<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who: Jen Miles</strong><br/><strong>Where: Somewhere on the trail...</strong><br/><strong>When: Early Morning Exercise</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: A White Tai Chi Uniform, simple black shoes </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mason gazed into her eyes, matching the mischievous sparkle which resided there. Before answering her question, he watched her arm rise and brush the twig from his shoulder. The touch of her fingers on his chest, even in such a delicate movement, was enough to awaken something normally kept deeply hidden. His stance shifted somewhat, so as to remain balanced as he stood so close to the breathtakingly beautiful young woman before him... lest she knock him down with a glance.<br/><br/>Though his own speed seemed slow and careful, she would be amazed as to his quickness; his hand rose and caught her own, enfolding her fingers. He smiled into her eyes, completely in control... of both himself, and her. Their breathing remained in sync, even now. They stood, in the middle of that hidden grove, completely alone... At that moment, Mason went against every single aspect of his own professionalism. In a heartbeat, he weighed the pros & cons, his job, the island, and what he had in front of him.<br/><br/>His voice came back a whisper, as he responded in a volume low enough for only her to hear:<em>"Best Day Ever..."</em>Those few words could not have been more intimate.<br/><br/>He paused, threw a glance around their surroundings, as if checking to make sure they were still alone. Satisfied, he turned to stare directly into Jenifer's eyes and brought her captured hand to his lips, kissing the largest knuckle. He arched an eyebrow, and if there had been anything held back before, now he was bare before her. She saw the boyish charm, the honesty, and (she could swear) even a touch of nervousness. His tousled dirty blonde hair waved in a gentle breeze like a field of wheat, and his azure eyes were full, bright, and even innocent. The windows to his soul stared back, entrancing her as she weaved a spell upon him.<br/><br/>"I never do this, Jen... Being a therapist, and all. But, well... When in Rome." He gave a lighthearted chuckle, stepping that much closer to her. His free hand rested on her hip, his fingertips resting on the rise of her buttocks, feeling the sleek and formfitting fabric as it exquisitely hugged her body's natural curves. He pulled her into him, feeling her breasts press against his chest and he kissed her on the mouth. His lips were full and soft, fitting perfectly with hers as if they were made together. His tongue slipped past her lips, running along her teeth as her mouth opened to receive him, and drinking deeply from her passions. Expertly he inhaled, drawing the breath from her lungs; taking her breath away at the moment of their first kiss.<br/><br/>He would not press the issue, however... He would let her make the decision if she was comfortable enough, alone with him in a forest, or if she preferred more "civilized" space, like a shared bed and a bottle of wine. Though he hid it well, he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anyone.<br/><br/>