Things were weird. One would say working for vampires is weird but it was just weird.
It started when Master Aro began to haunt her steps, she was used to the oddness of Master Aro but this was an odd that she didn't know how to accept. Then there was Master Marcus, ever since he wigged out on her and bolted from her house that night. He has been moved from this soft presence to a strong presence in her life. It was like a fire was driving him forward and she was unfortunately in the path of the train.
It was presently closing time at the Volturi castle for the mortal accountant as most in the coven had come to begin to call her. It seemed that the secretary title was a title that all of the women seemed to never graduate from. As she turned off her monitor, she looked up at the clock and smiled.
By this time, Emaline would be with "Auntie Heidi" and Jane for the evening. Heidi claimed it was girl time but both women knew that they would bring Emaline fully out of her funk. The serious yet child-like vampire would tell Emaline like it was and that would be that. There was no middle or grey ground with Jane.
The question now posed to her as she walked along the path to her house.
What on earth would she be doing this evening?!
As she opened the door, she turned on the soft lights in her house before kicking off her shoes and headed to the kitchen. She turned on her radio to play her iPod on shuffle, a hop in her step when she heard "The Way You Look Tonight" by Maroon 5 come on. It would seem, as she reached her fridge, that tonight would be a frozen pizza, Lord of the Rings and Peroni.
A perfect night indeed!
She grinned and jogged up the stairs to her room to get her comfy clothes on! Mom Date commences!
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It was still early evening when he left the castle, no clear direction in his thoughts, an odd thing to happen to him. When he realized where he was going, he had to chuckle to himself as he ascended the stairs to come to the front door of the quaint house.
He could hear the upbeat music from inside the house and shook his head once more. It would seem that there was fun to be had this evening in the Maeler household. A delicate hand rose slowly to knock on the door in front of him, leading to a loud thump behind the door, a few choice words and a shuffle of quick feet.
The door was quickly thrown open to reveal the petite woman in fitting grey yoga pants and a tight black tank top. Her normally kept hair was thrown up in a messy bun with arrogant strands escaping their confines. The rose on her cheeks and the tangy smell of alcohol was in the air.
"The Beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aide!" She cried out before she opened her eyes fully to see who was visiting her. "Shit!"
Before he could reply, the door was slammed in his face. He could hear her talking to herself as he was sure she was cleaning like a mad woman. After a few moments of chucking the young woman, she once more opened the door with the normal decorum he was regularly used too.
"Master Aro," she started as she caught her breath, before she kicked something behind the door sharply while still watching him, "Would you like to come in?"
He didn't reply, just side stepped her invitation and glided into the quant house. He stood in the foyer before turning into the kitchen and seating himself at the table in the cozy kitchen. She closed the door and came to stand in the doorway of the kitchen, watching him carefully as he watched her.
"Be at ease Mia Cara, come sit with me." He gestured her to sit at the table with him with a flourish of his hand. He watched her carefully as she slowly came to sit across from him.
The rosiness of her cheeks from the alcohol and embarrassment was quite fetching for a mortal. He always tried to remember what it felt like to blush and was quite jealous of humans for this endearing trait. After a few silent moments, with just the music from the movie playing in the background he took stock of the kitchen around him. There was a bottle opener and a rapidly warming bottle of Peroni on the counter across from the table.
"It seems that I have interrupted you from your refreshment. Will you not drink it? I do not want to disturb your evening."
"Oh no, drinking around you would be a horrible decision, Master Aro."
A playful look appeared across his face as he tilted his head and looked at her briefly, "Perchè dovrebbe essere la mia cara? (Why would that be my dear?)
"Goodness between you, Emaline and Master Marcus, I will have no idea what the three of you are saying to me?! Quite possibly conspiring your plans against me in the darkness!"
"Such intrigue and all in one evening, I must provide refreshments such as these often! Perhaps you will be free in your speech and thoughts more often." Aro supplied, playing with the woman in front of him.
"Oh trust me it isn't just the beer!" She heard herself reply before her mind clicked fully. She could feel her cheeks heat up immediately and there was suddenly nothing in her brain. No witty comeback, nothing. Jennifer didn't know what was going to happen. She was pretty sure that she just hit on her boss. Her three thousand year old vampire boss to be exact, knowing Master Aro, there was no telling what was in his head.
Aro watched with widened eyes as the woman practically jumped from her chair and fled to the counter to open the bottle. It was then that he noticed that the lovely hair that he witnessed was once more trapped in the tight bun. This would not do at all.
She fumbled with the bottle before it opened, the bottle cap flying towards the wall. She was lifting the bottle to her lips, maybe she had an IV somewhere. That would be faster. If she was drinking, she wasn't talking. As she lifted the bottle slowly, she felt it or rather she saw it.
There they were, two perfectly manicured hands resting on either side of her body. Those hands that could tear the counter top in two were resting dangerously close to her waist. She could feel the fabric of his suit and the hardness of his form behind her.
"What on Earth was he doing?!"
Aro could feel the woman in front of him begin to shake slightly. Out of Fear, Out of desire, he didn't know. At this current moment he didn't care either. His movements weren't sloppy or hurried as he snaked one of his hands up her form to the tight bun resting on her neck. With a swift and gentle movement, he released the hair from its prison and let the soft strands fall in heavy layers.
Jennifer was as still as could before she felt the ghost of his fingertips drag slowly up her exposed back to rest on the nape of her neck. Her stupid alcohol induced body let out a full body shake that wouldn't seem to stop and she drew in seriously shaky breath. Not knowing what on earth was happening she did what any sane woman would do.
She raised the beer to her lips and seriously drank almost half of it in one chug. Not lady like but there was currently nothing that would top good ole liquid courage.
It was good that she did because when he felt those "ghost" hands on her waist start to apply pressure, turning her to face him, she could feel her breath and her body shake. She knew he could feel it and she didn't even want to think what he was smelling, thank whatever god was out there he couldn't see what she was thinking
Aro closed his eyes when he touched the fevered skin and her thoughts flooded into his brain. It was at that moment that he applied more pressure and turned her completely into his body. He watched the crown of her head for a second before he lifted her face to look into those embarrassed, confused and enchanting eyes.
"Aprite gli Occhi. (Open your eyes)"
When she opened her eyes at his command he made the move he has wanted to make for years. Aro swept her lips into quite possibly the hottest kiss she has ever received. He kissed her like she was going to fade away and never return. Those deadly hands tugged on her hairs while the rest of his body held her perfectly still, exactly where he wanted her. She didn't know if it was the Peroni or the pizza but her hands had a mind of their own as they reached between them and she began to attack the buttons on his jacket and vest, not stopping his attack on her lips and now neck, he let the jacket slide of his toned arms to fall on the floor.
Aro was on a mission, he realized with all certainty that this woman was going to scream his name many times before this night was over. He quickly slid the small top off her body and onto the counter, bringing a shaky moan. Deciding that he liked this, he unclasped the bra she was wearing in the front and let the breasts that he envisioned fall rest in his hands.
Everything stilled in the tiny kitchen for a moment when those talented lips enclosed over one of her hardened nipples. The sharp intake of breath and when she arched her body into him, quickly broke some of his iron clad control. In a flurry of movements, he moved her to that tiny kitchen table. He looked down at her and trailed his lips, his tongue and those hands down her body!
My god those hands!
It wasn't until he reached the waist of her pants and he let her in on exactly what was about to happen on her table by grinding hard into her center. He was pulling down her pants slowly while she worked much faster on the buttons of the luxurious shirt he was wearing. The shaking from fear stopped long ago and was replaced by an entirely different shaking.
Aro was rewarded with a breathy moan and yet another full body arch once he removed those grey pants from her shapely legs. He pulled her legs open for him and slid her towards his body in one sharp tug. Her body was hot and slightly reddened for him. He had to close his eyes when he felt her for the first time, warm and slick and ready. He leaned forward onto her naked body as he dipped his fingers close to her center, teasing that spot that he knew would drive her wild for him.
"Ci si sente come il fuoco(You feel like fire)"
Jennifer didn't know how and when he removed the rest of his clothes, she didn't care about tomorrow morning, all she wanted was for him to ….
Her eyes opened to look into eerie black eyes hovering over her form, his softened head pressed into her folds as he leaned down and began to sink into her body. She cried out when she felt him meet resistance, looking up at the ceiling of her kitchen with those deadly teeth so close to her neck.
"Mi vuoi sentire il mio amore? Come io sono pronto per te. (Do you feel me my love? How ready I am for you.)"
"Oh MY G …!" Her thoughts ceased when the movement stopped and he kissed her briefly before she ran her fingers up his back, trying to push him back into action, the movements making his back arch sharply …
"What are you doing, Mother?" He whispered in her ear.
Jennifer froze as she looked up at him, before slamming back to reality quickly. Above her was her daughter, watching her laying on the floor with a full .. empty .. 6 pack of Peroni laying near her on the floor.
"Umm .. taking stock .. of Peroni." Jennifer said, getting up slowly not watching her daughter. "We are out by the way! I'll get on that tomorrow."
Emaline looked at her mom before smiling, "Lord of the Rings tomorrow?"
Jennifer turned to look at her Emaline, a smile on her face and happiness in her eyes. "You're back!" She swept her daughter in a hug before letting go quickly, the room spinning slightly. "Love you! But mommie is going now! Lesson for you for this evening: Peroni is a very evil thing!"
Emaline barely got her to a chair before she passed out at the table, a big smile on her face. Emaline brought a blanket in from the living room and covered her up before leaving with a smile.
"I wonder if Master Aro knows …."
Author Note: So this story is M rated for a reason and I had a few Peroni's this evening so I decided to have some fun. Sorry for the delay but I kinda found a bit of a gap in my story so I am trying to clear it up. I hope this chapter was good. Have a great night! Let me know you thoughts!
UPDATE" Chapter Edited. MaM
