1 comments/ 9689 views/ 0 favorites Impressions Ch. 01 By: coloryourworld Gin dropped her backpack, sketchpad, and purse in a heap by the door of her apartment, peeled off her ski coat and shoes, grabbed a pillow from the armchair and flopped on the floor in front of the television. She was out of class for the week and the vintage record store she worked in was closed for remodeling for a few days. It would be a welcome break. She switched on the television and flipped through the channels. She settled on some rock music video countdown on MTV2. It would entertain her nicely while she was waiting on the studio at the university to empty out. She wanted to start on her final art project for the semester. Just as a Weezer video she liked came on, her cell phone started ringing. I'm not answering that. If it weren't all the way across the room or I weren't being such a bum right now I would turn it off. I know it's Travis and I'm not in the mood to deal with him. She had made out with Travis once and it was over a year ago. They had intended to go out that night but it started raining so they just watched a television movie and kissed on the sofa. The thought made Gin sick now. She didn't like him and didn't think he was attractive. She had no idea why she had ever kissed him at all. She hadn't talked to him since then, until a week ago. He had started calling her every day trying to get her to go out with him. It sounded innocent enough, but she knew it was just a booty call in disguise. She also knew why he had started calling again. He had finally heard the rumors about her. Gin had developed a pretty bad reputation, but she didn't really care. She didn't even do most of the things people were saying about her, though she was a wild child. And an ice queen. But she liked it that way. People liked her, but she didn't keep many friends. She was antisocial and she knew it. People didn't mess with her. Until Travis. And he wouldn't continue for long because if he did he would soon find out just who he was dealing with and it wouldn't be pleasant. Much to her dismay, because she liked her wild image, she was still technically a virgin, though it was disputable because she'd done everything else in the world other than let a guy inside her. It wasn't that guys didn't want her. It was that she didn't like any of them well enough to risk an STD or pregnancy just to make them happy, when she could make them happy a million other ways. She could get her kicks other ways too. Someday, she thought. Someday there will be someone I can't resist and it will be hot. Ugh. Commercial. She stood up and turned off her phone then walked into the kitchen to get a soda from the refrigerator. She also found a bag of M&Ms and some pretzels for dinner and returned to the floor in front of the television. * * * Aren sat at a drawing table in the university studio with his head in his hands. He hated the project specs for his final art piece. He stood up so quickly his stool turned over with a loud crash. He paced back and forth in front of the table staring at the sketch paper which was blank other than some eraser smudges and a graphite thumbprint. He walked over to a window to watch the little bit of activity still on campus. Most people were gone by now. At least from this part of the campus. In nice weather that wouldn't have been the case, but it was the beginning of December and it was cold and dreary out. Why can't I have something better to do tonight? Why am I such an art nerd? I can't believe I've let myself turn into someone who says they're going out and ends up at the studio covered in paint two hours later. Oh well. I don't mind so much, but it's not a lifestyle conducive to meeting many people, especially a girlfriend kind of person. He sighed and leaned against the window sill. He usually liked being alone but tonight he wished someone were there with him. The holidays did that to him. He had never had someone in his life to share Christmas with. It didn't seem like this year would be any different. Aren was shocked to hear the studio door open. In fact, it made him jump. He had been sure he would be by himself all night. He was even more shocked to see the pretty face and the maple syrup colored loose curls peering through the doorway. She looked as surprised to see him as he was to see her. "Umm, hi... Do you mind if I work in here with you? I don't want to bother you or anything. If it's a problem I can find a different studio or something..." the little beauty queen trailed off and stared at him expectantly. She had sounded a bit shy, but he could tell by the expression on her face she wasn't intimidated by him in the least. In fact, he thought she might be able to kick his ass if she wanted to. Sweet but tough. It was an interesting combination. He laughed. "I don't mind at all. You may be a distraction, but I think I would be more distracted if you left than if you stayed." A crooked grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. "What's that supposed to mean?" She shot back. "Oh, umm, nothing. Nothing offensive, I mean. It's just that, oh never mind. I'd like for you to stay. Company would be nice." "Ok. But do you mind if I put on some music?" "No, but only if it's rock. Something says it will be, but I wanted to make sure." Thank god she finally smiled, he thought to himself. She's pretty, but damn, she'd take a lot of work to get warmed up. "Is there another kind of music?" He smiled that time. He couldn't believe it was Gin O'Neill. He knew who she was but they weren't friends. He wasn't sure that he'd even ever talked to her before. She had quite a reputation. Mostly with the frat boys. Jackasses. She looked nicer than he had heard she was, but he could already tell she didn't take any more crap from people than she wanted to. What he knew best about her was her art, which was frequently displayed in university shows. It was fantastic. Something about her intrigued him. Maybe it was the spirit and passion he saw in her art. She definitely wasn't the average girl. He thought she was probably twenty one, like him, but he wasn't sure. He couldn't get past how cute she was. He had seen her around campus frequently and he thought he had had a class with her the previous year, but he'd never noticed her this way before. Maybe it's just because it's been so long since I've been with someone, he thought. Somehow he just didn't quite believe that. She was probably 5'6" and she was curvy but slender and athletic. Strong but very feminine. He guessed she didn't weigh much; she looked like he could easily pick her up with one arm. Not that he would try just yet; she might tear him apart. He noticed her eyes quickly. They were aquamarine. Almond shaped pools of Caribbean Sea water framed by dark dreamy lashes and perfect arched eyebrows. Her nose was more prominent than most girls' but it wasn't too big. Her lips were full and looked soft and made for an amazing smile. She had a spattering of light freckles across her nose and her skin was a creamy shade of pale ivory. She was wearing a clingy vintage rock concert t-shirt, old ripped lowrise jeans, flip flops even though it could snow out, and a ski coat. Definitely an artist. Aren laughed to himself and Gin looked at him like he was crazy. * * * Gin couldn't believe who she saw in the studio. Aren Black. What luck. I'm going to have to share a studio with him. Gin didn't know Aren well, but she didn't like him. He seemed arrogant and rude; stuck up and aloof. She wasn't into that kind of guy. It was like he knew he was gorgeous and wanted to flaunt it. Gorgeous he was. He was a big guy. Tall, probably 6'4". He had an athletic build slightly running on the lean side of muscular, but he was well built none the less. He had dark chocolate brown hair that hung in loose waves just below his shoulders. His eyes were some dark shade that almost looked black. Gin hadn't been close enough to him to tell if they were brown or blue. They were set off by dark, almost heavy brows. His nose was prominent and his chin and jaw-line strong. His facial hair was usually more scruffy than clean-shaven. Gin had never seen him wear anything other than blue jeans and a t-shirt. Totally hot bad boy. Appearance wise, they were a perfect couple. Gin recognized that but didn't think it meant much. He might be cute but he was still stuck up. And what was the deal with what he said about her not leaving? That was weird. She took the drawing table next to his after turning on the radio and began to think about her project. "So, Gin, what's your project? Did you get lucky?" "Funny. Not so much. I did get lucky with surrealism as the style, but the object or scene or whatever is a kitchen." "A kitchen? Wow, you have to be kidding." "Definitely am not. What'd you get stuck with?" "Unfortunately impressionism. And an Italian city scene." "Wow. How typical. At least it's not a vase of flowers." Aren laughed. "I hate impressionism. It drains the life from me. And so does drawing a cityscape. I asked if I could put people in it and she said only if they didn't draw attention." "I've seen some of your realism pieces. You're fantastic. I can see where impressionism wouldn't be your thing. I liked the one you did of the eyes. Totally freakin' awesome. It was like all these animals were staring at me out of the dark." She couldn't believe she was being friendly. It was just happening. They were getting along. She wasn't trying or anything. She shook her head and turned back to her sketchpad as he began walking back toward his table from the window where he had been since she arrived. He had to walk behind her to get to his table, she knew that. What didn't make sense was the way he ran his hand across the small of her back as he passed. What disconcerted her even more was the pleasant way it made her shiver. Apparently, he noticed because she saw the grin tugging at his lips as he sat down. What the hell was he doing? She hated that she wanted him physically. Why do I never go for nice guys? I always want the ones who are probably just in it for the sex. I don't have a reason to think he would be any different. He couldn't be. Could he? Damn. Why is this happening? I can't like him. Unless I had the wrong impression of him. I don't usually do that. To trust first impressions or give him another chance... that is the question. She glanced at him and the playfully cute way he raised his eyebrows and grinned when his eyes met hers made her decide on the latter with a sigh. * * * She's too much. I can't not make a move. What the hell? I thought she was such a bitch. She's been nice though. And funny. And she didn't say anything when I touched her back. That was obviously unnecessary contact and she knew it. She liked it. I felt her shiver. She smiled at me. She looks like she wants me but isn't sure she should go for it. I wonder why. She keeps looking over here but she doesn't want me to know. It's adorable. I wonder if she's realized I haven't taken my eyes off her since she came in the door. "Gin." "Aren." She looked at him expectantly with her eyebrows slightly raised. "Yes?" "I want to paint you." "Paint the image of me, or actually paint me?" He wasn't sure she was playing along until he saw the wickedly playful sparkle in her eyes. "Both," he said. His voice had gotten husky. Damn, I bet she's hot in bed. If she puts even a tenth of the passion she puts into her art into her sex life it'll be a something a guy won't ever forget. * * * Gin and Aren worked almost silently for the next few hours. Occasionally one or the other would sing along with a favorite song on the radio and twice Gin stood up and danced, but they didn't talk much. Gin noticed that Aren kept looking over at her. She knew that because she kept looking at him. Around midnight, Aren stood up and began packing his things. "Hey, come on. I'll walk you to your car." "You don't have to." "I know. You're a big girl in a tiny package. You can take care of yourself. I can still walk you to your car." Gin laughed. "Fine. If it's worth arguing about. I'll get ready to go." The nearest parking lot to the art building was quite a distance away. The two walked quietly for a few moments. Then Aren muttered almost inaudibly "I thought you were such a bitch." He expected her to be mad, instead she grinned and shook her head. "Well, I can't hold that against you. You're not totally wrong. Just out of curiosity, what do you think now?" She thought she saw a hint of flush rise on his cheeks. When he cleared his throat, she knew she was right. "Well, umm, don't take this the wrong way... but cute." He grinned, then continued. "And pleasant and funny. I know you're a wild thing, and honestly, I'm a little afraid of you, but it's not enough to stop me..." Gin was confused by what he meant by the last part of his answer until she realized that they had arrived at her car and he, no sooner than the words had left his lips, spun her around and pressed her body between his and the car. Aren looked at her face for a few moments. His face was close enough she could feel his breath. She wasn't shocked that he was going to kiss her. What did shock her was the expression on his face. It was gentle and warm and just enough lusty to be irresistible. He dropped his sketchpad and backpack and circled her waist with his arms to pull her closer. She tilted her head back slightly as he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was light and warm. He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, seemingly for approval. Gin gave him the answer he wanted by snaking a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him back to her for another kiss. He pressed into her so hard she felt light headed. Finally, when both of them broke apart for a much needed breath, Gin softly cupped the side of his face and whispered "Better go. You know how to find me." With that, she gently broke his hold. He stood and stared with an adorable boyish grin on his face as she drove away. She couldn't believe she was actually hot for Aren Black, though she was beginning to reconsider her opinion of him. Even if he really is a jackass, the physical part could still be fun. Is that all I really want this time? Damn, this sucks. I don't know what I want. Much to her chagrin, she couldn't stop herself from replaying his every touch in her mind and hoping he really did know how to find her. Impressions Ch. 02 Aren stared mindlessly into the pot of soup he was cooking. He couldn't believe he had kissed Gin. It had been on his mind the whole weekend so he had been trying everything imaginable to occupy himself. That included gourmet cooking. Normally, he settled for preparing things like spaghetti or a toasted sandwich for meals, but he was a fantastic cook. He only enjoyed it sometimes, though the results nearly always pleased him. Today he had prepared tomato Florentine and homemade breadsticks. He found himself unable to get his feelings together about what had happened with Gin. However, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that it was hot. He still couldn't quite believe that he had been wrong in his original opinion of her; that she was cold and difficult. But he just couldn't forget her laugh or her smile. Why does she have to be so complicated? Can't she just be normal? He knew as soon as the thought entered his head that it was the precise reason he was unable to stop thinking about her. She was anything but normal. He also had a feeling that the reason she was so complicated was that, unlike a lot of people, she wasn't trying to be any certain thing; she was just trying to be. That left a man in his position totally lost as to what to expect from her. As the timer for the breadsticks chimed, a crazy idea began to form in him. This just has to work. If it doesn't... well, if it doesn't I don't know what I'll do. * * * Gin was nestled in a pile of pillows in her living room floor reading a sci-fi novel with a romantic twist when someone started knocking at her door. I wonder who that is. I'm not expecting anyone. Gad, it's probably Travis. He left something in a voicemail about stopping by sometime. How would he even know where I live. I've never brought a guy here before. I'm sure he could find out if he asked the right people, but still... If he shows up here I'm going to make him wish he were dead. She braced herself for the man she currently despised, but jerked open the door to see Aren; the man who had totally confused her. He looked hot, as usual, in old jeans and a black long sleeved t-shirt. He had pulled his hair back somewhat neatly, though some strands in the front had come loose. She was much happier to see him. "Hi," he said nonchalantly, but there was a hint of hesitation. "Hey." Her smile gave him one. "Come in?" She noticed he was carrying plastic containers and something wrapped in foil. It appeared to be food. Now she was perplexed by more than just her feelings for him. He walked in and went directly to the kitchen. He was so strange. Sometimes he was incredibly smooth. The next minute he was a shy kid. She laughed quietly at the thought that his suave ways were probably mostly just an act. He's as mixed up as I am. Apparently, her giggle was audible, because he turned to give her a quizzical look, but ended up grinning and said nothing of it. "So Aren, what brings you here?" "Dinner. And you." He said it so quietly and looked away from her so quickly she was sure he was blushing. It was unbelievably cute. She wasn't quite sure what to say, and though she didn't know how she felt about him or how she wanted to feel about him, she walked behind him and stretched up to kiss his cheek. He was so quick as he turned and pinned her between himself and the cabinet that it seemed like it should have been rough, but it wasn't. She didn't even have a chance to squeal in surprise before he pressed his lips to hers, lightly first, then in that so-hard-it-makes-you-dizzy way. She pulled back to catch her breath and kissed him again, quickly and lightly. This was definitely a good way to make her like him. I'm sure that was his plan. "So... the dinner part?" "What, you'd rather have food than me?" he teased. "When it smells that good, it's a very hard decision." "Oh, I see." He pretended to look hurt, but she saw him grin before turning back to the food. She handed him a pot to reheat the soup and turned on the oven to keep the breadsticks warm. Every chance he got, he brushed against her or stood with his hip against hers, or leaned around her to get something while making an obvious effort to smell her hair. * * * To say that he had surprised her was an understatement. Gin could not believe he had found her. Or that he had cooked dinner. He didn't exactly look like the typical chef, but the food was amazing. She really wished she could figure out why she liked him. More specifically, she wanted to know how he was able to get her to change her opinion of him so quickly. She had finally admitted to herself that she just hadn't realized the depth of his personality. Still, she knew he could be a jackass. It concerned her that she liked him anyway. Damn. I just had to get interested in a confusing one. So many guys out there would have me without wanting it complicated and I find him. Do I really want it simple this time? That's never made me happy in the past. He obviously wants me but he doesn't know what else he wants. He seems unsure of why he even wants me. At least we're on the same page. Still, two confused people is definitely not going to be an easy thing. Well, I've always been a trouble maker. They had been curled up in the pile of pillows watching movies on television since after dinner. That was over six hours ago. Both of them seemed to be willing to simply accept the physical contact as a godsend and ignore the muddled emotions, at least for the time being. * * * When Aren had pulled Gin against him on the pillows, she had been incredibly soft and just a little bit warm. He though it felt like cuddling with a puppy, especially when she curled up tight against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, only he wanted to take her to bed. The fact that she had on those faded, form-fitting lowrise jeans and an off-the-shoulder long sleeved t-shirt that clung to her curves didn't help in that department. He couldn't help but notice how adorable her sparkly electric pink toenails were. Or how genuinely pretty her face was. She really didn't need makeup, but the slightly smoky look she did to her eyes only made her more sexy. He was glad he finally had the opportunity to run his fingers thought that silky golden brown hair. Her waves were loose and shiny and she didn't care at all if he mussed them up. At that moment, Aren decided to stop thinking. He knew he didn't know what he really wanted from Gin. He didn't care. He also knew that thinking about it would bring him no closer to enlightenment than he was already, so why bother. He decided to simply go with what felt right. He decided not to question his heart with the screwed up stuff in his head. Right now, nothing in the world felt more right than holding Gin. "It's late. I should probably go..." he said. He knew leaving would be the proper thing to do, but he certainly didn't want to. "Why? There isn't class tomorrow..." she trailed off and he thought he noticed a hint of hurt in those aquamarine eyes. He always felt like she could see all the way into him every time she looked at him. "No, there isn't... Do you..." Not sure of what else to say he just looked at her. "You can stay with me. I don't mean like that... just... oh, I'm rambling." "I understand." He smiled. "Do you want me to?" He hadn't expected for her to offer to let him stay. Her body obviously liked his, but he didn't think she'd be that open. He needed to hear her say yes. "Yeah." He couldn't read the look on her face. It looked a little put-out, but she grinned. He forgot all about anything he might have been thinking as she, once again, relaxed against him and started running her fingers lazily through his hair. She apparently liked it to be loose because she had pulled the rubber band out before they had even started dinner, causing him to chuckle. He didn't really care what she did as long as she wanted him. To have the reputation she had, she was a surprisingly playful little thing. She laughed, joked, and smiled almost constantly. He had no doubt she could take care of herself or that she was perfectly capable of getting along well without him. He took great joy and a bit of pride in the fact that she seemed to want him with her even though she didn't need him. * * * Gin felt like she was on top of the world snuggled up next to Aren. She was happy he had agreed to stay the night, which made her a bit nervous. Not that he was staying the night, but how much she wanted him to. She wanted to have sex with him, but she knew that wasn't going to happen tonight. Letting a guy stay the night was a new thing. She had slept with them before, but not in her own house. He had earned this though, what, with the brining dinner and being such an amazing kisser. And he held her so close to him it gave her goosebumps. It also left her no doubt that he was into her. The hard place pressing into her back told her everything she needed to know. It made her smile. He was the first guy she was ever happy to have interested in her. Usually, the physical attention of guys annoyed her, but from him it was an amazing compliment. He pulled her around to kiss him and the look in his eyes caught her off guard. It was definitely sleepy, but warm and caring, and mixed with enough desire to shake her resolve about not having sex tonight. Apparently he though she looked sleepy too, because he rose and scooped her up in his arms, causing her to squeak in surprise. He grinned and switched off the television. She clung to him as he carried her to the bedroom. She knew he wasn't going to drop her even if she just hung limp, but she liked the way he looked at her when she wrapped her arms around him. "What?" Aren asked. Gin was laughing, almost uncontrollably. "Hmm? Nothing. It's just we have to be about the most immodest people ever." He had carried her into the bedroom and they had both immediately pulled back the blankets on the bed and stripped down to their underwear. "Why? Just because we're standing here barely dressed like it's the most normal thing in the world? Surely you don't think that's strange." "No, I definitely don't think it's strange. But you're the first person who hasn't. And your boxers are cute." That made him blush. Then he grinned and tackled her down to the bed, causing both of them to erupt into laughter. They play-fought for a few minutes, until it magically turned into making out. They lay snuggled together under the blankets, both with sleepy smiles, until they drifted off. Impressions Ch. 03 Gin had just gotten back into town after the holidays. She had stayed with her parents from right after finals until a few days ago because she had to be back to work at the vintage record store. The store had given her the rest of the week off before classes started again. She was on her way from the record store to her art instructor's office to pick up her final project from last semester, which she had managed to throw together on the last possible night. She and Aren had each worked all night on their respective pieces and then made breakfast together. Though they had spent a great amount of time together from the day they met, but during finals week they seemed to be glued to one another. They had discussed trying to spend time together over the break, but though their parents lived in the same metro, Aren was flying to his grandparents' home, which was halfway across the country, for the entire break. He offered to pay for Gin's plane ticket, but she had already committed herself to work in the place she had worked every winter and summer break since high school. They had sadly decided that absence would make the heart grow fonder, even though absence sucked. She was glad to be back at the university. The holidays exhausted her, in part because she, unlike most people, refused to relax over breaks, and had been working fifty hour weeks. Also, most of her good hometown friends were there so she stayed out late at night. And her family was, in large numbers, stressful. This was the first day she had to even recover from finals week. Still, tired as she was, she was more than ready to see Aren. The art instructor wasn't in the office, but the final pieces were stacked against a wall with a note that said to 'Please get your paintings out of my office, I've been tripping over them all damned week. Thanks!' She laughed and sorted through the canvasses. She finally found hers. An A? Rock on. Procrastination works well for me, though it must have been graded generously. Aren is supposed to be back tomorrow. One more day of complete boredom. Assuming he still enjoys my company after our time apart. Thoughts like that crept up on Gin from time to time. She hated them. She wasn't a 'relationship person' and she knew that. She wasn't trying to be. She just liked Aren's company. A lot. Relationships scared her, but not having Aren in her life scared her more. She would be ok for a day and not think about him too much, then the next day it would hit her like a freight train. She would think she was strong and that she was fine without him, then she would start to think how much her life would suck if he weren't in it. The little doubts about his affections disturbed her greatly. She had always been independent and the presence or lack of a man in her life had never bothered her one way or another. She wanted it to stay like that, damn it. Maybe Aren isn't like all the other guys I've been around. Maybe he really isn't the jackass I thought he was. A girl can hope, right? * * * Gin was awoken abruptly from an unusually deep sleep. Someone was banging on her front door. "What the hell? It's like three in the morning," she muttered as she drug herself out of bed. She padded to the door in running shorts and a cami. She knew she had the world's worst bed-head and probably wasn't dressed appropriately for anything, but she really didn't give a damn. She picked up one of the throwing knives from her collection in the bookcase and held it behind her back. She jerked open the door. "Hey baby," Aren said as he bent down to kiss her. She briefly considered slamming the door in his face for waking her up, but she pulled him into the apartment with the hand that wasn't holding the weapon. She leaned into his kiss and parted her lips at the gentle suggestion of his tongue. He wrapped his arms around her and quickly jumped and pulled back. "Whoa, beauty queen. Should I be concerned?" "What?" "Well, you're holding a knife... and I did wake you up. I could see where you might want to kill me." Gin had forgotten about the throwing knife she was holding. "If I wanted to kill you, I already would have." She flashed him a smile and turned to return the weapon to its case. "If you weren't smiling, I'd leave now. But you are, so I think I'll kiss you. I've missed you. Before I get too involved in not missing you anymore, I have a surprise..." He trailed off as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pressed his lips to her cheek. "Oh? What is it?" "A surprise." "I'd hurt you if you weren't so cute when you think you're being crafty." "Yes, cuteness has always gotten me by. Well, beauty queen, get your coat. Oh, you might want to get a bag with some of your things in it. Like panties and a toothbrush or whatever." She glared at him but he could see a little sparkle in her eyes. "You do realize it's the middle of the night... where are we going?" "Somewhere." "Fuck you. You're evil." "You know you like it." "Pish posh." "Haven't heard that in a while. Now, come on. It's a long drive." "You just had to peak my interest. Can I wear sandals?" "Sure. Your toenails are a bit too cute to cover up." The fact was, he could barely keep his eyes, or hands, off Gin. It wasn't just her toenails. The tussled state of her hair, the slightly smudged eye-makeup, the skimpy clothing even though she'd traded the shorts for jeans... she was breathtaking. Maybe she'll let me mess her up a little more when we get where we're going. "Suck up. You're still trying your damndest to get me to sleep with you." "You've already slept with me. I'm trying my damndest to get you to have sex with me." "Oh hush." With that, Aren ushered Gin out the door of the apartment, locking it behind himself. If his plan went as he hoped, they wouldn't be back in there for a few days at least. He flashed Gin a killer smile as they descended the staircase. "Ok, doll, this is going to take a while. You should sleep." "I'm not that tired right now, though. And don't you want my rambling chatter to keep you company?" she half-heartedly protested. "I'd love the company, but you look dead. A cute dead, but still dead. What, have you slept all of three hours in the past few days?" "Umm, something like that." She smiled sheepishly and sighed heavily as she resigned herself to taking a nap. Aren watched her from the corner of his eye as she curled up in the passenger seat using her coat for a pillow. He knew he wouldn't be comfortable sitting like she was, but she certainly appeared to be. She wasn't lying when she said she napped like a cat he chuckled to himself as he turned on the radio. * * * It was sunny out when Gin woke up. Apparently it had been for several hours. The clock in the car said 10:30. "Morning cutie." Her sleepy smile was absolutely adorable. "Hi." She stretched her arms and ran her fingers through her hair. Then she reached over and ran her fingers through his hair. It was certainly something he thought he could get used to. "Hungry?" "Yeah." "Ok. Ten minutes." "That'll work. So, where are we?" "I'll let you figure that one out. And I'm still not going to tell you where we're going." "I'm feeling a little like I've been kidnapped." "At least your captor is nice." "I don't know about nice. You certainly look like a bad boy. I think I like it though. I'll give you friendly as an attribute, however." Aren laughed. Man, she's even a handful when she's just woken up. What have I gotten myself into? He was still awed by the fact that she answered the door in the middle of the night wielding a throwing knife. He had no doubt she would have been holding a pistol had one been handy. He pulled his Jeep into a café whose sign said it served breakfast twenty-four hours a day. Well, it'll raise our blood pressure, but it'll probably be good. These places usually are. He knew from several previous experiences that Gin loved breakfast foods. She frequently at them for lunch or dinner rather than standard fare. She ordered pancakes, eggs, bacon, and orange juice. He ordered a ham and cheese omelet, waffle, and apple juice. As he predicted, the food was fantastic. He was always amazed how much Gin ate when she had breakfast, which wasn't that often. At other times of the day, she could be considered a light eater. "Now will you tell me where we're going?" "No. You'll know in a few hours." "A FEW? That's so mean." "I guess you'll just have to punish me for it later." He smiled wickedly. "No comment." She glared at him, but he saw the hint of a smile on her lips when she turned again to look at him. He was glad it was such a long drive, even though he was tired of being in the car. It was really giving them uninterrupted time to catch up. Since neither of them had anything important to do until classes started in a few days, he thought this would be a good time for something a little crazy. Just a little though. He had a feeling it would take a hell of a lot more than this for Gin to think it was really crazy. She was the most laid back person he had ever met, but she was still fiery. He loved that about her. * * * The expression on Gin's face when she realized he had driven fourteen hours to take her to the beach was something Aren knew he would never forget. Her eyes said 'love' when she kissed him in the driveway of the little beach house. It belonged to some friends of his grandparents' and he had done some pretty tricky negotiating to get them to let him rent it for the week and have it stocked with some key items. He unlocked the door and carried each of their backpacks inside. "You know, I've heard about this place and seen pictures for years, but I've never been here. Never had anyone I wanted to bring." He said the last part so quietly she almost didn't realize what he said. "It's beautiful. Thank you. I don't even know what to say." "Then don't say anything. Your eyes tell me everything your lips won't." She couldn't believe the look on his face. It was so warm and kind. It looked like... love! Surely not, he can't...I mean...him...but...why... And yet, it certainly did look like love. If she could have read his heart she wouldn't have wasted her time doubting herself. She was so overcome by the warm-fuzzies she didn't care much what she thought anyway. "Baby, I want nothing more than to spend the evening trying to seduce you, but..." "Go to sleep, doll. You can try to seduce me when you wake up." She kissed him on the cheek and moved to close the door. "Wait... There are a couple books in my bag if you get bored. Sorry baby, I just..." "Hush. I know. I don't mind at all. Not to mention, you may want to be well rested later..." After a sexy little grin like that, Aren wasn't sure how much sleep he would actually get, but she shut the door and left him in peace and he was soon in dream land. Gin passed the evening curled up in a hammock on the back patio, which was literally on the shore, with a fantasy novel and sparkling grape juice. She liked champagne, but sparkling grape juice was cheaper and sweeter. Apparently Aren had remembered that, because he had had someone put a couple bottles of each in the wine cooler. She also noticed that pretty much every one of her favorite foods was in the kitchen. She was especially pleased with the fresh pineapple and what appeared to be a key lime pie. She still didn't know if she loved him. She was pretty sure she felt like she loved him though. She did know she was happy. Wasn't that what mattered? When Gin realized it was dark out, she went back into the bedroom. Aren was still asleep. Apparently, he was having a good dream; he was smiling. When she saw the bump under his boxers she grinned. I wonder if that dream involves me? He's too cute to wake up for dinner. Everything can wait until tomorrow. And the next day. And the rest of the week. She planned to make his effort well worth it. Eventually. When he wasn't sleepy. She stripped out of the jeans and curled up next to him, pleased when his arms immediately tightened around her pulling her closer to him. This is definitely something I could get used to, she thought, as she herself drifted to sleep. Impressions Ch. 04 The first thing Aren noticed when he woke up was Gin, half-dressed, beautiful, and cuddled up next to him. Now this is definitely the way to start off a day, he thought as he shifted to look at the clock. Eight in the morning. Well, that's early. Probably because I fell asleep on her as soon as we got here. She's such a doll; she acted like it was perfectly ok. I wish I could have done something else. Maybe I should make her breakfast. He started to roll out of bed, but Gin, still asleep, whimpered softly when he began to let go of her. Well, so much for that. Breakfast can wait. I'd rather cook with her later anyway. Maybe I can just drift back into dreamland, Aren thought. Maybe I could recapture that dream from last night. Damn, I wish I could remember all of it. The fragments are so good... Something about Gin. She was dressed sort of Goth. That I remember. Black, fitted, sheer, off the shoulder long-sleeved shirt over a dark red cami, black miniskirt, fishnets, and knee boots. So incredibly hot, not that I don't go for the rocker girl look, because I definitely do... this just fit too... Her hair was normal, and so was her dark, smoky eye-makeup. But she had on blood red lipstick and that choker ribbon necklace. I don't remember the charm. I wonder what she'd say if I suggested she dress like that sometime. It's not like it wouldn't fit her personality. We were just walking through a city. Holding hands. She was wearing a wedding ring... Can that be right? I'm probably just trying to remember it the way I want it to be... Everyone was staring at her but she acted like they weren't there. She only looked at me. We were going somewhere, but even in the dream I didn't care where. Pure euphoria... His thoughts wandered away as he fell back asleep, but sleep didn't last long. He awoke quickly when Gin stirred, rolled over with an adorably sleepy grin, and nuzzled a kiss into his neck. "Morning, beauty queen." "Hey," she said, her voice still syrupy with sleep. "What time is it?" "Early, still. Around eight." She murmured something he didn't understand and snuggled herself back into him. Apparently not time to get up yet, he laughed to himself. He knew he would be perfectly content if they didn't do anything else all day. * * * Several hours later, Gin had made her way to the shower and Aren, feeling much fresher after his, was making spring rolls and yakisoba for lunch. Just as Aren was serving the food onto plates, he caught motion out of the corner of his eye. "Hey, baby," Gin said as she kissed him just below his ear. It always gave him goose bumps, which she seemed to love. "Perfect timing," he said, smiling. He started to turn around to finish serving lunch, after taking a moment to appreciate the way her jeans fit her bum. Then he saw what she was wearing around her neck. A black ribbon choker. And the charm gave him a nice strong dose of de ja vous. The word 'love,' in Chinese. He had no idea why or how he knew what it said, but he had no doubt he was right. They sat down to lunch on the back patio, which had an incredible view of the ocean. "Dude, I know my neck is cute, but personally, I think my eyes are prettier to stare at. Or my chest. What's up?" "Oh, umm, nothing. It's just your necklace... I've never seen you wear it before." "Yeah. It's not new, but I haven't worn it... well, ever really." "Why?" "Umm... no reason. Not an important one anyway." "What does it say?" "Love. In Chinese." "I like it. If it were up to me, you'd wear it all the time." She laughed. "I'll consider it." He couldn't believe it. It has to just be a coincidence. I'm going crazy. I don't see the future. I don't get premonitions. I... well, it's just crazy. "Your spring rolls are fantastic. And of course, I love yakisoba. I could definitely get used to your cooking." "Thanks, cutie. Your cooking is nothing to speak poorly of. In fact, I prefer it over my own." "Funny, funny. I make, like, three things well. Aside from baking, of course. And fancy cake decorations, but what good are those except at weddings and showers and whatnot." "You could open a bakery. I swear, people would pay a small fortune for one of your cakes." "Perhaps. But don't count on me opening a bakery in this lifetime. So, what's the deal for today?" "No plans. Maybe go hang out on the beach. Get some sand between our toes. That kind of thing. If you want later, we can go into town. Apparently it's a quaint little thing. The lady who owns this place loves it." "Ok. If we get bored that sounds good. I think I'd like to get all sandy first, though." The wicked little smile she gave him made Aren wonder just what was up her sleeve. * * * Gin was standing in the kitchen finishing up the last of the lunch dishes. She had insisted that Aren go entertain himself while she cleaned up because she liked being domestic now and then, and doing the dishes after he cooked only seemed fair. She could see him sitting out on the patio. He had a sketch pad and seemed to be intensely focused on the beach house. I wonder what he's drawing out there... She put the last plate in the cabinet and strolled out onto the patio. "What's up, baby?" He sighed. She was barefoot. Which seemed only natural. She was very vain about her feet, but in his opinion she had every right to be... they were inordinately cute. "Just seeing why you were drawing the beach house instead of the scenery. It doesn't even seem like it would be the best viewpoint from here. But I trust your artistic intuition. Can I see?" "Sure. But I wasn't drawing the beach house, exactly. It was more like something inside." Gin looked at the sketch, only to see herself, standing in the kitchen window drying a plate. The image was so simple, but never before had she seen herself through Aren's eyes. It brought a smile to her lips and nearly tears to her eyes. In the drawing, she looked so warm and happy. The only thing she could do was flop down in his lap and wrap her arms around him. Kissing on the shore sounded like the best thing in the world. The sketchpad fell out of his hand and hit the wooden plank patio as her lips pressed to his. * * * The sun was nearly completely set by the time Gin and Aren strolled their way back up the shore to the beach house. They had been walking and playing and snuggled up kissing on rocks all afternoon. It had been a beautiful day, but with sunset, the ocean breeze felt chilly. The relative warmth of the beach house felt nice to Gin. "You have sand in your hair, beauty queen," Aren teased as he ran his fingers through it. "Only because you put it there," she retorted. "Go ahead and take a shower, if you want. I'll start dinner." Why on earth is she blushing? She's taken a shower with me around several times... He figured it out only seconds later. "Umm, baby..." Gin said as she stepped closer to Aren. "Would you like to come with?" Aren didn't say a word, but scooped Gin up in both arms and carried her into the bathroom, not even bothering to kick the door closed. Wow, now I'm blushing, he thought to himself. She just gets to me like that though. He set Gin down and stepped back. She began to pull her top off, but he caught her wrists. "May I?" "Be my guest," she said. Her blush was entirely gone, except for a healthy rosy glow. He could tell it wasn't at all from being nervous but from having fun. This was play to her. Not that he doubted that she cared about him. A wickedly playful grin formed on her lips. What have I gotten myself into... He couldn't resist bending down to kiss her, full on. She parted her lips easily and in mere moments had him panting for breath by alternately nipping his bottom lip and doing tricks with her tongue. She stood still for him as he looked at her; slowly, from head to toe and back up. Then, he reached for her. He ran his hands through her hair, then down over her shoulders and down to her hips. He held her for a moment, looking into her eyes; seemingly to make sure she wanted to continue. Gin nodded slightly and he moved for the hemline of her shirt. She raised her arms as he gently pulled it over her head. He ran his hand down her bare stomach, unfastened her jeans, and slipped them over her hips. She stepped out of the pile of clothing toward him, now nearly leaning against him. He slid his hands around her ribcage and unfastened her bra and let it fall from her shoulders. She sighed as he hooked his thumbs under the hip bands of her panties and slid them slowly down her hips. She stood before him, totally naked. She thought she would be a little nervous, but she wasn't. His presence, while exciting, calmed her nerves. The tenderness and happiness and the little lusty glint she saw in his eyes as he gazed at her made her willing to do anything he wanted. She reached for him, looking into his eyes for approval. He nodded and shivered when her hands met his sides. Aren's breathing had already grown slightly heavy. He knew he was in for a long night. He wasn't planning on going all the way with Gin tonight, but he didn't necessarily object to that. Gin slid her hands under his t-shirt and pushed it up. Her raised his arms for her and helped it off over his head when it got too high for her to reach. He was more interested in her hands on the waistband of his jeans. He looked down to see her slender artist's fingers tracing lines from his navel to his waist band, back up, and then across his stomach just above his jeans. "Ahh, Gin. Baby, please, just go for them," he nearly panted. She was having the time of her life teasing him. Good god, she certainly knows what she's doing. If she doesn't, she's a hell of a good guesser. "Aww, you don't like it?" she pouted chidingly. "Oh, I do. I definitely do." She didn't respond, but quickly unfastened his jeans. She slipped them down gently, having little difficulty accommodating his excitement. She did the same with his boxers, taking note of his tremble as her fingertips grazed his cut lines. Then she took in the sights. He pulled her to himself, making sure she would feel his hardness on her stomach. She was so soft. He knew she was from sleeping with her, but he had never touched her completely natural before. She was so beautiful. He thought she looked like a goddess. Gently guiding her in reverse, he moved to turn on the shower. Making sure the water had warmed up, he lifted her up and set her inside. They took much more time than necessary to wash one another's hair and bodies. Each loved simply to touch the other's body, but neither was in a hurry to go too far too quickly. Both were physically ready for a long night of making love, but, again, neither was in a hurry to go too far too quickly. They kissed and cuddled and touched, but kept it as innocent as naked people in a shower can. When they were effectively clean and both breathing heavily, they stepped out of the shower and dried one another off. It was the most tender, affectionate moment either of them had experienced. The held onto one another's bare bodies one last time before dressing. Then they went into the kitchen for dinner, Aren staring at Gin's backside the whole time. Damn, who would have thought it could look better naked than it does in those jeans. I'm a lucky man. * * * Gin was thrilled with the way things were going. It wasn't exactly what she was expecting, but she couldn't have been happier. She really was ready to give it up to him, but going slow seemed definitely like the better choice. It wasn't like they weren't going to have sex eventually. They were. They were just getting completely comfortable with one another. What better way than giving one another a shower, Gin thought. She and Aren made tequila lime grilled chicken salads for dinner. For the first time since they had been dining together, Gin and Aren neglected the dinner dished. They went directly to a pile of pillows Gin had constructed in front of the French doors in the living room, which looked out to the ocean. They curled up together and Gin began reading aloud from one of the fantasy novels Aren had brought her. She could feel he was hard again against her back, but his breathing was steady, so she just soaked up the moment. There will be plenty of time for all that later. What's this called... delayed gratification? One of my Zen principles. Gotta love it. She laughed and began running her fingers idly through his hair as she read. Plenty of time for all that later. Plenty. Impressions Ch. 05 Gin sat on the patio steps and leaned back against the railing, looking out at the ocean. She and Aren had taken a shower together that was both incredibly hot and innocent. Then they had lunch. Then he had asked her to read to him. Then they took a nap. Now she was out here thinking. Actually, she intended to think, but mostly she stared out at the ocean and let the images burn themselves into her mind. She fully intended on painting all this later. The coastline was absolutely gorgeous. Just as she stretched out her legs and closed her eyes, a very sleepy looking Aren wandered out onto the patio. "What's wrong, beauty queen?" he asked. She was surprised by lines of concern on his face. Usually the only emotion she could see was in his eyes. "Hmm, nothing," she said, moving to the side of the step. "Come sit." "You look... I don't know. Like you're worried about something." She leaned against him. "Nothing at all. Just looking. Do you want to do anything tonight?" "Walk on the beach again? I kind of liked getting you sandy and then un-sandy." "Perv. I'm kidding. I liked it too. Let's save round two for tomorrow. How about checking out that little town you were talking about?" "Lead the way, my lady." "Nice try. I don't know where it is." "Aww, but I love staring at your ass so much. I definitely prefer walking behind to in front of you." "I know you do, but if I always go first we'll never get anywhere." "Okay, okay. We have to take the car anyway. It's quite the drive." * * * Once in the little beach town, which Gin thought really was cute, they parked the car and strolled everywhere. They window shopped, mostly, but Gin found a band t-shirt in a vintage shop she just had to buy. Led Zeppelin. It was a design she had seen once and loved and here it was. In a size small. What luck. They didn't talk much. Not that that was unusual. They communicated in ways other than talking as often as or more than with words. Today, however, each seemed absorbed in private thought. Gin was preoccupied by the thought of actually making love to Aren. Being so intimately connected was a new thing for her. She had previously been a blow job girl. Now this? She had always hoped there would eventually be a guy she actually wanted to go further with, and she knew Aren was the answer to that hope. Still, it was a lot to take in. Aren was engrossed in similar thoughts. He was trying to read Gin to see if it was the night to make a real move. He had been holding back because for some reason he couldn't figure out, he wanted it to be special and because he had once seen a hint of something in her eyes that said 'not yet.' He still couldn't tell. He knew he would have to make sure she knew what he wanted to do, because he couldn't just start kissing her and expect her to fill in the gaps. She refused to take hints or act on them. She said it was because she couldn't pick up on them, but he had a feeling it was simply because she demanded straight-forwardness. That's it, he thought. Straight forward. It'll he a hell of a lot less romantic, but for the first time, it's more appropriate. I'll just ask. That's definitely going to be harder than just scooping her up and taking her to bed would be. Maybe the two aren't mutually exclusive... his thoughts trailed off at the sound of Gin's voice. "Earth to Aren... baby, you ok?" "Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry. I was... thinking." "'Bout what?" "Umm, later..." "Ok. So, can we get ice cream?" * * * "Hey." Aren's voice made Gin jump. She was mesmerized by the reflection of the moon and stars flickering on the ocean. He walked out and sat down on the steps next to her. Neither of them had been in the mood to talk since they got back to the beach house. He wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. She hadn't realized the sea breeze had gotten chilly until there was a warm body next to her. "So... about what I was thinking in the car... this is going to be awkward." "A guy I went out with a few times and made out with told me he was gay. It can't be any more awkward than that." She laughed and leaned into him, which seemed to help him relax a little. "Well, it's not that," he said grinning. "But, it's still awkward. I wanted this to go smoothly. Not like this. I think this is the best way to go though. I don't know what I'm talking about, this is terribly confusing..." He trailed off and looked down at his feet then out at the ocean. Gin picked up his hand and started lightly grazing his palm with her nails. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to let her know how he felt. And how far he wanted to go. "Ok, Gin. I can't say it because I don't have words. You've rendered me incapable of communication. If I do something you don't like, just slap me." With that, he stood up, scooping her into his arms as he went, and carried her into the bedroom, barely even bothering to shut the patio doors. Her laughter and smile as he dropped her onto the bed told him she was perfectly happy with whatever he had in mind. "I was wondering how long it was going to take you to do that," she said giggling. He couldn't quite believe she was so thrilled about it. He didn't expect her to be shy or reluctant or anything, but he had a feeling she was just as into it as he was. Well, this will be a first, he thought. No girl has ever really been into it. And it hasn't ever meant anything. That's a lot of firsts. He pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her thighs, and her fingers slid through his hair and she pulled his lips to meet hers. He propped himself on one elbow and tugged her cami up above her breasts. She arched her back as he slid a hand under her back to unfasten her bra. After considerable effort, he managed to get it with one hand and had to fight back the urge to applaud himself. Her full, creamy, bare breasts were reward enough. The way they jiggled a little as she squirmed beneath him was captivating. Her hands ran down his back and she stubbornly tugged on the hem of his t-shirt until he sat back and helped her take it off him. The lopsided grin pulling his lips melted her heart. He reached out and pulled her tight against himself, kissing her neck and collar bones as he laid her back against the bed. She nibbled his bottom lip causing him to shiver. Every little noise she made had him working twice as hard for more. His groans and sighs seemed to have the same effect on her. The light blush that rose on her chest and neck when he unbuttoned her jeans made his heart skip a beat. Her lips were parted and the hungry look in those aquamarine eyes was nothing less than hot. She panted as he hooked his thumbs under the sides of her panties and slid them down to her knees. She managed to work them the rest of the way off despite being highly distracted. He began kissing and licking his way down that delicious soft stomach and luscious round hips. Her hands were all over him somehow managing to find every hot spot on his upper body, he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to last long once she started working with her mouth. He found a highly ticklish spot somewhere below her belly button. Then he found a birthmark. And a tattoo. A tiny set of footprints nestled low where her hipbone met her thigh. She was just full of surprises. He kissed the insides of her thighs, which were as full and soft and luscious as her hips, until her wiggling had him laughing. He sat up and she moved for the button of his jeans. She didn't unfasten them right away, but stared intently at his chest and stomach, running her index finger under the waistband of his boxers back and forth below his belly button. She looked up into his eyes, her own fiery, and ran her tongue along her lip absentmindedly as she finally moved to take off his jeans. He was trembling by the time she had him clamoring off the bed to strip out of his clothes completely. She just sat back and watched. The site of her eyes when she saw him full frontal was something he would never forget. They were wide and sparkling and oh so wicked. He stood there in front of her for what seemed like a long time letting her take in the view and getting his own eyeful. He returned to the bed and she pulled him back to her, kissing with an eager passion that drove him wild. She worked her way around his earlobes, neck, chest, stomach, and hips teasing with her tongue and lips all those hot spots her fingers had already found. She murmured a breathy "I'm ready" in his ear and that was all it took for him to lean her backwards onto the bed again, kissing hard as he slid into her. The friction built quickly and they found that nibbling necks and shoulders was hot and that the salty taste was a turn on. She moved with him, her hips gracefully meeting his. She arched her back when he would touch her breasts. He found it difficult to hold himself back, but her increasingly noisier mews and purrs helped with his resolve. When finally she muffled her climax on his shoulder, he came with her, stifling a growl against her neck. He slid off her just enough to not smash her and they lay tangled together catching their breath and letting the sweat dry in the cool sea breeze coming through the window. When Aren finally regained the ability to move and think, he rolled onto his side and pulled Gin up tight against him. She curled compliantly and lazily ran her fingers along his arm. He nestled his head against her neck and shoulder, enjoying the light feminine smell of her hair. He had once compared her to a puppy. Now, he thought, she was much more like a kitten. Somehow playful, wild, spunky, and endearingly curious. She was a breath of fresh air and the realization snuck up on him that he was totally falling in love. Gin turned around to face him, flashed an adorably wicked grin and nipped his bottom lip. Aren sighed as he kissed her back; she parted her lips easily. He had a feeling it was going to be a wonderfully long, hot night. Impressions Ch. 06 Gin walked down the sidewalk, groceries, sci-fi novels, and crayons in a bag under her arm, on the way to Aren's apartment enjoying the unseasonably warm sunny spring weather. It had been three months since they had returned from the beach. The semester was so crazy and she and Aren were having so much fun, the time had flown by. She couldn't believe it was already spring break. She was happy to have some downtime to spend with Aren. Lately, the only time they had together was while sleeping, doing homework, or skipping class to toss a baseball around on the library lawn. She reached his building, climbed the stairs to the third floor while struggling with the slightly unwieldy and heavy bag and finally got the key he had given her into the door. He would be home from work in about an hour and she was planning on getting a picnic ready to go to the lake. The phone was ringing when she walked in the door. She had just started getting things out to make cookies when the answering machine finally picked up. The overdone southern accent grated on her nerves. "Hey darling. I miss you. If you're not going out with that little whore tonight, give me a call." Click. What the fuck? I can't believe she called me that! Well, yes I can, but damn. That was just not necessary. I wonder who that was anyway. She set about baking and sandwich making to occupy herself until Aren came home. She wanted a kiss. * * * Aren couldn't wait to get home. Gin would be there. And she would smell like vanilla and oranges. And she would be soft and warm and suntanned. He hoped Lindsey hadn't stopped by. The evil witch. With her bleach blonde hair, fake tan, and claw-like nails. There was nothing real about that girl. Not even her personality. For some reason, she had decided she wanted to sleep with Aren. He had a feeling it was more about getting to Gin that actually liking him. Apparently she had stopped by the garage while he was out on a test drive and had felt it beneath her to wait for him to get back. His boss laughed and told him she had stepped in grease with her little fancy heels and squealed about "ruining her Pradas," whatever the hell that meant. The general consensus around the garage was that Gin needed to come around more often and that little Barbie bitch needed to stay away. He worked at scrubbing the grease from his hands, took one last look at the '69 Mustang he was rebuilding, and walked out the door. Over the past month, he had begun to realize what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to tell Gin. Tonight. * * * Gin was taking cookies out of the oven when Aren walked through the door. Apparently nothing weird has happened, he thought. She looks happy enough to see me. Gin set the cookies down on top of the oven and wrapped her arms around Aren. He bent to kiss her and picked her up off the floor a little as he spun her around. "Someone's in a good mood," Gin giggled as she hung on to Aren. "Oh, you have a phone message." "Damnit. From who? Eh, doesn't matter anyway. It isn't from you." He turned back to kissing her. He was beginning to work his way down her neck and his hands were finding their own way under her shirt. Her breathless purr and smile were more than enough to keep him going. "Aww, come on baby, you know we'll do this later... let's just go to the lake before we get too..." His lips pressing into hers cut her off. She stopped protesting as his hand slid slowly down her stomach into the front of her jeans. She reached over and flipped the deadbolt. He just grinned as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He gently tossed her onto the bed and climbed over her, straddling her legs at first so he could remove her jeans. Hot as they were, they were in the way of more important things. That little spaghetti strap had to go too. So did the bra and panties. The tiny white thong was nice though, Aren thought. He was on fire. He had been wanting Gin all day and he couldn't wait to be in her. Sometimes they had slow loving sex. This was not one of those times. This was hot, rip each other's close off, dripping wet, screaming, moaning, sweaty sex. And it was great. Gin pulled her knees up to her chest and spread her legs as he put his arms around her back and plunged into her. She sighed and purred like a porn star and it only made it that much hotter. The sweet friction built quickly and with every one of Gin's pants and moans Aren came closer and closer to finishing. Fortunately Gin was getting it just as good as he was because she came barely a second before he wasn't able to hold off any longer. He finished with a growl against her neck and she with her teeth grazing his shoulder, her breath hot on his chest. Aren collapsed on top of Gin and managed to roll enough to the side so not to crush her. They lay together, Aren stroking Gin's hair, and let the sweat cool on their bodies. "Ready to go to the lake now?" "Whenever you are, Baby," Aren replied. "Who was the phone message from, anyway?" "Dunno. Why don't you listen to it." "Eh. Later." "Shall we commence on our journey?" "Are the sandwiches done?" "You know it." "Turkey or ham?" "Grilled chicken." "Even better." * * * They had a fantastic time at the lake. Gin spent most of the time sketching various things, including her favorite, the trees at sunset and reflections on the water. Aren played around, splashed water on Gin to tick her off, stole a bunch of kisses, and wrote. He was an artist, but he was also a writer. He liked poetry and nature inspired him. So did Gin. She was his muse. Sex was her muse. It entertained him greatly. One thing he could say for certain, was she had plenty of opportunity for inspiration. It was getting dark. Gin was stretched out on a grassy bank near the shore. It was getting a little chilly out. He figured she would be ready to leave soon, but didn't look like she was to that point quite yet. They had talked about having sex on the beach, but they had done that at the ocean and neither of them were crazy about where the sand ended up when you did that. He didn't mind waiting until they got home. One of the great things about Gin was that she wanted sex as much as he did. Or let him have it almost any time he wanted it even if she wasn't in the mood. She had no clue how much that meant to him. He didn't know how he wanted to tell her what he was thinking about doing with the rest of his life. It really wasn't that big of a deal. They were only dating. Still, he couldn't help but hope that his future was inextricably linked with hers. "Gin..." He said it so faintly he wasn't sure she even heard him. But she raised up on her elbows and turned to look at him. "Yes, Baby?" "Umm... There's something I've been meaning to tell you..." "You sound nervous. Did you run down a clown on your way home?" He couldn't help but laugh. Her randomness and abandon of all logic and sensibility always lightened the mood even if it confused him to no end. She knew she was illogical and strange. She was and artist and she embraced that fact. "No, no clown hit and runs. Anyway, I think I've figured out what I'm going to do. Or at least what I want to do." "With what?" "Oh. My life." "Ah. Then that means you've figured out what you're going to do. At least if I have anything to say about it. So what is it?" "I'm going to open a custom car garage. Rebuild classics and that kind of thing. I know it's not some great promising career, but..." She squealed. He was slightly taken aback by her enthusiasm. "I hoped that's what you were going to say! I think that's great. You always are so passionate about your classic cars. It's the only thing I've ever seen you really passionate about except sex. And I was hoping you weren't taking up a career in pornography, so this is awesome! Anyway, I don't care what anyone says about a 'promising career,' passion is all that matters to me. Do whatever makes you happy, Baby." He was relieved. He had known she would be ok with it. He had even thought she'd probably be happy about it. He hadn't, however, expected her to be so excited about it. He couldn't find enough ways to show her how much she meant to him. Sometimes he felt so inadequate at expressing himself. He was an artist and a poet, after all. He could always see Gin's spirit and soul in everything she did. Could she see his? He needed to tell her how he really felt. How much he loved her. It was time. He owed her that much. He turned back toward the setting sun, put pencil to sketch pad, and began a love poem.