#aaronfog

4. Oral sex

Aaron leaned into the kiss, feeling her warmth. As they parted he smiled back at her, "Name's Aaron Fog. Nice to meet you."

He'd been awake for twelve hours.

He hadn't said a word.

Will stood at the window to Angie's flat as he had for all those hours, unmoving, silent. He hadn't eaten. Hadn't moved a muscle. He just stood by the window and stared out into the pouring rain. Fitting weather. Even his shields were strong enough to hide his thoughts from any who would try to look into them. His eyes were dark and forlorn as they traced the drops on the windowpane. Who knew what the man was thinking. He'd been tricked into finding himself a father, the thing he never wanted to be for fear of hurting a child, and then had lost control of his own mind, passed out, and allowed that child to be stolen away to a life he now lived every night in his terror-stricken dreams.

He knew that this would always be his fault, his greatest failure so far, the loss of an infant... It was always hardest when the body he found was a child, or when he failed to save one, watched them killed or mutilated... Perhaps this was worse because he had subconsciously adopted it... her... as his own. Because he didn't know for a fact what she'd be going through, but had his own experience and his imaginations most horrific feats to go on. 

This was why he never wanted to be a father.