"Still here." Lena joked and pulled out of his arms. "Now, what’re you cooking it smells amazing."

Reaching behind her to the counter he grabbed the remote and turned the volume down.

"Just a basic chicken soup."

"Yeah right. Basic for you is a recipe you learnt while studying at the hands of a renowned Italian, French or German chef."

Laughing he walked back to the stove, "There's never been a German."

"Oh, my apologies."

"Smart ass."

"Well it smells great."

Yawning she rolled her shoulders. Looking at the clock she noticed it was just going on 8pm. She’d left the hospital at around 7.15pm and made the trip down to see Carly, then come home. She’d been going down to visit her on her own now for the past three months. At first it’d been difficult and nerve wracking but in the end Mason had urged her and she now found it one of the most important parts of her day.

In a sense Carly was her version of a diary. She went there to talk about her happiness and confusion, which all seemed to be wrapped up in the man in front of her. She also confessed to her the fears he brought out in her. Lena couldn't help but shake the feeling he was going to somehow leave and break her heart. She knew it was an irrational fear that stemmed from losing her sister at such a young age, but no matter how much she told herself that, she found it difficult to live without that fear.

Isn't that what he’d been telling her all along? She needed to trust him, trust them and so far it’d been close to perfect and if she was honest, that was what scared her the most. She kept waiting for the punch line, at her expense.

"I saw the Tipton's today."

She watched as he turned to look at her from over his shoulder.

"How are they?"

"Good." she said nodding and smiling softly. "Still hard to believe Robbie pulled through all of that. He sure is a fighter."

Robbie Tipton had defied all the odds. He’d pulled through a horrible pneumonia then managed to go into remission with his cancer. Although he was constantly coming in for tests and scans he seemed to be doing extremely well, another case of someone defying all odds.

"That's amazing Lena. One of those stories you hear and it makes your heart happy."

"You make my heart happy."

The smile he gave her right then was enough to completely melt every single wall of resistance she’d ever had against him. His dimples appeared and she was sunk.

"Do I?"

"You sure do." she stood tall and yawned again, "I'm just going to go change before dinner.”

“Sounds good. About five minutes."

Nodding she walked through the condo and made her way into the only other space in the warehouse, his bedroom. Although technically she could probably call it their bedroom, with the amount of time she spent there, it wasn't official yet so she still referred to it as his. Stripping off her skirt then top she made her way into the big bathroom in her bra and panties and splashed some water on her face. She looked a little tired but other than that she thought she looked the healthiest she ever had. They had started running together on her mornings off and she now ate regular meals, which she had to admit were the best meals she’d ever had, and obviously it was agreeing with her.

Another regular occurrence for them was Monday night dinners at the Langley's. Every Monday they made their way over to the little yellow cottage and they all sat down and had a family dinner and Lena loved every single minute of it. They were such a warm group of people and she’d already known Catherine half her life, but it was amazing to see a whole new side of the kind woman who now meant as much to her as her own mother. Pulling a brush through her hair she saw the shower almost beckoning her and she was close to stripping down when she heard her name being called. "Lena!"

Placing the brush down she stepped out into the bedroom about to grab the robe off the foot of the bed and found Mason standing there holding it.

"Looking for this?"

"I knew it was there. I was coming to get it."

Grinning he held it out on the tip of his finger letting it dangle as he looked her over from head to toe and at all the exposed skin in between. "Well, come and get it."

Arching a brow Lena tilted her head back letting her hair fall down behind her, and pushing her bra covered breasts forward she walked barefoot towards him.


Mason watched the siren, in front of him, walk over. He loved that she was confident and comfortable enough with him now to play. She knew she just had to crook a finger and he was hers, but right at this moment he didn't care a bit. Stopping in front of him she reached out to take the robe but he pulled it back at the last minute clutching it behind his back with both hands. Her eyes narrowed as she stood facing him in a little lilac bra and panty set, the woman sure did know how to buy a sexy as hell lingerie set. Tilting his head to the side he pursed his lips at her. "What are you willing to give me for it?"

Looking at the arm that now had the robe behind his back she licked her lips then placed her hands on her hips. She looked amazing. Over the last few months things had started to get serious between them. From the beginning he’d known Lena was different, he’d sensed it in his reactions to her. In the way she made him feel. Whenever she was near him he felt her, almost like she was a part of him. As corny as it sounded he seemed to feel her in his blood. Almost like a drug of sorts she hummed through him and he knew when she was near.

After the night he’d given her his house key she’d practically moved in, only going to stay at her house occasionally when she felt he needed to rest or needed some space from her. He told her she was crazy he didn't need space but she didn’t believe him, little did she know he wanted her permanently. He hadn't dared mentioned the ‘L’ word because he still felt at times she was skittish and waiting for him to screw up somehow or leave and he knew that would just make her more tense, but he sure felt it. He knew he was in love with her, had known for months. He’d completely involved her and introduced her to his family, she was now just as much a part of them as Wendy was and he couldn't wait until the day he could finally make that legal. Getting her to a point where she felt that he was genuine, real and trust worthy was the biggest hurdle, but he felt they were close.

"Now I have to give you something?" she paused, "For my robe?"

His eyes zeroed in on her little nipples that were now getting hard and pushing against the lilac lace. "Well technically it's my robe."

Smirking she nodded, "I suppose it is."

Lowering her eyes she ran her gaze down over his white t-shirt and he knew she could see his hard-on tenting the front of his grey sweat pants. Raising her eyes back to his she smiled at him in a way that made him think of a cat that had just eaten a bowl of cream. Licking her lips he watched as she slowly knelt down in front of him. His breathing started coming faster and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

He’d wanted a quick kiss and then to go out into the kitchen and eat the soup he now had cooling on the counter, but now he was thinking, screw the damn soup. Looking up at him from beneath her lashes while she sat back on her heels, her head in line with his very prominent and very hard cock, she gave him a seductive grin and reached out to touch him. She ran two fingers up the tented grey sweats and looked up quickly as she heard him catch his breath. When he didn't move a muscle she licked her bottom lip and stood herself up on her knees so her head was level with his stomach and navel. Reaching out she gripped the sides of his sweat pants and he held his breath as she dragged them down his thick thighs that were now straddled and clenched tight holding him still. His cock sprang free, because he hadn't bothered with underwear when he’d got home, and she was now looking at his very naked, very hard erection. Gripping his thighs with those soft little hands she looked up at him. He saw her breasts rising and falling in that tiny little bra and he thought they were going to burst free.

"So let me get this straight?" she whispered and her warm breath floated across his cock like a caress, "I can't have my, I'm sorry your robe, until I give you something?"

Swallowing deeply he felt his eyes blur but still he managed to clutch that robe behind his back. His bare ass was feeling the cool air but his cock was on fire. He nodded, having a feeling he was going to die from what she was about to give him. That wasn't enough for his little temptress though.

"What was that?" she asked blowing across the throbbing tip. Rolling his eyes and then squeezing them shut he answered. "Yes. That's right."

When he felt one of her small hands come up to grip the base of his shaft he groaned and his eyes snapped open. He looked down at her and she smiled up at him in a way he knew would make him do anything.

"Don't let go of the robe Langley or I'll stop."

He blinked once then again, realizing he was clutching the robe behind himself and that meant he couldn't grab her hair or touch her, smart sneaky woman. He moaned in the back of his throat as he watched her lean down and flick her tongue across the weeping tip.

"Holy fuck."


Lena grinned smugly as she heard the curse in her ears. Oh yeah, Langley. How do you like teasing me now? She thought to herself as she lapped at the tip of his cock. He was salty and she found the taste intoxicating. Almost as intoxicating as the moan it ripped out of Mason. She gripped him in her hand and squeezed as she flicked her tongue over and around the head of his erection tonguing the sensitive glands underneath. She could feel his big thighs trembling and knew it was costing him everything he had not to drop the robe and fist her hair like he usually did. Dragging her tongue down the length of him she thrilled to hear his breathing kick up and a soft groan slip through.

She raised her eyes to see he had his closed and his arms were bulging in an effort to keep them behind his back, and she was pretty sure he was death gripping her robe. Grinning to herself she pulled back and took her mouth from him. His eyes opened and looked down at her. They looked like they would burn her they were so hot, but now that she had him looking down at her just like she wanted, she made a show of licking a finger and pushing her hand between her kneeling thighs into her panties. He groaned loudly and shook his head from side to side. "You're gonna to kill me."

Lena rocked up on her own hand and said softly against his cock, "I sure hope not." and then she opened her mouth and took him inside.


Mason thought he’d explode at the first touch. Lena had her hand in her panties and her lips wrapped around his throbbing hard on. It was driving him insane because he couldn't see what she was doing to herself and he could barely stand to watch what she was doing to him because he knew he would go off like a rocket. Groaning and gripping the stupid robe behind him he felt his hips flex and thrust forward trying to push further into her hot wet mouth. He heard her moan and the vibration shot right through his cock and he clenched his teeth breathing hard, trying to put off the inevitable.

Again he felt her raise her head then lower it sucking him in as deep as she could before pulling back up. After a few minutes of agonizing pleasure she pulled back then did something he’d wanted to do since he met her. He watched, in what was starting to feel like a sexual high, as she wrapped the bottom of his cock in her soft silky hair then placed her small palm on it and started to stroke him. He groaned loudly and thrust his hips as she rubbed her hair all over him watching his face the whole time, her eyes locked with his, her other hand firmly down between her own thighs moving as she jacked her hips against it obviously pleasuring herself. It was all becoming too much and suddenly he dropped the robe and she stopped.

His breathing was labored and so was hers and he wondered if she would hold true and entirely stop what she was doing. At this stage he wasn't about to let her make that choice. His hands came around quick and gripped her head gently but firmly and tugged her forward.

"Suck me, Lena."

Swallowing slowly her hand between her thighs moved again slower this time and the hand gripping his cock remained still on the hair that was wrapped deliciously around his cock.