It was Thursday, two days after the talk had taken place, and Victoria had scarcely left my side save for the scrutinous hours of sleep, and her work time. She'd float merrily through my bedroom door humming complacently like a spirit locked in a monotonous and bright chain of rhythm. She'd make me laugh and spoil sordid secrets of work place gossip;

"There he was! Legs spread, bent over the box of adult science fiction, getting railed by Jeremy like it was nobodies business. He was all like "Hey baby, I love you" and he was like "Where are we?" That's how Janine tells it anyway and she apparently was the one that found them, and of course ratted them out, like the snitchy little bitch she is. Either way neither of them work there any more..."

She would do all this while running her fingers through my hair, my head rested upon her lap as she laid healing spells across my face.

Her demeanour had rapidly changed, and I had been thankful for it. While in the beginning, after learning what had happened, she was an unbridled force of vengeance and fury. Auntie Janet was worked to the bone removing, interrupting, or convincing otherwise, whatever spell work Victoria tried to attempt in her moments of blinded rage. But like all storms; it passed. The tempestuous sea becoming a calm and soothing creek instead.

My face looked a lot better than it did before thanks to the bath and Victoria's attention. It wasn't entirely healed, and still looked swollen in some areas. The bruising was for the most part gone, but it would be a few weeks for my teeth to return. I wasn't entirely without teeth though, at a cursory glance you'd barely notice where the odd one had been "popped" out by a wickedly strong hand.

After downright forcing me to swallow some kind of soup, despite my protest to the capability to chew solid food just fine, Victoria left. Promising more details of whatever drama was unfolding at work, and I was finally left alone for the night.

I loved the attention I was receiving, it made me feel spoilt and special, and loved. But I am a solitary creature. No matter how much I enjoyed it, it almost always left me feeling exhausted by the end of it. Even if all we did was lay about on the bed talking.

The dark of the night had crept in silently in her absence as I lay on my back staring towards the ceiling. It was cold, my breath catching against the chill let in from the open window, as it rolled faintly from my mouth with a calm and peaceful tempo. The gentle light of a waning crescent moon, fluttered its hues of silver and whites through the transparent glass; conjuring frosted images of knot-work roots and untouched forests possessed with the wilds of freedom, and the haunting loneliness that seemed to run through its trellises.

I sat up, reaching my hand over to close the window when something called my vision to look over the sill and downwards. Which I did, a rise of simultaneous panic and confusion welled within my throat as I stared at the figure clambering their way up to my window. Fingers pressed against the brickwork like it hard no problem gripping its textured surface. I rolled back further into my bedroom, telling myself to get help, to scream, to utter a spell, anything. But I did nothing, even as I watched the fingers of the figure, curl over the window sill, and poke the top half of their head over its ledge. Eyes glittering curiously, like a cats caught in the head lights, but with a shade of silver about them.

Short, black hair, spiked to a point in the front. Playful, and giddy eyes, stare expectantly from the wood, I could see the grin in his expression by the slight creases at the corner of his eyes. Which only confused me more, as I found myself taking a step forward, a single hand clutched to my chest as if it would calm the fervent beating within.

"Hi..." He said, his voice a cautious whisper, like the mere sound was breaking some kind of rule, it was secretive and guilty. I curled myself onto the bed, tucking my legs beneath me as I leaned closer to the window ledge to get a better look at him and his face. Gravity seemed to hold no sway over Aramis here. He clung to the window sill, his arms curled comfortably as he lowered himself slightly to look up towards me, like he was clinging to the edge of a swimming pool, as I studied inquisitively.

"You shouldn't be here.." I whispered back, my voice croaking ever so slightly as he pulled himself closer with an eerily unnerving amount of ease. Our faces were inches apart, the dark-brown of his eyes threatening to drown me in their muddy pools, as they pulled at a lump in my throat. He looked to mine too, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip, before I shook myself from this eternal stare that I had found myself in and retreated ever so slightly with an awkward cough.

"Don't worry. Nobody knows I'm here"

"Trust me... Somebody knows you're here. They always know..." I warned, to which he took with a certain chord of understanding. Giving a slight nod of his head.

"Well. I'm not going to do anything to harm anyone, I promise" He declared. I smiled, unsure of whether he was declaring it to me, or to the house. "Um... Can I come in?" He asked sheepishly, causing me to raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"Are you telling me I have to invite you in?" I chuckled

"Well, it's polite! Do you normally not invite visitors inside?"

"No that's not what I meant-- Sure come in" I rolled my eyes with a sigh, crawling further on to the bed as he pulled himself through. To which there was silence once more. But it wasn't awkward. It was crackling with a strange, and foreign, anticipation as he half-crouched sat before more. We watched one another. Unsure of what move to make, or if there even was a move to make, and when enough time had passed and I became distinctly aware of my own breathing, and the heat of my cheeks, I broke the stare, smiling to myself awkwardly as I turned away, earning a just as awkward chuckle from Aramis.

"Um... Sorry" He finally said, clearing his throat. "For uh-- My sister. I am so sorry, I had no idea she had this fascination with you people"

"Is she...?" I asked, becoming very quiet as I crossed my arms across my chest.

"She's fine. Well... Mother isn't happy. But physically; she's perfectly fine" He said, his voice getting a little chipper towards the end, before going quieter as he took a brief second to look at my own injuries, like he had only just noticed them. "It looks better" He smiled

"Thanks..." I replied. This time the silence was a little awkward. I could tell his intentions were nothing but good, but I couldn't help but feel a certain weight in my chest at the mention of his sister. Like whatever electricity was previously sparked just by his mere presence, was muted and dulled by the mention of Bethany.

"You never responded..." He mentioned innocently, almost snapping the uncomfortable air away instantly. Although he must've noticed the confused look on my face when he chuckled "At the party. I said that I liked you, and that we should hang out sometime?"

"Oh... You're very forward. I don't know..."

"Look, not to seem over-confident or anything, but I live for a very long time. So the chances of everything happening to me at some point goes up dramatically. Which means that you saying yes is practically a given" He said smugly, which only confused me more. I didn't know whether to shoot him down to be defiant and wipe that smile from his face. Or shoot him down because his confidence was vaguely insulting, even if he did put a disclaimer at the beginning of the statement.

So I did neither. I kissed him instead. He gasped slightly in surprise at my sudden quickness of lurching forward and planting an almost chaste kiss upon his lips. It was deeper and wanting, and angry, as my lips moved in tandem with his own. Pulling at his lower lip with my teeth, I could feel the smile of satisfaction on his lips, as my thumb grazed along the left side of his jaw, temptingly sliding down to the opposing side on his throat. Daring me to pull harder and give in to this boiling hunger that had flared up with my bones and chest.

I pulled away retreating into myself at my actions, but couldn't help but give a confused smile as I breathed heavily. Aramis looked dazed, his eyelids lifting lazily at the grin on his lips, still glistening with the evidence of our exchange, they caught the light of the moon in a fantastically tempting manner that caused a small streak of regret to jettison through me at ending our interaction so early.

"O-oh, well- -" He sputtered, coughing to clear his throat as he scratched the back of his head.

"Not a word." I ordered as I tried to catch my breath. I felt warm, a gentle tingling that arced from the pit of my chest and sprinkled along my shoulder blades. It felt nice, comfortable. But left a distinct wanting, a hunger, a need that caused my fingers to subconsciously bunch into fists in the bed sheets. A knowing hardening, straining against the fabric of my jeans, was made all too apparent as things settled. I was inexperienced, not naive.

"That's a yes, by the way" I finally managed to splurt out, all too aware of how Aramis was looking at me. A softness in his gaze the was inviting, and caused my chest to melt in a way that immediately made me wary of this effect. It caused me to be tentative when all I wanted was the strength and confidence to know what I am doing, but all this did was pull against my will. Replacing my sure-footedness with a set of slippery stepping stones placed in deceptively deep waters, that threatened to swallow me whole at a single misstep.

"I thought it would be. What's a guy gotta do to get your number?" He grinned, remarkably proud of himself, which gained only a scoff from me as we exchanged numbers.

"You should go. We've probably tempted not being interrupted a little too much now..." I said gently, gesturing to the window. He got quiet at the mention of that, but didn't dare question it.

"Okay..." He said sheepishly, before looking at me expectantly. I raised my eye brow in confusion as I tried to think what it was he was waiting for.

"What?" I asked "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't I get a goodbye kiss?" He smiled, craning his neck forward. I chuckled awkwardly, doing my best to turn my face from his to hide the blush that had crept its way up my cheeks as I lent forward, and planted a peck on his lip. I could feel them ask for more, my own chest leaping forward at the chance, but I held my will. Pulling back, with a gentle hum.

"That's all you're getti- -" I started to say as I opened my eyes, only to find that he was gone. Naught but a gust of wind tugging at the gossamer curtains was all that met me, but I found that the smile that had taken home in my expression wouldn't leave.

I stayed up a few hours more, staring out the moon drenched window of my bedroom. Contented and excited, before drifting off into a happy sleep.

A/N: FINALLY got the chance to put some intimate contact in there. Hope you guys are enjoying reading it as much as I am writing it ^,..,^