Trip to Hawaii

"My goodness. That's a lot of stuff you're bringing, mommy." Ravine's flustered eyes meet Aaron who was genuinely confused about the amount of stuff Ravine was packing. They will be away for only a week. Not more than that.

Why was Ravine packing her plushie too?

"Seriously?" Aaron takes the small toy and tosses it across the room. The woman glares at him foe treating her toy that way, but his vicious smirk makes her eyebrow jump.

"Why have a toy to cuddle when you can cuddle all this sexiness, huh?" She sighs huge.

"I'll get my periods idiot. That plushie is essential in maintaining my sanity." Ravine stresses. Aaron had no comments passing over any further than fetching the plushie himself and offering it to her.

"Oh~ now I get it!"

"Get what?" She doesn't even glance at him,

"That why you were behaving like that. Like... different. The Ravine I knew for a week was different. Mamma Mia! I almost forgot how girls actually are on their Satan days!" Aaron cheers while Ravine was the least bit amused.

"Can you stop harassing me further for being born a girl? Also, I'm not a girl. I'm a grown woman. Get it?" Ravine points her finger at him. Staring at it, the young man quickly puts it in his mouth and starts sucking her finger. Obnoxious sounds made Ravine cry in frustration and push him to the bed.

Startled, Aaron stares at her infuriated figure. He wasn't scared by her. He found her amusing. Amusing as to how the little thing could get annoyed and exhibit anger while looking so sexy.

Ravine rolls her eyes when she sees lust forming in his orbs. What more did she expect? To understand her feelings? Yeah, as if any man ever did that with her delicate heart.

"What's the big idea?" She asks, turning her head to tilt in the most perfect angle to kiss him. Aaron, however, moves his head so her aim falls on his cheek.

His both hands on the sides, pinned down by his mommy, he shakes his head and says, "You stink."

You... stink...

Ravine's mouth falls ajar at his hideous comment. At once, the embarrassed woman shoots up and sits beside him to check her breath.

The idiot was playing with her!

Before she could glare at him, he was clapping hands like a seal and laughing out loud. His stomach swole with happiness and laughter. After a while, he calms down and approaches her only to feel her anger.

"I hope that cheered you up. Those fine lines of frustration don't look good on you, your highness." Saying that, he gets up and goes to his own room to pack. Left stranded, Ravine slowly begins to smile. She tucks her hair behind her ear and starts kicking the air with the pillow in her hold. She was truly and utterly in love.

Love is dangerous.

Love is like a disease, they say.

But Ravine was ready to be hospitalised as many times it would take if her man was Aaron Skiez.

The next day comes like a promise. The two are awake by morning, separated in their own rooms. Getting ready first, Aaron knocks on her door to seek permission to enter.

Upon seeing her clad in nothing but a bathing robe on her honey glazed skin, he was drawn towards her like a moth.

"Goodness gracious." He uses the sickest voice to entrap her, almost forgetting his role of slave already. Ravine raises an eyebrow as she looks at him questioningly. Aaron witnesses her bare, blushing face for the first time. He sees that there were total of three small specks of moles upon her face.

One under the right eye, one over her left cheek and another over her nose which was covered by the spectacles often. He likes those moles. He counted them in his mind, having a mental picture ready anytime he wants to access.

"Now that's what I call an elegant face." Says Aaron, appreciating her beauty.

"Huh! I'm as beautiful as a pig. Now let's get going or we will be late for the flight." Says the woman, dismissing Aaron's attempt of fluttering her. The response quite upset him too. Why would his beauty God think of herself like that?

He simply blames it on her period hormones and leaves it be.

An hour later, Aaron and Ravine wait at their lounge for the flight to arrive. They had booked a business class, one with more facilities than usual too. Aaron finds out only when he boards the plane and is walking past the economy seats. His eyes reached galaxies as he stared at Ravine in disbelief.

"I- I..." he was at loss of words. The fight attendant makes their seats and leaves while Ravine closes the door.

"I feel guilty for living off your money like that." Aaron says out of the blue.

Ravine couldn't sense his guilt consciousness rising, unnecessarily. She responds then,

"I thought I was clear when I told you to read the clauses, Aaron. Do you remember the fifth clause?" She asks, making him sit on the bed. The complementary champaign glasses in each of their hands as she leans closer towards him.

He seemed clueless about the clause she was talking about. So she gives him a bit of help,

"Clause five: Ravine owns you. Ravine will spoil the fuck out of you and ruin you as per her wish." Her hyperbole of sentences makes Aaron smirk. Ravine successfully made him less guilty, it wasn't even necessary in the first place.

"Also, Ravine can take you wherever and whenever she wants to with herself. That's clause five for you." Says Ravine as she smiles while leaning in for a kiss.

Aaron willingly submits himself to the queen, obeying her orders and dancing to her rhythm.

And before night hits their eyes, Ravine was as pleased as ever with the new toy he used in her.

The new and upgraded Aaron stick was it's name. (Effect of too much champagne for underage boys.)