So I Call You Mine. (COMPLETED)

"You can just drop me off," I told Jimmy as he pulled up to where I lived.

"Aria for once, let someone take care of you," he sighed looking at me. "At least let me make you dinner or something."

"I'll be fine" I said, opening the door. "Thank you." I walked until I reached my door. I unlocked it and set my bag down.

What a day, I thought. Deciding to unwind and relax, I went and started the shower. The hot water trickled down my back, I felt my body instantly relax. This helped really well with the soreness I have been experiencing. About 30 minutes later, I was applying some lotion to my skin and changing into sweats and a tube top. My stomach growled and I was confused being that I wasn't hungry yet. I sniffed, then sniffed again. Who was cooking? I opened my bedroom door open and went to the kitchen. I then see Jimmy standing at the stove mixing something in a pot.

"Umm what are you doing?" I asked him.

"Cooking." He simply replies.

"Jimmy-" I began.

"No." He said.

"N-no?"

"Yeah no. All I've done is listen to everything you tell me to do since we've first met, for once in your life Aria, just let someone take care of you!" he yelled.

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I was shocked. No one has ever yelled at me like that before. It was usually the other way around. I pulled up the bar stool and sat down. He looked at me before proceeding back to cooking. After ten more minutes of silence, food was served.

"Thank you. It's really good," I smiled at him about five minutes into eating.

"No problem." He looked at me and then went back to eating.

"I'm sorry." I said. He gave me a confused look. "I've basically been on my own for my whole life. No one ever stopped to make sure I was okay or taken care of. I guess I'm just not used to it," I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. But you needed to hear that. I know you're hurting. And I'm sorry for everything I did to you. Honestly Aria..." He grabbed my hands. "The only thing I want in this world, is to be with you. With the title and the commitment."

I let out my breath I have been holding in since he started. "I want that too... But, can we take things slower this time?"

"Of course." He said. He leaned over and placed a kiss on my cheek.

I looked at him and smiled but instantly became worried when his smile dropped. "What's wrong?"

His thumb ran over my bruises and scars that took place on my face. He looked at each one intently, even the small ones. He licked his lips and sighed. "I thank god you were okay."

My eyes became watery, and I turned away. His hands came to my face and brought me back to him. "Baby it's okay."

He picked me up and took us to the couch. I was on top of him and he wrapped his arms around me. I don't know what happened but I let everything out. I cried and cried. Truth is... I've kept everything bottled up. On the outside I looked fine. But on the inside, I was a broken piece of glass. After all these years, someone was here, someone held me tight, someone didn't ask questions, they just let me do what I needed to. He was warm. He was... home. I wiped my face and looked at him. He ran his fingers through my hair, something came over me and I leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was soft. It was nice. It wasn't sexual. Nor fast or aggressive. I felt safe. I stood up and led him to my room. We continued to kiss, slowly. He backed me up to the bed and gently lied me down. He planted kisses on my neck, I quietly giggled as his beard tickled me. His hands moved to my pants and pulled them down. My hands traveled to his shirt and lightly gave it a tug. His muscular hand ran over my legs and it was like he gently held me in his hands. Once we were both undressed, he turned back to him. His thumb ran over my bottom lip and then was replaced by his lips.

"Do you have a-"

"I'm on the pill." I informed him.

He nodded and gently entered himself into me. He made sure not to lay on top of me as he seen my sides patched up with bandages. I gasped at the sudden feeling of him entering me. He looked at me with a scared look as if he had done something wrong. I smiled and leaned up to kiss him. He began going a little faster. After awhile he found a steady pace. I moaned into his mouth as I felt and took in the pleasuring feeling. He placed kisses on my jawline and I could hear his breathing hitch. He grabbed my hand and went faster. My hips rolling with his, he grunted loudly. We both came undone at the same time and he collapsed on the side of me. He leaned over and grabbed his shirt and handed it to me. Once it was on, he placed us both under the covers. His propped my pillows up and got me a glass of water as well as my medication I had to take. He took my face in his hands and kissed my lips, gentle but tender full of lust.

"Goodnight my love," he whispered into my ear before laying down.

I smiled widely and blushed that horrible red color. "Goodnight my love," I whispered back. We didn't just have sex. We made love.