<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jana Lam<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Cottege 1; standing on her front porch.<br/><strong>When:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red velvet Tai-Chi uniform w/ white cuffs, black shoes.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Mason never allowed his eyes to drop toward her chest, his professionalism still in perfect check... though he noticed the action, and couldn't help but feel the lustful voice within his mind urge him to press onward. He was enjoying the game likely as much as she did.<br/><br/>He had read the book during a brief visit to Baja, years prior, and had thoroughly enjoyed it. He let her speak, taking his attention away from the brief memory and watching her. He could tell she was slightly nervous, and sought to ease some of the tension and help her relax.<strong>"I was honestly thinking of eating in, tonight..."</strong>He replied, once her back was turned and she faced the closet. He wasn't far from her, and crossed the short distance to join her, quelling her idea of finding an outfit. He had seen the muscle-twitch, and immediately recognized the issue: The next thing Jana felt was his firm and powerful hand applying gentle pressure to her shoulder, stroking his thumbs along one of the taut muscle fibers he instinctively knew would be a problem. His hands were hot against her skin, showing that he was channeling his breath and vitality into the healing touch; immediately, she felt the offending knot began to loosen. A desire to close her eyes and embrace the moment washed over her as he gently worked her shoulder, his practiced fingers striking every troublesome spot, as if he had a roadmap to her body.<br/><br/>He stepped in close, bringing her backward until her back rested against his chest, supporting her. He was only a few inches taller then her, and his powerful hand enclosed around her petite frame. She could feel the power he possessed and knew he was capable of so much more.<br/><br/>His voice came out in a soft whisper, breath hot against the nape of her neck. His broad chest and muscular abdomen seemed to be made from brick or stone, towering over her like a beast of prey.<strong>"We can just take our time, and enjoy the evening... What do you say?"</strong>Even if they did have dinner first, or enjoyed some conversation, he intended to have his hands all over her by the end of the night. They both needed some release after the long day... and he couldn't think of any better way to see it happen.<br/><br/>He smelled faintly of jasmine, which she remembered was one of his favorite oils. It hung on his clothes, flowery yet masculine, as if he were simply embracing his feminine side. It was a scent she likely knew well, as Jasmine grew wild in the lush, wet jungles of her homeland. Though he had not intended such a coincidence, it still seemed to speak volumes without saying anything at all.<br/><br/>