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moneymasnn · 3 years ago

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No matter how hard I try it will always be you| A Mason Mount story

Chapter 1: How it started...

Notes: I am so so so excited to start writing this fic, this is a little back story to the love y/n and mason felt when they were younger, so enjoy! Sorry if there is any mistakes, its pretty long lol

Blurb: You see typical teen romance, Y/n sees the boy that gave her life. The boy that helped her morph into the woman she is today. He was her first kiss, the first person she lost her innocence too, the first person to show her what real love felt like. He will always remain in her heart as her first, but never did she imagine he would be her last...

You can't really remember how you and Mason had become best friends, for as long as you had known him he had always been your favourite person in the world. Well, that was since you both were about 3, being next door neighbours.

You would both chase each other around your gardens for hours in the summer sun, jumping on his trampoline and playing in your pool while your mums shared a bottle of wine and your dads drank beer.

You even went so far as a few family holidays together, your parents being just as inseparable as you both were.

And they call it puppy love: (Ages 13)

"Belle, I need a favour."

"What?"

You were curled up on Masons bed in his little room in his house in Portsmouth. You had been contently reading your typical romance novel, as he was just sitting on his little gaming chair, paying on his xbox. That was before he had let out a rather loud sigh, then flopping down on the bed, making a dent next to you.

You knew it was serous when he had placed his controller down on the side, shutting off his game. You sat up slightly resting your head on Masons head board, folding the corner of your page and closing you book. You watched him look down and fiddle with his fingers.

"Why have you gone all quiet?" You questioned him with a smirk.

Mason turned to look at you, his face filled with concern, you grew almost worried at his expression because Mason wasn't a serious person at all.

"Daisy Renton, from our math class, she erm, asked me to go to the cinema with her this weekend." Mason said, suppressing a smile as he spoke.

"Oh."

"So what's the problem then?" You question him.

Mason sat up so he could face you, crossing his legs, "I really want to kiss her. But- but I don't know how." Mason said embarrassingly.

"So what? I doubt she does either." You screw your nose up as you look back down to your book and pick it back up, opening your page up again.

Mason lent forward, his hand bringing down the book you were trying to read. "

Y/n."

"Yes?" You shivered as he used your full name.

He had always called you belle since you were kids, well your whole family did. Referring to the princess belle who also loved reading books. You would call Mason mowgil in return, since he used to have long hair and you would tease him and say he looked like the boy from jungle book.

"I need to practice on someone first." He said sternly, but his voice was rather quiet.

"Okay? Use your hand or- Ew! Have you lost your mind?!" You shouted at him as you caught on to what he was saying.

"You want to use my mouth? Ewwwww, no way!" You said with a face full of disgust.

"Y/n pleaseee." Mason begged you.

"No way in hell mount." You said as you sat up, giving Mason a dirty look.

"I do anything, ill do your math home work?" Mason said with a smile.

"You don't even do your own math homework!"

"Good point." Mason said as he thought of something else.

"Ill be your slave for a week?" Said Mason with a hopeful smile.

It was a convincing deal, all you had to do was kiss him a little and then he would do anything you wanted. You smirked slightly as you looked at his hopeful face.

"Two weeks." You stated, crossing your arms.

"Deal."

You both shake hands as you sat across from him on the bed, crossing your legs to mimic him.

You looked into each others eyes as you both waited for the other to make a move. You couldn't stop the butterfly's in your stomach as you thought about how you was about to have your first kiss. You was sure you wanted your first kiss to be with someone you loved, you was rather naive at that age, but you just didn't know it then but you would eventually come to love the boy in-front of you.

Then Mason lent forward... rather quickly, too quickly in fact. As he managed to bash his head right into yours.

"Sorry belle-"

"'What the hell was that?" You winced as you rubbed your forehead.

"Jeez, you really do need the practice!" You giggle.

You didn't have the experience either, but you thought to just copy what had been described in all of your favourite romance books. So you pick up his hand and place it on your cheek, Mason then gets the idea to cup your cheek. You hold your hand on top of his as you smile at him for a second.

"Lean your head that way, and ill go this way." You instruct him, Mason just nods his head with wide eyes.

"And no tongue, I mean it." You say, as you lick your lips before gently lifting yourself up to place you lips on his.

There was no movemnt, you both just squeezed your eyes shut as you barley even held your soft lips onto Masons.

But for mason that wasn't enough, so he pushed his face forward into your a bit more, thinking the more squished you were the better the kiss would be. As soon as Mason pushed that little bit harder and your nose started to slightly ache there was a slight interruption.

"Mason is y/n saying for tea-"

Masons mum burst through the door as you and Mason quickly pulled away.

"Oh my god." Masons mum stood there stunned at the idea of her son in a room, with a girl, alone, kissing, at only 13 years old.

You were sat in his kitchen a few moments later, you sister and Masons sister giggling at you from the door way as your mum and Masons mum mumbled in each others ears.

Masons mum coughed as she got ready to speak up, "Have you two, you know, you haven't touched each others private parts have you?"

"MUM!" Mason shouted.

"You can tell us." You mum spoke up.

As your cheeks flushed red and your mouth gaped open, while you heard your sisters giggles in the hall along with masons sisters snorts, as your mum pushed them out and shut the door.

"We just need to know-" You mum said gently.

"Mason forced me!" You blurted out, pointing to the boy in defence, tears welling in your eyes.

Mason turned his head to you with a pissed expression. "Y/N!" Mason said as he shrugged his shoulders, slumping back into the chair with crossed arms..

"Mason is this true? Have you forced y/n to do anything she doesn't want too?" Mason mum asked.

You mum covered her mouth as they both looked at you with worried expression.

"I- I no she said she would teach me how to kiss I didn't do anything I swear1" Mason pleaded to his mum as he stood up, he looked down at you giving you a dirty look.

"What the hell belle?!" Mason looked like you had just stabbed him in the back. He tightly crossed his arms and stomped up the stairs back to his room, slamming the door shut for an added effect.

You sat there for a moment, just listening to Debbies and your mums giggles in the kitchen. What the hell just happened?

You mother came over and sat down next to you at the table, a small smile on her face as she noticed your red cheeks. "Teach him how to kiss huh?" You mum smirked at you.

"He needed a mouth to practice on for daisy Renton! I didn't want too, he was going to be my slave for two weeks and he won't do it now because he's unfair like that and now-" You rambled on about mason to your mum, who just sat, trying to contain her wide smile.

You mum looked at Debbie and giggled, "I have a weird feeling you two might get married one day." You mum winked as she got up and walked back over to Debbie.

"Gross." You mumbled as you stood up and walked back around to your house that was next too Masons.

And that's how you and Mason got banned from having sleepovers...

Mason went a whole week not talking to you after that, well six days, the longest he had ever gone not speaking to you. But in them six days Mason was trying to shake the weird feeling you gave him in is stomach when you kissed him, weird, he thought.

Mason never went to the cinema with daisy that weekend.

Seven minuets in heaven: (Ages 14)

You and Mason were at some typical teenage party in cold and damps shed filled with fairy light. Someone had stolen their parents alcohol, so you were all sat sipping from the bottle of vodka that was being passed between the 6 of you, all wincing at the taste.

You were playing seven minuets in heaven and it was currently your turn to spin the bottle as you silently hoped it would land on harry smith, a boy you had been crushing on for a while. But to your luck it didn't, it landed on Mason. Mason who was silently thanking the dim light in the small shed that was currently covering his flushed crimson cheeks.

You stood up as you looked down at Mason who hadn't moved a muscle. "Come on then?"

3 minuet and 12 seconds in, you were both sat cross legged in the bathroom, your eyes glued on the timer in front of you, Masons eyes glued on you.

"You wanted it to land on Harry didn't you?" Mason mumbled to you.

"No."

"Then why did you just blush?"

"Shut up mowgli." You said as you crossed your arms.

"I have an idea?" Mason said with a smile.

"And what's that mase?" You questioned him with raised eyebrows.

"Lets make him jealous." Mason said with a smirk.

Kiss number 2:

Mason cupped your cheek just liked he had done the year before, as he started to lean in, slower this time, not squeezing his eyes as much as he tired to savour the moment.

He carefully attached his lips to your soft ones one again, placing his hands on the floor since he didn't know where to put them.

But all his worry disappeared when he felt the same feeling as last time, them all to familiar butterfly's swarming in his stomach, as he felt the feeling he had been craving for the last year.

There was a small ounce of tongue added by Mason who was trying to push his luck, but you didn't mind as you let his tongue slightly try explore your mouth.

The kiss to anyone else looked sloppy and wet, and probabaly unexperienced, but to the both of them, it felt magical.

When Mason pulled away the only thing left was both of your red cheeks, wide smiles and also a long line of saliva that was attached to both of your mouths.

You breathing was heavy as you averted your eyes anywhere around the room to avoid his. "At least you won't have a headache this time." Mason laughed, meaning the fact he had bashed your heads like bowling balls the last time he tried to kiss you.

Then you were interrupted just like before as the door was ripped open by none other than your friend Lauren, "Okay next is- Oh. My. God. You both defiantly kissed!"

"No we didn't." Mason blurted out.

"Shut up mason, the dribble on your chin says otherwise."

You giggled as watch him rub his chin with the sleeve of his jacket, before he looks up to smile at you.

After that you and Mason occasionally found yourselfs in situation where you might of kissed each other again, but you both thought it was better to not make moves, you were young, and you both managed to be thinking that other didn't feel the same.

Young love: (ages 15)

"Im not sure loz." You protested as you were sat in your friend Laurens room.

"Your in love!" she shouted at you, she was the number one fan of the y/n and mason fan club.

"Im 15, I don't know what love feels like!" You furred your brows at her.

"Of corse you can be in love at 15, its like, young love, it cute!"

You walked home that night, 9pm on a sunny Sumer night, Laurens words running through your mind as you thought about love. So instead of going home you texted Mason to sneak you into his house.

When you got to the front door mason let you in as you both creeped up the stairs.

"Are you staying over?" Mason questioned you, he was in his pjs as he moved to get a jumper out of his draw to lend you when he saw the goosebumps on your skin.

You stood with your arms crossed as you extend your hand to take the jumper, smiling softly at him and how well he knew you.

"Do you think we're to young to know what love feels like?" You asked him as you sat on the end of his bed.

"Why?" Mason knew the answer to your question, he was sure he had been in love with you for most of his life, but he wasn't going to tell you that.

"I don't know." You shrugged as you looked up at him.

His hair was messy as it usually was, short on the sides and long on the top, his Chelsea pj shirt was on, the ones you both have matching of as he just smiled at you. One of is typical warm mount smiles that managed to send your tummy swirling since the age of 9.

"Mase."

"Yeah?" Mason said as he lent forward, brushing your hair behind you ear.

"Are you going to kiss me again?" You whispered.

"What?" Masons eyes went wide as he tensed up.

"Would you ever- you know, would you do it again?" You started to stutter out of embarrassment.

"In a heart beat." Mason whispered back, noticing how you had gotten nervous at his reaction, if you were implying what he thought you were implying, Mason just took a chance, as he kissed you, for the third time, just like he had done last year, and the year before that.

But this time he had a hand laid on your waist as the other was cupping your cheek, you placed your hand on his shoulder as you let him slowly slip his tongue in, letting it swirl about and explore your mouth as you did the same, feeling your stomach explode, you always wanted to be kissing him. His lips felt like they were made for yours.

You both kissed until you ran out of air, pulling away for a second before Mason rested his forehead on yours.

"My favourite thing to do is kissing you." Mason said breathlessly onto your lips.

"More than football?" You giggled.

"More than anything." Mason smiled as he kissed you again, with the same amount of passion but with more force.

The experience of love: (age 16)

The boy to steal your first kiss at 13 to the boy who took your innoconcce at 16. After sharing small kisses from the ages of 15 you and Mason blossomed together as you both experienced young love though the other.

Mason made your first time just as special as you deserved, just like how you had imagined it in the books you read.

It was the night he had taken you to your prom, he heald your hand the whole time, wispering sweet things in your ear as he constatintly asked you if you were okay, calling you beautiful with every push. You both had the experience of being able to explore each others bodies together, becoming comfortable with eachother and then becoming comfotable in your own skin.

You felt loved. Mason made you feel loved.

Where'd all the time go?: (Ages 17)

You were completely and utterly in love, you spent your summers resting against the blossom tree behind your houses, Mason head laying in your lap as you read to him a book you had already read about 50 times. There was always a small daisy placed behind your ear by mason as he just hummed along as you continued to speak the words from the book, one hand tangled in his as he ate the carrot sticks you had bought along with you.

And when you weren't reading to him, you were sat with Debbie and Tony in the stands as you cheered him on while he played football. Mason loved you for that, that no matter what you would go to all his games, you would wear his shirt from the game before as you screamed louder the anyone else in the stands. He loved how you would give him bone crushing hugs after every match no matter the out come of the game, how you would always tell him how proud you were of him, how you would always tell him to follow his dreams.

Mason felt loved. You made him feel loved.

Only love can hurt like this: (Ages 18)

It all starred on some random Saturday morning, you was waiting in the stands for Mason after one for his typical matches at the Chelsea youth stadium.

After the match he had been beckoned from the sidelines by his coach as you watched him be introduced to a fancy man in a suit. Mason shaked his hand as you watched what was clear nerves consume him. You watched him fiddling with his fingers behind his back as he let out a rather unconfident laugh before shaking the mans hand once again to say goodbye.

You couldn't help but let your heart burst from how proud you were of him as you watched his face light up with a little twinkle in his eyes as he was walking over to you and his parents.

When Mason walked over to where you had been waiting for him his mum immediately ran up to him, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug, ruffling his hair with a wide smile on her face.

"So? What did he want?” asked Debbie as she stood almost anxious for her son to reply to her, she had that typical wide mount grin on her face, almost replicating the one plastered on her sons face.

“Me." Mason said shocked at his own words, as he blinked a few times.

"He wanted me mum, he offered me a years contract as a first team player, for a pro club!” he said, he was so in shock as he said it, he himself didn't even believe the own words coming out of his mouth.

“Oh my god Masey!” His mum didn't hesitate to smothered him with affection and another long loving hug. Even though he would often find his mums public show of affection rather embarrassing, this time he hugged her back, tighter than he usually would as tears started welled up in his eyes.

You held eye contact with him the whole time he was hugging his mum, happy for him, of corse. But knowing mason as well as you did you couldn't help but sense some sadness in your boyfriends eyes.

As he pulled away from his mum he stood back, fiddling with his hands again as he looked down at his shoes, ready to shut down all the congratulations.

“What’s up mate?” Asked his dad patting his back.

“He’s just shocked, thats all!” Debbie waved her hands in Tonys face as she rubbed Masons cheek.

“So where did you get offered too baby?” His mum was very teary but she had managed to suck them back, to avoid embarrassing him.

You peeped forward to speak up, noticing his quietness.

“So, where you off to Mr professional footballer baller?” You giggled looking at your boyfriend but masons eyes stayed stuck on the floor, not daring to look at your face.

You felt a pit form in your stomach at Mason silence, Mason hated silence, but then you watched him take a deep breath as he finally spoke up...

“Vittese.” he murmurs, he was still refusing to look at you, or his mum.

“Wheres that? Mase what’s the problem sweetie?” Said his mum asked softly, confused at Masons hostile attitude.

You knew then, why he was so silent.

“Oh Mason. This is erm, it's a good thing! It's an opportunity of a life time mate.” Said Masons dad at the realisation of the problem.

“Im not- I'm not following boys? Tony what are you on about? Mason? Mason Tony mount can you answer me!” said Debbie with clear frustration laced in her voice, she felt kept in the dark by everyone around her, not seeing the problem unfolding in front of them.

But there was no reply from anyone.

“Okay, so what, it's a shit team I suppose. Is that right? What’s the problem can someone explain to me please?” She was panicking now, looking back an forth from Mason, Tony and you...

You knew what this meant, but you stayed quiet.

“Vitesse.” Says Mason, almost like it was obvious.

She just looks at him, just as confused as before. "Well, where is that?” she questions him.

“Amsterdam, mum.”

Then he said it out loud, the realisation ranging in your chest, he was moving to Amsterdam.

Masons mum had then let the tears drop she’s had so desperately been trying to hold back.

“No. No way! You’re too young, you’re only eighteen Mason, like fuck im letting you go to Amsterdam." Said Debbie as she waved her hands in the air.

"Debbie.” says Tony, trying to clam her down.

She was rambling now, crying too. Masons dad telling her to calm down and explaining how great of an opportunity this is, and how well it’s going to benefit him in the future of his career.

But while all that was going on, all you could hear was muffled sounds as you broken all the noise around you out. Focusing on your childhood love who was so clearly trying to hide the pain behind his eyes. You both stood, quiet, almost as though you were speechless.

After that was a blur, the car ride home was silent as masons mum couldn't even think about the idea of he youngest son leaving the country at such a young age.

When you both walked in through the door into masons bedroom, you were still silent, you was going to try lighten the mood until Mason finally decided to speak up.

“Belle. We have to talk about this." Mason said quietly, but you couldn't find it in you to reply.

"I don't have to go." Mason mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders.

“What?” you stare at him almost angry and confused as you felt the anger bubble in your stomach.

Was he being serious right now?

“Mason, name me one reason why you shouldn’t go?” You scoffed at him.

Without a hesitation the boy replied “You.”

You were shocked at his words, you had both in the past had countless convocations about how you would hate for him to ever put you over his carer.

“Oh come on, Im not a good enough reason for you to not take this deal, Mason.” you laugh at him, sitting on the end of the bed as masons body towered over you.

“Yes, yes you are? And stop calling me Mason, I don’t like it.” Mason said like a hurt child.

“No, I’m not. Like your dad said, its a huge deal! It would be so beneficial for your career, and I will not be the reason why you don’t go far in life, mason.” You said as you crossed your arms, making a point.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mason said, shaking his face as he was extremely confused.

“I mean.” You take a deep breath, you turn to face him, staring right into them dark brown eyes you will always love. Both preparing for what you know is going to come out of your mouth, you just hated that you had to be the one to say it.

“If I’m your only reason not to go, then I won’t be here if you decide stay.” You simply say as you shrug your shoulders, looking down so you didn't have to see heartbroken face.

“What? I- what are you saying? You’re not breaking u-" Then the moment of realisation hit him.

Then it was silent.

"No. Stop it y/n, I’m not having this convocation, the season doesn’t start till next month ill figure something out-”

“Mason.” You interrupt his rambling.

“NO!” he shouts, the anger laced within his voice.

However you him to well, and you know that tone too, he’s covering up that he’s hurt and scared, and that shattered your heart as you knew what you needed to do.

“Mase. Please don’t make this difficult.” you’re gentle with your words, you didnt want to upset him, but you both needed to have this out.

A single tear flowed down your blotchy red cheek as you stand up to walk forward and stand across from him, you place your hand on Masons cheek, his eyes were just as red and puffy as yours as he was moving his head, avoiding your touch.

“This is what we are gonna do, okay?”

He shakes his head not wanting to hear what you have to say, not wanting the tears to spill from his eyes. He mumblers a few no’s he really dosent want to hear what you have to say.

“Your going to take that offer-”

“Y/n.”

“No mason listen to me, you’re taking that offer because-" You take a deep breath. "I won’t even be here, I’m not a good enough reason for you to stay, don’t be stupid."

"But- but you are! Why can't you see that, y/n please I love you." His voice cracking as he said them three words, and it completely shattered your heart.

“We will be fine-” you feel like a knife had been dragged down your chest.

“I love you.” he said it again.

You let out a long breath.

“Its a year, right? We will be fine, okay? Im going to university in London, you're be off kicking arse in Amsterdam getting all them goals and imagine the playing time your have. And I'm going to focus on university, and maybe ill start this YouTube thing we spoke about.”

You giggle a little thinking of the future, you just wanted to see him smile, but thinking of the future and not seeing you in it was like hell to Mason.

“And, if things work out, I’ll be here when you get back, Mase. I promise you, I'll still be here, I promise you okay, I'm not going anywhere.” You rest your forehead on his.

“Your breaking up with me arn't you?” His voice cracked again, and your heart cracked again at the sound.

“Mase.”

“Why can’t we just long distance it?”

“What if you like it there? What if you want to stay longer than a year?” you said gently.

Theres that silence that fills the room again.

"I don't know if I can do it without you." Mason sniffles.

"Me too." You say to him, letting him know your be in just as much pain without him too, you then bump your nose against his.

“Promise you wait for me?”

“I promise I will mase.”

From strangers to friends into lovers and strangers again:

Then you were standing outside terminal 3, watching as he holds onto his suitcases.

He was hugging all his family and friends that were at the airport to see him off. You were just stood at the side with your mum and dad and siblings as they all wished him good luck, and you waited for your turn knowing you was going to be last.

When Mason gets to you he just embraces you in a long tight loving hug, the sight of you both making his mum cry, and even dec let a small tear fall, as he tried to cover it up.

But you had just let the tears fall, as you sobbed quietly into his shoulder, soaking up the last of the feeling of him you will have.

When you pull back and look at each others glossy eyes as he leans forward and gently kisses your forehead you squeeze your eyes shut last the feeling of the last kiss you will both share, loving the feeling of his soft lips on your skin.

Mason pulled away first, as much as he hated too. He hated seeing you cry, and to know he was the one causing you this pain hurt him. He was refusing to look in your eyes so instead he looked at the small bag in his left hand.

"Ive got a bag of my favourite hoodies for you to wear while im gone." Mason sniffles, as he bumps your shoulder, forcing a smile.

You slowly grab the bag from him a smile appearing on your lips as you see your favourite hoodie of Masons folded on the top, and a small Chelsea magnet you had gotten him when you were about 7.

“Theres some other stuff too, just so you dont ever forget me." Mason shrugs, a single tear slipping down his cheek.

You just sniffle and rub a tear that had rolled down your cheek. You look back up at Mason with a grateful smile. “Thanks Mowagli.”

“Your going to miss your flight Mason.” Masons dad called out to him, hated to interrupt your moment together.

He now finally looks down at you through his eyelashes as he makes eye contact with you, you notice the glossiness in his eyes, and the pain behind it.

“Don’t forget me when you're some big time famous singer, yeah?”

“If yon’t forget me when your some big time professional footballer known for scoring all the goals.” He giggles at your comment, and how you were always so sure in him.

"I could never for get you, belle." Your heart stiffened a the nickname.

“Right then." Mason pulled back standing up straight and sniffling back his tears.

"Ill see you the I get back." Mason smiles at you.

"See you when you get back."

You were trying so hard to hold back your tears, but as you watched the back of the love of your life walk away from you when you weren't done loving him yet.

You couldn't even focus on the excessive amount of tears rolling down you cheeks in front of everyone you knew.

You cared more about Mason, how lonely he would be in a strange country on his own. How empty you would feel not being able to just call him up and complain about your day, who were you going to go to when you needed a hug.

You had always had each other, since the age of 3. Mason was all you knew, he was your home and you were his..

But now all you saw in the future was complete and utter loneliness for the both of you.

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stardancerluv · 4 years ago

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Past and Present, the Book Ends of Life

Part 5

Summary: Lazy day when news strikes like lightning.

Warning: kisses, sensual sex

Laying, there Renton looked over at you, a smile curled his lips. As he looked over, he admire the subtle curve of your shoulder which led to the valley of your back to the eventual curve of your hips. Your soft form framed by the rain that streaked down the windows.

He found you absolutely adorable and charming. Your apartment, was not far off from being that as well. He loved the little plants on your window sill or purple carved hippo or the small daisy shaped dish that held your rings with your little plants on the window sill.

Reaching down, he watched as you grabbed a piece of toast that was smeared with some very nice jelly. Rolling he came, to you. “This is nice.” He said before pressing a kiss on your shoulder then your cheek before moving fast and snatching a quick bite.

“Mark!” You squealed. “Hey!” You put the toast down and pushed him. “That was my piece.”

He swallowed and then laid back giggling.

You hung over him. “I never expected that you would be a toast snatcher.” A huge smile was spread across your face. He reached you, cupping your cheek, which you leaned into.

“Will you still kiss this toast snatcher?” He rose and eyebrow.

You leaned on close. “Maybe.” Giggles bubbled from you and they ended with a soft kiss laced with the sweetness of the jelly. He enjoyed how your naked body against him as you braved grabbing a fresh piece of toast.

“This one is mine.” You sat back then and nibbled at it, holding it close.

“Oh is it?” Moving, he grabbed your feet gently and pulled. You fell back giggling and he tried to take bites at your toast before ate it all before his eyes. “See it, was all mine!”

“I guess so.” Maneuvering, he looked down at you loving the twinkle he saw in your eyes. He kissed you them long and deep. With he pulled back from it he sighed.

Coming to rest, he laid on his side beside you. Letting, his fingers idly run over your body. “I am glad my friend and his girl didn’t scare you away.”

You smiled, putting a hand behind your head. “You and your friend certainly are passionate about things.”

“Yeah, we feed off our feelings about things. I’ve known him since primary school.”

You gave him, a playful look. “Oh, I bet the two of you got into loads of trouble.”

“No...not at all.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Alright, maybe a little.”

“So he does drugs?” You grew a little serious.

“Yeah.” Renton ran his fingers through his hair. Might as well be honest, he really liked you. He hoped it wouldn’t push you away. “I’ve been clean for twenty.”

“And being around him, brings no temptation?”

He laid back, looking at your ceiling. He looked back at you. “Not in the least.”

“Good.”

He closed his eyes, then smiled as he felt your soft body, straddle his hips. He slowly opened his eyes, and looked up at you. As he did he could feel a stirring. Bending down, he happily excepted your kiss. “You are stronger then your friend, I’m relieved.” You whispered.

A soft moan came from his mouth, as he felt your tongue trail a path up his throat. He swallowed. “That feels so good.”

“I hope so.” You gave him a sly smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first caught sight of you looking up at the coffee menu.” You admission gave him shivers of delight.

He watched you through hooded eyes, as your hands reached back and gently moved your hands up and down his growing arousal. He laid his hands on you hips, letting his thumbs caress you.

Moments, later his stomach tightened as you slid down on him. “Oh Mark,” you moaned. You arched. “I do love how you feel in me.” Gently you began moving on top of him. He glided his hands up and easily held you. Together, you moved together moans mingled. Soft and deep kisses, and your beat together. Everything, had felt so good. The kiss broke when a loud crack of thunder was over the two of you. You both shared a smiled, and once against the slow deep kisses resumed.

******

Later, you both laid still cuddled up watching the rain continue to fall. As he laid, he a soft pain entered his heart. When he came here, all he wanted to do was help Simon, he had not planned on finding someone like you. He still didn’t know, how longer he would be in town.

Perhaps the commute between here and Amsterdam, wouldn’t be so bad. He wasn’t ready and nor did be want to say goodbye to you. You were the kind of lass, maybe he could finally have the life he imagined. He let his nose drift to the soft strands of your head, so sweet and delicate like the rest of you.

Maybe, he’d swing by his dad’s. Maybe he’d bring you. It was something to think about.

His phone buzzed to life. He closed his eyes, he really didn’t want to move or even grab it. It could wait. But it continued to buzz. Sighing, he finally reached over. You made a soft sound.

You made a soft sound. “Everything ok?” You finally asked, your voice a little heavy from having dozed off.

“Oh, yeah I bet it’s just Sinon wondering why we wandered off.” He smiled. He reached a bit more, and was finally able to grab his phone.

Annoyed, he thumbed in his password.

Spud: Mark, Begbie is in town. Where are you?

Fear shattered his mood.

Mark to Spud: With my girl, yes I have a girl. I’ll call you soon.

He began feeling a tightness in his chest.

“Mark?”

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