This is an old story that was polished up by my Best Fanfiction ad Real Life Friend. I loveher love her, she's like a sister to me. So thanks. And, uh, well, it is not the best story I had, but who will judge?

I didn't even tense up when I saw the lasers glow a bright red. Probably the only thing keeping me from my prize.

I expertly went through the lasers without a single flaw. But I stopped midway; one foot on one side of the laser and one on the other. I was bent down, my long hair centimeters away from touching it.

I slowly push the button answering the call that I just received. A smooth, and angered voice rang through the small device. "Where the heck are you?" I continued my previous task," I was about to get the object that seems to be the holder of other people's affection. How about you?"

"Don't get smart with me, little girl."

"Last time I checked I was taller than you, midget."

You could tell he was having a hard time not to yell," just get the object and get out."

"Who am I to complain, your majesty?" I hung up and I looked at the object I had got to during that conversation, and grabbed it. I put the queer object into my bag and left. I walked out casually feeling good with myself. I was almost at the exit when a hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Hello, miss. Why is such a lovely young lady leaving this early without a date? Or a ring on that finger?"

I put on my best smile," I am feeling a bit tired. My boyfriend didn't have time."

"Oh. Do you think he will mind if I keep you for a little while longer? Just for one dance?"

I didn't get a chance to answer because of a voice that I have come to love, growled."Yes. He would." I shuddered, he knows what his growling does to me! I felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me out the door.

Once out he lead me to his bike and into a rough, possessive, demanding, and searing kiss. "Mine." After all these years he still makes me weak in the knees.

I leaned on him for support,"Yours. All yours." It was barely audible. He nodded once and gave me his helmet. I put it on and hopped on behind him. Holding on tight. I knew I didn't have to, he would never let me fall, but it gives me an excuse to tease him. He growled and sped off. Well let's just say we had fun that night.

My name is Piper McLean and my boyfriend is the one and only, Ares. A.K.A., God of War, the former, vulgar and toughest gangster ever to live.

Short, yes. Getting longer soon, double yeah.