Royal Jester

26. Mason

"Would you mind grabbing my shoes for me?" Mason turned to look at Ana, who was currently finishing her makeup in the bathroom. 

He let his eyes roam over her form through the doorway, lingering on the skin her dress didn't cover. It was a simple dress with puff sleeves and a skirt that flared out, but Mason thought she looked amazing. "Your white heels?" He thought that they might go well with the floral pattern she was currently wearing. 

"Yeah, I think they're still in your room." Ever since they started dating, the couple was almost never apart, so every day after Ana was done with her lectures she went to Mason's room. It wasn't weird that she had left her shoes there. 

"M'kay," he quickly kissed her on the cheek before heading to his bedroom. But upon entering the room he began laughing at the sight in front of him. 

It seemed Ana had finally fucking pranked him again. 

She had somehow managed to put all of his furniture on the fucking ceiling. His bed, dresser, desk, and bedside table were now all flipped upside down and hanging above him. "Holy shit," he chuckled. 

He spotted her high-heels still laying on the floor and he shook his head as he picked them up. "Let me get this straight," he began as he made his way towards Ana. "You took however many hours putting my furniture on the damn ceiling but you weren't able to grab your shoes in the process?"

She shrugged innocently, "I suppose it must've slipped my mind." Mason couldn't hold back the snort the escaped him as he encircled her in his arms. "Hey-," she suddenly exclaimed with a pout. He made eye contact with her through the mirror only to see a long black line now drawn down the side of her face. "You messed up my eyeliner."

"Shit, my bad," he muttered. "Sorry, princess." He'd never used the nickname before but it suited her, she was one after all. 

Ana rolled her eyes, "You're so annoying." 

Mason grinned at her, "But you like me," he drawled. He watched as she sighed and grabbed a wipe from a package sitting in front of her. She then starting scrubbing at the mark on her face and he grimaced as he noticed her skin turning red from the rough treatment. 

"Unfortunately," she grumbled. 

"Hey calm down," he soothed as he plucked the wipe from her fingers. "You're gonna hurt that beautiful fucking face of yours. We can't have that now can we?" 

He turned her face slightly and gently started wiping her skin, slowly removing the black ink still on her face. "No need to be that rough, see?" He turned Ana back around to look at the mirror so she could now see that the eyeliner was gone. 

"Please," she scoffed. "You probably like it rough." 

Mason's jaw dropped. 

At his silence it seemed like she suddenly just realized what she said, her face turning red as she focused on the makeup on the counter. "What-," he shook his head. Did she really just say that? "What the hell?" He laughed with complete shock. 

"What? It's true." Jesus fuck. Even when she was embarrassed she still managed to render Mason utterly speechless. 

He was so fucking in love with her. 

He shook his head to recollect his thoughts. "How did you even manage to put all of my shit up there?" He still couldn't wrap his head around it. "Is that why you wanted me to pick up all that stuff for you earlier?" 

Earlier that day Ana had practically sent him on a wild goose chase, telling him that she was desperately craving a snack from back home. They were supposedly called Jammie Dodgers and he had gone to four different supermarkets before she abruptly decided she didn't want them anymore and instead told him to pick up ingredients to make homemade fruit tarts.