The Travelers *4

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Warning: This part includes a brief love scene. It does not go into detail.

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After a little while, Tobi came back out clutching a picture and a little girl, who carried an old teddy bear.

She had a slight limp that Mason had not noticed before.

He nodded at Ethan, who took the girl from her, and carried her to their house.

It wasn't until after they reached the house, and Mason had Tobi in his room with the door closed and locked that either of them spoke.

"Who is that little girl?" Mason asked her.

"My little sister, Carrie. Please don't make her go back? Please?"

She seemed almost, to Mason, as if she were begging.

"She can stay." Mason agreed. He wanted her to trust him, and the start of that seemed to be letting Carrie stay.

Mason didn't know it, but by agreeing, he had saved Carrie's life.

With Tobi not there to protect her little sister, their father would have beaten the three-year old to death.

Since the ceremony had taken all day, Mason left Tobi in the room, to settle in, made a bed for Carrie, and gave Ethan instructions to make dinner for himself, Jessica, and Carrie, before grabbing the biscuit tin  and a glass of water, which he drained and refilled.

He offered Tobi a biscuit, and she wolfed it down, followed by a second and a third.

"How long has it been since you last ate?" he asked.

She didn't answer, but sipped from the water as Mason ate a biscuit, and set the tin on his table.

As Tobi finished the water, Mason took the glass and set it next to the tin.

While his back was turned, Tobi slid to the floor, as if she was going to sleep.

"Tobi?" She looked up. "You're not sleeping on the floor." Mason said.

She stood, but Mason saw her wince.

Mason watched, as she started to take off her shirt.

"Tobi? Stop." She looked down.

Did he not want her? Was he going to hit her? What had she done wrong? Would he send her and Carrie away?

Mason must have seen the hurt look flash across her face, because he started talking again, softly.

"Look at me. It's not that I don't want you, it's just that I want you to know that you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

She just nodded, and sat on the bed, next to Mason.

He slid his arm around her shoulders, and she looked up at him.

When their eyes met, she said "I want to."

He tilted his head down, and their lips met.

To Mason, this felt comletely right, so he kept kissing her.

He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance. She denied him.

Mason tangled his fingers in her hair, and begged her again.

She allowed his tongue into her mouth, and she clung to him, trying to get his shirt from him.

After letting her take it, Mason kissed her neck, and she let out a soft sigh.

As Mason pulled away, to pull off her shirt and pants, he saw bruises, and noticed her ankle was swollen.

"Who did this to you?" he whispered, touching each of the bruises softly.

"It's nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing."

She started shaking. "My father." she whispered.

"Shh. It's all right. I won't let it happen again." he stroked her face, until she had calmed.

He kissed her again, and used his fingers and mouth to give her all he could, without hurting her.

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