In rememberance of steve jobs... dear mr jobs, iSalute you ;)
Sulpicia POV
Recently, my curious husband had purchased an iPhone 4 in white. Now, i have no idea what posessed him to do that.. but we soon realise that.. our skin was too cold for it to register.
" Love.." I inquired as he continues poking the screen with his index finger.
" Love.. use you thumb dear!" I giggled, seeing his plight. " Yea, i knew that," he said, embarassed. " It's still not working..." he drones, frustrated.
I recieved the iPhone from him and cracked open the back cover before adjusting the hardware with my sharp fingernails from heat censoring to heat-deprived censoring. Putting back the cover, I handed to iPhone to Aro.
" Ah.. much better!" he says, navigating through the apps. I sigh before leaving him to his exploring.
I already had his contacts stored in my black iPhone, and yes, i am literally the most technologically advanced volturi around, apart from the youngin's , namely jane, alec, heidi, felix, and corin.
Walking to my room, an idea struck my head. I smiled and removed my dress.
This was going to be sooo fun.
Aro POV
The message notification rang, sliding my device open, a very... scantily clad picture of my wife appears onto my screen. My trousers tighten immediately. This was followed by another message from my lovely wife, saying " i can't choose between black or red.. help? :p" I smile, replying her text.
Show me a picture of the red one then we'll talk :)
My phone beeps again moments later.
This time, her legs were wide open, with her wearing a lacy pair of boyshorts, a corset and a balconette brassiere.
You realise the distance between us is shorter than the distance between you, the satellite recieving the message, and me right?
I smiled at her text. Slipping the phone back into my trouser pocket, i quickly wrapped myself back up and proceeded to follow her scent around to our private bathroom.