One Hot Halloween

Liane loves her figure hugging ‘sexy-witch’ costume. With a dab of bright red lipstick she’s been invincible all night, fully aware of the eyes watching her as she dances around the room. Especially Mason’s. She’s certain he’s never looked at her that way before. It’s the best confidence booster she’s ever had.

She runs her hands over the silky smooth fabric. “Wish I could wear this everyday,” she says to Ali, who’s busy mixing the alcoholic punch.

“Even the hat?”

Liane laughs, reaching up to touch the tall black hat. “Well, maybe not the hat.”

Caitlin bursts through the door. “What’s taking you girls so long? Tom’s pulled out the Ouija board. Are you ready?”

Liane shivers. “No thanks.”

Caitlin rolls her eyes. “Come on! It’s just a bit of fun. As if there’s any such thing as ghosts.”

In the living room a small group is gathered around the coffee table, the majority of the party hanging back to watch.

Liane takes a sip of punch, as Ali joins Caitlin, Tom and Mason at the table.

“Okay everyone, hands on the planchette,” Tom says.

Liane watches as they each rest two fingers on the moveable pointer in the center of the board.

“Take a deep breath, and clear your mind.” His voice drops. “Are there any spirits around?”

The butterflies in Liane’s stomach jump as the planchette moves across the board.

“Who did that?” She looks from face to face, but they all look as surprised as she is.

The pointer moves from letter to letter. “L-I-A-N-E.” Ali reads each letter in turn.

“It’s for you!” She looks at Liane, who feels another shudder down her spine.

“L-O-V-E-S-M-A-S-O-N”

Liane doesn’t need Tom to say the words in full.

“Liane loves Mason!” Tom exclaims, nudging Mason.

“What?” Liane’s face burns. “Are we 20, or 12?” She avoids looking at Mason as she storms out to the verandah, resting her crossed arms on the railing and glaring into the night.

So much for being old friends. She doesn’t know whether Caitlin or Ali is guilty of that trick, they’ve always been practical jokers. And Liane has always hated it.

The door opens and she glances over to see Mason approaching.

“Ignore them,” she says. “They’re full of shit.”

He stands next to her, resting his hand on the railing so his little finger touches her elbow.

“I was rather hoping they weren’t.”

She looks at him in surprise. “What?”

His gaze holds hers, and her heart begins to flutter.

“I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”

She looks away. “Why didn’t you mention this before?”

“I never thought you wanted it too.”

Liane swallows the lump in her throat. “Aren’t you leaving again tomorrow?”

He shrugs. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether there’s anything to anchor me here.”

She meets his gaze, and her breath catches. Can she do this? She looks away, up to the full moon.

He speaks first. “A ring around the moon. There’ll be a frost tomorrow.”

“My grandmother always said it was a sign of tragedy to come.”

“Perhaps the tragedy is in letting this moment slip between our fingers.”

She glances at him again.

“I’m sleeping in the bedsit,” he says. “Do you want to join me?”

Butterflies dance in her stomach as she nods, and he takes her hand and leads her out to the small studio.

“This is cozy,” she says, noting the double bed mattress in the middle of the floor, shelves and boxes stacked high around it.

“It is.” His voice is low as he pulls her close. He smells of aftershave, and the incense Caitlin was burning in the house.

She tilts her neck, standing on tiptoes so her lips can reach his.

His kiss is soft, at first. She brings a hand to rest against his neck, pressing her tongue into his mouth.

Soon they’re pulling at each others clothing, and before Liane knows it she’s on her back on the bed, Mason’s head between her legs.

He’s tongue brushes lightly over her folds, and she gasps, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair.

He does it again, this time circling her clit.

“Mason.”

He glances up at her as he sucks on her tiny nub, her back arching in response.

“Oh, fuck.”

She’s never responded so quickly before, but under Mason’s expert touch she loses all awareness of the outside world as the orgasm tears through her body.

“Stay?” she begs.

“For you?” His voice is husky. “Always.”

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