◈ MUAHAHHAHAHAHA iris and aaron
There was something to be said about misery wanting company, especially when Aaron sat in Iris’s living room, looking for something to do instead of reaching for his phone and living another voicemail to a number that was no longer in service. Iris had called him over, something about needing help on a case. It was mighty unusual, since the two were nothing but rivals in a cutthroat business; the same brain in two different sides of a battlefield. But they were also friends, and Aaron was looking for something to do.
The reservations and animosity had passed hours ago, after Iris let him have the last of her shrimp rice in turn for his fortune cookies and dumplings. They were now sitting shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by papers. Aaron’s hair had been a mess, and the more he got comfortable, the more he got shabbier. Like pen stuck behind his ear, cold coffee being absently sipped on, while his shirt was half tucked and his tie was lost amongst the papers. He looked up from this document, to ask Iris about one of the clauses he was going through, but then it hit him. Maybe it was the lighting; two lamps and the light pouring in from the open window behind Iris. Or maybe it was the fact that she looked so different from when he usually saw her. The same fire, just different places. He had always secretly admitted that Iris was good at what she did, even though he had called her a few choice words for the way she conducted herself. It was just now, the fire in her eyes and that stupid pout she had on her face...---she looked different and Aaron didn’t know why.
Even if for a moment, Aaron was going to choose to forgot everything. His troubles, the haunting misery, this fucking clause that made no sense. “Hey Iris...” As if she had not caught him staring at her like she had grown two heads, or worse. There was bliss in forgetting how this whole thing worked, how they were supposed to hate each other. Because right then, all Aaron could think about was nothing.
And then he kissed her, just like that. No preamble, no words preluding his intentions. Just coffee on his breath, and nothing in his brain. A hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer. He wanted her, whatever that could mean. Aaron felt her shudder under his touch as they somehow moved closer. It was easy, as if this was something Aaron thought about before. His sister might have joked about there being too much sexual tension between them, but right now he was inclined to believe she was onto something here.
It wasn’t until they heard the door rattle, announcing someone’s entrance that Aaron hastily let go, letting himself be pushed away and pretending like nothing happened here between them.
