Overstimulated

Yours

Since their trip to the supermarket, Aurora and Erik had been basically attached at the hip. Phone numbers were exchanged during a run-in at the front of the building the next morning. Since then, it felt like there wasn't a time they weren't talking to each other. Not that Aurora was complaining. Erik was wickedly witty and incredibly smart. It was easy to talk to him and Aurora found herself seeking his attention more and more. She felt safe around him and he seemed to genuinely like her company and her conversations. He sought her out more than she expected as well, texting her throughout the day and initiating plans, but she just chalked that up to their fast-growing friendship and close proximity to one another.

They made plans to watch one of Erik's favorite animes, One Punch Man, Thursday night after he finished his day. She agreed but only after she made him promise to watch Death Note with her after.

"I looked that shit up and it has a trippy ass premise. A notebook where you can kill anyone whose face you know if you write their name and cause of death? No one should have that power." He paused, picking up his sandwich before looking up at her, face serious. "Or maybe someone should. Fuck wait, let me get that shit. I'll kill Trump's stupid ass and do us all the favor." Erik said, biting into his turkey club aggressively. Aurora had finally managed to bring him to Joe's on Wednesday with the promise of buying him lunch. Of course, he didn't actually let her pay for the lunch but, whatever.

She groaned, picking up her pickle and dipping in the mayo on the side of her plate.

"Agreed but please take out Mike Pence and Paul Ryan's ass with him. While Trump may be a toddler with his hand on a trigger, those mothafuckas have actual shitty, world-ending agendas and need to be stopped before they ruin any more lives and break up any more families with deportation and school funding cuts. And don't even talk to me about the rise in police brutality, white supremacy and nazism since he entered office," Aurora seethed, face twisted with disgust and voice laced with ire. She bit into her pickle and picked up her drink wondering if she should have kept the conversation light.

Erik stared at her, chewing thoughtfully, a small look of awe on his beautiful face.

" I love you," he said, deadpanned.

She spat out her ginger ale.

She passed the rest of Wednesday night writing and contemplating Erik. They talked a lot but never really much about themselves, mostly interests and likes and dislikes. She felt like she knew him without actually knowing anything substantial about him. He didn't talk much about his personal or professional life and she wasn't exactly forthcoming about herself either but she still felt like she had known him for lifetimes. He just got her; knowing what she was thinking with just a look, almost finishing her sentences, noticing small nuances in her behavior other people would have never picked up on. Their easy conversations and shared laughs made Aurora feel like she had been connected with him for years and not literal days.

Did she need to know more about him? Did she want him to know more about her? Her life was a complicated string of misfortunes and sadness that she jumbled up into a messy ball and locked tightly into the recesses of her mind. She wasn't sure could endure rehashing her pain, even through stories.

No, she was fine with where they were now.

She sent over the next batch of poems to Jade and decided to do her hair and call it a night.

Aurora woke up early Thursday morning after sleeping like shit the night before. Jitters had kept her up for most of the night as she ran through a thousand scenarios that could happen when Erik arrived at her apartment. A large part of her knew that it was very possible Erik only wanted one thing from her and that he could act on those desires tonight. This knowledge didn't scare her, in fact, she expected as much. Erik, while charismatic and funny, oozed a dark, sensual, and slightly volatile energy. He could melt your panties off with a lift of his lips and a brush of his fingers or snatch out your soul with a flick of his eyes. Everywhere they went women, and most of the men gravitated towards him. Eyes tracking his every move and ready to dote on any request; but his attention never wavered from her and that was what really scared the fuck out her.