Aarmau | Love Me
Word Count: 1097

(Gunna try doing QOTD like LukaItsumiAQUA cuz I really love the idea and I want more interaction with you guys! Let me know what you think?) Not that I post every day cuz I suck... Thanks for putting up with my BS. 🤙

QOTD: Favorite Ice cream flavor?
(Let's start simple before I start shipping and fandom fights in the comments 👌)

Stole this idea from a Pinterest OTP prompt
M Y S T R E E T   A L T E R N A T E
A P H M A U P O V

The first thing I noticed as I got out of the car was how cold it was.

It was midday but it was also October, as evident by the frost still glistening on Aaron and I's grassy lawn that would soon die off for winter.

Thankfully I didn't have to fumble for my keys as I normally did, and unlocked the door with refreshing ease.

"Hey, I'm ho-"

Aaron cut me off with a waving motion from the couch, putting his finger to his lips as a way to tell me to be quiet. I nodded, knowing immediately it was a business call with his dad when he turned away from me, holding his phone a good distance from his ear as a loud voice bellowed through.

I couldn't pick out any solid words but if his sour look was any indication, he was annoyed by the topic.

He's been working from home lately, helping Melissa with her job at the Lycan Corp. Not that she ever needed the help, but they spent more time together as siblings and he got a pay much more generous than the Kawaii~Treat Maid~Sweet cafe could offer.

Neither of us have had it easy because of expenses, bills, and keeping the cafe running. We're popular, but we still had debt to pay back from the initial opening.

I just finished a 7 hour shift, and Aaron knew they were tough on me because I've always hated sedentary jobs. My ideas for the future involve going back to college for either a medical doctorate or teaching degree (and I hate school).

Aaron would help me through every bit of it, I know, but I wasn't fully sure of my future yet other than those "ideas" (and we have enough stress as it is without student loans) so I was stuck serving customers, putting in orders, or running the front of house. I've even cleaned dishes and tables on slow days.

Needless to say, I was exhausted beyond words.

"Dad, I-"

I dropped my purse by the door with little care, tossing my keys into the dish on the small side table. My shoes, jacket, and jewelry come off soon enough.

Finally, I settled on Aaron's lap with my legs to his sides and hands on his shoulders.

"No, dad! I never-" Derek cut him off again, obviously aggravated. Looks like it wasn't the active Ultima gene that caused rage, especially because Aaron was rarely angry enough to yell.

He gave me an apologetic look, finally able to get some words in as I waited impatiently.

"Dad, I'm not going to take over the company! This isn't what I want to do with my life, ok? I'm only working with Melissa to spend time with my sister! I-"

I interrupted him this time as I began tracing the edge of his jaw. He barely noticed at first, but when I moved my fingers down his neck and almost under his shirt, he looked to see me biting my lip and fell silent.

He swallowed to compose himself, but didn't get to speak again as his dad continued.

"Aaron, this is a family company! It goes to you and Melissa both when your mother and I are gone!"

Aaron took the phone lightly away from his ear to growl, and I caught a glimpse of his eyes changing color. Thankfully, I only saw a dark maroon rather than the bright red and orange I've been warned about.

Still, I took precaution and didn't look him in the eye.

Rather, I pressed my lips to his jaw.

With the phone still away from his head, he exhaled. I felt his arm circle my waist, trapping me into his warmth. Not that I minded.

His shoulders sagged, releasing tension in his spine and his eyes calming. I couldn't see them, but I know him well enough to be able to read his emotion through body language.

My lips followed the shape of his jaw, soon following with the muscles in his neck and collarbone and back up.

I started soft but added enough pressure to make me desirable. . . and teasing.

He shifted his position on the couch cushions, obviously antsy with my attempts.

"Aaron? Aaron! Are you there? Listen to me!"

Clearing his throat, he responded as I continued the onslaught on his neck. "Yeah, dad, I uh- I'm here."

"Good. Now, you have to come in to the meeting next week so we can make this final-"

"What! Dad! I never agreed to this! I-"

I bit the skin of his neck, alerting him of his eyes. His posture has stiffened again, and while I loved making him pay attention to me, that was only half my goal at the moment.

He let out a shaky breath to calm himself as he realized this wouldn't be resolved quickly.

"Dad. I'm not going to that meeting. I don't have to do anything, and I'm not a child you can push around anymore!"

"Aaron, you are a Lycan! You've always known your responsibilities, and you choose now to refuse them?"

"I've always refused! You've never asked what I wanted to do! You always-"

I switched to the other side of his neck to tell him delicately that he still had to watch himself.

"Look dad, I have to go. Bye."

I barely had time to register what he said as he hung up hastily and pulled me into a passionate kiss square on the lips.

Kissing back, I grabbed his buzzing phone (his dad calling again) and pushed it off the couch which earned me a satisfying clatter.

He pulled away too soon, looking at me with his wild, dark eyes. They weren't red, but they held enough emotion to be something different. Frustration, desire, annoyance, passion, and dissipating anger.

"There. Happy now?"

I only smirked and kissed him again.

After a few minutes, he flipped me onto the couch so he was on top.