Evening of December 2 Mason sits, Nicholas's words echoing in her ears... "May I kiss you?" She had said no, though in so many ways she wanted to say yes. But that isn't possible, she isn't allowed to do such things anymore. There are reasons. Nicholas ponders for a moment, trying to decipher what he did wrong, playing the conversation over in his head. His face lights up a bit, and he grins. "Constance does not mind." Startled out of her internal stalemate by surprise - her mind had been somewhere very different - Mason reacts to his announcement. "Oh... um... you and she discussed.... this?" His smile widens, very warm, very affectionate. "Oh yes. I would do nothing to hurt her... or you. I never wish to cause discomfort." Mason draws her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them... feeling they are like a shield. "If you keep this up... I probably wont be able to resist... and I dont want to hurt you or her either.. and I'm afraid I will." Nicholas answers very softly, "You will not hurt us Mason. You will not." He reaches his hand up a second time, stroking her hair lightly. "How do you know. you dont know me... I... well... I'll try... you, both of you... for so long belonged to someone who hurt you.... you're used to it.. will you know how to stop me? are you sure? how can you be sure?" He smiles. "I know." He speaks this with calm assurance, his tone tinged with warmth, acceptance and longing. "That isnt an answer." "I am.. not good with words. But I know what I know. I am sure because you care. I know how to... stop." He struggles to express the things he knows, and smiles, lacking the ability to put it into words. "I care for you, Mason. I trust." "I believe you. I shouldnt, but, I do... I want you so badly." Mason squeezes herself tighter, her hands clenching into fists, her head against her knees. Nicholas whispers softly, stroking her hair. "Shhhhhh... It's okay. I want you, too. It'll be okay..." he repeats the words that have soothed Constance in so many situations, not wanting to push, yet feeling the pull of her desire, and wishing to answer it. He wraps his arms around Mason, laying his head against her shoulder. Mason lets herself relax, physically, a little, lets him hold her, lets him try to comfort her. Nicholas feels her relax a bit and smiles, thinking she feels very nice in his arms. Then she takes a deep breath and very gently pulls herself out of his arms... not going far, just freeing her limbs. "Hey Nick... you win. I'll let you give me what I want. You should be flattered, I havent done anything like this in years..." She gives him a little, tenative smile. He feels her pull away and looks up into her eyes, listening to her words. "I am very glad. I wish to make you happy." "You will, I think... I hope it makes you happy to do it." He looks at her confused. "Why would I do a thing that did not make me happy as well?" Mason considers this question. "Ok... does it make you happy to get drugs for Constance?" There was a long pause. "Oh. I see. I do not want to see her suffer. When... when I fetch her release... It does not make me happy, no. But her joy pleases me." "And you told me you feel for me like you do for Constance. So, you might do things for me with the same kind of motivation." He shakes his head. "I made you a promise. I will not let you harm me," he states with calm solidity. Mason thanks him for that promise... she finds it reassuring; though she still has deep wells of reservation, they are opening up to the sun's light. She hesitates as a thought comes nearly unbidden to mind, and with it, a compelling desire. "And... there's... something I'd like, if you will." Nicholas grins at her, seeming almost, but not quite like puppy adoration. "Of course." "Just sit there and.. let me touch you? I've wanted to ... so much..." A timid, surprised look filters across his face as he sits back, getting comfortable. He takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly, the same everything's zen expression on his face as when he was eating the pizza. He sits passively, his hands at his sides, watching her warmly. "Is it ok?" Mason looks at him limpidly... eyes dilated with desire. "Yes. I should enjoy that very much, Mason." Mason sighs very very softly, a long release of held breath, and lets the back of her fingers lightly touch his cheek... stroking across the rough stubble. The shivers that pour through her as she touches him are almost totally overwhelming to her senses. She lets her hands wander, and watches his reaction. His expression is tranquil, as though he dwells in an inner peace. His physical arousal is evident, though Mason does not have the nerve to express intimate touches... she keeps to the safest of caresses, though the intensity is hardly reduced thereby. Finally she brings her face close to his, and kisses his lips with the very lightest feathertouch. Nicholas smiles brightly, his eyes sparkling happily as Mason kisses him. Then she withdraws, her eyes bright and locked to his still. "I think that's all I can handle right now," Mason tells him softly. "Thank you." Her voice is husky with emotions. Nicholas answers, also very softly. "You are welcome, Mason. Thank you." "I think Brutis and I will go home now..." "Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?" "Sure.. I'd love to." She grins, having a thought. "Will you shave? I don't really like stubble..." Nicholas smiles shyly, dropping his eyes, a blush coloring his cheeks. "Yes, of course. I tend to be rather absent minded." Mason wonders if it's possible to pass out from sheer lust, a wave of which threatens to overwhelm her when she sees his reaction. She finds it hard to speak. "uhhhhhhhh.... I could call and remind you if it would help..." "Yes. That would be very beneficial - I do not wish to forget." "Ok, I'll call." Mason stands up, her legs feeling a bit shaky. Nicholas notes her emotional state, a look of concern crossing his face. "I would like to walk you to your apartment, if you wouldn't mind." "All right. that'll be nice." She turns to her dog. "C'mon Brutis.. say bye to your friends." Nicholas nods, standing fluidly, and scratches Brutis on the head. Mason watches Nick, taking great pleasure in the vision of his physical grace. He offers her his arm, and she takes it. Brutis bumps noses with his family, growling playfully at his brother, then heels, awaiting their departure. Nicholas walks with Mason down to her apartment. On his way out, he leans down to say his goodbyes to Brutis. "You take good care of Mason, now, Brutis. She is special to both of us." He rises, brushing his hair out of his face. "It was a delightful evening. I look forward to having many more." "Oh... I'm sure we will... I can't resist you." Nicholas stuffs his hands in his pockets, watching her for a short time, until he realizes he's being rude and waves with a hand, making his way to the elevator, whistling. Mason looks at her dog after Nicholas leaves. Brutis has his tongue out, panting, his face wearing what looks a lot like a smile. "Well Brutis, at least I'm sure you approve." Mason giggles to herself, then frowns a bit. "I'm a pitiful slave of hormones I guess. I can't even resist a guy like that... " She sighs softly. Going to bed, she undresses quickly and slips under the covers. Her thoughts go unbidden to wondering how she should explain this to her employer... if maybe she should not even try... as she drifts further to sleep, fantasies from her id take over and whisper to her unconscious mind of desire and terror. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Evening of December 2 Mason sits, Nicholas's words echoing in her ears... "May I kiss you?" She had said no, though in so many ways she wanted to say yes. But that isn't possible, she isn't allowed to do such things anymore. There are reasons. Nicholas ponders for a moment, trying to decipher what he did wrong, playing the conversation over in his head. His face lights up a bit, and he grins. "Constance does not mind." Startled out of her internal stalemate by surprise - her mind had been somewhere very different - Mason reacts to his announcement. "Oh... um... you and she discussed.... this?" His smile widens, very warm, very affectionate. "Oh yes. I would do nothing to hurt her... or you. I never wish to cause discomfort." Mason draws her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them... feeling they are like a shield. "If you keep this up... I probably wont be able to resist... and I dont want to hurt you or her either.. and I'm afraid I will." Nicholas answers very softly, "You will not hurt us Mason. You will not." He reaches his hand up a second time, stroking her hair lightly. "How do you know. you dont know me... I... well... I'll try... you, both of you... for so long belonged to someone who hurt you.... you're used to it.. will you know how to stop me? are you sure? how can you be sure?" He smiles. "I know." He speaks this with calm assurance, his tone tinged with warmth, acceptance and longing. "That isnt an answer." "I am.. not good with words. But I know what I know. I am sure because you care. I know how to... stop." He struggles to express the things he knows, and smiles, lacking the ability to put it into words. "I care for you, Mason. I trust." "I believe you. I shouldnt, but, I do... I want you so badly." Mason squeezes herself tighter, her hands clenching into fists, her head against her knees. Nicholas whispers softly, stroking her hair. "Shhhhhh... It's okay. I want you, too. It'll be okay..." he repeats the words that have soothed Constance in so many situations, not wanting to push, yet feeling the pull of her desire, and wishing to answer it. He wraps his arms around Mason, laying his head against her shoulder. Mason lets herself relax, physically, a little, lets him hold her, lets him try to comfort her. Nicholas feels her relax a bit and smiles, thinking she feels very nice in his arms. Then she takes a deep breath and very gently pulls herself out of his arms... not going far, just freeing her limbs. "Hey Nick... you win. I'll let you give me what I want. You should be flattered, I havent done anything like this in years..." She gives him a little, tenative smile. He feels her pull away and looks up into her eyes, listening to her words. "I am very glad. I wish to make you happy." "You will, I think... I hope it makes you happy to do it." He looks at her confused. "Why would I do a thing that did not make me happy as well?" Mason considers this question. "Ok... does it make you happy to get drugs for Constance?" There was a long pause. "Oh. I see. I do not want to see her suffer. When... when I fetch her release... It does not make me happy, no. But her joy pleases me." "And you told me you feel for me like you do for Constance. So, you might do things for me with the same kind of motivation." He shakes his head. "I made you a promise. I will not let you harm me," he states with calm solidity. Mason thanks him for that promise... she finds it reassuring; though she still has deep wells of reservation, they are opening up to the sun's light. She hesitates as a thought comes nearly unbidden to mind, and with it, a compelling desire. "And... there's... something I'd like, if you will." Nicholas grins at her, seeming almost, but not quite like puppy adoration. "Of course." "Just sit there and.. let me touch you? I've wanted to ... so much..." A timid, surprised look filters across his face as he sits back, getting comfortable. He takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly, the same everything's zen expression on his face as when he was eating the pizza. He sits passively, his hands at his sides, watching her warmly. "Is it ok?" Mason looks at him limpidly... eyes dilated with desire. "Yes. I should enjoy that very much, Mason." Mason sighs very very softly, a long release of held breath, and lets the back of her fingers lightly touch his cheek... stroking across the rough stubble. The shivers that pour through her as she touches him are almost totally overwhelming to her senses. She lets her hands wander, and watches his reaction. His expression is tranquil, as though he dwells in an inner peace. His physical arousal is evident, though Mason does not have the nerve to express intimate touches... she keeps to the safest of caresses, though the intensity is hardly reduced thereby. Finally she brings her face close to his, and kisses his lips with the very lightest feathertouch. Nicholas smiles brightly, his eyes sparkling happily as Mason kisses him. Then she withdraws, her eyes bright and locked to his still. "I think that's all I can handle right now," Mason tells him softly. "Thank you." Her voice is husky with emotions. Nicholas answers, also very softly. "You are welcome, Mason. Thank you." "I think Brutis and I will go home now..." "Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?" "Sure.. I'd love to." She grins, having a thought. "Will you shave? I don't really like stubble..." Nicholas smiles shyly, dropping his eyes, a blush coloring his cheeks. "Yes, of course. I tend to be rather absent minded." Mason wonders if it's possible to pass out from sheer lust, a wave of which threatens to overwhelm her when she sees his reaction. She finds it hard to speak. "uhhhhhhhh.... I could call and remind you if it would help..." "Yes. That would be very beneficial - I do not wish to forget." "Ok, I'll call." Mason stands up, her legs feeling a bit shaky. Nicholas notes her emotional state, a look of concern crossing his face. "I would like to walk you to your apartment, if you wouldn't mind." "All right. that'll be nice." She turns to her dog. "C'mon Brutis.. say bye to your friends." Nicholas nods, standing fluidly, and scratches Brutis on the head. Mason watches Nick, taking great pleasure in the vision of his physical grace. He offers her his arm, and she takes it. Brutis bumps noses with his family, growling playfully at his brother, then heels, awaiting their departure. Nicholas walks with Mason down to her apartment. On his way out, he leans down to say his goodbyes to Brutis. "You take good care of Mason, now, Brutis. She is special to both of us." He rises, brushing his hair out of his face. "It was a delightful evening. I look forward to having many more." "Oh... I'm sure we will... I can't resist you." Nicholas stuffs his hands in his pockets, watching her for a short time, until he realizes he's being rude and waves with a hand, making his way to the elevator, whistling. Mason looks at her dog after Nicholas leaves. Brutis has his tongue out, panting, his face wearing what looks a lot like a smile. "Well Brutis, at least I'm sure you approve." Mason giggles to herself, then frowns a bit. "I'm a pitiful slave of hormones I guess. I can't even resist a guy like that... " She sighs softly. Going to bed, she undresses quickly and slips under the covers. Her thoughts go unbidden to wondering how she should explain this to her employer... if maybe she should not even try... as she drifts further to sleep, fantasies from her id take over and whisper to her unconscious mind of desire and terror.