Chapter 42: Bohemian Rhapsody

Alright, my guys, this chapter is kind of mature. So, for those uncomfortable with this kind of content, I will be informing you when the mature scene starts and when it ends.

I don't think it's that mature, but some readers have a problem with stuff like that, so just a precaution.

No, they do not have sex.

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The talk has been delayed.

After Aaron came back from the store, he gave me the needed things, and I'm now stuffing my face with Oreos and ice cream, drowning in my tears.

"Oh my God," i sob, staring at the TV with teary eyes, shoveling another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. "Why? This is the end, oh my God, why?"

"Cassie, we're literally watching a show about happy ponies, how are you crying?"

"I don't know," I wail out to the ceiling.

Like Aaron said, we're watching the first episode of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, and Twilight Sparkle is hanging off the edge of a cliff, about to fall.

All of a sudden, right as Twilight let go and starts to fall, the TV goes black, meaning someone turned it off.

"What'd you do that for?" I whine. "I was watching that."

Aaron stands up from where he had been sitting at my desk and crawls on to the bed so he's hovering above me, resting his weight on one of his hands as he moves the tub of ice cream in my hands to the side.

"I was eating that."

He ignores me, and brings himself closer to me. Cramps have been killing my uterus all morning, but the pain goes away when Aaron shifts to rest on his elbows, and he gazes into my eyes.

"I love your eyes," I blurt out, my verbal filter non-existent.

For some reason, Aaron lets out a chuckle. "I know."

I frown in confusion. "But I've never told you before."

He smirks at me. "Yeah, you have."

I roll my eyes. "Sure."

His hand comes up from the bed, and my hands shoot up to my face to cover my nose, covering my mouth in the process.

"I will shove a cactus so far up your ass you'll be deep-throating it," I say, my voice muffled.

Aaron erupts into loud laughter and rolls off of me, falling on to the floor on his back with a thud.

He lets out a content sigh when he's done laughing and he looks up at me. "You're funny, Cassie."

I have to pointedly stare at the ceiling to stop myself from rolling my eyes again.

Jackass.

"Is this the real life,

"Is this just fantasy,

"Caught in a landslide,

"No escape from reality."

"Please tell me you're not doing this," i say, moving towards the bottom of the bed, but Aaron's not listening because he stands up, walking to stand in front of me, and very aggressively starts to sing.

"Open your eyes,

"Look up to the skies,

"And see."

"Don't do it," I warn him, but he pays me no attention, too preoccupied with looking down at the ground in a dramatic way.

Suddenly, he looks up with squinted eyes and rubs his chin—you know, in that fuckboy way—and begins singing again.

"I'm just a poor boy,

"I need no sympthay,

"Because I'm easy come, easy go,

"Little high, little low,

"Anywhere the wind blows,

"Doesn't really matter,

"To me,

"To me."

Yes, officer, that's the man that tried to kill me with his absolutely gorgeous singing voice.

"Mama,

"Just killed a man,

"Put a gun against his head,

"Pulled my trigger, now he's dead."

I roll my eyes at his terrible dancing. For someone who can sing so well, you think he would be better at dancing, but, apparently, he's not.

Not that I can be talking; I can't dance for shit.

"Mama,

"Life had just begun,

"And now you've gone and thrown it all away,

"Mama, ooh,

"Didn't mean to make you cry,

"If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,

"Carry on, carry on,

"As if nothing really matters."

"Would you stop fucking singing?"

I mean for it to come out in a harsh way, but the smile on my face kind of ruins that effect.

"I'll stop after you sing with me."

"I'm not singing," i try to say sternly, but, once again, the smile on my face ruins that.

He takes a couple steps back and behind belting out lyrics again.

"Too late,

"My time has come,

"Sends shivers down my spine,

"Body's aching all the time,

"Goodbye, everybody,

"I've got to go."

I cringe at the high note that he completely overshoots. From the look on his face, he did it on purpose to fuck with me.

Is it weird that him fucking with me both makes me mad and makes me want to kiss his face off at the same time?

He smirks at me. "I don't think it's weird, Cassie." I fall on to my back on the bed, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into my face to muffle my scream.

Aaron laughs. "If you want to kiss me so bad, nothing's stopping you."

I don't even realize I sat up until Aaron is on his knees in front of me, being careful with my brace, his hand resting lightly on my cheek.

The heat in my stomach starts out as a barely noticeable warmth, but it grows hotter and hotter, spreading outwards, until every part of my body feels like it's enveloped in flames.

My chest begins to rise and fall at a greater rate, and Aaron lifts his other hand to brush a piece of my hair that escaped my ponytail away.

He watches me for my reaction, and gives me a soft smile when I start to lean into his hands.

"Cassie?" Aaron says softly. I hear myself make a noise of acknowledgement, and I watch as he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I have to tell you something," he whispers, his head moving up closer to mine.

"Can it wait?" I ask, my lips so close to his they might as well be touching.

But they're not; he won't move closer to me and every time I try to press my lips against his, he moves away.

"I don't think it should," he says back, but I don't miss the way his head finally—finally—inches closer to mine. "It really shouldn't. But I don't think this can wait either."

"Me neither."

His head comes closer to mine, and my chest erupts with excitement because this is finally happening.

But, no.

I think he knows just how badly I want this kiss, because he pulls back enough that there's a more noticable space in between our lips and I can't stop the groan that leaves my mouth.

I fucking hate this.

Aaron chuckles. "No you don't."

I don't.

"Would you just kiss me already?" I whine. "Seriously, I—"

I get off by the feeling of his lips pressed on mine, and both of our eyes slide closed.

He doesn't kiss like I thought he would.

I thought he would be...not rough, but... dominating.

Kyle was; he made me feel dominanted, but in a bad way. Dominated like I had no choice but to do what he wanted.

Aaron's not like that.

His lips are warm and soft, dry but not chapped, but he doesn't move them harshly; they're tentative, moving slowly, like he's giving me a choice in whether or not I want to be kissed.

He starts to pull away, and I'm confused. Why would he be wanting to pull away?

And then I realize that it's because I'm not responding.

Shit.

Having him touch me lit me on fire. But having him kiss me is one hundred times better.

A/N: Alright, so i think the whole... matureness thing starts here, if you needed that warning. Note: it doesn't really get to the heated stuff until later on, but this is where it starts, so...yeah. Happy reading!

So I chase his mouth and start to move my lips against his.

And it's fucking awesome.

His lips douse me in gasoline, strike a match, and light me on fire, in a way no kiss has ever done before.

I feel myself leaning backwards, and I realize it's Aaron pushing me down on the bed, following my mouth with his.

He's mindful of my cast, but this position is causing it to sit weird, and I wince in pain.

Aaron breaks away from my lips and looks down at it, and then back up at me, biting his lip.

Just when I think he's going to get off of me, he flips us around so I'm on top, straddling his waist.

It's still not the most comfortable position in the world, but it's better accommodating than the previous one, and that's good enough for me.

I bend down and press my lips against his.

His hands slide up to tangle in my hair, and mine tangle in his. I tug at his strands, and he groans into my mouth, causing me to smile.

I like this.

Scratch that, I love this.

Our lips become more frantic, more rough, in the way they slide against each other, and Aaron's tongue comes out to lick my closed lips as he slides my hair tie out from my hair, causing it to fan out around my shoulders.

I open and moan into his mouth when his tongue touches mine.

Jesus.

My heart is racing and my lungs are about to burst from the lack of air, so I take my lips from his, smiling a little when he tries to follow them.

"Needy much?" I whisper as I move my lips to press them against the side of his throat, and he groans aloud, his hands coming to rest on my waist.

Their grip on me tightens when I start to lightly kiss my way down his neck.

I lick a certain spot, and his hips jerk, causing me to slide down.

We freeze at the same time when our lower regions come into contact, my softness meeting his hardness.

He looks at me his eyes wide as I remain unmoving.

"Cassie," he says, his voice strained. "If you're not going to...can you at least get off?"

I'm not moving anywhere, so he can go fuck himself. Besides, I like this position.

I swivel my hips, and his head falls back against the pillow as another groan leaves his mouth, lighting me up even more.

He literally sounds like sex on a stick.

I move my hips again—another groan—and again and again, until we're both moaning.

His hands slide their way under my shirt, and then it's being lifted over my head and thrown to the side, leaving me in just my plain cotton bra.

A sudden wave of shyness hits me as Aaron stares at my chest before raising his gaze and meeting my eyes.

"You're beautiful," he chokes out, his hands slowly getting higher and higher on my stomach until his fingers are toying with the bottom edge of my bra and sliding to my back to mess with the clasps.

My fingers start to lightly scratch his scalp, and he pauses in his attempts to take my bra off to close his eyes.

While he's distracted, I take the opportunity to lower my mouth to his and bite his bottom lip.

"Oh, you're so lucky you still have that cast."

I shut him up by pressing my lips completely against his, and he kisses me back.

Everything in me is leaping for joy, and I can't think. I'm not even sure I want to think.

(Mature scene is over)

And then I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Cass?" comes the voice of my father. "You here?"

My eyes widen, and I roll to the side of Aaron as I look around wildly for my shirt.

I see it on the floor and slap him on the shoulder.

"Why'd you throw it so far away?" I hiss at him and he hurries off the bed to throw it at me, fixing his wrinkled shirt and tousled hair.

I pull my shirt back over my head. "Good?" I ask, looking at Aaron.

The footsteps get louder and louder as Aaron rushes over to me and runs his fingers through my hair, grabbing my hair tie from his wrist and gathering my hair into a ponytail.

He steps back just as the door opens and the face of my father pops into view, only his head visible.

"Everything alright?" he asks, eyeing the two of us suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at Aaron.

The male in question is holding his hands behind his back and is trying to put an innocent look on his face.

It is not working.

Dad sees this, because he opens the door more and jerks his head, gesturing to the hallway.

"Let's have a little chat, Aaron."

Aaron immediately walks over to Dad and, before the door closes, shoots me a look that screams terrified.

I give him a shrug and the door closes, only to open again.

"You're next, Cass."

Well, now Aaron's not the only one who's terrified.

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I'm not the best at writing mature scenes, so don't judge me for that.

Writing just gets harder and harder every day. Did you know I accidentally wrote this entire scene in past tense and had to go back and change everything? Lot of work. (If you catch any usage of past tense, please let me know.) I think I did it because I was working on the rewritten version of this, and that's in past tense, and then I came over here and my brain was still in past tense mode, so yeah, not my best moment but I try.

Anyways, I'm going to be taking a break from writing, so updates will go down to once a week instead of three or four (I know this is my second update this week, but I'll finish this week out, and then the once a week thing will come into play). A lot is going on right now, and I'm just trying to deal with stuff, and I don't want that to show in my writing, you know?

Thank you to everyone that has commented, and voted, and read and just overall supported this story. You're all real ones. (Lmao I'm so cringey.)

I'll probably update every day this week to make up for the time I'm going to be away from writing so keep in mind that there may be many updates for this book coming your way.

Have a nice week!

--Rose

P.S. this whole 'taking a break thing' is going to be lasting a couple of weeks, if not months, so I'm truly sorry if I can't get back to comments and such.

Love you guys <3<3