(A/N I'm sooo sorry for the people that read my stories, I got caught up in some other stuff and didn't really feel in a writing mood, again I'm so sorry. Anyways I hope you enjoy... sorry..)
As I laid there catching my breath, Aaron dismounted me and rose off the bed and started to get ready for the day we had planned ahead. I got up also and as I did, he shot me look and began to giggle a bit "You may want to pull up your boxers.. and change them", I looked down at myself and saw that I had been too caught up in the moment to notice my now flaccid cock hanging there over my briefs, with spots of cum dotting my pelvis. I stared back at him with an embarrassed look because of the state I was still so I pulled up my boxers and walked over to my dresser grabbing another pair and strutted off into the bathroom cleaning and changing myself into a more presentable image. I stepped out of the bathroom only to see an empty room so I presumed Aaron had gone to make breakfast and started to get changed myself.
As I into changed my creamed coloured, top tinged blue, sweater and charcoal hued skinny jeans I could smell what seemed like pancakes with a blueberry aroma and was amazed at the effort he was putting into just breakfast but the smell was soon covered by a musky odour followed by a loud smash. At the startling noise I rushed down out of the room and down the stairs, nearly slipping on the way and as I got to the frame of the kitchen door I stood and saw a rage infused Aaron with a half-broken plate in his hand which had an oozing cut.
It was clear he was unaware of my presence in his current state and I only knew one way to calm him down, so I walked gently behind him close enough so I could wrap my arms around his waist and stood up on my tiptoes so I could plant a kiss on his cheek then I leaned my head on his back hoping it would calm him down. At my actions, I could already hear his breath starting to steady and his pounding heart slow. "Aaron.. baby.. what happened?" I said mildly waiting for a response, and to a relief he replied "I... I.. burnt your breakfast"
I shuffled around so I was in front of him and glared up into his eyes "That doesn't matter right now.. let's go and take of your hand" I took his hand gently, taking the plate from his hand placing it on the table and sat him on one of the chairs and looked through the drawers for some bandages. Whilst searching for some I turned to him and said with concern "Why did you do that? It's only some pancakes"
He sat there applying pressure to his wound with a kitchen towel and uttered to me "I just got mad because well.. I wanted this day to be perfect for you, I wanted it to be a nice, calming day but I messed it up..."
His touching words had me stunned for a second, until I came to my senses when I felt his arms wrap around me and a whisper in my ear "I'm sorry", followed by a tickle on my cheek as he brushed his lips against me leaving me silent in response.A joyful tear ran formed in my eye as he expressed his caring emotions and I turned to face him once again to break the silence with "You don't have to be sorry because you didn't do anything wrong... it also doesn't matter because well.. I love you" and with that I placed my lips upon his.
The kiss ended when my thoughts swirling around about him in my head reminded me about the cut on his hand thus I parted it and moved with him back towards the chair and sitting him down with me kneeling by his side. "Let's take care of your hand before we do anything else" I said before continuing to apply the bandages to his cut.
"Lyric, I'm sorry.. again" I heard to my surprise.
Confused at Aarons words I simply spoke "What for?" and looked up into his eyes.
"For being such a burden.." I heard how disappointed Aaron was with hiself and was concerned. I knew why he believed such a fallacy but this made me realise how imperfect he thought he was, he was precious to me, and all his flaws were overlooked by my love for him.
I cupped his chin so ours eyes were locked and told him "Aaron.. just because you get angry time to time doesn't mean you're a burden, it just means there's more of you to love. You may think it's annoying for me but trust me, it isn't, I still love you, always have and nothing will ever change that. Also, you're cute when you're angry" I concluded with a slight smile on my face as I finished applying his bandages. He snickered and said whilst placing his hand upon my cheek, his thumb rubbing it "You know I hate it when you call me cute"
My own mind calmed as I knew he had finally relaxed but he spoke once again saying "Lyric, again, I'm sorry"
"Just stop apologising! Please, I accepted it ages ago, you don't have to be sorry ever again!" My words sincere but playful as I tried to relieve him of worrying further.
"I'm sor-" his words interrupted as I gave him a stern look and he grew silent so he instead pulled me forward onto his lap, laying his lips upon mine kissing me deeply before pulling away and leering into my eyes, saying to me with a smirk "I'm sorry" and I shook my head at him in a joking manner and leaned back to continue the kiss.
