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Roleplay - Inside the Palace - Game Room
Gethin hastily opened the game room, closed the door quietly, and waited for some foot steps to fade away. His breath ran heavy and he leaned on the door in case of discovery in this not-very-good hideout. Then he saw Prosper."Ah, apologies, madam. Could I help you, perhaps draw your attention to the Drawing Room? I believe several of the Selected ladies are gathered there currently. One of them may be quite angry."
"Oh, it's nothin', er, nothing," the servant corrected himself. He was talking to "a lady." "It's jus...t that I was not expecting anyone here. You are allowed to be here, but I was naturally assuming that you would want to be with your pear group." That was right, wasn't it? Or was pear the type of fruit. He was sure that was it.
"Or, may... perhaps, with the prince."
"Och, that's nonsense. You are a guest. I am here to accommodate you, not the other way around." Get then realized he had yet to introduce himself. He hastily bowed and almost tripped."Ah, Gethin Alwyn. That is my name." He forced from his mouth, with a rather poor ending.
Well, ouch. A puppy. Probably not even a Labrador. Which Get would have thought, were he a psion or telepathic. But he was not.
Get stared at the hand for a second before shaking it. Just a second. Probably she wouldn't have even noticed were it not for his strange, almost suspicious behavior up to this point.
His eyes cast about for something, anything, to break the silence and landed on her drawings.
"And wh-what are those?" he vaguely gestured toward the sketches in her hands.
"This kingdom has some need for artisans, if you're willing to paint murals. Some of the Selected ladies choose to remain here, seeking out occupations in playing instruments, dying tapestries, and other asso... sordid... professions, regardless of whether or not they... win." Most of them lost. So over the years, Get had inadvertently taken on a mentality that he was talking to those who had already "lost."
"Ah, no. I'm afraid I don't know noth... anything about art, classical, modern [, wherever this seems to be set], or from any other category. I do know the two categories, though."That was just showcasing his extreme failure to understand categories, such as "abstract" or "old art that isn't classical."
"I've always sort of liked... peace. As long as I can adapt to my situation and it's not terrible, I can find some sort o' status quo. And... that's nice. Stayin' put, not havin' ta worry about ta... tomorrow. That's always been my goal, I guess. Stability and peace." He actually smiled a bit at this.
"Hm? Och, nae. No. I've been workin' here fer... for longer than I care to count, I've never kept n... a calender." Partially because he is illiterate. "But I was here for the last two selections, yes. Lots of political and social climbers, usin' every advantage they can get thar claws on and tryin' ta grab tha prince." He thought back to one particular year when there were literal claws.
Good times.
"Well, that's why the selection keeps goin', isn't it? If the Selected an' her kingdom got nothing from it, they wouldn't keep sending all their best ladies. If'n just the prince was taking tha benefits, then the other kingdoms would nae put up with it. An' it's fine. I'm partially here for the Selected to rant at." Unconsciously, he rubbed his cheek at that last bit.
((Hmm... which of the princes are they going after? Oliver?))"If'n ye don't want ta be queen, then why are ye... you here?" He asked simply. Most of the ladies he'd interacted with were eager, to say the least.
Perhaps she was after that painting job.
((The I's?))Get could relate to a helpful eagerness, perhaps bordering on officious behavior. He was also rather impressed that she was thinking of plans completely unrelated to the prince. They were more likely to work and not dependent entirely on the prince.
"Well, I've never really cared for tha caste system, lass... Lady. Per'aps what we really need is a queen who doesn't fit into 'ers."
((So not you yet.))"Ever'one calls me 'Gethin' or 'Get,' m'lady," he smiled slightly.
"I don't know why I tell people my last name anymore, n'fact. But 'tis nice to know you... Prosper. Yer parents had high hopes fer you, if they named ye that." He wasn't even bothering with the accent anymore. That was just annoying to keep down.
Seven images that made no sense entered Get's mind for what a "bigwig" was. He dismissed this with a slight shake of his head. "Lower castes." He repeated.
His number, six (though sometimes he counted himself a seven) was higher than the Royals' number, at one. He had learned just enough algebra to know that 6>1 (though he did not know the symbols associated). But mathematics didn't hinder the "higher classes" from looking down.
She was also sort of talking as though the lower castes were in need of treats; free remedies, as it were. He had met those like her. They thought they were being nice, and perhaps they were, and he wasn't of a mind to tell them to stop. Yet still he had an uneasy feeling when that sort of "we need to help the 'lower' castes" attitude came up.
He ended up nodding thankfully.
"It's nae somethin' anyone wants ta be called, ya see. Imagine if'n I referred ta yer fam'ly as 'lower' reglarly," the servant pointed out.EVen if he was a lower caste, that didn't mean he had to like the phrase.
Over a four. "Nay, ye did nae. But... ah, madam, I would be much obliged if'n ye... you would stop using those two words together."
He had remembered his place and taken a step back, bowing his own head and hunching his back to be placed lower than her.
((That is fine.))((That said, I have no idea what to do. Hmm...))
Footsteps thumped outside the door again and Get ducked behind a large speaker at a Guitar Hero station. An angry maid poked her head in, huffed at the fact that she saw no one important, and left again.
Get got out from behind the speaker and grinned sheepishly.
"Sometimes, if'n I'm bored, I'll try some 'armless pranks."
((I guess that means we cut it off.))"Filled 'er toothpaste wit soap... put reds in 'er laundry while she was washin' whites... put one o' them suits o' armor an' mannequins into 'er closet to scare 'er." A bell rang.
"Och, that's my call. I'm off to go servantin'," the servant explained hastily, and went off to go servanting.
The sounds coming from the tv were blaring, of course Marco liked it that way, lots of noise, so as to block out their laughter so no one came barging in interrupting them. Aria and he were snuggled together on the couch watching some old flick, it was a comedy or something but the two of them were talking and joking more with each other than actually paying attention to the film on screen. Honestly he didn't know had come over him, but after she left with William he hadn't been able to concentrate on the maid in his arms, it was the strangest thing, because it'd never happened before. Marco had wanted to go after her, to find out what was happening, instead he'd waited and gone to his room, Aria had searched him out later and they'd decided to go to the game room and waste some time. So there they were, him with his arms around her, and she leaning against him and very close. Normally he thought nothing of such a thing with Aria, but it was making him feel like he had a temperature, his cheeks felt flushed to him, and his heart wouldn't slow down. He was doing his best to hide his new reactions to her with laughter and jokes, but there was no telling if it was working or not. "Aria do you remember that one time when we were kids, and we hid behind your fathers chair in the throne room? No one knew we were there until we giggled during one of his important speeches or something?"
Aria felt completely relaxed as she lounged on the sofa in the game room. Marco had his arms snugly around her, and her back was against his chest. She'd spent a while with William, but after a while, she'd longed for something else. William was nice, and sweet, and he obviously respected her, and he was perfectly handsome, but there wasn't exactly a spark, there wasn't exactly chemistry. But with Marco, everything just fell into place. It was simple, easy, and she lived that about him. There was some movie playing on the TV, but Aria didn't care about it, she was just glad to be back with her best friend. Aria tilted her head backwards so she was looking awkwardly up at Marco, her blue eyes glistening up at him "Marcooo, will you grab me a blanket??" She asked him, poking out her bottom lip in a big pout to get him to give in to her. She snuggled her head into the side of his neck softly, just because he was so warm. It was chilly in her short dress, it didn't even have any straps. She giggled when he brought up that old memory "Oh my god, yes, remember that. My father got so mad after that, he even made me take dinner in my room for a week." She giggled, thinking of how her uncle had snuck her treats every night so she wasn't sad all alone in her room.
The dress on Aria seemed to inch up just a little more each time she moved, when she snuggled her face into his neck he thought he might just die, because that little dress had only one more inch before it was showing all her secrets. Marco cleared his throat and moved away from her so that he could stand, he adjusted himself(:P) and then went to get her a blanket from a nearby chair. It was soft, and thick, a sheepskin blanket that would surely keep her warm. Marco smiled at her in that playful manner he had, and returned to the small couch they were cuddling on. Instead of just adjusting the blanket around her, he sat, put the blanket on top of both of them and then pulled her back against him, his hand skimmed against her bare thigh, beneath the cover. If anyone walked in, well they wouldn't see anything, if anything even ended up occurring, Marco was kinda wanting it to. But he wasn't sure that him and Aria were on the same page on this, even though for some reason he was itching to touch her, and make her his. "You're looking gorgeous," He told her teasing, his eyes light, but his tone was kind of husky.
Aria grinned when she saw that Marco was standing up to get her a blanket. She missed her human furnace, but hey, she got to watch his handsome form up and walk away from her, so it was a fair deal. He really was gorgeous, with that soft, touchable hair, and those lips that looked like they were crafted to take part in kisses. It was strange for Aria, to be picking out all of the reasons she found him to be hot and gorgeous, but she couldn't help it. There seemed to be an electric charge in the room with them, and so far, it had only been a dull buzz, a pesky background noise that Aria could ignore. But once Marco sat beside her again, and covered them both with the blanket, it seemed to intensify. Aria settled herself back against him, her arms moving to wrap around his chest innocently, her face pressed against the side of him. But then there was a touch. And it seemed to be simple, but that touch felt like a small explosion on her skin, an exciting of electrons and nerve cells and whatever else she was made of; it excited every part of her. Aria let out something between a gasp and a moan without even realizing it. But then she looked up at him, and it seemed mutual. They'd played this game so many times, it was only a matter of time before they wanted to play it together. And under his gaze, Aria felt invincible. So she placed one of her hands higher on his chest, still managing to be just beneath the blanket, and ran her fingers lightly downwards, to try and tease him "Tell me something I don't know." She whispered in response, eyes sparkling as she stared up at Marco. Her Marco, no one else's.
There were few people that really surprised Marco, he figured he read them pretty well, but Aria never ceased to surprise him. The sound that emanated from her mouth made him want to growl in response, instead he just leaned in and nuzzled her neck as his fingers played over her thigh, daring to make more of this little thing they had going on than ever before. Could they be more than friends and still be okay? He wasn't sure, he also wasn't sure that he wanted to risk their friendship by testing this out, but in that moment, well hormones were heightened and he couldn't help but give himself over to his more primal side. (sorry its short, have to put elena in the bath)
Aria had been with many men before, but this felt different. Marco was looking at her, not just like she was something to eat. There was more there behind his bright eyes, more feeling and more passion. And that look in his eyes made Aria feel that same passion. She wanted to lean over and kiss his socks off, to run her fingers over his chest until she had every bump and crevice committed to memory. And then his head was diving towards her neck, making himself comfortable there, and Aria had to bite down on her lip. His breath was there, landing on her skin, tempting her, and his hand was skimming over the skin of her thigh. Her breathing grew heavy, and Aria looked up at him with a serious look in her eyes. He was making her feel like she never had before. It was special, and she could feel that in her very bones. Aria ran her fingers all the way down the front of his shirt, and soon enough she was slipping her hands beneath the fabric. Her hands laid delicately against his abs for a moment before Aria began to move them more, to feel him more. "Marco..." She whispered, feeling like hearing her own name come off of his lips. Confusion was in the back of her mind, but it was easy enough to ignore it when you had a man like Marco touching you.
(Watching The Best Of Me while writing this omg)The silkiness of a womans skin had always been a mystery to Marco, his skin was never as silky and soft as a womans, Aria's skin was as delectable as he knew it would be. Her scent was intoxicating as he breathed her in, nuzzling her neck, his lips found their way against the slenderness of it, and left a trail of kisses down to her shoulder, he paused when he heard his name leave her lips. Marco pulled back to look her in the eyes, "Aria," He breathed before brushing his lips lightly over hers, it was just a whisper of things to come. God Marco what the hell are you thinking? The thought came to him as he pulled back and tried to look into her eyes, trying to figure out what she was thinking. What if we screw up and I don't have her in my life anymore?, Marco felt real fear with that thought, but it made him even more fearful to think of not trying. So he made a decision right then, to just go forward with it, screw the consequences. Marco moved her from the couch to his lap, his hand found its way into Aria's hair, cradling her head as he looked at her a few more moments, then his lips pressed against hers once more, but this time there was passion and a hunger to the kiss, not a teasing one like before, he poured himself into the kiss. No walls up like he usually had when he was necking with a girl, Marco had never had to pretend when it came to Aria, it was freeing in a way.
((They're killing me???))Aria had seen Marco with girls before. She'd seen him kiss their cheeks and their lips and their necks, but she'd never thought much of it. She never thought that she would want to feel those things herself, never thought that his warm mouth pressing against her neck would bring her into a state of such bliss. Aria had a hard time concentrating when he was seducing her like that; and her hands stilled on his muscled stomach as she tried to collect herself, to get back some control. It was useless though, because soon enough Marco was pulling away and looking into her eyes. Aria felt mesmerized, and as she locked eyes with Marco, she felt dazed and consumed by a passion and excitement that seemed to be coursing through her veins. Soon enough he was pulling her closer, tugging her into his lap, and Aria let out a loud sigh, stretching out her long legs and wrapping them around his waist where they sat. It was all so fascinating to Aria, just how much she was enjoying the touches and feel of Marco. His hands pushed through her hair and soon they were kissing; kissing like Aria had never been kissed before. Aria didn't hold back either, and her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing each of them one by one. She went painstakingly slow on purpose, trying to push Marco to a limit. Her lips mingled with his, her tongue tasting his bottom lip before she went ahead and invaded his mouth, teasing him with her tongue, making him want her even more. It was all so much, so tantalizing, that Aria let out a loud moan into his mouth, her cheeks flushed pink and her body heating up with every second Marcos hands were touching her body. It was all too good to be true, and Aria felt like someone should pinch her; preferably Marco, and preferably, he would b pinching her round bottom.
Legs wrapped around his waist, the girl in front of him was fully on board with whatever it was they were about to do. This girl was amazing, she threw caution to the wind just like him, at a moments notice, and trusted him like no one else did. His parents sure as hell didn't trust him, his friends didn't either, none of his girlfriends had, of course that was half his fault because of previous actions. Not Aria though, no she always believed in him and never let him down, how strange was that? Just one girl, one person, had been a constant in his life, and it had taken him this long to realize what was right in front of him. His mouth and hers were moving against each other, their breath mingling and becoming one, a sound so sexy that it made him catch his breath for a moment made its way from her mouth. Marco growled in return, his hands going up her thighs to her hips, his thumbs rubbed lightly against her hipbones, and he pulled his mouth away for a moment, his breath fast and heavy. Marco kissed his way down her chin, then to her jawline, before stopping to nibble on her ear gently. "Aria what are we doing?" He whispered against her ear. He was torn between doing what was right, and what he wanted, normally he didn't care about such things, but this wasn't just any girl, this was Aria, his bestfriend, his childhood playmate, the one that he could confide anything to.
After just moments, Arias dress was bunched up to her stomach, with Marcos hands rubbing against her hips. It all seemed too good to be true, to perfect to be real. Aria giggled when Marco let out such a loud growl, she loved the fact that she could affect him like that. It was hard to concentrate on anything but his mouth. It was on her lips, on her neck; everywhere. But she managed to do something, only because she was craving to feel more of his skin. Her fingers moved nimbly across the length of his shirt, slipping the buttons through each slot to explode more of his chest. Once she was finished, Aria let her hands rush down his bare chest, her nails scratching lightly against him. What were they doing? Aria let out a barely there whimper when Marco placed his lips against her ear, trying not to moan too loudly. She took a deep breath and pulled away, looking up and into Marco's eyes "I have no idea," she whispered back to him "but it feels fantastic, so don't stop". Aria grinned wickedly at Marco. She had never thought that Marco would feel so right, but goddamn he did.
The feel of her hands on his chest was quite distracting to say the least, Marco squeezed her hipbones some as she spoke, his eyes on hers. "As you wish," Was all he muttered before putting his lips back on hers, she tasted so sweet, Marco pushed her dress up and continued to go up, up, up until it was at her chin, he broke their kiss just long enough to pull her dress over her head, then his lips returned to hers swiftly. His body burned, hot and tight as he pulled her ever closer, his muscles were bunched up in anticipation of what was to come. The tips of his fingers slid up her bare sides, touching each and every individual rib along the way. Her bra wasn't one of those 'keep me comfortable' bra's, not it was lacy and provocative, and just touching it wasn't enough for Marco, he drew back from Aria enough so that he could marvel at the sight before him. The creamy swell of her breast above her bra was enough to make him groan, not just inwardly, but outwardly as well. His eyes were heavy lidded with passion and lust as he gazed at her delectable body. How in the hell did he keep from doing this before? His eyes travelled, slowly, up her body until he found her eyes. "Damn," Was the only word that left his mouth, his hands found their own way to what he'd just been gazing at.
The door wasn't locked. In the back of her mind, Aria knew that. The sheepskin blanket was long forgotten, laying in a furry heap on the floor, surely their burning hot bodies didn't need it anymore. Anyone that happened to open up the door would get an eyeful of the two best friends. Aria almost paused as she thought about it, could best friends kiss like that?? She wasn't sure, but she knew there was a vat of lust pouring from her stomach and out through her lips, so she barely cared. It was a relief when Marco finally pulled the ridiculous dress off of her; anything to keep her from feeling his skin on hers was just a burden that she couldn't care to handle. Aria had been with men before, plenty of them. But she'd never felt this kind of desire, this kind of drive to be fully and totally instinctual, but there she was, gazing at Marco as he looked slowly up her body like she was something he'd like to eat, something that Aria wouldn't mind him doing at all. Her lips were parted and swollen while he took in the sight of her and started to mutter things, her chest swelling heavily with each breath she took. It was all so much at once, and Aria wouldn't have it any other way. Marco's hands found his way to her chest and she let out a gasp, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment at the marvel of how tender she felt against him, like he was only one that could completely break her, just to put her back together again. She never would've expected to feel this sort of love for Marco, but there she was, and Aria wouldn't fight such a thing. Aria let out a groan and pushed Marco slightly away from her. She grabbed onto his bare shoulders and pushed him, directing him to lay down on the couch instead of sitting up. Aria spread her legs and sat on his thighs while her heads reached for the band of his pants, sliding the button undone and slowly pulling down the zipper, then staring directly into Marcos eyes as she pulled the jeans off of his toned body, going at a pain-stakingly slow pace, just to keep him wanting more. Once she had the jeans on the floor, Aria bit down on her lip and stared at Marco's body. Her eyes drank in every muscle twitch that he seemed to be experiencing, and the look in his eyes forced her to take in a heavy breath "How have we never done this before?" She breathed. Aria moved to straddle his hips, and her slim hands grabbed onto Marco's, holding his hands above his head as her lips dove for his chest, making big, tantalizing motions against his tanned skin. Her hair fell down around her head and tickled his form, and in that moment, Marco was defenseless against Aria's will.
The rough texture of the lace was a stark change from the silky skin he'd just been touching, it was weird how textures could turn him on. Of course the (view spoiler) beneath was helping things, obviously Aria liked what he was doing, her body told him that much. Never in his life had he wanted something, rather someone, this badly, yet he truly wanted to take his time with her, to remember every movement, every gasp and moan that might come from Aria and her swollen mouth. He didn't have long to ponder on much, because in an instant he was no longer sitting, but lying on the couch, gazing up at the beautiful vixen that had him feeling more or less out of control. Her bare, beautiful, smooth thighs were soon on either side of him, and her nimble fingers were undoing his pants in a slow, methodic way, her eyes all over him in much the same way his had been on her just moments before. The slow motions kept up as she tugged the pants off of him, she was soon back on him, her thighs squeezing his as she climbed on top of him. She put his hands in a hold over his head, her soft, delicate hands that he'd never seen as provocative before now, they were the only thing keeping him from grabbing her and reversing their positions. Her hair fell around them like a curtain, and he bucked some beneath her, "Aria don't torture me," he begged, his voice slightly trembling with need. Never in his life had he been put in such a position, and admittedly he liked it. His breathing was faster than before, and his chest fell and rose quickly with the intakes and exhalation of breath, each time he exhaled their chests met and he felt a tremor go through his body with the friction.
Marco was obviously tortured by what Aria was doing to his muscular body, but she wasn't about to let up any time soon. Control wasn't just something that she enjoyed day to day, it was a constant need for Aria, and in this position was no different. But Marco, he was teasing her in his own way, without even realizing what he was doing. His chest seemed to rise at the same time as hers did, and when they touched, Aria was tempted to just quit her teasing and give Marco all the control he wanted over her body. And his words, his whispering groan that reached her ears made her smile against the skin of his chest. He tasted fantastic and heady, and Aria only wanted to keep at his chest for at least an hour. But she couldn't, and she couldn't let up, either. Her grip tightened on his wrists, keeping him in place so she could have her way as she pleased. Her tongue retreated into her mouth, and Aria pressed her body tightly against Marcos for just a moment, actually laying on top of him and pressing every wonderful part of her body against his. Her lips pressed against his ear softly "If you want me to stop, make me." She whispered teasingly, daring Marco to man up and do something about it. Then she was lifting her body up again, leaning on her knees and pressing her face into his neck. Arias teeth skimmed against his skin, biting delicately and forcing him to take notice of her even more.
(Sorry about to leave to town)Someone knew just how to push his buttons, Marco heaved a sigh before forcing his hands from her grasp, Marco slid his hands nimbly down to her waist, and flipped positions with her, so that he was towering over her body instead of the other way around. His eyes were bright as he stared down at her, his mouth itching to kiss her once more, instead though he pressed it against the base of her neck, and made his way down in a slow trek, from her neck to her chest, where he spent quite a bit of time, before removing her lingerie and making his way down her flat stomach, he lingered against her navel, swirling his tongue around it before nipping the edge of her panties with his teeth.(The rest is skip)
((---> later --->))It had been a long time since Aria had been fully and wonderfully exhausted, but that was just what Marco did to her with his intimacy. It wasn't just physical, either; the mental excitement, lust, and desire made her brain feel like absolute goo. Aria and Marco had fallen asleep next to each other, their bare bodies tangled together without a care. Aria woke up to find herself in that exact position. Her eyes opened slowly and she found herself staring at the peaceful face of Marco, and damn was he handsome. Her pink lips sprouted a small smile as she watched him sleep, his chest rising and falling softly with each breath. It was mildly terrifying to her. Marco was known for hookups, not relationships. And while Aria favored the one and done system too, that's not what she wanted with Marco. He was more than sex and lust and someone to fill the sheets, he was her best friend, the only man she'd ever been able to trust with any twisted, awful secret she had. She wanted his love, too, but what if he hadn't been thinking of that? Maybe he just wanted to hookup once, and thought they would be over after that. And in the pit of her stomach, Aria was nervous of that, but she felt like she was more important than sex to him, too. They loved each other. Aria tried to distract herself for a moment, since she knew Marco must've been exhausted too, with what they'd been doing for so long. She reached off the couch and grabbed onto her bra and panties. She clipped on her bra and shimmied her way into the panties, trying not to move too much, and then grabbed the sheepskin blanket and pulled it over the two of them again. It was a miracle that they hadn't been caught, sharing such a moment in such a public place. Aria bit down on her lip as she cuddled against Marco again, this time tugging the blanket up to her nose. She ran a finger along Marco's jawline, since really, it was a perfect jaw, and then leaned her lips closely. Aria pressed her pink lips against the corner of his mouth, she couldn't take it anymore. They needed to talk about what happened, and hopefully kiss some more. Who knew that Marcos lips really were made for kissing, as she'd always suspected?
(Ikr Ro, it sucks man >.> Ella I swear I replied earlier but the post was apparently lost??? like wtf)After they were done with the deed, Marco pulled Aria into his arms and fell into a deep sleep. She'd worn him the hell out, he felt like a satisfied lion about to curl up for a good long while with his mate. He didn't dream, it was just a deep sleep with no worries. There was no telling how long the two slept in the Game room, with the possibility of someone walking in the entire time. It was a dangerous game they were playing together, and neither of them were even very aware as they slept nestled together on the large couch. Marco slowly faught through the layers of sleep, it was a struggle since all he wanted to do was sleep more, to get some recovery time in. But there was someone wanting his attention so he forced his eyes open and yawned some as he took in his surroundings. Game room, Aria, bodies, touching, holy seven levels of hell, what had they done. Instead of feeling shameful about it like he thought he would, he felt great, and kind of euphoric over the whole thing. Marco sat up some, the sheepskin falling to a pool at his waste, hugging his bare hips as he turned some and peered down at Aria, she was gorgeous. Marco leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, "Morning love." He murmured before falling back down beside her and pulling her into his arms. He wondered what had awoken her, was she feeling guilty over their actions? Did she hate him now? Hopefully not, because Marco couldn't take that if she did.
Aria only grew more nervous when Marco started to wake up. She wasn't good at this. She didn't have boyfriends. She didn't care about men long enough to know their last names or their favorite song or what they liked to do on weekends. She usually only cared for a night, and then that was it. So when Marco opened his eyes, Aria gulped hard and did her best to smile at him. He was sleepy and handsome, and almost seemed lazy as he kissed her. He slumped down beside her and tucked her head beneath his chin. His skin was still warm and rough feeling, his chest still speckled in teeny tiny hairs that just proved that he was a man, as if she needed anything more to prove it by that point. Aria felt like her body was stiff in his arms. She wasn't ashamed, she wasn't upset that they'd done something as monumental as sex. No, she actually felt relieved that they'd done it, finally. There had been a strange and amazing tension between them since he'd arrived, and now that they'd done it, it felt right again, like they were good together. But Aria didn't know how to put that into words, she didn't know what to say or how to act. He'd called her love, so maybe he wanted more from their relationship, too? Aria let out a loud sigh and rolled on top of Marco, laying against his tanned body. It was hard to concentrate in that position, but she needed to see his face, she needed to know exactly what he was thinking. "I've never had a real boyfriend before." She blurted out, her green eyes looking bigger than usual, and definitely more nervous. Arias hair was a mess around her head from when Marcos hands had been through it before they slept, but Aria didn't bother to fix it. She still had a glow about her that she'd never felt before. "You've always been my friend that's a boy, but, I don't want you to be that anymore. But I don't know how to have a boyfriend, I've never done it before except for when I was eight and I don't think that counts. I don't know how to talk about boyfriend stuff and I don't know how to be someone's girlfriend. I only know how to be yours, how to be your friend that's a girl." She muttered, trying desperately to get across that she needed his help. Badly.
The thoughts of a woman kind of scared, and intrigued Marco, they could be thinking anything, literally. One could never tell if they were about to get yelled at or cuddled with, the mood of a woman could switch over like the flick of a spark, and you were either the victim or the grateful receiver. In this case it would seem that he wasnt' going to be a victim, or at least he didn't think so as she rolled herself on top of him and made herself comfortable. He could think of a few things she could do while in that position, but before he could point that out she was muttering, and talking, and muttering again and confusing herself, as well as him as she went on about boyfriends, girlfriends, them, and what everything was. It sounded like she was wanting more out of their relationship than a friendship, and a single tryst. Aria was falling over herself, metaphorically, and he couldn't help a small smile as he watched her. "So you're asking me out?" His voice was teasing, but his eyes were serious. "Yes Aria I'll date you, though you didn't have to sleep with me to ask that, or to get me to say yes," He leaned forward and kissed her cheek before laying back once again. " We'll help each other with this, since we're both new at the whole commitment thing, I guess we should start off with agreeing to be exclusive."
Aria had no idea how Marco could seem so calm. He was just relaxed, and he didn't even seem to be bothered by the fact that they had slept together. Actually, really slept together. It was crazy, and perfect, and so monumental that Aria felt like screaming at him and banging on his chest to get his attention. He was SMILING at her, like she was silly and cute, and Aria felt a blush rise in her cheeks; something that never happened. She was the one that always made men blush, not the other way around. Aria's heart was beating fast when Marco agreed to date her, and then went on to say that she didn't have to sleep with him just to get a yes. Is that what he thought now?? Aria felt an anxiety nagging at her "What? Is that what you think I-" she broke off, breathing faster "Do you think I planned this?? How can you be so calm? When we date we're going to have to change, we're going to have to be different and everyone will treat us differently. And you're so calm and relaxed like its just another Tuesday but it's not!" Aria exclaimed. She was sitting on him by then, and looked with wide eyes like she was maybe having a heart attack.
He had expected maybe some sort of raised voice about something, but not about this, she was acting irrationally. Marco grabbed her hands and held them still while waiting for her to calm down some. She was sitting on him by this point, and damn it was making him more than happy, and he wished his body would control itself for once. Maybe she wouldn't notice, Marco cleared his throat as he tried to get his mind on their relationship and what it all meant. Marco wouldn't usually even care, but this was Aria, he cared, he more than cared. "I'm not being too relaxed, I'm just appearing that way... I'm as nervous as you are. I don't think you planned this, you know me, I like to tease. Now please take a deep breath before you hyperventilate and pass out, we'll get this all sorted. First though," Marco grabbed her by the waist and put her beside him, then tugged on his pants, it was something that needed to be done before he ravished her once more, dammit why was she so tempting? Marco sat up and turned toward her, "Now then, so we're going to date, exclusively. Is that agreeable?" It was going to have to be talked about in contract form, or neither of them would stick to it, he knew that.
Soon enough Marco was instructing her to breathe, trying to get her to calm down and just listen to him. His hands were holding hers, and just the feel of his warm palms inspired Aria to control her breathing, to close her eyes for a moment and just listen to him. Marco said that he was nervous too, that he was just trying to act cool, and Aria felt a sigh of relief leave her lips, her eyes springing open and looking across at him. "You're right, I'm sorry. It's just all new Marco. And I don't want to mess it up, because..." She paused for a moment, avoiding his eyes while she said her next piece "Because it's you, and I never want to lose you." Aria admitted, her eyes finally angling towards his. She had to admit that it was disappointing when he pulled his pants back on; Aria would prefer neither of them being dressed at all, that's how a relationship should be, in her mind. But she knew why he was doing it, they needed to talk, needed to figure out how they would make this work. The party girl and the Italian stud didn't usually make for the most committed relationship, but damn Aria wanted to be perfect for him. It was almost shocking to her, that Marco was willing to give up his one night stands and makeout sessions with maids, just so he could have her, and her only. But that's what he was asking, and Aria nodded without skipping a beat "Of course. Completely exclusive. I won't be kissing or teasing anyone unless it's you, I promise." She told him, starting to feel a bit of smile come onto her face. After all, this was Marco, and he understood her. "But I have to warn you, I'm a hard lady to...satisfy, so you'll have to be ready to do a lot of work." She told him, smirking impishly at him and sending a wink his way. That was a perk of having a boyfriend, right? You could kiss and touch and have as many trysts beneath the sheets as you wanted.
It looked like she had the same fears he did about their relationship, that was comforting actually. At least he wasn't the only one not wanting to screw this up, Marco listened as she spoke, and his lips curled into a smile when she said that it would be a lot of work satisfying her. "I'm okay with that, satisfying a woman is my top number one skill," The wink that accompanied his statement was right on cue. Things would definitely not be boring in their relationship, he knew that. He could guarantee the sexual tension would be high, as well as the attitudes, they would squabble at times. But that was okay, it just made it all the more fun in his opinion. Being from a loud Italian family, well he kind of lived for such things. "Now is your mother and family going to be okay with this?" He asked, wanting all honesty, he needed to know what it was he was going to be going up against if they weren't. Marco wasn't the guy that girls usually brought home to parents, he was the one that girls hid in their closets until their parents went to sleep, and then tumbled into the sheets with the girl for a few hours before sneaking out the window. With Aria though, well he wanted it to be different. Marco wanted to be able to take her to events, balls, and out on a date, without having to hide it, whether that was going to be possible or not, well that was yet to be seen.
Aria giggled quietly when Marco agreed to her terms about the time they spent together, apparently, he wasn't afraid to handle a girl like her. "It is not." She told him sternly, scooting to sit in his lap and snuggle against him. "It's definitely a skill, I can attest to that?" she muttered against his ear, nibbling playful there "but you're more than a fine piece of ass, Marco." She placed a kiss on his cheek. Marco was worth much more than sex; they'd been best friends for years, and she knew that for sure. But then he was asking about her family, and Aria shrugged "I don't really care unless you do. They can't stop me from sleeping around, so I can have an actual relationship with whoever I want. My Mum might not be your number one fan, but I think she likes you. Dad doesn't really care about much when it comes to me, and I'm not arranged to anyone. The only one that might not like it is Uncle Aric, but Auntie Rosa will stick up for me, so he'll get over it." She promised him, her tanned fingers trailing pleasantly across his chest. "I think this will be good for us. I mean, we can be ourselves, and be best friends, but then take each other to bed and things too. We'll be good for each other." Aria said, angling her bright eyes to look up at him.
There were certain things that Marco could only take so much of, like serious conversations. He let Aria continue her talking but he was only half listening as his fingers trailed along her skin, etching every bit of her into his mind so that he could remember her like this, after the throes of love, whenever they were apart. By the end of her spiel he nodded his head like a good little boy, "We'll deal with your family when it come to that time. I'm going to enjoy every minute we have together though, before the family ensues, I already know the King isn't going to be too keen on us," He tried not to wince as he thought of the last time him and the King had been around one another. There was no way that her Uncle would actually allow him to date his niece without a fight. "Now lets go get cleaned up," He scooped her up in his arms and stood, then headed towards the doorway, "I'll take you to your room in style," He chuckled some as he took her towards her room, ignoring any looks from the help that he might have gotten.
Aria had never really trusted many people, as sad as that was. She trusted her mother and her sisters, her uncle, aunt, and her cousins. Them, and Marco. While he talked to her about worrying when they got there, Aria felt an instant calm, and melted against his form. He was touching her softly the whole time she spoke, and it was hard to stay concentrated enough to even finish. But Marco needed to hear about Uncle Aric, because he was surely to be furious with Aria dating Marco. Not only was Marco a known womanizer, he was twenty years old, four years older than Aria. And while Oliver had the option of marrying girls five years younger than him, Aric seemed to think that Aria was an innocent little soul that needed to be shirked from older men...not that it had ever worked. It would be a struggle with him, but Aria was more than willing to fight for Marco, no matter what it took. "Well one thing is for sure, your family already loves me, so we don't have to fight any battles there." She chirped, her eyes bright as she thought of his huge Italian family. As egotistical as she was, the Ezzelini's really did love Aria, and always treated her as one of their own whenever she happened upon them. Aria wrapped her arms around Marco's warm neck and placed her head against his still bare chest. He'd carried her like that before, but it was different this time, more special. Passerby's always thought that Aria and Marco were an item, and that was the first time they'd be right "I do everything with style, Marco." Aria stated, quirking a brow at him like he'd made some big blunder, but she was just teasing, and cracked a smile seconds later. "Oooo cleaned up?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes "Does that mean we get to shower together?" Aria whispered the last question against the base of his ear, a cheeky grin spreading across her face. She was just joking, but if Marco said yes, she would be down for it. After all, she did care about this man. And how else would she show a man like Marco how much she cared, besides throwing herself at him? She certainly didn't know another way.
Her hair spilled over his shoulder as she laid her cheek there, her scent was pleasantly intoxicating. It took everything in him to not push her against the wall beside them, tear her clothes off with his teeth, and take her right then and there, over and over again. Just the thoughts going through his head would probably make even Aria blush, it was making him hot and ready for things that weren't appropriate for hallways filled with maids and manservants. "You can make a man wish for privacy, you know that?" He muttered, tension evident in his voice, lust as well. "Yes we are definitely climbing into that shower together little one, the faster we get there, the better." He quickened his pace to get to her room in less time, whether it looked strange or not, well he didn't really care to be honest. "Water sliding over your body," A growl, low and quiet, escaped his throat as he thought about it, damn him and his body, damn her for making him feel so needy. Since when was he not in full control? Instead of being truly mad, well he was actually happy, because it meant that for once he didn't want to just sleep a few nights with a girl and be rid of her, no he wanted to keep Aria around... for a long time. That would be a relief to her, as much as it was to him, because she really did mean everything to him, he would die for her, if need be, and he wouldn't even do that for one of his family members.
Aria giggled quietly when Marco started to mutter against her hair. She could feel the beat of his heart getting a little bit quicker inside of his muscular chest, and his skin started to heat up. Aria didn't move though, she didn't have to do a thing. It was sort of funny, how Marco could get aroused all by himself, all she had to do was lay her head against him, mention a shower, and he was a goner. But it was too much fun, Aria couldn't just let Marco be without teasing him mercilessly. How could she just lay against him, when there was obviously tension in the air again? They were both ready, and Aria felt a stress between them that made her want to clear the halls so they could just get started already. So she moved slowly, nudging her nose softly against the side of his neck. She let a few of her breaths land against his neck, warm and soft, before reaching up to whisper into his ear "Mmm Marco," she muttered, her eyes half lidded "it'll just be you and me, behind a locked door. We can turn up the hot water and let the steam just fill the whole room, so much steam that you'll barely be able to breathe." She whispered, a smirk pulling onto her lips as she placed a sweet kiss just below his ear. The taste of his skin was so sweet though, and she couldn't resist but kiss him more, sitting his neck with butterfly kisses as he whisked her off to her room.
Marco had decided to just walk, after he found out that the girl, the one girl in his life that he would ever be faithful to, was betrothed to some stupid diplomat. He was a Duke! Why would she even agree to marrying that moron? Or maybe she'd just used him to get herself out of it all? That was quite possible, hell that was probably what happened actually. Marco found himself back where it had all started, in the Game room, where he knew some alcohol was too. Marco went straight for the vodka, and he didn't bother with a glass, he unscrewed the cap and drank straight from the bottle, the burn didn't even affect him because of how upset and pissed off he was. Damn her for making him have hopes and feelings for her, and damn her for involving him in her bloody mess. He was such a moron for thinking that she actually cared for him like that, they were friends, that's all, nothing more. HOneslty that hurt, it hurt a lot, and he hated that too, because normally he didn't let himself get emotional about girls, not at all, it was kind of rule. But he'd been with her for barely any time, and he was already all love tangled about it and wanting to throw himself off a cliff for her. Well you know what? He was just going to have to drown those sorrows in vodka. He tilted the bottle once more, Marco was already half done with the bottle, thankfully there was more.
Aria walked carefully down the hallway, trying not to alert any of the guards of her emotionally compromised state. If she seemed too bad, which she was, then they would summon her mother. And that's not who Aria needed in that moment, she needed her best friend, she needed Marco. She'd checked in his room already, but he hadn't been there, so she was headed to where they'd turned their friendship into something much more. She ran a hand through her blonde hair, what did this mean for them? Did Marco still want to date her? Did he ever want to date her in the first place? Or was that all just ploy, a plan so he could treat her like he treated the other women he slept with. Aria hated herself for allowing him so close, but it really did take two. As soon as she walked into the game room, she felt that he was there, and turned to the bar "Oh Marco!" She whimpered, running to him and hoping to get a hug. "Everything is such a mess marco." SHS whispered into his ear.
Why is it that the one time I truly let my guard down I get my ass handed to me? Marco you're an idiot, you know better than to let your heart be exposed, and now look, you're paying for it, next time just be the ass everyone expects, His thoughts were slightly dampered by alcohol, well maybe more than slightly. He finished one bottle and open the next one, as a pop sound made its way into the room so did Aria. He watched her, slightly bleary eyed as she came towards him, he knew that run. It was the kind he was supposed to open his arms for and comfort her. Not this time, Marco folded his arms over his chest and held the newly opened bottle in his hand, "Aria." He replied coldly, his eyes hard, his stance was rigid. She'd used him, for her own gain, he wasn't about to just coddle her right away, he wanted, no he deserved, answers. Despite their history, he was going to be jerk to her that he was to everyone else, at least until she actually admitted that everything was just a sham, or explained in a way that would make him not want to kill her.
Aria felt a swirling in her stomach that was all because of the terrible news she'd just learned. She was honestly confused by it, and didn't understand what the point was. If William wanted a wife, why her? Felicity was older and a better candidate, not that Aria would ever be happy about her big sister being arranged. No, she would happily take that bullet for Felicity if she had the chance, but it truly wasn't comprehensible. Why would William want her, the sixteen year old with an awful reputation, when there was a tame seventeen year old to be wed. Or was there? The thought occurred to her that if someone was engaged to her, then maybe Felicity and even Fern could already have their fates tied. When she came upon Marco, he acted strange, even furious with her, and Aria wasn't sure why. She stood in front of him and her lip started to tremble; how has she lost him? Her freedom she understood, but Marco? He was always by her side, cheering her on and sharing in her sorrows, how could he be so cruel to her at a time like this? A hiccup surfaced in arias chest and she shook her head at her supposed best friend "Why do you get to do this to me?" She asked him sadly, her voice watery. "You're supposed to be my best friend, and now even my boyfriend, why do you get to not care?!" She asked, her voice rising in a sort of anger. She was the one being tied to William without her consent, she was the one losing everything. "You can't be mad at me when I need you the most, Marco." She stayed, her own angry tone meeting his.
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A royal game room, one of the more modern amenities. A pool table, a tv, a bar, a kitchenette. This is a good way to spend time.