Author's Notes:

This is Part IV of a OneShot series.

WARNING! This part contains some sexual content. Please read something else if you are otherwise sensitive or offended by such content. You have been WARNED!

The story takes on my spin as to what should've really happened in chapter 62! This lengthier version parallels Juliette's POV in Part I and fills in the gaps from Warner's POV.

Thanks to Supergirls2008 for your awesome and always appreciated input. I couldn't have completed this without you, especially the ending!

*Once you get a taste of Warner you just can't get enough!*

Enjoy!

~Sweetwaterspice

Golden Touch

Part IV

~Warner

"Aaron?"

"Hmmm…?" I answer lazily.

"Can I ask you a question?"

I open my eyes slowly. "Sure. What's on your mind, love?"

"Can we do that again?"

I smile and I look at her and she's smiling back at me in a way I had only ever dreamed she would. I feel like such an idiot because I'm grinning like one. I was afraid that in the moments after we made love she might've regretted it but I don't sense any doubt in her. I feel like I'm still spinning in a mindless stupor.

"Is that an open-ended invitation?" I ask.

"Open-ended as in…the next few minutes…yes," she whispers, brushing her lips against mine.

My heart jolts and I feel as if I'm ready to have an attack. She doesn't comprehend what she's doing…what she's done to me. I slip a hand into her hair, our eyes glued to each other. "You're so damn beautiful, Juliette." I'm lost again – she's reeled me in like a fish on a hook and I'm unable to get free. I don't want to get free.

We're kissing and it's deep and wanton, filled with desire. She's kissing me with abandon, holding on to me as if she were to let go, she'd disappear into thin air. She pulls me on top of her, her mouth glued to mine and our breaths are heavy and ragged. I moan and she responds alike. I pull her bottom lip with my teeth and she groans. Juliette's fingers are wrapped in my hair and she's whispering her lusty wishes in my ear. I'm shaking. I can hardly gather my thoughts before her mouth is on mine again. And there's no resistance left in my soul. I part her legs with my knees. I'm fully alive, she's wet and ready, her bottom squirming against me as I rub my head against her pussy.

"I want you, Aaron…I want you…I want you…"

I groan feeling her heated depth. She is too much, even for the likes of me. Such beauty, such sensuality, such strength, such innocence. Juliette is the perfect woman for me. She must see we belong together. I love her beyond my own comprehension and as she makes love to me, the world stops and I have no power left. I forget everything. I forget who I am, forget my name, forget that I have to leave this place. Can I ever leave without her?

"Aaron…Aaron…," she sings my name in the most sexual tone and my eyes can't tear away from her lips, watching as they form every syllable. I squeeze my eyes shut, grunt against my body as it threatens to climax from the mere utterance of my name on her lips. I withdraw for a moment willing the storm to calm. My mouth is on a breast, tugging her nipple. I do the same to the other as I bury myself into her missing the heat of her walls. "Oh...my, God," she moans as I move along inside of her, slowly and deliberate. I want her to remember this, every second of this. I want her to realize she belongs with me because together we are phenomenal. Her eyes are closed in reverie, her mouth parted and she looks so goddam sexy it triggers an inferno in me and I thrust harder. Those beautiful eyes open to look at me as she absorbs the power of my thrusts.

"Aaron, you're driving me crazy…" Her hands are gripping the pillow on either side of her head. I smile inside with pride but I lack the proper words, any words at this moment. All I know is that I want nothing more than to please her…to be everything she needs me to be.

I cover her body with mine, my rhythmic motions never ceasing as my speed increases. Our voices are a mixture of moans and groans and unintelligible words. We are running towards the edge hand in hand…and together we topple over and crash into a sea of ecstasy.

There are a thousand thoughts running through my head as I lay here next to Juliette naked in her bed. Restless thoughts as my finger draws figure 8's on her hip. Juliette's back is pressed against my chest and I close my eyes breathing the scent of her hair just for a mere moment, just to forget the reality of our world. When I open my eyes it comes flooding back. There is a war coming only hours away. I have to take her away from here. I know the devastation the Reestablishment can cause and if they find this place, my heart will be lost. Juliette has been led to believe that their meager group could win this war. I know they won't be able to. It's like picking a fight with the hometown bully and he has all the weapons.

"What're you thinking about?" she asks.

I'm silent for a second. But we can't spend any more time here. "I'm thinking…we have to go."

Juliette shifts. Turns to face me. "You're really thinking of leaving?" She props herself on her elbow.

"Not me…we." I emphasize the last word.

"I thought you might've changed your mind after…after last night. I thought…you wanted…"

"There's lots of things I want love, you in particular. But I don't want either of us to die and that's exactly what's going to happen tomorrow if we don't leave."

"It doesn't have to be that way, Aaron!" she sits up. Her back is turned to me. She turns to face me again. "You can join us. Fight with us. You told Castle you would." Her lovely body is covered by the bed sheet. I sit up and look into her bright eyes, placing a hand to the side of her head.

"I can't stay, love. Dying in a foolish battle is not a way I choose to leave this earth. Besides, I don't belong here. None of them want me here and how do you think they will react once they find out what happened with Kishimoto?"

"They won't kill you. Not if you stand with us. Not if you stand against your father and the Reestablishment."

I sigh and lean my forehead to rest against hers. "So hopeful," I smile and kiss her nose.

"Don't do that. Don't condescend me."

She's furious with me and turns aside, moving away. I feel her anger simmering inside. I scoot over, wrap my arms around her waist, plant a kiss on her neck and she shrugs me off. I chuckle.

"You're sore with me. Our first lover's quarrel and only two hours after the fact."

She gasps and she's about to let me have it when I quell her words with my mouth. She stiffens and then I feel her body melt.

Our lips separate and she's breathless. "You can't do that." Her voice is buttery.

"Do what?"

"Kiss me like that…and think all will be okay."

"You're the only one that matters to me in this world, love. I can't leave you behind."

"It's not up to you, Aaron. I've made a promise. My friends need me and I won't leave them when they're dependent on me."

"So what are you saying? That you're choosing them?" I ask confused now. "After what we've shared? I thought…" my brow knits.

"I don't regret what happened between us. But, I can't think of myself right now. I can't be selfish when there are so many lives at stake. Can't you see that?"

"No. I can't, Juliette," my voice is stern. "Because if you fight tomorrow there might not be a future for you…for us. My father will not let your rebellion destroy his life's work. If he didn't spare me, what makes you think he'll spare any of you?"

"So why go back?!" she responds furiously. "It doesn't make any sense! You want to take down your father…then fight with us, Aaron." Her tone is assured and strong. I admire her resolve but I know it's futile.

"I have my reasons for going back."

"What reasons?! Aren't I a reason for you to stay?"

I swallow hard and turn away, run a hand through my hair. I don't want to be apart from her, not for one second and the thought of it alone stabs at my heart. "It's complicated, Juliette."

"Then explain it to me," she pleads. She comes closer, slips a hand around my bicep, and kisses my shoulder. The way she softens me; it's pathetic.

I don't tell her the real reason. I can't. Not right now. Maybe if we have a future after tomorrow I will let her in. But I don't lie. I have another reason too and that's the one I choose to share. "I will take my father down. But, for me to do that…I have to go back to base. My father is a very tactical man. I know the way he operates. I know the way he thinks. If I want him dead, which I do, I need to do this my way."

"We want the same things, can't you see. You don't have to do this alone."

"I didn't think I had to. I thought I had you on my side."

"We are on the same side."

"No, love. You're on their side. On Castle's side. If you haven't noticed, we don't see things eye to eye."

"What're you talking about?"

"Castle dreams of some utopian society and he believes he can achieve this by some feeble attempt to bring down my father and the Reestablishment. Well, good luck."

"I don't understand."

"My father may be Supreme but he is only one of many moving parts that fuel the Reestablishment. If Castle thinks one war is going to bring about his paradise, he is sadly mistaken."

"We'll do whatever it takes to get the job done. One war, two wars, it doesn't matter. We can't give up before we've even started!"

I look at Juliette. There is an intensity brimming from her. She's determined, tenacious and passionate. It's absolutely attractive. I only offer a small smile. "I admire your confidence in your friends. But seriously, love, you don't know what my father is capable of. He will destroy your friends. He will destroy you and that will destroy me. I can't lose you, Juliette."

"You can't continue to think just about yourself, Aaron. There's too much at stake."

"I'm selfish, love. I don't think it should be a surprise to you. I haven't hidden that from you, have I? The only thing of value in this place to me is sitting right here with me."

She's silent. Perhaps trying to figure me out. "You're asking me to walk out on my friends? They need me. You can't be that selfish."

"But I am."

"You're unbelievable." Her anger swells. "You would allow all of those people…all of those innocent men, women and children to die? Would you?!"

I say nothing.

"Answer me, dammit!"

"It's a small sacrifice to pay," I reply, almost too honestly.

"Who are you? W-What are you?! That you can speak so coldly, as if life didn't matter? She takes a breath and continues, "You confuse me! I don't understand you! One moment you're so tender and loving and the next, so callous and unfeeling." She lets out an exasperated sigh. Shakes her head. "Why do I even care? Adam was right about you."

"He knows nothing about me!" I explode. The sound of his name off her lips in enough to make me erupt. "Kent has no idea who the hell I am! Neither does Kishimoto or Castle or any of your friends. I thought at least, you had a clue."

"How do you expect me to when you keep changing from a heartless dictator to the man I think you really are? I don't know what to make of you."

I don't want to talk about me any longer. The echo of Kent's name is still ringing in my head. "Do you love him?"

"What?"

"Kent. Do you love him?"

"That is none of your business."

"It's every bit my damn business. I deserve to know."

She looks away. I'm afraid of the answer but her silence speaks for her. "I see. So, is that the real reason why you won't come with me? You've made your choice?"

"I haven't chosen anyone. Your or Adam."

"So we're both in the running? Is that what you're trying to tell me? Because, hell…we've just slept together, love. And I didn't think you were having an issue but now you're telling me otherwise?"

"I…I don't know! I can't think straight right now."

"Tell me something, Juliette. Were the last couple of hours just some magnificent dream?" I speak softly, tracing the curve of her shoulder with my fingertips. "Would you rather be with him than enjoy all that we have? Because I think, love, you want what we have between us so much more."

"I don't even know what we have, Aaron. What this is," her hand gestures between us.

I scoff. It's unbelievable how cruel this world can be. My hands can touch her body but I cannot reach her heart. And Kent? I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the fact that he can't touch her skin and yet, he's been capable of touching the one place I can't. The world is laughing. Out loud.

That is not the answer I expected. "Then maybe you need to figure out what it is that you want, Juliette because I will not be made a fool of," I'm raising my voice, "and I will not allow you to toy with my feelings like this! It's a cruel joke, Juliette. Whatever game…"

"This is not a game!"

I swallow the knot in my throat. "Sure as hell looks like it to me." I can't bear for her to see the pain in my eyes. I run a hand across my face needing to process what's just happened. She had given herself to me, willingly and now her affections are trained on another? Was I just a pastime because she couldn't have with him what she had with me?

"So what was this?" I'm breathing hard. "Why did you give yourself to me? Was I just some passing fancy for you?!"

Her eyes widen at my words and she fumbles for an answer. "N-no! It's not...I'm sorry. Aaron...I want," she pauses, "I don't know...I don't know what I'm doing! I don't know what I want Aaron."

"So you led me on? You led me to think you had feelings for me." I accuse.

"Aaron, please. I...I didn't mean to hurt you but I...I can't make promises I don't know I can keep. I can't tell you there's a future for us when I don't know that! I wanted this tonight, yes! I admit that. But I can't promise you there will be a tomorrow for us. Or would you rather me lie to you?

And I think, Yes, I would.

The reality is too much to digest. Her admission is a dagger in my heart. I push the sheets aside. I need to get out of this place or else I will drown in my pain and lose what dignity I have left. I've made a mistake and now I'm paying the price. I search in the near darkness for my clothes.

"Where are you going?" Her tone sounds desperate.

"I told you, I'm leaving. I see now, there is nothing for me here," my voice shakes as I speak and it alarms me. My skin has been torn from my flesh. I'm exposed, skinned-alive and the pain is flooding my mind, my body. I'm floundering and I have to find a piece of myself while there is something left.

"I'm right here, Aaron." Her hand reaches for mine, taking hold of it she says, "Stay." I don't know why I hold on to her but her touch feels like a lifesaver. She pulls me towards her. My subconscious mind leads my body in response immediately, as I sit on the edge of her bed. "You're right," she says so softly my ears perk in interest. I want to hear more. Her naked body snuggles against my back and I'm so pathetically weak, I can't rip myself away from her right now even though she might kill me in the end. "I don't know what this is," her hands snake over my shoulders and down to my chest, "or where it is going," she whispers in my ear. "I don't know if I will die today." Her hands slide down my arms, to my hands, threading her fingers in mine and her lips are on my neck and suddenly I can't remember why I was so mad. Her desire is seeping into my pores. "I can't promise more than the next few hours. But I want you now, Aaron. Right now, right here." I roll my head as she kisses the back of my neck. "Can we just stay here? In this moment? Forget about the future, about war...about everyone else in the world."

I feel the tug of rationality tell me to leave but all I can think is, Yes, we can, love. If that is your wish. I can forget about war and my father; I can forget the whole damn world just to have you, love. You're all I want and all I will live for.

I close my eyes and think of nothing else but her whispered plea. I feel the feathered kisses of her mouth on my back. Her lips brush over my scars as if she's trying to take away my pain, remind me that I'm still human. "Juliette...please...I..."

"Shhhh..." she quiets my protest, turns my face with a gentle finger and her eyes speak to me. I'm mesmerized. "Come here." She's guides me back into her arms, into her bed and I'm like a lamb headed to the slaughter.

I have been relieved of my senses, overtaken by a mere glimmer of hope. She gently pushes me back unto her bed and I can't keep my hands to myself; they're on her hips and she straddles me. I'm a dead man. The warmth of her inner thighs press against my hips reminding me of the pleasure only she can give me. How the hell did I get here again?

She tilts my chin up with her index finger, leans over, her mouth centimeters away. Our noses touch. "It's just us, Aaron. Just us. You and me."

And the world is lost as she kisses me, gently at first, breaking down the last of my walls and then… with fire.

We are both very much alive and our passion swells, her bottom moves against my member. I begin to change positions, "No," she stops me, "I want you like this." My back is on the mattress and her lips are on my chest, then my abdomen. Her fingers ripple over the muscles of my abdomen as her mouth reaches its destination. My back arches as she takes me and I feel heady. Her mouth slides over my stiffness in perfect synchronized rhythmic motions and I surrender to her power over me. She has discovered a hidden switch that shuts down the worry, the doubt, the little voice in the recesses of my mind that tells me to run for my life. All I feel is her pleasure mounting as her lips glide over my slippery cock.

Her lips set my body ablaze with a kiss on each side of my inner thighs and I'm shaking at her assault. She's peppering kisses about my navel, up my torso, between my pecs and it's too much for me to take once she reaches the ridge of my collarbone sucking lightly. She gives a small yelp once I flip her over, her laugh is intoxicating but it soon fades as we stare at each other. I'm damned.

Even if it is the end of me, if she is offering me this one shot, I can't stop myself from taking it. I kiss her with all the passion I have left in my soul and she reciprocates. How could she not see we are meant to be? As our bodies meld into one I think of nothing else than this moment. She is mine and I want so much more. I feel greedy and desperate. I bury my face in her neck as our bodies are lost in euphoric pleasure. Her moans are delightful, her kisses even better. Her arms are wrapped around me, her hands caress my back and in this instant I am content because...Juliette is mine. She says my name over and over and I want to hear her say it a million times more. I want her to say it forever. Juliette is clinging to me, her arms under my arms, her hands anchored to my shoulders. "Aaaaron...Aaaaron..." her grips tightens and I know she's close. I kiss her and she moans, a guttural moan against my mouth. Her walls quiver and I feel the flood of her orgasm washing over me. It triggers the stirrings in my loins and I join her, my body thrusting into her depths. I stiffen as my release jettisons into her. I'm dizzy and breathless, sweat dampens my skin. Juliette's lips are actively on me kissing my jaw up to my ear and I allow her to because this is all I can have and like a pauper…I take it.

I've been standing next to her bed watching her as she sleeps. Fifteen minutes have gone by and I still stand here unable to move. Her face is serene, her lips soft…and I feel every breath she takes, inhaling it as my own. I reach out my fingers to touch her beautiful hair but retract my hand. I can't allow myself anymore of her. I must do what I dread and leave without my Juliette.

I am a man standing on a checkerboard…

There are no uncertainties in my world. That is what I remember. Juliette is my love but she doesn't feel the same and I can't survive another rejection. I have to remember that wanting and deserving are two very different things, and in the end, I have done nothing to deserve Juliette. I've avoided living among the gray shaded areas when I can clearly see what the outcome could be and I'm not going to wait around for another bullet from her gun. She will choose Kent and that will be a fate worse than death. A whisper in the back of my mind says, 'What if you're wrong?' I shake my head, clearing the thought. If she is meant to be mine we will find our way to each other again. I'm leaving my heart in this place, in her hands. Come for me, Juliette.

"I love you."

I hope she remembers…then I turn and leave.

Hope you guys enjoyed this story! This concludes this OneShot! Sad to see it end but now I can move on to other Warnette stories! So, what did you think? Please leave a review or comment. I would love to hear from all you.

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*Christa: I'm so glad you enjoyed this story and happier that I was able to satisfy your thirst for Warnette! I love Warner's POV's too so most of my future stories will be in his perspective. Thanks for reading!

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