Under request.. and since i am bored.. i shall write something.. yes..

SPOV.

I pick at the petals of that dark red rose, petals so soft they resemble velvet.. or was it that velvet so soft it resembled petals? I'm not even sure anymore.

He loves me... He loves me not...

Looking back upon the past week, I realised that I have been behaving like a nymphomaniac lately...Is there one night that we didn't?

I smiled at that thought, the man who would stare into the depths of my soul as I lay in post-coital bliss, the way he would pull me tighter to his body.

What had brought about this...frenzied passion? It must be the freshness of our relationship, the urge to... feel everything and lose oneself in the other person. I knew that feelings. It was like a fresh wound that rested upon my knee, raw and stinging badly.

I tipped my head to the side, seems like I was the only black thing in my gardens, apparently the constant sunlight of the italian hills are doing good for the new arrivals, and I thought the pine trees wouldn't survive the summer... hmm..

I picked at some more petals.

He loves me... He loves me not...

Well, come to think of it, moments outside of the confines of our bedroom have been... let's just say awkward. I can't look him straight in the eye without feeling my cheeks burn, and the image of the man with the perfectly sculpted ass, thrusting frantically into me would pop up at the most untimely situations, and once again I find myself trying to relentlessly achieve the same pleasure with my fingers, but to no avail..

How does he do it? I smiled, this sparrow has ventured close to my fingertips, pecking at my nails curiously.. I stay still, continueing my thoughts.

Maybe I am nothing more than a wife to him.. Maybe he felt the same way? But i know him.. yes i did, he.. he must be.. welll, i'm not quite sure. Do I know know him? Ahhh.. the bird.. it's closer.. yes.. hop closer darling... yes... and then...

I felt the warm mush of feathers and flesh and bone, crunching in my palm.

My stained hand held on tightly to the bird. Hmm... just to think that I once liked chasing those little things around..

I dipped my hand in the koi pond, letting the bird carcass sink to the bottom while the fresh stream from the fountain cleansed my fingers.

back to my rose.. yes...

He loves me... he loves me not... he-

" Next time," the deep sultry voice interrupted, placing a deep kiss over my hungry lips and sitting beside me, " Try to slowly... slowly... pressure the creature.." he continues, his smirk evident, his hands slowly caressing from my shoulder... and languidely, reaching down my arms to my hand. He raises my hand, covered in lace to his lips.

" It will hurt more." he states, smiling with his charming lips like one would mention something trivial. Death, so... convenient to administer now.

" I agree, mea lurantha, but why, my dearest, what has that rose ever doen to you and why are you destroying it?" he asked with genuine pain over his features. " Do you reject my signs of affection?"

I whimpered, resting my head against his neck. " No.. I was just bored.. and since you weren't paying attention to me, I decided to occupy myself-"

" by torturing the flower? it can't even feel pain!" he smiled sadly.

" So... let me get this straight. you're upset because i wasn't hurting it?" I giggled, ahh.. what a man!

" Well... I.. er... " he stuttered..." yea... actually yes.."

I moved myself into his arms and I sat on his lap.

" What are you busy with?" I asked, purring.

" You won't understand it dearest, and I won't bore you with the details anyways. Paperworks.. contracts... just some things I need to put in order before I can fully pay attention to you." He replied, shutting his lids tightly and pressing several kisses over my neck.

" Mmmm?" I sighed, retracting my legs onto his lap as well.

" Sulpicia.. Love.. it's not that i don't want to.. it's because you deserve my full attention at any given time, and since you require so much pampering and you are so high maintenance.. i can't exactly live up to that expectation all the time.. I.. i'm sorry... it makes me slightly uncomfortable to talk like this about feelings.. i Am a man after all.." he justified, stroking my hair slowly and moving me to lie above him on the swing.

We listened to the sound of the garden for a while, the soft bubbling waters, the birds and the sunlight on our faces. I pondered about his words as he listened to me ponder, he never let go of my hands. Occasionally he would cross a leg over mine to pull me closer and after a while he had one arm under my neck, another over my waist, and a leg which was slung over my thigh and to my knee. It was like he never grew up, like a child.. hugging his prized possession( namely a blanket.. for some reason.. but i never got the obsession with blankets and children anyways..)

Then it dawned upon me. He was... insecure. because He never grew up inside, no matter how strong he tried to look like he was, no matter how he tried to be ruthless and cruel. His need to control... I understood now.

I could feel him smile as he nibbled on my earlobe and emerald earring, sometimes sighing into my ear. I could feel him use his thumb to stroke my wrist.

" Please.." I whispered, turning to face him in his embrace. " Don't... ruin it for me.. it's perfect right now.. don't... leave.." I begged softly, feeling a tear drip from my face.

" Never-"

" Sir! Sorry to.. interrupt but we might have a serious problem here.." a guard ran in to alert us.

Aro turns to face my eyes." I'm so.. sorry love.." he utters, his eyes sorrowful.

" It's fine.." I could hardly conceal my hurt. " You.. go be busy now.. I'll be fine.." I reassured, hoping he'd catch the sublimal message of me wanting him around for just a tad it longer.

Pressing several kisses into my lips at once, he leaves hurriedly.

I meowed, my hand reaching for the flower.

He loves me.. he loves me not..

My internal dillema began once more.. I know he was genuinely busy.. but can't I have some selfish feelings too?

I sniffed, reaching into my pocket for my silk hankerchief while leaving the rose on my lap. One more petal.

In my pocket was the silk cloth.. and then my hands hit another object. Pulling out the metallic thing, I saw a note attached to it.

" Check our room." it said. I perked up immediately, grabbing my flower and rushing over to our quarters.

what was in there? gosh run faster!

As i slow down, I see our bed entirely covered in petals, a path of red petals leading from the door to our bed also in rose petals. the fragrance overwhelmed me as I blanked out for a second.

Walking steadily over to our bed, I jumped on it, reading a second note on my pillow.

" I picture my love naked and covered in rose petals when I return, also, the marble floor was unworthy of the touch of your feet." it said.

I smiled, my heart lifting slightly, and i picked up my rose stalk and picked off the last piece. It cascaded to join the other petals all around the bed.

He loves me.