Untitled #78

Untitled #78 by pinklipstiiick featured in audrey hepburn style

Pressing multiple buttons, I watched as my guy fired off shots in every which way. I wasn't a gamer by any means, hell, I sucked at just about every video game I played. But that didn't stop me. Work was keeping me busy, my social life was pretty non existent, and the worst part? I couldn't stop thinking about Scarlet, wondering what she was doing, wondering why she hadn't called me, wondering if I should call her. I had officially turned into a pansy. The doorbell rung right as my guy took a bullet to the chest. Game over. It was Halloween, surprisingly I had a bowl of candy by the door since there were about five kids who lived in the complex. Jumping up, I walked over to the door and pulled it open open, Scar jumping a little as I raised a brow at her. It was like she had read my mind and knew that I was thinking about her. "Scar?" I asked, a little surprised since she hadn't come over in more than a couple of days... It had been weeks instead. The girl confused the hell out of me; one minute acting like my girlfriend and then pushing me away the next. 

"Trick or treat?" She asked and offered a small smile, blush creeping across her cheeks.

I let out a small laugh at how adorable she was, realizing how much I had really missed her. "I don't think that's how it works," I pointed out like the smartass I was as I eyed the cupcakes.

"Oh well I never liked conventional things," She shrugged nonchalantly. "Are you going to invite me in or what?"

I smirked and shook my head, opening the door further for her, "Do you need an invite now?"

"Apparently," She shrugged again and walked past me as she glanced around quickly. Glancing at the TV first, she surveyed the living room and then spun on her heels as she offered me the box she was holding. "Save me from eating them all," She said as she sighed dramatically, being silly which was one of the things I missed most about her. That and her body... well, and her in general.

I laughed again as I led the way to the kitchen, tossing my head over my shoulder to look at her, "Did you make them?"

She nodded, "Believe it or not but yes, I did."

I raised one brow as I set them on the kitchen island and we took a seat one in front of the other, "Are they poisoned?"

Scar bit back a smirk, "It's a risk you have to take if you're brave enough to eat one." 

"Just one? I believe I counted ten in that box," I smirked at her, tempted to ask what had happened between us but not finding the courage. Scar brought out this side to me that I hadn't seen in a while... I was happy around her, but at the same time? I doubted myself. I think it was the fact that I knew that I wasn't good enough for her, she deserved better. 

She shook her head quickly and grinned, "You're sharing those so don't get too attached."

My eyes landed on her lips, remembering just how soft they were. I resisted the urge to kiss her right then and opened the box up to take out two cupcakes, "I've never been good at sharing."

She snatched one of them from my hands and laughed softly, "Then I should feel honored that you're sharing with me."

I looked down at my empty hand and then flicked my eyes up to meet hers, "You've really left me with no choice."

"Shut up and eat your cupcake," She bit down on her lip, that look in her eyes that had brought me to my knees on more than one occasion. She was so effortlessly sexy, maybe she stopped coming around since she was probably seeing someone. That had to be it. 

"Yes mam," I peeled the wrapper from the cupcake and took a bite, keeping my eyes on hers as she stared back at me.

Her finger dipped into the frosting and she brought it up to her mouth to suck on it, my dick nearly twitching in my pants. "Well?" She asked after I swallowed. 

I shrugged, "Not bad. I've had better."

Her mouth fell open and she grinned as she tried to act offended, "Jerk."

"I meant you," I clarified with a straight face. "I've never had anything as sweet as you."

"Are you trying to flatter me?" She asked in a silly tone, eating her cupcake as she kept staring at me. 

I licked my lips and smirked, "I don't know is it working?"

"You forgot to add that I'm calories free too," She winked at me before breaking into a chuckle, looking giddy and peaceful and so damn gorgeous. Things were easy between us... which only confused the hell out of me when it came down to why we stopped hanging out. 

I laughed, shaking my head, "Right. I might have some memory issue since it's been so long..." 

Silence filled the room as we both ate, her eyes looking at the cupcake in her hand as she licked the frosting away. "I miss you," She said eventually and out of nowhere. 

My head snapped in her direction and she looked as taken aback as I was. "You miss me?" I echoed her words as she blushed. I missed that most probably, making Scar blush. 

She nodded her head and ate the last bite before forcing a silly expression, "You know, hanging out, screaming your name...stuff like that."

"Stuff like that huh?" I grinned back at her, missing all those things too... and more. Like I'd said, we went from nearly being a couple to not talking. It made no sense. Girls confused me to no end. "I feel used."

"I said hanging out too," She smirked and bit down on her bottom lip. "Plus I made you cupcakes, so if anything, you should be thankful instead."

"Thank you Scarlet," I said in a low voice, the kind that showed where my intentions were. Of course our relationship had been mostly sex fueled, but it wasn't just about the sex with her. I genuinely liked her, being around her, hanging out. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt like that with someone I was sleeping with. Usually I either got tired of women fast and pushed them away or ignored them all together. It was different with Scar. 

She lifted a brow, "For the cupcakes?" 

"For that. For coming over," I shrugged nonchalantly, feeling like a pansy again. "For wearing what you're wearing," I added, sounding more like myself as I eyed those never ending legs. 

She raised one eyebrow slowly and smirked, "I'm wearing an onesie."

"And you know those are my fave," I said as my grin got wider and I stood up, not sure what my next move should be. 
She kept biting her lip as she shot me a significant look, "I went here with a mission." Silence fell between us as I walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, unsure of what to say back to her this time. She shrugged, setting an elbow on the counter as she looked at me, "I'm wearing nothing underneath it." 

"Should I ask you to prove it?" I grinned, twisting the cap from the bottle of water as I kept my eyes on her. 

She let out a quiet laugh as her eyes went a full shade darker, "You can ask, but I'm not sure you'll like my reply." 

This time I laughed, shaking my head at her, "Do you want anything to drink?"

She leaned into the counter and grabbed the bottle from my hand, "We can share." I lifted a brow at her instantly, her cheeks turning a light pink, "Thanks by the way."

"Anytime," I said slowly, still grinning. "I missed you too. Hanging out, you screaming my name, stuff like that," I added with a genuine smile on my lips, trying to make my words seem nonchalant even though they were true. I missed her like crazy.  

She processed my words as a silence fell over us, neither of us knowing what to say next since we weren't good at talking - not like this at least. "Good thing I came over," She said eventually in a teasing tone.

"You surprised me," I admitted, my smile still in place as I nodded.

"Good, that was the point," She smiled back as she stared at me, looking almost uncomfortable. "What were you doing?" 

"Just relaxing," I answered with a shrug, "Work today was...intense."

She raised one eyebrow at me slowly, probably imagining me doing something awful at work. It was no secret that she hated my job... what woman liked it? "It happens," She commented dryly, not really having anything else to say. 

"Are you still working at the bar?" I asked instead, leaning against the kitchen island which was still currently keeping us at a distance. 

She bit down on her lip as she nodded slowly, "Yes. Not as much as I used to though." She paused to smile a little, "I got another job, as a dancer."

"Really?" I asked, my smirk widening because I knew that was what she was working towards. I was proud of her. 

"Not the kind of dancer you're thinking about," She smirked back at me, assuming that I was thinking with my dick instead of my brain. 

"I know," I snorted back and grinned, crossing my arms in front of me. "Congratulations. I know that was what you really wanted to do."

She gave me a small nod and smiled more genuinely, "Thank you."

"So is that why you've been MIA?" I lifted a brow at Scar, almost regretting bringing it up since I didn't want to come off as needy or anything. We were hardly friends... actually, I didn't even know what to consider us. 

Her eyes widened slightly and she looked taken back, "Me?"

"Yes," I grinned, playing it off nonchalantly instead of looking like an idiot. Or sounding like one. It was probably too late for that though. "I haven't seen you in a while... I was wondering what happened to you. I was starting to get worried."

 

She opened her mouth and closed it again, needing a few moments to think about what she was going to say. "Nothing happened to me," She said eventually and, when I didn't say a word, she went on, "Actually, I was wondering what happened to you instead."

I raised one eyebrow, looking at her like and wondering what I should have done differently since it seemed like I always did the wrong thing instead. "I've always been here," I replied. 

"But you never called," She said hurriedly.

"Neither did you," I said back as I shrugged my shoulders, my eyes on hers. 

"True," She nodded. "I guessed you would though...then I thought you were probably busy." 

"I told you that I'm never too busy for you," I smiled back at her, wishing I could read her expression because I had no idea what she was thinking or what she wanted from me. Over the past years, I'd grown so accustom to easy woman who were just as easy to read. Scar was the complete opposite; a fucking mystery. 

She rolled her eyes but the smallest of smiles landed on her lips, "So you've been busy with work? More lawsuits or are all of the naked women just a distraction?"

 I resisted the urge to roll my own eyes and kept my smile in place, "Hilarious. When did you start your new job?"

"I'm surprised you care so much about it," She said point blank, kind of catching me offguard since I thought that I'd always been more up front with her. The fact that she still had no clue how I felt about her? What was I supposed to do, hire a pilot to write it across the sky on a plane? Rent a blimp? I hardly had a romantic bone in me as it was.

"Do I come off as heartless?" I asked back and blinked at her, not wanting to sound like I was willing to fight, but more so curious. "I don't know what you want from me Scar, but I was starting to get used to having you around."

"You mean having me in your bed."

I shook my head and I'm pretty sure I rolled my eyes too, "I'm not going to complain about that part, but it was more than that... is that how you think of me? An expendable fuck buddy?" 

"No," She shook her head, her face a serious one now because it may have started that way, but it felt like more now. "Of course not Mase," She added in a lower tone as she tore her eyes away from mine, glancing down while I felt like an idiot. 

"Then what?" I asked, my voice quiet but dripping frustration.

"What do you mean?" She asked back as she finally brought herself to look into my eyes again.  

"What do you think of me?" I asked simply, my body motionless as I looked at her with curiosity.

She shrugged, looking at a loss for words. "I don't think you're heartless..." She trailed off, taking time, "But you're impossible to read and even though I know it wasn't just about sex I don't know what to think, I didn't know when we still used to hang out and surely I don't know now after I haven't heard from you in forever. If I hadn't come over tonight I probably wouldn't have seen you until we would've casually bumped into each other."

I felt at a loss for words, knowing she had a point. Maybe she wasn't good at showing her emotions, but I wasn't any better. Running a hand up the back of my neck, I scratched my head and felt like an idiot. "I would have called you," I said eventually.

"Yeah?" She raised a brow and looked skeptical. Would I? In my opinion, definitely... just when?

I walked over to where she was sitting and wrapped my arms around her waist loosely as she pushed her legs further apart to make room for me to stand. "Yes," I replied and lowered my head to kiss her, needing to feel that spark again. And it was there. 

She grinned against my lips, "When?"

"Why didn't you call me instead?" I asked, knowing I really had no right to since she was the one who made an initiative by coming here tonight. It was like the ball was now in my court and I didn't want to fuck that up. 

"Because you're a man and it's the gentlemanly thing to do," She shrugged, her eyes gazing into mine so intently. 

"I hate to break it to you, but I'm no gentleman," I said flatly and seriously, breaking into a grin when she rolled her eyes at me. "Stay the night with me?"

A sigh escaped her lips but she didn't look annoyed by any means - the opposite actually. "You're right about that. You don't waste any time," She said in a low voice, guessing my intentions were of the typical variety. 

I shook my head, "I told you that it's not just about the sex with you Scar... I just want you here." 

She bit down on her lip as she stared at me, "Doing what?" 

I shrugged and moved my hands to her hips, my eyes still on hers, "Eating, watching a movie, talking...anything we've always done before." 

"No sex on the menu?" She raised one eyebrow at me, not believing that my intentions could be so innocent.

"Are you complaining already?" My expression matched hers, only I added a grin too.

She shook her head as she ran her hands down my chest, "I'm staying." 

"Good," I said simply and tilted my head down to place a kiss on her forehead, one that left her wrinkling her nose.

She broke eye contact in favor of looking at her fingers as they played with the neckline of my t-shirt, "Are you going to disappear again?"

Silence filled the room for a couple of seconds before my index finger reached for her chin to tilt her head up, a shiver going through her. "Are you?" I asked back, always too good at deflecting. I was bad at serious conversations though.

"No," She answered in a heartbeat, holding her breath and looking beyond nervous. "I really like you Mase." 

I grinned at her words, getting a feeling in my chest that confused the hell out of me and I wasn't complaining. I liked Scar, that was never a mystery, but maybe I wasn't as obvious as I thought I was. "I know," I replied and slipped my hands down to her ass, cupping it as I lifted her off the chair and started down the hall for my bedroom. 

A glare met her expression as she kept her eyes on me, not bothering to break the eye contact, "Are you sure? You seem clueless instead."

"I like you too," I replied and tilted my head just slightly before pressing my lips against hers.  I leaned her back against the wall and deepened the kiss, that sexual chemistry between us always crazy intense. It was easy to see why she never believed my intentions were innocent - I couldn't keep my hands off of her. She made me a little insane. 

Moaning against my mouth, she broke the kiss to breath. "What happened to it not being about sex?"

"We're going to watch a movie and spoon, but I wanted to kiss you first. Are you complaining?" I grinned at her again and kicked my door open with my foot, walking her over to the bed and laying her down in the middle of it. 

Scar adjusted her tiny body on the bed while I straightened myself, her eyes not once leaving mine. "No," She sighed, looking a little frustrated and I wasn't sure why. 

"Good," I smirked at her as I peeled my shirt off, noticing her rolling her eyes. "What was that for?" I asked with an amused expression my face.

"I was doubting we'd just cuddle and spoon but now? I'm sure we won't," She answered and rolled over onto her side, sliding her hands under the pillow as she looked around my room, lost in a thought.

I climbed onto the bed, the mattress flexing underneath me as I reached for Scar and pulled her into me so that her back was resting against my chest. "It's hot in here, I'm not trying to seduce you," I said with a smirk playing on my lips. "Not yet," I added, pushing her hair off of her neck with my nose before kissing her skin gently.

A shiver ran through her body and I wished that I could see her expression, her beautiful face giving away how she felt, "What are we watching instead?" 

"This Is The End," I answered her, my fingers flexing across her stomach, tempted to yank that zipper down. 

A low groan escaped her and I grinned, "That looks stupid."

I laughed and pressed against her chest to guide her body even closer to mine, "I missed you." 

She tilted her head to a side and grinned up at me, a gorgeous smile on her face and making my chest tighten. What was she doing to me? I swear, I could feel myself falling harder and harder for her. "So you've said," She replied with a raised brow before grabbing the controller out of my hand and flipping through a couple channels before settling on some MTV show - Teen Mom or something as equally ridiculous. I propped myself up enough to press my lips back against her neck, placing soft kisses along it as I breathed in her sweet scent. Her head tilted back against my chest and her lips parted as her eyes closed. She looked so damn sexy and I could feel my dick twitching. "Mase..."

"Just cuddling," I replied with my lips still on her smooth skin.  "What are you dressed up as anyways? A big toddler?" I asked, fingering her zipper, still tempted to give it a pull. 

She blinked at me, "What are you dressed up instead? Big Jim?" 

"Big Mase instead," I laughed as I pulled the zipper down, just a little, enough to bare the space between her breasts. "I've been working out." I added in a whisper, pressing my lips behind her ear.

She sighed quietly and turned in my arms and a smile appeared on her lips, "It shows." 

I remained silent as she set her hands on my chest, the spark still there between us like I knew it would be. "Don't you like the show you picked?" I asked as I broke into a wide grin, my hands now trailing down her back to stop on her perfect ass.

"You're distracting me," She sighed and left it at that, closing her eyes as she leaned her head against my shoulder and hid her pretty face in the crook of my neck.

"Are you okay?" I asked, confused by the way she was acting. I never knew how Scar felt or what she was thinking. She wasn't one of those girls who were obvious about what they wanted... which made it that much worse. Women usually wanted more than sex, they wanted security - a relationship. Scar was independent and while it seemed like the whole just sex thing worked for her, I couldn't help but wonder if it was all a front. 

She nodded against me while I moved my hands slowly up to her lower back, "I am now."

I grinned at her words, "Tired?"

"A little," She responded in a whisper. 

I tilted my head to kiss the top of hers, holding her while the TV was the only sound in my room. "Why don't you get some sleep," I suggested, remembering the way she fit perfectly in my arms and knowing that I was going to sleep better with her there. 

Her body vibrated against mine as a quiet laugh escaped her, "I wouldn't be a good guest if I did."

I shrugged, "As long as you're still here in the morning." 

"Of course I will..." She trailed off as she smiled, "Are you afraid I'll disappear?" 

"No." But it happened. I smirked back at her then faked a serious expression, "Or should I?"

She shook her head as she nuzzled my neck, breathing against my skin and wrapping an arm tighter around my torso, "I promise I won't sneak out while you're sleeping."

I laughed at her words, missing how cute she was. "Good." I paused, "Are you getting cuddly now?"

"Yes, I love when you cuddle me," She admitted in a whisper, moving her hand up and down my side as her fingers traced my ribs, "And spending time together." She went on, a big ass grin playing on my lips, "I like many things about you."

"Do you?" I asked quietly, my body motionless against hers again while I digested the moment and everything about it. She'd never been so honest before... it was refreshing.

She nodded against my chest and nuzzled against it before lifting her head, her eyes fluttering open to look at me, "I care a lot about you, this wasn't in my plans...but I think that I'm falling for you." 

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, a genuine one, not the kind that she used to say looked creepy. She was falling for me? What did that even mean to women? I was second guessing myself, still staring at her while her cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. "You're falling for me?" I repeated, sounding like an idiot who was buying time, and maybe I was. I knew how I felt about Scar... so why was it so hard just to say it out loud to her?

She nodded her head and hide her face again, this time cuddling up to me and nuzzling my neck. I liked her body this way, she fit perfectly in my arms. "Mm," She mumbled against my skin and I wondered if she was pretending to fall asleep and if I missed my chance. 

"I feel the same way," I said quietly, running a free hand through her hair. 

She peeked up at me again, "Are you falling for yourself?" 

I grinned at her joke, loving that easy feel between the two of us. Sometimes it felt like a raw attraction between us while the rest of the time? I don't know, it felt like love. "I'm falling for you instead," I replied and kissed her soft lips slowly. 

She kissed me back, her lips lingering against mine and they were curved into a smile. "I'll keep that in mind," She said in a whisper before laying her head back down against my chest, not saying anything more but she looked happy. I was happy. Silence fell between us before she tilted her head to peek at my face again, I was looking at her with a brow raised. "What?" She furrowed her own brows at me and looked adorable.

"That was a weird answer," I commented quietly.

She bit down on her lip as she shook her head, "It's not really. You don't talk that much about your feelings-" She cut herself off when I parted his lips, "I know. Neither do I." She admitted and I nodded in agreement, "There will be moments when I won't be with you and I'll need those words to feel better." 

A smile widened my lips as I looked at Scar, "It makes sense now."

"I hope so. I don't even know what I'm saying around you half of the time," She sighed her confession, we never had had any problem with words, but only when it wasn't about ourselves. As she kept her eyes on me, she couldn't help smiling, "Sorry I'm silly." She added in a chuckle before nuzzling my neck again and missing the huge grin on my face. 

"I like that about you," I grinned, reaching for her head and angling it back up until our eyes were on each other. 

She parted her lips slightly, still smiling as I tucked her hair behind her ear carefully, as if I might break her. "What else do you like about me?" She asked in a soft voice, setting her chin against my chest and looking up at me with wide and innocent eyes, even if innocent wasn't a word I'd use to describe her. It was a loaded question, a better one might be what didn't I like about her.... I liked everything; how strong and independent she was, the sexy glint she got in her eye when she stared at me, how damn adorable she could be... I swear, she was making me lose my mind. 

"Are you fishing for compliments?" I asked instead of answering, my grin only getting wider as her cheeks flushed. 

"Maybe. Is that so bad?"

I let out a laugh and pulled her body on top of mine, dropping my hands down to her ass, "Can I start with how sexy you are?"

She nodded her head slowly, "Go on."

My hands kneaded her perfect booty, "The way you look when you're riding me..."

She bit down on her lip while my eyes moved hungrily to her zipper and the cleavage that was exposed. Definitely not enough. "Mhmm," She mumbled, it almost sounding like a moan and making my dick twitch. 

"Your breasts," I said next, moving a hand to pull the zipped down to her belly button and setting my palm flat on her stomach, inching it up to cup her breast.

"What happened to no sex tonight?" She asked with an eyebrow raised, knowing my intentions.

"Oops."