Lock and Key -Mason-

[JENYFER SALAS-ORTIZ]

So.

Okay.

So.

Right.

Hrm.

Mason was in love with Mallory. And Mallory was in love with Mason. This could not be more obvious. The barbecue was a sufficient display. this was made slightly awkward by the fact that Mason had been wooing Jeny a bit. Or at least flirting heavily. They had hung out a few times, gone on a few dates. They ended in the same way: He'd suggest they 'get to know each other' and try to put his handsies where they didn't belong, and she would tell him no, not yet. She had been waiting for something a bit more concrete than 'friends who occasionally kiss'. Now, this had left her mind completely. She was not angry, as maybe she should have been. Nor was she hurt.

She was determined.

Determined for Mason to admit that he loved Mallory, so that they could live happily ever after.

This was far easier said than done, she was afraid. Mason was so arrogant, so guarded. He'd never let himself be vulnerable. Unless, of course, she made him. True, she'd feel a little guilty over the slight use of trickery. But it was in the name of love, and therefore good. In the long run, he'd thank her.

So she prepared herself. She soaked in a tub full of orchid oil and suds, letting the light floral smell soak into her flesh. And she shaved so very finely, her skin felt like satin. When she got out, she dried her waist length hair, and let it fall with a careless and sensual appeal. Her cinnamon skin had a glow to it, as she applied her lotion and make up- her fawn brown eyes were high lighted with a smokey curtain, and her full lips were glossy and rosy pink. Clothing was slim to none, for his... viewing pleasure. It would only be a moment, and the prospect was terrifying. The push up bra gave the illusion of even fuller breasts, and the cheekie panties hugged her firm dancers tookus. Examining herself, she pulled out her phone, and sent the text.

The text that signified it was the point of no return.

She was doing this.

To: Masy
2:37 p.m.
Oct. 9th.

Hey, I have the apartment all to myself for the whole day.
Feeling VERY lonely.
Come fix it.
xoxo
J.

Pushing send, there was nothing to do but wait. Not that she had too long.

Sixteen minutes and forty three seconds later, a firm and giddy knock was applied to her door. Nervous, and plan set firmly in her head, she spruced up her hair for some body, and put on the pair of terrifying heels that were really Rose's. Oh, God, please be merciful and have it be true that Rose and Guillermo did not have sex in these shoes. Jeny had enough problems.

But her face revealed none of them. Opening the door in her under garments, a minxish grin took over her usually innocent heart shaped face. Leaning against the door frame, she let him take it all in with out any apparent modesty, which kicked and screamed violently in her head.

Dear Lord, Mallory better know Jeny loved her so dearly that she'd humiliate herself like this.

"Hey there. Took you long enough. I was waiting..." Alright Mason, get down to business, she thought, and remember it's only because you and Mallory are so important in my heart that I'm fighting for your guys' chance.

OUTFIT OF A SUPA SEXY JENY.

[MASON HOWARD]

From: Jeny
2:37 p.m.
Oct. 9th.

Hey, I have the apartment all to myself for the whole day.
Feeling VERY lonely.
Come fix it.
xoxo
J.

Well…fuck.

Mason stared at the phone for a good three minutes straight, not bothering to click a button to re-light the backlit screen after it blacked out, for the words of the text message seemed to be burned directly into the backs of his eyelids. This wasn’t the sort of text he was new to receiving—not by any means—but still, he was more than caught off-guard. With Jeny, this could mean anything. She could want someone to study with. Someone to somehow to convince to purposely lose twelve games of Uno and three rounds of Jenga too without once opening her mouth once. Someone to…well, he really didn’t know whatever the hell she’d meant by this. Anyone else, and he probably wouldn’t have even finished reading before arriving at their door. Not that he was desperate—far from it. Really, he just despised delayed gratification with all his heart; apparently it was something Jeny thrived on torturing people with.

Not that there was time to think about how much he’d hated her past schemes, whether intentional or not. Today, right now, this very moment was a time for action. With any luck, quite a lot of it.

Mason sped his way to Jeny’s house as fast as humanly possible (which was quite, even in New York traffic, for he had learned long ago how to drive as close to a cabbie as possible), practically screeching to a halt in the parking garage of Jacob’s Apartment Complex, at the moment not even caring that he’d just handed the keys of his Porsche over to a rather shady-looking valet. God knew he could sue him if anything went wrong. Not that it would. Not after that text message. He hoped.

Two minutes and forty-five seconds (exactly sixteen minutes and forty-three seconds after receiving the original text) later, he was standing outside Jeny’s door, knocking. God help him if this turned out to be another invitation to “Board Game Day” or some shit like that. He liked her enough—a lot, actually—she was just infuriating.

Or…maybe just surprising. Ordinarily, Mason was not one for surprises—not ones as big as this—but this, well, he could live with this. If indeed the outlandishly attractive and indisputably near-naked girl in front of him really was Jeny Salas-Ortiz. But then, she had to be. Who else? Jesus. Mason was still blinking in shock, still trying desperately not to let his jaw drop all the way to the floor when she spoke, and for a good two seconds afterwards as well.

“I uh…yeah, sorry. Came as fast as I could…” he cleared his throat and trailed off, eyes snapping up from where they were currently staring at that decidedly wonderfully lacy bra. Sweet Jesus. There they were again, straight back to her chest. Had her tits always been that great? No. He’d have noticed by now. They couldn’t be real. Well, he hoped they were, but they couldn’t be. He very much hoped they were.

[JENYFER SALAS-ORTIZ]

Oh, come on now. Seriously? They were just boobs. He didn't have to stare at them like they were the entry way into Narnia. She was two seconds away from getting him a napkin to wipe away the drool. But, well, could she blame him? She was the one in lingerie and heels, after all. And he was a boy. Certainly Guillermo would stare at Rose like this, if she decided to ponce up for him. Well, maybe not... Wait, did he still find her attractive being all preggo and stuff? Beautiful certainly, but-

Crap. What if this plan didn't work? What if he pounced on her, and they got carried away!? OH! Poor Mallory! What a betrayal that would be to her dear friend! To sleep with the man who loved her! No! Jeny would not let it happen! She would be in control. She WAS the one in control here! She was pretty and precise and this plan was fool proof! The fact that it was technically illegal she was sure was besides the point! It was for the greater good!

Jeny was the Batman of love!

"Do you like my outfit? It's new..." Her eyelashes fluttered, a natural coquettish quality she had barely knew she possessed. Paranoid of neighbors, she pulled him in, letting his body brush against her as she closed the door behind him. Greatergoodgreatergood! Her sheet of dark hair flipped with her ethereal movements, as she walked around him, letting him get a full view. "My brother and his girlfriend are out for the whole day-" Dear God let that remain true. She doubted very much if her head strong, quick to react, temperamental brother would stop to listen why his Baby sister was half naked with a boy he didn't much like. Not that Guillermo would really like any boy in a two block radius of Jeny. "-so we're all alone..."

Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward, kissing Mason's lips. The height added with the heels was a great help, and she had made a good choice there. Hoping he was still too dazed to question, Jeny grabbed his belt buckle, and began tugging him to the bedroom, an impish grin playing on her lips. Inside her head, however, there was protest and contrition. 'I'm sorry Mallory, I'm sorry Mallory, I'm sorry Mallory'. Jeny had no intentions of keeping this a secret from Mal, as she was not a secretive person. She could only hope that it went right, so it could be laughed on later.

Hey, remember that one time I kinda-sorta kidnapped your not-really-boyfriend and held him hostage until he admitted his undying love for you under the rouse that I was going to sleep with him?

Ha ha ha?

Her dark eyes flashed to him as they entered the bedroom, and she sat delicately against the edge of the bed. Would this be what it was like the first time? It would be wonderful to have this much control. It felt... like a rush. She felt sexy, even if this wasn't the guy for her. Jeny's eyes lingered against his cloths, before returning to his, a smirk asking what the hell he was waiting for.

Oh God! What if he got completely naked? No, he wouldn't. She was still wearing cloths after all. Mason wouldn't want to be more vulnerable than her. Yeah. Everything was awesome and she wasn't going to see his wang at all.

No problem.

[MASON HOWARD]

Was he being pathetic? Probably. Did he care at this particular moment, with those wonderfully full boobs staring him straight in the face and that lace, making them seem like a Christmas present of the most fantastically fulfilling proportions, all wrapped up in a box of Latino crème and sudden anticipation? Not at all. Would he be angry with his lack of suaveness whenever it was he left? Oh, most definitely. But for now, Mason was more than happy to bask in the wonder that was the push up bra. Never mind the fact that just looking wouldn’t hold his excitement for all that much longer. The way Jeny was dressed, that hardly mattered.

Although, there was no denying this behavior was odd. They’d never even come close to this before. Not once. Honestly, Mason would have remembered. Jeny was a pretty little thing, and one he most certainly would not have minded spending ample amount of time with, were she to allow it. She was no Mallory, of course, but second best was really just as good in the long run. Right? Right.

Eyes snapping back to Jeny’s face, Mason couldn’t help but wonder where she’d learned to blink like that and why she hadn’t done any of this before. It seemed a lot to jump into after just one text message, was all. Not that he was objecting. Mason made no move to stop her as she pulled him inside the apartment, head and eyes turning to follow her as she made her way around him. Honestly, how come she’d never dressed like this before? It certainly would have made studying much more interesting.

“Are they really?” he smiled, but couldn’t help taking a glance around the corners of the apartment just in case. There had been an incident once, after all, and something told him Guillermo was even more vicious than John Archtate could ever have dreamed of being. Still, it seemed Jeny was telling the truth. Why wouldn’t she be? No girl in their right mind would walk around like that in front of their older brother. Why, if he ever saw Veronica like that…shaking the disgusting image from his head, Mason’s eyes went back to Jeny. Hands on her waist, he kissed her back happily, simultaneously disappointed and pleased when she broke the lip lock to tug once again on his belt. His hands fell instantly, and he followed her.

Hot—well, Jeny’d always been something of an appeal. He wouldn’t have talked to her otherwise. So yes, that was true. Beautiful—perhaps, although he’d never told her that. Sexy—yes, yes, she most definitely was, sitting there so very…new, like a freshly minted penny just waiting to be spent. Well, he did think a bit more highly of her than that, but still. The gist was the same. And as she gave him that stare, the one with the little smile, Mason couldn’t help but smirk back. His shirt came off, over his head and onto the floor, and he was not the slightest bit self-conscious. Then came the jeans and shoes, so he was left standing in front of her with nothing but a pair of striped boxers and the same smirk half-asking if she was really going to go through with this. Of course she was. Not that he’d make her do anything she didn’t want to. It was just…well, why wouldn’t she, looking like that? To back out would just be cruel, in more ways than he could possibly express.

Crossing the distance between them, Mason pushed Jeny gently back onto the bed and climbed on to join her, kissing small, delicate kisses over her neck and collarbone. She was new to this, after all. Best to take it a bit slow at first, never mind how absolutely fantastic she looked. Although really, if she didn’t get moving, he was going to wind up a tad bit unhappy; an unhappy Mason was, of course, not a Mason to be messed with. He only hoped she wouldn’t start bringing out that side of him now—she’d never done it once yet, but there was a first time for everything ,after all.