I'm a dick by the way

LIPS QUIRKED AS SHE  tried to come up with a single example of someone who didn’t wish to go back to better times, but came up empty-handed. Everyone had a handful— or more– of regrets. They were just unlucky enough to have long lives to lead and a desire to limit their list of enemies. Making amends was far better, especially now that she had a daughter to consider. The smile that came to her face was one reserved for whenever she thought of her little girl, who was every bit the best of her, with bits of her stubborn nature and Klaus’ penchant for mischief.  “She’s perfection. In every sense of the word, she really is perfect to me. Makes me wonder how something so beautiful and brilliant can come from an insane start.”

“She’s got a good example to follow from.” He said with a longing smile. That smile dropped a little as Tyler looked down at the ground, “you know that I’m sorry for what I did to you both right? It wasn’t your fault and I shouldn’t have involved you in my vendetta.”

Aiden looked over at the man reluctantly. she fiddled with the clothes, trying to make them stay up as much as she could. Her mind searched for the words to explain what she was. 

She huffed and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m a werewolf. i still don’t have control over my shifts. That’s why I was out here.” 

“That. Explains the naked-ness.” Tyler nodded, he knew where was coming from. 

Aiden was grateful that she found the man. She really didn’t want to walk back home naked. She knew she could get arrested if people noticed her. 

She started to follow him, continuing to rub her arms to keep her warm. She smiled her thanks as she took the clothes and quickly changed into them. At his question, she winced. She didn’t think of anything that would make sense as to why she was there late at night.

“No, no one hurt me. I just…” she closed her eyes briefly. “I don’t know if you would believe me. The truth seems kind of weird.” 

“Try me.” Nothing could surprise or seem weird for Tyler at this point anymore. He doubted that anything she said to him now would catch him off guard. 

Aurora sighed deeply through her nose as he kissed her neck; as much of a cliche as it was, Aurora was a sucker for the neck.  “Why, is it getting tender, darling?”  the red head purred, adjusting her position in his lap as she pulled back to watch him.  “A touch of my blood would heal that up if you’re feeling too sore.  I can’t have you feeling anything less than your best.”

“Hmm, tempting as your offer is sweetheart I think I’ll live.” He kissed her briefly, “I’m always at my best.”

His hands came around her automatically; clearly she wasn’t the only possessive one.  Of course, where Aurora could leave her mark, he could not.  There were certain dangers of being with a werewolf after all.  Though, she had to admit, the reversal amused her: he, rather than she, was the one with a certain time of the month.  The idea of it, combined with the way he’d easily wrapped his arms around her, had a broad grin on her face.  “Of course I want everyone too know.  I’ve the handsomest of suitors and everyone else ought to be filled with envy at how lucky you are.”  she teased.  

Tyler moved her hair to one side and exposed part of her neck, “everyone knows sweetheart,” he placed light kisses along her neckline and then looked back up at her with a smirk. “Not that I don’t appreciate being all marked up, but do you think you could maybe let up a bit on the neck?”

IF THERE WERE EVER  a name not to be uttered between them, it would be his, despite how prevalent the man was in both their lives — in both their histories. A topic better not touched upon, she breathed a sigh of both relief and apprehension in believing that he could control inner urges that wanted to possibly lash out at her for what was done by her hands. It wasn’t always that way, something he touched upon that brought a smile to her face while her mind reminisced on better times.  “There were good times. Better times. I wish I could go back to then. It was far simpler, before everything started to go tit’s up.”

“Don’t fuss darling.”  Aurora cooed.  She slipped on to his lap and traced the outline of one of the marks with her tongue.  “If I marked you up somewhere else, then I can’t see them except when we’re alone.  I like looking at you and knowing that you’re mine.”

His hands came up to her waist to keep her there, “hmm, figured it’d be something like that.” He entangled his hand in Aurora’s hair as she traced the marks, “you know I’m yours anyway babe. You want everyone else to know.”