19.

Like every other day, Aether and I where in an empty classroom. It seemed most of our time was spent in these lifeless rooms, lined with windows and flowing silk curtains. The reason Aether can empty a classroom with the flick of the wrist is because his parents fund, and basically own the school, so whatever he says, goes. Aether regularly request empty rooms for us because it's one of the only places in a public area where we don't have to drive more then an hour just to make sure nobody sees us.

I can't complain though, the breeze went unmatched against any feeling, and the decorations gave a modern flare to it, much better then any old, decaying classroom. All we did was sit and talk, but I somehow always manage to fall asleep, maybe because of long shifts and stacks of homework due. I feel bad, waking up when our private time is over, but I don't think Aether minds, in fact, i'm pretty sure he purposely pushes me out of concesness. He brushes behind my ear, soft as dandelions, and trails his finger down like a winding stream, down to my chin. As if I was made of porcelain, he reaches to the back of my neck and tugs me into a kiss, with so much passion and unknown feeling, my face flushed and I have to remember how to breath. Fingers run through my hair, tugging and massaging my scalp in a way that makes my eyes roll back. By then, the darkness takes me and I fall right to sleep, but not today.

With all my built up sexual frustration, I swung myself onto the table, Aether between my thighs and tugged at him hair until he was looking at me. His face was berry red, blush spreading from his ears to his chest. He looked like a flustered, innocent boy who had just had his first kiss, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise. Dark, brooding, I could tell he was thinking the most sinful things, so, to just tip him over the edge a little, I wrapped his arm around my neck and breathed out,

"I appreciate it, but stop acting like such a gentleman." I just barely breathed voice raspy, but in a flash, I was slammed on the table with Aether's lips smashed impatiently against mine. His tongue moved with skill and licked from my bottom lip, up to my top lip, before dipping into my shocked mouth, gaping at the sudden turn of attitude. It did not help that his hand was still pressed to my neck, lightly choking me in a sensual way. Aether broke off the kiss before anything else could happen, and he chuckled darkly was he watched through his impeccable lashes.

I didn't have to look in the mirror to know what I looked like. I could feel my veins pumping blood to my face, ears, chest, practically every inch of my body. Aether had never acted like this before, even when I did rifle him up. He leaned forward and placed a pillowy kiss onto my collar bone, eyes never leaving mine. I didn't mean to laugh, but the change of attitude was exciting and hilarious in there own way. It was Aether's turn to go pink, making me laugh harder. I laughed with much enthusiasm and threw my head back, reeling Aether in with a hand and hugging him to my chest, resting mine on top. This angle made me feel his pulsing heart on my abdomen. It was beating rapidly, fast and hard like an obnoxious rock song, with too much bass and a hell a lot of screaming. After a century my loud laughter simmered down into low giggles, Aether's flushed face pressed snug again me still.

"Please let me go naow" Aether grumbled into my chest like a child after a tantrum, his hell deep voice muffled.

"Hmm... maybe later." I didn't want to let go now, not when he was this close and cute to me.

One half assed eye roll and light snarky comments later, Aether and fallen asleep right in my arms. He hand previously pulled up a chair so I didn't have to carry him into one, which was nice. It was nice to see him finally rest, he always has so much energy and patience for me, and juggling school, people and all the stuff must wear him out a lot. I let my free hand that was not gripping onto Aether, just in case he slips, roams and explores the boy on me. A finger trails his jaw and chin, mimicking the way he does to me, my hands ruffle and play with his hair as if I was a little girl who's favourite activity was playing and messing with her dolls hair. Perfect, golden silk strains flow and thread through my fingers. Rumpelstiltskin would be jealous of the divine strands of fair hair in between my digits. Others might find it odd, but the smell of Aether was mouthwatering. His cologne smelled of rich vanilla, but mixed with a scent much associated with wealthy men, with luxury cars and sky high businesses, the kind of man he was. As much as I hate to admit it, some days I dwell on Aethers... pass relationships. Or flings, really. I trust him more then myself that he would never even think of a woman, or an other man, but it's my own fault for being a jealous bastard. To think so many other lucky girls have got to be underneath this modern age greek god, makes my eye twitch in anger. But, knowing they are all just flings, and have never been anything more then a one night stand or a stalker, warms my heart.

I was too busy admiring Aether, that I had completely forgot about the time, my eyes snapped at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for out next and last period. Gently shaking Aether out of his slumber, he whines loudly and throws all his weight onto me, knocking me over a little, making us both giggle. Turning to the exit, Aether supported on my shoulder, from the corner of my eye, I see a figure dance away from the glass window.

"Was that Gwen stalking us again? Seriously, I love her, but it's getting creepy." Aether stutters, eyes fluttering away from Gwen and on the door, concentrating as hard as possible not to tip us over.

"Yeah you're right, it is getting a little strange." I play it off, besides, nobody else knows where we are except her and Eternity.

But did she really re-dye her hair orange? I thought that was her least favourite hair colour?