#ignite me

The faded light from the stars and moon cascaded into the living room when the doorbell rang out. Warner took one glance at the clock and shut his book, making his way toward the manor's front door. He stayed up waiting for you to come home and it was already one in the morning. Never would he expect you to stay out that late.

Running his fingers through his hair, he slowly pulled the door open only to be surprised by Sonya and Sara carrying you with their shoulders, nodding to whatever you were babbling about. Warner opened his mouth to talk before you finally realized where you were, your eyes lighting up to the sight of your loving boyfriend.

"Aaron!" You meet his ocean-blue eyes and stumble into his arms, erupting in giggles when he caught you. Tilting your head to the side, you sighed softly and scanned his facial features, mentally noting any change you haven't noticed before. "You look so gorgeous!"

"Hi, love." Warner furrowed his brows and kept a steady hand on your back, shifting his attention to the twins standing in front of him with a flustered expression. "How drunk did she get?"

"It's not our fault, Warner." Sara wringed her hands together and pursed her lips, trying to figure out how to explain how drunk you got. "She — er — kept buying shots because Nazeera made a bet she could drink more." She confessed and handed the blonde your leather clutch, biting back a laugh when you kept poking his cheek like a child. "She didn't win."

"Clearly." Sonya hid her own laughter when Warner gently pushed your hand away, making you pout and cross your arms. "Anyway, we're just here to drop her off since she can't walk straight without rolling her ankle."

Your eyes instantly found Warner's jade ring and — once again — you were entranced with something new. The girls raised their brows at how fast you could fixate on something, but they weren't surprised whatsoever.

Sonya shook her head, "She almost twisted her ankle making it up the pathway—"

"Girls, isn't he so gorgeous!" You cut her off and squish Warner's cheeks in your hands, eyes glazed with adoration and alcohol.

The twins shook their head, knowing it was time to leave. They nodded to Warner before turning to leave, linking their arms together as they walked the pathway down to the limo.

You giggled at Warner's face before finding both girls gone, making you pout and call out to them. "Wait, where are you two going?"

"We're leaving you with your boyfriend." Sonya started to walk backwards and waved to the two of you — blowing you an air kiss —which seemed to cheer you up straightaway. "Bye!"

"Bye!" You shout and use all your energy to wave with your entire arm, hiccupping as your cheeks flushed red from all the cold air. The door slowly shut and you looked up at Warner only to find him smiling oddly at you. Amusement or not, it confused you. "What?"

"Nothing." He kissed your temple and guided you through the house.

Although you made loads of progress entering the hallways, you were still walking like a baby deer — and your heels were not helping you situation. Warner waited a few beats before stopping all movements, bending down to take your heels off.

You yelp in surprise and hold onto the wall beside you, your feet warm again the cold, marble flooring. Huffing, you looked over at Warner only to see his blonde hair for a split second before he carried you bridal style. Your eyes instantly widened as he did so, manicured nails digging into his shoulder at the motion.

"Hold onto me tightly." Warner instructed and adjusted his hold on you, the black heels and leather clutch still in his hands.

Say what you want about Aaron Warner, but he was the truly a gentleman when he came to taking care of the ones he loved. It didn't matter what the situation was — he made sure you were tended to first.

Warner ascended the stairway leading up to your shared bedroom as your head began to droop and stifle yawns. You were beginning to fall into your sleepy state after being drunk for too long and Warner needed you awake a little longer. He knew you would beat yourself up if you went to bed with a full face of makeup.

"How was the night out?" He asked softly and gently tapped your hip, watching your eyes flutter open at the unexpected question.

"Super fun." You yawn and bury your head in his cashmere sweater, the familiar scent of gardenias filling your senses. "I think Juliette threw up in the bathroom, I'm not sure."

Warner furrowed his brows at your words as he pushed the door to the bedroom open. Sure, he wasn't entirely sure what your definition of fun was, but he doubted seeing one of your friends throw up in the bathroom was fun. Especially since Juliette was the other lightweight of the friend group.

"That's... fun?"

"Yes." You drawl and tilt your head backwards, giggling as you saw an upside down version of your shared space.

The golden chandelier appeared to be bolted in the ground and the bed seemed to be stuck to the ceiling — you were somehow amazed by it. But when you passed the mirror, the illusion broke, making you sigh and tilt your head back upright.

Carefully, Warner set you down onto the king-sized bed and assured your safety before heading into the walk-in closet to the right of the room. He knew where all you beloved items belonged in your half. Your heels by the drawers and your clutch on a shelf beside your extensive collection of Hermès bags.

While he left you alone for only a few seconds, you managed to: braid stray pieces of your hair together, hum a random melody that popped into your brain, and dramatically toss yourself back onto the bed in hopes of getting your boyfriend back quicker.

Which proved to work since he appeared a split-second later.

"I'm just going to agree with whatever that sigh was for." Warner entered from the left side of the room — holding a glass of water and aspirin.

Your face twisted in confusion when you realized he emerged from the master bathroom. You didn't even know he crossed over until now. Shaking your head, you pushed yourself up and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling softly at the man you loved oh-so much.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hand running up and down your arm in comfort. "Did the girls give you water to drink before coming here?"

You nodded but took a sip from the glass anyway, lips smacking to enunciate the action. Warner rolled his eyes in amusement before thumbing the strap to your dress, cocking his head to the side when you merely blinked up at him.

"You have to change into pajamas, love." He clarified and hid a smile when you fell back on the bed like you were told your best friend just caught a deadly disease. He laced a hand with yours as you whined like a child.

"Aaronnn, it took sooo long to get ready." You complain and grab the silk pillow behind you, burying your face into the front. "I don't wannnaaa."

Warner slowly pulled the pillow away from your face and sent you an unimpressed look, arms crossing when you met his eyes. You smiled cheekily — as if you forgot what you were complaining about mere seconds ago — before sitting up again. He narrowed his eyes at your sudden change in behavior, raising a brow when your smile widened.

"Can I change into your sweater? It looks really comfortable." You ask and clasp your hands together, almost begging him to allow you to wear what he was wearing.

"This?" He pinched the sweater in between his pointer and thumb, watching you nod fervently.

He wasn't sure if rewarding you for complaining was the best option, but he could use it as an incentive to get you to do other things before heading to bed. After all, you would also rope him onto the blame train about how he let you sleep with makeup on.

Warner tugged you up onto your feet again and sighed, giving into your demands. Although he made sure you couldn't get away with everything you wanted with a simple pout and big eyes.

"I'll let you wear my sweater if you go take the makeup off, brush your teeth, and use the bathroom for me."

"What — That's not fair!" You protested and stomped your foot to the ground like a brat.

Warner raised his eyebrows at you and gave you a pointed look. In your intoxicated state, he knew not to take it to heart. Yet, you were testing your limits with how bratty and child-like you were acting. He watched your front falter and instantly, he knew you folded under his fixed look.

"Fine."

Patting your hip as you walked off to the bathroom in a sluggish manner, he bit back an amused smile. Your drunken-self had a special place in his heart and if he could, he would've taken pictures of your pouting face as you went to do what he asked.

He pulled his sweater off and ran his fingers through your hair, chuckling when he heard your muffled humming. He couldn't help but peak inside the bathroom, lips turned down in a smile when he saw you leaning against the sink, using the toothbrush as a prop microphone.

"You done?" Warner interrupted your performance with small smirk, hand finding its home on the curve of your waist.

You patted your face in a towel and nodded, letting exhaustion finally take over. He led you back into the main room and ran his fingers through your hair a couple times before helping you pull yours black dress off.

"Good girl." He murmured when you easily followed his steps, letting you sit on the bed in compensation for the lack of energy.

Yawning, you rubbed your eyes before finally focusing them to the man in front of you. Maybe you truly were losing your mind to fatigue, but you didn't realize Warner was shirtless. His grey sweats were hanging low on his hips, revealing your favorite tattoo of his. Your eyes followed every muscle up until you met his eyes, your own blown wide at the lack of coverage.

"Arms up, love." He held back a smirk at your distracted state, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling the sweater over your head. Warner gently moved your hair out from under the fabric, tucking it to the side before smiling at you. "There."

You hum appreciatively and crawl over to your side of the bed, eyes shining brightly once more when he turned around to put away your dress. His back tattoo now faced you as he walked the space of the room. You mentally traced each letter on his back, letting them engrave themselves into your mind.

I G N I T E

Warner turned back around only to see your hazed look, pursing his lips together in amusement when you instantly clambered over to him as he finally joined you in bed.

Your eyes trail up his body to meet his gorgeous blue eyes, biting your bottom lip to contain your enjoyment. Even in your drunken state, you enjoyed staring at Warner no matter what. You ruffled his hair and kissed his jaw, Warner's arms encircling you.

"So so so gorgeous." You whisper and flashed your charming smile — sighing softly when he gave you a quick yet warming kiss.

"Not as stunning as you." He tangled your legs together and allowed you to trace your name into his arms, watching your eyes slowly accept their tiredness.

You yawn and nuzzle your head closer to him, tucking it under his chin. "Even when I'm drunk?"

The crackling of the fireplace took over the few seconds of silence as Warner adjusted his hold on you, kissing your forehead when he finally settled. He contemplated your words for a second. He knew he loved your either way, but watching you blink up at him expectantly made his hear swell in so much love and emotion.

"Of course." He finally answered and gave you a reassuring grin, lifting one hand to brush stray pieces of your hair away from your eyes. "I love you however you are."

"You love me?" You ask softly — as if you both haven’t said that to each other before. Your smile widens and a bright blush rises to your cheeks, not at all embarrassed at how you were acting.

Well, not until the next morning. Warner wouldn't let you forget this if you tried to block it out.

"I love you too." You whisper and make a quick glance to his lips before meeting his eyes again.

"Yeah?" He chuckled and thumbed your cheek, feeling you melt from his touch.

Warner couldn't remember what it felt like when you weren't in his life. You were the light in his dark story. Every single interaction with you made him fall harder. It didn't matter if you were sober, drunk, sleeping, reading, or even just existing. He loved you for who you were and he would do every thing keep you happy.

"Yes." You murmur and kiss his palm. "You being gorgeous was just a bonus."

"Mhm." He tugged you closer and pressed one last kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in. "Let's go to bed before hungover you gets made for staying up to late."

"You make me too happy for me to get mad." You argue but melt like putty in his arms, focusing on the steady beat of his heart. You shut your eyes and sleepily confess your love again, smiling when he held you tighter. "Love you."

"Goodnight, love."

“Can we paint it pink?” I asked, folding my arms as I analysed the desk.

Brown was so boring and… woody. This room practically had no personality and needed a serious magic touch. I happened to think myself to have quite the sparkle in my fingertips.

“No,” Aaron said. Not sharply or snappily just a definitive end to a conversation he clearly did not want to have.

Too bad he married a stubborn mule of a woman with a very talkative nature. I flashed my puppy dog eyes in his direction.

“But it would look so darling in pink,” I cooed, holding up the coloured paper to the drawers one more time.

“It would clash with the decor,” he said stiffly, refusing to meet my eye as he looked visibly uncomfortable at the thought of a pink desk.

I sighed, and pondered, thinking of a way to work around that problem, “we could paint the decor pink.”

Aaron’s face somehow fell even flatter, “absolutely not.”

Men are so boring. It was just a little colour. I didn’t really understand what he was so afraid of. Besides the room was so outdated and dark, it was practically a funeral parlour. The only thing with a little personality was the dying desk plant.

“Why?” I pouted, making my eyes all wide and sparkly.

“It’s vintage,” he replied, glaring at me.

It was one of those glares that were insanely hot but just with the wrong timing. The little annoyed divot he got just above his eyebrow nearly made him adorable but I decided not to be so easily wooed by my husband, though I could’ve easily forgotten all about what I was talking about and taken him into my arms.

“Okay fine,” I replied, leaning on the desk now, “we can paint the walls pink at least.”

“No,” he deadpanned as if this conversation was worse than gorging his own eyes out with a bent spoon.

My eyebrows pinched together tightly, “did Kenji annoy you this morning?”

“Kenji annoys me every morning,” he shrugged, pulling down the sleeves of his suit jacket with a little aggression.

“More than usual?” I fished, eyebrows raised.

“No…” he responded, squinting his eyes by a fraction of an inch, in suspicion.

“Then why are you being so moody,” I asked.

“I am not being moody,” he said, a distasteful look on his face, “I am just unprepared to turn the office into a five year old girl’s dream bedroom.”

My jaw dropped and I held a hand to my chest and stared at him dead in the eye, “are you implying that I have the taste of a five year old?”

“I love you very much my love-“

“Oh no Mr,” I wagged my finger at him, “you cannot sway me, not one bit, I’m quite frankly very offended.”

I was teasing of course, but sometimes Aaron took everything that little too seriously. Now was one of those very amusing times.

He reached out for me, a flash of desperate panic in his eyes, “you know I didn’t mean-“

“No, I don’t actually,” I said, shrugging him off, “so sorry but I’m going to have to ignore you for the rest of eternity.”

“That’s a pretty long time,” he pointed out quietly, looking down at the floor like a naughty child.

“I’m too impatient for that…” I groaned, “…fine. For the rest of the day.”

“Well,” he shrugged, a sudden smile creeping across his features as he inched closer to me, “we don’t have to talk.”

His arms were practically calling me and I suddenly found myself craving to be in them. He knew what he was doing, using weakness against me. I turned my head to the side and shuffled backwards.

Then I put my hand up before he could touch my lips and gently pushed him away, “nu-uh, no kisses either.”

His face fell, “What?”

“It’s my new policy,” I shrugged smoothly.

“Then take it back,” he said, an untamed sharpness biting through his tone.

I smiled coyly, “no.”

“Take it back,” he repeated, with a little more annoyance.

A grin spread widely across my lips.

“Take what you said about the pink paint back,” I replied.

Cue the silence. There wasn’t even a cricket chorus or tumbleweed to accompany it. It was almost deafening.

“That’s what I thought,” I winked, turning my back to him.

“Love-“

“I’m ignoring you,” I sang, folding my arms.

“Sweetheart please-“

I began walking away, very slowly, humming a made up tune to myself, trying to override my brain going mental over the way he called me sweetheart.

“We can paint the spare room pink,” Aaron sighed.

I stopped in my tracks and spun around, both eyebrows shooting up. Aaron’s arms were folded tightly across his chest as he stared back at me.

“Really?” I asked, biting my lip as I tried to keep my excitement at bay.

“As pink as you like,” he said, as I stepped closer.

“Can we paint little clouds on the walls too?” I pushed it further to see how far I could take it.

“Yes,” he nodded immediately.

“And glitter,” I smirked.

He winced.

“And glitter…” I repeated, a little more aggressively, batting my eyelids.

He sighed outwardly, “and glitter.”

He was probably questioning his every life decision and to be quite honest, I couldn’t blame him. Out of all the millions of girls who would throw themselves to his every whim he chose the one that would force him into painting a pink room with clouds and glitter.

“Marry me,” I smiled, falling back into his arms.

He caught me flawlessly of course, with his muscular arms pressing tight against my back, the palm of his hand holding the small of my waist so delicately it made me shudder.

“We’re already married love,” he replied with an eye roll.

“Marry me again,” I shrugged, standing up right again, planting a quick kiss on his cheek, “you are immediately forgiven, you said the magic words of pink and cloud and glitter and now everything can be okay again!”

“Funny,” he mused, pursing his lips together, “when I give you what you want, I’m suddenly a saint.”

“I wouldn’t go so far as saint,” I scoffed my eyes flicking down for a mere moment.

The corners of his mouth turned up for a fraction of a second before his face returned to something more sinister, “you manipulated me into painting a room pink,” he almost laughed, like some sort of revelation he’d just come to, “I think you’re one of the only people who has ever done that to me.”

“I would never!” I gasped, melodramatically clutching my chest, pausing for a beat, then glancing at my nails, “but I am a primadonna and I like to get my way.”

“Hmmm I hadn’t noticed,” he rolled his eyes, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer into his body.

“Well I’m sorry,” I said, ignoring the blush that was clearly creeping up my neck, “but you really should’ve read the label before you bought the product.”

“You being the product?” he raised a sharp blonde brow at my inventive metaphor.

“Naturally,” I nodded.

“Well doesn’t that make our relationship sound so darling,” he said dryly, “besides it’s not my fault I couldn’t see you were such a manipulator, I was blinded by your beauty.”

I stared at him dead in the eye and struggled not to laugh. Every pore in my body just wanted to crack up but my inner monologue had to keep me in check.

‘Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it together. He’s being sweet and charming and treating you like a princess and-‘

“What?”

“That was cheesy,” I teased, allowing myself a small giggle as I rested my arms so they locked together just behind his neck.

His lips pulled into a tight line, “you are the first and only ever woman that would call my flirting cheesy.”

“Wow and how many women have you been with before me,” I scoffed, I cocked my head to the side, “three?”

“Two actually,” he mumbled.

“Well they say third times a charm,” I winked.

“A charm…” he mused, “what an interesting way to put it.”

I laughed, “and yet you still like me.”

“I don’t like you, love,” he murmured, his hands suddenly awfully hot on my hips, “I’m infatuated with you.”

A shiver ran down my spine, right into the depths of my stomach where it gave the little butterflies even more energy as they started to dance and backflip and do all matter of acrobatics that I could only ever dream of.

“Did you just quote Shakespeare?” I asked.

Aaron looked unimpressed, “you are so undereducated in literature.”

“Just because no one uses the word infatuated anymore,” I tusked, rolling my eyes.

“I just did,” he replied, exasperated.

“Well you’re…” I struggled to find the right word, “…you.”

“I thought you liked me,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine.

“Meh,” I replied in a low voice, “depends on the day.”

“Oh really?” Aaron said.

“Mhmmm,” I mumbled, “today’s a come ci come ca kind of day.”

“Well let me make it an embrasse-moi jusqu'à ce que tu ne puisses plus respirer kind of day for you,” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on my cheek bone. It was so gentle I barely registered that I was touched.

“I have no clue what you just said but it was hot as hell,” I laughed, trailing my fingertips up his neck.

And suddenly he was kissing me. I couldn’t pin when it started he just was. More soft kisses but this time all over my mouth that were just to die for. A gentle, slow, heavenly manoeuvre that left me longing for more.

I giggled, “and I don’t mind if you do that again.”

Aaron Warner took comments like that seriously. I took my lips back into his and spoke poems of love with no words at all. His palm was pressed flat across my back as the passion and longing for it all sent me stumbling backwards into a wall. A switch flipped or that was what it felt like and suddenly desperation became such a raw and sweet taste. We were clinging to one another, hands deep in hair, crumpling clothes, eyes closed just to take in a moment this divine, this eternal. The kisses were rougher, full of such intensity and heat. They were rapid, one after the other barely time for thought, let alone breath. We forgot what oxygen was and all of its benefits because nothing compared to this.

“Stop talking,” he said in a low, husky voice, lips immediately back on mine as soon as he’d got the words out as if he couldn’t wait to satisfy his craving, his lust.

“I can’t,” I said breathlessly between a kiss, before Aaron went in for the next one, “it’s borderline impossible,” he kissed me again, “I genuinely think I have a problem.”

“Shhhh,” he whispered, his palm pressed between the back of my head and the wall, chest falling up and down against mine. His finger dragging softly across my tingling lips, then down my jaw to my chin. He tilted my head backwards slightly.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, looking at me like I was golden, like I was the universe, like I was everything.

A warmth spread across the left side of my chest as the beating of my heart began to race to a nearly dangerous speed.

“Yeah, you’re alright looking too,” I winked.

Aaron sighed, still breathless.

“I’m kidding,” I told him gently, “you are the most beautiful man I ever saw.”

He paused for a moment, a pinkish tint rising in his cheeks at just at the top of his ears.

He leant down, putting his mouth to my ear, “what did I tell you about talking?”

And then I was back on his mouth. In a labyrinth of twisting tongues and sugary breaths. Desire, it burnt a hollow hole to my heart, a fiery red flame licking my flesh, exposing the naked organ. Bold and pulsating, it beat only to his name. It will forever only beat to his name.

“You just spoke,” I said, drawing back for a moment, “it’s not fair if you get to and I don’t.”

“I have an off switch,” he replied, “you, on the other hand-“

“Hey I thought you loved me and all the French Shakespeare stuff,” I exclaimed, waving my hand at him.

“I do,” he whispered, nose brushing over mine, “just shhhh, love.”

“I don’t think I can,” I smiled.

“I believe in you,” he said on my lips.

Oh I never knew a man could touch so tenderly. His hand slipped beneath my shirt, they were on my waist, ice cold against the heat of my skin. Goosebumps decorated my curves as a chill down ran down my spine. And he never stopped kissing. It was back to a gentle, passionate rhythm of kisses, some longer and slower and some creeping into the area of longing from before but all so full of love. I could feel it so strongly, so poignantly, like some sort of otherworldly force that neither of us would ever be able to control.

I pull away for a second, my chest heaving up and down like a untamed madwoman.

“No,” kiss, “I’m,” kiss, “serious,” kiss , “Aaron,” kiss “I-“

My breath was sucked away with another kiss, until I physically couldn’t form words. It was one way to shut me up. My hands clung to the fabric of his shirt, trailing desperately up into the depths of his hair. I gripped the chunks of blonde with raw desperation. We stumbled backwards and my back hit the door. Pain shot through it for a fraction of a second and if it lingered any longer I didn’t feel it. My distraction was too great.

I fumbled around for the handle, pushing open the door as we backed into the bedroom, still tongue tied, lost in euphoria. My head spun, the room spun, but everything was so perfect. And then suddenly I was aware of the mattress beneath me and Aaron on top. He gave no indication he may stop. I didn’t even recall falling onto the bed, my brain so overridden by emotion that I couldn’t comprehend things properly.

I placed two hands firmly on his chest and he paused, breathless, lips plumped and red, hair wild and ragged.

“What is it, love? Do you want me to stop?”

Worry ran riot over his features and shame glistened in his emerald eyes. Never did I hold so much love for one being in all my life.

“Kenji and J are going to be here in ten minutes,” I reminded him, going to push him off but not quite bringing myself to.

His eyes roamed me up and down very slowly, as if he was taking in every second, before leaning down to my ear and whispering darkly, “we’ll make it quick.”

“You slut,” I chuckled in the back of my throat, as he pressed his lips back onto mine.

“You don’t mind, love?” he murmured, with a smirk that highlighted his dimples, “do you?”

“Oh,” I grinned, tilting my head back to take his lips back into mine, “not one bit.”

I wrapped an arm around neck as he pressed our lips back together. I pulled him down onto me.

a/n: guys idk if the end got too heated there… should I have written that 🫣🫣 I feel like shatter me is worse though, right??

anyways #bellaisbackfromthedead heyyyyy guys, sorry I’ve been so absent lately!! mocks have been killing me but it’s the last week this week so yayayyay should be up and running with lots of fics soon!! though I’d finish March off with a touch of aaron warner, I hope you all enjoyed xx

ᝰ Kenji Kishimoto

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