𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 :
MASON STAYED TRUE TO HIS WORD, showing up at sage's door within fifteen minutes. he wasn't as high as he made himself out to be, the weed wearing off during his drive.
mason was just about immune to the effects of smoking. despite them not being able to, most footballers would always vape or smoke weed. it was just not getting caught that kept them their job.
sage was already at the door by the time mason had gotten out of his car. his all black mercedes was almost impossible to see in the low light.
mason approached sage, admiring her new place. during their brief period of not talking, sage decided to move into a real house since azelia was getting older and needed more space.
"sageee," mason grinned as he met her at the doorstep. her eyes were closed as she tried to hold back a small smile. mason hugged her and pulled away, resting his hands on her bum. "you missed me, huh?"
"i have tammy, remember?"
sage was bullshitting. she did have tammy, but not in the way she has mason. mason made her feel a type of way that she knew tammy could never.
"i don't give a toss about tammy," mason mumbled as sage pulled him through her home. "he isn't me, is he?" mason grabbed her arm, hugging sage from behind.
his left hand was resting on her stomach and the other on her waist. "answer my question," he demanded as his hands began trailing from her stomach up to her neck.
he held it firmly, gently pushing it back at the same time so sage's head was resting on mason's shoulder. the two were close, sage could feel mason pressing into her lower back. a soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt mason placing soft, wet kisses along her neck.
she turned around in his arms and flung her hands around the back of his neck. sage pulled herself close to mason's ear and slid her right hand down towards his tracksuit bottoms.
she moved the waistband and skimmed her hand over his bulge. the hallway they were in was silent, except for mason's heavy breaths. he threw his head back, mumbling a soft "fuck" under his breath.
"seems like you're the one who missed me," sage hummed into his ear. she continued to tease him through his boxers, brushing her hand over his tip once in a while.
the midfielder suddenly remembered who he was, and picked up sage. he put the smaller girl over his shoulder and began looking for her bedroom. he didn't know where anything was, but could tell which room was her's.
mason pushed the door closed with his foot, ignoring sage's hits on his back. he threw her on the bed and pulled her to the edge by her ankles.
"i swear to god, sage." he leaned over the girl, his arms on each side of her head with her's around his neck.
"why did you cut your hair?" sage mumbled as she attempted to run her hands through it. she wasn't opposed to his new cut though, it made him look older.
"so, i'm about to fuck you and you ask why i cut my hair?"
"who said you're gonna fuck me?" sage made a screw face, which mason gladly returned. "might give you head or something, i don't know though..."
