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[Pandora]

Slender, feminine figure swayed gently to the music that pulsed through the tight knit crowd, her hips swaying sharply from side to side. Eyes were hidden behind closed lids, her face showing none other than perfect delight, no unease at all. It was clear she was completely comfortable and in her element. Thin, yes curvy figure was clad in a pair of black pants, riding low on her hips. The fabric so tight it was like it was paint poured over her smooth skin. Young bust was held tightly, her curves accentuated by a black satin corset, edged in lace along all sides, the laces in the back showing a faint bit of skin through each space. Her skin was like cream, flawless and smooth. Long hair, the color of crimson hues, cascaded down her back, the black tips she had once had now gone. Though her hair still held that loose wave, her bangs long around her face with a slightly spikey appearance. Eyes were lined in ebony liner, her lips painted a pale pink, curved up in to a devious smirk. The amber hues of her gaze opened as the melody of the music slowly drifted to evolve into another. Pandora's body slowly ceased to sway, gently moving away from the cluster of people, hips gently holding that femine sway as her black, strappy spiked heels moved across the floor, easily moving herself up onto a barstool. True, she had been enjoying herself, eyeing one certain man that had been throwing glances her way.. it was obvious he would be an easy target tonight. As she slid her slender body to sit, crossing her long, slender legs, one over the other, the middle aged man moved over to sit next to her, clearly smug due to the intoxication of the drink he had just consumed. She smirked playfully, catching his gaze than quickly looking away, as if she were shy and innocent, clearly this man was enjoying these little games. Hey Dollface... mind if I buy you a drink? Pandora met his gaze once more, letting the smirk slip into a small smile as she nodded gently, thanking him in a soft tone. They conversed for a few moments before the man excused himself for a moment to run to the restroom. She already knew what he was running off to find... They all did. With a gentle sigh, Pandora moved to sit straight, picking up her rum and coke and taking a small sip before turning and looking out across the crowd, a thoughtful look across her face. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Aidan]

They’d been waiting for two weeks, stuck in another isolated city with the rest of their tour dates canceled. Their temporary manager had left the city when they had, or so he’d been told, and they hadn’t heard from her since. After that it was Damian playing keep up with everything, struggling far more than should have been necessary. They had, however, broad casted that the concerts could be refunded or, they could be rescheduled, many had voted for rescheduled, and so were waiting for the new dates, which wouldn’t be set for until later that summer. Damian was worried, which made himself and Pierce worry, Darra was in the middle, they oddly silent one that didn’t have enough to care about it all, she didn’t have very many people to worry over, and those she would have, if she felt anything, which he couldn’t determine, she was with. He was worry, but more so for Damian. He knew the rest of the family, Damian’s family, were okay, even Damian knew that, thing was, Damian was mildly frantic with the thought of being disconnected with them, and most of all, the ever silent Phoenix who wouldn’t talk to him anyway. Since the breakup she’d rebelled against his attempts, and turned to keeping around her father who proved a very angry being on the subject, and had, a few times, physically did something about it, earning Damian a few bruises and an irritated Sakuya and a pissed of Deirdre. He stayed out of it, personally he didn’t have much of a love life as it was and the only woman he felt anything towards was openly avoiding him. He didn’t know what to do about Pandora, the sweet little vixen, feisty when she was in a normal setting and so fragile when something over emotional was going down. He’d witness that, had seen those tears months ago. Days after that night they’d left for Europe, and she’d simply disappeared. She didn’t show his emotions about it towards the guys, but inside he was worried and a little hurt himself. Aidan didn’t often get hurt feelings, and the only time he really had was when his brother had died, but that was a whole different feeling, and situation, Pandora was alive, and she didn’t want to be around him. He on the other had, didn’t give a damn about her wanting to get rid of him, he enjoyed her company and irritating her with his presence, then again, he was weird. His hands were in his pockets, the sound of chains clinking was followed with the soft hollow sounds of his boots on the cement. His pants were tight, leather and hung very low on his hips, so low that if they were any lower he would have been arrested for indecent exposure. The shirt, sleeveless, was also tight, made of leather and had a collar that rose high on the back of his neck and curled at the lapels were it wasn’t zipped all the way to his throat. A series of different size leather straps decorated his arms, and some adding to the mass of his tattoo’s that ran from his left arm across his chest and neck and then low on his abdomen. He also wore a choker, and for a little amusement for himself, a little tiny bell attached to it. Only those who had seen his other form would understand the irony of it. His hair was as it always was, spiked high in the back and leaving the overly long bangs to frame his face and hang into his brilliantly colored hazel eyes. He had a pretty face, boyish yet masculine all in one. He could have been considered one of those punkish, gothic pretty boys, and unlike most pretty people, he wasn’t necessarily an asshole. Unlike what his name indicated, he wasn’t Irish, but actually a very well bred Italian with a mother who adored Irish names. Odd, for many pure blooded Italians tended to lean towards tradition. He walked at a leisurely pace, taking his time as he headed towards his new favorite haunt. Carnal Sins, the local dance club that he simply couldn’t resist, and the name was so fucking perfect! He’d enjoyed Deirdre’s club back in Rizco, but due to the family fleeing the city because one of the labs exploding forced her to wither close it or sell it, he didn’t know which one just yet, considering the whole city was under quarantine. Apparently whatever had spread over the city was very bad for the local humans, but not as bad towards the fast healing shape-shifters, their side effects being lack of shifting and lack of mental communication. Damian had claimed that the last time he’d spoken to his mother that their power of shifting had returned, but not their mental communication abilities, and even the shifting was more difficult than it had been before. They would all be fine, Aidan knew that if their shifting abilities were returning. In any case he would miss the free food and drinks, but enjoyed the new club just as well as he enjoyed the last. Reaching out Aidan grabbed the handle of the thick heavy door that drowned out most of the music inside, with the held of a very nifty door between the entrance and the dance floor. The bouncer at the front merely glanced at him while the people waiting in like began to protest and get angry. Aidan turned to face the, walking backwards and gave them all a two fingered salute, and one of his famous grins. He and the boys had free access to the club, considering their status and that he was there almost every night. Laughing he turned back around and opened the second door that forced the music to come crashing around him. The beat was fast, the lights flickering and moving wildly around the dance floor. The scent of perfume, heat and sweat rose quickly, and forced a smirk across his lips. It was one of the most sensual scents, or so he believed. The three scents were also those mixed with sex, for the female wore the perfume, the heat of their bodies and the scent of sweat when they were in the midst of that very pleasurable heated dance, which was so similar to this kind, only this kind one was forced to actually wear their cloths. The scent were strong, somewhat similar to the next sweaty human being, but out of it all, one stood out distinctively against all the others and it whipped the smile clear from his face. His hazel eyes were wide as he searched the dance floor, looking for who belonged to that pleasant aroma before they turned onto the bar, and landed instantly onto that long pretty crimson hair. The person the scent belonged to came crashing back when he watched her turn her head, and search the crowd as if she’d found something familiar to. He watched her for a moment as he slipped into the moving crowd and around so he’d come up behind her. His hazel eyes were narrowed, thoughtful and mildly angry. The thought of her fleeing because of him returned to him, and it brought with it the slight anger he felt that she would go out of her way to avoid him, and here of all places. Fate was screaming at them both by this point, and as much as she tried to avoid him, he seemed to just find her, it happened all the time in Rizco, but this was all the way across the country, literally. He and the boys had gotten stuck here, while she was here willingly, and he was damn sure that she didn’t know they were still in the city. She would have known they passed through though, for she had made the concert dates, but she hadn’t known they would stay and wait for the family to come. He wondered if she knew about what happened. What would she feel if she thought he’d been there? Would she show emotion? Concern? He wasn’t sure if she felt anything like he did, for she was trying to get rid of him, while he was the one chasing after her. He moved silently, though with the music it would be a wonder if even a shifter heard him if he walked normally. His eyes never left her, waiting for her to move back onto the dance floor, where, if she did, he would only move in as he was now. A slow smirk slipped across his pale, lips, his eyes narrowed as if he was watching prey and not a potential lover. And though he was amused, satisfied that he had found her, he was still angry and still hurt by her actions. He moved up behind her with an ease and skill no normal person possessed. His hands moved out slipping across the exposed skin of her sides in a warm tingling caress before gripping her hips. He pressed his chest against her back before lowering his lips to her ear. A grin formed a moment before his mouth opened to speak. “Hello Sweetheart…” He whispered in an oddly sensual caress of words, his lips brushing her ear before he pulled back his head to look down at her when she turned hers to look at him. 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[Pandora]

The pulsing music, the base vibrating up through her petite figure, the mingled scents of sweat and perfume.. an aroma of early sex... Pandora let a soft sigh escape her, lifting a hand and brushing a whisp of her crimson hair away from her face, her amber gaze looking over the moving bodies on the dance floor only but a few yards away. Her gaze focused on two young people, their hips grinding against one another, their face damn near one of orgasm. This thought brought a small smile to her face. It was funny how easy some people gave in, she had always found it amusing. At that thought, her smile wilted gently, remembering the last time she had let her body go so easily... it had only ended with him getting too close to her, which was why she was in Gorsedd now instead of Rizco, the city she had actually come to like moreso than the others. The dark hair and the hazel eyes, even his scent seemed to fill her, leaving a warm feeling, but not warm enough to loosen the knot in the base of her stomach, ice cold and just as hard. It had been hard to leave at first. Pandora's heart had ached, but she was also filled with that deep fear of what could happen. Ever since that one man so long ago when she was a young girl, she had never let anybody in. Sure, she would use them for her basic primal needs when it was needed, but never opened her heart to anybody.. not until Aidan anyway. Somehow that bastard had managed to weasel himself under that guard she held, breaking her defenses and bringing out the part of her that had always hurt the most. Tears had spilled from her eyes, something that hadn't happened in years, and for some reason, they seemed to spill if she thought of him for too long now... With a deep breath, her body froze, that one scent she had only imagined for the past few months filled her, only to be followed by the gliding of his hands down her sides, his body molding against her back, the soft touch of his lips brushing against the edge of her ear.... Pandora let that breath out, feeling it shutter with each long second it took, her muscles tense before she turned her head and let her amber gaze fall upon his face, the one of such dark beauty that it still dwelled within her. Her heartbeat sped, thudding deeply in her chest, seeming to her to overpower the power of the base in the room, drowing out the sound of the music in her ears as she could hear the blood pulsing in her ears. This couldn't be happening.. not here.. not of all places... *Aidan... uhm, hi* Her words were soft, unsure of herself on what to say. Pandora's body was frozen to the spot before she slowly moved her body, twisting to face him full on. Amber gaze dropped for a moment, lifting to scan him over before meeting that hazel gaze she had found to be one of the most beautiful things about him. With this though, she cursed herself inwardly before letting her gaze drop to her hands, fingers linked and her knuckles white from her grip. *It's been a long time...* Words were soft as she was trying to mentally prepare herself for what to do. Hell, she knew they would all be coming through this city eventually, but she had been prepared for it. It would only have been for a few days and she would have just stayed out of the city during that time. They were supposed to all be gone by now... Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Aidan]

A grin stretched across his pale lips at her reaction. He could see it clearly, the wonder and surprise in her pretty gold eyes. She hadn’t expected him to be here, hadn’t expected him to find her, when his best quality was showing up at the worst time. He couldn’t help but be amused by that thought, and with it, the anger in him seemed to dissipate, yet it lay just beneath the surface waiting for it to be released a second time. Laughter bubbled up from his throat in a soft masculine caress before he moved away from her, his fingers gliding across her flesh before departing. He took the open seat next to her, and signaled the bartender, ordering Jack Daniels, before he turned back to face her, his hazel eyes nearly shining with his suppressed laughter. Reaching back he took a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket placed a single one between his lips and lit it with that pretty gold lighter his brother gave him before he died, the lighter that had forced him and Pandora to meet in the first place. Aidan gave her a smirk in reply to her words of it being a while, the cigarette left between his lips as he offered her the pack and set the lighter down on the counter as his drink was set before him. The bartender gave him a haut look before walking away. Apparently there was no smoking here, an apparently, Aidan never listened. “That it has Sweetheart. What, four? Five months? Damian talked to his dad, told us you’d left shortly after we did, didn’t know where you’d headed off to.” He said, his words and the way he used them spoke as if it wasn’t a big deal, and an everyday occurrence. He waved his hand around as if to dismiss it before laughing again and removing the cigarette from between his lips after taking a long drag. The smoke billowed up, forced from his lungs and lips in a single breath. He lifted the glass and took a deep gulp before setting it down and staring at it, his fingers on the rim as if he wasn’t ready to let go. Though his hair hid most if his face, he was still turned towards her enough for her to see it, and the look that played there. The look was thoughtful, serious and almost a little hurt. Turning his eyes he looked at her again, and a smile was forced onto his lips. Aidan never usually had a problem with smiling, and it was clear now that this wasn’t a normal one. “I had a feeling you would have once we were gone, didn’t know it would have been so soon though.” He said quietly before shrugging and bringing his cigarette back to his pale lips and taking another drag. He laughed softly as a thought passed through his head, and a true smile replaced the sad one, his eyes alight with it as he turned his body to face her completely. “I bet you are wondering why we are still here?” he asked suddenly and grinned as he removed the cigarette from his lips and tapped the ashes out onto a napkin. He lifted his glass for another drink before he decided to continue, looking at her with that devious look he was famous for. “Apparently something happened back home, so, the rest of our tour dates were canceled till further notice, and we are stuck here waiting for the rest of Damian’s family to get here. Don’t you think it’s a bit odd? Fate throwing us at each other yet again?” he said as if he was overly pleased with the thought of fate being so kind to him, obviously Pandora wouldn’t think of it in the same light as he would, and he suddenly expected her to suddenly flee once again. His emotions seemed to have captured a hold of him, rushing across his face in a series of shows, and to much annoyance to his own brain. He felt that serious disappointment and anger return at the thought of her running away from him. How on earth could he be that bad? Yeah he was in a band, he traveled and he liked women, okay, he loved women, but what the hell was the problem with that? He was after all, a guy and only human… okay that was a lie to, he wasn’t human, but he was still of the male species. What did she think it meant? “So, now that I’ve showed up, obviously the one you were running from, are you going to run away again? What the hell scares you so much about me that you’d up and leave?” he asked tilted his head to the side as he stared at her, his cigarette in his right hand all but forgotten for the moment. His words didn’t hold the hurt he felt, or the anger, they were almost emotionless as he attempted to shove back the other emotions that he clearly wasn’t used to. The light seemed to have faded form his hazel eyes, and he simply stared into her own, waiting for her answer. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Pandora]

Pandora remained almost frozen in place, her muscles tense as if she wanted to turn and to run, disappear without another word once again. Though, the back of her mind also told her that if she were to leave, it was unknown. It would leave her without the security of a crowd around her that dwelled within this club.... of all places, she knew she should have stayed away... Amber hued gaze flickered away for a moment before looking back at Aidan, easing herself to move and leaned idly against the smooth surface of the bar, ordering a simple tonic water, hoping it would settle the nerves and her stomach. With a small nod, she took a single cigarette, lighting the tip of it and taking a swift drag of it, letting the smoke escape her lungs, her gaze looking down at the lighter she held, the culprit behind this very encounter. With a soft sigh, she set it gently back in front of him, quickly drawing her hand back towards herself. Pandora really had nothing to say about what had happened back at Rizco. Hell, she hadn't heard anything about it at all, but a small part of her clenched at his words. Hopefully the family would be okay.. she had come to like them alot... As she opened her mouth to respond to him, she felt herself clench up at his last question... His question caught her off guard. *Fate... that's a tricky thing Aidan...* It was true, fate had always been a tricky thing. Though, she had always told herself there was no such thing. That one man so long ago, her first love, the first for everything for her... He had spoke of fate, how they were meant to be together. That was all fine and dandy until he had disappeared with one of her best friends. All in all, she had found out that they were married with three children now. Obviously fate hadn't been kind to her... Amber eyes narrowed for a quick moment at this thought before his next questions interrupted her thoughts, bringing her attention back to the present. Slowly, she lifted her glass with the bubbling water, taking a sip and feeling the bubbles as they fizzled down her throat, though this didn't calm her, it wasn't helping at all. Wrapping both hands around her glass, she kept her gaze down on the marred surface of the clear liquid, the cubes of melting ice floating around the top. *It's not you that scares me Aidan.. it's my reaction to you that scares me* With another soft sigh, she lifted her gaze to look back at him, meeting the hazel hues of his own eyes. The lack of his normal light, the happiness that never seemed to leave him, tugged at something deep within her, knowing it was partially her fault for that dim look, that blank edge to him. It hurt her, knowing she had hurt him, it was that much more obvious now. *And Aidan.. I wasn't running from you... I was running from the possibilities.. the outcomes that could happen because of what we did..* With her last couple words, she let her eyes fall back to the bubbling clear liquid, lifting the glass and taking a small sip, the sting of tears making her blink her eyes to keep them away. Of all things, she did not want to cry.. not here, not now... Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Aidan]

Aidan looked away from her, his eyes landing on the lit cigarette that was held between two fingers. He focused on it, watched as it burned slowly while listening to her words. He wondered, silently, how she could think that way. Though she hadn’t said it, her words about fate were clear to him, she’d been burned by fate and now didn’t trust it. How could anyone not trust it when it appeared so clearly? His brother had always talked about fate, about if you thought about something, or saw it enough that it was meant to be, that if small things happened and reminded you of someone else, then it was supposed to mean something. It was fate trying to speak to you, tell you which path to take. Though he listened, he kept his mouth shut for a few more moments, thinking his brothers words through a second time before glancing at her. “It might be tricky Doll Face, but its as clear as day to mean, your just choosing to block it out, or try…” he said, a little irritation seeping into his words before he quickly put his cigarette back between his lips and took a drag. This one was harder, longer than the other before he forced it away due to lack of enough strength to continue inhaling. Tapping the cigarette out again he continued to stare at it. “Your reaction to me? That makes absolutely no sense to me Pandora…” he almost snapped. At the realization of his irritation he lifted his free hand to his face covering his eyes as he attempted to control his slipping emotions. He never usually got this bad, why the hell was he slipping now? He wondered if it was because Pierce wasn’t there to correct his attitude like he used to do when things got out of hand, which didn’t happen very often lately. One thing that Aidan almost never did was call Pandora by name. Though he loved her name, both due to the mythology of it and because it fit her perfectly, he usually never said it, always replacing it with his sugar coated nicknames. He didn’t seem to realize this, but continued his silence till she spoke again. Letting his hand fall to the counter he turned his head, his eyes catching hers before she looked away from him His eyes narrowed as her words sunk in, and he knew, he just knew that it was all a lie, she was just making it sound pretty in its own depressing way. “That’s fucking bull shit, Your just sugar coating it, You may think that the reasons were justified, but its fucking crap and it means the same god damn thing!” He said his anger leaking into his words, but though he said them loud they were not a full shout, but loud enough to make a few close heads turn and stare at him before turning back to their own business. He began a series of curses in Italian and then softly said something to himself that was obviously something that irritated him, and it wouldn’t be hard to guess what. He paused in his ramblings and turned away from her his thumb brushing over his lower lip as his eyes stared off into space. His silence stretching for a few moments before his hand hit the table with a dull thud as he allowed it to fall away from him. “Have you ever thought about just dealing with it Pandora? About talking it through to the one person that is in the middle of this? Am I that unreasonable? Until now I believed I was a fairly reasonable guy, but hell, now I’m questioning it, I must be a real dick to make you believe you couldn’t talk to me about it… more clearly than now…” he said waving his hand slightly as if it meant little, but his words betrayed the motion. He lifted his glass for another drink, downing the rest of it before dropping the butt of his cigarette into the glass and pulling out a second and lit it before putting the lighter into his back pocket and taking another drag. ”I’m surprise I even found you here, I thought for sure you’d go to a city that we’d be clear of….” he said in a calmer tone, his words showing his thought process as he continued to stare down at his hands. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Pandora]

Pandora flinched at the sudden change in his tone, her muscles tensing once more as she kept her amber gaze solely focused on her now empty glass, having sipped at it nervously throughout the last couple minutes or so. With each passing word, her knuckles turned more white as her grip grew tighter, trying to keep her hands from shaking before the glass suddenly burst into a million glittering shards, scattering everywhere in front of her, the ice sliding off and over the edges on both sides. Her breaths were slightly quicker than normal, jumping as the glass erupted and scattered. Quickly, she pulled her hands down under the bar, ignoring the looks from surrounding people and slid off her barstool, looking directly at Aidan with a slightly angry, yet desperate look to her eyes, making her amber eyes seeming glow. *Dammit Aidan! Not everything is about you, okay? I have my life, you have yours... I can't deal with you acting this way, trying to act like what we did was some kind of wonderful thing... mind you, it was, I won't deny it.. but after you left I found out I had your child Aidan... Yours!* With each word, her eyes stung and the glittering tears slowly filled her gaze, blurring the edges of his image, but with one blink they spilled over, down the curves of her delicate cheeks. Pandora stared at him, her eyes widened slightly at realizing she had told him what she had never intended to tell anybody, taking a step back before she turned and disappeared into the crowd of people, pushing through the people who had stopped to stare at the sudden drama that had unfolded. Pandora's breaths came in ragged gasps, her vision blurred fromt he flooding tears. Why the hell had she said such a thing? Aidan had always managed to bring out that in her, break down her guard and sap her of all her emotion, pull anything out of her when nobody else could, even if they tried their hardest. It was like it was easy for Aidan to just pull her apart and find who she really was deep underneath everything. The cool, night hair hit her, making her take a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself, she glanced over her shoulder, making sure she was still out of reach, hoping that maybe Aidan wouldn't follow her. What she had said wasn't fair to tell him, it was something no man had wanted to hear from any woman... for the most part anyway. She ran her fingers through her crimson hair before turning and taking off at a swift pace down the street, her arms crossed over her chest tightly. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Aidan]

Aidan turned to look at her when the glass shattered in her hands. His eyes narrowed before he looked up into her face, his hazel eyes silently question what was going through her head while his own brain told him to be patient with her. He couldn’t seem to, because more than anything her decisions were effecting him as well. He couldn’t help but dwell in how much it affected him, because she hadn’t entirely told him all of her side of it, bits and parts but not all, and not in clear detail, if she would just let him in and understand more. Her words broke off what he’d been about to say and he closed his mouth, his eyes seeming to darken with her words, his jaw clenching as he stared at her, and then with one small phrase, everything around him seemed to suddenly, disappear. Her words caught him off guard, said so bluntly as if it should have been obvious and he’d taken to long to figure it out. Had he merely imagined what she’d said? Was it his brain playing sick tricks on him using her voice as a sweet disguise? He stared at her, his eyes wide and bright, his mouth opened very slightly, confusion written clear across his pale face. His eyes followed her as she got up and left, but he was unable to follow her, simply watching after her small form till it disappeared. He didn’t seem to notice those around, those who stared, like he was, after the woman, or those who stared at him, figuring it was him who’d done something wrong. Had he? Had he done something terribly wrong? Thinking about himself, that’s what she’d said, how could he not when she wouldn’t let him see her point of view? Yet this, this was bigger, different and on a whole different level of wrong. Why hadn’t she told him? Why hadn’t she said anything? She obviously wasn’t pregnant anymore, no, she wasn’t, because it hadn’t been nine months since they’d slept together, he knew she’d be showing if she was, what had she done? It was that thought that pulled him to the surface like a drowning man gasping for a last breath. He nearly stumbled over his chair as he shot up and knocked it clear over. As a brief thought he tossed his cigarette into the glass and turned on his heel, pushing through the crowd as he moved towards the exit, his eyes on the opening and its emptiness. He’d waited longer than he’d thought, he wondered suddenly how far she’d fled, again. How she couldn’t have told him, made a decision like that with him irritated him, angered him once again, that she couldn’t trust him with that, that she hadn’t thought he’d want to know. Aidan didn’t want children, he was still far to young and immature for a child, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to know. The thought that he hadn’t had a choice, to agree or disagree with her disturbed him, hurt him like her leaving. How could finding this out, and agreeing with her choice hurt him? She’d done what should have been done… right? She got rid of it, didn’t she? Didn’t he agree with it? Yes, but why was he angry? Because he hadn’t gotten a choice? Yes. Aidan pushed threw the door and slipped out onto the cool breeze that circulated across the cities streets. He glanced down both directions, her small form lost to him as he searched. Where had she gone? Why was she fleeing again? He couldn’t let her leave, not again, but he wouldn’t force her to stay, no, he couldn’t do that, but persuade her he might. Due to her being clearly out of sight he was reduced to use his other senses like a dog in which he clearly wasn’t. Her scent, mixed with many others filled him as he took a deep breath. He turned, a quick pivot to the side before he took off running in the direction she had gone, fleeing from him for the second time. He longed to shift, to change into that form of pure light and shadow, the form that would carry him faster, make his sense of smell far stronger and easier to follow her scent. He didn’t, couldn’t, for changing now would announce his presence to the world, and seeing a large white tiger racing along the city streets was not a daily occurrence. It would be easier, but very stupid indeed. He ran after, following her sweet familiar scent as if it was his only life line, that if he didn’t catch up to her he’d finally finish sinking. The need to reach her, the sheer desire for not letting her go filled his brain drove him crazy with it as he fought to find her. As his mind raced with everything that had happened between them, all the bad and the good, her scent grew stronger, so much stronger that before he could stop he’d nearly ran into her, but managed, to grasp onto her arms and twist out of the way, catching himself before he pulled her into a small alley and pushed her back up against the wall, his breathing coming out in ragged pants from his run. His fingers curled around her arms, firmly but not painfully. “What… what you said in there… was it true?” he whispered, his words seeming a sort of gasp as he attempted to both speak and catch his breath. His hazel eyes searched hers, trying to find the truth as if he was expecting a lie to slip so sweetly from her talented tongue. How he longed to kiss that mouth, but figured it would be a very bad choice at this moment. “Why didn’t you tell me? Did you think I wouldn’t have wanted to know?” he said shaking his head as if mentally trying to believe that was true. “Why wouldn’t you tell me? Why wont you tell me anything? Let me inside your head! Let me know so I can do something! Why wont you trust me?” He said shaking her slightly as if longing to shake her till she found some form of sense. Again that hurt filled him, that she wouldn’t trust him with the knowledge of things, why it wasn’t his anger he didn’t know, but it was that deep hurt, the one that pained even those around them with a simple look. “Why wont you just let me love you?...” he whispered softly before letting her go and taking a step back, his eyes suddenly falling away from her, his head bowed. He wondered if he should leave this time, just walk away like she wanted him to do. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Pandora]

Gentle breeze slowly drifted through the dark streets, the hour late so many people were home in bed or in the very least with their families. Heels made a quiet click with each step against the concrete passing swiftly beneath her feet as Pandora kept her pace, trying to not look desperate, though she was to make sure she couldn't be found again by Aidan, whom she knew would eventually get out and try to find her, even if it was to take most of the night. Crimson hair, soft to the touch, fell around her shoulders, the breeze so soft it barely rustled the gentle and natural wave she held to it. It was rare for her to straighten it, though she wished that she had decided to do that before going out this night. Aidan had never seen her with her hair straight, straight as spun silk. Surely he would never have recognized her if she had... Within her thoughts, Pandora dwelled as she made her way as far from the club as she could, taking random turns as if it would throw off her path that she had taken, though deep within, she knew that it would never work... Aidan had that other part to him that was so keen to the sense of smell. It wasn't like it would be a needle in a haystack. More like trying to spot a zebra in a field of green grass. Frowning at this thought, she felt the wind rush around her, yelping softly as her back was slammed against the wall. Though it wasn't painful, she let the sound escape her vocals and her soft pink painted lips in mere surprise, though frightened once she realized who it was. The very sight of this man sent her pulse racing, feeling the hammering of her heart in her chest, her blood coursing through her veins with anticipation, blended with a bout of nerves. The sound of his voice, intertwined with the melody of his words, sent chills up and down her spine, though her body shook as the words took meaning. *Yes Aidan... why would I lie to you? Amber gaze stayed closed as she let these words escape her, soft and quiet as a whisper. If they had been normal, human, the words would have probably gone unheard. But they weren't what sombody would call normal. They were of the other sort... the one that usually on dwelled in dreams and storybooks... *Aidan... I couldn't tell you. And you know that it wouldn't have gone over well if I had told you. You and I... we just... you aren't ready for a child. Aidan, it just wouldn't have worked out... ou would have thrown some sort of hissy-fit or something, gone all crazy or something.. I don't know.. and I'm sorry I didn't tell you Aidan.. I just thought it would have been better if you never knew* The golden hues of her eyes lifted, meeting the hazel color of his own, her expression weary, as if she were slightly relieved to have this secret out in the open, though a pained look crossed her eyes, a tightening in her throat at the end of her words. Pandora could tell what Aidan thought, that she had taken care of the problem by aborting the small fetus that had begun its short life within her very womb.... Softened sigh lifted her lips, the gloss glinting in the dim light of the ally as she let her gaze fall, no longer able to look him in the eye, those eyes... *Aidan.. I didn't get an abortion. I ran away when you left.. I had just found out maybe a couple days before. I was only about three weeks along. I have told you before that you scare me.. that how I feel about you and what we have done scares me... Pandora paused in her words, not really sure how to keep going, how to really explain the situation to Aidan, especially with him standing right in front of her. Her chest felt like it was closing in on itself, the pain overwhelming her, mixed with the relief that so confused her. *I ran away Aidan because.. because I wanted to keep this child. I knew you would have never heard anything of it, being that you are just starting your career and want to be out with your women and your crowds, live the life of a musician. I care too much about you to be the one to hold you back.. to take that dream from you before it even fully started.* Taking a deep breath, Pandora held it for a moment before letting the breath slowly expel from her lungs once more, eyes still downcast to the dirty pavement below. *I also didn't want to hold you back myself... so I figured I would leave, let you keep that freedom, but keep some of you with me, in the eyes of a child.... but I lost it...* Tears filled her eyes as she finished her words, spilling over her cheeks and falling into the nothingness that they would eventually become. It was true, she had so yearned to keep that child, just to keep him in her heart, a constant reminder of what might have been. Though the fear had also gripped her since the day they had met. There was something about him that just unleashed and tore down all guards and walls that she had taken years and years to build. Sure, it wouldn't have been the real thing, the real him, but there would have been those eyes to melt her heart everytime she saw them. Shaking her head, Pandora couldn't answer his last question. Why wouldn't she let him love her? The fear.. the fear of being left behind once he found another woman, one that could possibly turn out prettier than herself. No, she couldn't let herself go through that pain, that horrid hell, ever again. It was a pain that nobody should ever have to face. Pandora opened her mouth to respond to him, but closed her mouth, unable to respond, the tears only falling faster as she lifted her amber gaze, iridescent through the falling tears in the moonlight, to meet his own gaze, unsure of anything anymore... Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Aidan]

Aidan's hands rested on his hips, his breathing still faintly ragged, his eyes locked onto her tin frame. He let her speak without interruptions, listened carefully to every detail. He kept his distance from her, almost s if he was afraid he'd scare her off if he got to close to her a third time this night. He stood, however, close enough to block her path, to keep her there so she couldn't run from him again. He was tired o chasing after her, both mentally and physically, but somehow he couldn't stop, like something kept forcing him to chase her every time she tried to give herself space from him. Sighing he turned his head, her words playing back in his head over and over again. His eyes narrowed faintly before he finally forced himself to meet those unbelievably pretty amber eyes. His look was clearly not pleased and seem, for him, far to mature and adult to actually be a look that belonged to him. "Why wouldn't you lie to me when you don't tell me anything Pandora? We've been playing this game for months and this is the most information i've gotten out of you, in less than an hour. You might not have actually led to me, but you haven't been telling me the truth about everything." He paused, catching his still heavy breath before looking away from her. He could watch those eyes fill with tears, couldn't handle it when that image, so sad in his mind, burn into his brain. Last time she had broken down into tears it had washed every emotion he'd previously had away, replacing it with that unbearable guilt that he was the one to have caused it. He looked away now in shame, feeling it creep up on him like a predator stalking its prey. The shame was caused because he was both relieved and disappointed about the pregnancy having been miscarried. For though he knew he wasn't ready for a child wasn't even near thinking about it, he could see that she had wanted it, to flee from him and keep it all to herself. "You keep running away because i scare you, yeah you told me that, which i still don't think makes any sense. I am the least you have to worry about when thinking of something frightening..." He said with a light wave of one hand before returning it to rest where it had previously been resting on his hip. It was then that he paused, listening as he continued, speaking of his dreams, his wants and his needs. He honestly couldn't understand where she was getting these thoughts about him. Aidan was pretty predictable, that much was clear, no to mention he didn't make it a secret on how much he liked and enjoyed women. He want, however, a heartless pig to trap a beautiful oman into a relationship and cheat on her with countless women. He'd also never, in his life, felt this sort of attachment to an person in his entire life. the only sort that had been mildly close was is brothers relationship with him, and that alone could never possibly compare to how much this one soared. He understood the part about the crowds, he loved people, but he didn't know how she would stop him from meeting people. Some of it may have been is dream, but to him, she could have fit perfectly well into it, with the lack of going out of his way to meet other pretty women. "Did you ever think, Pandora, that if you'd actually had the baby, that i would want to be a part of its life? I know i'm not ready, for fucks sake i can hardly take care of myself without Pierce keeping an eye on me, but i would have wanted to be a part of it regardless. I'm not that much of an ass to run away from things that are confusing and troubling." he said in a slightly snappish tone before he glared back up at her, his words holding more meaning to what she had always done to him, then to him himself. "You know, i honestly don't know how you can think so low of me, i'll admit that i enjoy the company of other women, hell I'm a guy, i can't help it, but i don't run around sleeping with ever female i see..." he said, his eyes searching hers as if he was trying to find some change in her, some form of something that would end this argument, this fight, this struggle to keep something that had never had a chance to even breathe. Very slowly he drew closer to her, his eyes watching her carefully before he moved his hands out, is thumbs brushing her upper arms before he set each hand on either side of her He leaned down slightly so he was level with her, his eyes staring into her own. "What makes yo think, because i know you do, that i would ever, ever want to hurt you Pandora? Unintentionally or otherwise? I've told you this before, never in my life have i ever felt this kind of emotion for any person i have ever met. To tell you the truth about all those other women, they are fake, laying a role, acting stupid so i'd like them, of ll the women i've met since coming here, you are the only one i've met that is real, that means something, thats not stupid. Your a smart women, but i don't get why you believe i'd hurt you in any way. I'm not stupid enough to not see possible mistakes.. and don't you dare get off saying that we, being together, have ever been one." His words had fallen to a considerably soft tone, the words smooth and almost sweet as he spoke to her, his eyes never straying from hers as he spoke each and ever word. It wasn't normally like Aidan to reach so deep inside himself, to search and to try to keep something that he hadn't realized he both longed for and desperately needed. Who would have ever guess that Aidan needed one single woman so badly. Slowly his eyes lowered, lingering on her lips before he lifted a hand and gently brushed his thumb under her lower lip, longing to touch them but fearing to smear that lip gloss. He looked back up, meeting her eyes again before he rested his hand gently against her face. "As hard as it may seem for you Pandora... I haven't been with or thought about another woman, as much as i think about you, they don't give me the pleasure, in any way as you do, all i've a mind for, is you. And if you can't understand that, i don't know what else to say." he whispered softly, his brows lightly furrowing as if that last thought troubled him, hurt him like nothing else could, for if she couldn't understand it, if she wouldn't and wanted to keep running, it would be her hurting him, and to deeply for simple words. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Pandora]

Liquid amber gaze stayed on the ground as she listened to Aidan, hearing his melodic words, accented so beautifully with the language of his homeland, the country of his birth. Pandora knew exactly what he was feeling, as it was partially true for her own self as well. This game had been going on since the first day they had met and each one thereafter. It was like they were the opposite ends of a magnet attracting through everything that should have held them apart. For one, Pandora had always told herself she would never let herself be with another man, not after that one nameless one so long ago, the name she had forced herself to forever forget. Sure, she would use them when she needed something, but disappear soon after. Though, for some reason, this little tactic she used was not going over well with Aidan, he was somehow slipping through the loopholes every single time she made a move. Soft sigh escaped her lips once more as she listened to every word, knowing full well that she had never told him anything pertinent to who she was, about her past, anything at all about herself that might have made this whole situation never happen. Lifting her amber gaze, she looked off down the darkened ally, a faraway look in her eyes as she mulled over her own thoughts. *Aidan... I just didn't want to get in your way... you need to understand it. We weren't supposed to go as far as we had... not with feelings involved* With her last couple words, she blinked once, but once her eyes reopened, they were refocused on his own hazel hued eyes. Her face was blank, using most of her energy to try and keep the emotion off her face, though she flinched every so often at something hurtful that went across her mind, a memory, or even just the look in his eyes, the emotion in his words. *I don't think low of you Aidan, I could never do that. I care too much for you. You need to understand that I cared enough to let you go on with your life, go with your dream that you have told me so much about, your passions. I would have eventually told you about the baby, after he or she was born. I just didn't need you to drop everything you were up to.. I didn't want you to tell me no, that I couldn't keep some small part of you for myself...* Pandora let a soft breath escape through her glossed lips, listening to the steady thud of her heartbeat within her chest, the blood pounding in the depths of her ears, moreso as she felt the gentle, whisper soft touch of his thumb against her lower lip, the nerves sending waves of fire from the touch throughout the rest of her body, the flush rushing to her cheeks, turning them gently more pink with a single gasp. No, not a mistake.. it would never be seen as a mistake in her eyes... Lifting a hand, she brushed her fingertips up along his wrist before linking her fingers through his against her lips. He had to know, this wasn't fair that he was so clueless as to why she was the way she was. Slowly, she brought their intertwined hands down, her gaze dropping to look at the two of them, her skin so pale in comparison to his, her hand so small... *Come with me... you'll understand...* Gently, she eased out from in front of him, though keeping her fingers laced within his own, softly tugging to bring him along with her. She kept her silence as she walked, listening to the various night sounds that only could belong to a city. The sounds of various cars, groups of people along with the ones going solo, a random guy strumming a guitar on the corner with a hat on the pavement, a few dollar bills inside. Pandora kept a slow pace, easing her thoughts in her mind, how she should talk to Aidan and try to get him to understand her feelings, where she was coming from. That it wasn't him at all that made her this way, that it was all her and the things from her past that had happened. After a few blocks, the iron gates that surrounded large green fields of a city park came into view. Though, she walked through the opening that lead into it, down a winding walkway of concrete before the small playground came into view, a few benches strewn around them for the weary mothers that came during the day with their toddlers and friends. Taking a seat on a little swing, keeping her legs together, ankles crossed, her slender fingers letting go of his and twisting around the chains on either side of her. For some reason, she had found this to be a spot of contentment, a place for her to escape and think. Several quiet moments passed before she lifted her gaze to the star strewn sky overhead, the indigo slightly lightened, fading the stars from the city lights that surrounded this small spot of solitude. *It was years ago Aidan.. I was only seventeen at the time. I met this man.. he was a few years older than me.. I loved him almost from the very first moment we met...* Pandora's words were slow, tight with the emotion that now made her throat clench. It wasn't so much that she was still hurt by what happened, just by the fear that gripped her, the overwhelming fear to not let what happen, happen again. No, it wasn't about that man anymore.. *We were together practically everyday, inseparable many called us. It was what I thought was the most magical part of my life, where I was at my best, with the one man I would share my life with. He was romantic, sweet, charming... and not hard on the eyes either. We would sneak off at night, do our own thing. He was my first in everything.. *Anyway, it grew into what I thought was a very strong love until one day I came home. Mind you, my parents never thought much of him. Always thought there was something that he wasn't telling us, there was something he was hiding, something that many people would think of as sly and manipulative. But I didn't see it, I just saw a man that had claimed he wanted me to be his bride, to raise a family with me. Back in those days, all I ever wanted was to be the woman who was home with the kids and pregnant with the next. Be the type of wife that would have dinner waiting on the table when her husband got home, do everything he could have ever wanted from her, and go beyond even that. But I came home that one day, finding a note on my front door to my parents' house. It was short and to the point, that he had taken off with my best friend Andrea. Nobody ever heard from the two of them again. Well, I didn't anyway until a few months later when I got a wedding invitation from the two of them, a small letter from Andrea requesting I be her maid-of-honor. So on and so forth, they now have three kids and he is sleeping with his secretary...* Eyes narrowed for a moment at this thought. Yes, that was surely why she no longer hurt over the man. It was clear to her that it was a good thing she had gotten out when she could, or else she would have most likely been in that same position, or possibly even worse. Nobody could possibly know such a thing. Amber eyes flickered for a moment before moving away from the night sky, her words had barely been above a whisper. Pandora merely stared at Aidan for a few silent moments before letting her gaze drift off across the park, silent once more, hoping he would finally understand. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Aidan]

He took a step back when she slipped her fingers through his own and moved from between him and the wall. He watched her with a look that spoke highly of caution, like he was trying to build a wall that would protect his feelings with what she was about to tell him. Like once again she would reject him and flee from his side where he desperately wanted her to stay. What could have happened to her that forced her to be this way? that mode her afraid of the things that should have been bringing them closer. It was very clear to him, as she tugged on his hand and they both slipped from the ally together, that they felt the same about one another. He wondered how she could avoid it if she felt what he did, that unbearable need to cling, to be, to just watch. He needed her now like he had never needed anything else in his life, and that thought slightly scared him. How could one person need someone else so much that it hurt? He followed her, keeping just a slight step behind as she lead the way through the streets. The night air was a cool gentle caress against his seemingly over heated flesh, the mere feel of it was a sort of gentle relaxation, yet somewhere inside of him a part of him remained painfully tense. Other people would have gotten tired of the games they played, the endless running, the endless chasing. Normal people would have seen the trouble in it, the uselessness. He realized that if he thought that way, that if he simply gave up, which he wasn't going to do...ever, that it was merely an infatuation. No, this was no infatuation, his was stronger, much more potent, much more intoxicating. He didn't realize where they were going, or where she was leading him till his thoughts took a moment to stop, to pause so he could figure out where he was. Aidan wasn't entirely used to this place just yet, but he knew its layout a little better now than when they had first arrived. his eyes shifted, looking towards their hands before his hazel orbs shifted to look at her profile. "You can't help the way we feel, even if it was trying to be avoided..." he whispered softly, finally responding to the words she'd said in the alley a few moments before. He fell silent when she started to speak again, and he knew now that his silence was needed for her to get this out, that now, she was finally letting go, that she was finally telling him something he both wanted and needed to know. As he listened he took in her words, making a mental and rather vivid image of the things she said. His eyes had moved downcast, listening carefully to what she had to say, and though his tongue itched to say something about t, he waited, he listened, till she would finish. He didn't cling to her hand when it slipped from his, though he wanted to, how he wanted to refuse to let her go. He stood there a moment, listening before he shifted and finally to a seat in the sand only a foot in front of her. his legs were drawn up, his arms wrapped around them. He looked, for a moment like a child would that was listening to an interesting story, his is expression betrayed that interest, that childs delight. It seemed her story was just as disturbing to him, as it was for her. His hands linked together, his eyes staring a little off to the side and behind her as she kept talking, finally explaining it to him, explaining why she feared him in an emotional setting, in the way that should have made them feel complete. Aidan had never had anything so heartbreaking and scarring happen to him, nothing besides the death of his older brother, the one person besides Pierce that he looked up to. It wasn't the same, the feelings of loosing a beloved sibling and feeling the breaking of your heart. It wasn't the same, but he knew that the pain, the feeling of the heartbreaking pain, the almost physical feeling of it, that was the same, that similar pain even if it was two totally different situations. Sighing heavily he turned his gaze back towards her bright amber eyes, watching them for a moment when her words faded into the surrounding silence. He watched as she looked at him and stared before she averted her eyes away. He simply stared, unable to look away from her as if he longed to fight for his own unique personality compared to the one of her first love, the man who'd hurt her so much. Aidan sighed a second time, and rested the side of his head against his knees, his eyes staring off at nothing as he contemplated what he now wanted to say to her. Finding words have never been a problem with him, it was finding the right ones that forced him to think over what he wanted to say. He didn't want to make a mistake, he didn't want to scare her away some more, and most of all, though he felt angry towards this person, he felt grateful, for that man had placed Pandora in his path, a gift from the gods, even if the story didn't go so well. "I understand it Pandora,i understand how it could effect your view now towards me. That it scares you what we both feel for each other. Though i understand that fear, i don't get why you would feel it towards me, when the feelings there are so clear, to me at least. I'm not like him Pandora, i would never dream of doing a thing like that has already been done. This feeling, its so strong, so much so that hurting you would kill me..." He whispered finally lifting his head to look up at her. He shifted to move onto his knees, his hands moving onto the swings chains just below hers, his face close to hers once again. "I want to try this out Pandora, i want to see where this can go, i may have dreams, but i don't want to picture them without you in them. I can still have dreams if your with me,i would rather you be apart of those dream, we've already got a part of it off the ground, now i want this to go along with it." he said softly, a small smile playing upon his pale lips as his eyes searched hers. He moved his hands to her hips, forcing his touch to bring her gaze back to him. "Don't you even want to try it?" he whispered, brows furrowing slightly before he carefully pulled her off the swing and turned her so she lay back in the course sand. He leaned over her, his forearms resting on either side of her head in the sand, his fingers gently playing with stray strands of her hair as he moved his body to hover lightly over hers. "You might not want to hear it from me, but i love you Pandora, i've never loved anyone in my life, do you really want to continue running from it?" he whispered, his smile fading as his brows furrowed into a slightly thoughtful and hurt look, as if he was waiting for her to say something that would only drive him away, something she'd been trying to do since they met. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Pandora]

Smooth lips never moved as Pandora sat in silence, just waiting for Aidan to say something in response to the story she had just told him. The silence seemed defeaning, making her want to scream to at least have some sort of sound, some sort of word spoken, even if it wasn't exactly a whole word. It was when he actually spoken that her attention focused once more, away from her thoughts and focused intently upon him. Deep inside, her heart seemed to slow for a moment, but thud harder against her chest wall, her blood feeling like it thickened in her veins. Almost like everything had slow downed to slow motion. His words were careful, she could tell that much. For once, Aidan was thinking about what came out of his mouth before he let the words flow. That alone told her that he was telling the truth. He wasn't just spewing words and lies to get what he wanted from her, like men tended to do when an attractive woman was in front of them, or involved in some way. Amber gaze focused on the hazel hues of his own eyes, her lips immobile and silent, another first when it came to the both of them. A few crystalline drops clung to the tips of her lashes from the earlier tears, but now, her eyes were starting to flood once more, though not necessarily for the same reason. It was one thing for Pandora to cry, for she wasn't one to let tears fall so easily. It was normally when she was angry or extremely upset, but hardly ever about the joy that seemed to bubble up deep within her chest. Though, her subconscious seemed to try and expel that feeling, unsure of how to take it as she had always managed to shake that feeling and move on with her life. Pandora let her fingers loosen around the chains of the swing on either side of her, sliding down to enclose around his hands that had come to rest just under hers, her grip firm, but soft. Like she was trying to hold on to him, make sure he was real and that what he was saying was real, that he really meant it from somewhere deep down. That man from her past had told her so many lies in the amount of time that they had been together. *I have never had anybody tell me that before... that they could live the life they wanted with me in it... only that one guy, but it was obvious that wasn't the truth..* Amber gaze dropped for a moment, brow furrowed quickly though when she felt her body being shifted from the swing she sat upon, only to feel the course texture of the sand that covered the ground across the expanse of the play area meant for young children to interact with one another. Her hands had moved, letting him go as her body felt the sturdy ground beneath her. Liquid gaze flickered for a moment, staying up on him, quiet as he spoke to her once more. She felt the air leave her for a swift moment, like she had exhaled and forgot to breathe again. Love? Try it? Pandora felt her body tense for a moment, the one word she hadn't heard from anybody for years. Sure, she had heard the actual word, but only about objects and actions, not the feeling that one person could have towards another. Slowly, she took a deep breath, blinking a couple of times as if to clear her eyes, looking off to the side for a moment in quiet thought. After a few silent moments she returned her gaze back up to Aidan. Did she want to try this? She knew how she felt, that deep burn everytime he was near to her, but the fact that he could get past all of her defenses so easily caught her off guard. But, if there was the trust, shouldn't that not be a problem? Amber gaze stayed still before a soft smile flickered for a moment, feeling his fingers within the crimson depths of her hair. It would be dirty and need washing after being in the course sand, but that didn't bother her at this point, not right now. Slowly, she lifted her hand, resting it softly against the side of his face, her thumb brushing over the curve of his chin. *I hope you really mean that Aidan... just don't hurt me...* Her words were a gentle whisper, almost unable to be heard before she lifted her upper body slightly off the ground, propping herself with one elbow holding her up before. She paused, feeling his breath against her own lips, looking over his face in a slow scan, the smile slightly more visible and stable before she lightly brushed her lips over his own, whisper soft. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Aidan]

Very slowly a smile spread across is pale lips, his eyes lighting with it, burning with the sheer joy of her words. His right hand moved with her as she propped herself up on her elbows. His fingers glided up her arm and through her hair as she leaned forward and brushed her lips so softly against his own. His fingers curled inter her hair gently as he returned the kiss, slowly, carefully turning it into something more, something deeper. Very slowly he pulled back, his fingers slipping through her hair to rest against her cheek. His thumb gently brushed along her cheek bone, feeling the soft smooth silky skim under his hand. His hazel eyes studied her lips before moving up to meet her amber eyes. A smile returned to his face, his eyes, washing away all the pain and seriousness that had effected him since their meeting this night. "Of course i mean it, does anything come out of m mouth that i don't mean?" He asked with a soft laugh. Very slowly he pulled away from her, sitting back in the sand and pulling her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into the soft gentle curve of her neck. He inhaled softly, pulling her scent into him, the sweet intoxicating scent that had brought him to her again this night. "I don't think i would ever be able to..." he whispered softly against the soft warm flesh of her neck. He didn't ant to move, didn't want to know that in only a few hours the sun would arise and disturb this perfect moment. He wanted to sit there, to just hold her, bathe in the sweet scent of her and never move. For a long time Aidan didn't move, he simply held her against him with his face buried into bother her neck and hair, holding her longer to make up for the time in between. He'd long since convinced himself that she wouldn't have let him hold her, he hadn't ever really believed that she'd stay, that she would allow him the time to prove to her that they were meant to be, that he did love her and would never dream of hurting her. He hadn't thought she would give him this much time, this much information to let it be possible. How wrong he had been. Lifting his head carefully he looked up at her, his smile playing even still, his eyes bright with it like there was something humorous about it all that made his eyes laugh. "Do you even realize how happy you've made me tonight?" He whispered a soft laugh escaping him before he leaned up and pressed his lips to her own. One of his hands slipped from around her waist to press against the back of her neck, pulling her as close as she could possibly be without them being fully joined. The taste of her lips was just as intoxicating as the scent the swelled around him, both filling him with sort of energized contentment. For once in his life he felt momentarily complete, like this was what fate had had in-stored for him his entire life, and that no one could have felt as rich as he did in that moment. He knew they would have any disagreements in the future, but it wouldn't be like the one they had finally pulled themselves through tonight, and that made everything possible. He wasnt about to let her get away from him again, ever. Pulling back from his kiss he smiled at her yet again, lifting his hand from her neck to brush a stray waved strands of hair back away from her face. "What do you say about heading back to your place? The guys will give me shit if i take you back to the hotel." he said with a sudden grin. Though Aidan usually took things in stride, and ignored or dealt with that people threw at him, he didn't want the guys to ruin this, not yet anyway, he' deal with them later. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit

[Pandora]

Amber hues disappeared behind closed lids as Aidan's lips met her own once more, slightly deeper than her own intended one had been. That musky scent that only a man could have intoxicated her senses, but along that, the underlying scent of feline that her own beast could smell, the canine within her, though there was no protest from within as well. Her hand lifted, cradling the back of his neck as she let herself flow into the kiss as well. Pandora knew she had heard him right, that he said he didn't think he was even capable of hurting her. She knew he pretty much wasn't capable of lying. Aidan tended to lean towards the type of person that said exactly what was on their mind, usually without thinking of how it would effect other people, or sometimes not really caring. Slowly, Pandora drew back, a gentle smile across her face at his words of how happy she had just made him in this last few long moments. Her heart felt a slight flutter at his words, tightening and then releasing, but out of a joy that seemed to make her not want to breath any longer, like that would have been more effort, or it was like her body was telling her to just let her life go, to pass on while she was in this state of pure bliss. *Me too Aidan.. me too...* It was simple, obliterating the words about why she too was happy. Leaving out all the frills and sugarcoating that wasn't really needed. She was happy, not ever having known that he could possibly have wanted a woman, let alone her, to tag along with him, to try and become a partnership that most couples eventually became. Sure, they both had their moments with one another where they seemed they would never agree, never fully get along. But there were also moments like now, when Aidan had this sweet and sensitive side to him, rare, but it was there. Pandora smiled at this thought before realizing that he had said something about heading back to her place instead of the hotel he was more than likely staying at with Damian and Pierce. Brow furrowed for a moment, her smirk slightly faltering at his comment. The gloss from her lips was slightly faded, the kiss having taken the majority of it with its escape. Slowly, she withdrew from him, getting up to her full height and brushing the sand off of her slender figure as she looked at him in question. *Why would they give you shit about me? Is it because I left...?* Pandora tilted her head softly to the side as she kept her gaze on him, watching as he stood up to get ready to leave, head back to where she had decided to make home within this city, this place that was so new and unlike what they had both left behind. Table-Morbid/Graphic-Spirit