boundaries [s.m]

chapter eighteen

i'll show you, how we're supposed to meet, at orion's belt - Sabrina Claudio, Orion's Belt
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after shawn had announced arias age, he completely locked his phone away from him, along with arias. the two of them sat in the hotel room, laying around, enjoying the time they have together, since aria will be back at school in the next three days, and shawn will be back to work.

"you think we should check our phones?" aria asks nervously, running her hands through shawns hair, as he lies, his head on her lap.

"leave it for another couple days," he mumbles, sitting up. "i'm gonna order a beer, do you want anything?"

"can we get some champagne instead?"

"champagne? at this time?" he chuckles, making aria shrug. "alright, let me order two glasses."

"love you," she grins, falling back onto the bed, stretching out over the white sheets.

"hi yes, can i have two flutes of dom perignon, please?" shawn asks over the room service line. "yes please, yes, room 527, thank you so much, have a good day," shawn comes back to the bed, lying back down next to aria, spooning her smaller body. "we have to go out at 7."

"what are we eating?"

"i think korean barbecue," shawn hums, as aria settles next to him, tracing the swallow bird on the back of his hand, making shivers run up his back.

"i want a tattoo," she says randomly, making shawn smile.

"yeah? i'll hook you up with my tattoo artist," he says softly. "i'll get you one for your 18th."

"really?" she asks hopefully, as shawn nods. "i want a glyphs."

"what's that?"

"it's a tiny triangle, with a line through it, and it's a greek elemental symbol, which kind of says to explore, so throughout life you can't really ever stop exploring," she says softly, as shawn looks at the intellect in awe. "i've been thinking about it for a while now, and that's what i want."

"i'll get you that, then," he says, kissing the temple of her head gently.

the knock at their door snaps both of them out of their phase of contentment, making the two of them sigh simultaneously, before shawn gets up to answer the door, bringing the champagne in, and tipping the worker with a ten dollar bill.

"champagne, for the lady," shawn says, handing aria the flute of champagne, as she thanks him, smiling gently.

"let's go to france," aria says randomly, sitting up, and taking a sip of her champagne.

"france?"

"france," she confirms. "let's go to the french riviera in summer, and wine and dine on french delicacies, indulge in the sun culture, get tanned, speak and develop our french, come on shawn, let's do it."

"when do you wanna go?"

"can we go for your birthday?" she asks, as he ponders for a few moments.

"i don't see why we can't," he shrugs, finishing his champagne in a shot. "let's do it. let's go to france. let's go."

"okay, let's go," aria says, finishing off her champagne with a grin. "so, how long do we have till dinner?"

"twenty minutes," shawn answers, looking at his watch. "why?"

"perfect time for a quickie," she smirks, straddling his waist, and pushing him down onto the bed, before planting her lips onto his, kissing him with force.

shawn smiled under her lips, and pulled her closer, never wanting this moment to end. he was in love.
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"aria," his words are like pure sugar in her ears, she literally melts when he utters her name, her emotions completely overtaking her, making her feel so, truly, overwhelmed by her infatuation with shawn. "come on, let me drive you somewhere."