Because i was inspired by someone who saidthey wanted more aro/pici.
I felt lips on my neck.
Exhale.
Inhale.
His warm breathe.
"you seem attentive.." He whispered sarcastically.
" Yea, as if you can continue listening to that idiot talk about his freaking persian carpets" I replied.
" You think the council is talking about persian carpets?"
Aro replied, bemused.
" No, I'm saying that I'd like to do many things to you on a persian carpet."
"Oh, but love, we don't need a carpet." He smirked.
" True."
Our hands interlaced.
" Can you hear my thoughts?" I asked internally, looking at Aro.
He nodded, smiling.
I projected an image of me writhing below him, screaming, chanting his name,, my fingers curling into his skin. His hold on me tightened.
" You just.. don't want me to sit through a meeting in peace do you"
I giggled.
" Darling, control the trousers. You look like you're gonna explode." I said again inside.
He rolled his eyes at me. " You don't say, huh?"
I giggled, pushing my lips onto his jugular. To my surprise, He grabs hold of my face and directs my lips onto his, in front of everyone.
A gasp escapes our surroundings.
Shocked, I pushed Aro away.
" I'm sorry, Vladimir, I understand that your meeting here is to remind us of our alliances, and that has got nothing to do with gossiping about human governance. Can I leave now? I'm bored." Aro says boldly, like a child.
A few other coven leaders murmured in agreement, some even laughing or hiding a smile.
Vladimir looked shocked, his mouth hung open, half done with his sentence.
Aro smiles" Just what I thought. well, ciao!" He grabs my hand and leaves the room.
I saw Nicolette, the romanian's wife flash me a wink and thumbs up.
She was nice. I like Nicolette.
" From what I know, Nicolette sees you as the elder sister she never had. You know love?