Kissed in the darkness

-Chapter 4-

I'll try to add some more relationshipy stuff as soon as I can love you all xx -Tay

Aria's POV-

When we leave I toss my burrito wrapper in the nearest trash can. Then we walk. Without knowing where we're going. We just walk in silence. I can't get my realisation out of my head. Can get the image of his lips out of my vision. I attempt to look to look at him but every time I do I'm mesmerised. This is crazy, I can't be thinking of Christian like this. It will get in the way of my job, and in my way of being independent.

A few weeks go by, where it's the same every day. We 'accidentally' bump into each other and decide to have breakfast together. And at lunch we now sit side by side. Then after class we always have a two hour chat in the chapels attic then go to dinner I pic up sushi, or a burger or something. Then while I eat he visits the feeders. Every time I watch him feed I still picture his lips on me and then mentally bash myself up for picturing that. We also have a few classes together.

Another week later, on Tuesday we are back in the attic. Our seats are now claimed, and we have dragged the other chair closer to the stained glass window. This is probably the best part of my day- and I hate that. I'm being distracted by Christian Ozera. But I can't help it. The candles blow out leaving a dim light from outside. I look at Christian for about the thousandth time today. His features look sharp and gorgeous I want to touch him, he flashes a grin,

"I've got it." He makes a movement with his index finger and the candles on one of the bookshelves relight. I forgot he specialises in the fire element. I clap

" bravo"

We smile at eachother, that wanting floods over me again. A moment passes in silence before I say

"Christian." He turns back to me

"Yeah?" I smile and lean forward towards him

"Oh nothing... I just love you name." He looks confused at my flirtation "why do you look so confused?"

"You're flirting with me." I reach out and trail my fingertips along his jaw and now his neck

"I know." He eyes my lingering hand touching his neck. Taking that hand in his he presses his lips lightly against it. I bite my bottom lip, the first taste of the sensation I've been craving for a month. He kneels down I front of me I run my other hand through his hair.

"Christian..." His hand runs up my thigh to my waist

"Aria." I love my name on his lips

Kissing my hand again I savour the feeling more.

"What's this?" He runs his finger over the scar on my wrist. He flips it over and examines my wrist in the dull light

"It's nothing... Just something I felt like I needed to do. The uhhh.... Physical pain eased the emotional." I touches each one

"Jesus Ari, how many times did you do this to yourself?"

"It was a good idea at the time." He shakes his head

"That's the most stupid idea I've ever heard!" He kisses each scar healing the pain a bit

"Christian...Kiss me."

"You don't need to ask me that." He raises up enough to cover my mouth with his, I sigh into his lips pleasurably. I want him closer, I twine my fingers in his hair pulling him towards me gently. His hands rest on the arm rests on either side of me, the kiss is filled with bottled up emotion. Love,passion and lust? My cravings are satisfied but it's still not enough. One of my hands slip down to his chest, my fingers clench the black fabric. His mouth opens, opening mine. I feel the intensity, through the kiss. I feel his feelings towards me, not just from the kiss I can feel it flooding out from him as if he's sending mr signals. That spreading warmth covers my heart again. I wonder if he feels it too. Everywhere we touch I feel fire, but with no pain- this time I am speaking figuratively.