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This one is shorter than I'd planned because I had to split the chapter in two. It was heading towards 9000 words so I figured it would be better to give it to you in two installments. Plus, this way you don't have to wait for ages for an update. So this means that there will be ONE more chapter before the hiatus.

My exams are really starting to stress me out so I'm sorry if this isn't up to scratch!

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"My heart stops when you look at me,
Just one touch now, baby,
I believe this is real,
So, take a chance and don't ever look back."


EZRA'S POV:

"Aria! Have you seen my tie?" I called from our bedroom. The room, which had been immaculate before her arrival was now littered with her make-up, jewelry and various items of clothing, making it hard to find anything – not that I minded much. Having Aria with me for the last few days had finally made the place seem lived in.

After our not so peaceful first day together, things did get better. Our bickering stopped and, luckily, we managed to avoid running into Fay. We'd had dinners in and dinners out, and it seemed like we were settling into a perfect rhythm of domestic bliss.

The noise of the hairdryer cut off and Aria poked her half-dry head in the door. She smiled mischievously at me. She was up to something and I knew it.

"Aria, where did you put the tie?" I asked her in my best teacher voice. Aria's grin widened as she stepped into the room.

My eyes widened and an involuntary moan left my lips. Aria had my tie done loosely around her neck and it hung down her body, which was practically bare aside from a skimpy pair of sheer red lingerie, the end of it swaying provocatively in front of her panties. She picked the tie up and held the end of it seductively between two fingers.

"You mean…" She eyed me teasingly, "This tie?"

My mouth opened and closed as I tried to remember how words were spoken. It felt like all the blood in my brain had retreated and headed south, causing a very noticeable problem.

"What's the matter, Mr. Fitz?" She asked innocently, a striking contrast to how she was dressed. "Cat got your tongue?"

I continued to drink in her perfect body and Aria smirked, padding over and pushing me back onto the bed. I sat obediently as she straddled my lap.

While Aria was only in her underwear, if they even had enough fabric to be classified as underwear, I had my dress pants on and my shirt was half unbuttoned.

It still never failed to amaze me how Aria needed only look at me a certain way to make me want her. Most of the time with Jackie it would take foreplay and grand romantic gestures, but with Aria it only took her captivating gaze to put me in the mind-set of a horny teenage boy.

Aria leaned forward and pressed her lips to the corner of my mouth, teasing me. She moved her lips to my jaw and then down towards my neck, rocking her hips softly against mine.

My eyes rolled back in their sockets from the slow torture and my hands grasped her sinful hips tightly.

However, when she started to suck at my skin, pulling on it with her teeth, I pushed her away.

"Seriously?" I asked her, looking into her eyes with raised eyebrows, "You're going to give me another hickey on the day of my little brother's wedding?" Aria smiled sheepishly and laughed. She took off the tie and began to put it on me, finishing the buttons on my shirt.

I let her adjust it and my collar while I tried not to stare at her chest. After denying myself the luxury of Aria's body for so long, I was an addict. I adored everything about it from the freckle on the little toe of her right foot, to the flat planes of her stomach to the soft skin on the inside of her wrists.

"There," she said, fixing my tie once more, "All hidden." She was, of course, talking about the now yellowish bruise that remained from her excessive biting on my neck after the club last Saturday when we'd used my brother's couch for something more than sitting.

I leaned forward and kissed her lips softly, muttering my thanks against them. She kissed me back and we soon ended up lying on the bed, Aria's body pressed against mine as we attacked each other's lips. Her hands were just reaching for my belt when my mobile began to ring in my pocket. Any other day, I would have ignored it but I knew that Noah needed me to be ready and waiting for him all day today.

Aria rolled off me and I sat up with a reluctant sigh, pulling out the cell.

"Ezra Fitz," I answered, watching as Aria skipped off to the bathroom to resume getting ready.

"Hey, son," came the deep voice of my father, Oscar Fitz. "What time do you need me to pick up your girl?" My Dad was going to bring Aria to the wedding, seeing as I was to ride with Noah and the groomsmen in the car.

"Uh, I guess in around an hour? That leaves us time for introductions before you two have to leave." My Dad still didn't know that Aria had been my student but I had a feeling he'd be okay with it. He was always a big believer in love at first sight.

"We don't have to be at the church until two, Ezra," he said, "How long of an introduction is this going to be?"

"It's a long story," I told him, "See you then?"

"See you."


Eleven fifteen found me sitting on my couch flicking through the novel I'd be starting with my class once school started up again next week as I waited for Aria to be ready. My stomach was a mixture of nerves and excitement for the day. I couldn't wait to see Noah marry Candice, but I was more excited about being able to show Aria off to all the people that matter in my life: my friends and my family. We'd waited so long for this opportunity and I was ready to face it with her. However, no matter how excited I was for them to meet her, I couldn't shake the feeling that my friends' reaction would be something akin to what Sally's reaction had been the other night.

*flashback*

I watched as Aria stormed off across the bar and disappeared into the crowd of people. I'd really done it this time.

With a groan, I moved to follow her but Sally's voice called me back.

"Ezra, tell me that she isn't your student," she demanded. I sat back down to face her. "Tell me that there has been some serious wire crossing."

"I'm going to leave you two to it," Hardy announced, standing up and making a beeline for the bar.

Sally and I stared at each other for a moment before I spoke, "Aria and I met in Rosewood. We clicked and the next day she was sitting in my AP English class. We've been through a lot but we've come out strong. And no, she's not my student anymore."

"But she was once," Sally said, as if I needed reminding.

"Yes," I agreed with a nod, meeting Sally's gaze squarely.

Sally shook her head and stood up, "That's just so… I don't know… wrong. I'm sorry, Ezra."

*End of flashback*

I tossed the book aside; unable to concentrate enough to really take in the protagonists monologue about wrong and right. The door to our bedroom clicked open and I stood up to greet Aria. My mouth fell open for the second time that day as she walked towards me, ready for the wedding.

She was dressed in a simple, raspberry coloured dress that clinched in under her bust. The lower half was lace and fell to her knees. She was wearing dangly black earrings and simple black stilettos. How I'd managed to meet such a Goddess and be lucky enough to have her love me, I'd never know.

"You're so damn beautiful," I murmured, walking forward to take her in my arms. She grinned and pecked me on the cheek as my arms wrapped around her petite waist.

"Thank you."

We stayed in the same position for a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together. After a few minutes, however, Aria shifted in my embrace and we were forced to move.

"What time is your Dad coming at?" She asked, as she took a seat on the sofa.

I had opened my mouth to respond when there was a knock at the door, "Now, apparently." Aria's face turned anxious as she stared in the direction of the door. "You ready for this?" I asked her.

Her only response was a glare.

I laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of her hair, "He'll love you." The knock sounded again and I jogged towards the door and pulled it open.

"Hey, Dad!" I greeted when I opened the door to reveal my father dressed in his best suit. My dad and I weren't very similar in looks, our personalities however were nearly the exact same, which is how I knew he'd love Aria.

"Hey, son," he said with a smile, pulling me into a hug. He stepped into the apartment and I shut the door behind him. "Where's this girl you're crazy about then?"

"Dad, I'd like you to meet Aria Montgomery," I introduced, "My girlfriend."

Aria stood up from the couch and made her way over, smiling shyly at my father, "Hi, Mr. Fitz. It's nice to meet you." She extended her hand and my Dad shook it while he let out a low whistle.

"Ezra Fitz, you never told me that she was so beautiful!" Aria blushed and I stepped closer to her as I wrapped an arm around her and kissed the side of her head softly.

"She is that," I agreed. My father took a seat on the armchair and Aria and I followed him over, sitting side by side with our fingers entwined on the couch.

"So what did you have to tell me?" He asked, "It must be one hell of a story if it's gonna take you nearly an hour to explain." Aria and I looked at each other, unsure of where to begin with our story. My Dad looked from one of us to the other. "Why do I feel like I've hit the nail on the head? She's not pregnant, is she?"

Aria's mouth dropped open and I shook my head rapidly, "No!"

"Then what is it?"

"Ezra and I," Aria spoke up, "Well, we need to tell you about our relationship, sir."

"Oscar," My Dad corrected, "Call me Oscar, beautiful."

"Oscar," Aria repeated with a smile, which my father returned warmly.

"Dad, Aria and I met nearly two years ago in Rosewood," I told him.

He looked at us for a moment, his eyebrows raised in surprise, "And you kept her a secret this long?"

I nodded and looked towards Aria, waiting for her to pick a place to begin.

"How old do you think I am?" She inquired. I waited on bated breath for an answer.

My Dad surveyed her for a moment, "Is this a trick question?" We shook our heads and he sighed, "I dunno… twenty one?"

"I'm eighteen," Aria told him. I looked away from her and towards my father, watching as he did the mental math.

"But that means that you were only sixteen when you met him," he stated, jerking his head towards me.

It was now or never, "Dad, Aria was my student in Rosewood."

"Ezra Bartholomew Fitz, you better tell me that you're joking," he said harshly, his face turning red. Oh, God, I thought, he'd fullnamed me - we were in for trouble.

When neither Aria nor I retracted my statement, he stood up and began to pace.

"Mr. Fitz, sir, if you'd please just listen to us, you'll see that it's not as bad as it sounds," Aria pleaded softly. My father stopped pacing and turned to face her, fury evident in his eyes. I pulled Aria closer into my side, for some reason feeling the need to protect her from my father's glare.

"I thought I raised you better than this, Ezra," he scolded, his glower now fixed on me. "How could you be so stupid as to get involved with a student?"

"Can you just sit down and let us explain?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice calm. With a sigh, he flung himself down into the chair.

"Aria and I met the day before school started. I didn't know she was my student until I walked into class the next day." The redness in my father's face seemed to die down a little with this piece of knowledge. I hated how everybody always automatically assumed that our relationship was twisted and wrong, they always wrote it off has perverse and strange without pausing to acknowledge the very real emotions behind it. It angered me that nobody could see that it was a partnership, based entirely on love and understanding and respect.

"We tried numerous times to break it off," Aria picked up from where I'd left off, "But I was in love with your son already. Then my parents found out and sent me to boarding school. I didn't see him or hear from him for months until-"

"I took a job there. It was fate." Aria squeezed my hand tightly as I finished her sentence. I looked at her and smiled warmly. "We broke up for a while in December but Mom got us back together."

"Your mother knew about this?" Dad interrupted.

"I told her after dinner on Christmas," I explained, "You and Noah were asleep on the couch and she saw how depressed I was without Aria." The woman in question leaned her head on my shoulder, squeezing my hand once more.

My Dad leaned back in his chair, letting this morning's revelations sink in.

"And now you're going to be living together?" He asked eventually, sounding a little dazed.

"Yes, sir," Aria answered carefully, "I finish school in May and will move here after graduation, hopefully."

"And what about your parents?"

"We'll get to that when it happens," I replied, breezily. My thoughts on that event, however, were not breezy in the slightest. Numerous were the times I'd woken up in the middle of the night clutching my wrists to check for handcuffs. "But we're not illegal anymore, Aria isn't a minor and I'm not her teacher."

"But you were once," he stated.

"Why does everybody always focus on that?" I muttered under my breath.

"All we're asking for is a chance," Aria said to him, smiling hopefully, "Your son has never been anything but good to me and we hope to get married some day in the future."

Speaking of weddings… I glanced at my watch and noticed that I had to be at Noah's in half an hour.

I pressed a quick kiss to the side of Aria's head, ignoring my father's intense glare.

"You guys better get going," I told them, "My best man duties start soon."

Aria stood up and excused herself to our bedroom to collect her things. We were staying in the hotel after the reception.

My father surveyed me once she left and I met his gaze steadily.

"An eighteen year-old, really?" He hissed, glancing back to the half-shut door of the bedroom.

I didn't so much as blink, "Yes, Dad, an eighteen year-old. I'm not ashamed of her, I love her – more than Jackie, more than anybody."

Aria returned before my father could speak again and he shot me a 'this isn't over' look.

"You ready, Aria?" He asked, standing up to take her bag. He didn't wait for a response and started to head towards the door. "I'll be downstairs." I noticed that he had dropped his 'beautiful' nickname and the playful demeanour had vanished. "Bye, son."

"See you later."

Aria and I watched as he exited the apartment, pulling the door shut behind him in a way akin to a teenage tantrum.

"Well, that could have gone better," I spat wryly as I turned to face Aria. Tears had filled her eyes and they threatened to fall over.

"He hates me," she stated, staring down at her shoes.

I took a quick step forward and gathered her into my arms, pressing my lips to her forehead.

"He doesn't hate you. He's just in shock," I murmured, kissing her again, "If anything, he's angry at me for being so reckless."

"Do you think you've been reckless?" She asked, leaning back to look me in the eyes. Hazel met blue and an array of emotion passed between us.

"Definitely," I whispered moving closer to rest my forehead on hers. "And I'm the happiest guy alive because of it."

I kissed her softly before watching her gather her things and exit the apartment, thinking all the while that if loving her meant being reckless then I was living my life on the edge because there was no going back from what I felt for her.


At two p.m, Noah and I were standing at the Alter, waiting for the last few guests to trickle in before the ceremony began.

"Ready for this?" I asked him, clapping him on his back. Noah chuckled and turned his head slightly towards me.

"Ready as anything," he said with a smile, "Thanks for always being there for me, bro. And thanks for keeping me calm today."

I waved me hand and grinned, "You'd do it for me, right?"

"Of course," he agreed. He turned around to face the pews and indicated towards Aria. She was deep in conversation with our mom while our father sat with a stony face on her other side. "Which is why I want to see you up here one day with that girl right there."

I watched Aria for a moment, loving the enthusiasm that was clear in the animated way she spoke to my Mom. I loved watching the emotions play across her face and the way her eyes lit up. Her eyes moved towards me and we locked onto each other's gazes. Aria grinned before turning back to her conversation.

"Deal," I said.


Yeah, I know, it was kind of a filler chapter but originally it was only a third of the file! Review please :D I'll have the next chapter up asap and then hiatus.


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