Jace didn't have much to say when both me and Aramis asked him about it. We didn't mention that we were there that day in the forest, but we did make it known that we knew that he was a Werewolf and that Flint was his brother. A fact he didn't seem to put too much thought into thinking about, and did cause Victoria to flinch in a most curious manner as she looked to see his reaction.

As always he seemed relatively calm and relaxed. If there was any inner monologue that could clue us in to what he was actually thinking; he wasn't showing it. He apologised to Victoria for not letting her know sooner, and apparently; already knew she was a Witch, but that whole thing seemed to smooth over rather quickly, and the two were back to just barely keeping their hands off of each other. Even if I had more questions. Things just weren't adding up.

What confuses me even more; is that I don't even doubt Jace or his honesty. He just didn't seem the type to bother. In fact, I was under the strong assumption that he was just far too lazy to do much of anything. Which made it a wonder his body was in such great, cut, shape as it was.

Aramis' rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb in a comforting manner, clearly able to tell that I was dissatisfied with the answers, or lack there of, I was given. I smiled happily at the contact, feeling myself relax.

It was getting late. The temperature dropping so that even the heat of the food stands began to gently waft with coils of steam, and I couldn't help but feel a certain ache around my eyes as they grew tired. But I was more than happy to fight off whatever tiredness came my way, if it meant I could spend more time with Aramis, wishing that the night would never end.

But like all things; it did. We piled into Victoria's car, the windows fully rolled down to allow the midnight air, cool and fresh, to pass by in whips and streams. It was comforting as I let my arm hang out the side of the vehicle, and with Aramis clutching my other hand in his lap, what more could I ask for? Well... There was plenty I could ask for, if I was honest... But not yet. I wasn't ready.

We all exited the car as it pulled up outside Tithe Manor. Victoria giggling, as Jace chased her to the front door. She hung on to the door frame as he nipped and kissed at her neck, and she looked towards us both.

"Are you guys coming in, or are you going to let the warmth out the house?" She shouted back, and I glared at her, shushing loudly. The last thing I wanted was for her to wake the entire house with her shenanigans.

The figure behind me, became all the more present in my consciousness and I felt a heat rise up in my cheeks at what she was suggesting. A lump made of pure nervousness, formed in my throat, only made all the more obvious to me by the heave of my heart that seemed to vibrate in violent echoes throughout all my limbs. I turned, facing Aramis.

"Y-you can come in if you want... Maybe for a drink?" I stuttered, clearing my throat when the sudden thought came over me that I hope he didn't think I meant blood. He placed a comforting hand on my shoulders, and my knees threatened to buckle beneath me.

Warmth, and need, crossed blades of fire with the venomous knives of sheer nerves. Of course I'd thought about it. Sex with Aramis. I thought about it too often to count. Some would say too much. His touch was already intoxicating to the point where my skin oxidized upon contact. Igniting with fire, and electricity in a union of static and starlight. And that was just through clothes.

In my imagination, I am strong, and confident. I am sexy and attractive, and all the things I could ever hope to be. We meet as equals in the passionate throes of splendour. Like warriors on the battle field we would trade for that last hope of a good death. It would be glorious, and orgasmic. New constellations would form. Galaxies and infinities pulled into existence with just a smattering of stardust to light their way.

Yet here I am. None of those things. A quivering mess, unable to form sentences when the mere thought is even hinted at aloud, and I am sunken in shame. Swallowed whole by its desolate maw. Swaddled in its heavy, guilt-ridden, shawl.

"It's alright, I should head home!" Aramis shouted over my shoulder. I looked up to Aramis. Did he know how I felt? Was he offended my offer didn't sound all that sincere? Was this where he finally loses interest, after chasing for too long, something that is wickedly just out of reach?

"Lame" I heard Victoria reply, before continuing with her laughter. The door slammed closed as the pair fell into the house as a bundle of limbs and lips. I winced at the loud bang. Someone most certainly heard that.

Aramis caught my attention once again, as I looked up at him. Digging through the veils of his eyes for any slither of disappointment or disdain. Imagine my confusion when I found none. Just the swell of his pupils as they looked into my eyes. There was that curious look again. A glimmer of warmth, spiking defiantly from the inky void. He was smiling complacently, which confused me more, and I scrunched my face up, pushing his chest away in frustration.

Why? Impossible for him to like me. I'm so.. Pathetic... A charity case that's it... He pities me...

"Avery? Is everything alright?" He asked, that same concern he displayed earlier was now like a knife to my throat. Threatening to slit me open with it's sincerity.

"Yeah... I'm fine, honest" I lied, swallowing that lump in my throat as the false strength in my back, pulled my shoulders and head up to look at him.

"I really enjoyed tonight. Ya know... Despite what happened and all" He said, he stepped a bit closer. Ever so cautiously, with an uncertainty that hurt me more than I expected it would. He placed a hand on my shoulder once again. Rubbing it comfortingly, and once again I felt myself melt. A threatening bubble of tears threatened to overflow my eyes, and they stung when I fought them back. I was confused, and tired, and utterly unsure why I was suddenly having this influx of emotions like this.

"Me too..." I whispered, and that was it. He pulled me into a tight hug. His muscular frame, enveloping me until all I could see, all I could hear, all I could smell: was him. A broken breath escaped my mouth, and it's shakiness caused an anger, directed at myself, to spike viciously.

Yet held me he still did. He didn't move as I clutched on to the small of his back feeling him push up against me, and pull me into him. Like there was no such word as distance. It was a muted eternity, until finally. There it was. A light, that comforted me as I took another deep sigh inwards. His presence filling me up to my entirety with a strange sense of wholeness that I didn't ever want to let go. My hands reached up to his shoulder blades, as I found a happy little hum escape my throat and bury itself in his chest. Like someone had turned the music on inside of me, and it had to be free.

With my eyes closed, I reached up and placed a kiss on his lips. There was no time for doubt to crudely step in the way, as he reciprocated immediately. Pressing his mouth against mine, a gentle, yet strong hand, cupped the back of my head. A cautious set of fingers, snaking through my hair in a manner that sent a trickle of shivers, racing down my back, as his tongue lapped at my bottom lip. Begging, and pleading for entrance which I readily gave. I sucked on his lower lip, pulling it into my mouth with my teeth, while my hands searched greedily underneath the soft, yet taut, skin underneath his shirt.

He hissed at the coldness of my fingers, giggling as our lips separated. Our foreheads touching, as I breathed heavily. Bundling my hands in to his shirt, I could smell the sweetness of his hot breath, cascading over my cheeks.

Aramis gripped both of my wrists, bringing them up to his smiling mouth, and kissing my palms. Left, right, then left again, before kissing my lips again, and resting his forearms on either of my shoulders.

"You really are magic" He grinned in a pleasing manner.

"Ha, you haven't seen anything yet..." I replied, immediately cringing at the words that had come out of my mouth. I blushed heavily as he tilted his head back in a laugh.

His thumb stroked my bottom lip, before he kissed me once again, his hand holding my jaw.

"I'll text you later" His voice seemed to trail off into a mere echo caught on a hushed breeze, and when I opened my eyes once more, they found nothing but air. Just me, with a goofy grin plastered on my face, and a burning brightness in my chest. It was like he reached out, through whatever blackened abyss my mind had swallowed me into, and flicked a switch. Turning on a light, that buzzed happily throughout my body. What was this that I was now feeling?

A/N: Hey guys me again.  A little shorter this time, but don't worry. Big things are happening soon. VERY soon. I promise!
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