Aurélia stormed into her parents' room, her frustration evident as she headed toward her dad's closet. 'I'm really fed up with him,' she muttered under her breath. 'Why does he keep hitting on me with those cheesy, over-the-top compliments? It's seriously annoying."
Aurélia finally found the perfect outfit, one that might just give her dad a taste of his own medicine. She entered her room and she spotted Isaiah lounging on her bed, eyes glued to his phone. She marched over, yanked him up, and thrust the clothes into his hands. "Just wear this, okay? Trust me."
Isaiah protested, "What's the big deal? I was just sitting on your bed,'just'! Aurélia didn't bother responding, herding him out of the room as he continued to grumble. Once he'd crossed the threshold, she firmly closed the door behind him, shutting out his complaints.
Isaiah looked at the clothes in confusion, "What's going on, Aurélia? Why are you giving me these ugly clothes?" He shouted from the outside of Aurélia's room.
Isaiah retreated to the guest room to change into the outfits Aurélia had given him. The outfit clinging to his chiseled physique as he dressed. "The shirt hugs me like a second skin," he muttered, his voice low and husky. "But what does it matter? Tonight, we're bound together with Aurélia by a shared purpose and nothing else matters." The shadows cast by the dim lighting seemed to dance across his face, as if fate itself was conspiring with Aurélia's plan.
Aurélia slipped into an oversized t-shirt, the fabric swallowing her frame. She padded downstairs to the kitchen, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on the refrigerator. She opened the door, revealing the stash of treats Isaiah had brought for her. Her fingers closed around a packet of chocolate cakes, and she smiled to herself as she pulled them out.
The kitchen door creaked shut behind Isaiah, and Aurélia's heart skipped a beat. 'Isaiah!' she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. He emerged from the shadows, a sly smile spreading across his face. 'Yes?' he replied, his eyes locking onto hers. Aurélia's fear melted into laughter as she took in his ridiculous outfit. "You really enjoy sneaking up on me, don't you?" she teased, her voice laced with affection. "And you look adorable in that oversized t-shirt almost as cute as you do when you're started." Isaiah said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"What brings you to the kitchen?"Aurélia asked, her voice muffled by the chocolate melting in her mouth, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she gazed at Isaiah, who stood by the door, his eyes fixed intently on something. "You've even closed the door," she continued, a hint of amusement dancing in her voice. "Don't tell me you're afraid of being alone in an empty room?"
Isaiah's husky voice sent shivers down her spine as he replied, "Of course not." His gaze never wavered, his eyes locked onto something- or someone. "I'm just keeping an eye on a certain... stubborn creature that prefers to prowl in the shadows while others snooze."
Aurélia's playful tone was laced with sass as she retorted, "Well, that's your problem. Don't worry, this rat of yours will eventually nap and sleep quietly, unlike those other mice who insist on wearing ill- fitting clothes."
Isaiah's laughter was low and throatly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled, his gaze still fixed on hers. Aurélia approached the door, but Isaiah swiftly stepped in front of her, his hands moving to lock it. Their eyes met, faces mere inches apart.
Isaiah yanked Aurélia on the wall. Aurélia's heart started racing as Isaiah was closer her. Both of them breathless, Isaiah was husky like a dog begging for a bone. Aurélia's body seemed to crave to Isaiah's closeness. Isaiah's hands started moving Aurélia's body. His fingers sliding around her arms. His arms around her waist.
His lips brushed on Aurélia's ear as he whispered; "You may not know it, but my love for you is deeper. I want to see you be happy every single day of your life, and I'll do whatever I can to make sure you always have a reason to smile. My beautiful little ponny and my dearest princess!"
These words touched Aurélia's heart. With tears of joy streaming down, she couldn't believe that the person she hated the most is the same person standing closer her telling her these sweet, touching words. Isaiah wiped her tears carefully and fired her kisses on her face sweetly.
Isaiah's eyes then moved to Aurélia's cherry pink lips, his thumb slightly inside Aurélia's mouth. Aurélia started sucking his thumb. She closed her eyes waiting for what comes next in this intense moment.
He also closed his eyes too, his lips brushed against Aurélia's cherry pink lips. Kissing her so hard then he couldn't give her space to breathe. He carried her in his arms from the kitchen and laid her on the couch in the sitting room. His body on Aurélia's and his hands on her thighs, firing kisses down her neck. Isaiah took a break from the kiss and stood up. This is not what I think someone like him can do! Taking a break from the kiss, with the girl she always wanted to be with or touch one-day?
Aurélia remained laying on the couch but her eyes were fixed intently on Isaiah's body. "There are some changes boys get when they're thinking of having sex." Aurélia said, her voice soft and flirting.
"How did you know...Who has said that I'm thinking of sex?" Isaiah stammered. Aurélia gently stood and took a step closer to him. "Your prolonged eye contact to me, your touch and your pants. Your dick erected when you were kissing me, I felt it."
Aurélia walked more closer to Isaiah and pushed him back on the couch, sitting on his laps. "I liked how your lips felt on me." Aurélia said as she traced his jawline with her fingers. "Where else do you want to kiss me later?" she added. "It drives me crazy when you look at me like that. " Isaiah replied his voice husky.
Isaiah gazed into Aurélia's eyes, brought her closer to him, his hands holding her face offered her a sensual kiss and he again kissed her earlobes.