Chapter Ten: Part Two
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'Of course she couldn't stay
away for long,' Slade thought with a hint of smugness, as Arella
curled up next to him and he wrapped an arm around her slender
waist.
"Mm," she said groggily, her breath hot against his ear.
"Done crying?" Slade asked in what barely passed for a concerned voice.
"I don't want to ever fight with you again," she replied, lacing a hand through his hair.
"Most don't."
"I know, Slade. But could you"-
"Arella, it's too early to talk about things like that."
"Oh, Slade. Were you up all night again?"
"No"-
"You were, weren't you? Poor man. I'm sorry," she murmured, stroking his arm and moving her leg down his.
"Yes, and it really took it out of me, Arella."
She breathed into his ear, on purpose this time, and he rolled over until he was facing Arella.
"Do you want anything?" She asked sleepily, her violet eyes still a bit clouded from sleep, "I could give you a massage, breakfast..."
"No, that's fine," he replied, marveling at how she always smelled faintly of her perfume.
"Good."
He leaned down to kiss her forehead, supposing that's what a woman would deem 'sweet.'
So to Slade's infinite surprise she pulled him down and met his lips with hers, with a small amount of agression. He couldn't help kissing her harder than she kissed him-HE had to be the dominating one. Soon Arella was kissing his cheek and had moved onto nipping his ear.
Slade didn't really know where Arella picked up what she said next, but he knew it involved the words "do me" and "now" so he was more than happy to oblige.
'Maybe I was wrong,' Slade mused, 'Maybe everything can be fixed with sex...'