Ares' POV

"Well, if you don't, maybe I should just reject you then." Thomas tells me, standing on the other side of the counter, arms coming up to cross over his chest, hip popping out in sass.

"Go ahead I could never be with someone like you, even if you do have good cuddles and scream my name just right." I shoot back, not meaning to compliment him but the words fall anyways.

He scoffs, flabbergasted at me but I hold my ground, my eyebrow shooting up in a dare for him to question me. "What the fuck is wrong for you? You're telling me the Goddess made you, and you can't even get your shit together?"

"Says the one who thinks regular mayonnaise is better than miracle whip!" I shoot back throwing my hands up in exasperation. Everything was just fine between the two of us when we lazily crawled out of bed around six and made our way to the kitchen to make sandwiches, only to find out, my crazy psycho Lock eats Mayo. Fucking mayo. That comment right there calmed down my cuddle crave instantly.

"Don't blame me for your inferior taste buds." He tells me and all of a sudden an idea comes to mind that has me settling down with not a very nice smile on my face. "What's that look for?" He asks me nervously and I chuckle in amusement.

"You liked mayo before you met me, right?" I ask him, crossing my arms on the counter in front of me, no longer bothered by this former argument.

"Yes, what does that have to do with anything?" He asks me rolling his eyes as he leans on the counter across from me. I pick up a chip and pop the crunchy goodness into my mouth, trying to refrain my aching body from pulling Thomas' closer until my point is proven.

I pick up another chip and point it at my kitten before I answer. "You were dead then, meaning your taste buds were absolute shit. So try this amazing mayo of yours and tell me how you still like it." I tell him and I see the realization dawn in his eyes, but just like I expected the prideful brat is going to try it just to attempt to prove me wrong.

"Fine, I'll do it, just to prove you wrong." Bingo. "I'm tired of you always thinking that you're right." He tells me as he pushes off the counter and goes to the fridge to open in, grabbing the jar of hate and a spoon from a random drawer.

"Kitten, I never think I'm right. I use context clues so when I talk I know I'm right." I tell him, my hands balled into fists as I watch his lean body move hypnotically trying to stay strong.

"Oh yeah? Tell me something you shouldn't know." He tells me, unscrewing the jar before looking at me for a response.

"You tuck your dick against your left hip because you have either a recent small injury to your right leg or an old injury that never healed making you limp only the slightest. I'm betting the latter. You tuck it high instead of low because you're always wary of someone attacking you. I have my guesses on this, but when you're ready you'll tell me." I tell him, reading him like a book to his face, and by the look I see as I pop another chip in my mouth, he hadn't even noticed I paid this much attention.

To try and ease the suddenly tense vibe in the room as Thomas stills in shock and fear, the feeling making my heart squeeze, I continue on with the experiment.

"But please," I tell him, mentally shaking him from whatever hell he just slammed himself in. "Show me that I'm wrong with this one." He gives me a weak smile before he picks up the spoon and gets a nice little glob on it before raising it up in a 'cheers' motion.

I watch, completely enthralled as he shovels the scoop into his mouth and he begins to move it around, chewing on it as best he can. That is until the chews become slow and my little stubborn spitfire turns pale and green at the same time. He forces himself to swallow the mayo before his face finally breaks character and he gags, body shivering in disgust.

"Oh Goddess!" He cries turning back to the fridge to grab a water bottle and chug it, clearly displeased with the taste that he used to love so much.

He finally settles down and he glares at the bottle of mayo as if it has just personally assaulted him.

"So," I ask him, a smile in my voice and on my face. "How was it?" I ask and if looks could kill.... well I would be in a coma, not dead, he's too soft for that.

After he tries to throw the mayo jar at my head and we settle for hot pockets, we make our way back to his room and I'm completely distraught at the lack of attention and contact.

"Thomas!" I exclaim, trying to sound like my usual calm and assertive self but I only sound whiny as he again snatches his hand from my grasp. "Stop it, you know I need it." I tell him and he rolls his eyes when he turns to look at me.

"Actually, I don't know anything remember." He snaps at me and I give up trying to ask. While he's turn to look at me, I pick up my stride and bend over, my shoulder pushing out to fold Thomas in half until he's falling over my shoulder.

I straighten out to my full height and my kitten squeals, hands shooting out to land on my butt as he tries to hold on, making my dick switch in response, the action mirroring on my lips.

"Zack, put me down!" He tells as I begin to carry him the rest of the way down the hallway. "I can fucking walk, Ares!" He tries to squirm and kick, almost making me hit his shin on the door frame as we walk through. My hand flies up to smack his ass, a decent size sound being made against his plump cheeks.

"Settle down, spitfire." I tell him softly as I walk towards his bed and imagine my surprise when I notice his cock get hard against my shoulder i reaction to the hit. I'll have to save that information for a later date.

Being careful not to hurt him, I swing him off of my shoulder and throw him on the bed. Before he can fully recover, I'm on him, literally, laying my bigger body along his, my weight preventing him from moving.

"Stop being a bad boy, and give me some love." I tell him with a stern frown, the annoying itch in my body finally soothed as I lay along my Lock.

Thomas sighs reluctantly, but his arms come from beneath me to wrap around my body, making me instantly melt into him. I am fully aware that though he can be submissive, he is in no way small or weak and if he wanted to, he could throw me off of him and across the room. The fact that he doesn't makes me smile as one of his hands come up to lazily play in my hair just like I like it.

     "I want to take you somewhere." I tell him, my eyes close as my heart speeds up. I've never had to do something like this before, and I'm nervous books and movies being the only reference at the moment.

      "Today? I'm not so sure that's a good idea." Thomas says but before he's finished with the sentence I'm shaking my head.

     "No not today. Like Saturday. Maybe we can make it a date night?" I ask hesitantly. As dominant and straight forward as I am in bed, everything else seems too important to fuck it up by commanding him around when he has so many fears and insecurities. He stays silent and I nervously ramble on. "Like maybe that could be our thing. Even if we're busy the whole week and barely see each other, we can go out every Saturday. Just the two of us."

     Thomas' hands still on my scalp and I'm about to backtrack everything I said and go die in a nice little hole before he speaks up. "You want to have a day just for us?" He asks and I hear a wobble in his voice. I move to sit up so I can see his face, but his hands in my hair prevent me from moving and I allow him this slight privacy.

      "Of course kitten. No matter how busy and hectic our lives get, you're always going to be my main priority. That and you give good cuddles." I tack on the end as a second thought and it makes my spitfire laugh, slapping my back lightly.

     "Okay. Yes, I will make Saturday's just for you then." He tells me and I can hear the smile in his voice. I wiggle around on his body, dancing in my excitement and he only laughs, his fingers continuing to play in my hair lovingly.

     "Where would you like to go this week?" I ask him and he thinks, humming lightly in thought as I relish in the feel of being loved on so freely.

      "I've always wanted to go to the Aquarium." He tells me and I can hear the excitement in his voice.

     "Oh, that's easy." I tell him.

     "Yeah? I thought tickets could be hard to come by?" He asks me, his voice confused.

     "Usually they are, when you don't work as a security guard and trainer there." I tell him nonchalantly thinking nothing of it.

     "You never told me you worked there." He says and I can hear a little irritation in his voice that I ignore because he's just being a brat and I'm trying to get my serotonin levels up by basking in this physical affection.

      "I don't know where you work either." I remind him and that's shuts him up fast.

     "I'm a bartender at a restaurant about ten minutes away, in between the South side and the Hybrids." He tells me and I know exactly what he's talking about.

     Most supernaturals stay with their kind, if they can find their lover within their species, but those who don't, usually end up on the southwest part of Kaulike. If you're a Vampire and a Faerie couple and you don't want to live in only one place, you head there, teaching both sides of their heritage to their kids so they aren't influenced by just one culture. I guess it makes sense that the Enchanted would be next door neighbors with them.

      Noble reason of you ask me, but I'm not sure if the practice actually follows through.

      "When do you go back to work?" I ask him, upset that I'll have to share him with others who will probably try and convince him to go home with them. This is not good at all.

     "I got back Sunday at three." He tells me and I lighten up, Sunday being a whole three days from now. "What about you?" He asks me.

     "I had to call out this week and agree to take extra shifts, with everything going on, so I'll probably work Monday through Friday. They'll give me a call tomorrow." I tell him quietly, knowing the news isn't what he wanted to hear.

      "Well at least we have Saturday." He tells me and I smile, loving how optimistic he is. I plan on building a life with my kitten and if that means making personal sacrifices, I'll do it. All for him. My little bratty spitfire.

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Did I scare some of y'all in the beginning? I thought it was funny lmfao. I want my characters to work and have income, they're people who makes mistakes, have jobs and argue and I love it.

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