Hello again.

So, I decided to try to continue this story, to see where it takes me. It is more fun to write than I imagined, even though English is not my first language. I apologize for mistakes. I don't have a beta reader.

Disclaimer: I do not own the twilight saga. Still just playing around with the characters.

Warning, lemon garden straight ahead. And a little coarse language.

Do you remember where we left off? No? A small reminder perhaps.

Aro was breathing deeply now. His eyes gleamed with passion, as he licked his lip, tasting me. In one fluid motion, his lips crashed on mine, and he was kissing me, rather impatiently, I might add.

Bella' POV

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was kissing Aro of the Voltouri. Standing in his library. After dry humping myself to an incredible orgasm. On his lap. I had only met him yesterday, but this man had given me way more pleasure than I had ever had in my entire life. Was it weird, that we had just met, and yet it felt natural for us to be acting like this? I decided not to go there.

His lips parted and he took a deep breath against my mouth, I gathered he was sniffing me. Again. Exhaling explosively, he seemed to be trying to gather himself. The sounds coming from him were fascinating. I nearly climaxed again on the spot. His passion was completely enveloping me.

"Isabella," his voice was a low growl.

I didn't react. Well, not with words anyway. I was gripping his jacked so tightly my knuckles hurt. My mouth was trying to taste as much of his as it could. He tasted delicious. Sweet and fresh all at once.

His lips caught my lower lip and nipped at it. Shivering slightly, my hips bucked against his. He released another growl, hoisted me up by the hips, and had me pinned flat on the sofa in no time, his lips still playing mine like a fiddle. He pressed me into the soft cushions and lifted one of my legs to rest across his elbow. I think my dress ripped at the seam in one side. Moaning way too loudly into his mouth, I realised I soon needed to breathe. My head was spinning, and I nearly saw stars. Snapping my head back, my mouth released his with a rather embarrassing pop. Gulping in fresh air, I barely registered that he was now placing kisses down my throat, his teeth scraping my skin, without breaking it. My gasp brought him to his senses. He was panting, teeth bared against my cheek, soft growls escaping occasionally.

"Tell me to stop," I heard the words, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I squirmed against him involuntarily. His reaction was instant, his teeth was at my throat again, his hips thrusting forward, hitting just the right spot at my centre, nearly making me jack-knife against him, that is if I wasn't so helplessly pinned by his heavy body.

"No," he growled. "Please, tell me to stop," he repeated the words in a gravelly voice. Was he begging me?

His manhood was still pressed against me, and I couldn't even focus on anything else.

"I can't. I've lost control." I blushed so hard my face nearly smarted from the heat. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I wanted it, costs be damned.

His deep chuckle sent vibrations through me.

"I have noticed," he crooned at my ear, making me shiver. Smug bastard.

"It would be so easy for me to seduce you, take you right here on this couch. Why should not I? We clearly both want it."

"Then why don't you?" So yeah, I needed that brain filter to be upgraded stat. My words catapulted his desire again, and he assaulted my lips, my neck, and my shoulders with his mouth. I could feel the blood rush to the places he was kissing. Where did all this blood come from? My brain probably. I definitely lacked oxygen in that area. He pulled my dress down beneath my breasts, his eyes gazing on them. Then his eyes met mine. I was definitely not lacking blood in my face. His piercing red eyes were taking in every inch of my skin. I tried to cover myself up with my hands, a bit self-conscious. His hands stopped me, grapping my wrists, our eyes met. "No, please let me see."

I nodded slightly, and he pulled my arms above my head, keeping them in place way too easily. His gaze shifted back to my chest, as he caressed one side of my left breast with his icy thumb. My nipple nearly hurt with how fast it pebbled into a peak. Slowly he took it in his mouth, carefully laving it with his cold tongue, undulating his hips against me at the same time. I hissed through my teeth, arching my back. His hand came around my waist, lifting me to his mouth. He inhaled deeply against my skin, and a groan rumbled through him. Letting me gently back down on the sofa his hand came round and pressed between my breasts. His forehead rested on it, and he was clearly trying to regain control. Letting go of my wrists, he sat up, still half cradled between my legs.

"We need to stop." the words were breathless. He swallowed hungrily, licking his lips, still panting a little.

"I would like to get to know you before we take this further. I do not wish to deflower you in such a rush."

I kept silent. My brain clearly still lacked oxygen, because I was screaming internally, willing him to continue his touches. I was in dire need for another release.

"It's not fair, that you rile me up like this, and then just stop. I'm in agony, you know."

"I do," he said knowingly.

His gaze was blazing as it shifted from my face to my crotch. I swear I could see his nostrils flaring.

"Do not think it is easy for me, to stop this. I am also in agony." His hips shifted slightly, his manhood pressing against me. Alrighty. No one gets what they want then. I sighed resignedly.

"Could you at least do something about that tingling venom you have left on me? I would like to be able to sleep."

I glanced at him. "And get rid of that smirk too while you're at it, thanks."

He wore that hungry smirk again.

"Well, of course, my dear" he said in a sweet voice. My brain barely registered his movements before he had my legs spread out, his face right in front of my sex. His eyes bore into mine as he inhaled deeply, his lips grazing my thigh, as his fingers nimbly exposed my clit. I was agape at his talent for making eye contact while doing these sordid things to my body. His mouth latched on to my clit, and he worked it like it was a lemon drop. My hands flew up and grabbed the edge of the sofas back behind my head. My whole body tensed, and I actually think I keened at the feeling. He was slowly licking my centre, sucking on me and releasing with a pop. I nearly blacked out. My gaze on him was fierce as I watched him gently probe a finger inside me, while still licking. I was afraid that it might be uncomfortable, and my body jerked at his intrusion, but not from pain. The pleasure was nearly too much. No longer keeping his finger still within me, he gently fingered me, and I whimpered. My body was so tense my knees were level with my ears.

His fiery eyes were on mine, as his mouth crooned into my flesh.

"You may have this release, Isabella." And he sucked my whole clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it. My brain registered his words, and it was those that sent me flying over the edge, more than his ministrations. A guttural yell was ripped from me as I quivered all over, riding out the second orgasm of my life. He didn't stop his ministrations until I slumped completely, my feet hitting the floor. I was completely boneless. Looking up at Aro, my vision blurry, I heard him whisper "Go to sleep, my dear. I will get you to bed." And with that, my world was black.

The fog slowly lifted, as I became aware of lying on my side on a surface that was way too comfortable. I was nested warmly under the duvet, curled in upon myself, sighing deeply in satisfaction. Suddenly my brain reconnected, and I registered the cold hand on my waist. My body stiffened.

"Good morning, mia cara." The voice was soft, gentle. Slowly, I rolled onto my back, stretching my legs out. My body sort of did the rest as the movement grew into a full-blown-spine-tingling-toes-curling stretch. With accompanying sounds of course. A low chuckle reached my ear, and my eyes snapped open. Looking to my right, I saw crimson eyes watching me. Aro lifted his hand from my waist, and gently caressed my chin.

"How did you sleep, my dear?"

I breathed deeply; my body completely relaxed. "Like a rock." I yawned. He chuckled again. "Good stretch, was it?" His gaze was mischievous. I thumped him in the chest with my elbow, not that it hurt him in the slightest. He merely caught my wrist and brought it to his mouth. Placing a gentle kiss on my pulse point. I shivered.

"Where am I?" I looked around the room, not recognizing it.

"These are my chambers" Aro said casually.

I sat up slowly to look around. His rooms were primarily decked out in crimson colours. A few splashes of dark green here and there. They were much larger than my own rooms of course.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked curiously. I looked down and realized I was wearing a pyjamas matching the colours of his room. Did he change my clothes?

He smirked in a certain self-satisfied manner, before answering.

"Well, given the state you were in after our... Activities last night, I didn't think it prudent to carry you all the way across the castle. I have not seen anyone looking so thoroughly dishevelled as you were. Plus, you were unconscious. I didn't want to give anyone the wrong ideas."

I gulped slightly at his words, glancing at him, my brain flooded with images of what had been happening yesterday. I could see by his slightly open-mouthed smile that I was blushing. He knew exactly what I was thinking of. I looked away. I was starting to suspect that he actually could read my mind somehow. The silence bubbled up between us, his face still wearing that smirk of his. I could feel it burning into the back of my head.

"No need to look so satisfied with yourself," I muttered.

His deep chuckle tickled my cheek, as he sat up and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my neck. He pulled me back onto the bed and stretched out on top of me. My legs fell apart, welcoming him of their own accord. He looked down at me. "Well, why should I not be satisfied? No one has ever reacted to my touches..." At that he rocked his hips against my core swiftly, and I threw my head back with a cry. ..."like that. Your cries of passion are still ringing in my ears Isabella. The scent of your release is still clinging to me. In fact, I do not think I shall be able to focus on other matters today." He growled in my ear as he gently rocked against me.

"This is becoming a bad habit. I am afraid I have become quite addicted to you, my dear." He captured my hands with his and our fingers interlocked, he placed them above my head, kissing me deeply. I hummed into his mouth, enjoying the moment.

It felt like I had been here for months. Not just two nights. Two nights, and here I was being thoroughly snogged by the Voltouri king. His skill in bringing my body to the edge in a matter of seconds, not even using his hands, was daunting, to say the least. My mind realised the weirdness in my situation, but my body certainly didn't care. Everything was moving so fast, but I was helpless to stop it. I didn't want to stop it.

He kept the slow tempo against my pulsating core, not rushing anything, and it didn't take long for me to reach my peak. We lay still for a while. My breathing gradually coming back to normal, him placing small kisses on my jaw. He finally released my hands.

"I must say, I find it fascinating to watch you reach climax. Your body's reactions are exquisite."

He gently began to unbutton my pyjamas top. I didn't stop him. Soon he had pushed the material aside and were caressing me with his icy fingers. I arched into his touch, my pelvis coming up to meet his. He growled softly, and in a sudden blur of movement, I was completely naked before him. His breath escaped in a low hiss, his mouth clearly watering. "You know, I haven't seen your body once," I stated in a whisper. "I know," he said.

I raised my eyebrows.

"I want to see you. It is only fair"

He looked at me silently, and coming to a decision, he began to remove his black shirt. My eyes roamed hungrily at the flesh that slowly came into view. All the buttons undone the shirt fell open. He began to undo his shirtsleeves. I sat up, and my fingers pressed against his bare chest. He halted and stayed completely still. His eyes followed my eyes, taking in his muscular stomach. My fingers travelled down to his waist, disappearing beneath the shirt still on him, feeling his muscular back. My lips met the middle of his chest. A hiss escaped him. "Careful, mia cara. I may not be able to restrain myself much longer." The words were said in a hungry growl. He actually swallowed.

"Well, maybe I don't want you to restrain yourself," I said in a breathless voice. I was trembling slightly. Suddenly I found myself flat on my back, his body pressed against me, in a most sublime way.

"Do you not care, what your words are doing to me?" He growled. His hands roamed my body, coming to my hips before they came around to my butt. His weight pressed me into the mattress. His mouth was at my throat. I could feel his manhood resting against my thigh. Suddenly it dawned on me that he had removed his trousers.

"This is your final warning." He said against my throat. His body was tense against mine, clearly trying to hold back.

"Tell me to stop, Isabella."

"No", I said.

He breathed into my ear and I moaned my body reacting on instinct, my hips rocked. He shifted his hips, and I could suddenly feel him at my entrance. His hands gripped my buttocks tightly, a growl escaping him. The tension was unbelievable. I needed him so badly I could barely breathe. "Please," I moaned. "Please, take me Aro. I need you." His mouth was suddenly on mine as he gently began prodding his way into me, his long silky hair framing our faces. He made slow movements, short thrusts, that gradually went deeper inside me. At first it felt great. A whole new feeling of stimulation completely engulfed me. I whimpered as his mouth and tongue was at my pulse point on my neck. Suddenly it began to sting, as the broadest part of him breached my entrance.

"Ah." I stiffened. He stopped.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly. "Yes, it just hurts a little. Don't stop but go slow." He nodded and continued as slowly as he could. A few whimpers of pain escaped me. He wasn't exactly small.

Finally, he was nestled completely within me. He stopped his movements to allow me to adjust to him. My insides were burning and tingling all at once. My mind was trying to come to terms with the fact that Aro, the Voltouri king, had just penetrated me. Taken my virginity. It wasn't as uncomfortable as I had expected. It did sting a little though.

His pelvis rested gently against my clit, and I needed more friction. I rocked against him experimentally, and we both groaned deeply.

"Please do not do that," he said, panting slightly. "I am trying to go slow." Not heeding his words, I did it again, desperate for some relief of the enormous tension I felt.

"You will be the death of me, Isabella Swann," he growled as he withdrew slightly from my body, before pushing back in. I gasped loudly at the feeling. His hands were still on my butt, as he gently fucked me with shallow thrusts. My knees around his waist, my hands gripping his back tightly. All the new sensations were making me incoherent. I was moaning completely out of control. His thrusts hitting an unknown spot deep inside me.

"Oh god oh god oh god!" He chuckled into my ear, as he shifted position. His hands came up around my head, his hair once again hanging like a curtain around our faces, my legs lying flat in the bed, him practically straddling me. He thrust into me again, and this time his pelvis hit my clit right on the spot. My whole body went rigid and I nearly arched off the bed. His mouth descended upon mine as he continued to thrust into me, slowly making the movements longer and deeper. I didn't think I could take much more, but then he sank his teeth lightly into my neck.

The resulting jolt flew to my core and I jack-knifed against him, my orgasm hitting me like a brick wall, completely taking my breath away. He continued to fuck me through it, until I was completely still. Then he shifted and lay between my legs again, pushing back into my body with more eagerness, as he gradually lost control of his own body.

The sounds he made were so deeply masculine and it sent jolt after jolt to my clit. Suddenly he pulled my right knee up, so that he penetrated me deeper than before.

"Ow," I gasped. "I am sorry, my love. It is not my intention to hurt you." He had stopped, his forehead resting on mine his breathing fast. I could tell it took all his self-control, to not just completely lose it.

"It's okay," I said, my fingers sliding into his hair. "You can move again." He slowly began thrusting, only making every other thrust deeper, so that I could get used to it. Gradually it stopped hurting and left a more desperate need behind.

"Oh, don't stop," I managed. He growled softly, and his pace increased, thrusting deep constantly. My breathing became shallow, my back arching at the feeling of impending release.

"Yeees," he crooned in my ear,

"Do please come for me again, Isabella." He shifted his hips slightly, so that his pelvis pushed up on my clit in time with his increased speed. His mouth sucking on my earlobe.

I came apart within seconds his name wrenched from my lips. He growled deeply, fucking me relentlessly, until his own release came seconds after my own. He groaned and thrust deeply a few more times before stopping completely. We lay there, me panting, him hissing against my cheek. "My Isabella," he said softly.

After a few moments, he withdrew from my body, I winced at the stinging sensation. He glanced at me apologizing with his eyes. He pulled me against him, my back to his chest, and pulled the duvet on top of us.

We lay there for a long time. I think I drifted a fair few time. Suddenly a knock at the door, and I started awaking. His lips were at my shoulder, soothing my thumping heart. "My apologies, my dear. But I have been missing from the action since your arrival, I believe they need me. Please stay here in my rooms. I do not want you to wander. Understood?" I nodded sleepily. He kissed me shortly before leaving the bed. In a flash he was dressed and had left the room. I soon drifted off to sleep again.

Bella's POV - Three hours later.

I was getting bored and hungry while staying in Aro's room. Pacing slightly, I was getting agitated. He had told me to stay put for now, but I was on edge. Since coming here, I hadn't had any contact with others besides Aro and Caius. I needed to get out for a bit. I had no plans on leaving the castle. But maybe I could find the library again. Or even a kitchen. It couldn't be far, after all Aro had told me his room was closer than mine. Deciding I wanted to have a look at some books, I found a heavy robe in his closet. It was way too big for me, which was fine. It reached the floor. I decided it was decent enough with the pyjamas underneath.

Slowly opening the door to his rooms, I peeked out. The halls seemed deserted. I quickly slipped out and chose my direction. Walking along the halls, I saw a lot of paintings on the walls. Clearly vampires were appreciative of art. Especially the old masters. I passed quite a few doors on my way. Some small and insignificant looking, while others were large and ornamented. I was soon hopelessly lost, my feet really cold, my stomach growling.

Reaching the end of yet another corridor, I decided I needed to try some of the doors. Breathing rather nervously, I reached out for the handle and pushed the small door to my left open. It was a small bathroom. Right. Next. The door on my right was a lot bigger. Pushing it inwards I walked in. It appeared to be a study of some kind.

Books lined two walls; a huge desk dominated the middle of the room with seats in front of it. Huge windows were looking out on a magnificent garden.

Mouth agape I walked into the room. A small seating area was placed at a fireplace. The hearth was cold and dark. A chess table was placed by the windows. My fingers touched the desk reverently. It was carved out in dark shiny wood. Everything on top was neatly ordered.

I walked over to the books and looked at some of the titles. The languages were unfamiliar to me. My fingers touched a few, not daring to pull them from the shelf. Something caught my eye. In the corner where the bookshelves appeared to be connected, I realised a wall was cleverly concealing a slender entrance.

Curiously, I walked closer peering inside. The room was rather small, or it appeared to be, because the walls were plastered with pictures of a few different people. I recognised Edward, Alice, Carlisle, and Charlie in a few. One wall was dedicated to Victoria alone, with a map at its centre. But most of the walls had my pictures. They were clearly taken by some sort of private detective. Before I could take in much more, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder spinning me around. My heart nearly dropped out through my butt in terror. Aro's face greeted me with a dark scowl.

"What are you doing here, Isabella? I specifically told you to stay in my rooms. Why did you not follow my orders?"

I hugged myself, my mouth suddenly dry.

"You're not the boss of me." I stated blankly.

His eyes darkened with fury as he pulled me from the small room into the study. I was suddenly seated in front of the desk, and he was behind it in his chair. His scowl had not moved. Neither had my stomach. It was still in the small side room.

"Isabella, I am in fact your boss. I am actually your king, should you not have noticed." His voice was filled with anger.

"Were you spying on me?" I asked, interrupting him.

"Do not interrupt me," he said the words loudly, nearly shouting. I jumped at the sound. My own anger bubbling to the surface, I said; "Oh great, you have been spying on me, and you are the one that is furious? That makes sense."

"You defied me!" He shouted standing so suddenly I jumped in my seat. He was really angry. My mind suddenly remembered something about him always getting his way. Well he could shove it.

"I don't care, I want to know why you have a room full of pictures of me. I deserve an..." My sentence was cut short by him suddenly standing over me, his arms on my armrests, his face really close to mine. He hissed at me. I became silent rather sharpish. "You will listen to me, Isabella," My name came out in a growl, and a shiver ran down my spine. "When I tell you to do, or not to do something, you will listen, do you understand?"

I didn't answer.

"I asked you a question." He growled. "Answer me."

Not trusting my mouth to say something reasonable, I simply nodded.

"Good." His deep crimson eyes lingered on my face, dropping to my mouth for a long moment before he straightened up.

He began pacing in front of me, his hands at the small of his back. I drew my bare feet up and hugged my knees. My head was spinning. Why did he have me spied upon? A sudden thought hit me. "You already knew who I was, didn't you?" I asked in a tremulous voice. He glanced at me, not answering. Clearly still angry.

"You owe me an explanation; I deserve the truth." I said, in a forceful voice.

Aro laughed in a manic, humourless sort of way, and stopped pacing, standing in front of me. "No, I do not owe you anything, my dear. I am in charge. I decide what you do and do not deserve. Right now, I am considering how to discipline you for your transgressions."

Silence rang around the room after his words.

"You're going to punish me?" I asked incredulous. "Why? I didn't do anything. I simply was bored and hungry and tried to find the library or kitchen. I got lost and suddenly..."

"You defied me," he hissed again. Bending down real close again. His teeth were bared, and his crimson gaze burned with fury.

"I cannot have a mere human go against my will. If you can get away with it, then why should the others not try? No, you need to know your place."

He straightened back up, his deep voice suddenly business like.

"Luckily for you, most of the punishment is too severe for a human. You could never survive. I will have to think on it. For now, I will have Felix show you to your rooms, where you will stay until I come and collect you." He straightened up, and nodded to someone behind me, then he swiftly turned his back on me.

Felix was a huge vampire, and he was at my side in a flash. "Bring her to my... -her room, and have some food brought to her." Aro said imperiously.

Felix nodded and he walked me to the door. He walked briskly beside me, not saying a word, until we were back at my room. He nudged me inside and disappeared, before reappearing shortly with my food. Then he was gone. I wasn't hungry anymore. My mind was aflame. I began pacing my room.

Aro's angry outburst had seemed completely incompatible with my so-called transgressions. It didn't make sense. He had told me not to wander, but I couldn't understand why he was so furious with me.

Unless he was trying to cover for the fact that he had been surveying me for a long time before our first meeting. I fumed at the thought. I suspected he had planned it all out somehow. He had expected me to sacrifice myself for Alice and Edward because he already knew me. I suddenly realised, he had read Edwards mind, so everything we had talked about, he knew. The thought was unsettling. I stood for a long time, just staring into space.

I was suddenly very tired.

I threw myself into a chair in my seating area, wincing as my tender privates got jolted slightly as I hit the seat a little too hard. My mind flooded with images of our love making. How easily he had seduced me. My face suffused with heat, as I thought of how I had begged him to take me. I placed my face in my hands closing my eyes. Trying to rid myself of the feelings coursing through me. I trembled slightly, realising I was cold. Thinking I might as well take a bath, I opened my eyes and started to get up. I yelped as I realised Aro was in front me, looking down at me, his eyes observing me.

"God fucking damn it, will you learn to knock for once!" I shouted, as my hand flew to my thumping heart. "I need to talk to you," he said. "Will you please watch your manners?" "I don't really want to talk to you. So, my manners are irrelevant. Please leave." I snapped.

His face was thunderous, as he had me out of the chair in a flash, and suddenly I was in my bathroom, standing in the shower cubicle. He stood in front of me, arms crossed. "What are you doing?" I asked, feeling cornered.

"Well, I was going to try and talk to you in a rational manner, but then.-"

"-I was startled..." I began, but before I could say another word, he had turned on the water and it hit my hair and neck like a bucket of ice. My words ended in a shrill cry, as I tried to push him out of the way to get away from the freezing spray. He barred my way easily pushing me with his body under the shower again. The icy water didn't bother him, of course. His hair was soaked in seconds and became plastered to his neck and cheeks, and I could see the water running down into his shirt.

"Do not interrupt me again," he said. His voice was as cold as the water soaking into my robe and pyjamas. I was shivering violently.

"I do not know how to get you to listen to me, so this will have to do. The better you listen the faster you can get out of the spray, understand?" My clothes were already heavy with the water, and the coldness was penetrating my skin. I needed to get out of the situation, so I nodded silently.

"I need you to understand why I am so angry with you Isabella." His voice was barely louder than the water coming down on us, but his face was so close to mine, that I had no trouble hearing him. "Do not think that our shared intimate moments, will make me more lenient with you. My job is to protect this coven. And you. Especially you." He growled.

I investigated his face. The water was spraying directly into his red eyes, making them gleam more crimson. A violent shiver ran through me. "Yes, I actually had a reason for you not leaving my rooms. You live in a castle full of vampires. Some of them are new-borns. What do you think would have happened, had you wandered in on them? They would have killed you; my orders be damned.

I can only protect you if I am at your side. This I cannot always be, as I have duties as well." He almost sounded scared now. "You have no idea how close I was to losing you today.

When I came to my rooms, and found you missing, I thought the worst. Then I followed your scent through the corridors. I came upon a couple of new-borns also following your scent. You smell quite delicious you know. I had to dispose of them, as there was no reasoning with them. They were hunting, you see. There was nothing I could do. I was relieved to find you safe in my study. You must never go wandering again like that, Isabella. Not as long as you are human. It is far too risky. I cannot lose you."

He fell silent. Water trickled down his face. I was shivering violently.

"I thought yo-you were m-mad b-because I f-f-found your s-s-secret room." I managed.

He sighed, adjusting the water temperature until it became a warm flow. He began removing my robe and pyjamas mechanically, to get the warm water to hit my skin directly. "No, I was not mad at that. I would have shown you that room eventually.

For the record, I was not spying on you. We were tracking the movements of Victoria. She was making a lot of trouble, and we discovered that she was after you. Something had to be done, so I sent Demitri to track you. I reasoned that she would come for you eventually. You came to me first though." He was rubbing my arms gently, trying to sooth my shaking body. His words made sense. I nodded. Or trembled. I'm not sure which.

"I-I'm sorry," I whispered. He shook his head, pulling me against his marble body, hugging me. "No, my love, I am sorry for shouting at you. I should have explained everything to you. It is just that I have a hard time keeping focus when I am near you. You are such a distraction to me. My reaction was a result of my nearly losing you."

I sobbed against his shoulder, and he stood holding me, soothing my frayed nerves. The water was still splashing down on us, me in my naked form, and Aro fully clothed in his black suit.

So, what do you think? Hope you enjoyed it. -Pancakes