Akoya Kailani

I woke up the next morning not very well rested.

I spent most of the night slowly tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable position that didn't leave my skin throbbing.

I woke up to see a text on my phone from Mal.

~Mal : Kale told me what happened? I'll be over in 15 to help you out, you can tell me about everything then.

That was an hour ago, so she must be here now.

I slowly rise out of bed and change into some lounging clothes.

I then shuffle my way, leaning against every wall, on my way to the kitchen.

"Oh my gosh, Lani!" Mal says coming from the stove and rushing over to me.

She immediately throws my arm over her shoulder and helps me to the couch.

"You could've yelled for me I would've helped you out of bed."

"I didn't want to seem needy.." I sheepishly smile to her.

"By the looks of it, it's ok to be needy. You had a pretty bad fall." She sits down with me on the couch.
"Or, jump rather." She adds quietly.

"Now tell me all about this Mr.Momoa." She smiles excitedly.

I start with how I think Kale set me up to be there because he somehow knew Jason would be there. In a way, I was grateful but also upset because I ended up in the hospital. I knew it was because of my own decision to jump into the water but also If he hadn't asked me to go in the first place this wouldn't have happened.

"and then after Kale left the hospital, he drove me home and remember that ointment I told you about earlier?"

"Uh-huh." She says eagerly.

"He rubs it all over my bruises, and I know it was for medical purposes and all, but I hadn't been touched like that since Derek and having him-- Jason Momoa-- rub me like that... If I hadn't been in so much pain I would've made a move on him." I tell her as I remember the events of last night.

~

He started on my stomach, I jerked slightly at his touch. The product was cold but his hands were so warm, I wasn't expecting that.

He rubbed on my stomach in circles until eventually the whole this was covered. I felt cold but every place on my body warmed up with his touch.

He then went down lower to my upper thighs--the most ticklish part of my body.

As he gently tried to massage in the product it took everything in me to not squirm from the pain, pleasure and being ticklish.

He went closer and closer to my sweet spot and I could only wish that he didn't stop but he did.

He dug into the jar with those same fingers, his middle and ring finger, and this time started on my chest right in the middle.

It was painful, but all so worth it. Pain covering my chest but pleasure tracing right behind his fingers.

I just wanted him to touch me more but I couldn't ask anything like that.

He rubbed it into my chest and brought his hands all the way up to my cheeks without breaking contact with my skin.

I wanted to melt in his hands but he quickly said...

"That should be enough for today."

~

"Ugh! You're so lucky. I wish I could have the hottest man on earth rub my body." She stands up in one swift motion and heads over to the kitchen.

"But I mean if your gonna rub on me, then rub on me! Ugh." I slink back into the couch carefully, still not trying to hurt my sore skin.

Mal comes out with two plates and hands one to me

"It's just scrambled eggs and avocado toast." She says.

"Awe, so you only want to cook for me if I end up in the hospital? Noted." I said to her.

"So, not true." She says, but her head nodding.

We laugh it off but are interrupted by a ring of the doorbell.

We both turn our heads to the door.

With our heads still facing the door, we turn our eyes to one another as she stands and walks over to the door.

"What if it's him?" She whispers to me as she walks to the door.

"How do I look?" I whisper back.

She rushes over and fixes a few out of place hairs and then goes towards the door.

She gives me one last excited look and then opens the door.

She opens the door wide enough for the first thing for him to be able to see is me sitting on the couch looking at him.

Then he looks at her.

"I'm Jason, nice to meet you." He holds out his hand for her to shake.

"I'm Malia, But everyone cals me Mal." She shakes his hand and steps aside to invite him in.

He walks inside.

"Looks so much prettier in the sunlight." He says looking around.

"What? Is it ugly at night or something?" I joke.

"No, I mean like at night it's.. sexy and cool and in the morning it's like.. refreshing." He adds a cute smile at the end.

"Why, thank you. That's exactly what I was going for." I smile back.

After a moment Mal breaks in.

"Well, you came at perfect timing because I actually have to go to work." Mal says as she starts to gather her things.

"Wow, you trust me that much already?" Jason says.

"To leave me alone with you very vulnerable friend?" He says shooting a dashing look.

"Well, considering you gave her CPR and saved her life and brought her home you seemed to be a good person. Plus I haven't heard a single bad thing about you in media. However, that can change if you hurt her." She says waving her finger at him and smiling.

"I don't care how big and muscular you are, I'll take you on and put both of us in the hospital."

"OK, you're a tough cookie if you're challengin' me like that. I used to be King of the Dothraki you know." He says playing along.

"Well, we all know what's become of him." She says crossing her arms.

"King of the Sea?" He says.

"Ainokea, I like sushi." She says stepping to him.

"Don't you have to go to work?" I say interrupting their banter.

They both share a look, I can already tell if he is going to be around for a while this is going to be an ongoing thing.

"Yeah, I do." She says walking over to me.

"Get better, Okay? If you need anything call me. I don't need my favorite person dying on me. Aloha!" She says as she steps out of the front door.

"Aloha!" I shout back as the door closes.

I turn my head towards him.

"Are you hungry?" I say gesturing to the plate that Mal left untouched.

"Nah." He says shaking his head and sitting down on the couch next to me.

"How did you sleep?" He asks.

"Not very much at all." I look up shyly from my plate of food.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He trails off.

"Why did you come back?" I ask him.

"What do you mean?" He asks with a confusion swimming in his eyes.

"I mean like.." I start as I set down my now empty plate.

"After last night.. or even after the hospital you could've just left y'know? You're one of the biggest stars right now and here you are in my living room asking me how I slept. You didn't have to come this far for a stranger like me... so why?" I ask subconsciously scooting closer to him to deepen the conversation.

At first, he looks a little puzzled, but he quickly gathers it together.

"Well, it was me who dared you to jump. If I hadn't done that you wouldn't have even needed to go in the hospita. But I did and I did this to you.." He says gesturing to my bruised skin.

"I'm sorry. I can't remember if I actually formally apologized to you or not, but incase I didn't I apologize." He says putting one arm up on the couch, almost around me--but not.

"It's okay-"

"It's not. But in a way, I just felt like this was my way of taking responsibility." He interrupts.

"No it really is ok. Lately, I've just been in this cycle of work and sleep. It's safe but.. not as interesting as jumping off of Wailua falls." I add as I smile.

He just smiles back.

"Well, help yourself," I say gesturing to the kitchen.

"I'm going to go take a bath again. I'll be back out soon." I add as I stand up slowly, almost like a grandmother would.

He immediately stands and helps me stand up.

"I'm fine." I say politely.

He sits back down and pulls out his phone.

I walk into my bedroom and run warm bath water and steam fills the room starting with the ceiling.

I undress and slip into the bath.

I slip deep enough for my mouth to be submerged but not my nose.

I sat like this for a moment.

The hottest celebrity, literally in looks and popularity, is in my living room...

I know he says he is here only because he feels bad for making me jump, but that was my decision.

When I get better does that mean he will stop coming?

I mean I would feel terrible if I came onto him, and read this whole situation wrong..

"What do I do.." I mumble through the water.

After 10 minutes of bathing, I get out of the water and carefully dry off.

My skin still looked horrible but it didn't feel as bad as it did last night.

I put on a better-looking swimsuit than last night.

I wrapped a towel around myself and walked out to the living room.

"Ready, when you are.." I say to him from afar.

He lifts his head up from his phone.

"Oh, yeah. You could've just shouted, I would've heard you." He says as he gets up from the couch and makes his way over to me.

"Doesn't matter now, I'm already here." I say.

I turn and get a head start into my bedroom and get into the same spot I was in last night.

I lay on my back and look at the ceiling as I wait for him to walk in.

He walks in and closes the door behind him and I lie there expectingly as he pulls out the jar from the drawer he probably placed it in last night.

He stuck in his middle and ring finger and scooped it out the same as last night.

He walks closer to me and starts on my chest this time.

He places a dollop right in the midde of my chest and starts to rub it in.

Last night he avoided going to close to certain places but this time it was like he was inching more and more with each motion, but he quickly moved onto my neck and cheeks.

He rubbed it in with the same amount of gentleness as last night.

I look at him as he rubs it into my cheeks, and our eyes meet.

"What?" He says after a soft raspy chuckle.

"What do you mean?" I manage to say as he rubs my cheeks wildly affecting my pronunciation.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks.

"Like what?" I ask, trying to pry out of him exactly what he meant.

He just looks down at me mischievously.

"I know what you're trying to do." He says as he turns his back to get more out of the jar.

I just look at his back.

He turns around to look at me after I just stay silent.

He goes to my stomach this time, rubbing in the same circular motion but this time every time his hand passes by anywhere lower than my belly button he slips his fingers less than an inch under my bikini bottom.

My heart picks up with each motion he makes, so excited to see what he is going to do next.

I don't say anything about his caressing boundaries, out of fear he'll stop doing it.

I just watch his face intensely as he looks down at the part of my body he is rubbing.

"So, what are you doing in Hawaii? I know your big movie just came out. I'd expect you to be going around the world right about now." I say breaking the silence.

"Well I just wanted to lay low and chill for a while. I'll still be doing filming for the secon- I mean like it's my job so i'll still be doing roles.." He stops himself.

"Second? Second movie? There's going to be an Aquaman two?!" I say a little excited.

"No." He lies.

"Yes, there is!" I catch him in his lie.

"I mean come on does any super-hero movie only have one movie?" He stops rubbing to look at me and await my reply.

"..Well." I start.

He looks at me expectingly.

"I guess so." I say quietly, looking away and smiling.

"Right." He continues.

We both share a light laugh with one another as he finally moves down to my legs.

This time he is a little less gentle. Not enough to hurt me, but enough for me to notice it.

I squirm slightly under his hands.

"Are you okay? Does that hurt?" He asks stopping again.

"No, it's fine... Keep going." I reply.

He restarts but instead of going for my leg he rests his hand on my hip.

I look up at his face and he is already looking at me.

I feel the urge to ask him if he's okay, but instead I stay silent.

We spend a moment like this, just looking at each other. I flick my eyes from his waist to back to his face and his hand moves slightly, off of me.

"You should be okay for the night and I should get going." He says as he rubs his hands together.

I turn over onto my stomach, exposing my backside purposefully hoping he'd look. This is my attempt at being enticing without being obvious.

"You know you don't have to leave after every time," I say as I sit up.

There is a pause and he has a look of slight confusion.

"I mean, like, if you aren't busy or anything.. you don't have to leave," I say further explaining what I meant.

"Plus, I'll just be here.. all alone," I say getting up very slowly, exaggerating my injuries.

He looks at me and smirks.

"Ok, I'll stay." He says.