so_far_fallen | For highpriestnarim

He just now was thinking Aria was hiding something and that irritated him, more than it really should it irritate a person. Things got to him differently than they did others and he just kept backing Aria up until his husband was against a wall. "Now you are saying things that you think I want to hear and that.. " He seemed to take a shuddering breath in, as if to calm himself, but that was never what it did. "One more time I am going to ask you. Was there something else you were thinking or wanted to say to me?"

"No..." Aria murmured, eyes on the floor, preparing helplessly for the inevitable. " ...only that I wanted to kiss you properly... "

If Aria had said that from the start - Narim thought to himself - he would've been fine, it wouldn't have esclated to this, to the anger he felt. None that worked in the house ever did a thing, no matter what they heard. Though, Narim only kept it in the privacy, usually, of their bedroom or anywhere really where prying eyes weren't watching.

He took a step back, that anger finally like a cord that just snapped because he still convinced himself a kiss wasn't what Aria had wanted or had wanted to tell him about. He brought up his hand and felt Aria's cheek against the back of it as he brought it across his husband's face. "Liar!" He shouted at him. "Do you even realize how you have ruined my homecoming? I could have been resting now, but because of you and your lies I am not! I am going to go to my office now because apparently I am not allowed to rest. When you finally realize you need to apologize to me, you come and do so," he snapped, letting out a low growl as he exited their bedroom and went to his office.

The blow was hard enough that he was unable to stifle a gasp, despite having been prepared for what was coming. He wanted to cry but he knew that would only make Narim more angry so he held back and stayed still and silent until he left. He stayed frozen there a moment, then very slowly brought a trembling hand to his struck face.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took some deep breaths to cope and calm himself down, also to give Narim some time to cool off. He left it for half an hour, long enough for his husband to hopefully be in a slightly better mood, but not long enough that he would be getting too impatient.
Aria went to his office and knocked gently twice on the door.

Narim finally calmed down and one would think he would feel remorse for hitting his husband, for the person he also supposedly love, but in his mind it was justified because Aria had brought it on himself. Had he been honest in the beginning, none of it would've even happened.

Narim had tea brought in while he waited and when he heard the two knocks, he knew who it was and he sat back in his desk chair. "Come in."

Aria opened the door and slipped in quietly, then shut it quickly behind him. He loitered by the door, reluctant to move closer to Narim until he was sure his mood was better.
"I'm sorry I spoiled your evening..." he said, his voice just loud enough to be heard. "It was selfish of me."

Narim nodded and slowly stood, his demeanor much more calm and relaxing. "You are right, it was very selfish of you, but I forgive you, love," he said, walking over to press a kiss to Aria's forehead. "You know I hate when I get like that, I just wish you would listen, you know?"

He nodded. "I know, I'm sorry. Thank you for being so understanding..."
He carefully let his head rest on Narim's shoulder in an affectionate manner, hoping that he'd been forgiven, forgetting all too easily that he hadn't actually done anything wrong. Narim loved him, he would never hurt him unless he deserved it - perhaps his tone had been disrespectful... besides, he shouldn't have argued with him when he knew he was tired.

He let Aria rest his head against him and gently lifted a hand to settle on the back of his neck, his head turning so his nose nuzzled into his husband's hair and he took in a breath of him. "I know you will find a way to make it up to me, I have no doubt about that," he murmured into his hair before he was pulling away to go sit at his desk, before motioning to the tea on the small table in his office. "Help yourself, love."

"Thank you."
Aria first checked Narim's cup to see if it was empty, which it was, so he topped that up and brought it back to him before pouring for himself and taking a seat in the other chair.

Narim looked down briefly at the cup of tea and then across his desk at Aria. "Now what did you say earlier about a proper kiss?" He smirked, clearly his mood changing into something very different as he pushed his chair back and patted his lap.

He went to his lap and sat down carefully, putting his arms loosely about Narim's neck.
"I've been aching to kiss you again since you left."

"Is that so?" He asked, tilting his head as he ran his fingertips over the cheek that was hit not long ago. "Than kiss me," he whispered.

It only proved how accustomed Aria was to a bruised face when he managed not to react to the pain of Narim touching his struck cheek.

He leant forward and pressed a soft, slow, but very tender kiss to Narim's mouth.

Narim should've been more caring to the fact of Aria's cheek, but he wasn't and he cupped the cheek as he pressed into the kiss, murmuring against his husband's lips. "This does not feel like the kiss of someone who missed me."

Aria hadn't wanted to be too presumptuous with the kiss, but now he deepened it and kissed him harder, with more passion and need. His cheek hurt like hell but he did a good job of seeming to ignore it.

He thought to himself that was more like it, that felt more like a kiss from someone that had missed him, not some feeble little kiss, but one of passion. He groaned, nipping at the other's bottom lip as his free hand came down to tightly grip his hips while the one on his cheek went into his hair.

He broke the kiss, but only to trail smaller kisses along Narim's jaw and then down his neck. "I love you..." he breathed.

"I love you, too," he whispered and in his own twisted way, he really did love Aria and if someone else were to hurt him, they would be dead in mere hours, hung for anyone else to see what happened if they touched his husband. If only he were so caring when it came to how he treated his husband.

Aria went back to kissing his mouth for a few moments, then pressed his forehead lightly to Narim's.
"Do you want to go to bed?"

He nodded. "I do, very much so. You go on, I will be there in a moment."

Aria stole another quick kiss and then got off of his lap and went to their bedroom. He undressed and slipped between the bedsheets to wait for him, eager to make up for his earlier mistakes.

Narim took his sweet time, like always, but within forty-five minutes he was slipping inside their bedroom and undressing himself before getting beneath the sheets as well.

The bed was comfortable, and after such a long wait Aria had found it difficult to keep his eyes open. He'd drifted off into the beginning stages of sleep before he was woken by the sound of Narim entering the room and the bed moving with the shift of weight as he got in.
Aria turned to him and smiled, trying not to look tired.

The attempt to look tired failed because Narim saw right through it and rolled his eyes. "Typical," he mumbled and rolled over onto his side, back facing Aria.

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