Aaron Lucas (thirdandlast) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-11-07 19:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, aaron, aaron x mila, mila |
Who: Mila and Aaron
When: Evening, Tuesday, November 21st
Where: Home at Seaview
Status: Complete
Mila was doing all right. Or so she thought. She had been feeling better over the past few days, ever since Aaron officially moved in. Or began to move in. Not all of his stuff was making it over, thank god, because frankly, they didn’t have the room for his… things. On more than one occasion Mila thought about that gorgeous Victorian house on Chestnut Lane, perpetually empty, just waiting for her to buy it. Someday. They would have plenty of room then.
In any case, the urge to go to the tunnel had been less intense , and she was pretty sure she hadn’t been since the last time with Roxy. Had that been the last time? They hadn’t even gotten to the tunnel before Roxy convinced her to turn around. It didn’t matter anyway. Occasionally Mila woke up from what felt like an unexpected nap and found her sneakers by the front door, muddied with dead leaves stuck to them, but she just assumed she had walked in a muddy puddle somewhere and hadn’t noticed how dirty her shoes had gotten. But there was also the fact that sometimes she drove home from a shift at the Boathouse and found herself sitting in her car, unable to recall any minute of work. All she had of proof that she had been there at all was the smell of garlic and spices on her clothes and the wad of cash in her purse from tips. Like tonight.
Mila was in the kitchen, trying out a recipe for green bean casserole to take to Roxy’s for Thanksgiving. Her gaze occasionally caught sight of her purse, open on the table on the other side of the counter, the cash rolled up neatly inside. It had been a good night. People must have been feeling generous because of the upcoming holiday. Help the pretty waitress who made less than five bucks an hour. It probably should have bothered her that she encountered nothing but blank space when she thought back on her eight hour shift, but… money was money. And there was a spark of some kind of warm amusement in her chest that she couldn’t quite explain.
The sound of Aaron’s truck out front distracted her, or rather, drew her back to the present. As did the smell of smoke coming from the oven. Fuck. Turning quickly she pulled on an oven mitt to open the oven door and grab the casserole dish from inside. The green beans on top were a charred mess. Mila dropped the casserole dish onto the top of the stove and quickly ran over to open the kitchen window before the smoke alarm started to go off.
Aaron’s own days were getting more normal, in spite of the weirdness around him. Amelia was back, so Gavin was back at work. Caden seemed to be his normal self, in spite of getting two fingers torn off, business at the bar was humming right along, and Aaron had happily moved in with Mila. He was still keeping his own place until he could get rid of all the junk she didn’t want him to bring along with him. Aaron thought he might end up renting a storage unit, because a lot of those tools and car parts were valuable, they were just really bad for carpeting.
In any case, he liked officially living with her, and he hoped she liked it too. She hadn’t talked about the tunnel anymore, so that was a relief, and even though Aaron had caught her blankly staring off into space a few times, he wasn’t really worried about it. He did that too sometimes. There were worse things. Like ranting about their baby being lost in the dark. Really, Aaron was just trying to put it all behind him and keep moving forward.
The first thing that hit him when he got home and let himself in was the smell of burnt food. The smoke alarm hadn’t started beeping yet, but it was probably pretty close to it, judging by the haze in the air. “Mila? You okay?” he called ahead of himself as he left the door open and hurried toward the kitchen.
Mila parted her lips to answer him when the smoke alarm started chirping frantically, and loudly. She covered her ears for a moment, grimacing as the sound cut through her. Then she ran over to the pantry door and pulled it open to grab the broom. "I'm fine," she yelled, waving the broom up towards the ceiling and the smoke detector to try and get it to trigger itself off. It worked after a few moments, the kitchen going silent just as suddenly as it had been filled with that awful sound. Still, Mila kept waving the broom through the smoky haze, towards the open kitchen window. She could feel a stronger chill in the air, which told her the front door was still open. Probably not the worst thing in the world. "Sorry," she said, glancing at Aaron now that he could hear her. "I was testing out a recipe my mom gave me and... I overcooked it." Obviously. But she had put the oven at the right temperature, and she had set the timer, hadn't she? Had the timer gone off? "I wanted to bring something to Roxy and Caden's on Thursday. Maybe I'll just buy a damn pie."
Aaron winced at the shrill shrieking of the smoke alarm, and moved halfway toward it to help, but Mila seemed to have it under control. He went to look at what she’d burned instead, making a face at the blackened stuff in the pan ... a casserole? Looked kind of like it might have been in some other life. Once there was nothing but leftover ringing in his ears, he moved in toward Mila to kiss her cheek. “It’s okay, babe,” he told her with a little smile. “Pie’s good too.” He went back to grab the glass pan with the oven mitt, waving his hand over it for a second before he took it to the trash to start scraping it out. It was times like this he kind of wished he had a dog he could feed stuff like this too. Mila wasn’t a great cook. “How was your day, other than this?” he asked, glancing back at her.
The smoky haze in the kitchen had begun to dissipate so Mila replaced the broom in the pantry. She shivered, rubbing her forearms through the sweater she had changed into when she got home. "My day was great," Mila said, unable to keep from boasting in spite of the confusion she had felt over it earlier. "I made a couple hundred bucks from lunch and the early dinner crowd. Unreal. I can't tell if people are feeling generous or they just the way my tits look in my shirt." Since Aaron was taking care of the casserole dish, Mila turned and lifted herself up to sit on the edge of the counter. "My mom called earlier too. Um, we're having dinner with my family Friday afternoon. That's when... well, everyone will be there. You're okay with that, right?"
Aaron gave her a surprised and pleased glance when she mentioned the money. He was pretty sure she’d never made those kinds of tips at the Porch. Maybe on game nights here and there. It all depended on the crowd, he guessed. “That’s awesome,” he said. “And I mean, I don’t blame ‘em, your tits look great in anything.” Aaron flashed her a little grin as he finished up with the dish. He took it to the sink and ran some hot water in it, squirting some soap in as well. He moved in front of where Mila was perched, put his hands on her legs, and leaned in to kiss her again. “I mean ... yeah, I’m good with that if you are,” he said when he pulled back, looking into her eyes. Aaron still wasn’t sure what Mila had told her family about him, if they knew about the move-in or not. They were the judgey ones, Aaron didn’t have a problem with them. He would show up and be nice and behave for her sake. “Your mom all right with me comin’?” he murmured.
Mila ran her hands through his hair and rested her arms lightly on his shoulders. She played with the hair at the nape of his neck, well aware of how much Aaron liked being more or less petted. It had been obvious for awhile now how much he craved physical affection. Not even just sex, but physical touch of any kind. She hoped it was soothing, at least. "They don't... they still don't know we're dating," she admitted after a moment. Her face was warm, though she wasn't entirely sure why. She and Aaron had been through a lot over the past couple of months but it had just never felt like the right time to break the news to her mom about the relationship. Mila simply hadn't wanted to deal with the fallout of it, or her mom's disappointment and lectures. But it seemed like the right time now, to make sure her family knew where Mila's life was leading. "I'm going to tell her before Friday," Mila added. "I just... after everything with your brothers, I just didn't want to deal with it."
Aaron had rested his forearms against Mila’s thighs, his hands loosely cupping the curves of her hips. She was absolutely right that he was hooked on physical affection, and the way Mila was petting the back of his neck made him want to purr. He couldn’t look too surprised when Mila admitted that her family didn’t know about him at all, but he raised an incredulous eyebrow at her timing. He gave a little nod when she said she would fill her mom in before the actual day, though, that sounded smart. Aaron wasn’t hurt by it or anything; he knew the Lucas reputation, and that Mila came from a Nice Family. He gave her a little squeeze and a half-smile. “And if she freaks out, I just won’t go,” he offered. He knew Mrs. Moretti couldn’t actually break them up, they were in love and Mila was too beautifully hardheaded for that, so it didn’t worry him. “Or I can go and be a perfect gentleman to show her up or whatever you need,” he added.
"It's a time for family, supposedly, so I want you there," Mila said. "Just... make sure you don't say anything about the baby, okay? No one in my family knows about any of it." Bringing home a Lucas was bad enough. Her family finding out she had gotten knocked up out of wedlock by a Lucas would be so much worse. The Moretti family was always loud during family gatherings, but that would just make things implode entirely. Her lips twitched. "But yeah, I mean, go the perfect gentleman route if you can. Are you ever not a gentleman, Aaron?" She grinned, brushing her fingers slowly through his hair.
Aaron vehemently shook his head at her warning not to talk about the baby. He didn’t want to talk about that loss with anyone, honestly, much less bring it up to Mila’s family over Thanksgiving dinner. He could be dense, but he wasn’t that stupid. He would be on his best behavior for Mr. and Mrs. Moretti, that was for sure. Aaron knew he was the nicest of his brothers, so maybe he could impress them enough that they wouldn’t give Mila a hard time about dating him. He grinned back at her and gave a little huff as he pulled her in a little closer to him on the countertop. “There’s times I’m not, yeah,” he murmured as if she ought to know that. Aaron could be very un-gentlemanly with her, after all, but Mila liked it. At least he thought she did.
Okay, so he had a point. Mila smirked softly, her knees pressing against his sides briefly. "Sometimes you're not, you're right." She nuzzled his nose with her own and sighed softly. "But you can leave those moments just for me. I don't think anyone would appreciate them as well as I do." Her parents might have issue with Aaron solely based on his last name, but she didn't care. He belonged to her now, and she to him, and that was that. Honestly, Mila worried more about Aaron's family, and they knew all about their relationship already. She didn't trust any of them except for maybe Kat. And Roxy, obviously, though she wasn't a blood relative.
“They’re all yours,” Aaron murmured back, a warmth settling in his stomach. He always felt that way when he flirted with Mila. She was right, she was the only one in his close circle who he felt like really appreciated him. Maybe Kat did, but she was busy living her own life, and even then sometimes Aaron was sure she thought he was stupid. He was pretty stupid, but Mila never made him feel that way, and that was what mattered to him. He slipped his arms further around her, hunching in a bit to turn it into a hug and moving his chin to rest on her shoulder. “I love you,” he told her softly. “And it’ll be okay. Even if they don’t like me at first, we’ll make it okay.”
Mila wasn't sure if the could make it okay if her parents decided to hate Aaron, but she knew she couldn't really do anything about it until it happened. If it happened. Which it probably would, knowing her parents. Or maybe they would just cut her some slack. It wasn't Gavin or Caden she was bringing home. Aaron might not have been a genius, and he did have a well known reputation for sleeping with a bunch of women, but things were different now. "I love you too," she murmured, pressing her cheek to his. "It'll be fine. We'll be fine." Mila sighed softly and looked around the kitchen. The smoke had more or less cleared but it still smelled a bit. "Do you want to go to Moxie's and eat? That way I can get the burnt casserole smell out of my nostrils."
Aaron had no plan on how he or they would improve the situation if the Moretti family rejected him, but he had faith they would figure it out. That was just how he’d lived most of his life, figuring it out as he went. And things weren’t too bad. He knew Mila loved him and they would stay together, and that was the important part. When she said they’d be fine, he believed her. Aaron pulled back a little as she looked around, then nodded and smiled at her a bit before he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Sure thing,” he said. He didn’t really feel like going out again, but he would do it for Mila. “I’ll take that trash out too.” He patted her hip as he pulled away so she could get down. “Then you’re totally getting like, a foot rub when we get back.”
"Oh yeah?" Mila's brow lifted and she smiled as she slipped down off the counter. "I won't say no to that. If it's a particularly good foot rub, maybe I'll give you something in return." She pressed a kiss to his lips. "I'm going to go change real quick. I think my clothes smell like burnt green beans." The whole kitchen did, although not as badly as it had before Aaron showed up. She really needed to stop zoning out so much when she was busy. Maybe she wasn't getting enough sleep. "I'll meet you outside, unless you need to change too."
It was pretty true that there was a stink lingering, but it wouldn’t have bothered Aaron either way. He grinned a little at the thought of getting something in return, and stroked his hand down Mila’s back while she was close enough for a kiss. “Nope, I’ll be out there,” he answered. He smooched her forehead before she got too far away, then moved to pull the trash bag out of the can. Aaron didn’t give a second thought to why she’d burned it so badly, he was just looking forward to stuffing his face with a big burger, then coming back to spend the rest of a nice evening with his girl.