A Poisoned Mind

Chapter ninety seven

Later that evening, you had just finished coming out from the bathroom, but just on the hallway, you could hear your mum talking to Aston, it must have been about the future as you heard the word 'kids' mentioned in the conversation. "Aston, I was talking to (Your name) earlier this afternoon, when you and (Your dad's name) were playing football, and (Your name) told me what happened when she mentioned kids to you... Do you not want kids?" Your mum asked him, but as you were hiding behind the wall, you couldn't see how he looked or what his reaction was, but there was a moment’s silence, before he said something. "I do, but... I get scared, you know... Having children is a BIG thing, especially with the limelight that I have... I just don't want anything to go wrong," he said quietly to your mum, but that made you smile "well, I understand, but when you flipped out on her, it made it seem to her that you don't want ANY child what so ever," your mum exclaimed, but just then you realized Aston may want to talk to you about how feel. So, how do you get across the hallway with it seeming that you haven't heard a single word of what they said? Being the clever girl, that you are, you casually walked across the hallway, as you made it seem you were checking out your top. Then you walked in to your bedroom, and did it seem you were listening on that conversation? Not one bit!

Aston's POV:

"I'll go talk to her about it," I said to (Your mum's name), as she nodded and smiled, because we had just seen (Your name) walking past, not even acknowledging we were there! "How long you two going to be?" (Your name)'s mum asked, just before I was about to walk away from her "about half an hour, maybe not even that!" I chuckled, as she smiled "be gentle with how you speak to her, you know what sets her off and what doesn't," (Your name)'s mum smiled at me, as I nodded and then walked off to (Your name)'s bedroom. 

"Hey," I said softly to (Your name), as I walked in to her bedroom, as she was sitting in the middle of her bed, nibbling on the tip of her right index finger and was looking through a photo album, although she just looked up at me "hey," she said softly back to me, as I was closing the door to her bedroom, but she had lost interest in me and went back to the photo album "what you got there?" I asked her as I walked down the side of her bed, and sat next to her and looked in to the photo book itself, and saw that it was pictures of her as: a baby, primary school child and a secondary school student. "You look so beautiful in all these pictures," I whispered to her, as she blushed "shut up, I look chubby," "no! You don't, you look gorgeous," I whispered to her as I kissed her cheek, making her blush. "Stop... You’re being too nice,” she said quietly, “isn’t that what a good boyfriend is meant to be?” I whispered to her as I nibbled the bottom of her ear “yeah, but you’re too cute... I don’t know how I deserve you!” She said quietly, but I pulled her head round to mine “because you accept me for who I am, and not what I am... And you are yourself all the time! You don’t change because of who I am, plus... You have been amazing to me, even though I haven’t treated you the way I should have from the start,” I said quietly to her, as she looked at me before placing her lips gently on to mine, before pulling away, which made a quick peck on the lips.

“Babe, I wanna ask you a question,” I said quietly to her, as later that night everyone was in bed, and I was spooning (Your name) “yeah,” she whispered back, as I knew she was tired, but I just couldn’t get to sleep! I had too many questions on my mind “remember that argument we had about kids? Did I make you think that I don’t want a child ever?” I whispered to her, as she sighed “yes,” she said quietly “I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to make you think that, I... It became scary for me, so I flipped... But would you have a child with me, in the future?” I asked her quietly, as she mumbled “yes,” to me. “Can I ask a few more questions?” I asked her quietly, as she rolled over and looked at me “sure, go ahead,” she smiled, but spoke softly, as my arm stayed around her waist “err... I really don’t wanna bring up bad memories between us, but I was thinking, remember that HUGE argument we had back at the studio, them so many months ago,” “yeah,” she said quietly “did you mean every word you said?” I asked her quietly “what? With saying I regretted everything with you?” She asked, as I nodded “at the heat of the moment... Yes, but now... I don’t, I regret saying it all, I was just really pissed off with you, for what you did,” “I didn’t mean it though... I mean, I just lost my head and needed some love, so I just went round doing it with all these girls, I wish I never done it, because when I got home that night, I realized what I had lost and I cried myself to sleep that night, knowing that I might not EVER get you back, and some lucky guy would come along and get you, and then I’d just die alone,” I said quietly, as she sighed “you wouldn’t have died alone... You would have been with Diana,” but that name made me frown “I hate that girl so much!” I said through gritted teeth “shh, shh... Calm down,” (Your name) whispered to me, as my soft and gentle grip on the bed sheet, became tough and fierce, but her stroking my arm never rested it “shh... Calm down... Don’t get so... Worked up,” she whispered as she kissed me gently between each sentence, instantly I calmed down again, my grip becoming soft again. “Better?” She whispered, as I nodded, but she kissed me a couple more times, to allow me to relax. “What else did you want to ask me?” She asked quietly “err... Do I ever make you feel good?” I asked her quietly “from what?” She asked “like... Do I make you feel good when we make love or just kissing you?” I asked her, but it looked like she was thinking about it “both... Mm why?” She asked the last bit seductively making me smile “because I wanna know if what I’m doing is right,” I said cutely as she bite her lip, before kissing me gently “you always make me feel good... I feel wanted, when I’m with you,” she said quietly, as she rolled on to her stomach and looked down at me lying on the side of her, but below her. “One last question,” I said to her as I sat up, but brought my lips closer to hers, making her bite her lip “mm, yeah,” she whispered seductively “can I give you a massage?” I asked like an excited boy, as she looked at me with an eyebrow raised “what?” “I thought you were gonna make love to me then,” she frowned “some other time... I personally don’t wanna make you scream my name, and have your parents listen to it,” I whispered to her “I see your point,” she giggled, as I climbed on to her, by sitting on her bum. “Comfy,” I said quietly to her, as I was sitting on her, which made her giggle.

(Your name)’s POV:

You felt his soft hands, pushing your PJ top up, that slipped up easily. As you lay there, you could see Aston’s eyes full of delight, at the sight of your naked back. “Be gentle Aston, my back does hurt a little,” you whispered to him “I’m always gentle with you,” he whispered just behind your ear, making you smile, as he kissed the back of your neck, making you close your eyes softly “just relax and enjoy it,” he whispered, before you felt his hands slowly massage your back, making you relax deeply in to a soft dream of Aston. His hands roamed your back, running from your waist, and moving section by section up to the back of your neck. Although, from your shoulders, his hands continued to massage, but stayed in that section of your back, although you didn’t mind, his massaging skills were to relaxing at that moment. Just as you were relaxing, you felt his fingers slip, so that his thumbs were massaging you, but his fingers were pressing in the sides of your boobs. “Mm, Ast... You know where your fingers are, right?” You asked him, but whispered “yeah,” he whispered “you’re being a little cheeky,” you giggled, as you felt him kiss the back of your neck “I know, but that’s what boyfriends are meant to be, or there would be no fun... Would there?” He whispered as you smiled, and bite your lip “good girl,” he whispered in to your ear “what for?” “For being a turn on, by biting your lip,” he whispered, before kissing the side of your head and continuing massaging you.