Sulpicia POV

My shoes clicked along the marble floors of my tower. As i walk through the corridors, I admire the statues of me that don the sidewalks. Aro carved them for me. I smiled at the thought of Aro secretly being romantic. The arced walkways led down to many rooms. to my right was my art studio, then my music room, then my dance studio, then my art gallery, and finally my suite. I was five when Aro found me, wandering around the streets of rome.

My first memory of him was when i was pushed down by several other children. Aro held his pale, cold hand out to me, his warm smile drew me in, and his strange red eyes had a sparkle of curiosity in them. " Are you hurt?" was the first thing he said. I shook my head and smiled up at him. " What an Angel," he said to the other man with blond hair. The blond man rolled his eyes and walked away.

Since then, Aro has taken me under his wing. My parents had died in the great fire of rome, under the rule of Nero, the mad, or so they called him. Since day one i was in volterra, Aro let me sleep in his room, and he would play music for me in the evening. He though education important for a young girl, so he taught me the arts, music, drama, literature, philosophy and politics. Marcus and Didyme were like my foster parents, to me, they were just mama and papa. I knew they were not related to me, but Marcus and Didyme loved me so. Marcus taught me the more textbook based education of languages, Math and sciences. Caius was like my big brother, sometimes caring, sometimes a pain in the arse. I could see that behind his mask of anguish and discern, he was capable of showing love, especially to his "Athena". Athenadora taught me dance and educated me in many issues regarding my life as a lady.

It wasn't until i was fifteen did Aro find that i had leukemia. His plan was for me to wait till i was older, closer to his human age, before he would change me. But the circumstances were dire and he soon had no choice. I remember how he made Alec numb me down, and then i awoke to the brilliance of his face looking over me in concern. It was only until Eleazar came along did i discover my talent. He called it "adaptations." which means if i touch a person with talen, say jane, i will acquire her talent of causing pain, and create a counter talent, which means i would be immune to her.

Aro used to say that if the guards were museum pieces, i would be the main attraction. Therefore, with that knowledge, he made more cautionary descisions to have Corin( who makes people content) and Afton follow me around. Often they would walk a few yards behind me, but i knew neither of them wanted to be around me.

So that was my past.

I have noticed more and more of Jane's nonsense with my husband. How she would blink furiously around him, and twirl, and pretend to be innocent when all she wanted to do was to tear me to shreds and claim Aro as her own. Obviously Aro wouldn't allow that. whenever the elders were in the throne room, I would float pass them, drape myself over aro's lap and Aro would only pay attention to me. Often, when Jane was around, Aro would use my pet name, her jelousy made me happy. Yes, what a sadist i am, taking joy in her misery. I mostly blame caius for this mindset.

Anyways, back to why i am rushing back to my room. Firstly, I was upset that my paintings weren't perfect enough. How that angle just wasn't right. I wanted so badly to prove to Aro that his artistic and liberal education would be of benefit to me, and obviously i was failing at it. As I ran, bitterness welled up in my throat. I had managed to evade my guards for the time being.

" Pici, PICI! WAIT!" I could hear Aro running after me.

" Pici, please, I beg of you, Please, tell me what you want, tell me what you need. Tell me, and i'll make it happen, no matter what it is that you want!" Aro begged after me.

" Leave me alone!" I cried. I was disgusted and angry at myself, and none of that matters.

I threw myself into my canopy bed, and huddled under the warm white and gold duvet. I could hear Aro's footsteps slow down as he say i decided to settle in a constant spot. Then there was silence.

"Pici... sulpicia, darling," Aro sat on the bed beside me and drew the curtains of the canopy. It was just me and him now, our world.

I continued to sob under the sheets. " Pici.. hush my love.. " he said soothingly as he rubbed his hand on my shaking shoulder.

" It's not good enough Aro, It's not good enough!" I yelled, and proceeded to throw my tantrum. " Pici, your perfect, you're absolutely perfect, it's just a painting, love you could always white wash it and maybe try draw something else, right? "I was too lucky, Aro was such a patient person with me.

" well, perfect isn't good enough for me, not anymore." I replied, this time less shaky from my hissyfit.

" It's me isn't it? I'm too much of a perfectionist. It's my fault you're forced to think this way. You don't see how beautiful you are, you are a work of art, your painting are a work of art. Remember that man who bid half a bar for the oil painting that time?" Aro, obviously, resorted to blaming himself.

I sat up slowly and Aro pulled me into his chest. His warm, familiar chest, smelt so sweet, and calming to me. " I'm sorry Aro, i guess i've been acting out lately."

" No, no, my pet. Anything, everything you do is justified. Anything." He replied, his earnest eyes gave me his full attention.

I pouted. Aro smiled and caressed the side of my lip with his thumb. " You'd be able to hand a pound of meat on that adorable pout sully." I broke into a smile." That's the smile i wanted to see," he continued as his kissed down my neck and guided me to lie upon his arm.

" Aro, i want your shirt. "I demanded like a spoilt heiress. Aro complied, he pulled his white cotton shirt from his body and handed it over to me, then i sniffed it obsessively, earning a chuckle from him. I traced his perfectly sculpted chest with my fingers finally dig one finger over the place that was his heart." This is mine, get it clear, Mine and mine only."

" Yours and yours only pici, forever."

His warm hands engulfed my shoulders as a wave of warmth coursed through my upperbody. " It would only be fair that you loose your shirt as well my love" Aro slid my top off slowly and undid the lace of my corset. My bare chest was revealed to him. His hand touches mine for the briefest moment before his eyebrows contort into a pitiful frown. " Pici, your perfect, you're not flat at all, honestly. Besides, the purpose of having mammary glands is to nurse children, something we don't have, or wish to have for that matter." My eyes met his again, comforted by his left hand soon found my nipple and was tugging and stroking it. I whimpered and moaned slightly and burried my face into his jugular. " I'm yours Aro, only yours."

His egoistical and confidently smug smile was seen from his curved lips." I know Pici, and it's going to stay that way."

" I love it when you're protective of me, it makes me feel attractive." I admitted shyly in thought to him. He seems to acknowledge my statement, but he decided against pursuing this matter further.

His soft, silky hands trailed down to my stomach and finally to the apex of my legs, where he started playing with my clit, occasionally dipping into my warm, already wet pussy to lubricate me.

" Wider, love." He whispered as his hands tried to pry open my thighs slightly.

I decided to return the favor as my hand found the drawstring of his pants and slid in to grab his manhood before pulling it out and tugging on it firmly. He seems to have not predicted this as i earned a low moan from him, the purr that rumbled through his chest and made me even more aroused.

that's part one, i dunno how many of you are into aro/sulpicia fics so i'm going to stop here. seriously there are tooo little aro/sully fics around here!

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