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[sub][color=08a5dd][b]Mason Aspen[/b][/color] and [color=d7ffab][b]Laurel Evanson[/b][/color]
[color=slategray]A [@Melissa] and [@Universorum] Collab (Flashback)[/color][/sub][/center]
[hr][hr][indent]The remainder of the party seemed to all mesh together. One moment, Laurel was slightly naked and hanging out with a stranger, and the next, she was fully clothed and leaving with said stranger. Wasn’t that usually supposed to go the other way around? Regardless, the blonde was pleased that her new friend had offered to drive her home. He was a nice kid- a [i]good looking[/i] kid- so the gesture was welcome. Extremely welcome, in fact.

As she sat in the passenger’s seat of Mason’s blue Toyota Tacoma, still wrapped in his jacket, she couldn’t help but wonder how the night would have gone if she hadn’t played that game of strip poker. Although it was a bit of an inconvenience, it made for an interesting adventure. But for now, she was looking forward to getting home and going to bed- after all, she had practice first thing in the morning. [color=D7FFAB][b]“So you’re going to take a left here, and then I’ll let you know when to turn again.”[/b][/color] Laurel instructed the boy as he drove, helping him find his way to her house that overlooked the water.

[color=08a5dd][b]“Sure thing.”[/b][/color] Mason replied, nodding his head to the music that played from the speakers. Usually, the music was a lot louder than it was now, but Mason had it turned low enough that he could hear Laurel’s instructions. He stole a glance over at her and wondered when it would be kosher for him to ask to get that jacket back. It had some of his things inside of it!

Mason had made an attempt to get in her pants, but after testing the waters, it’d seemed like she wasn’t in the mood. And he couldn’t blame her! She had her shit stolen and then they had to travel around the entire goddamn boat to find it, so if she didn’t want to bang after all that… hey, more power to her. As he drove down the street, he made another comment, to keep things from getting too quiet and awkward. [color=08a5dd][b]“So. I guess we can check ‘party like a rockstar on a yacht’ off of our list after tonight, huh? It wasn’t too bad. Not for me anyway, I thought it was pretty money. But you got it a [i]little[/i] worse, I guess.”[/b][/color]

Laurel smirked, looking over at Mason as he drove. He had a nice profile- a strong jaw and defined features stood out in the darkness as the passing car lights splashed across his face. [color=D7FFAB][b]“I guess we can.”[/b][/color] She replied, letting a soft laugh escape her lips. [color=D7FFAB][b]“It wasn’t all that bad… just a little interesting at parts.”[/b][/color] The blonde rationalized. It was true; other than the disappearance and re-emergence of her clothes, the night was good. Expensive alcohol and great music lessened the blow of walking around the party half naked. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Thanks for helping, by the way. You didn’t have to do that.”[/b][/color]

[color=08a5dd][b]“Hey, no problem. Walking around with no clothes is shitty, and giving you a ride home isn’t a big deal, I like to drive actually so it’s cool.”[/b][/color] Mason said, turning and smiling warmly at her for a brief second with the light of another passing car. [color=08a5dd][b]“If I left you alone, I would have felt bad all night, so that definitely wasn’t happenin’. And besides, once I gave you my jacket? You’re stuck with me until I get it back.”[/b][/color] There, that was subtle enough. Was the jacket the only reason Mason was driving her home? Absolutely not, but it would have been a lie to say it wasn’t part of the reason. And his mama didn’t raise no liar.

[color=D7FFAB][b]“Oh right, your jacket… I forgot about that.”[/b][/color] Lies. A hint of a smile clear in her voice, Laurel played coy. She had been inhaling the prevalent scent of the jacket all evening- it was calming, [i]protective[/i], something she craved. But, she wouldn’t admit that, even though she was dreading giving it back. The blonde continued her train of thought. [color=D7FFAB][b]“I guess [i]that’s[/i] the real reason you’ve been following me all night- take a right turn here.”[/b][/color] She played.

[color=08a5dd][b]“It’s not the [i]only[/i] reason,”[/b][/color] Mason replied, somewhat defensively. He took the turn as she told him to, and rolled his eyes. [color=08a5dd][b]“‘sides, you can keep it if you want, but it [i]is[/i] a pretty nice jacket. And it’s got sentimental value, it’s been by my side since I was thirteen. So, I mean… you’d be taking a part of me with you, whenever you wear it.”[/b][/color] Mason shook his head dramatically, taking a hand off of the steering wheel and putting it over his chest, [color=08a5dd][b]“that would be so touching. But you’d have to make a big trade for it!”[/b][/color]

The blonde couldn’t help but laugh once more. She wasn’t planning on keeping the jacket, but she continued on, curiosity getting the better of her. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Oh? And what kind of big trade would you accept?”[/b][/color] Laurel asked, wiggling her eyebrows dramatically in the darkness.

[color=08a5dd][b]“Well, I mean…”[/b][/color] Mason trailed off for a moment, seeming like he was going to let unspoken words speak for him, but then he spoke in a voice that was almost comically dramatic, [color=08a5dd][b]“a kiss, my kingdom for a kiss!”[/b][/color] And then, like he often found himself doing, Mason laughed at himself.

[color=D7FFAB][b]“In that case,”[/b][/color] She paused, a smirk slowly forming on her face. Letting the silence hang for a moment too long, Laurel continued her thought. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Looks like I'll be returning your jacket.”[/b][/color] The game she was playing continued as the car rolled down the dark road covered in night. Laurel didn’t usually do this- but tonight was not your usual night. Pointing to the illuminated and reflective street sign in the distance, she let out a sigh. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Take a left here, and my house is the third one on the right.”[/b][/color]

[color=08a5dd][b]“What I wanted all along,”[/b][/color] Mason replied smoothly, not missing a bump despite her reply. He smiled and followed her directions, turning and then pulling to a smooth stop in front of her home. [color=08a5dd][b]“Alright, your chariot has arrived, my lady.”[/b][/color] Mason said as he shifted the car into park, idly eyeing her house, to see what he was dealing with.

His response only made it harder to keep the act going. Laurel wasn’t one to usually throw herself at a man- but it didn’t count if he had tried earlier, right? Exhaling audibly as the car came to a halt, she glanced over at him. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Thanks.”[/b][/color] The blonde plainly stated, turning to open the door. She could have took off the jacket and exited, but where was the fun in that? She wasn’t exactly in the mood earlier, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t in the mood [i]now[/i]. Instead of pulling the handle to depart, she knocked her hand against the lock, doing the exact opposite. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Oops.”[/b][/color] Laurel stated looking over her shoulder at Mason. [color=D7FFAB][b]“But that reminds me...”[/b][/color]

As graceful as she could, the blonde somehow snaked her way over the middle barrier between the passenger’s seat and the driver’s seat, letting her legs straddle either side of the brunette. All of her gymnastics training being put to good use. Seemingly unphased by the sudden contact, Laurel peeled the jacket off of her shoulders, holding it in between her chest and his. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Almost forgot again. My apologies.”[/b][/color]

[color=08a5dd][b]“You see, you almost make it seem like you want the jacket,”[/b][/color] Mason said in a teasing tone, winking at her in the lowlight provided by a streetlamp. Rather than touch her, though, Mason instead gingerly took the jacket from her, and sat it in the back behind him. [color=08a5dd][b]“Thank you kindly.”[/b][/color] Mason could feel the shift in attitude that Laurel had undergone, and he knew the mood was [i]slowly[/i] coming back around, but he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. Where most teenage boys would have gone ballistic on her already, Mason seemed to enjoy it when [i]she[/i] had to be on the offensive.

[color=08a5dd][b]“Really, it is an important jacket, so I hope you understand my wanting it back. Without a big trade, that is.”[/b][/color]

Laurel nodded, maintaining her external indifference surrounding the situation. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Oh, I understand.”[/b][/color] She took the opportunity to snake her arms around Mason’s shoulders and neck, leaning in closer. [color=D7FFAB][b]“[i]Completely[/i], understand.”[/b][/color] After remaining there for a few moments, letting the tension build, she let the distance grow between them once more like the tease she was- like she had been all night.

[color=08a5dd][b]“It’s not often that you meet a girl who understands, you know?”[/b][/color] Mason asked, sliding his arms around her waist, and keeping his eyes locked onto hers. [color=08a5dd][b]“Usually, all they want to do is just kiss, and kiss and [i]kiss[/i] until the clothes come off. I’m impressed you’ve made it this far, honestly.”[/b][/color]

[color=D7FFAB][b]“Well that’s because I’ve already had my clothes off tonight, [i]champ[/i].”[/b][/color] Laurel stated, subtly biting her lip and wrapping her around him the slightest bit tighter. [color=D7FFAB][b]“I skipped a step.”[/b][/color] She remarked.

[color=08a5dd][b]“Oof, you’re stealing my thing there, champ. I guess you [i]did[/i] already get stripped down…”[/b][/color] Mason paused for a second and tapped his chin, looking around the area that surrounded them. [color=08a5dd][b]“I don’t mean to assume, but you [i]could[/i] strip [i]back[/i] down. It might get a little hot if we’re snuggled so closely together, you know?”[/b][/color]

With a shrug, Laurel swiftly crossed her arms at the base of her shirt, gripped the fabric, and seamlessly pulled the tank off of her chest for the second time this evening. With a playful smile as she threw it aside, she leaned in closely until she could feel her breath and Mason’s only centimeters apart. [color=D7FFAB][b]“At least this time I’ll know where my clothes are.”[/b][/color] After letting the tension build for what felt like hours, Laurel crashed her lips against his, closing the distance between them and letting her carefree façade disappear. 

Here we go, finally. Mason let her lock lips with him, running his hand up her back and to her hair, bringing her closer to him as he parted his lips and slipped her tongue inside. Sure, a night of build up wasn’t [i]that[/i] much, but for teenagers? That night of build up might as well have been a goddamn [i]century[/i]. Now, though, Mason was doing what he’d wanted to do since the beginning of their interactions.

Laurel deepened the kiss, releasing her pent up emotions that she had been bottling up all evening. She had enjoyed the chase and had her fun, but [i]now[/i] was the good part. She let her lips find their way to the crook of Mason’s neck, planting kisses and small bites along his skin. He was right- due to their close proximity the temperature of the car seemed to skyrocket, or it was simply the fact her heart was beating faster than before. Making her way back to Mason’s lips, she smiled into the kiss.

So this was what it felt like, huh? His mom had told him in the past that one day, he’d hook up with someone and there’d be a [i]spark[/i], but he hadn’t really believed her. Now, however, it seemed like he was almost certainly [i]experiencing[/i] the fabled spark. He turned his neck to give her more area to work with and as she worked her way back to his lips, Mason was ready for her, and met the kiss by leaning into it. 

The blonde girl let her hands slide down Mason’s chest, her fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. He had seen her without her top multiple times now, so it was only fair that he showed himself off as well. Pressing her forehead against his, letting her lips escape his for a moment, she smirked.  [color=D7FFAB][b]“Your turn.”[/b][/color] She said in between breaths, as she began to pull the fabric off of his body. As she did so, she instinctively leaned back in order for the shirt to pass in between them, making sure she didn’t get a face full of fabric. 

Unfortunately for her, she leaned back [i]too[/i] far, causing her bare back to fall right against the horn of Mason’s car. The loud honk shocked Laurel so much that she nearly jumped off of the boys lap, crashing into his now bare chest. 

Well that’s one way to ruin a moment.

[color=08a5dd][b]“Ack!”[/b][/color] Mason said as the sound went off, and he [i]may[/i] have pulled her a bit closer to him, almost protectively. He looked up at the ceiling of the vehicle, their moment once again shattered. At least this time, it had a chance to happen, rather than be ruined by the beginning. [color=08a5dd][b]“...are you okay?”[/b][/color] He asked, staring at her with wide eyes. He hardly even knew what happened; the horn had somewhat ripped him from another headspace he was in.

Laurel needed a few seconds to catch her breath after what was probably the biggest scare she’d had in a while. She rested her head in the crook of Mason’s neck as she continued to breathe and let her heart slow back down to a normal rate. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Yup...just peachy.”[/b][/color] The blonde replied, sitting back up and looking him in the eye. In her peripheral vision, she could see the upstairs light in her house flip on, which could only mean one thing. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Shit! My parents!”[/b][/color] Laurel squealed, her eyes growing as wide as Mason’s. 

Oh, well that wasn’t good. Mason slapped around in the dark behind himself, hunting for Laurel’s shirt. [color=08a5dd][b]“Well, I have to admit. I definitely saw meeting your parents going differently, in my head, champ.”[/b][/color] He said numbly, twisting his body to look behind him — accidentally bumping Laurel into the horn again in the process. [color=08a5dd][b]“[i]Fuck.[/i]”[/b][/color] He said, shaking his head. They couldn’t catch a break, could they?

[color=D7FFAB][b]“Dammit, Mace!”[/b][/color] Laurel exclaimed, the horn shocking her and catching her off guard once more. Looking over at her house, she saw another light turn on upstairs, which could only mean that her parents were walking [i]downstairs[/i]. Trying to reach back where she threw her shirt, her ass very much near Mason’s face, she tried to feel around on the back seat to find her top in the dark. But, alas, she could not find it. What a metaphor for the evening. 

[color=D7FFAB][b]“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”[/b][/color] Laur murmured to herself, her search coming up with nothing and the time ticking down on the imaginary clock.

With her ass in his face, and his doom presumably coming down the stairs, Mason shifted back into his chill, nonchalant attitude. He might as well enjoy himself if things were about to end, right? [color=08a5dd][b]“Hey, you’re a gymnast right?”[/b][/color] He asked, casually helping her look for the shirt — but his heart wasn’t in the hunt anymore.

Laurel grumbled, [color=D7FFAB][b]“Now’s not the time, Mason!”[/b][/color] She blurted before her hand grabbed a hold of a piece of material that felt familiar. Her shirt!... wait a minute, this wasn’t her shirt. Sitting back upright, she held Mason’s jacket in her left hand, examining it and then gazing at him. In her periphery, she could see her front door opening, more light streaming out into the street.

Game over.

Making a quick decision, the girl raised an eyebrow. [color=D7FFAB][b]“Guess you won’t be getting your jacket back tonight after all, champ.”[/b][/color] Planting one more kiss on his lips before untangling herself from him. Laurel threw the familiar jacket over her shoulders once more as she climbed over the cupholders and onto the passengers side. She smirked over at Mason. 

[color=D7FFAB][b]“Homeroom, tomorrow. You’ll need a [i]good[/i] trade to get this back.”[/b][/color] Unlocking the door swiftly, Laur jumped out of the car, walking towards her mother who was standing in the doorway disapprovingly. With one last glance back at Mason before her imminent doom, Laurel sent a wink in his direction, disappearing into the house, the lights flickering off moments after. 

[color=08a5dd][b]“Yeah, I can tell she’s a gymnast. Apple butt.”[/b][/color] Mason muttered, before shifting the car back into gear. The saga would continue, in that case.[/indent]