By Honor I Crumble

Chapter 9

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Aurora

For the rude motherfucker that he was, Nevio was surprisingly good at after care. He held me against his chest and hot water cascaded down on us as he smothered shampoo on my scalp. Apparently his fingers weren't just magical during sex.

"You were right, you know?" he said quietly.

"Of course I was. But about what?" I asked, confused with his admission.

"About Greta being my better half. I know I don't deserve her and yet I don't think I can ever let her go." He grabbed the hand shower and started gently washing away the shampoo. As the water relaxed my muscles, the only thing I could think of was how cold I'd been to him. Here he was, being separated from his twin, his sister whom he'd shared a womb and every waking moment with. And there I was, giving him shit for being unenthusiastic about it. Who the fuck was I to call him misogynistic? Just as he was about to squeeze some conditioner onto his palm, I brought his fingers to my lips and kissed his bruised knuckles. I don't think I had ever seen them truly healed.

"You aren't letting her go. You are just giving her some freedom to pursue her dreams because everyone deserves happiness, even if they are certified assholes like you" I said to him and pressed a kiss to his chest, right where his heart was. Then I kissed the scar on his shoulder blade, the one I had given him during our nerf gun fights as kids. And this neck and just as I was about to reach his mouth, there was something like awe in his eyes. His lips were warm as they met mine and they parted just enough to let my tongue in. It was a soft-lipped, sweet kiss, one that I never knew Nevio was capable of giving me. Just as I pulled away there was a strange look of determination in his face, as if he'd just figured out the answer to something. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the question.

He plunged his fingers into my hair, pressed his lips to mine again and just as I was about to melt into the kiss, he said it. "Come to L.A. with me."

"What?" was the only thing I could squeak out. Maybe I'd accidentally hit him in the head with his stupid camera because what the hell was wrong with him.

He pulled away and with that strange determination again he said, "I want you to move to L.A. with me. Live with me."

"Why on earth would I do that? Do you think dad would let me live with you of all people? Also I don't even like LA! And you know I am not about to leave right now. I just turned-in my med school applications." I was weirdly nervous, yet excited at the aspect of seeing him everyday. Waking up to his arms squishing my axolotl in a very Un-Nevio way. Not having to wait months just for a quickie. Him being there exactly when I needed him. I'd missed our banter, our stupid fights. I'd missed him. And yet, maybe I was nervous because I had applied to UCLA for med school and if I got accepted, this could be very real.

He chuckled at my frantic stream of questions, as if he'd anticipated them. I quickly hopped out of the shower and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. I definitely needed to put some distance between us because the possibilities of the next four years were giving me all sorts of feelings. If we ever started living together, he would never just be Nevio, Aurora's friend with benefits and that thought scared the fuck out of me. Because feelings meant issues, and issues meant teaching an 8 am class of General Chemistry to clueless freshmen because you got married and now have babies and had to drop out of med school for them. Perhaps I was exaggerating but I was seconds away from a freak out. Just as I was about to get dressed, I noticed the red light blinking from his camera on my nightstand.

It probably meant low battery, and yet curiosity had me snatching it up and examining it. It was recording. I pressed the stop button immediately and even though I knew I shouldn't, I looked at the camera roll. Mortification overwhelmed me. Maybe I was dreaming after all because there was no way in hell that Nevio and I had made a sex tape. In my rush to turn off the cursed video, it skipped to him fingering me. I looked like a sex crazed hussy and a random rush of wetness surged between my legs. It was in a twisted way, the most arousing thing I had ever seen. It took a lot for me to blush but seeing Nevio's mouth on my pussy had my cheeks and chest flushing with heat. "Entertaining" he murmured in my ear and I jumped. I almost dropped the camera. Maybe I should have. I was so engrossed in the video that I didn't even realize when he'd snuck up behind me.

"What the hell is this Falcone?" I screeched. There was a noticeable bulge between his legs, as if he was as turned on by the sight as me.

He calmly responded, "An honest mistake. I didn't know the camera was recording. Don't worry Scuderi, I'll make sure no one sees it." He chuckled at my scandalized face and I wanted to punch the hell out of him.

"You better make sure it's gone, Falcone, or I swear to god I will destroy you." And I meant it. There was never going to be anything that stood between me and my eventual dream residency. Even the hottest thing I had ever seen. "I mean it, Falcone. I never want to see it again." He just chuckled again and started a stream of kisses up my neck. He slid a hand up my thighs and shoved it under the towel. The sounds weren't loud in the camera, but with our silence, I could hear my moans from the video. He trailed feather light touches over my pussy and gathered up my wetness to finger me. "What the hell are you doing?" I could barely gasp out the words.

He held up his fingers so I could see them. They were glistening with my arousal. He smirked and went back to touching my pussy. "What did I tell you about lying Scuderi? You'd watch this all day if you could, wouldn't you?" he murmured in my ear. Just as I was close, he stopped and picked up his boxers and pants from his overnight bag and pulled them on. I was going to die from this, because the number of times I had been denied today felt like an excruciating build up. When he was dressed, he grabbed the camera from my hands and turned it off. His lips met mine in a soft intoxicating kiss. As if he was trying to drug me, to make sure he was the only one I ever thought of. "Nobody will ever see this, except for the two of us. And if they do, I will melt their eyeballs and pour the sludge down their eye sockets so that the memory of seeing you naked burns with them. Oh and you will come to L.A. with me Aurora." he said in a low voice and with a pointed look towards the camera, he simply left.

Just like that all traces of arousal left my body and were replaced by nausea. I wanted to bury my head in the ground like an ostrich. My throat closed up as I thought about anyone seeing the video, even if I knew he would never let his camera out of his sight, let alone show it to anyone. My breaths came in spurts and my vision was blurring. I pressed my head between my legs and tried to control my breathing. Even as my breathing returned to normal, the fear never left my mind. And then I saw them. His stupid fucking pack of cigarettes. I grabbed one and pushed it between my lips. With shaking, fumbling hands, I somehow managed to light it. Strangely enough, I didn't cough on my first drag. Or my second, third or fourth. As my nerves calmed and brought my mind back to a sane place, I opened a window to let the smoke out. I was afraid, so much so that I was about to give myself over to a nicotine addiction for a man. And yet, a minuscule part of me was excited at the aspect of living with Nevio. For being with him. Maybe even being called his?