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Lovely Little Sky Chapter 9

18+

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Books and Relics

MK System x Reader

Warnings: Smoking and drinking, weed might be in this or implied, angst, fluff, graphic depictions of abuse, slight sexual situations, so 18+

Summary: The auction ends, and you get a few goodies. You sleep in Jake's room. Steven becomes jealous and gets mad at you. Steven and Jake have a weird argument.

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A few items crossed the sale floor, all being sold for minor prices. Jake whispered to you about the history of some of the items he saw, some he mentioned he would have to find at some point after tonight, but they had to wait until he completed his goal with Allistar. You wondered if this man was supposed to be killed, or maybe he was leading Jake to a bigger boss. You didn't know, and Jake kept it that way to keep you safe.

Jake was just telling you about the last item, a genuine flying carpet. It was made by Doctor Strange himself, modeled after his cloak, and was then gifted to some dignitary in India. It was recently reported as stolen, and Jake was keen on putting that item on his list of things to recover.

"And here we have a beginner's set of magical items…" Another thing was brought up to the auction display table, or rather, a whole set of things. You sat up straighter and watched the auctioneer show off an old book. He unwrapped the protective leather, and showed what appeared to be a stone cover on it. Jake leaned forward when he saw your attention on it, his eyes darting over to see what caught your eye.

"This is an ancient Egyptian book. It's a poetry book that has been enchanted to withstand the test of time. It looks brand new, like the day it was made. It comes with a set of crystal pillars and points, jars of ground unknown ingredients, and it comes with two other books. Unfortunately the other two are blank, but it looks very nice as a set." As the man described what the book was, you leaned in to Jake.

"That's not a poetry book. I'm not sure if that guy can read the hieroglyphics, or what he was told, but that clearly has Thoth's name on the cover." You whispered to Jake. A rustling of the air around your skirt alerted you to look around for Khonshu.

There, right on the stage at the front, was Khonshu. He was inspecting the books and the crystals. He bent down, hands in his suit pants as he looked at the old tome. With a quick flash, he was now standing beside you, bending down.

"Yes. That's definitely not a poetry book, but if those idiots believe it to be, let them. Jake, bid on this set of items." Khonshu confirmed to you, then he pointed at the stage. Jake sighed, and he held his paddle up.

Allistar was watching how you seemed to take an interest in the item set that was currently being auctioned. From his view, it appeared like you asked 'Steven' to buy it for you. He grinned, figuring you were after the copious amounts of shiny rocks.

Jake ended up winning the auction without much of a fight from the other buyers. He was completely unaware of Allistar disappearing into the back where the items were held for the buyers.

Another few items came and went, with nothing worth noting. Khonshu had appeared again, and he quietly motioned to Jake. It looked like they were having a silent conversation. After, the old bird vanished, and Jake got ready for the end of the auction.

The last item to make an appearance was something fairly odd. It was a small ring, and you couldn't tell if it was brass, bronze, or copper. The announcer didn't have much to say about it, except that it used to belong to a Mystic of sorts.

A few people started bidding on it, mostly men with wives that wanted an obscure piece of jewelry. Jake had nothing on the ring, and he didn't seem interested in it, so you figured why should you be?

"Jake. That's a useful item." Khonshu's voice came out slow and the words precisely enunciated. Jake nodded and sat up a bit straighter, his chin resting in one palm as his other hand came up to bid.

The bidding war started, with four people decidedly wanting this mundane ring. You whispered to Khonshu, asking him what the ring was, and why he wanted it. He told you that you would have to wait and see. You didn't like his answer, but you didn't argue with him.

One guy dropped off the bidding war, and went quiet when the ring reached one million. Another stopped bidding when Jake raised it by five hundred thousand. That left him and some guy in the back.

The next bid brought the total up to two million, and Jake hesitated for a moment. He checked his pockets, and then Khonshu growled at him.

"I don't care if you have to go back to the car for more money, just make sure you buy that ring." The God commanded, and Jake grumbled as he raised his paddle again.

It took two more bids, but Jake managed to win it. After the auction was finished, Jake had to leave you to go to the limo and grab more cash. You hovered by the bar and ordered another drink as you sat back and waited for him. It took him only five minutes to come back from the car with a briefcase in his hand. He glanced at you from where he was, nodded, and went off to the buyer's area to claim the goods.

***

Jake was in the back room, which was really a parlor attached to a library. He waited with a few others to claim their things. Surprisingly, his were brought out first, by none other than Allistar Shingle himself.

"Ah, Dr. Grant. Are you happy with your purchases tonight?" Allistar asked with a wide smirk. He set a box down that contained the books and crystals, and then handed over the ring.

"I am. The girlfriend wanted the crystals for her collection, and I'm going to put these books in my personal library."

"Sounds good. What made you purchase the ring?" Allistar asked while Jake looked the chunky ring over. He noticed small details on the thick metal bar, and wondered why it was so special. It required two fingers to wear it, and it didn't look like it was very comfortable.

"Anything a Mystic has owned should be an interesting conversation starter. I might display it in my library. I'm not sure yet." Jake replied while pocketing the ring into his breast pocket. Allister nodded, and he turned away.

"I do hope to see you again, Dr. Grant." And with that, Allistar left the room. Jake departed the buyer's room, and went to find you. You were exactly where he had left you, and you were just finishing off your drink.

"Time to go, mi cielo." Jake said, and he took your arm to lead you out of the mansion.

Once the items were loaded into the back seat with you, Jake drove away. He was being careful to make sure he wasn't being followed. Eventually he brought you back home, and he took you to his small bedroom.

He stripped you of the jewelry that you wore, placing it away into his closet. You were sure you saw a safe in there, but you didn't want to get caught ogling it. He set the box of crystals and the books down on his desk, and then placed the ring down beside it.

"Dunno what the old bird wants with these books, but he was very adamant about me acquiring them."

"Well, the front just says Thoth in big letters. The rest of the symbols are a bit tricky to read. It's definitely not a poetry book."

"Well, I'm sure he will tell me what it is for at a later date. For now, I'll put them away in my safe." Jake replied, and did just that. But the ring, the ring he handed to you.

"Khonshu wants you to hold onto this. He said not to wear it, but to keep on you at all times."

"Uh, okay. I'll put it into my purse for now."

As you did that, Jake went to his dresser. He changed his clothing to more comfortable house clothes, a white sport shirt, and a pair of black sweatpants. You were about to leave when he started to change, but he asked you to stay for a little bit.

"Stay with me tonight." He asked, and you sheepishly grinned at him.

"Well, okay, but I really want to get out of my clothes…" You smiled and he reached up to help you take off your Kimono, then your dress. Once it fell to the floor, he reached into his dresser and grabbed a large, black tee, giving it to you with a grin.

"You can wear this, and a pair of my boxers. They are generic enough for the other two to think you're wearing their clothing." He said as he fetched you a pair of black, loose-fitting boxers. You changed and crawled into bed with him.

"Thank you for your help, tonight." He whispered softly. His hand slowly caressed your arm, while the other held his head up. You smiled and reached out to cup his face. He was slowly growing out his facial hair. It had been three days since any of them had shaved.

"You're welcome, Jake." He smiled at your reply, and moved in to kiss you. This was the softest kiss he had given you yet. He was gentle and tender, his hand still stroking your arm.

He slowly let go of your lips and leaned back with his hand behind his head. You nestled down next to him, resting your head on his chest as he brought his other arm up to rub your back. He didn't try to initiate sex with you tonight, and instead, he lulled you to sleep with a gentle massage. The last thought you had, before drifting off to sleep, was how sweet he could be as you listened to him whisper soft words in Spanish.

***

The next morning you awoke and the bed was empty. You gathered your things and left the small bedroom beside the garage and padded to your own room. You showered and dressed in baggy sweats and the shirt Jake had let you borrow. You came out and went to Steven's floor to make a cup of tea, where you noticed that there was music coming from the library area. You got your tea and went over to see what was going on.

Steven was listening to some jazz as he sat at his desk. He seemed like he was writing some things down, looking focused as he looked from one piece of paper to another. He was dressed in blue sweatpants and a brown cable knit sweater, a set of square framed glasses on his nose.

"Good morning." You greeted him, causing Steven to stop what he was doing to look up at you. He smiled widely, and got up from his seat to come over to you.

"Good morning, love. I've been up for ages. I woke up on Marc's couch, a bottle of whiskey beside me, and you nowhere to be found. I figured you went to your room after I fell asleep on the sofa. I'm sorry that I blacked out last night. Marc just got up. He's also is sorry for blacking out." Steven said as he reached out to hold you. He rested his chin on the top of your head, both arms wrapped tightly around your body.

"It's alright. I had a great sleep. Not hungover, either. My back hurts, but I am sure it'll be fine later." You replied as you pulled away. Steven held a concerned look on his face, and lifted your chin so you had to look at him.

"How was the auction with Jake, last night? Everything fine?"

"Oh, yeah. It was pretty boring. But I did see one item that interested me."

"What was it?"

"It was presented as a poetry book, but the front cover just had the word 'Thoth' on it. Its cover was made of stone, and the pages inside are made of parchment or something." You told him a little about the book that was currently downstairs. Steven's brows knitted together, and he hummed.

"It looked like this." You said as you took your phone out and showed him a photo of the book that you took in Jake's room. Jake had asked you to ask Steven about it, hoping his alter had information on such an artifact.

"That… That's the Book of Thoth. That's a book about magic. Ancient priests would learn its secrets, using it for the greater good. There was a bad priest once, and he used the magic he learned inside to do bad things. The book was lost to the ages, until the 1960s, when it was recovered from a German general's home." Steven explained as he inspected the photo, turning it so he could read the symbols along the border of the cover.

"That book is a powerful book of spells. Both dark and light magic can be learned from the information inside." Steven went on as he ran his hand through his hair.

"God, I'd pay an arm and leg to get my hands on something like that." Steven said with a small chuckle as he pushed his glasses up to the top of his head. You laughed nervously and switched the topic to something else, while trying not to think about the fact that he technically owned it, and it was currently in a safe downstairs.

"I just wish I could learn magic. You know, any form of it. I know the Scarlet Witch has different magic than Dr. Strange or Loki. And they are all different from the magic of ancient Egypt. It just would be neat to be able to do things like unlock doors or light a fire." You said as you told Steven about your wish to learn magic. He gave you an odd look, his head tilted to the side.

"You want to break into places and commit arson?" He asked with a dumbfounded expression. You laughed and waved at him.

"No, look. Wouldn't it be cool to be able to make light when you need it? Or perhaps use magic to teleport someplace? Hell, I would be happy to even have just the cool cloak Dr. Strange has. Flying would be so fun, you know, without the threat of falling to my death." You chuckled as you explained yourself better. He nodded and smiled.

"I personally would want the knowledge that comes with that sort of stuff. If I could, I would use magic to learn more, to learn everything I could about the world." Steven replied softly as he glanced at his reflection in the stainless steel statue on his desk. Marc was grinning ear to ear.

'I would prefer having all the cool magic shit we used to have when we worked for Conrad.' Marc said a little too quickly, before actually thinking about it. Steven scowled at him, hissing when Marc met his gaze.

"Marc, that's not-" Steven was about to scold Marc for what he had said, but the look on your face screamed that it was far too late for that.

"Wait, you had magic when you worked for Conrad?" You tried to sound surprised. You weren't exactly surprised, but you were a little bit when Marc opened his big mouth.

Steven's face melted into a hard thinking mask, and you knew he was trying to think up a way to explain himself without sounding insane. He only ended up looking incredibly worried and guilty.

"Steven?" You said his name again, and reached out to touch his arm. He was still processing what to say, and for once, Marc was just letting him stumble through it on his own.

Of course Marc would, since he was the one that fucked up.

"Okay, I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me-"

"No. I'm sorry. I haven't been very honest with you. We haven't been very honest with you."

"What?" You feigned innocence and waited for Steven to go on in more detail. He clasped his hands behind his back and he began to pace around his desk. He paused, placed a hand to his chair, then ran one through his hair, effectively knocking his glasses to the floor. Before they could actually hit the floor, Steven had reached out and snagged them with lightning quick reflexes. The moment he did, he froze.

He had never been able to do that, unless he was blessed by Khonshu, and Marc knew it too. There was no way he could keep lying to himself and Marc about everything happening to them. He sighed, and looked up at you.

"Okay. First off, please don't think I am crazy. I mean, I cannot stop you from thinking it, but I am merely requesting that you don't freak out I suppose…"

"Steven, I don't think you are crazy. Marc isn't crazy either. Just tell me, what's wrong?" You asked, this time coming around the desk to cup his chin. He closed his eyes and turned to look at you.

"Remember how Marc was dying in the desert, and Conrad saved him?" Steven carefully said. You nodded as you kept staring into his soft brown eyes. Eyes that were so different when Jake or Marc piloted the body.

"Well, erm… Conrad used magic to heal Marc, but… Bloody hell, it's hard to explain…" Steven stumbled over his words and he looked down at his hands, which were shaking badly.

"Steven… I can assure you I will believe whatever you and Marc have to tell me. Remember, this world has mutants, supers, aliens, and Gods." You assured him you wouldn't think he was lying and he took a deep breath.

"Okay. So… Marc was dying, and at this point, I wasn't aware of his presence. It didn't know about my condition, or that I didn't really have a sleeping disorder…" He trailed off as Marc glared at him, his arms crossed in the reflection of the statue.

"...Which are all things you already know. Anyways… Well.."

'Hurry the fuck up, Steven, or I'll take over and tell her.'

"No. How about you shut the fuck up for once? Let me talk!" Steven shouted at Marc, then he promptly gave him the middle finger. You had to stifle your laughter, knowing that Steven was getting mad. You didn't want to add to his temper that Marc was helping to brew in him. Steven looked back up to you, and he took another breath through his nose.

"Okay. Long story short. Marc was dying. He was trying to save some people, but he couldn't, and he almost got himself killed. He crawled a great distance, hoping to find anyone to help him, but all he found was a building with a statue inside. The statue was one of Khonshu, the moon God. He offered to save Marc, if he agreed to serve him, being his righteous fist of vengeance. Marc agreed, and then he became Khonshu's Avatar." Steven was talking fast, and his hands were wildly animated as he paced around the room. He stopped at his fireplace and looked up at the mantle. Steven grabbed a small item from the shelf and turned to hand it to you.

It was a small, golden scarab.

"Marc was his Avatar for a while. Think of it like being a vigilante superhero. Marc was blessed by Khonshu's magic, and in return, Marc had to punish those that evaded the law. But… But he only took down people of great significance. Drug ring leaders, human trafficking rings, murderers, pedophiles…" Steven paused again to gauge your reaction. You just stood there with a smile, a look of patient understanding on your face.

"That's good. Why aren't you guys still working for him?" You asked, and Steven's brows went to the top of his forehead.

"What? Because the guy is… He's…" And as he tried to gather the words, Marc spoke up.

'Because Khonshu is an asshole. He's manipulative, selfish, and only cares about justice. He doesn't care about us. He watched us die multiple times, and he didn't even bat an eye.' Marc growled out the words with a seething hatred. You glanced at him, then at Steven.

"He can't bat an eye, he doesn't have eyes. Not eyes like us, anyways. But yeah, I guess? He was always mean to me. Called me names, like 'the worm', or 'the idiot'. Sometimes he would call me useless and stupid, yet he’d demand I handle some things because I think things through better than Marc…" Steven huffed and he glanced at Marc.

"He would constantly threaten Marc, telling him he would take Layla as his Avatar, which isn't something he can actually do if she wants nothing to do with him."

"Oh, well, uh… That's not very nice at all." You replied as you tried to hand the scarab back, but Steven whirled around to point up at strange staff that hung above the fireplace. He didn't even tell you about it, or the little beetle in your hand.

"No. No it's not. He took advantage of us. Us! We're broken, we're messed up in the head, not quite right."

"Steven, you and Marc are not broken. You're not messed up. Yes, you have D.I.D., but that doesn't make you broken. You work together with Marc, and that's that's a lot more than others get out of their alters. Some have alters that do bad things, you guys don't do that. You're good people. You have a successful job, a big fucking house, and money for days. You don't purposely try to mess around to hurt each other."

"Thanks, but I'm not so sure about that…" Steven looked up at the light fixture, and he squinted hard at it. He could have sworn he saw a set of angry eyes staring at him from up there. He quickly looked down at his feet, and hoped he didn't see what he thought he just saw.

'We saw him the other night.' Marc suddenly said, and you turned to look at him with a brow raised.

"Excuse me?"

'Khonshu. Pretty sure we saw him the other night. The night we had sex.'

"You did?" At this point you were growing confused, and a little anxious. This conversation was quickly going downhill, and you didn't want to lie to them.

"Yeah. We both saw him. It wasn't a pretty sure, but a definite hell yes to seeing him. He's stalking us. Why? I have no bloody idea why." Steven muttered as he went to his desk and pulled out a bag of what appeared to be candy. He shoved a few into his mouth and chewed aggressively. It was during swallowing that Marc stepped in to take over.

"I fucking know why. I bet he's waiting for us to get hurt, hoping we'll ask him for help. Maybe threaten us a bit more to get his way…" Marc grumbled as he popped a few more candies into his mouth. He chewed for a bit, and then he suddenly got an idea.

You watched him slow down, his jaw halting in its movements. His brows suddenly went up, and he slowly turned to look at Steven in the statue.

"Steven." He whispered so lightly, you couldn't hear him.

'What?' Steven snapped back at him. He was holding his face in his hands, trying not to look at you.

"She's got that sight thing that Taweret mentioned last night. Remember?" Marc continued to whisper. Steven looked at him and bit his lower lip. All he could do was nod. Marc turned back to you and he was quickly closing the space between you both.

"Have you seen a nine-foot tall, lanky as fuck, mummy with a big ass crow skull? He usually carries a large metal staff, a crescent moon on the upper end." Marc asked, and you suddenly felt your insides squeeze painfully. You opened your mouth to answer, but just as you did, a large crashing noise could be heard downstairs. It was mostly outside, judging by the open window near you.

"Stay here." Marc was immediately darting off towards the noise, leaving you standing there, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"That distraction will only buy you about five minutes. Ten, tops." A deep voice rasped. You knew who it was, and you looked around the room, yet you couldn't see him.

"Marc's going to be pissed. I smashed his windshield." The voice continued as you went over to the window where you could see the driveway. Marc was just coming out of the garage, and his hands flew up into the air.

"Oh come on! I have a fucking big ass, gated yard, and this fucking happens to my car!?" Marc sounded pissed. Like exceptionally pissed.

You looked at his car and your eyes went wide. Your hand shot up to your mouth as you took in exactly what Khonshu had done to the car.

There, where the windshield should have been, was now some sort of hunk of black metal. It was literally on fire, and glass was everywhere on the ground. The hood was half caved in, and the wheels had all burst from the impact. Even the frame was fucked and bent in all sorts of places.

"I think you broke more than just the windshield." You looked at Khonshu then back at the car. Marc was now facing you, but from his angle, he couldn't see the moon God. He held his hands up, motioned to his car, then dragged both hands through his hair. He looked very distraught.

"Fuck! Now I have to tell Matt a fucking…" He paused as he squinted at the melted chunk of metal.

"...Random piece of an airplane randomly smashed my car…" Marc was now walking around the poor destroyed vehicle. He kept looking straight up at the sky, and then looking all around to see if he could see or hear a plane anywhere, which, at that current moment, there wasn't.

"Uh, maybe put the fire out? Before it spreads to your garage and house?" You called down to him. He rubbed his face and darted into the garage to grab a fire extinguisher. He came right back and only had to spray the car a few times, before the flames receded and stopped burning. He slowly slid down the side of the garage, one hand tightly holding a fist full of his hair.

"Do ya want me to come down there?" You asked, and he shook his head.

"No. It's fine. I'll just have to call the insurance company today, and see if plane parts are included in my warranty, which it probably isn't." He replied as he got up and walked back into the house with the fire extinguisher.

"You don't have to lie completely to them. Tell them you've seen me around. Tell them I spoke to you, asking you questions about them. That's not entirely a lie."

"And what fucking then, you nasty, old bird? What do I tell them after that? What did you talk to me about?"

"I didn't want to have to do this… But tell them I am concerned about them."

"Like they will believe that at all-"

"Silence, human. Tell them I've been watching them."

"That's creepy and will just scare them."

"Okay fine. Tell them that you saw me at the auction, inspecting the goods. That's not a lie."

"You're not making this easy on me at all." You grumbled as you heard heavy footsteps approaching. Khonshu grunted, and faded out of sight.

"I'll teach you how to use that book in Jake's safe, if you can defuse the situation." His voice whispered into your ear, and you bit your lip. That was a dirty thing for him to do. You were about to scream at him, when the library door was flung open, and Marc came stomping in with a bottle of whiskey.

"Can you fucking believe that shit? An airplane part hits my car. Not our house, not our garage, and none of the gardens, but my fucking car."

"Well, look at it this way. It could have fallen about a hundred feet this way, right where we were standing." You tried to make light of the situation, but Marc just opened his whiskey and chugged back a large gulp. You could hear Steven whining about the booze, begging for Marc to go easy with it.

"Yeah, you're right. But, fuck me, this sucks."

***

Lucky for you, the talk about Khonshu had been completely forgotten about. Marc spent the afternoon drinking while he was on the phone with his insurance company. He had gone through two small flasks of whiskey by the time he had gotten off the phone. He was just done for the day, and Steven had stayed in the mirror talking to you. It was odd to see Marc in the body, piss drunk and sleeping on his couch, while Steven sat completely sober and awake in the reflection of the flat-screen television that Marc had.

Steven could tell that you were confused about that, so he decided to explain it to you. He said he would be fine, so long as he stayed in the headspace, but if he took over the body while it was intoxicated, he would immediately become just as drunk as Marc. That didn't really make any sense to you, as his brain should have been just as pickled as Marc's. He went on to explain he was kind of shielded from that, because he was technically not in control of the body while it was intoxicated. Like a voice of logic and reason that lingers until you black out. That made even less sense, but you didn't argue with him.

Steven was now quiet as he twiddled his thumbs. He wasn't sure what to talk about that weren't the many questions he had about Jake. He didn't like the way Marc was slumped in the crook of the couch, and he could see him drooling.

'Fucking pathetic. Loses his shit over a car, whines like a damned baby, gets piss drunk, then passes out. And he calls you the weak one.' That damned voice spoke up again. Steven quickly looked at you to see if you heard it.

'She can't hear me, because I don't want her to.' The voice scoffed at Steven. Steven looked down, trying to act natural.

Which was hard to do as a reflection.

'You should take the body. Let that oaf sleep the rest of the day.' There was a cruel laugh that rang through Steven's ears. Steven was carefully looking around through his curtain of black curls.

'You won't see me in the reflections, unless I want you to.' The voice murmured quietly, and Steven slumped even more.

'Oh, right… You can't take over the body, then you'll be just as buggered as he is.' The voice mocked him, and Steven was growing angry with it. He knew it was egging him on, trying to get him to react, and possibly scare you in the process.

But then, before Steven could really think about it much more, he noticed his body was stirring. He sat up straight and looked at you, then his body. You weren't really paying any attention, just idly skimming your phone as you waited for Steven to speak.

Steven was hoping Marc was going to get up. He was hoping the healing factor was working, and maybe his alter would regain some sobriety, but as he watched his body sit up, his face fell.

The expression on the body's face was a hardened look, brows set together in concentration, the eyes quickly coming to look right at Steven. His eyes, but they were so dark and cold. It sent shivers up and down Steven's spine. Those were the eyes he had seen multiple times, showing Steven a side of his own body he wasn't even aware of. One that was foreign and forbidden.

He watched his own face grin with a devious glint in his eyes, giving Steven a wink as he got up off the couch and padded over towards you. You were so engrossed with typing up a text to Safiya, that you didn't notice.

Steven was certain that wasn't Marc.

He watched you finally notice his body was up and walking straight toward you. You put your phone down on the coffee table and stood up.

"Are you alright? You downed a lot of alcohol." You asked him, noticing that he wasn't stumbling, and his expression coherent. All your words did was earn you a wide grin.

"I'm fine." He said in a rough voice. He reached out to grab your wrist, yanking you towards him. You gasped as he kissed you hard, quickly backing you up against the bar. You mewled for him, feeling his hand go for your neck as he jammed his tongue into your mouth.

Steven was wide-eyed and shocked. He brought his hand up to his face, and chewed on his sleeve. He was scared for a brief moment, wondering if you knew what was going on. He wanted to speak up, but he was too stunned at how receptive you were being.

Within seconds, you felt a hand cup your crotch, while a knee pushed your legs open. You were swimming in the kiss, feeling your head fog up as you bucked into his hand.

"Mi cielo…" He groaned as he pulled away from you. You looked up, your face heating up.

"Oh, it's you." You whispered back, your hands coming up to thread through his curls.

"Sí." Jake whispered back, and then his eyes looked over to Steven. Your eyes followed his, widening once you realized Steven was still there, watching.

"Steven is watching. Shall we give him a show?" Jake purred in your ear while his hand moved to dip into your pants.

"But… You're not supposed to-" You tried to say back, but his fingers had found your core, sliding his rough fingers over your clit.

"He already knows about me. It's Marc I don't want to find out." He rasped in reply, circling his fingers around your sensitive nub.

"What if… Oh God… What if Steven tells him?" You hissed back as your legs trembled.

"He wouldn't fucking dare…"

"Don't be m-mean to Steven, Jake. D-don't be like that old b-buzzard." You replied between whines. Jake stopped moving his hand and he gripped your neck a bit tighter.

"I'm nothing like that God." He growled, and you tugged on his hair.

"I know. But please leave Steven alone. He's so sweet."

"Fine. I'll be nice to him."

Steven was sitting there still as a post. He couldn't hear any words from either of you, only the submissive noises you made for Jake, and the growling of his voice. Steven was legitimately shocked to hear that his voice box could make that type of feral sound.

Jake slowly pulled his hand from your pants, then he looked directly at Steven with a shit eating grin as he licked his fingers clean. Steven was now scared, confused, and aroused.

'You're not Marc.' Steven finally spoke up as he stood up. Jake laughed as he approached the television where his reflection was.

"How very observant of you, Dr. Grant." Jake sassed him with a mean looking sneer.

'Well, who the fuck are you?' Steven spat back.

"I think you know exactly who I am, hermanito." Jake snickered and he went straight for you again. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his face, still staring at Steven as he kissed your knuckles.

Steven bit his lower lip. He felt an odd rush of jealousy course through him, and he balled up his fists as he felt anger fill his chest. Steven slowly looked at you. He saw how your face was a mixture of worry and concern.

'You're the groundskeeper, Jake. Jake Lockley.'

"Ha! Yes. I'm the guy that keeps our yard looking nice. I'm the guy that hired her. I'm the guy that keeps you and that fucking uptight asshole safe." Jake paused and pointed to himself.

"I'm the reason you two are still alive, and I'm the cause of your fucking blackouts when you two clam up." Jake boasted as he went to his room, dragging you behind him. Steven hurriedly followed behind, until he was inside Jake's small bedroom.

Steven watched as Jake took off the shirt Steven had put on earlier that morning. Jake grinned at Steven while he grabbed a white collared shirt and buttoned it up.

"Mi cielo, pass me one of my ties, por favor." Jake said to you, and you quietly grabbed one from his closet, handing it to him as you stared at the ground. Steven called out your name, and you gave him a sheepish glance.

'How long have you known?' He asked you, sounding almost pitiful and hurt. You chewed your lip and looked away.

"Jake hired me. I met him first." You murmured softly as you sat down, looking at the mirror beside the bed. Steven frowned, and he looked at Jake, who was just tucking his shirt into his black pants that he had switched to. He put a nice black leather belt on, followed by the same belt buckle he wore at the first auction.

'Oh…' Steven stared at the buckle, seeing the moon phases on it, and he scrunched up his nose. He had seen that particular buckle once a long time ago, but it went missing along with his favorite pair of leather gloves.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, Steven. Jake asked me not to." You apologized to Steven, and he took a deep breath.

'Did you fuck him?' Steven's voice was harsh, like he was upset with you. You could hear the jealous tone in his voice. You looked down at your hands. Steven looked at Jake again, and the man was combing his hair back, only to set his flat cap onto his head. He turned and sneered at Steven.

"Oh, I fucked her alright. Fucked her before you or Marc could get to her. I fucked her good and hard. She loves the way I touch her. The way I told you to touch her." Jake taunted Steven as he grabbed his blue jacket and put it on.

Steven huffed and he looked down at his own hands that were half hidden in his sweater. He was doubting himself all of a sudden, and the terrible thoughts of his inadequacy started to bubble up in his mind.

'Did you fuck me out of pity, then?' Steven hissed. You blinked and looked up at his face.

"Of course not, Steven!"

'But you fucked him first. You obviously like him… The complete opposite of me.'

"It doesn't matter who I had sex with first. Steven, I had sex with you, because I wanted to. Because you're attractive, both physically and mentally, and you're such a sweetheart. You're smart and funny, and I like your voice." You told him the truth, and he looked away. You could tell he wasn't believing what you had to say.

'I don't know how I feel about it. The fact you literally saw my penis, before I got to show it to you, really bloody irks me.' Steven paused and he gripped his hair with both hands as he felt a wave nausea go through him.

'And you went out with him? Right after we had sex, didn't you? Did ya fuck him after?' Steven asked. His voice was becoming hollow, and you could feel the hurt radiating off of him. You couldn't even speak.

'Ah, I see. You did. Then you did it again after the bar, last night. I bet you enjoyed getting railed by him two nights in a row. That's why I couldn't find you this morning, innit? Sleeping in his bed I bet.' His bitter voice cut you like a knife. It hurt, because you and Jake didn't have sex last night. You just cuddled and slept in his bed.

And why did it matter? You had fallen asleep in Steven's bed for a nap, then in Marc's not long after. Why was it so terrible that you slept in Jake's? They all had the same body, so what did it matter? Wasn't it good enough to know that you liked every part of them?

"Look, Steven. What the fuck does it matter which one of us fucked her first or where she sleeps? Isn't it enough that she's not running away, hermanito? We share a body, a body she very much likes, and we're nice to her. She's genuinely nice to us. All of us." Jake said, his voice suddenly a lot softer, exactly like he was trying to talk to a younger brother.

'It matters to me because she lied to me! This shit is huge, Jake. You're a part of me, and I had no idea…'

"Cut the shit, Steven. You knew I was here, and have known for a long fucking time. You chose to ignore the signs."

'No… No I didn't…' Steven protested as he lowered his head and shut his eyes. Jake stepped right up to Steven, jabbing the reflection where Steven's chest was.

"Yes, hermanito! You two fucking assholes got us killed, and you found each other, while I was locked in a God-damned sarcophagus! I heard you open the door, I heard you two talking! But did you two come and fucking open the fucking box to let me out!? No!" Jake shouted in anger. His fist was shaking, and the vein on his forehead was popping out with his emotions spiking. You were stunned to see that his eyes were red with unshed tears.

"I was shaking that fucking tomb so hard, screaming and pounding on the lid, but you guys just walked away and left me there!" Jake growled the last few words out through a tightly set jaw. He was devastated, a single tear running down his left cheek. Now you felt bad for him. You wanted to reach out to him, but he was so wound up, and he looked like he wasn't finished speaking yet.

"When I finally got out of that fucking coffin, it was an empty mental hospital. There was no one in it. Just empty rooms, equipment, and flickering white lights, yet I know I heard people in it before. I walked all through that damned place, seeing no one at all. I finally came to a door that didn't just lead to an empty room or a closet, and it was a terrifying memory…" Jake lowered his fists and grabbed the hat off his head with one hand, while the other gripped his hair tightly.

"Then more doors opened, all to the worst memories that we have ever had. The memories you both don't remember…" Jake's voice was cracking and turning raspy. He was now faced away from you and Steven.

'What memories? Marc said the same thing to me. Said there were terrible things he had to endure, and he didn't want me to know about it.' Steven asked while he had a chance, his hands resting flat against the reflection like he was actually touching the object from the inside.

"Beatings. The ones that were too bad for Marc to endure. Our mother would hit us a lot. Sometimes, when she was intoxicated, she would escalate the beatings, using improvised weapons. That's when I took over." Jake revealed to Steven. Steven gasped, a hand covering his mouth as tears started to form in his eyes.

'No… No… It can't be true…'

"It is, Steven. Your right hand. Look at your pinky. There's a bunch of small scars there along your wrist. We were nine years old. Marc was late coming home from school, but he was there late, because of you, Steven. You had an after school reading club, and he wanted you to enjoy the club. He walked in the door, barely got out a hello, before she screamed and attacked him. I stepped in. She threw a wine bottle at my head, and I blocked it with that hand. It shattered everywhere. I spent hours alone in our bedroom trying to remove the glass. I bandaged myself up…" Jake patted his jacket down, fumbling to withdraw a pack of cigarettes. He grabbed one and lit it with his zippo, then he turned around.

Steven was absolutely mortified and disgusted that Jake was smoking, but he let it slide, because Jake was literally spewing out his past trauma like a broken water pipe, where with Marc, he had to pull it out of him painfully slow.

"Another time, our mother smashed my head through a window, just because Marc dropped a plate. She did it by grabbing my hair, and slamming my face repeatedly at it, until it shattered. She left scars on our scalp. We were thirteen years old!" Jake aggressively inhaled and exhaled his smoke, making small hissing noises between hits.

"Another time… We were fifteen, and Marc had just signed you up for an advanced placement class for gifted teens. It was about ancient civilizations. He got home, managed to tell our dad about the class, and he was happy. He had to leave to help his friends, and mom came home drunk. She was mad that the class was useless and irrelevant to getting a decent job. She pestered Marc the entire evening, trying to get him to agree to dropping out of the class, but he kept refusing, knowing you already knew about the class, and were so excited to go to it. She lost her shit, and threw me out the door and locked it. I had to sleep in the cold weather, with no blankets…" Jake kept going, power puffing on the smoke until it was almost gone.

"All the injuries… I tried to stay fronting until the damage was tolerable. Most of the time Marc would take back control when the injuries were half healed, and he wouldn't let you back into the body, until they were almost completely gone. You got to live during happy moments, when mom was actually half decent. You thought she was nice, because of the drugs she was on." Jake whirled around and crushed the cigarette between his thumb and index fingers, then dropped it into the trash bin.

Steven was speechless, as were you. Jake turned to look at Steven, then to you. His brows knitted together, and he covered his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

'I'm… I'm so sorry, Jake… I didn't… I didn't want to believe there was more than just me and Marc. I didn't… I just wanted our lives to go right for a change. Marc and I were finally working together. I was scared, we were dying…' Tears welled up in Steven's eyes, clouding his sight. He rubbed at his face with his sleeves, and you wondered how he was feeling, and how tears and emotions worked in the headspace.

Jake's face softened, and he went right up to Steven again, but this time he placed his hand flat on the glass as he rested his forehead against it. Steven mirrored him, placing his hand over Jake's as he put his face against the glass in the same manner his alter had.

'I'm so sorry, mate. If I wasn't so scared, I would have checked…'

"I know you would have. It's not your fault. Even Taweret didn't know I was there. She was fucking gone by the time I got out of that loony bin. Just an old boat in a sea of sand. There was no place for me to go, the boat had already made its round trip to the afterlife. It was like everyone had forgotten about me, like not a single person cared…" Jake quietly muttered to Steven.

"Only Osiris saw me. He told me that you both had made it back to the world of the living. I was so pissed to be left behind…"

"But then… Then he said I could go back, that Marc and you couldn't free Khonshu without me. I was so happy, because the alternative was limbo. You guys blacked out while you fought Harrow's men, and I came out, and helped. I left just as quickly, because you both had so much shit to deal with. You didn't need to know about me. You needed to rest."

"I stayed in the background, constantly watching, always listening. I only slept when you went to work. When you fell asleep, I came out, trying to actually live a small part of my own life, for myself, and not for others."

Steven was again speechless. His brain quickly ran through more questions, which were appropriate, and which were not. He looked over at you, sitting on the bed and fiddling with your nails. You looked sad, and Steven knew he had done that to you. He turned back to look at Jake in their body.

You were so sad, that you had gotten up and made your way to the door, pausing to look at them both. They were so engrossed in their conversation, a very private and heart wrenching one at that. You slowly slipped out of the room and went to yours, tears streaming down your cheeks. You could still hear them talking, and you figured they needed to be alone to discuss things. You got into your room and sat down, trying to think about the short time you have been here with them.

"Did Steven get angry?" Khonshu's voice rasped to you. Sighing, you nodded and looked at him. He was sitting on your dresser beside the bed.

"Yes. He got mad." You replied, and then waited for him to get upset about the fact Steven now knew about Jake.

"Did you have sex with him because you like him? Or did you have sex with him because he looks like Jake?"

"I… I like him. The fact they all look the same because they share a body is a bit of a factor. They are gorgeous."

"Marc knows he's attractive, but he thinks that is why he can't find a genuine connection with someone. People see him as an attractive alpha male, then they find out it's not just Marc in there… They all leave after that. Not many people know about his disorder."

"Well I don't know if it's wrong or not, but I don't think of them as Marc having a disorder. I just think of them as three entirely different people that happen to coexist together in one body."

"That's all they want. They want to be seen and heard."

"Well I can fucking see and hear them alright. Do you know how fucking weird it is to constantly see them in places they shouldn't be? In places I shouldn't be able to perceive them?"

"That's good, if you think about it. You got to speak to a sober Steven, while Marc was basically dead drunk to the world."

"Yeah… But now he is disgusted with me. He's angry I lied to him."

"And he has a right to be angry, but I can assure you that he isn't disgusted. Jealous of Jake, yes, but he is not disgusted. If anything, seeing Jake smoke a cigarette probably made him feel ill. He will understand you were keeping a promise, and for that, he knows he cannot be mad at you. If he had asked you not to tell Marc something, he would fully expect you to keep the secret."

"I suppose you're right. I'm just scared one of them won't like me, and not want anything to do with me. It's been a long time since I had someone special in my life, let alone three."

"Well, count yourself lucky there are only three of them, and they all like you."

"But would Steven and Marc keep liking me if they knew I kept you a secret?" You asked him. Khonshu turned his head away and drummed his fingers on the dresser.

"I don't think they will stop. Marc is the one that resents me. Steven actually enjoyed working with me, even though I was mean to him."

***

"Steven. Please don't be mad at her. She's the only one that has ever shown me such kindness. I know I'm scary, and not approachable. She doesn't care about that. When she found out I had lied to her, she stayed."

'You lied to her?'

"Of course I fucking lied. I told her all about you and Marc, and our D.I.D. I was hoping she would assume I was your twin brother, and then… Then I couldn't help myself. I wanted her. She was so pleasant to me… She always talked to me when she saw me. She always made me my own food and put it away into the fridge. She made that torte we all love so much… The one that tastes like our grandmother's."

'Yeah, grandma always made the best desserts.'

"And look at her, Steven. She's beautiful. She's smart, funny, and she's got the gift of sight. She can see us. Really see us. All of us."

'Yeah… Yeah that's right. But she's gone now.' Steven murmured back while pointing to the empty spot where you were just moments before.

Jake's head whipped around, and he didn't see you where he left you. Panic filled his chest, and he grabbed his shoes, wallet, and keys.

"Fuck. We can't let her feel bad now. Not when she has been kind to us." Jake grumbled as he left his room.

He stalked down the hallways until he got to your room, and he hesitated for a moment to listen. He heard you crying softly, and his heart twisted in his chest. He was about to knock, when he heard voices inside. He frowned when he noticed Steven was in the reflection of the doorknob. Jake knew who you were in there with, and he immediately started to back away from the door.

'Who the fuck is she talking to?' Steven asked, and Jake froze in place for a moment.

'Jake. Who. Is. She. Talking. To?'

"Er, maybe a friend on the phone? Perhaps we should come back in a little bit-"

'A friend? But the voice sounds familiar…'

"Well it doesn't concern us, and we should leave. Now-"

'Oh my God. She's talking to him.' Steven's voice was thick with insinuation. Jake panicked and his eyes betrayed his normally hardened exterior. He hoped Steven didn't notice…

But oh boy, did Steven notice.

"Who is him?" Jake tried to pretend like he didn't know who Steven was talking about.

'I'm not fucking stupid. I know that voice. If you really have been lurking in the background all this time, you know who I am talking about.' Steven growled at Jake, switching from his position in the knob's reflection, to the slight faded one in the glass of a picture of the Nile.

How fitting that Steven would choose that particular photo to sit in.

'That voice sounds like that grumpy ass old pigeon. Why would she be talking to him?'

"You call him a pigeon?" Jake replied with a hint of a smile.

"I like to call him, 'pájaro esqueleto'." He looked at Steven, but he wasn't smiling.

'So she is talking to him, then. But why? Oh fuck. Don't tell me…'

"It's not what you think, hermanito-"

'She better not be his new Avatar. Marc will shit a bloody brick.'

"She's not his new Avatar, so chill the fuck out."

'Well if she isn't his new Avatar, then why the hell… Wait. No. No, no, no!'

"Steven-"

'No, you fucking asshole. You didn't… Tell me you aren't his Avatar.' Steven pleaded with Jake to correct him, but Jake merely looked down at his hands.

"Fuck. Damn Marc for making you have those damned judgmental eyes…" Jake muttered as he looked away.

'Excuse me, they are your eyes as well! Jake. Please… Please tell me that you're not working for that pompous arsehole.'

"I wish I could, but I… I can't."

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Thank you to @mics59 for the Spanish translations

Not proofread by anyone this time.

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The nights are tasteless without you: part 10 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill characters as professors

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

"Happy Anniversary babe," he typed and Maddy heard her phone beep and saw Ari's message which confused her.

"What anniversary jaan," she typed, looking through her calendar to see if she missed any important dates.

"Babe how could you forget our two month anniversary," Ari typed feeling a little sad. Maddy covered her mouth and whispered "aga bai" to herself.

"I'm sorry jaan, it completely slipped my mind," she said, tears trickling down her face. She cursed, looking at her phone waiting for Ari to reply. There were 1000 things going through her mind, was Ari going to dump her for forgetting, was he going to be mad at her, was he going to slap her, all the thoughts got her body shivering.

"Jaan, I am so sorry for forgetting, can I make it up to you tonight. Let's go for a date," Maddy said, praying Ari would say yes. She grabbed her water bottle and downed the water, trying to slow down her heart beat.

Ari smiled wryly as he could already picture her reactions. One thing Ari had picked up on was that she was extremely anxious. It didn't take her much to get worked up. He sensed that she needed a lot of reassurances to ease her mind when she got like this. So he called her, instead of letting her spiral over text.

So he called her. "Yes baby, that sounds great."

"Ari I'm so so sorry," he heard her breathe a heavy sigh of relief and still her voice came out wobbly as if she was about to cry. His heart lurched at that. "Hey," he deliberately dropped his voice by an octave, "no harm done my billo raani, okay? Just tell me where you are and I'll come pick you up."

"Really?"

"Yes billo."

"And where will we go?"

"I'll figure out something. It'll be an impromptu date. Didn't you tell me once that you love surprises?"

"Mm okay," she sniffled and continued, "where did you learn that word?"

"What word?"

"What you've been calling me today"

"I don't know what you mean," he whistled.

"Ariiii," she whisper-yelled and Ari smiled as he could picture her blushing. "You know I can't, I'm with my patient, it's not professional," she chided him.

"Oh what a shame, then I'll not even get my flying kiss," he teased her some more.

"Shhh chup kar pagal, the real thing is much better anyway. Okay bye, I'll see you later," she said as she rushed to hang up.

"Bye billo," he sing songed and hung up.

1 hour later Ari honks his car, stepping out and leaning against the door waiting for Maddy to come down from her apartment. It was a warm night in Mumbai and Ari wore a loose fitting white shirt and brown trousers and some sandals waiting for her.

Ari could hear her running down the stairs as her jhanjhars made bell sounds. He had to control the feelings he was getting, and enjoy the time with her. Maddy arrived in front of Ari, wearing a purple and red dress and Ari's denim jacket he had let her borrow a few weeks ago.

"Hey gorgeous," Ari said, moving his body off the car, moving towards her. He wrapped his arms around her, making Maddy blushed. She couldn't help but inhale his musky scent as Ari leaned across to kiss her lips gently. He stopped, moving back to see her face blush red, Ari smiled looking at Maddy shy away from him.

He reached out once again and casually tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and without meaning to, she sucked in a breath and leaned into his touch. Their lips met once again, kissing with such intensity, Maddy felt the tingling sensation run from her head all the way down to her feet.

"Let's go before it gets too dark," Ari said, getting his car key fob out and unlocking the door. He opened the door, letting Maddy slip into the passenger seat. Ari made sure she was ok before shutting the door and running to the driver seat.

"Where are we going," Maddy asked,trying to get answers from Ari.

"Just you wait," he said softly, brushing his free hand over her knee. Maddy just smiled, trying not to overthink. She trusted Ari with all her heart so decided to put the radio on and drown out her thoughts. Old 90s bollywood music played putting her in the right mood.

They arrived 35 minutes later at Marine drive, Ari parked his car, getting out and opening the door for Maddy.

"Surprise," Ari said, making Maddy grin, looking at the beautiful ocean. "Let's go get some corn on the cob and some drinks and sit here, talk and enjoy the view," Ari said looking at Maddy. She linked his fingers with his, letting him lead the way to the street vendor.

Grabbing their masala covered corn on the cob and soft drinks, they walked 5 minutes away to find a lovely quiet spot to sit. Both of them sat on the rocks, looking at the ocean, while eating.

"How was work," Ari asked, knowing sometimes Maddy would work on Saturday's.

"It was busy, and I had back to back patients. The last patient kept getting disturbed by his wife asking to help her with things. So I have rescheduled the appointment for Monday afternoon at his house," Maddy said, sipping her drink. Ari nodded his head, just listening to Maddy talk about the presentation she has to give Monday at 9am.

He listened to her talk with such enthusiasm and made Ari feel proud of his girlfriend.

"Ari, how did the class do on the test," Maddy asked, knowing Ari made the written test hard.

"Surprisingly good babe, I marked them all and everyone passed. Only two students got full marks," Ari said, taking a bite of the corn on the cob.

"You are a great teacher, of course everyone passed," Maddy said, finished with her food and moved closer to Ari. She sat on his lap, her head resting on his chest, Maddy's hand on his just watching the stars reflect onto the water. Ari wrapped his arm around Maddy, pulling her closer to him. Only thing that was heard was the waves crashing. They were in utter bliss, nothing could ruin it.

It was getting late, they discarded their rubbish into the bins, holding hands as they walked back to the car. Maddy's heart was beating fast, she was feeling things for Ari she never felt before. She wanted to do more than just kiss him, but was scared because Ari would be her first time, as Maddy was a virgin.

The car journey back was quiet, Ari's hand was on her knee stopping it from shaking while romantic music played on the radio. Maddy bit her lip, looking at Ari with such love that her pussy got wetter. She opened the window to get some fresh air, putting her hand out enjoying the breeze touching her face.

Finally they arrived at her apartment, Ari parked the car, turning around to look at Maddy. He couldn't help but feel things for her, he wanted to grab Maddy and give her a spectacular kiss. Maddy opened the door slowly, stepping out, hearing Ari unbuckle his seat belt and ran to the other side helping Maddy out.

"I had a lovely time tonight Ari," she said softly, looking at him, fluttering her eyelids.

"So did I babe," Ari said leaning across to place his lips on hers for a heart shattering kiss. Maddy couldn't breath, it was like he sucked the air out from the kiss. Ari pulled away, looking at her with such intensity, taking in how beautiful she looked.

"Do you know that I saw a couple behind the rocks having sex," he said winking at her.

"Ew Ari, no way. I don't want my first time ever to be on the rocks," she said, shying away from his gaze.

"Say that again," Ari said, trying to lock eyes with her.

"I am a virgin Ari, never had sex," she said toying with her hair making Ari bite his lips. How can the simplest thing like playing with her hair turn him on? Ari moved towards her, lifting her head up with her chin and moving her face so he could face her.

"Hi," he said softly, smiling at her, seeing her cheeks become flushed.

"Ari, stop looking at me like that," she said, hiding her face in his chest. Ari chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her head.

"You're so cute when you get all shy with me," Ari said softly, lifting her head up and kissing her nose. "I want your first time to be special, Maddy. How about we have dinner tomorrow at my place and I will take my time loving you," Ari said, making her shudder at his words. Her face turned bright red, she liked the idea but was also scared. What if Ari hurt her, and used her as his rag doll?

Ari watched Maddy move out of his embrace, opening her handbag and fishing for her keys. She wanted to disappear, hide from him; 1000 things were running through her mind. Was he going to dump her after she told him about being a virgin? Was he going to tell Andy and his other professor friends?

Maddy started walking to her front door, opening the door and closing it. She rested her back on the door, sighing; she had a massive smile. Did she strike gold with Ari? He was such a gentleman. Thinking about making love to him made Maddy's legs turn to jelly.

There was a knock on the door, this made her jump. She opened the door to see Ari standing there looking at her.

"Babe, you can't go running away from me," Ari said, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her towards him.

"Ari stahp," she says, giggling as he smothers her with kisses, his beard scratching her face. Ari left a few marks on her neck, making Maddy moan, but then she pulled on his hair to see his face.

"Babe, I yearn for you," he says, biting her lip and thinking about having his way with her.

"Ari, I don't know, I'm shy about all this," she said, looking away at him. Ari found her shy and very endearing and wanted to protect her.

"What's bothering you, sweetheart," Ari said, caressing her flustered cheek with the back of his hand.

"I'm scared you will tear me," she said, hiding her face in her hands. Ari looked at her and felt sorry.

"Sweetheart, trust me when we finish making love, you will be satisfied for days," he says, moving her hands away from her face. "We don't have to do anything you are not comfortable with. I am here with you for the long haul," Ari said softly, looking at Maddy sniff, nodding her head with a small smile across her face.

Ari didn't want to pressure her; he wanted to wait till she was ready. He leaned across, kissing her forehead, giving her a warm embrace before heading to the car.

"Text me when you get home," Maddy shouted, and Ari yelled, of course, babe and sat in the car and drove off.

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