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“Aaron?”
“Yes, Sweetheart?”
I rolled towards him and blinked, looking to meet his eye,“Why Sweetheart?”
“Because you’re my heart.” he grinned a sickeningly sweet grin at me. If anyone else had said such a line to me, I would have blown it off as insincere. From Aaron, on the other hand, although I was slightly confused, I still loved it.
I craned my neck slightly to look up at him.
his eyes were laughing.
“What were you going to ask?”
“I just wanted to know if you were asleep.”
Aaron let out a deep breath against my neck, filling me once again with butterflies. I leaned against him, my head resting on his muscled chest. his lips gently touching the spot on my neck where it met my collarbone.
I suddenly decided I wasn’t tired. Abandoning sleep, I found a pen resting on a notebook on his bedside table. I grabbed it, inspecting the fine gold and black detailing.
“You draw?” I whispered in his ear.
Confusion shot across his features. He glanced at the notebook and pen.
“No. More like write.”
“What? Stories?”
“No.”
“Can I see?”
Aaron exhaled. I could tell by his indignation that he didn’t want to show me.Still he was willing to share this part of him with me, “if you really want—“
“No, Aaron, it’s fine. I don’t want to intrude. It’s yours.”
With this he peeled his head from my neck and met my eyes. The love in his was so bright and warm that I couldnt even dream of turning away. I felt as though I was locked in with him, stuck by glue or something much stronger.
He only smiled at me, “Sweetheart, you have a way of making me feel like a better man.”
I grinned. His head tipped down, lips pressing to mine. I felt my heart begin to pound, pulsing in turn with him. His kiss was hungry, wanting. I twisted my body so I was laying flat on top of him. My hands wound themselves in his golden blonde hair while his wrapped around my back, rubbing up and down before he sat up, pulling me with him into his lap so that I was straddling him. He only kissed me harder.
A second or an hour later I felt myself get flipped back onto his fluffy mattress. My head met his pillow. It smelled like gardenias and forests and vanilla.
It smelled like him
He continued to kiss me, barely breaking away for air. His hands clawed at my shirt, tugging at it, begging with his hands for it to be off. My own hands drifted down his back, stroking the individual muscles and his spine. When I got to the hem of his shirt, my fingers drifted under it. He sighed against my lips. His wanting pressing into me.
He sharply broke the kiss, as if remembering something.
“Love, we can’t do anything right now. I have to go to a meeting soon. I can’t— i’m sorry.”
“No Aaron, it’s fine. I don’t mind.”
he flipped off of me, laying beside me instead, still curled up close. I found myself playing with the pen that was on the bedside table. He watched me with his curious green eyes.
“May I see your arm?” I asked, smiling wickedly.
he raised an eyebrow, “alright, love. but only for a second. I really do need to leave soon.”
I uncapped it. I drew a thin star with beams that extended in every direction on the underside of his forearm.
When I finished I met his eyes, he smiled in approval.
“it’s beautiful Sweetheart. I didn’t know you could draw.”
“I learned a bit ago. Nazeera taught me a few things with some paper and a pen she found, but it felt pretty natural to me.”
“You should draw more. I can get you supplies later.” he told me, then gave me a soft kiss.
he sighed, reluctance tracing the lines of his face, and glanced at his watch. “I’ve got to go. i’m sorry my love.”
“It’s okay.” I called as he left the door.
A few hours later I found him, wandering the halls, Delaliu following close behind. He looked exquisite, as always. his black slacks fit perfectly and he had rolled up the arms of his white button down shirt. Still, I couldn’t help but notice a thin piece of white cloth was wrapped around his forearm, right where my drawing had been.
“Aaron? what happened to your arm?”
I grabbed it, just to make sure he wasn’t injured, but when he pulled it from my grasp I could tell it wasn’t from pain.
“It’s nothing, my love.”
I could feel my eyebrows knot together as a wave of something like sadness and suprise washed over me.
“Are you covering up the drawing I did? you know you can just wash it off.”
Suprise wove into his emerald green eyes. “what? why would I want to cover it?”
“So what’s this then.” I touched the white cloth.
He exhaled. “I wanted this to be a suprise, but I don’t want you getting the wrong idea.”
he carefully began to unwind the cloth, revealing my sketch, perfectly tattooed into his skin.
It looked practically identical to my drawing, the lines meeting in the same fashion as I had originally made them. the black was deeper though, and he had added simple leaves that wound themselves tightly around the star.
I gasped.
“When did you do this Aaron?”
I grabbed his arm again, staring at the handiwork of the tattooer.
He ran a hand through his already-mused golden hair. “After the meeting. I wanted to suprise you when it was healed. i’ve been wanting to get something that reminds me of you.” he shrugged.
I was completely shocked and overjoyed.
I stepped up on my tip-toes and pressed a kiss to his pink lips. He grinned into the kiss, his hands finding my waist. gripping it and kissing me with such force that I felt dizzy and steady all at once.