Ares' POV

     It's around six when I wake up from my nap, the sun already on it's way down and I can't help but  cringe a little when I realize I slept the day away, never one to be lazy past eleven o'clock. My eyes still half shut, I reach my arm over blindly in confusion since Thomas usually sleeps on my chest, but my eyes fly open in panic when I'm met with cold sheets.

     I sit up quickly, looking around the darkening room for any sign of my kitten and come up empty. I try to calm my racing heart, knowing he's probably somewhere in the apartment, completely unaware of my abandonment issues, but it's not doing much to help. I get off the bed and head into the bathroom to relieve myself, rushing through the process when he's not in there either. Once my hands are dry, I do one last sweep of the room and closet before I'm out the door.

     The other bedrooms have their doors closed, so I continue along the long hallway until I get into the kitchen. There I find a couple plates in the sink and even a plate wrapped up with my name on it on the counter, but I'm too wound up right now to do anything but be around Thomas.

     So I turn on my heels and head a little further up the hall until I enter the living room and still find it empty. I feel my chest tighten and my breathing pick up in fear and panic, until, that is, I notice the curtain over the balcony doors have been pulled back.

     I race towards the doors, taking a deep breath to calm myself before I twist the handle and step out into the calming late afternoon breeze. And right there to my left, snuggled in a blanket and a book on his lap is my sweet little spitfire and I immediately relax.

     As soon as he hears the click of the door closing, Thomas looks up and the way his face lights up when he sees it's me has my heart racing all over again.

     "Hey, babe." He greets, and though it's the first time I've heard the pet name out of his mouth, I already love it.

     I shift awkwardly by the door, feeling self conscious over how I freaked out for no reason. "Hey, kitten, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just wanted to know where you were." I tell him sheepishly and I expect for him to roll his eyes and make a smart ass comment but to my surprise he doesn't, instead his eyes only soften as he reaches out his hand for me to take.

     "Come sit with me, Zack." He says with a soft smile on his face and it's impossible to refuse, not that I would ever want to deny him anything... except an orgasm or two. I laugh internally as I take the necessary steps to reach him, plopping down beside him on the cushioned bench against the wall.

     As soon as I'm beside him, Thomas leans back, his body fitting perfectly into mine as he releases a content sigh. I give him a pretty kiss on his head revealing in his fresh scent that has quickly become my favorite.

     "What're you reading?" I ask him quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace that has swallowed us up here so far from the chaos of the world.

     "It's a book about a Warlock and a Vampire who are soul mates, but the Warlock  isn't happy because a Vampire killed his family." He tells me, putting a bookmark in the page and setting it down before leaning more heavily into me.

     "Damn, the Vampire must have it rough." I say, whistling low in sympathy. Thomas turns to me confused at my comment and I gesture for him to say something.

     "The Vamp? Why would he have it rough?"

     I crease my brows and lean back, thinking carefully about my response before I speak, knowing that the wrong word or phrase could debase your whole argument. "Think about it, the Vampire, so far has had no connection with the death of the Warlock's family right?" I ask just to clarify.

     "No, nothing so far." Thomas agrees.

     "Exactly. So he finds his lover, probably after years of waiting only to find out he hates him for something he never did nor participated in. His own soulmate is mistrusting him and most likely degrading him in his mind and out loud just because of what he represents, not his actual actions." I explain and Thomas looks slightly less confused but more determined.

     "That's true, but can you blame the Warlock for being wary?" He asks.

     "No, but I can blame him of being spiteful towards someone he was made to love when he's done nothing wrong. As much as the Warlock most likely thinks he's not doing anything wrong, it's probably destroying the Vamp inside. Especially if he doesn't acknowledge it, or explain it so that maybe they can work something out." I expect Thomas to argue back, but looking down at his face I see a strange look on there that almost looks like.... guilt? But before I can decipher it or ask, it's gone.

     "So the fifteenth, huh?" He asks with a questionable perkiness that I decide to ignore. I know something is wrong, but I have faith that he will tell me when he's ready. It would be shitty of me to force it out of him, when he was so patient with me.

     I nod, pride welling inside me that it's Thomas who's instigating the conversation instead of me. "Have you decided what you wanted to do?" I ask him in all seriousness.

     He looks away shyly, a pretty blush coating his cheeks before he answers. "I- uh, I kind of wanted to decide.... with you?" The end of the sentence ends in a question but I don't mind at all, elated that he wants me to be included in this decision making.

     "Yeah, sure, I'm down with that." I tell him cooly and look down to give him a smile, but what I see has all plans and ideas going out the window. With the sun kissing the horizon it's golden hour and I finally realize the meaning as I watch Thomas in awe.

    His usual pale cheeks are aglow with the warm honey evening light, his dull freckles a melted chocolate in the sun's gaze. His stormy blue green eyes reflect the sun set perfectly, his long lashes framing the picture to perfection, but that's not where my eyes are dragged to.

     My eyes are lead to my kittens plush pink lips, that have tiny little bite marks from when he was concentrating on reading. My cock is swelling beneath my sweats and suddenly whats happening in two days has little importance to me right now. I watch, hypnotized, as Thomas's lips keep moving as he speaks, ignorant to just how distracted I've gotten.

     I see his lips pause in their movement before he's leaning his face up to find out why I've been so quiet, but I ignore his curious look. Instead, I raise my hand slowly, loving the way his lips part as a breath escapes, grabbing his chin lightly to direct him in the spot I need him. My eyes finally leaving his lips only to touch his gorgeous eyes, and I lean forward watching his eyes flutter shut as I come closer until our lips finally meet.

      The usually spark that flares whenever he's around doubles at the contact, my spine shivering at the proximity of my little Snow, the one that chased down my heart as I ran away. I bring my second hand up to cup his face and deepen the kiss, earning a sweet moan from my sensitive spitfire.

     One of my hands leave his face and slides down to wrap around his throat that he leans his head back to bare for me, lips wet and swollen from my assault.

     "Beautiful." I tell him and he shudders, breath catching at the compliment and I open my mouth to give him a million others but the sliding door glides open and I watch as Ben steps out onto the patio. He clearly sees Thomas and I in a compromised position but the little shit walks on over the the cushioned seat across from us with a little smile. I lean my head to Thomas' ear and whisper, "Later." I let my hands fall from his perfect body and lean back, pulling my phone out as Ben starts a conversation with a very frustrated and flustered Thomas.

     I don't know what this kids game is, but he better know what the fucks he's doing. I decide to let the thoughts go for now, turning my head to watch my little spitfires animated conversation, his frown flowing away nicely as he converses with his friend.

     And for the hundredth time since we met, I question why I ever wanted to hide from someone so perfect.

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I hope some of you peeped the metaphor. That was a big oop. But I loved how wrapped around Thomas finger Ares is. Ugh he's such a perfect man. What do you guys think about Ben is Zack over reacting?

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