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Mason knew that Ana would see the tattoo eventually - it was impossible for her not to - but he wasn't expecting her to notice so soon.

He had gotten it maybe a week ago, a lonely drunken thought that became a reality when Josh jokingly brought him to the tattoo parlor. He apparently hadn't thought Mason would actually go through with it.

This of course just encouraged Mason even more and he even wrote the damn sentence himself, determined to prove his roommate wrong.

He remembered that the only thing running through his mind at the moment was Ana, so he wrote I'm yours if you're mine. It was hardly legible (he was drunk after all) but when he woke the next day and realized it hadn't been a weird dream, he didn't even fucking regret it.

Ana abruptly moved off of Mason and to the side, her hands flying up to cover her mouth with blatant shock.

His eyebrows furrowed and he stopped her from moving any further away by tightening his hands around her hips. "What's wrong?"

She lowered her hands, the corners of her lips turning down just the slightest from her deadpan expression. "Are you seriously asking me that?" Mason's mouth opened, but he hesitated to say anything as she tilted her head.

"It's just a fucking tattoo," he mumbled.

Ana groaned then and Mason was somewhat ashamed to admit that his blood rushed south from the noise, it was so similar to other sounds she'd made before.

"It's not just a tattoo, Mason," she sighed frustratedly. He smiled at his name on her lips before refocusing on what she was saying. "It's permanent. You know that right? That will be with you for the rest of your life."

Hopefully she will be too.

Mason was too much of a fucking coward to actually voice this aloud.

"I know, baby. But I want it there, okay?" His voice was gentle as he tugged her back onto his lap.

Ana's features softened at his words and she placed her hands on his chest, leaning down slightly and causing her hair to curtain around their faces. Mason found himself glancing at the dark curls, surprised by the sudden urge he had to pull it.

She kissed his cheek tenderly before draping herself across him and Mason sighed with complete bliss at the feel of her.

This - she - was exactly what he needed. Always.

His flight had been long and tiresome, so when he finally managed to find her room (it took a lot longer that he alluded to) he had collapsed onto her bed and immediately fallen asleep. He wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping for, and he didn't even know what time it was, but Mason couldn't find it in himself to care.

The restraining order had gone through as well so Carly now couldn't be within five-hundred feet of Mason, meaning she wouldn't be able to attend UPenn anymore.

He was so damn relieved when she finally left.

But the best part of it all? Charleigh's parents had called him to apologize and ask if there was anything they could do for him. Mason was going to say no at first (he didn't usually accept favors from practical strangers), but then he thought of Ana, and the money he needed for the flight.

They were more than happy to pay for it when he asked.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of Ana's breath on his neck and his own breathing stuttered when she lightly pressed her lips against it.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, shifting to drag her up and closer to his face so he could kiss her. But his plans were completely shot as their hips met; she was right there.

Then suddenly she was sitting up once more, her hot sex right on top of his erection. And Mason hissed through clenched teeth as she rolled her hips once, so slow and deliberate that it made his eyes flutter closed.

He forced them back open to look up at her.

Fuck.

She was so damn pretty.

Ana's eyes were wide as she whispered, "You're so big," with another slow drag over him.

Mason bit his the inside of his cheek; talk about an ego boost. "How would you know?" He had to remind himself that his dick was the first she had ever felt so, really, she had no actual idea about size.

"It's just so thick." And then she whimpered. She whimpered.

"Shit," he muttered lowly as her head fell back. She was putting more of her weight on him now and he was completely breathless as he slid his hands just beneath her - his - shirt. "Baby," he swallowed when the front of the sweats she was wearing were tugged down from the motion and he caught of glimpse of white lace. "Pretty girl-," he choked as she spread her legs only a bit wider.

Ana finally looked back down at him, her movements slowing marginally as she stared at him with a heavy-lidded gaze. "Yes, my love?" Her voice was so soft and sweet and- god, that nickname.

"Fuck-," his hips raised of their own accord, his erection pulsing because he could feel her heat. "We aren't alone, and - unless you want some asshole to hear something they definitely shouldn't - we should probably stop."

She giggled at his words, her motions merely speeding up as she braced her arms on his abdomen. "You really think they'd build a castle that didn't have sound proof walls?"

She had a point but- his reluctance was cut short as Ana suddenly pulled her top up and over her head and Mason felt dizzy when he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra.

He moaned as he leaned up to capture her mouth in a kiss, her nipples grazing his chest and making him regret ever even thinking about wearing a shirt around her. He left her lips only briefly, removing his jersey and reaching between them with one hand to cup her breast.

He brushed his thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden and peak underneath his touch as Ana sighed into his mouth.

"I think we're still wearing too much, my girl," he breathed as he forced himself back. Ana gave him an adorable pout in protest when he lifted her off of him slightly before she blinked with realization as he started tugging off his jeans.

She pulled down her own pants and Mason felt his heart skip a beat when he realized that he wasn't just imagining the lace.

After they were both in nothing but their underwear and their clothing was thrown to the side, Ana sank back down onto his thighs and he groaned as he felt her wetness even through the thin fabric they were still wearing. "Oh, baby," Mason whispered when her hips bucked and he watched her eyes roll closed. "You're so wet."

Ana adjusted a bit then, and she nodded with tightly shut eyes before rocking over him again, and he could immediately tell when she was able to find the spot. She bit her lip, her nose scrunching as she released a small whine of relief.

Mason placed his hands on her hips, guiding her movements and watching the way her breasts swayed softly.

Shit.

He was already so close and they hadn't even done anything.

"You look so pretty like this, baby," he said lowly, almost absentmindedly as he felt his orgasm approaching more rapidly. "So fucking wet and desperate for me," he continued and felt her legs tighten around his. "I want to feel you cum, I want to feel you soak your panties and drip all over me."

God, she was like a dream. A fantasy come to life as she suddenly cried out, her thighs tensing as Mason lifted his hips to meet hers.

Then she stopped. Her body relaxing on top of his and Mason's oncoming orgasm fading just as quickly as it had appeared. "You didn't cum," Ana observed breathlessly after a moment of silence.

He shook his head in agreement, "Just seeing you like this is enough for me," he lifted one hand to cup her chin, pulling her face down to gently peck her lips.

It was true, despite the fact that he was now so fucking hard that it was almost panful.

"Well it isn't for me," she whispered in return.

Then she was slowly moving down his body, her nipples dragging along his skin and making him pant before he felt her stiffen when her sex made contact with his right knee. He finally gave into his earlier temptation, weaving his fingers into her hair on her scalp and pulling until she lifted her head to look at him. "Sensitive, my girl?"

Ana nodded wordlessly, mouth agape as she applied more pressure to his knee and he stopped breathing as he felt how completely drenched she was. "Made a mess for you," she told him with a self-satisfied smile, "Just like you told me to."

"Good fucking girl," Mason praised softly as he released her hair.

She grinned as she slid just a bit farther down before tugging at the band of his boxers with lithe fingers. His eyebrows shot up in surprise; did she want them off?

Ana suddenly looked shy, her eyes refusing to meet his as her face flushed. "I've never done it before so I don't know how good I'll be at it but-," she trailed off for a brief second. "But a lot of people say they like it when their partners do it for them."

Jesus fuck.

All she had to do was look at him with those soft eyes and he was on the brink of exploding.

"You can try if you want to baby," he would be the biggest dumbass to ever exist if he were to reject that.

Mason lifted his hips off the bed so she could slide down his underwear a bit easier and his dick had just barely exited its confines when Ana gasped rather loudly. "It's even bigger than I thought," she said and Mason wasn't sure if he was supposed to hear it or not because she looked kind of scared.

"How am I supposed to put this in my mouth, huh?" She jokingly glared up at him and he laughed as she shifted onto her knees and placed her hands on his thighs.

Mason used one hand to reach down and tuck her hair behind her ear, "Beats me," he shrugged as he loosely wrapped his fingers around her neck. He trailed his thumb over the column of her throat, feeling her swallow as he said, "I haven't fucking done it either you know," with a laugh.

"You're so mean," Ana frowned at him as she encased the tip of his dick in her hand, and he gasped when she did one languid stroke down his length.

"We both know that I'm a dickhea-," Mason was interrupted by the sound of his own moan as Ana abruptly wrapped her lips around him and sucked. "Fuck, that feels so good," he gasped out as his grip tightened just the smallest amount around her neck.

Her mouth was just so warm and wet around him and he was so pent up from their earlier activities that his orgasm came out of nowhere and he was cumming before he even realized he was.

He felt more than heard the small squeak Ana let out as his release hit the back of her throat and she pulled off with a cough, pearly white droplets of liquid decorating her skin as Mason groaned from the mind-numbing pleasure.

"Such a messy girl," he gasped out as he let go of her neck to wipe off a bead of cum from her cheek. "Didn't even fucking get to taste it, baby." Mason never thought he would have preferred someone to swallow, but the idea that this was all going to waste made him feel weird.

Ana opened her eyes at that and he felt guilty when he noticed that it had gotten on her eyelashes as well.

She grabbed his hand, lightly licking his thumb with a glare. "I don't want to hear another word until I'm out of the shower, you hear me?" Despite how she was trying to sound mad, Mason grinned as he watched her swipe her thumb over the excess liquid on her lips and into her mouth.

"Yes ma'am."

~~~

"I love you," he whispered into Ana's ear as she stepped out of the closet in nothing but a new pair of underwear. This one was far less lacy, but the color suited her skin.

She had just gotten out of the bathroom after being in there for almost an hour but - after Mason noticed that her hair was dried and full of bouncy curls - he realized that she had most likely been doing her hair the majority of the time.

"Do you love me enough to lace up my dress?" She held up a bundle of yellow fabric in her hands and Mason laughed when he noticed that it matched her underwear.

He nuzzled his nose into her cheek, inhaling the strong scent of her shampoo as he said, "I love you so much damn more than that, baby."

She giggled, turning her head to kiss him on the lips before backing away to slip the dress over her head. "I love you too," she told him as her head reemerged from the abundance of fabric she was now wearing.

"Enough to trust that I know how to lace up dresses?" If Mason was being honest then, "Cause I have no fucking idea how to do that."

"It's really simple," she shrugged as she turned so that her back was towards him. "Just start like you would lace a shoe, and then when you get four down just let me know because that's the most complicated part."

Mason sighed as he brushed her hair aside and over her shoulder before pressing his lips to the nape of her neck. "Whatever you say baby."

He did as instructed, a comfortable silence encompassing the room for a moment as he worked.

Until Ana abruptly said, "Is that the only outfit you brought?"

Mason had put on the same clothes he had been wearing earlier, he didn't see the point in changing when he hadn't been the one to actually get dirty. "No, everything else is in my hotel room." He had made a point to check in before visiting the castle so he wouldn't have to worry about it later.

"You booked a hotel?" She sounded almost . . . upset.

Mason didn't respond immediately, focused on threading the end of one of the strings into an eyelet before pulling it taut. "No shit," he chuckled. "Where else would I stay?"

"Did you bring a nice outfit by chance?" She seemingly changed the subject, avoiding his question in the process. "Maybe the dark blue dress shirt and that gray button up vest you have? With those matching gray slacks?" Her head turned slightly to look back at him and Mason had to move her hair again as it fell down her back.

His eyebrows furrowed at Ana's line of questioning; why was she asking that of all things? "I think I did," he had pretty much packed everything in the dorm, "Why?"

"Because - for you to stay here - you'll need to meet my parents."

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