under a full moon // mason; ethan

[KENNEDY DAVID MILLER]

Ken had been walking through the festival, hoping to find someone to hang with, who wouldn't be too put off by him. He was dressed as a sexy fireman, red booty shorts, black suspenders, boots and a fireman's hat. He was a bit cold but he was having a good time. He had a little buzz and a bottle of beer in hand. So far he was putting people off, but then he realized he saw a familiar face.

"Ethan!" Ken called, jogging over, hoping he was right. How embarrassing otherwise, right? Ethan looked like he was with friend, but then they moved away, maybe to talk--the guy's stride seemed purposeful.

Ken stopped in front of Ethan. "Hey, remember me, Ken?" He said with a smile. "You're looking good boo, Happy Halloween." Ken was missing his annual and fabulous gay house party he usually threw in NYC, but this festival had the potential for fun too.


ooc- ali: maybe ethan and ken should start a separate thread?

[CAIM VENUS HYSSOP]

“Oooh.” That was such a good suggestion. Key really liked Bloody Mary's, mainly since she was a fan of things like tomato soup and spicy things. Ethan seemed like he wanted to say more, so Key kept back her full comment until he spoke. “I like Bloody Mary's – What's a Black Widow, though?” Key wondered aloud. She may've heard of them before, but she had absolutely no idea what went into such a cocktail though.

Then suddenly Mason was taking her by the hand, and Key blinked not understanding what was happening. She allowed herself to be taken away but looked back and forth from Mason to Ethan – finally giving Ethan an confused look.

Her heart was racing. The hand Mason was holding seemed to tingle with electricity. Then suddenly they were alone, and Key glanced around nervously, unsure what was going on. She looked up at Mason questioningly, wondering what this could possibly be about.

And then … and then …

… and then …

Key's brain was on loop, which one word being repeatedly over and over. And that word was “Huh?”

She was speechless for a moment. And then she said “Oh.” She blinked. “Um.”

“...right.”

She ran a hand through her hair. “Can you …” a warm feeling was coursing through her, amidst all the shock. A smile was slowly dawning on her face. “Um … can you ...”

Finally she managed to meet his eyes – the smile of sheer glee very apparent on her face. “Run that by me again?”

[MASON MIEL CAIN]

For a terrifying moment, Mason thought she hadn't wanted his advances. He'd read the situation wrong. Completely wrong. His heart started hammering quickly in his massive chest and he was about to apologize again when he saw her smile.

She was happy. Beaming, even. Light seemed to radiate from her, her lips plump and pink and inviting him back again- her words doing the same. Mason smirked a little at her phraseology and wrapped a strong arm around her. He was going to do it right this time. Mason used his other hand to tuck some hair behind her ear and cup her cheek in one hand. "Yeah, I think I could manage that." He said.

With that, he brought his lips down to meet hers again. The world disappeared. Ethan, Halloween, the metal claws, jail, Clara-- all of it. All Mason could feel was the flutter of their hearts, the spark on her soft lips and her hot skin under his hand as her jacket shifted slightly out of place.

Mason kissed her deeply, tenderly and with great longing. Hopefully she could tell. He let his tongue play with hers slightly, not wanting to be unseemly (somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered he was in public, on a child's holiday). He finally pulled back, but he kept his face close, his eyes locked on hers.

[CAIM VENUS HYSSOP]

Key watched her meaning dawn on him – his smirk incredibly sexy. He clearly knew the effect he was having on her. And when he wrapped his arm around her the way she always dreamed, she reached up to link her arms around his neck. She needed to go on her toes a little.

They were so close. She watched his eyes trail her face as he tucked some hair behind her ear. When he cupped her cheek, Key couldn't help but sink into his touch, closing her eyes a moment. When he spoke, and Key knew another kiss was coming, she inhaled so quickly it was almost a gasp.

And there it was. So tender but so deep. Key matched his longing with unfettered eagerness, one hand reaching and running down his back. Every part of him seemed so warm and strong – she just wanted him; his whole body. Around her. Encompassing her. All the time.

Forever.

When she felt his tongue she shivered, trying not to melt entirely in his arms. It was over too quickly – Key's eyes opened slowly and found his already on her. “As much as I love Ethan … I kind of wish he wasn't here right now.” Key confessed in a whisper. She chuckled lightly and looked over her shoulder to see how her friend was holding up.

When she didn't see him, her brows furrowed in confusion. “He left.” she said, half surprised and half worried. Had it been so long? Was he tired of being neglected? Key felt bad, but part of her couldn't look too dejected considering she just confessed to wishing he was elsewhere.

She would apologize later, but right now part of her was rushing with adrenaline by the idea of being alone with Mason.

[MASON MIEL CAIN]

Mason loved feeling her respond to him, her heart beat, her intakes of breath, all the more sensational because now he could feel her chest move and shiver with every emotion and moment. He wanted to get away, from the crowds, from everything and just undress her, caress her, skin against skin, warm and soft... He was getting a little to into the image, now that it was suddenly a possibility and he hoped she couldn't tell how much being with her was exciting him.

The kiss broke and he smiled into her beautifully dappled hazel eyes. Ethan. God, he had totally forgotten about him. And he couldn't help but agree with the sentiment. But with a look himself, he saw that her friend was gone. "Maybe he found another friend?" He suggested, hoping that the poor guy didn't walk off dejectedly. But Mason couldn't pretend that he was sad the guy was gone.

His body was so unused to the sensation of being with someone. It had been a long time since he'd had a touch, a moment, a kiss.... Love had eluded him in prison and now he had another chance at happiness, at a life. Mason just wanted to get her out of here and out of that ridiculously hot costume. Not that she was slut or he expected sex really, but just in terms of a perfect world, that would happen next.

Mason's hand slipped low on her hip, trying to resist the urge to just grab her ass. "Can we worry about him later?" He asked, a hint of a whine in the back of his voice. Mason just wanted to kiss her, hold her, love her...He pulled her close again and tucked his face into her graceful neck, kissing the skin softly. "Do you want to go somewhere?" He didn't want to imply that she had to sleep with him, but they couldn't even really make out here.

[CAIM VENUS HYSSOP]

“I hope so.” Key replied, a little worriedly. She was hoping Ethan didn't just leave, all neglected. I'm a terrible friend. Key thought momentarily …

… before Mason's hands distracted her again. It was like her body didn't belong to her anymore. She felt the curves of her body accentuated, as though they only existed as places Mason's hands could rest. His fingertips were so close to her ass … part of her desperately wanted him to grab her ass – it was one of her major turn-ons.

The minute pleading tone in his voice was nearly irresistible. She let herself be pulled closer and bit her lip to keep back a moan from him kissing neck. His suggestion was painfully tempting, but it also woke her. As much as she loved Mason, and as much as this moment was very accurately fulfilling all her most forbidden dreams, it was still way to sudden and random. Mason meant more to her than being swept away by a magical moment.

“Hold up.” she whispered, unlinking her arms from around his neck. She brought her hands instead to hold his face and make him face her. She looked at him seriously, even though she couldn't stop smiling ever so slightly.

“So.” she started very deliberately, wanting to make sure all was clear. That there'd be no misunderstanding. “I like you.”

Actually I love you, but I'm going to take things slow.

[MASON MIEL CAIN]

Mason was not going to complain about how his kissing was effecting her, it was pretty hot really, even if she had to work at it to stay calm. Her skin was warm, flushed beneath his lips. She said hold up and Mason instantly worried that he'd put his foot in his mouth. Who could blame him though really? It had been a long time, he was almost 30 and he had a young thing that wanted to make out with him. But as she held his face in her hands, a truly adorable gesture, he knew he wasn't in trouble.

"Well, I figured you liked me." Mason said with a chuckle. You didn't keep on kissing and holding people you didn't like. What to say next? Love sounded like too much, and maybe it was. The last girl he thought loved him had left him for a job. "I care about you too." He decided was a good way to put it.

"And I just want to get out of here so I can kiss you without everyone watching, and try to convince you to be my date to my sister's birthday party because she told me I had to invite the girl who was making me so happy as my date." Mason said, trying not to laugh. "She feels emotions, you can't hide from her." He clarified, just in case Caim thought he was making it up. But Cloe was right, Key made him very happy when they were just friends. He always felt silly after saying more than a few words at a time. He'd rather let his body do the talking. But the last thing he wanted to do here was be a jerk.