For someone who was known for being late, Olivia was a little surprised to find Mason standing on her doorstep at seven twenty-nine. When Olivia opened the door, she found Hadley standing in the same outfit he had been wearing at the hospital. She, on the other hand, felt incredibly underdressed in her oversized Billy Idol concert tee and loose pajama pants. Her hair was left down and slightly messy, having been resting on the couch while watching reruns of a popular doctor drama on television.

“Here,” he said, looking almost standoffish as he handed her a single flower. She hadn’t noticed he was carrying it.

It was a sunflower.

“I love sunflowers,” Olivia told him quietly, beaming gently at him. She took the stem of the flower in her fingers, looking at it almost lovingly. He smiled at the gesture. Her eyes shyly looked into his. “They’re my favorite.”

“I happen to be psychic,” Mason told her arrogantly.

“Good,” Olivia said, spinning around and heading back inside. “Then you know how I’m going to want it tonight.”

Mason smirked as he watched her walk back into her apartment, appreciating the curves of her body. He quickly followed suit, closing the door and locking it behind him. He followed her back into her kitchen where she had grabbed a vase off the top shelf of cupboard and filled up with water from her faucet.

“I don’t think one sunflower’s that much of a centerpiece,” Hadley mumbled as she placed the flower in the vase and then set the vase in the dining table.

“Are you an interior designer now?” she mumbled as she looked at the sunflower on the table. Her back was facing his, and he took the opportunity to study her.

He leaned forward and gently swept her hair over her opposite shoulder so he could lean done and kiss her neck. She giggled as his whiskers tickled and turned into his embrace capturing his lips with her own. He leaned down, obviously enjoying her lips on his. She felt so fragile in his arms, and yet he knew she was unbreakable. She was a strong, determined person underneath her delicate shell. When they broke apart from each other, she dropped her hands so her fingers fiddled with the buttons on his white collared shirt.

“Now, if you don’t take off your clothes yourself, I will probably damage your very nice suits so I suggest, when you come over from now on, you wear durable clothing,” she told him, turning to swagger over to her bedroom.

He grabbed her arm to stop her, pulling her to him. “Yeah, well, the next time that when I come over, you prepare for my visit and answer the door naked,” he told her huskily, his breath claiming a spot on her neck.

“Takes away from the chase you so love,” she teased him, her eyes slipping back into her head as he wrapped his arms possessively around her waist.

“But it’ll be the coolest surprise ever,” he told her and he captured her lips with his once again.

Olivia never knew she would ever enjoy kissing someone as much as she enjoyed kissing Mason. The whiskers tickled her skin, and his lips were surprisingly soft. Without warning, Mason began to lead her back down the hallway and into her bedroom. As they made their way, albeit less gracefully than they would have liked, Olivia’s fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons of his shirt. She groaned through the kiss and pulled her lips away from his. His eyes had grown stormy with desire, and he gave her an impatient look.

“I swear that if you don’t take off that shirt now, I’ll yank it off,” she told him breathlessly.

As he unbuttoned the shirt quickly, Olivia went to her nightstand to grab a condom. She tossed it on the bed so she didn’t have to worry about fetching it later. As soon as his white shirt hit her carpet, she placed her palms on his bare chest and pushed him on the bed. Wasting no second, she crawled onto him, placing soft kisses on his neck, down to his collarbone and finally on his chest. His hands slid underneath her shirt, running up and down her back, loving the smooth sensation underneath his skin. She could feel his hardness pressing against his hipbone and she pressed into it. He let out a throaty groan before seizing the end of her shirt and quickly yanking it off, over her head and somewhere on the floor.

He took the opportunity of her surprise to capture one of her nipples between his lips and she moaned. Her hand somehow managed to crawl up so her fingers slipped into his hair and pressed him tighter against her chest. His free hand grabbed her free breast and started fondling it. She began to rock slowly against him, and he had to pause in his ministrations. He loved the feeling of her against him.

Suddenly, she pulled away from him and slid off the bed only to kneel on the carpet of her room. Her eyes focused intently on her job at hand; ridding him of his belt and pants. The first thing she disposed of were his socks. For whatever reason, Owen would never take his socks off during the deed, and it had always bothered her. For the most part, having sex required nakedness and wearing socks was not nakedness. When she finished, she crawled back and easily rid him of his belt.

“You’re impatient,” he stated, watching her with both arousal and amusement.

“I could hold out if you want me to,” she offered, cocking her head to the side.

He said nothing but his lips thinned dangerously. She grinned at him and unbuttoned the top of his slacks. She looked up at him again and licked her lips before casting her eyes downward at his hardness.

God, did she know what she did to him?

Olivia unzipped his pants and then slid her fingertips down the hemline of his boxers. She looked at the light trail of hair, starting from the very end of his belly button down toward where he was waiting for.

“I like happy trails,” she told him without looking at him. He was about to respond when she quickly slid off his slacks and boxer-briefs and then took his hardness into her mouth.

He groaned, his head falling back and hitting the middle of the bed. Her lips worked wonders on him; they were full and soft, while her mouth provided the necessary wetness. Up and down she went, her tongue flicking out to graze the tip of his penis just enough to push him and yet keep him from going over the edge. She looked absolutely beautiful, the moonlight coming in through the window and highlighting her sharp cheekbones as they sucked in and out as she worked wonders on him. Some of her hair had fallen into her face, but she ignored it. Up and down… up and down… up and down…

“You’re going to have to stop or things will end a lot sooner than you want,” he managed to say, and she quickly pulled off of him. The warmth had left him, and he took the time to catch his breath.

A crinkling sound caught his attention and he lifted his head up slightly. There she was, pinching the tip of a condom before expertly sliding it on him. He stifled a groan and dropped his head. He was waiting for her, twitching, needing her on top of him now. She was pulling off his pants completely, before easily sliding off hers.

“You don’t wear underwear to bed?” he asked her with a smirk, arching a brow.

“They just get in the way,” she explained, before crawling on top of him, and then finally sliding onto him.

They both let out a sigh, and Olivia had to pause a quick moment, getting used to him inside of her. When she was comfortable, she began moving against him back and forth, back and forth. He watched her move against him, her stomach stretching back and crunching with every movement. Her hair was now completely messy but seemed to work for her in this environment. Her cheeks were slightly red, her beautiful face contorted in a very sexy disgruntled face as she lost herself in her action. Her breasts bounced with every pump, her nipples erect. He had to touch them…

Reaching up towards her chest, his fingers caressing and coaxing her. She let out a sharp gasp, her eyes opening and falling into his. The bright green had darkened to a forest green, and he smirked up at her. Her hands were pressing on his chest, but he felt no pain. Along with his fingers on her breasts, her clitoris was being stimulated as she rocked against him, and soon she felt her eyes slip closed once again.

“Yes!” she exclaimed breathlessly as she felt the lower half of her body began to grow numb. “God yes!”

He smiled at her enthusiasm and dropped his hands to grip her slender waist. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, even as she felt him tighten her walls against him. Her breathing became quicker and he knew she was ready. With one last thrust, she felt herself floating, her body light, engulfed with pleasure. She managed to continue moving, making sure that Mason got his as well.

It came as a surprise to him. He had become so distracted by watching her ride him that he didn’t realize he was nearly ready until it happened. His groan was loud with surprise, and his fingers tightened their hold on her. She kept on moving against him, wanting him to get as much out of this as she did. When she was sure he had finished, she leaned down toward him and trailed soft kisses along his jaw line. He lazily wrapped his arms around her, and she smiled at him. With one last kiss, she rolled off of him so he could clean himself off, trying to catch her breath and hoping she didn’t smell too bad. When he finished, he crawled in beside her but stayed on his side of the bed. They both needed time to cool off.

After a few silent moments, Olivia wiggled over to him, resting her head on the crevice of his shoulder. She placed her hand on his chest and began to idly trace mindless patterns in his light chest hair. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him, and then, unexpectedly, placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Olivia smiled at the small, meaningful gesture. “Thanks for the flower,” she told him softly.

Mason smiled as well. “You’re welcome.”