Warning: This chapter is rated MA 18+ and contains sexual activity between two consenting adults. If you're not comfortable with this, feel free to skip to the next chapter, but hey, you do you.

"I do apologise for my lack of films," Aro spoke while he sat on the floor in his quarters beside me, looking through his movie collection.

"This is a lack of films?" I raised my eyebrows, gesturing to the pile of DVD's I'd already rejected.

He chuckled under his breath before holding up a DVD I dreaded. "What about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?"

"Come on, you know that film freaks me out," I cringed.

"Maybe I might have a good horror film we can watch. I know that Child's Play terrified you, and I do believe I have the sequels here somewhere," he smirked.

"Sequel-s?"

"There were seven films, and I have seen them all. I really do not understand this little fear of yours, Eliana. Why does it frighten you so much?" he asked.

"I don't like horror films, and I really don't like jump scares, please don't make me watch it," I whined childishly.

"I will not put you through the stress of that film saga unnecessarily, cara mia. Instead, how about we watch The Woman in Black?" he laughed.

"Emmett made me and Bella watch that with him, and I screamed so much that I lost my voice."

"I am aware," he chuckled, "but even the sound of your scream is music to my ears."

"That's a little weird," I giggled, resting my head on his shoulder as he continued sorting through a few more movies.

Eventually we settled on watching The Notebook, as there was absolutely no way I was agreeing to any of the horror movies he was willing to put me through. Not that a cringey romance was much better, but at least I wouldn't be screaming every five minutes, instead simply dying of cringe. I curled into his arms with my back pressed against his front, his hands delicately caressing my hips.

Once the movie was finally over and the credits began rolling, Aro quickly leant over and switched off the TV, filling the room with silence.

"What did you think of that film then?" he asked, well knowing I hated it.

"I don't remember ever watching anything worse," I giggled.

"Well, I quite enjoyed it, and watching you cringe during every scene was brilliant," he teased.

"Psychopath," I muttered.

Before I knew it, he'd lifted me up and placed me down on his bed, rolling us over each other until we almost fell off the other end, with him hovering over me. I giggled as his lips crashed roughly against mine while his hands began to work their way under my top. We broke the kiss momentarily so that he could pull my top over my head before his lips met mine again passionately. His irises had somehow already gone completely pitch black. For some reason, I'd made the decision to not put on a bra underneath my clothes, but Aro definitely wasn't complaining.

"Sei magnifico," he murmured as he began to kiss and suck my nipples, causing me to moan out his name. Meanwhile, he instantly tore off my jeans and underwear in one swift move, and I gasped in surprise. I seriously didn't know they could do that. A little disappointing though considering I'd only just taken the tag off those jeans and now they were simply shreds of fabric.

His right hand slid down my stomach and gently stroked my entrance which caused me to buck my hips in anticipation. He annoyingly continued to run the tips of his fingers lightly, teasingly, against my centre, driving me insane.

"Aro…p-please…u-u-uh," I groaned a little louder than I would've liked.

He smirked and rubbed gentle circles around my bundle of nerves before plunging two fingers inside me without any warning. I gasped, my back arching as he held my hips in place firmly with his left hand while thrusting his fingers into me, slowly at first, but soon building up the pace to vampire speed. He felt so damn good, sinfully good, to the point where I thought I was going to scream. I cried out loudly his name once I hit my orgasm, grabbing his bed sheets tightly in my fists.

He licked his fingers with a smug grin on his face as his lips met back up with mine. I reached up to his shirt and jacket, fumbling with all of the buttons. Pushing my hands away, he instantly ripped them off of him so that the remaining shreds of fabric fell on the floor beside his bed.

"But what about-"

"I have plenty of shirts, bellissima, and I will buy you all the jeans you could ask for," he murmured.

I trailed my hands along his lean figure. He, like the other two, had a perfectly defined six-pack, with not a hair in sight except for a slight trail which led below the waistband of his trousers. I began to fumble clumsily with the zip in a messy attempt to take them off, before he placed one hand over mine.

"Eliana, you do not have to-"

"It's okay, it's fine," I assured, stammering on my words as he took of his trousers normally rather than ripping it to shreds. I was nervous, very nervous, which he could tell by my subtle tremble.

"Cara mia, if you do not feel comfortable-"

"I'm fine, babe," I insisted.

He instantly pulled off his pants so that his erection sprung free. I didn't want to over-inflate his ego, but he was definitely a little longer than Caius, not that much longer, but the difference was still noticeable. It was then that I realised he still had his left hand resting on the back of my neck, reading every thought going through my head. With a deep growl which made my heart race with anticipation, he captured his lips with mine and brought his body closer to me, the cold tip of his length pressed against my clitoris.

"Um A-Aro…" I trailed off nervously.

"I won't, bellissima," he reassured me softly, "I will take care of you."

He breathed in sharply and began to gradually roll his hips into me, which sent sparks of pleasure through my body. As the tip of him continued to drag along my entrance, he growled steadily while moans and cries continued to escape my lips. I let out a mumbled version of his name as he murmured something quickly in another language. The pace of the movement in his hips began to speed up and he threaded his fingers in my hair. He hit his climax with an animalistically growled version of my name, which was very shortly followed by me crying out his name at the top of my lungs.

It took me the longest time for my breathing to return to normal, which wasn't helped by him sucking at the skin on my neck which made me let out a weak whimper. He rolled off of me so that he was lying beside me, his left hand firmly placed on my hip.

"You are incredible, cara mia," he murmured into my ear now that his eyes had returned to their crimson colour, "simply stunning."

I swung my right leg over his hip, my breasts pressed up against his side. "I didn't realise you could rip off clothes like that."

He shook his head with a light chuckle, placing a kiss on the top of my head. "It proves a useful ability to possess."

"I was definitely louder than last time, if that's even possible," I blushed at the thought of my voice echoing through the halls, "Can I just hide from everyone in here for the rest of my life?"

"I get the feeling my brothers would oppose to that very much, although I would be very happy with you staying in here with me for as long as you desire," he responded.

"Are your quarters adjacent to Marcus' or Caius'? Who do I need to avoid?"

"Marcus is on the other end of the corridor, but you are very lucky that the Ukrainian coven has already left, as the leaders were staying in here," he tapped on the wall above the headboard.

"That could've been nasty," I grimaced, "I met one of them earlier."

"Yes, Andrey. He can be lovely really, but often lets his instincts get the better of him. What didn't help was the fact that you were with Heidi, making him assume you were part of her 'catch'," he growled bitterly at the thought.

"I'm fine, Aro, don't worry about it. Heidi wouldn't have let him hurt me at all, not unless she had a death wish in anyway," I assured him, "I mean, when he wasn't trying to eat me, he was a nice guy."

He hummed in agreement, his arms wrapped around me tightly as he tucked my head under his chin. "I love you, piccola, but you need to rest now."

"I love you, Aro."

I woke up the next morning feeling icky and in desperate need for a shower. Aro's arms were still tightly wrapped around me, holding my body flush against his.

"Good morning, cara mia," he smiled.

I groaned lightly, nuzzling into his neck comfortably. "I need a shower. And clothes. I need clothes."

"My bathroom is just through the door opposite," he pointed across the room, "and I will find you some clothes. How are you doing physically? Did I hurt you at all?"

"Not at all, last night was amazing," I placed a kiss on his jaw and rolled out of his bed, the cold air reaching my exposed skin, "I'm off to have a shower."

"Do not hesitate to call me should you require any assistance," he called cheekily.

To that comment, I rolled my eyes and locked the door to his bathroom behind me. I stopped before stepping into his shower; it was so complicated to use, with so many dials and settings and crap. Who the hell would need that many settings on a shower head? Well, Aro apparently.

After messing around with all of the different buttons for a few minutes, I managed to settle on a perfect stream and temperature, which in hindsight wasn't a good thing as now I'd be reluctant to leave. I probably spent about fifteen or so minutes under the bliss of the consistently hot running water before reluctantly climbing out of the shower.

It turned out that Aro had invited himself into the bathroom briefly somehow, as he'd left a small pile of clothes for me by the sink. At closer examination, I realised it was simply one of his dark maroon button-up shirts which, once I put it on, only just covered my ass. I quickly grabbed a white towel from the side and strolled back into his room.

"Sei bellissima, cara," he spoke as his eyes took in the sight of me in his clothes. He was already completely dressed in a very similar black button-up shirt and dress pants as the day before.

"I'm thinking to update my wardrobe so it solely contains your clothes," I giggled, leaning over to dry my hair.

He materialised in front of me. "Allow me, my dear."

Instantly, he took the towel from me and began gently rubbing my hair dry. "I'm just waiting for the moment Caius and Marcus invite themselves in," I laughed.

"Fortunately, my brothers have agreed to allow us the morning to ourselves," he chuckled, pulling the towel away and tossing it across the room.

"What colour were your eyes, before you became immortal?" I asked him.

"My eyes were deep blue, similar to yours, Caius' were hazel, and I do believe Marcus' were chocolate brown," he replied.

"I can't imagine you with blue eyes, I'm so used to your red ones."

"Some day, you will have red eyes as well," he reminded me.

"Three more years. Well, three years and a month," I shrugged.

"Of course, your birthday, we must celebrate that," he pulled me onto his lap on the end of his bed.

"Do we have to?" I sulked.

"Don't you want to? You are fortunate that you have a specific date you can celebrate your birth on, bellissima. We must get you presents, and cake, and-"

"Please, just don't throw me a party or anything. I hate socialising with people when I don't have to."

"Would you be happy if you simply spent your birthday with us?" he asked hopefully.

I paused for a moment. "That could work," I giggled.

Suddenly, Aro's door flung open and Caius and Marcus materialised on Aro's sofa. I yelped in fright as Aro quietly shushed me. Not only was my heart beating out of my chest, but I was also beyond confused.

"Um…hello?" I drew my eyebrows together.

"Good morning, carissima," Caius inclined his head.

"No offence, but…actually, do take offence, what are you doing in here?" I asked exasperatedly.

"It is midday," Marcus replied simply.

I turned to Aro, unimpressed. "What was the agreement you made, then?"

He sighed. "I told them to allow me to have you alone for the morning."

"And it is no longer the morning, tesoro," Marcus informed me while looking my half-bare figure up and down.

"Is this going to happen every morning?" I groaned, hiding my face in Aro's chest.

"Do you not enjoy our company?" Caius quizzed me.

"Well, at the right time, yeah-"

"So you don't want us here?"

"No, that's not what I-"

"Then you are okay with us staying?" he smirked.

"You know what? This has been fun but I'd best go back to my room," I slid off Aro's lap and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, "thanks for the evening, babe."

"See what you did?" I heard Aro hiss at them once I was out of the room.

"Ha!" I yelled, which echoed down the empty corridor.

Author's note: I can't say I particularly enjoy writing these smut-y scenes, but I'm getting used to it haha. This chapter and the next one are both kinda heated, so I'm sorry if you have to wait a few days for a smut-free chapter.
Translations (any errors are due to Google Translate, not me, but feel free to correct me in anyway):
Sei magnifico - you are magnificent
Sei bellissima, cara - you are beautiful, my dear
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