She hurriedly got into her car, irritated that the rain came out of nowhere and soaked her. Not only were her clothes completely wet, but so was her hair. She didn't appreciate the fact that her locks got wet before the day she's supposed to get them done. The woman tried turning on the ignition. Nothing. Second attempt. Nothing.
"Come on. Come on!" She breathed a sigh of relief when the car finally started. This was definitely not the time for the vehicle to die on her. The woman's attention was suddenly on her phone. She quickly grabbed the ringing device and answered the call.
"Salut?"
"Aveline! Are you doing okay?" The woman softly smiled from hearing the voice over the phone.
"Don't worry. I'm fine Patience."
"How exactly can you be fine in this storm? It's raining cats and dogs outside!"
"It's only rain girl!" Aveline smirked, envisioning her best friend rolling her eyes.
"Uh huh. Sure. Did you find him?"
A saddening frown replaced the smirk on the woman's face. "Non. He wasn't there." Aveline sighed as she drove into traffic. It was a bit difficult to merge into a different lane since other drivers were in a rush to get home from being in the harsh rain.
"I'm sure he's around somewhere. Maybe you should try the coffee shop? It's one of the places he likes to be at."
Aveline sighed again, forcing to keep her tears at bay. She turned the corner onto another street. "I don't even know if he's there. I mean, why would he be at the shop in this weather?"
"You never know Avi. Just try to hang in there okay? I know you'll find him."
The de Grandpré heiress sighed for the umpteenth time. "I will."
"And be careful. There are assholes out there you know."
Aveline chuckled from hearing her friend's profanity. She pulled into a parking space and turned off the car. "I will. I'll talk to you later."
"Good luck girl!"
Aveline hung up the phone and let her head hit the headrest. She groaned aloud, trying to mentally prepare herself to leave the safety of her car. The want to stay in the vehicle was strong, but the need to find him was even greater. With a newfound determination, the heiress stepped out of the car and dashed to the café doors. She locked the car as soon as she stepped inside. Inside, Aveline noticed that the place was filled with more patrons than usual. They were probably seeking shelter from the unrelenting rain as well. Her hazel eyes searched the room to find a familiar face. They fell upon an employee that was serving a customer in line. Aveline stood in line behind two people in hopes of meeting the employee. A few minutes passed before she was able to meet the man behind the counter.
Dark brown eyes widened from seeing the soaked woman. "Aveline! What happened to you?"
The woman rolled her eyes and snickered. "The sky just up and dumped a large bucket of water on me Terry."
"Har har. Anywho, what can I getcha?"
"Actually, I'm not here to order a drink." Terry's eyes blinked in confusion. "I wanted to know if you've seen Connor come here at all today."
Terry shook his head. "Sorry. I haven't seen him since a few days ago. He seemed upset about something though. Wouldn't tell me what it was despite me bribing him with caramel coffee cake. He tries to eat that at every chance he gets!"
Aveline's shoulders slumped from the information. Her boyfriend would always come to the coffee shop when he would be upset. Connor must've really been upset from this ordeal between them. Aveline put on her brave face and smiled.
"Oh well. Maybe he's at home. I'll try there. Can you let me know if he comes by?"
The man nodded. "I will. Just...be careful okay? He'd probably kill me if he found out I just let you get sick in this kind of weather." Both parties shortly laughed.
Aveline waved as she was leaving the building. "Au revoir mon ami!" The woman quickly unlocked her car and ran to the door.
She wasted no time as she opened the door and got in. Shivers overtook her body. Aveline attempted to envelop herself in her arms. All she could feel was her cold clothes clinging to her skin. Hot tears pricked at the woman's eyes. All she wanted was to feel those strong arms to make her warm. The woman shook her head and bit back the tears. Thinking about what she wants isn't going to help her or this mess that she and Connor got into. She sighed as she tried to turn on the ignition. A small prayer formed in her head, hoping the car would turn on with one try. And lo and behold, the car revved up without any difficulty. Aveline briefly cheered, leaving the parking lot to go to her next destination.
As soon as Aveline's car left the parking lot, a different car went right past her and parked into her former spot. The driver got out of their car and raced to the doors of the coffee shop. They brought down their umbrella and took off their hood. Terry, who finished a customer's transaction, beamed as they saw who walked through the door. He quickly clocked out for his break and speed-walked to the customer.
"Connor! It's been a while!" Terry exclaimed in Mohawk. He briefly hugged his friend, giving a boyish smile.
"It's only been about four days! It's not even a long time!" The man chuckled as he fixed his ponytail. His soft brown eyes looked around to see the shop almost filled to the brim with customers. His eyes seemed to have lost their shine when they couldn't find a specific woman. "Terry, did...did Aveline swing by here by chance?"
The elder man's eyes widen a bit. He literally just saw her several minutes ago! Why were these two playing tag with each other? Suddenly, a thought hit him like a ton of bricks. Aveline must've been the reason of why Connor clammed up a few days ago. No wonder why he wasn't stuffing his face with cake! Terry didn't know what happened between them, but it seemed to have upset and taken a toll on the couple.
"You literally just missed her! She left out a few minutes ago!"
"Seriously?!" The younger Mohawk Native dragged his hands down his face in frustration. This is the third time today that he missed catching Aveline! It's like they're playing hide-and-seek with each other! Was she really trying to avoid him?
Seeing his friend's turmoil, Terry placed his hand on Connor's shoulder. "Don't worry man! She was trying to find you too! And it looks like she's really worried about you. She came in all soaked!"
Connor felt a mix of relief and anxiety. Relieved to know that Aveline was searching for him as much as he is with her. Anxious that Aveline was only looking for him to exchange more words that would seal their fates. He exhaled while straightening his hair. Hot tears attempted to leak out of Connor's eyes but he held them back. Now was not the time to be shedding tears. He needs to find Aveline. With newfound determination, the Mohawk Native turned around to exit the coffee shop.
"Wait! Before you leave," Terry raced to the counter and took out several pieces of caramel, toffee, and pecan crunch cakes. He puts them in the bag and fills out the charges on the register. Terry shoves the bag into his friend's arms, amused from Connor's bewildered expression.
"Wha-? Dude! What are you doing? Won't you get in trouble for this?"
Terry laughed. "Don't you worry about me. Go after her. You need this more than I do. That's for sure. Aveline said she was heading for your place. Maybe you should try calling her so she knows where you're at." Connor nodded and smiled. "I don't know what happened between you two, but you'll be okay. I guarantee it. Now go!"
The younger Mohawk Native hugged his friend before leaving the establishment. He opened up his umbrella and made a beeline to his car. Connor opened the door and threw the desserts onto the front seat. He attempted to bring down his umbrella, but the weather disagreed with his decision. The wind blew hard, causing the umbrella to fold in on itself.
"Shit! Don't do this to me right now!" The wind seemed to disregard Connor's plea as it made the man's umbrella snap in half. Poor Connor was dumbfounded that his only means of getting less wet was out of the question. He grumbled to himself as he got inside of his car. Great. Now he was soaked completely. His head dropped onto the steering wheel, bearing a slight tinge of pain from the impact. Everything was frustrating. From the argument from a few days before to self-loathing from the words he said to his girlfriend to going on a wild-goose chase just to find her and talk to her. Now he has to deal with the fact that he's soaked to the bone and that he'll miss catching her again.
Connor sat up and rubbed his temples. A lone tear escaped his eye. He didn't want any of this. All he wanted was to properly tell Aveline what he was feeling. But his nature of attempting to help without seeing the problem made things worse. And the next thing he knew, he and his girlfriend were crying, Aveline stomped out of his apartment, and both of them refused to talk to each other. The result from their spat left him restless. He couldn't sleep, much less function like he usually does. He also missed seeing Aveline smile. He missed her dry humor. Her pretty face. Her warm hugs. He missed her. And now he has to find her. The man sniffed and wiped his cheek with his damp sleeve. He turned the car on and drove out of the lot.
Connor drove down the street and made a right turn. He cursed in mother tongue from seeing a traffic jam right in front of him. He'll never be able to get home in time in case Aveline shows up! The man quickly got out of his lane and went in the opposite direction. It looks like he'll just have to take a detour. Connor pulled out his phone and dialed the number by heart. It went straight to voicemail. Groaning inwardly, the Mohawk Native left a message before setting the device back in its place. But unbeknownst to him, Connor didn't realize that his girlfriend was a vehicle away from him being stuck in traffic.
"Merde!" Getting stuck in this traffic is one of the last things she needs right now. Aveline groaned in irritation. Why can't she just go on her way in peace? She tried to look at her lock screen on her phone, but the clock and screensaver didn't appear. A flashing battery with hardly any energy appeared instead. The damn thing can barely stay charged!
The heiress plugged her phone to the mobile charger. Hopefully she can get some juice in soon. She turned up the radio to drown out the rain pelting on her car. Aveline exhaled in relief as traffic finally started to move. She went further down the street and turned multiple corners. She was getting closer to the building. That is, until she realized her car was moving slower and slower.
"No, no, no! Not now!" Aveline released a string of profanities while parking on the side of the street. She was only a few feet away from Connor's apartment's parking lot! She turned the car off before dragging her hands down her face and giving a small frustrated yell.
Why is this happening to her? Her car wasn't having this much problems before! Aveline couldn't help but allow some tears to fall. Everything sucked. She thought back to the previous days of where the argument between her and her boyfriend blew up in her face. Aveline remembered how she stormed out of Connor's place. She remembered how sick she felt when she got home. She remembered how she couldn't sleep nor eat. The guilt, frustration, and heartache wouldn't leave her alone. And the moment where she wants to apologize to Connor and make amends, the universe decides to turn its back on her?
Not only did Aveline want to make amends with Connor, she missed him. And really, she missed him. She missed seeing his handsome face. She missed how tightly he wraps his arms around her. She missed how his eyes light up from correctly guessing a word he told her in Mohawk. All she wanted was to be back with him. To make it up to him. But how can she when she's stuck here and he's not even home? While Aveline was busy self-loathing and figuring out her next step, Connor happened to drive past her and pulled into the parking lot.
Connor felt like he was at his wits' end. He tried calling Aveline three times and each call went straight to voicemail. He even called her parents and Patience and asked if they spoke to her. Patience admitted to speaking to Aveline earlier but neither Jeanne or Philip heard from their daughter for a day or two. He just felt...lost. And worried. He really didn't know what to do. Connor turned off his car and sighed. Maybe Aveline was in the middle of something and she couldn't get to her phone? Or did it die? Yeah. That was it. That had to be a good reason of why she wasn't answering his calls. The Mohawk Native shook his head. It was useless of trying to convince himself with those excuses just to feel better. He grabbed the bag of cold cakes and tried to hide them under his already soaked coat to the best of his ability. He jetted out of his car and straight into his apartment building. Damn. Even though it only took him three seconds to get inside the building, Connor got completely soaked again. He desperately needed to change into dry clothes before he comes down with something.
Outside, the de Grandpré heiress was able to calm herself down. She took another deep breath while fishing for her phone. A grin worked its way onto her face when she turned on her phone. The battery percentage was at thirty-nine percent. Just enough to make the phone calls she needs. Her hazel eyes widened when she gets notifications of several missed calls and a few voice messages. Her boyfriend called her three times, then Patience, and lastly her mother. Well, first thing's first, she needed to get a tow truck to come and get her car. While the tow truck was on its way, the woman proceeded to call her mother back first and then her best friend. The heiress made sure to ease their worries and hung up as soon as the conversation was finished. Before she could listen to the voice mails Connor left her, the tow truck company called her to let her know they were right behind her. They pulled in front of the car and began to do the work.
Aveline stepped outside despite not wanting to be pelted by the rain. The driver of the tow truck quickly asked for Aveline's information and told her that her car would be held at the auto shop. Aveline agreed and explained what happened with her car before it went out on her. The driver understood Aveline's situation and said that he'd call her when the car is fixed. The heiress thanked the men before booking it to Connor's apartment. As soon as she darted through the doors, Aveline took turns of breathing hard and sighing in relief at the fact that her car trouble will be taken cared of. Now she just needed to get to Connor.
The man upstairs was drying his hair with a towel. He already removed his soaked clothing and tossed them into a hamper. Luckily, laundry day was tomorrow. Connor sighed again in disappointment. He was just exhausted mentally and physically. Connor changed into a pair of thick sweatpants, debating on whether he should try to call Aveline again. He almost tripped stepping into the pant leg when he heard a loud rapping of knocks on his front door. The Mohawk Native clumsily pulled up his pants as he raced out of his bedroom to the front door. He hissed in pain from bumping his knee into the dining room table.
Aveline tried to keep her teeth from clattering, but the task seemed damn near impossible. Her body was shaking as an effect from being pelted by tiny ice daggers a few minutes earlier. She briefly knocked on the door a few times then went back to hugging herself to retain some kind of warmth. So far, nothing. Aveline knocked on the door again. Her confidence and faith was wavering with every second passing. The woman's shoulders slumped in disappointment and sadness. Tears prepared to leave hazel eyes but held their place when the front door clicked. Aveline shot her head up when she heard Connor's audible gasp.
"A-Aveline…" Both parties felt time stop. All they could do was stare at each other. Aveline thought her heart would stop from seeing her boyfriend wearing only his sweatpants. Connor thought his heart would implode just from seeing Aveline with his own two eyes.
"C-C-Connor…" Hearing Aveline say his name brought the Native out of his stupor. He quickly moved to the side and gestured the woman to enter his home.
Connor closed the door as soon as the shivering woman fully came inside. The silence was deafening. The tension was thick. Even a knife was afraid to cut between the pair. Luckily for Aveline, she started to shiver less and less thanks to the heat filling the place. Soft brown eyes gazed into pretty hazel gems. Neither one could move. Neither one could speak. All they can do was just stare at each other. Without thinking, Connor's eyes drank in Aveline's form. Her soaked clothes clung to her form. Her hair, despite being wet, became a little more curly to show its form reverting back to its natural state. Her brown skin seemed to...shimmer from the water droplets. Even though she got rained on and looked like she hasn't slept in days, Aveline looked positively stunning. Connor mentally kicked himself. This wasn't the right moment to get himself lost on how beautiful his girlfriend looked. He had to set things right.
"Aveline-"
"Connor-" Both of them paused when they heard each other speak. Connor attempted to talk again until Aveline's voice silenced him.
"Connor...I...wanted to tell you something…" Panic and anxiety danced in the man's stomach. He glanced down at the heiress' hands. Aveline always played with her pinky fingers when she was nervous. Hell, who wouldn't be at this given moment?
"So do I...But, you go first."
Aveline nodded. She took a deep breath before speaking her thoughts. "I...I wanted to apologize to you." Connor's eyes widened. "The words I said to you were unacceptable. It was not in my place to get upset at you and to storm out of the place. I should've thought about how my actions and my words would've affected you greatly. I...didn't let to you explain anything either." Aveline took another deep breath to keep her tears from falling. Several of them leak out of her eyes. She sniffled and tried to keep it together. "I let my foolish pride get the better of me. I wanted to be right. I wanted to get the last word in. And I…" The Afro-French woman wiped her eyes with her soaked sleeve. "I should've been more considerate of your feelings. And for that, I apologize. I apologize for not being considerate of your feelings. I apologize for talking over you. I apologize for storming out and for hurting you. I apologize to you, Connor Kenway."
The man was completely speechless. Aveline's heartfelt apology moved him to tearing up. He tried to look his girlfriend in the eye only to see that she was looking down.
"Aveline…" She didn't respond. "Aveline, look at me." Slowly, the woman raised her head and stared at the Mohawk Native. She sniffed again and wiped more tears. Connor took a deep breath this time as he tried to piece together his thoughts to say aloud. "You're not the only one who needs to make amends." That got her attention. "I apologize for my actions as well." Connor started to massage his hands to keep himself calm and steady. "I was also foolish with my words and actions. I was...I was trying so hard to diffuse the problem that would cause us to have an argument only to make things worse. I was so focused on trying to handle it at first glance, I ended up not listening to you. I was selfish." Aveline's eyes widened to see more tears running down Connor's face. "I hurt you with my selfishness. I wasn't considerate of your feelings either." Connor sniffed before taking another breath. He looked deeply into Aveline's eyes despite how blurry his vision became from the tears. "And for that, I apologize for not taking your feelings into consideration. I apologize for not listening to you. I apologize for making the situation worse because I refused to heed the problem because I did not want to fight with you. I apologize for making you go on a wild-goose chase to find me in the rain. I apologize to you Aveline de Grandpré." The man took one more deep breath. "Will you consider forgiving a fool like me?"
Aveline gave a watery chuckle. She gently reached out and sweetly wiped Connor's tears. He closed his eyes, getting lost at the feeling of the woman's soft yet ice cold fingers touching his face. Connor opened his eyes, seeing how close Aveline's face was to his.
"Only if you forgive a foolish woman like me."
Connor gave a bright smile. "I already have." His large hands took hold of the woman's face. Her skin was freezing to the touch. The Mohawk Native leaned forward and sweetly pressed his lips to Aveline's cheeks. He kissed every single tear away. He softly smiled from hearing Aveline's sugary giggle at each kiss. Soft brown eyes stared into hazel orbs. Both pairs of eyes closed when the couple let their foreheads touch. They stood there for a brief moment. The rain outside continued to pour like there was no tomorrow.
The moment was broken when Aveline slightly shivered. Being in those cold clothes for a long time can cause Aveline to catch something. And Connor really didn't want that to happen. He took his lover's hand and led her to his room.
"Go ahead and take those off. We can't have you getting sick." He looked through his drawers and found a pair of green sweatpants and a large brown shirt that had a picture of a gray bobcat preparing to hit a pair of bongos. Connor smiled when he heard Aveline laugh.
"You actually wear this? How come I've never seen it before?"
"Knowing you, you'd take it and wouldn't give it back. I'm still waiting for you to return my hoodie."
Aveline grinned. "Don't worry! I'll give it back when I get it from my place!"
Connor rolled his eyes in amusement as he searched for a shirt of his own. He pulled out a gray shirt that had an illustration of a chibi T'Challa being embarrassed by his younger sister Shuri from recording him for wearing a magical girl outfit that wasn't in his favorite color. Aveline's mouth dropped to the floor when she saw the shirt.
"I can't believe it! You actually kept and wear the gag shirt I got for you?"
"Of course I did! It's nice and comfy." Connor puts on the shirt while exiting the room. He walked to the bathroom and shut the door. He ran his hands down his face and breathed deeply. This whole day was taxing. He went from searching for his girlfriend to having her show up at his apartment to having an apology session to being on good terms with her again all in one day. And yet...he was happy that this entire ordeal happened.
Connor felt his eyes grow hot again. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his face. He blew his nose into it before throwing the used napkin into the trash. Soft brown eyes stung with mild intensity. He'll just have to take something after he eats. Connor reached for a dark red towel from the closet as well as a comb and silk bonnet. He knew Aveline's hair would get dry quickly so he had to get to work.
Inside Connor's bedroom, Aveline attempted to clean her face with some tissues from his dresser. She looked in the mirror, wincing at her reflection. Her poor eyes were somewhat red but puffy. That's what happens when one cries from a heartfelt confession. But if anything, she was elated that this entire emotional situation was out of the way. She sighed while putting her soaked clothes into the hamper. Her ears perked up from hearing the bathroom door open.
"You coming?"
The woman followed her lover into the living room. She loved how simple, yet a little lavish the living room was. Hazel eyes glanced at the pictures and the decorations of the Kanien'kehá:ka tribe. Connor sets the comb and bonnet down on the coffee table and turns on the tv. He then turns to Aveline and places the towel over her shoulders. He sweetly kisses her nose before guiding her to sit in between the coffee table and couch. Connor sits on the couch first before bringing Aveline down in between his thighs. His large fingers gently massaged Aveline's temples. The man's heart thumped rapidly in his chest when he heard his lover's moan. He continued massaging for a few minutes before stopping to pick up the comb. The Mohawk Native moved Aveline's head to rest on his thigh and began to comb through her damp locks.
Aveline was stunned. How and when did Connor know how to take care of her hair? She could feel him parting her natural curls into parts. She then felt gentle but firm tugs going in several directions. After combing through each part, Connor braided the curly hair into platts. It didn't take too long before Connor added the final touch: putting the silk bonnet onto his girlfriend's head. He made sure each platt was under the silk material. Once he was done, Connor lifted up Aveline's head to kiss her bonnet, her forehead, and then her nose. He felt her slightly cold hands grip his face. The heiress brought Connor's head down further and finally met his lips with hers.
A surge of fire shot through the lovers. Their lips parted and met again. Aveline parted their lips once more and just stared into Connor's soft brown eyes. She felt her own eyes tear up. She didn't care that her tears fell.
"Je vous ai manqué!" Aveline felt calloused warm fingers wipe away the drops of water. She felt Connor stroke her cheeks before releasing her face.
The Mohawk Native used a bit of strength to lift Aveline off of the floor. He gently brought her into his arms and squeezed tightly. He buried his face into the woman's neck and breathed deeply. The lingering scent of warm vanilla sugar and cinnamon filled his nostrils. Oh how he loved that scent! His heart tugged when he felt Aveline lace her fingers with his. A lone tear fell from his eye.
"I thought I'd lose you…" The Afro-French woman felt her heart swell from understanding what Connor said in his mother tongue. She gently pried her boyfriend's hands off her body. Aveline turned around and straddled Connor's waist. She sweetly took his face into her hands. Large, calloused palms held the smaller pair.
"Connor...I'm so sorry…"
"As am I." He gently brought Aveline's hands to his lips and kissed them. "I did not want to hurt you. And I did. And I don't want us to have another fight like this again."
Aveline kissed his forehead and then his large nose. "And so we won't." She then rubbed somewhat large nose with Connor's. "I promise to not speak over you and to hear you out from now on. And I promise not to say hurtful words when I am angry."
Connor brought his girlfriend's hands back to his face then let his palms rest on her waist. "And I vow to not jump the gun of trying to resolve a problem only to make things worse. And I also vow to listen to you to find out why you're upset and how we can work through it without exchanging foul words." Connor smiled from hearing Aveline giggle from him pinching her waist.
"And how can we seal these promises?"
Connor chuckled knowing where this was going. "I can think of a few ways."
Aveline giggled again before gently pressing her lips to her lover's. She couldn't help but moan from feeling the softness of Connor's lips. Her hands travelled to the man's hair, relishing the softness of each strand. Aveline's heart picked up the pace from hearing Connor's moan of pleasure. She parted their lips again before kissing them. A shiver tickled her spine when Connor boldly wrestled his tongue with hers. Damn. This man sure knows how to please! The Native glided one hand up Aveline's back. She moaned against his lips, making Connor swell with pride. He wasn't touching Aveline's skin but the friction of the shirt he gave her sent sparks into his fingertips. The couple separated from each other to take several deep breaths. Connor attempted to kiss his girlfriend again until he heard a rumbling noise. It happened again after a few seconds. The lovers' eyes widened when the source of the rumbling came from Aveline's stomach. Connor snickered as Aveline groaned and buried her face in her boyfriend's neck. Now the whole moment was ruined.
Connor moved his hands south and gripped his girlfriend's thighs a bit tightly. He rose from the couch with ease and walked to the kitchen. He gently sat Aveline down on the kitchen counter and gave her a small kiss.
"You in the mood for anything?"
Still embarrassed a bit, Aveline shook her head. She didn't know what she really wanted. She was so busy trying to find Connor that she didn't even think about food. Aveline looked around to see if there's anything out she could try to eat. Her eyes looked on the counter on the other side of the kitchen and spotted a paper bag with the coffee shop's logo.
"You bought something from the shop?"
Connor looked behind him, surprised that he forgot all about the caked Terry gave him. "I forgot about these! Terry gave them to me. Said that I needed them a lot more than he did."
Aveline smiled and pushed her boyfriend back gently. "I'll put some tea on. Do you have anything to make finger sandwiches with?" She looked through a cabinet and pulled out a kettle. She ran the water and rinsed the kettle before adding more water to boil.
Connor looked into his fridge and grabbed several items. "It's not a lot but it'll do." He sets the ingredients down and washed his hands. He grabs a knife and goes to work on fixing their food.
Connor was glad Aveline taught him how to make some of her favorite snacks. Some of them grew to be his favorite too. He was trying to cut the sandwiches in smaller triangles but ceased when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his torso. A small smile worked its way into the Native's face when he felt Aveline snuggle into his back. He finished slicing the sandwiches and wiped his hands. Large calloused fingers laced with smaller ones. The man sighed in content then brought one of Aveline's hands to kiss it.
"You're so nice to hold."
The comment made Connor chuckle. "That's what I'm supposed to say to you."
A high-pitched tune coming from the kettle interrupted the couple's intimate moment. As much as the heiress didn't want to, she released her hold and reached the cabinet and pulled out two coffee mugs. She then grabbed two tea bags from a box and put them in the mugs.
"I'll meet you in there. Give me a minute okay?" Connor kissed Aveline's cheek and left with the food. He sets the goodies down on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch. Channels on the television bounced around and stopped on a movie beginning to play.
Footsteps emerged from the kitchen, signifying the Mohawk Native that Aveline was finished preparing the teas. The woman gives Connor his mug before she sat down next to him. Connor drapes an arm around Aveline and laid her head on his shoulder. He sweetly kissed her silk bonnet before turning his attention to the screen.
"I still can't believe you like this movie."
Aveline grinned. "You can't beat the classics!"
"Yeah but Mortal Kombat? You can't get a cheesier movie than that."
Aveline popped a piece of caramel cake in her mouth. "And yet, you still enjoy it."
Soft brown eyes rolled in amusement. "You got me there."
A series of minutes passed on as the movie progressed. All of the food was consumed as well as the teas. Aveline felt herself nodding off and constantly tried to keep herself awake. Connor was faring better than the heiress but he knew he was close to fading as well. He rose from his spot to clean up the mess. Once he was done, he came back to the living room and turned the lamp off. Connor took the blanket made by his mother from the top of the couch and draped it around Aveline. He laid back on the couch pillow and beckoned his girlfriend to join him. The woman yawned as she laid down on top of her boyfriend with her head on his chest. She could feel her eyelids dropping with every second of the movie passing by. Aveline didn't even realize she was asleep. She didn't even hear Connor say "Je t'aime" nor did she feel him kiss her bonnet one more time before he drifted off to sleep.
The outside world was bright. Though the roads wet and the air was a bit stuffy, the people appreciated the sunlight beaming down on them. Although, not everyone was delighted to have the sunlight return. The rays of the sun pried through the blinds of an apartment. They poked the closed eyes of Connor, urging him to awaken. And the urging seemed to have worked. He groaned while blinking to gather his bearings. He was still exhausted after the wild-goose chase to find his lover and making emotional amends with her. Not to mention being restless and stressed from having that fallout with her to begin with. Connor rubbed his eye and yawned. He felt the weight on his body move and being lifted. Aveline sat up while rubbing her eyes, mumbling in French about how annoyed she was to be awakened. Her boyfriend sat up and stretched his arms to the ceiling until a satisfying pop cracked in his back.
"Good morning." He softly said in Mohawk.
Aveline smiled despite being tired. "Bonjour."
"Still tired I see."
The woman nodded sleepily. "Stupid sun. Can't it come out some other time so I can sleep some more?"
Connor merely chuckled before kissing his girlfriend's forehead. "Believe it or not, I'm still tired as well." He yawned again while rising from the couch. He extended his hand to Aveline for her to take. The woman took Connor's hand and was led to his bedroom.
Connor made sure that all of the blinds in his room were closed. He made sure that the curtains wouldn't allow any ray of sunlight to bleed through. Aveline closed the door behind her before making herself get comfortable in the large bed. The Mohawk Native finished the deed and got in the bed beside Aveline. He laid down first before bringing the heiress down with him. He wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed her bonnet. Connor delicately fixed the bonnet a bit when he saw a few of Aveline's platts peeking from under the cloth. She softly smiled from the contact. It didn't take too long for Aveline to fall asleep again. Connor gave a soft smile. He watched this beautiful woman getting the rest she deserves. Her soft snores sounded like a sweet lullaby to Connor's ears. Within moments, Connor drifted to sleep peacefully with Aveline in his arms with a wish to not have such an explosive argument with her again. He'd rather lose that than to lose her.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL YA'LL! Last year was wild huh? And it's gonna get as wild again lol. I've really been envisioning this one-shot for a while and I'm finally able to get it done and have it published! Although, when I first started it out, it was kinda hard to really work with. Like, I did get somewhere but it just didn't flow at all. So I started over with a different document and then BAM here it is! This was kind of a work out to get out because all I did was work during my Christmas break. At least I got paid lol. Anyway, THIS MONTH IS MY BIRTHDAY MONTH! I LEVEL UP ON JANUARY 26TH! Overall, I did have fun and enjoyed making this one-shot for the series. My personal touches in this one-shot were of course the silk bonnet, the bongo bobcat, and the chibi T'Challa and Shuri shirt design. As a black girl myself, taking care of our hair is super important. Silk bonnets help protect our hair from getting damaged and keeps our hair from getting dry. As for the bongo bobcat, Bongo Cat was a super popular meme and I thought, why not? I actually envisioned Aveline to wear it while Connor wears the chibi T'Challa and Shuri shirt. The chibi T'Challa and Shuri idea was actually inspired by an artist on Tumblr that I don't remember that made T'Challa be embarrassed when Shuri made him wear Mew Mew Ichigo's magical girl outfit. It's pretty cute and hilarious xD . To be honest, I honestly can't wait to add more to this series. I have at least five different one-shot ideas for it. Now I just gotta sit down and actually write them out. And for those who don't know, Terry is actually Kanen'tó:kon. I gotta learn how to be flexible with the names and all. In any case, I hope you enjoyed this piece! Please leave some good reviews to let me know if my spelling or grammar is off! Stay safe and stay warm Angels! Happy reading everyone! :)
French Translations:
Salut? = Hello?
Non = No
Au revoir mon ami! = Bye my friend!
Merde! = Shit!
Je vous ai manqué! = I've missed you!
Bonjour = Good morning