Ballet And The Beast

Chapter Twenty Three

"Good morning princess." Mason mutters into my ear, sending shivers down my spine in a way that only he can.

"Morning." I mumble back slightly less enthusiastically. Mornings really aren't my thing.

"Someone's a happy bunny this morning. " He chuckles as he turns me over to face him. "How are you feeling?" He asks with concern.

"Fine , how are you feeling?" I shoot back surprisingly coldly. As soon as it leaves my mouth I instantly feel guilty but it's too late.

"Happy to have my girlfriend back with me." He shifts and pulls me up so I'm straddling his chest, openly checking out my naked body. "If she still wants to be my girlfriend."

Instead of responding to his statement I simply lean down to kiss him, giving him everything I have. The kiss is slow and passionate but Jesus christ it's making me horny. Mason must have read my mind as the next thing I know he's deep inside me. I gasp in shock before matching his pace. This is nothing like the sex we've had before. This is raw and filled with more love than lust, it's slow and controlled so we can feel every inch of each other. It's incredible. I moan his name as he kisses and nibbles at the sweet spot on my neck then it's not long before I'm arching my back unable to control myself at the same time he reaches his peak.

Rather than getting off he stays inside me and trails kisses down my naked body while his hands move up slowly. His body begins to move again and I almost lose control of myself instantly it feels that good. Time for round two.

Over an hour later we're both drenched in sweat and lying speechless in each others arms.

"Does this mean I'm still your boyfriend?" He questions with a smirk once his breathing is almost back to normal.

"How could I say no after that?" I giggle slightly and mentally scold myself for giving into him so easily.

"You know while you were asleep in hospital, could you hear anything?" He questions and I debate whether to tell him the truth.

"No." I lie. He can't take the easy way out of talking his shit through, I deserve to hear it while conscious.

"I told you everything there is to know about my depression, plus all my deepest darkest secrets." He winks at the last part trying to make a joke out of a serious conversation.

"I'm sorry Mase I don't have any recollection of it, although feel free to tell me your deepest darkest secrets again." I smile lightly.

"You really want to hear it?" He questions and I nod slowly. Part of me feels terrible lying to him for my own benefit but he's been too much of a coward lately. Plus it's good for him to talk about it.

"It's stupid really, it began years ago." He starts and I listen intently as if I have no idea what he's going to say. When he gets to the part about being ready to end it, I take hold of his hand and press my thumb in smoothing lines across his palm.

"I didn't know what else to do Brooke, I was a mess and there was no coming back. Until you. Now that I've got you I can't lose you." His voice starts to break as he looks me in the eyes, his usual emerald green turning glassy. "Then you were passed out wih your pulse dropping I thought that was it. There was nothing I could do to save you Brooke and all I wanted was to pick you up and tell you that everyhing is ok and I love you." A small tear escapes one eye but he wipes it away almost too quick for me to notice.

"I'm sorry Mason, I didn't mean to let it get that far. I thought it was under control." I respond while trying to keep my tears from spilling over.

"You have nothing to apologise for, I'm just glad you're ok." He squeezes my hand and offers a small smile. "Please just promise me if you ever feel dizzy or hazy like that again, you'll let me know." His face turns hard and I know it's because he's concerned but I much prefer his soft expression.

"If you promise to talk to me or at least let me know next time your depression hits." I challenge with a raised brow.

"I promise." He holds up his pinky mockingly causing me to give him a hard shove. Unsurprisingly, he barely flinches.

"Well we finally managed to talk without screaming at one another." I joke as Mason gets up, pulling me with him. He gives me the most adorable, sheepish grin ever before quickly packing me lips.

"Come on put your dance stuff on." Mason demands with a smile. I obey without hesitation, excited to be able to do my favourite thing again. We stroll downstairs hand in hand to one of the smaller practice rooms no one ever uses then lock the door. "Are you ready madame?" He mocks, bending down slightly and extending his arm. I take hold of his hand as he presses play on the music. We go through our duet flawlessly, although I'm surpringly exhausted after and sit down to catch my breath.

"Sorry, I guess I still haven't got my energy back." I chuckle, secretly frustrated with myself. Lying in bed for weeks has done nothing for my fitness and I can already see the weight gain. On top of that I haven't been going to the gym or doing any form of exercise so I'm not toned. Tears of frustration begin to spill as Mason picks me up, placing me on the bar. I press my head into the crook of his neck and wrap my legs around his waist while he gently soothes my back.

"I'm always here for you Brooke." He mutters into my ear with a gentle kiss. I dont know how long we stay like that for but it feels like ages. Eventually my eyes begin to feel heavier and heavier so he leads me back to my room. All I can remember from there is my head hitting the pillow.