It's been turbulent. but hell no i'm not gonna just stand here and let it pass for no darn reason.
He pranced into the room with a small glass jar.
He smiles.
" Come here pici!" he patts his lap. I ran over and draped myself over him." What's that?" I asked.
" See? Bullfrog. Pixie frogs.. they call it. Ahh. the irony. they are a little big for pixies, don't you think?" Aro continues, unscrewing the lid of the jar and putting his hand in to scoop out the enormous... lump.
Its throat became a translucent pouch of skin as it croaked. I jumped at the sound.
" Woah... what's it eat?" I asked.
" ANYTHING!" he laughs. " Insects... small birds... small rats... even it's own kind!"
" It's own kind? like... canniballism?" I gasped.
" Yes, of course, see. I found this old chap earlier at the spanish ambassador's house. Little monster has been killing all his songbirds so i offered to take it home as a gift for you." Aro explains, sliding his hands across my back soothingly. " do you like it?"
" Is it.. a he or she?" I asked again, flipping the frog over while it is still on aro's palm.
" It's a she." aro states, his hand still on my back. I liked his attention.
I tilted my head and lifts the lumpy creature onto my hand, poking at its skin.
her eyes never looked as if they were open, like it was forever giving off the " fuck off" vibe.
I smiled. Wickedly.
" May I... hmm." I smiled.
" May you what?" Aro asked. I reached over his lap, letting my breasts slid over his thighs, and reached for the knife.
I made aro hold the creature open, belly side facing me.
Then..
I took the knife.. and slid it over the frog's belly slowly. Blood oozed out from my incision. I smiled.
" Love! What are you doing? this knife isn't sharp enough! here." he says in feign shock, giving me a sharper, surgical... what'sthatagain? scapel. right. carlisle calls it a scapel.
I took the steel blade over. It was indeed easier to weild.
"Ahhh.. better?" He asked, holding the strugging frog open for me.
I nodded, concentration. The blood had gotten all over his pants and sleeves, and all over our hands. I stuck it in my mouth and cringed badly. It tasted sour, like.. sour candy.
" How does carlisle do it?" I asked, trying to remove the taste by coughing and licking other things.
" I will never understand that bloke. Such a rare...gem. yet. so.. strange. perhaps it's why i find him fascinating!" he replies, guiding my scapel to cut out the central nerves first, feeling the creature jump and spasm.
" You find everything fascinating, aro." I stated blankly with a teasing tone.
" yes. well. that's a quirk, i suppose."
" what... being terminally insane and high?" I asked, tossing the dead frog onto the ground.
Aro glides to the bathroom to grab a wet towel to clean our bloody hands and returns a few seconds later, scooping me onto the bed.
" Do you dislike my enthusiasm, my love?" He asked.
" No.. i just... well. do you like my constant lust?" I challenged.
He flips himself atop of my body, i felt his velvety vest brush across my stomach.
"I love it." he smirks his signature smirk.
" Soo...?" I suggested, placing my lips over his.
He chuckles darkly, pushing me back onto the bed.
oh lord save this couple. IS THAT ALL THEY DO?
A: yep!
me: right. okay.
:)
ahahahahahaahahaa chapter two has.. more... action. i promised my reviewer to write more of 5 year old sulpicia.. working on it! :)i promise! i'm trying to think up ideas!