"It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways."- Atticus
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I knew that there was no one else for this woman than me. With no apology to my brother, if I couldn't have her, then nobody would.
Athena brought out the ab...
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There were no fireworks. in this scenario. Perhaps maybe an unhealthy amount of ways to describe us in the form of metaphors. As if unsure about whether or not it was true, Aaron took a few seconds to respond to my kiss, then he did. His lips moved against mine, a question to my statement. I replied graciously.
I think that perhaps, in this story, this was the moment that I'd accepted the fact that Aaron was a fire and that I was meant to be consumed by him. That I accepted that whatever it was wasn't in my control anymore. It was strange because it had always been in my nature try and stop the natural flow of things. But going against the tide was going to drown me. I had no desire to drown anymore.
The song switched and a woman was now singing. Aaron and I became frantic in our kissing. I ran my hands through his hair, more liberal in my actions towards him than I'd ever been before, I wasn't being driven by anger but something else. The same pull I'd always felt towards him. It was strange, strange how this felt simultaneously like the best and the scariest thing I'd ever experienced.
Aaron's hands cupped my face gently and regained control of our kiss, his caresses were soft and touched my heart in ways I hadn't thought were possible before. I let him. He touched my hair, my neck, stopping to kiss my eyelids, my forehead, my jaw. I let out a content sigh and scooted closer to him and the heat he exhuded.
We kept on kissing lazily for a while, not caring about anything when he stopped. I opened my eyes and looked at Aaron's face quizzically.
"This is nice and all, but why do I feel like it shouldn't be happening?... like it's too good to be true or something..." His voice was like velvet against my ears, I could have purred.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged.
"Athena... You just punched me because you thought it was wrong for me to be in your bed. Then, don't get me wrong, I know it's tough to struggle and refrain from doing that every day, but you threw yourself at me," Aaron said with a playful smirk.
"Threw myself at you? Please just go and do a cartwheel into a hole, Aaron." I scoffed.
"Hmm, that wouldn't be too good now, would it?"
Still on a playful note, Aaron slid a hand down my back and squeezed my ass. My eyebrows shoot up and I gaped a bit at him. By now, the self satisfaction on his face was evident and he had a sickenly beautiful boyish grin to top it off. I fought the urge I hade to look away from him, avoid his eyes. Even when he was joking I felt like he had me figured out and I couldn't stand it.
Also feeling playful, I pressed myself even closer to him and snaked a hand down to squeeze his ass. His expression was nothing short of comical, eyebrows raised in surprise, and confusion apparent. Oh, so he thought he wouldn't be subjected to equal treatment? No, no, it was way too much fun to provoke him.
The look of surprise he had, however didn't stay for long and my own self satisfaction disappeared when I felt something hot, and hard pressing against my leg. Involuntarily, my eyes looked down but they shot right back up at Aaron's eyes. Was this serious? He bent his head and kissed the corner of my mouth, raising his hand to my lips and stroking them with his thumb.
