Broken Wings

Part Sixty One - WHAT did you just say?

Chapter Sixty One

Aaron felt as though his eyes were protruding on stalks, he was trying to absorb the impact, the moment in it's entirety. Julia looked amazing, she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, nothing special, but she glowed. His make-up free face, her loose hair....none of it was effort, none of it was anything out of the ordinary, yet she seemed ethereal in her innocence, her happiness, even her anxiety seemed to heighten his response to her.

Then there were the words, he knew that it had taken everything she had to confess that. Julia, the enigma that she was, being honest, open – telling him exactly how she felt. That was huge, for her, for him...for them.

"Julia..." he finally managed to open his mouth, but the shock, the delay, the wonder as he processed this amazing moment, must have been too little too late, because whilst she wasn't smiling, her face dropped with a sad sigh, before her mask once again lifted into place and she shrugged before making her way towards the kitchen.

Groaning, he reached out and grabbed her, stopping her retreat, "Julia."

"No, it's OK. I'm just going to..."

Instead of letting her finish, let her escape, he shook his head and pulled her into his arms, then plastered his lips to hers. It wasn't as romantic as he hoped, but it was all he had, when words failed, actions were all he had left. She was rigid in his arms, the tension so palpable in every inch of her body, but as he eased his lips over hers, his tongue pressing for entrance, she seemed to relax in slow ratchets, her lips, her arms, her body...then her legs as she leaned into him, finally giving herself to the moment.

It was him that separated them, lifting her head to meet her eyes, "I'm so glad you came back." She blushed, so he added, "and I'm sorry that you saw Melissa...she wasn't with me."

Julia nodded, "I know...I just got scared."

He rested his forehead against hers, "me too. Can we be scared together?"

Taking a deep breath, she pulled back to look at him, "we have to talk."

"Do we have to?" He pressed his hips into her and smiled at her groan, he was as hard as diamond.

That made her smile, "not talking hasn't worked out so well."

He grinned, "we've made a mess of it all."

"You haven't, I have. You've done everything for me, put me up, bought me things, counselled me, dated me...got me through my meltdown, helped me get over my hang ups..." He blushed again.

"You mean sex?" Could she get any pinker? He chuckled, running her fingers under her chin, lifting her head, "you make it sound like torture, and I have to say, the only thing better than burying myself in you, is watching you come. It's my new favourite thing, and I don't want to stop."

"Aaron," it was meant to be a hiss, but it came across as a gasp.

"I love teasing you," his own voice was croaky, so he lowered his lips to her ear. "I love making you blush, and I love making you gasp."

She nit her lip, and it was his undoing. "I want you, Julia. I want this to be me and you...I'm just scared I'm going to blow it."

Her arms moved, her hands coming to cup his face, "I can't begin to repay you for all that you've done."

"I don't want repaying."

Silencing him with a finger to his lips, she shushed him, "let me speak, I've been working our what I want to say all day. Don't stop me now."