The Traps of Black Swan

In the morning, in Luxembourg,

Aaron inhaled deeply, tightening his arm around the little frame who was showering with soft gentle pecks on his face. His lips were threatening to arc, he let out a low throaty groan, satisfied with the way she was waking him up.

Did the Sunrise from the west? She wasn't biting him to wake up.

Aarvi gasped when he pulled her on top of him, resting her head on his shoulder, wrapping both his arms, tight and warm around her.

Drawing his scent in, Aarvi unknowingly craved nuzzling his neck, probably even taste. When she almost thought he went back to sleep, his arms moved. One hand further tightened around her, another one reached for her face.

Brushing his fingers on her face, he wished in a groggy deep voice, planted a kiss on her head, "Good Morning, Cupcake."

Closing her eyes, Aarvi was enjoying his tender caress on her face when she smiled against his hand, "Good morning, Ronron."

Her smile widened hearing Cupcake and Ronron. Despite never using it for so many years, her lips never found the nickname new or unknown. It was smooth as though she was using it for many years.

"Didn't you get the sleep?" He asked, shifting his hand to caress her head. If she could catch some sleep, he was willing to wait till she completes her nap.

Aarvi opened her eyes after hearing him. She had fallen asleep on his lap when he was going through some files. She was sure he probably worked on his laptop and slept very late. Thus he woke up at seven and she was sure Zelda would be having her breakfast.

Pulling herself up to face him, she responded to avoid his unnecessary worry, "How could I not sleep in your arms?" She questioned playfully, "I could sleep in the freezing cold and scorching hot if you're next to me. Here, we have a comfortable bed… Oh no, you are my bed."

Aaron wanted to ask 'why are you flirting with me early in the morning?' but focused on his breathing to have control over him. Hearing her honey-dipped words, he was craving to flip her down and feel her under him.

Unknown about the effects she had on him, Aarvi pressed her lips on his cheek and rubbed her face against the crook of his neck, like a pet looking for warmth.

A low grunt escaped his lips to stop her before she could seduce him to no return, "Don't…" He doubted if he would be able to cuddle her to sleep again. He felt like he had reached his limit.

It wasn't like he wanted to wait but the circumstances were against them. Upon that Aarvi wished to go to Luxembourg where they couldn't even make some noise, in the small house. He didn't want to see the three ladies embarrassed.

Aarvi lifted her head after hearing his husky, restrained voice, much like struggling. Even though he asked her to stop, his body was reacting in contrast to him.

"Is my heart still weak?" She asked softly, looking at his knitted eyebrows and closed eyes.

His eyebrows slowly freed, his lips were threatening to arc up knowing where she was going with that question. Instead of responding, he asked the question, to hear it from her, "Why?"

"Why!?" She uttered the question as it was obvious why she asked, "Because I want to eat you." It's as simple as that. She dipped her head and bit his neck to act on her words by giving in to her temptation.

Like a mercury melt at the heat, his frozen blood melted to her touch and shot on his dried nerves. Aaron flung his eyes open. He flipped her down on the bed in no second and pulled himself up from her.

Holding his breath, staring at her petite face and inviting parted lips, he was sure he would devour her like a hungry wolf if he stayed with her in the same room for the next second.

He got off the bed, strode out of the guestroom to the restroom without a word. He couldn't believe he was running from his wife, his Cupcake.

Yeah, the guest room didn't have an ensuite.

Aarvi: "..."

She scratched her head like a confused kitten without knowing what just happened. She was yet to open her eyes when he ran away from her.

"Did I bite him too hard?.. Will it leave a mark?.. Did I bring concealer?" She got off the bed to check the dressing table if there was concealer to hide her teeth mark on his neck.

….

Standing outside the bathroom, a third time, Aarvi knocked on the door. They could have brushed together but Aaron wasn't answering the door or saying anything,

She stood by the bay window at the small balcony, watching outside while waiting for Aaron. The wedding thought again crossed her mind. Looking at the outside view, Aarvi liked an open wedding in summer in the courtyard. However, she didn't want to have many opinions on it so that Aaron's idea could be drawn out as he rarely has any wishes.

She was smiling, in a breezy cool atmosphere outside when she heard the door unlock. She wanted to check if he was alright seeing him exit with a bathrobe wrapped around him.

He looked calm and composed but "Ronr… rooon…" Anyway, he pulled her and shoved her to the bathroom saying, "Get fresh quickly, Cupcake. We are going out for sightseeing."

'Thud'

Aarvi looked at the closed door in wonder. If she didn't know Aaron well, she would have certainly thought he was avoiding her.

Shaking off her thoughts, she quickly got fresh, hoping Zelda wasn't going to throw a fit as Aaron's bride woke up late and didn't make breakfast for them.

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Meanwhile, Aaron changed to a cool summer outfit that made him look even younger than he usually looked. Crossing his legs, he sat on the armchair at the balcony of the first floor. A small picnic bag was next to the armchair, while he checked on his mobile if the bicycle he had ordered could reach there on time.

He didn't want to go downstairs alone which would give Zelda a chance to mutter against Aarvi.

Think of the devil.

Watching aAaron, looking chic, Zelda didn't show any reaction despite recalling Jordan after seeing him. There were a lot of similarities between them even though their styles were polar opposite.

Aaron would have gotten happy if Zelda wasn't trying to test Aarvi, and had the strong urge to ignore her. How could he? She was his grandmother.

"Good morning grandma…" He greeted her when she sat on the other armchair that was partially facing the bay window.

"Morning!?" There was a wish but more like a taunt. "Do you know the time? Don't tell me your Cupcake couldn't even wake up in the morning for breakfast?"

Aaron: "..."

He wanted to ask, 'What is your problem, Grandma?' He had met Zelda just a few times in the past three years. That too, he was staying for an hour or stay for one meal before rushing back to Aarvi. He never found her so weird and she never asked anything about Aarvi either, despite knowing she was his Cupcake.

Breathing out loud, Aaron asked without filtering his words, "Grandma, do you have to behave like this? Are you perhaps jealous?" He had heard parents or grandparents blaming their daughter-in-law and disliking them if she wasn't their choice.

Anyway, he shook his head, "I don't think so." Zelda wasn't the type to be jealous. Even if Zelda sees Jordan cheating, she was the type to calmly divorce him by accepting the unexpected.

Aaron didn't think he had a higher place in Zelda's life than Jordan. Since there was nothing to be jealous about, "So why are you trying so hard to pick on my Cupcake?"