Aria's POV
He finished speaking and I had tears in my eyes.
I sniffled softly and he quickly looked down at me, maneuvering to where I was now in front of him.
"Don't cry, love..." he tsk'd softly, "don't cry for a sinner like me..."
He wiped my tears as they fell but I shut my eyes and shook my head, grabbing his wrists. I pulled them away from my face and then threw myself onto him, hugging him.
"No, I will cry! That's terrible...I'm so sorry that you had to go through that, Alastor..." I said, my voice trembling.
How awful that must have been...
Tearing away his flesh...then to be shot in the head.
I shivered and hugged him tighter. He was stiff for a moment before he hugged me back.
His fingers ran down my spine, then back up.
"Dear, I didn't get anything that I didn't deserve," he chuckled, "you must remember I was not a good man, peu d'amour..."
"Even if that's true, it's still an awful way to go..." I whimpered into his neck, burying my face there.
I pulled back after a moment and looked up at him. He was smiling softly down at me, a saddened look in his eyes.
Why do I feel so terrible for him...why does it pain me so much that he died like that.
And poor Rosaline...
I shook my head, bringing my hands up to his face and gently cupping his cheeks.
I pulled him down slightly, lifting myself onto my knees as well to meet him halfway. Our lips connected and he made a surprised noise.
I kissed him quickly, and pulled away barely.
"Dear-"
I cut him off with another short kiss. Then another, and another. I kissed his lips, and then his face and nose.
I pushed his hair back and for the first time I noticed the small scar there in the shape of an X.
I lowered my eyebrows angrily and placed a kiss on that as well.
"Dear, what are you doing..." he chuckled softly and I pulled away to see his face. His hair was slightly messed up and one of his ears was flipped to the side.
I giggled, and reached up to smooth his hair back.
"I'm giving you kisses...whenever I felt sad, my mom always gave me kisses...and it helped me feel better again," I said softly, and his features softened.
"Darling, I never said I was sad," he said, slightly amused.
I wrapped my fingers around his, squeezing his hand softly, "you didn't have to..." I answered gently.
I squeezed his hand again, "and that's what friends are for! We look out for each other!" I exclaimed, smiling bigger.
Using the word friend to describe what we have is strange, to say the least. I'm not sure what else to call him, though. So, as far as I'm concerned, he is my friend.
A very...very close friend.
He leaned forward then, backing me up slightly as he crawled over me. His eyes gained a devilish look, and my heart started beating faster.
I smiled up at him, my cheeks beginning to burn.
"You're right, sweetheart...that's what friends are for. So, since you're the one who openly expressed your sadness, I suppose I should kiss you better as well?" He said, and my cheeks flushed.
"I-" I was cut off when his lips met mine, and immediately my eyes shut, my hands coming up to meet his face and hold him closer.
He pulled away quickly and pressed his lips against mine again. Then again. He copied what I did, peppering my face with kisses, and then he pushed my bangs back, looking at my forehead.
"You have a little scar as well, hm?" He said and I just remembered that I actually do.
"Oh yea, I fell down the stairs when I was 4," I chuckled and he choked on a laugh, bringing one hand to his mouth.
I giggled and then blushed when he pressed a gentle kiss against my forehead onto the scar.
"Well, differences in how we received them aside, I think our matching scars deserve the same love," he hummed.
He pulled back to look at my eyes, his were glowing a soft red color. He had a gentle smile on his face and glanced at my lips.
His eyes lingered for a moment before he sighed, and then started moving to get off of me.
Uh, absolutely not?
I grabbed him by the shirt collar, pulling him back towards me. He nearly fell on top of me but caught himself, landing about and inch from my face.
"Dear?!" He let out confusedly and I ignored him. I gently pressed my lips against his, slowly releasing his shirt.
I can't get enough of these kisses.
He immediately kissed back, and it was nice being beneath him again while we did this, and even nicer that it was on a bed instead of a blanket.
He situated himself to be more comfortable, and I wrapped my legs around his waist for lack of better things to do with them.
He pulled back, his breaths coming heavy as he glanced down at the closed space between us.
"Aria..." he said breathlessly, and I hushed him.
"It's alright, it's nothing like that, I just didn't have anywhere else to put them..." I replied, my tone matching his.
He quickly looked back up into my eyes, and then dove back onto my lips. I moaned softly and he growled. He kissed me sweetly, he was patient.
He moved when I moved, and did what I did. He never once got needy, his hands stayed at either side of my head, holding him up.
My hands were resting on his back, and I clutched his shirt in my fists. I let them trail down to the hem of his shirt, and slipped under it.
His skin felt warm, and I trailed my nails up his back gently, then back down. His entire body shuddered and he actually moaned.
He pulled away from me briefly, and we made eye contact. I had a cheeky smile on my face, and his cheeks were flushed.
"Pretend that didn't happen..." he mumbled, then lowered back down, connecting our lips again. I continued running my nails across his back, and then I let my hands wonder around to the front of his body.
He didn't stop me, or pull away, so I kept feeling around. I trailed my fingers over his muscles and then up his chest.
He purred slightly and finally he moved one of his hands. It went to my waist, gently holding me in place.
His claws pressed into my skin through my shirt and reminded me of what he is once more.
Of the danger I'm in right this moment. He could easily decide to have me as a snack, and there's nothing I could do about it.
But he's right...I trust him far too easily.
His tongue flicked across my bottom lip and excitement shot through my chest. My legs tightened around him and I opened my mouth invitingly.
Yes, please.
His long tongue snaked into my mouth, and I let him explore.
I returned his action, fighting him a moment for dominance. He rejected me, shoving his tongue further into my mouth, but I produced a little whimper and he relented.
His unnaturally long tongue retreated and I took my turn. Mine was far less invasive, and he was still fighting me slightly.
I started getting carried away, my body feeling hot. Our pelvises were pressed together and it wasn't difficult to distinguish I'm not the only one who's excited.
It took all the willpower I had not to grind against him. There's no way he'd be comfortable with that, he's only kissing me to make me feel better, after all.
My hands travelled from his chest, back out onto the outside of his shirt and then up into his hair.
I ran my fingers through it gently, just enjoying how his lips moved against mine. The ache in my legs was getting hard to ignore, and my heart was beating rapidly.
My fingers mindlessly explored, and eventually I found his ears. I began rubbing them and he groaned deeply.
"Darling..." he mumbled against my mouth, his tone more of a warning. I giggled softly and removed my hands.
"Sorry..." I whispered back and he smiled before connecting our lips again.
I sighed softly, a happy feeling sitting in my chest.
I suppose this is one way to spend our morning.