9061/Shannon's First Kiss

Shannon's First Kiss
Date of Scene:	03 September 2019
Location:	Great Jones Day Spa, Greenwich Village
Synopsis:	Mason takes Shannon out on a date!
Cast of Characters:	Mason Steele, Nightingale

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Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason was ready on time. He is two minutes late though, when he actually arrives at the meeting spot. He suggested to meet on the front steps before heading to the car. He has a Corvette, but then, he has the money to. Fire engine red.

    He is in a silk steel colored shirt, along with a pair of white jeans and white sneakers. A dress belt around his waist, with a silver buckle, and a silver chain on his neck to match.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon manages to smile, putting the horrors of the day before out of her mind as best she can. It would not do to let things drag her down. This was supposed to be a pleasant day, her first date. Ever. She's in a simple but hopefully tasteful and elegant wine-colored skater's dress, with a modest halter keyhole neckline, and knee-length A-line skirt, wine colored flat shoes, and her hair swept up on one side with a comb bedecked with faux freshwater pearls. She actually does smile when she sees Mason, though there's a hint of shadows in her eyes that will take a little time to chase away. "Wow. You look fantastic!"

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason gives a lopsided grin, "Hey now, no fair, you stole my line," he says in return compliment. "Are you ready?" He had heard about the events in mutant town, but he doesn't comment on it. Instead, the attention is given to the events at hand. He escorts her to the car, and opens the door for her even. "How do you feel about fast driving?" He asks with a mischevious smile.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs. "Can't be any worse than fast flying! How fast are we talking here? Would I be able to keep up if I were following in the air?" Oh, my. Was that a possible challenge for another day? She slides into the passenger side, and makes doubly sure to fasten her seat belt, particularly keen on arriving at the party in one piece! "Oh... should I be turning on my image inducer for this? It's not going to cause problems if they see the wings, is it?"

Mason Steele has posed:
    "I hope not, it'd be a horrible blow to my ego," Mason answers playfully. "It's up to you whether you want to turn it on, but hey, if they weren't okay with mutants, I wouldn't want to be there. It peeves me off too much now to hear people and their crap." He hops into the driver's seat, and puts it in reverse to back out of the parking spot before fastening his seatbelt. It's a manual transmistion. He throws it into first, and the car lurches forward into acceleration. Second gear is hit within a few seconds as they head down Graymalkin Drive through the overhanging trees, far too fast for a leisurely senic drive.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon yelps as the rapid acceleration catches her off-guard, already feeling the wind in her hair. "Just hope that they don't figure out where I go to school and make trouble here." It's impossible to keep worrying, though, with the roar of the engine shattering the late summer afternoon, and thrumming through their bones. "Bah, I'll just tell anyone who asks I was homeschooled. It's the truth." She can't help laughing even as the comb in her hair comes loose, falling to her lap. Getting to the party was going to be just as much fun as the event itself!

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason downshifts to take a turn, blowing through the stop sign, and heads down the more major road. "Hey, do whatever," he says. "Usually people aren't talking about school much at these parties," he laughs. His own hair is flapping about his face as he goes, and he buzzes...oops, he just buzzed past a cop.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon rolls her eyes and laughs. They'd be lucky if that cop didn't decide to follow them and pull them over... that'd be all the pair needed! She glances backwards to make sure they're not being followed, and cracks a smile. "You said something about fast driving...? Let's hope that cop's in a good mood, or we're going to need it!"

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason winces, "Oh sh.." he glances in the mirror, and then behind him as the blue lights come alive. "Hold on!" he says with a grin, and slams on the brakes and turns down a neighborhood street. "Totally gotta avoid getting a ticket. My mom would kill me if I got another."

Nightingale has posed:
     Maybe this was the time for a colorful metaphor, but somehow, the winged teen refrains from using those hues from the palette of the English language. She laughs and holds on for dear life, hoping and praying they don't get caught. "Let's also avoid getting someone else hurt on the way!"

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Yeah, okay!" squeals around another turn, only barely avoiding going over the curb, then pulls into a long driveway. Whose house? Who knows? He didn't ask. He pulls in, and then tucks the vette around the back of the house. In their yard. They are out of sight, but it's likely the owners, if they are home, won't be big fans of the strategy. He grins. "Ever do this before?" he asks.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head and grins, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. "No... looks like you have, though!" Her eyes have begun to twinkle with the sheer mischief of the entire scenario. She hadn't seen any vehicles in the drive coming in, but that didn't necessarily mean that nobody was home. Still, perhaps the odds were in the pair's favor? "This is nuts!"

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason watches as the cop goes past, and the back door opens to the house.

    "Hey, what are you doing?" an older lady asks, a little bewildered by the presence of the new vehicle.
    "Sorry, wrong turn!" Mason calls out. He backs up, turning around. He gives a friendly wave as if it was an every day occurance, and then heads back down the drive, turning back the way they came. He keeps his speed down a little now, so not to draw additional attention. "Never, I'm a very upstanding citizen, you know," he declares an obviousl lie. "I never do anything to get myself in trouble. Especially not with a beautiful woman in the care."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon ducks her head, turning rosy pink in the cheeks, and smiles. "Well, not -too- much trouble. Smoothie." Even with the drive kept down to a semi-civil speed, it's still fun. Yeah, okay, she'd gotten the idea with the incident in the rec room that maybe there was a little bit of trouble involved, but so far, so good. "I still say you're the better looking of the two of us."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Nah I'm hideous, just ask twitter," he answers. Of course, any celebrity has people mocking their appearance somewhere on social media. "You like to go to parties often?" he asks. "I gotta warn you, I'm a crazy party animal."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head. "To be honest... parties are almost more intimidating than fighting a Sentinel. And I've never been on a date. Ever." She cants her head to one side and smiles, reaching over to hold his hand for a moment. "I'm willing to give it a try, though."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Wait, never?" Mason asks. "Like, this is your first date?" He looks a little dumbfounded. "You can NOT convince me you've never been on a date. I would have guessed that you had guys beating each other up for you." He pulls out onto the highway, and hits the gas again. Easier to get away with it on the open freeway. As long as he doesn't hit any speed traps.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods. "Never. My folks weren't too crazy about public schools, so I was homeschooled. Got along a whole lot better with adults than I did kids my own age when I -did- go out. And by the time I was old enough to even start considering the whole idea..." She shrugs, ruffling her wings a little. "...the change happened. So that sort of shut that down. Now you know why I was so surprised when you asked me?"

Ah yes, the joys of the open road. As they hit the highway and pick up speed, she can't help laughing, rather enjoying the company and the trip, as much as the prospect of the party itself. "You, on the other hand, probably have girls going crazy over you all the time. So... it was kind of a pleasant surprise when you asked me."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Well," Mason grins, and blushes slightly. "I can see how the /change/ happened," he comments. He doesn't glance to her wings, but... to another protruding section for a moment. Maybe a bit forward of him. "It's a little different though, I kinda got publicity. Most of them just want to chase me because of the status thing I think. Mob mentality. It's flattering, but...kinda empty."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon looks right at him, not taking note of any other ahem, pressing matters at present. "Now that's something I just don't understand. We all come from the same place when we're born, we all go to the same place when we die. Dust to dust. We all put our pants on one leg at a time. So what's the deal with celebrity?" She smiles somewhat, looking ahead to the road, and sighing a little bit. "I had no bloody clue who was in the music room that day. It didn't matter. I heard someone with talent and heart. Didn't hit me till after just who that was."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason smiles, "I like that," he says, pulling off the exit to head into the city proper. "It's good just to be me." He laughs, "You know, I don't really even like the rock music as much as people think. I'd rather play classical stuff." He shrugs, "Doesn't pay so well, though."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows. "You don't? You play it so well, though!" She smiles warmly, ruffling her wings a little bit as if puffing up like a peacock. "It shows where your heart is, though. I could've listened to you playing that piano all day." A laugh escapes her and she just shakes her head. "Wouldn't it just fry everyone's cookies if you ever said 'To hell with it, I'm going to play what makes me happy'?"

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason laughs, "Well, I have gotten to do some more baroque style a few times, and some classical. People just don't hear about it as much. But yeah, manager says, 'play rock' so I can only do that stuff on the side. Gotta go where the big bucks tell ya, you know?" He pulls down into the parking garage, moving between the spaces to find a spot. His is hardly the nicest car there. A corvette seems to be small potatoes compared to a few in these spaces.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins. "Yeah, I get it. Money talks, bull walks and all that jazz." Once they've parked, she takes a moment to look in the rearview mirror to re-do her hair, picking up the comb that fell in her lap and sweep the left side of those pale gold strands back up away from her face. She also gets a good look at the garage, and raises her eyebrows, letting out a low whistle. "Oh lord, hope I'm not underdressed for this thing!"

Mason Steele has posed:
    "No way," Mason laughs. "It's not black tie or anything, it's a REAL party," he tells her. He starts toward the elevator. "If everything goes right, we'll be overdressed. After all, it's a spa, they are gonna be having steam baths and stuff, so some people may be wearing a lot less."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon follows Mason towards the elevator, giggling a little bit. "Last thing I went to was Peter's birthday, and before that it was the charity gala Josh was hosting. That... got a little awkward." Her cheeks brighten a shade or two and she coughs lightly. "Well... when in Rome..."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Awkward?" Mason asks, bumping the button with his elbow as they board. It starts to take them up to the proper level. "I didn't get to go to that one, I forget why."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon giggles softly, keeping her wings drawn in. "Well... it sounded like one of Mera's guards was coughing up a storm so I went to make sure he wasn't choking. Turns out that afterwards, well, he had no idea what a handshake was, so I introduced myself and showed him. Umm... he didn't know you're supposed to let go afterwards, and there was no way I wanted to offend him or a blooming -queen-. So I was stuck there till she said something to her guard about it. Awkward!"

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Well, don't worry, I think we will be queen-free tonight. Freddy Mercury Rest in Peace." The door opens, and the spa is a little more active and noisy than it might normally be. People holding drinks of various types, laughing and talking. Is that an NBA player? Yep. And whatsherface from that soap opera. "But we got the booze," Mason gives a sidelong grin in her direction. Clearly, this isn't a party designed for minors.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon groans softly. This was -not- good. "Don't suppose there's anything non-alcoholic in there?" Still, the company was good, and the setting was rather nice, even if the large social situation was a bit intimidating. She glances over at Mason and smiles, reaching over to squeeze his hand gently. Designed for minors or not, surely this wouldn't be so bad, would it?

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason takes the squeeze of the hand as a little more eagerness than intimidation, and quickly pulls her forward into the fray. "I mean, I'm sure they do somewhere, but it's not like you wanna stay sober all night. Don't worry, I know how to get away with it." He leans in, "Been getting away with it under Emma and Jean's noses for the last two years, just don't think about it around them, they don't usually pry unless they got a reason." He pulls her toward the bar, as if she surely must want something alcoholic despite her claim. Of course, the non-alcoholic drinks are there as well.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head. "Yeah but thing is, I've got a pretty lousy poker face. Please, I'd rather just play it straight and do without the booze." She groans inwardly as she's pulled towards the bar. Well, perhaps there was a chance they'd make a mixed drink virgin if she asked? She chuckles softly, ducking her head a bit. "Besides... it'd be a lot nicer to remember this with a clear head. Why would I want to get boozed up and chance forgetting everything in the morning?"

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Well, then don't play poker," Mason teases. "You really are an angel, never drink, don't cuss, never been kissed, you probably shouldn't be out with me, I'm way bad for you." He glances at the barkeep. "Hey, can I get a screwdriver?" he asks, and looks back at her. "And one drink won't get you drunk, it just loosens you up a little. You can just do one, and if you don't want much more, or don't want to finish it, you don't have to." He shrugs. "Can even get something you won't taste the booze in." He flashes that smile that he's known for. "C'mon, it'll be fun."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon just shakes her head and sighs softly. "An angel would have been able to save that kid yesterday. Besides, I'm not even sure how booze would affect some things. As for cussing..." She giggles softly and rolls her eyes. "I've been known to drop an f-bomb or two, but I've got to be pretty upset." She glances at the barkeep and smiles softly, ruffling her wings. "Strawberry daquiri, please, and make that virgin?" She keeps an eye on the whole thing to make darn sure she didn't see any booze slipped into her drink. Thank heavens for the advice she'd been given!

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason knits his brow. "If angels could save everyone, nobody would ever die," he answers. "Since people die all the time, I'm guessing angels can't save everyone either." He takes his drink when both are put in front of them. "Not your fault." He takes a sip. "When I first got here, there was a shooting at one of my concerts. Thought I'd shake forever after that. Tryin' to do good, and somebody took the opportunity to do bad with it. I felt terrible, but had to realize that it wasn't because I did a concert that people got shot. It was because people who wanted to shoot showed up." He shrugs. "Nobody died because you wanted to help them. They died because of the sentinels."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods and smiles somewhat, accepting her drink from the barkeep when it's offered. She kept an eye on the whole thing and sure enough, there was no booze in it. She raises her drink in a toast and takes a sip, uttering a soft little sigh of delight. "Okay, I'll admit... I've got a weakness for these. Just never had one with booze in it." She grins a bit sheepishly, and ducks her head. "Even angels have their weaknesses."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Hey, nothing wrong with weaknesses. I have a few myself," he admits. "Behind my right ear is one." He gives a wink. He glances over the areas, there is a pool past the catered bar, set up since the spa doesn't have its own. There is a lounging pool with a few sitting around in it. One guy getting into the pool seems to have forgotten a swimsuit, so he's getting in wearing his boxers only, much to the laughs of the people around him. The steam room entrance shows that it is in use, plenty of fog covering the windows and making view inside rather impossible. A waterfall cascades down a less than 90 degree wall into a rectangular pool nearby, giving a certain classy modern ambiance.

Nightingale has posed:
Now Shannon's wings droop, and she pouts adorably. "If I'd have known there was going to be swimming, I'd have brought something to change into." As the two make their way around the room, she gets an impish little grin, dipping her fingers into the water and flicking a few drops at Mason, laughing. Though her cheeks do turn a little bit red as the man gets into the pool with only his boxers, she doesn't say anything against it. At least he was decent. She does, however, peek around Mason, reaching up to brush the hair aside from his right ear. "Looks normal to me."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Well," Mason teases, "We can get in!" He winces at the flicking water with a laugh. As she runs her finger along that right ear, he tilts his head a little, a reaction definitely resulting. He grabs hold of her by the small of the back, pulling her toward him. "Careful," he says, "I told you it's a weakness. If you want to swim, I'll get in with you. Doesn't look like swimsuits are required."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon turns as red as her dress, chuckling softly as she's pulled in for an embrace. She can't help threading her arms about him and hugging him gently, her wings unfurling and then wrapping briefly around the pair as well. "You have no idea how tempting that is." She chuckles a little bit, and shrugs. "Well... if he can get away with his boxers, who says I even have to take this dress off? It won't get ruined." She does slip her shoes off, though, nudging them over by the edge of the pool, eyes twinkling.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason laughs, "Now we're talking!" One of the other girls in the pool looks up as he shouts, holding her martini in hand. "Hey," she says, "I gotta ask, can you fly with those?" She's maybe in her early twenties, and seems genuinely curious.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon slips into the pool, dress and all, with her virgin daquiri in hand. The fabric clings to her like a second skin as it's soaked through, but remains opaque, if a little darker in hue from the water. She smiles at the other girl and nods, turning her back a little bit more towards her and extending one wing towards her. "Yeah. Never really clocked my top speed, but I'd be guessing close to 55, maybe 65 miles an hour if I pushed it. But that's just a guess." She smiles, hearing Mason laugh; this was going to be one hell of a party.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason grins, and kicks off his shoes. After placing his drink on the pool's edge, he peels off the silk shirt, revealing his upper body. One of the girls gives out a cat call, and he points at her with a smile. He likewise strips to his boxers, and then jumps into the pool next to Shannon, seeming completely unembarrassed.

    He grabs his drink and takes another sip while the girl nods to the explanation. A guy across the pool speaks up. "So can you fly if they are wet?" he asks. It seems her mutation is becoming the talk of the poolside.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs in answer to the question. "Not sure, never tried. Not sure I'd want to try in an enclosed area like this anyways." Her face turns new shades of pink when she turns to see Mason in his improvised swimwear, a bit frank in her visual appraisal. "Angel, nothing. You sure you're not one yourself?" It was a sight to fair take a girl's breath away, and the winged girl was decidedly not immune. She sidles a little bit closer, smiling.

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Yeah?" Mason says with a sly smile. "You haven't seen all of it yet," this earns a chuckle from those close enough to hear.

    "Well, we are in an enclosed space here!" The man who asked the question adds, with a few agreeing encouragements. It seems they want a demonstration. Wasn't he on a TV show somewhere? He doesn't look any older, another teen invited to the party.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs and stands in the pool; her wings haven't been in the water all that long, so they're really not waterlogged quite yet. "Guess there's one way to find out." Droplets roll right off her feathers, the oils in them not quite destroyed by the pool just yet. She takes a look to either side of her to make sure she's not likely to hit anyone with her wings if she tries this, and winks at Mason. "Might want to back up a little." With a couple strong downstrokes of her wings--and some remaining bits of water flung from her feathers--she does indeed lift into the air, hovering for a few moments. "Guess that answers that question!"

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason backs up as Shannon takes off, taking another sip of his drink as the wind from the wings blasts his hair back. There is a cheer from the group in general, as if she just did a cool party trick, and they raise their glasses in celebration.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon is just as quick to let herself land, by now at least having gained enough control over her flight to at least land somewhat well. She snaps her wings out and bows with a little flourish, grinning a bit sheepishly. "It's nothing, really." She slips back into the water next to Mason, resting her head on his shoulder and mostly keeping her wings out of the water.

Keeping her voice low, she murmurs to him, "You'd think I just saved a life or something, with all that cheering. It was just a little flying." She sighs a little bit, and smiles. "Maybe test it out sometime, see how much water these can take, before I can't fly."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Do something else!" Another cheers, before Mason speaks up, putting an arm around her waist. "Hey now, she's not here as entertainment!" he defends. "You guys know what it's like, come on," There is a mutal nod, and backing down. He leans his head down toward Shannon, and whispers, "Well, for all the talent in the room, nobody else here can fly, so it /is/ pretty impressive."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon sighs a little bit. "I -could- do something else... but it would be at someone else's expense, and that's just not worth it." She smiles, taking a dab of the whipped cream from her daquiri and plopping it on the end of Mason's nose, giggling softly. "No... impressive was hearing you play Rhapsody in Blue. That was just pure magic."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason looks down at the whipped cream, and grins before leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Well, whenever you're ready we could find other magic to make," he suggests. "I hear you're in need of a first kiss."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles softly, even the tips of her ears going pink now. It seems she'd been left in one constant blush since meeting Mason, and today was bound to be no exception. She tilts her face up just a little bit, playfully nipping at the end of his nose and making short work of the whipped cream. "Maaaaybe."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason gives a waggle of his eyebrows. He suddenly picks her up, fireman carry style, and places her on the pool edge. He follows it by hopping out of the water himself, and he boldly walks over to the towels to grab one and put it around his waist, then pick up another from the stack and bring it back to her.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon yelps, squealing with laughter and initially putting up a little bit of a fight. It's not much of one, though, more in play than any serious struggle. Her eyes are twinkling as she's plopped down on the edge of the pool, and she reaches for the towel. "Thanks." It's put to good use, as she wraps it around herself and lets it soak up the water that is drenching her dress and the rest of her. "You know, I think this is maybe the first party I've been to that didn't scare the bejeebers out of me."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason grins, and picks up his clothes, moving to one of the locker rooms. "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it," is his response. "I'll be right back," he says. Oddly, with how he is clearly not embarassed about himself, he chooses to move to the locker room to get redressed instead of just putting the clothes back on right there.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon makes good use of the towel to mostly dry off so her dress is only a little bit damp instead of completely soaked through from the pool. At least the material wasn't the sort to get easily ruined by normal wear and tear--she'd made sure of that when she made the thing! She does spread her wings a little bit to let them dry out the rest of the way, moving them slightly to speed up the process... though hopefully without hitting anyone or anything! What could have upset Mason, she wondered, if he was so comfortable in his own skin that he got ready to go swimming right there in the open? Had she said something wrong? She shrugs and finishes her daquiri, finding a little spot out of the way and simply admiring the beauty of the place. This was somewhere she'd have to come back to when it was a little less crowded, she decided. Maybe spoil herself a little bit around the holidays?

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Mason returns after a couple of minutes, redressed and with the towel tightly wound into a ball. He finds the laundry hamper for used towels, and returns. "Hope nobody stole your attention while I was gone," he says with a grin.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles softly and shakes her head. "Far from it. Once the whole flying thing was over, I just sort of blended in. Or tried to." She's long since finished her drink and left the glass behind at the bar, and smiles at him, threading her arms around him for a gentle hug. "Better be careful there, looking as dashing as you do... you could steal a lot of hearts."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason returns the hug, and starts toward the elevator. The Spa isn't in a remarkably tall building, but it is a good several stories. He hits the button to go to the top floor, which...is just a random office hallway with little to draw attention. "Hmm..." he says. "I'm sure there's gotta be a roof access around here somewhere..."

Nightingale has posed:
"If I were stronger, I'd just carry us up... but I'm not quite that good yet." Shannon giggles softly, trying to keep the noise down so the pair doesn't get caught. There was something wonderfully mischievous about all this sneaking about. Not her usual thing, but with the good company? Just once, it felt good to let loose a little bit! "What about this door here? Looks kind of promising."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason glances over at the door indicated. He tries it, it's locked. "Well, that's a promising sign," he says with a grin. He takes out his wallet, and grabs his driver's license. Jiggling it a few times, he pops the door open, revealing a set of stairs. "You're a natural at this," he says with a smile. He rushes up the steps, skipping two at a time, and finds the door at the top, opening it up to the roof.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon giggles softly, keeping her wings tucked in tightly as she tiptoes up the stairs behind Mason. It was probably better not to ask how he knew that little trick with the door! But the view from the roof was worth it, and when they're both up there, she smiles from ear to ear. "Speak for yourself there! But this view... incredible." It's enough to give her pause, to see the city spread out around them; anything ranging from older brownstones to newer construction, all cobbled together into one beautiful patchwork quilt of humanity. She smiles, reaching for Mason's hand and squeezing it gently.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason grins, "Not a bad place to get away from people, is it?" he asks. "I come up here all the time, just to watch the city, the people moving around. The lights of the city like reflections of the stars..." He then laughs, "Actually, never been up here."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs, and leans in for a light shoulder-bump. "Well... whether you have or haven't, I can't blame you. It really -is- beautiful up here." She smiles and rests her head on his shoulder, sighing contently and relishing the moment. When he talked about magic, he wasn't joking around! "This is really something special, Mason. Thank you so much."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Thank you for coming with me. Mason turns so that they face each other, and gives...the look. He puts a hand around the small of her back, and slowly pulls her toward him for a gentle kiss.

Nightingale has posed:
     Time itself seemed to hold its breath as Shannon caught that look from Mason. Her cheeks go rather rosy, but she definitely does not pull away from him, instead welcoming the embrace. As she kisses him gently, almost tenderly, she brings her wings up around them, shielding the pair from prying eyes. Magic, indeed!