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temporary bliss // aria & simon
he stares at her for a moment, brows furrowed as he attempts to answer her question. “it’s… complicated,” he starts, unable to begin to tell her how stefan had stocked him up on blood bags and how every other night, be meets the mysterious lilith at taki’s. what would aria think? simon hasn’t even been a vampire for that long and he’s already being sketchy as hell. “i’m not starving myself. at least not anymore.” he clears his throat at that, uncomfortable with admitting to someone that in the first few weeks, he wanted nothing more than to die. it’s different now; he has his friends again.
simon sighs, eyes closing and he pushes a hand through his hair. he should have never let stefan erase her memory. simon may always have his doubts, but in the deep pit that’s his stomach, he knows in his gut that aria would never abandon him, never turn her back on him. they were best friends, and that’s what best friends did, they stood by each other no matter what, no matter the circumstance. “i didn’t want you to be scared of me,” he admits, quiet in the space, ashamed for all that has happened, all that aria doesn’t remember. “i knew everything would change if you remembered what i did, or how i looked when i did it. i… wasn’t myself. and i knew you wouldn’t recognize me. i just wanted you to remember me for who i was, who you know me as. i’m not….” this thing, he wants to finish, but it is him. this is what simon is now.
he doesn’t exactly reassure her and the worry she has for him certainly doesn’t edge away. in fact, her worry is only amplified. god, didn’t he understand how absolutely terrifying it was to hear about him dying? the guilt only pounded on top of her and how selfish she was for thinking he had just up and forgot about her. instead he was dealing with his newly transformed self. it only motives her more to help him figure all this out. aria wouldn’t know what to do if she ever lost simon. she doesn’t say anything on the matter, only rests her hand over the top of his as a silent promise to be with him through the thick and thin of all this mess.
there’s a stunted breath of laughter as she shakes her head in dismissal. ‘ i’ve seen pretty much every embarrassing moment of yours. i don’t think i could ever be afraid of you. you’re still simon. just a little different. ’ she ‘ i think the scariest part of that night would be the part where you died. ’ aria swallowed thickly, clearing her throat as she quickly tried to make the subject more light. ‘ i mean, the whole kissing and sucking my blood thing is a little kinky and surprising but you know, you’d be surprised by how many people are into that sort of thing. for all we know i could have totally been into it but i guess we’ll never know since i don’t even remember myself. ’ aria shrugs casually and she’s joking. kind of. flirting, joking, trying to make him feel better. it’s all in one big messy package.
as she slides off him, stiles immediately finds the nearest pillow to conceal the, what is inevitably, an insane arousal that even aria is aware of. still, in his embarrassment, he clears his throat and sits up on the sofa, honing into one corner as a means to keep his distance and give aria the space she needs for her phone call. stiles presses his lips together, trying to keep his boner pretty much at bay and attempting to not ease drop on what is aria’s conversation. way to kill the mood, simon. his breathing goes back to normal though, and stiles is left with nothing but concern for whatever is happening. ‘ yeah, for sure, ’ he clears his throat again, almost abandoning the pillow when he stands, but decides to take it with him for good measure as he leads her to the door. lingering there with the door open awkwardly, words lodge in his throat and stiles becomes amazed at just how quickly he’s become tongue tied around aria. ‘ uh, thanks for stopping by? ’ he allows himself to laugh, defusing the tension a little as he presses his lips together. ‘ good luck with whatever that is, ’ he nods off to her, a gesture meaning toward her cell phone and what was, stiles assumes, simon and clary.
there’s a series of thoughts that cross her mind as she’s walking to the door, all ranging from her concern for simon and clary as well as her previous encounter with stiles and just what she’s supposed to say now. out of habit she bites down on her lower lip, her palm coming up to rub the side of her face as they reach the door. aria joins stiles’ laughter, both amused and embarrassed by the whole situation and just how much she enjoyed it. ‘ yeah, thanks for.... having me. ’ it’s impossible to conceal her grin at this point, no matter how much she presses her lips together. ‘ i’ll see you later, stiles. ’ she turns on her heel, head ducked a little low as she heads out the door. she stops herself short, not able to contain herself as she turns back around lips parted to leave stiles with one last impression. ‘ maybe next time i can help you out with your little problem. ’ aria words are laced in a tease as she flickers her eyes below stiles waist and back up to his eyes. she gives him one last provoking smile before she finally turns to leave.
temporary bliss // aria & simon
simon fixes his gaze to his hands as his places them awkwardly on his thighs. his brows are furrowed a bit as he thinks, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. ‘ yeah, just… hungry. ‘ he blames it on the vamprism instead, deciding not to tell her he may have realized a crack in their friendship, a pull at the back of his gut that almost feels like when he first discovered his feelings for clary. there’s jealousy, despite not admitting it. jealousy toward stiles and there’s something that feels like longing. maybe simon’s just lonely. he picks his gaze up after a moment or two, offering a small smile and a shrug of his shoulders. ‘ i’m fine, though. promise. ’
he’s scaring her. shit, he’s really scaring her. panic builds in his chest and simon almost forgets to breathe. he opens his mouth, lips parted but the words escape him because how in the hell is he supposed to explain this to her? she has no memory of what happened; stefan had compelled her to forget what happened that night, so of course she doesn’t remember any of it. ‘ no, ’ he starts, breathing out a nervous laugh. ‘ i know how crazy it all sounds, ’ he pauses, too nervous for his own good. what if she hates him after this? ‘ you weren’t supposed to remember. you were compelled to forget, but i wanted to tell to you, aria. you deserve to know the truth. you’re my best friend and i needed to be honest with you. ’
her shoulders sag in a breath before she pulls herself up so she’s sitting cross legged. she scans over the dark circles under his eyes and the decreasing color in his face. she believes him even when she wants to think there’s something between them. ‘ do you have a way of getting food? i hope you’re not starving yourself. ’ her eyebrows come together out of concern, fingers twitching to reach out to him but she restrains herself.
silence builds between the two of them as it takes a while for it all to sink in. there’s a sort of panic that builds inside her chest at the notion of her forgetting a large chunk of memory. it definitely sounds crazy but not all that far fetched when it’s written all over vampire lure. simon’s abilities aren’t what scare her but the whole idea of forgetting watching her best friend die and not remembering a moment of it is what’s crazy to her. ‘ wait, i was there? i watched you turn? you can make me forget that? why would you do that? ’ a cluster of emotions pour out from her before she sinks into her spot on the bed. ‘ did you think i was going to be afraid of you. ’ a pang of hurt laces over her words.
he’s arching his body into hers, lifting his hips a little in response when aria doesn’t exactly pull away. the sounds that escape her lips egg him on and stiles thinks that if circumstances were different, and if aria’s phone didn’t ring, one thing could have led to another and would have gotten way more intense than it already was. they swear they’re going to stop, and the kiss slows, but the desperation is still there, and stiles tries not to friction against his lower body. his lips are left parted, eyes still closed, hand still on the back of her neck when she pulls away. body still aching, stiles’ eyes flutter open, heavy and half lidded, and he lets his hand fall to his lap. ‘ okay, ’ he responds softly, clearing his throat. ‘ yeah, uh, go ahead. ’ pressing his lips together, stiles attempts to calm his fast beating heart.
she’s reluctant to part from him, not when she’s so incredibly turned on. flushed and reeking of chaotic hormones, aria pushes her hair behind her ears, licking her lips as she slides off of stiles’ lap and onto the cushion. it’s absolutely ironic and completely and totally awkward that it’s simon who is calling her now of all times. she’s breathless when she answers. a simple, ‘ hey, what’s up? ’ as she tries to soothe her palpitations. her brows come together as soon as she’s enveloped in the latest simon drama and reality slowly starts to set back in. it’s like a reverse fade out, where stiles let everything fade around her, simon was bringing everything back in. she hangs up with apprehension and awkwardly having to deal with what just happened with stiles. a hum escapses past her throat as she scratches behind her ear, bashfulness exuding out from her. ‘ um, i have to get going. best friend duties call. ’ she forms a small smile as she fidgets with her phone. ‘ mind walking me out? ’
he’s undoubtedly tense in the way he raises his knee a little, foot flat on the cushion of the couch. it’s difficult not to get his hips moving against the weight above him when aria’s already pressing down onto the hardness with how close she is and to get a least a little friction going. instead, he keeps a steady pace and rhythm with his hand at her inner thigh, massaging with each squeeze. mouth longing for hers again, stiles can barely wait for her to finish each word, kissing her hard in between breaths. and as much as he’d love to keep going ( and he would really love ), the rational part of his brain’s telling him that she’s right. they should probably stop. ‘ yeah, ’ he says breathily, but stiles’s heart’s beating loud and hard in his chest and ears, and his blood’s boiling, skin on fire and begging for more… he hasn’t felt like this in a while. ‘ yeah, okay, ’ hand still in her hair, stiles moves his hand to the back of aria’s neck and he hesitatingly starts to loosen his grip a little.
her own body betrays her with small desperate sounds coming from the back of her throat in exhilaration. her mind’s fuzzy, body buzzing with static that completely overrides all the reasons they should stop and not let things get out of hand. stiles’ hand is completely distracting, creating a strong pulsing that resonates within her and she compeltely regrets saying anything about stopping now. especially when he agrees and his grip loosens. aria lets out something of a whine as her lips chase after him. the kiss is slower than before but still just as eager. it’s not until aria’s phone vibrates ( loud, mind you. ) that she stops, blinking out of her haze she bites back a groan of irritation as she pulls away. her hand scrambles to find her phone that’s hiding under one of the cushions. it’s simon’s name that pops up on the lighting and a flush of embarrassment taints her cheeks. ‘ i should probably take this. ’
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I overanalyze things way too much, to the point where it affects my life. Like, when I’m talking to a boy, I’ll overanalyze a text message he sent. And I have to think to myself, ‘Just chill out. Some guy sent me a text message. That’s all. Don’t read something into it that’s not there. Just be glad he sent you a text message!’
temporary bliss // aria & simon
shrugging his shoulders, simon suggests that it’s not and… well, there are a couple of perks to being a vampire. still, it’s a pain in the ass being undead and immortal, but he guesses there are some people out there that would love to have the opportunity simon has, being a child of the night. he realizes then how close they are, able to make out the exact color of her eyes and each small detail. allowing his gaze to linger a bit, simon presses his lips together, slowly detracting his hands and moving away from her a bit, the thought of her and stiles sitting at the back of his mind.
he takes a deep breath, nerves pin prickling every sliver of his skin. how does he begin to tell her what happened that night? a greater part of him wishes that the memory could be fuzzy and instead, every detail is sharp in his mind. ‘ i–i died, right? and i woke up and… you were there. and i remember my mouth aching, like there were all these needles just jammed into my jaw. and i was hungry, and that’s kinda what happens when you turn. it’s like, you’re body telling you to drink so your fangs can like, grow in and stuff, or you die if you don’t, and, um, ’ simon pauses, his brows furrowing and he tries to keep himself from rambling. ‘ and you were so worried. you, uh, bit your lip and i, ’ clearing his throat, simon blushes furiously. ‘ i kissed you, but i also… kinda… drank from you… ’
disappointment flickers as simon detaches himself from her, although she’s not all that sure what she was expecting. after all simon’s still under the impression she’s with stiles. it takes her an extra minute to relax, her heartbeat slowing and the flush on her cheeks dissipating. forcing a smile she props herself up on her elbows now that simon is farther away. the thought crosses her mind that maybe simon just got a little too close when he hasn’t eaten in a while. ‘ you okay? ’
aria bites down on her lower lip, stiffening at the mention of his death. she’s heard it before, kind of. except the thought of simon dying still sends chills down her body. it’s not something she ever wants to think about. it’s when simon mentions her being there that her brows come together ‘ wait, ’ she stops, laughing nervously. ‘ i don’t remember this. ’ is simon telling that he imagined her there? ‘ i ----- don’t think that happened, simon? i think i would remmeber if you died and then... drank from me? ’ aria’s sitting up, forcing herself to think back on that night but it’s all just a blur, leaving her to wonder if maybe that did happen?
temporary bliss // aria & simon
‘ that is exactly the point, my dear. ’ he winks, easing his strength on her a little, only enough to get her arms pinned down back at her sides. ‘ the one perk about being undead. ’
simon senses the change in the atmosphere before he sees it, the way aria moves a little bit away from him on the bed, creating distance and the way she laughs at him, filled with nervousness. he bites his bottom lip, notices that their knees are still touching and thank god at least she didn’t totally move away from him. but how is she going to feel once he tells her the truth? she must sense his nervousness as well, the way he keeps running his hands over his jean clad knees, the ghost feeling of sweat there.
‘ okay, ’ he starts slowly. where does he even start? simon laughs at himself a little, his eyes squinting in embarrassment. ‘ so, uh, i don’t know if you remember much of what happened that night. i mean, it all happened pretty fast and there was, like, a whirlwind of emotions going around. so, ’ simon pauses, breaks his gaze from her and looks down to his hands, toying with the end of his shirt. ‘ i’m sure you remember something that happened. and we haven’t really talked about it, but i owe you. like, more than you know. we, uh, ’ his brows furrow, embarrassed to say the word and when he finally does, it’s almost a whisper. ‘ we kinda… kissed. except, it kinda wasn’t a kiss? i mean, it was, but it was also more than that…. ’
‘ is that the only perk, really? ’ aria wiggles underneath him; her bottom lip jutting out when it’s futile to set herself free. it’s only a few seconds later that she even realizes how insanely close he is to her. again. the green in his eyes is darker, his skin a little more pallid than she’s used to seeing it. it seems like they end up close one too many times.
her heart’s beating a little too fast in her chest for her comfort. her cheeks automatically flush from the embarrassment of simon knowing just how fast her heartbeat is going. he has to, of course, he does. it’s a whole part of his vampire senses. it’s not really her fault though! it’s simon’s in all honesty. he’s the one who is being on the vague side of things. he’s the one talking about kissing her and something about it being more? it was a kiss but wasn’t.
what does that even mean?
‘ you’re kind of making me a little nervous here.’ it’s an obvious statement but it eases the embarrassment of trying to pretend her heart’s not beating a couple of million miles a minute. ‘ would you care to elaborate a little more? ’ aria forces out a nervous laugh.
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✿ five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.
i. ) he’s so aggravating. simon lewis is so fucking aggravating. it’s unbelievable how a few short words and she’s fuming with agitation and confusion. why couldn’t be as simple as two people liking each other and being together. ugh. angry fingers blunder over the screen of her phone. she’s writing an angry rant of sorts, exclamations, capitalization and and all. BOYFRIEND reads at the top. for a second she forgets the pretense of the relationship. he’s not actually her boyfriend. he’s under no obligation to hear her ranting. they are just friends. she erases the rant, tucks her phone into her back pocket and bites into her thumbs.
ii. ) her hands itch like an addiction’s gnawing at her skin. the world’s a little too overwhelming, spinning a little too fast. press pause. that’s all she wants. push the little button that will make the world stop from crushing the organ in her chest. she rushes out of her house, goes outside for a needed bit of fresh air. she engulfs lungfuls of pine, the grass and even the stench of gasoline is better the suffocation of her own home. her hands fumble with her phone, thumbs through her contacts until she finds stiles number. press pause. they’d let the world fade before. they could do it again. it’s her own desperation that keeps her from texting him.
iii. ) okay, so it’s totally normal to semi stalk your fake boyfriend on instagram. she didn’t mean to. it’s just that she was on her instagram feed when he popped up on her dash and wow. stiles was attractive alright but maybe she didn’t really pay as much attention to stiles attractiveness level until she started making out with him. he has a nice jawline, alright and really, really, really nice fucking hands. she never even knew hands could be attractive what the actual hell? and gawking at his pictures turned into small smiles of amusement for all the content on his instagram. her fingers twitch to text him and she’s not sure if it’s a libido reason or something else. confusion quickly consumes her and the text message is quickly forgotten.
iv. ) he’s sitting in the cafeteria, books sprawled across the table and highlighter in his mouth. she’s pretty sure she’s seen this picture before back when they were in highschool. she’s standing across the room with a latte in her hand and virginia wolfe tucked under her arm. aria brings her bottom lip in her mouth to snuff out the smile that threatens to spread. she brings out her phone, types up a silly text message. hey, sexy man. i see you. it’s a joke. a playful jab at their fake relationship. she’s about to press send until red catches her eye. lydia martin pops out of nowhere, presses her hand against his shoulder and he brightens up at the sight of her. aria stops in her tracks, something gross and unsettling filling her stomach. what’s so great about fucking red heads anyway? aria turns in the opposite direction, text erased and phone in her backpack while sipping at her latte to get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth.
v. ) they’ve exchanged plenty of text messages before. it really shouldn’t be a problem to text him. aria marie montgomery is not a fucking wuss. she’s bold, she can write a few words and press a stupid send button. she fucking made out with him. she’s literally swapped saliva with this guy for fun. how hard is it text freaking stiles stilinski to hang out. except her palms are a little sweaty and there’s so many doubts inside running inside her mind like they’re on a freaking marathon. has she been so annoying lately? has she been too eager with him? a little too quick to press her lips to his. it was all just supposed to be for fun anyway. a way to pass the time and get rid of all the frustration they could.
vi. ) it’s late. it’s like almost midnight to be exact. he’s probably asleep and she should definitely be asleep. and she might be a little bit tipsy but definitely consciousness enough to be aware of everything she’s doing. she’s just tipsy enough to give herself a little bit of a confidence booster or some braveness. whatever. aria types up a quick message. or several. hey. you should come over. it’s incredibly too lonely in the house with my parents gone and watching netflix by myself isn’t too particularly appealing. she’s surprisingly flushed red.
☁ five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.
i. ) it had become a habit: stiles and aria. aria and stiles. pent up frustration, a thrill, a kind of ADDICTION or coping mechanism for everything or anyone that was eating at them from the inside. stiles had become stiles had become aria’s own personal kind of high. it was supposed to be a way to pass the time, it was supposed to be just for fun. but aria’s on lunch break with clary, the two of them catching up on each others lives as best as they can in hopes of being normal. her phone buzzes, a quick glance and BOYFRIEND lights up the screen in the same breath that her face lights up. clary’s quick to catch on, quick teases and redness flushes quickly to aria’s cheeks. ‘ you’re getting in deep, aria. ’ she quickly denies it.
ii. ) REDDENED LIPS BUZZ. aria rests her head on his forehead, panting slightly from their little escapade. aria rolls over onto her side, secluding herself into a spot beside him. tiredness weighs down on her, eyes closing and finding solace within the moment after. her body’s still tingling and there’s still a part of her that craves his touch but this is good. just sitting here, is fine. it’s more than fine and she’s content — maybe even happy. this is good. it’s the first time she catches herself not thinking about just escaping reality with stiles through kisses and whatever else. she finds herself closing her eyes in contentment.
iii. ) the third time she’s blunt, watching stiles watch the one who’s crushing his heart.’ why do you like her? ’ it slips out so bluntly, cheek resting on her palm as her gaze pierced over stiles. it’s not rude or crass. ‘ you could do so much better. ’ it’s the honest truth and it’s not a jab at lydia but stiles deserves someone who will give him the time of day. stiles shouldn’t have to wait on anyone. he looks at her, curving eyebrows and what looks like nervous laughter falls from thin lips. he doesn’t voice it but there’s an unspoken question of who. an extended beat prolongs between the two of them, a twitching twinge of her lips where she wants to smile despite the knee jerking thought in her head. maybe it’s me. she doesn’t say anything.
iv. ) she’s sitting in her english literature lecture with a pen in her hand and her notebook riddled in notes. the teacher’s droning on, pretty words and poems falling in and out of her ears. her attention span is weak and before she knows it words fall onto paper. her own inner workings churn like gears grinding together. flashing memories paint words in her mind and it’s not overly romantic, not the kind of desperate love poems she’s used to reading about. it’s not a pretty poem that sits in her lap at the end of her lecture. it’s messy and truthful. it’s about a boy who makes the world pause when it’s spinning all the rest of the time. ——- she quickly tosses it in the trash because no way was she about to write poems about her relationship with stiles stilinski.
v. ) she’s stumbling in drunk, arms lazily draped over clary’s shoulders with her cherry shampoo wafting through her waves of red hair. she’s had a little too much, partied a little too hard —- all in a desperate attempt to feel like a normal eighteen year old. ‘ where’s stiles? ’ it’d be nice if he were here. he’s soft, warm. ‘ he’s funny, ’ she slurs and she finds herself curling into her bed, clary chuckling in the background while she huddles into her pillow. in the morning she finds herself repeating the same question in a sleepy state.
vi. ) they’re both laughing. aria’s stomach tightens, cheeks aching from the laughter that shakes her shoulders. a stupid and oddly passionate talk about super heroes and super villains. it’s so dorky, so average and it’s the honest truth that it feels so damn natural. not even that but not once does she compare stiles to simon, she doesn’t even think about him but let’s herself fall into the moment. she’s good, this is good. her laughter subsides but the warmth that spreads through her tummy and to her fingertips doesn’t. especially not when she brushes her hand against his shoulder in a gentle little push. her lips come together into an eased smile, gaze falling onto stiles. she could lean in and kiss him. he probably wouldn’t blink since they had kissed so many times already. she’d kissed him and it was just an accepted part of their relationship, an easy way to cope. but it’s not just about coping anymore. her hand somehow finds his, wandering down the softness of his skin and gently she traces the lines of his hand. her heart is beating a little too fast. ‘ i wanted to thank you, ’ she says. it’s random but it’s okay because it’s the truth. ‘ i —- i like being with you. i mean, i like it more than i thought i’m supposed to. ’
Not dating, just benefits Wandering hands, lost feelings Hold me tighter, not close enough anymore Neck kisses, masked passion Breathing faster, less talking Vulnerability, no eye contact Just some fun, cut all my strings
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her sigh sends tingles down his spine, shooting up and down, the feeling spreading to his fingertips where they are in her hair and his toes in his shoes. stiles makes a noise at the back of his throat, something desperate and enchanted by aria’s movements, her sighs, her lips. it’s a little too much. his stomach flips, tensing and he’s afraid he might enjoy the kiss a little too much, her tongue slipping and the only response he could muster is opening his mouth a little more for her, tilting his head, swiping his own tongue across her bottom lip. breathless by the time she parts from him and shifts her weight along his lap, stiles is thrown back against the couch to lie down. thank god his dad won’t be home. she must feel the pressing hardness against her thigh though, and that brings redness to his cheeks, flushed from embarrassment and pleasure. ‘ yeah, ’ he says a little breathlessly, body buzzing. he hesitates before bringing a hand to rest on her thigh, swallowing hard when he looks up at her through his lashes like a silent okay.
it’s only when she’s sitting comfortably on top of him that she remembers the music playing. it’s a little hollow in her ears when she’s still buzzing from the taste of stiles’ lips on her tongue., she runs her hands over his chest until they find his jawline. hovering over him aria brushes her nose and lips against his tantalizingly slow. every touch of their skin left pin pricks dancing across, so fast, so furiously and god did it feel good. her breath’s a little heavier just before she latches onto his lips once more, the music fading to the background again. she’s probably a little too enthusiastic, she’s probably enjoying this way more than she should and if it wasn’t for the very obvious pressing hardness against her thigh she would be a little more embarrassed. but she finds herself aching for his hands on her, running up her thigh, her spine, maybe even getting tangled within the messes of her hair. ‘ don’t be such a wuss, stilinski.’ aria baits him in a low mumble, teeth grazing against his lower lip while her hand finds the hand stiles rests on her thigh, bringing it up a little higher as if to encourage him.
temporary bliss // aria & simon
laughing, he wiggles his fingers at her, lightly tickling her stomach with his fingertips.
there is a shift in their relationship simon hadn’t noticed before, or rather, acknowledged. it had been poking at the back of his mind for some time now, had been simmering like a pot of water, but it had been like a cloud was draped over simon’s eyes and heart. he refused to see what was there. but he sees it now, assess the moment then sitting in aria’s bedroom, their knees touching, lying in her bed and close enough that he can make out the flakes of green in her eyes. had they always been there? he thinks of their so called kiss and what would happen if they really had kissed then, and if things would have been any different. would he have ever kissed aria? there had been other minuscule moments like this, where the world seemed to stop and where the thought would come fleetingly, but simon had been so wrapped up in clary that it wasn’t a complete possibility in his mind.
now, it doesn’t matter. aria was with stiles.
‘ there’s something i need to tell you, ’ he admits then, feeling truthful. he itches his palm, nervously. ‘ you probably remember something happening the night i was turned. something, y’know… a little unexpected and… weird. ’ laughing, simon rubs the back of his neck, shifting on the bed a little and earning an embarrassing squeak.
‘ no, ’ she protests, reeling away from him with her hands pushing away at his fingers. ‘ that’s not fair! you have vamp powers now, i can’t fight you off! ’ aria glares up at him, keeping her hands locked around his to keep him from tickling her any farther.
aria recalls the night of simon’s so called turning to her mind. truthfully, the night is a little jumbled in her mind. it’s almost like a scratched dvd where the film keeps lagging, never fully playing right and the images are all just a little too foggy. even the so called kiss aria shared with simon is not as crystal clear as she thought it would be but she remembers the jolting shock of it. aria convinces herself the night was just too long ago to properly remember.
whatever simon’s about to say aria’s sure she’s not ready to handle it. the probability of simon referring to their kiss is all too high with how their conversation is currently going. but simon doesn’t even know how he feels right now. ‘ okay, ’ she drags out with nervous laughter. she shifts in her spot to put a little more distance between them just so she can look up at his face more. their knees are still touching but in one swift move aria’s ready to bolt if whatever simon says freaks her out enough. honesty these days meant a reassess on how the world worked these days. ‘ you have my attention. ’ she nods for him to continue.
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