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[FickleVixen]

Being thanked for her honesty was uncommon, partially because Aliyah didn't tell the truth often enough, but also because most people didn't take honesty as well as they think they will. Her surprise was clearly written on her face as she blinked. “You're welcome.” Jason's questions came comely enough that she never felt like she was being interrogated, like she had to answer his questions. In a way she knew that she did, avoiding the truth would have come off as questionable but she at least had the feeling that she had the choice to choose if she was going to answer, and he gave her time to consider her answers carefully enough that she didn't feel as though she was leaving anything out. She would have killed to know what was going through his mind, however, to know how her truth made him feel. Yet his face remained stoic to the point that it was even a little frustrating. There was no doubt he had an opinion, but was he keeping it to himself out of consideration for her? She wanted to press him for some answers of her own, for now though she was content to simply leave things as they were so they didn't risk ruining their day. As she reached for the knob of the shower, she paused when he whispered in her ear, prompting her to look over her shoulder and actually try to gauge just how serious he was being. After all, he said it himself; anything that comes out of his mouth are promises. “I have no intention of even trying to slip away from you. Not any time soon and not in the foreseeable future either. I promise.” His tone might've been playful, but Aliyah was wholly serious. She wanted all of him for as long as she possibly could have him, the cost no longer mattered to her. Once she turned on the water, she waited until Jason was walking away, watching him go as she stepped under the spray of water. “I love you too.” It was cowardly of her to wait until he was walking away, until the water would drown out her voice. But she needed to say it, even if she was the only one who could hear it. It just wasn't fair to tell him when she was still wrapped up in Benji. So while she couldn't tell him just yet, she needed to at least get it off of her chest to some degree. Talking about getting a tattoo with Jason was one thing, walking into the parlor however brought to life the nerves of having to actually follow through. While Jason talked with the artist, Aliyah wandered around the lobby to admire the different work on the walls to help ignore the blood rushing in her ears. Her hands had started to shake just the slightest bit from the adrenaline. She had never seen herself as the kind of person to get a tattoo, she didn't look down on them, or people who got them, they just weren't anything that had ever appealed to her before. The paperwork was fairly quick and straightforward, and the young artist was able to draw up the design Jason had come up with even quicker thanks to the simplistic idea. She had thought he might show some sort of reaction when Jason had explained where they were getting the tattoos at, but the artist hardly batted an eye, instead simply moving the two of them over to his station so they could get started. Unsurprisingly, Jason didn't seem to flinch at all as he got his tattoo done. It would have comforted her and possibly even tricked her into thinking that maybe it wouldn't really hurt that bad, if it wasn't for the fact that she had learned not to trust the expressions, or lack of, that he wore. Aliyah chewed softly on her thumbnail as she watched, her gaze drifting between the needle and Jason's expression to see if there might be any sort of change. The soft drone of the tattoo gun was actually a comforting background noise, and before she knew it her own anxiety had lessened to the point her hands were no longer shaking, and Jason's tattoo was done. “It looks good.” She nodded with a smile as Jason got up from the bench, allowing the young man to wipe the seat down and clean up his station so he could set up for hers as well. Part of her wanted to ask Jason to wait elsewhere, she didn't want him to see if she panicked or had a moment of doubt, but if Jason gave her space she knew she would back out. Taking a deep breath, Aliyah slipped her skirt down her hips before taking Jason's place on the bench. With an eager nod of her head, she was about to agree to the numbing cream when Jason beat her to it, turning it down on her behalf, causing her lips to part in disbelief. “Jason-” Her tone was sharp, on the verge of reprimanding him, when he grabbed hold of her ankle and pulled her further down the adjustable bench to settle her legs over his shoulders. The artist was able to compose himself far quicker than she was, as he merely told Jason to hold on tight to her. The tight grip on her legs contrasted against the gentle way his lips and tongue worked against her labia, which were still slightly swollen from their strenuous night. The harsh buzz of the tattoo gun made her flinch, but it wasn't really until that needle touched her skin that she actually tried to pull away. It was purely instinctual, that sharp, blinding pain that reverberated through her lower body as she clenched her jaw shut as tight as she could. “Evil, evil man.” Aliyah hissed under her breath, trying her best to suppress her smile as her breathing slowly came back to normal. Once she had been able to take a few steady breaths, it was easier to move past the pain, just had it had been last night. Her thighs twitched occasionally against Jason's shoulders with that burning need to roll her hips. For forty-five minutes, Aliyah was put through torture similar to what Jason had put her through the night before, yet so different at the same time. Before long, the artist sat back, shutting the tattoo gun off. “You're all done. Make sure you both keep the area clean with antibacterial soap. For the next few days, you'll want to wear loose clothing and be careful with any strenuous activities. It'll be tender for a few days, but there shouldn't be any actual pain.” Aliyah slowly untangled her legs from Jason's hold once she was able to so she could pull her skirt up. “Actually, um, I'm sorry I should have said something earlier, but could we get one more?” She flashed Jason a cheeky smile as the artist scratched the back of his neck. Under normal circumstances the odds of being able to squeeze in another tattoo unplanned would be very unlikely, but given the artist's availability, he had no complaints. Aliyah laid out her idea, the sun for Jason, and earth for herself, in orbit to go on their wrists. It was still a simplistic tattoo, but one that would make it obvious to anyone in the same room as them that they were connected. But for her, it was more than that. Just like how the earth would always be trapped in the sun's orbit, she would never be able to walk away from Jason. “I like the one that you picked out for us, but I want one that'll show others who you belong to as well. If you aren't too afraid to make it a bit more public, at least.”

 

[Keith Logan]

"I have no intention of even trying to slip away from you. Not any time soon and not in the foreseeable future either. I promise." "I love you too."​ Like the greater mass, Aliyah decided to live her life in complacency, believing that tomorrow is an endless resource that will surely come around, with the promise that there is always going to be enough time for her to say the things that she wanted to say, to the people that truly held a place in her heart. Complacency never ever seem like a threat - until it is too late. Walking into the tattoo parlour brought about a sense of opulence. The place was generously spacious, and had a total of four benches. It looked to be a bit of an overkill, especially since it was highly unlikely that more than two benches would be utilised at any one time. One, the island was catered to the rich, and so the inflow of tourists would be limited; and two, the young man seemed to be the only person running the entire site. It seemed more and more likely, that the extra spaces and the unused seats were there just to create a sense of grandeur. For the artist, the parlour was his little haven, his museum with an insane amount of portfolio work being showcased just about anywhere one's eye could reach. It was his sanctuary. That was what he told the couple when they engaged in small talks whilst he was getting their tattoos done. By the end of Aliyah's forty five minutes, the tattoo guy looked particularly proud of the job he had done, as his eyes gazed and admired for a few seconds too long, not at Aliyah's bare womanhood as much as it was pretty sight for sore eye, but of his own work. For Jason, he found great delight in the work he himself had done to his lover's sex, as he had made it completely soaked and engorged. And of course, the artist's work, which was, well, gorgeous too. Although Jason would argue that it was not an easy feat to have gotten a girl nice and wet in the face of stabbing, nerve wrecking pain that hadn't been the slightest bit attenuated by any form of pain relief - Jason's default self ego-stroking naturally playing out within the secret realms of his mind. Both Jason and the artist were mildly surprised, when Aliyah made an eleventh hour request for a second tattoo to be done up for the both of them. The captain was curious as to what she had in mind, but was more than happy to go along with the freshman's spirit of spontaneity. As she pitched her idea, it turned out, that she had far surpassed his expectation. It wasn't just hollow words that she promised about pledging herself to him, but she was actually taking the lead this time to formalise her intention through something very tangible and permanent. It was a giant leap, possibly the next best way she could show just how serious she was about them, apart from finding the courage and impetus to break up with Benji for good. "I like the one that you picked out for us, but I want one that'll show others who you belong to as well. If you aren't too afraid to make it a bit more public, at least."​ "Babe. You and I both know who between the both of us is more hesitant to clear any lingering doubts in the air, once and for all. If you're ready to make us public, I am more than happy to show the rest of the world that you are mine, as I am yours." Jason replied with a soft grin, enthusiastic about following through her idea. They ended up overstaying at the parlour for another hour and a half, had a late lunch, and took a two hours afternoon hike amongst the lush greens to get their food digested, before they decided none of the other island activities available was more interesting that being able to explore each other's anatomy back at the comfort of their mansion. Their remaining eighteen hours or so before check out, comprised of them behaving as if they were spending the last day of their lives together. Immediately upon entering back into the villa, they stripped down to bare nothings, despite them being filthy and sweat drenched from their walk, as Jason took her against the nearest glass paneled door. Sex. Shower. Cuddles. More vigorous sex over the various rooms of the villa, which effectively wasted the effort they put into showering earlier, as the tropic heat had them sweating again in no time. Cuddles. 3 hours of sleep. More sex from dawn till late morning. ​ Even during their cuddles, Jason's cock was always sleeved within the warmth of her maidenhood. Otherwise, they were barely disconnected, apart from the various sporadic minutes in which they needed to move from place to place. And even if they tried to move, Jason would attempt to carry her around with him still buried in her for as much as possible. That was how much they could not bear to break apart from one another. If those number of hours of them willingly conjoining themselves to one another wasn't a strong enough indicator of how clingy they were with one another, it would be how they skipped dinner and breakfast just to continue torturing their respective genitals to a degree of soreness that would take them days to recover from. ​ The rest of the week pretty much involved Aliyah needing to play catch up with her missed assignments, and the various instances in which Benji had to wait up to hours on end before his girlfriend would reply to his text messages. The same treatment could not be said with Jason, far from it in fact, as Aliyah seemed as if she was almost perpetually glued to her phone most of the time, from the manner which she took no time to respond to Jason. Yet, the pair never met up in person for the reason that they knew it would be an absolute distraction, which would derail them from their academic and sporting obligations, judging from how their previous weekend went. For the time being, sexting and unbridled flirtatious banters were what they had to settle with. By the early hours of Friday, Benji was considerably annoyed, when Aliyah continued to leave him in a lurch regarding his upcoming visit. His flight was at six in the morning. And at four, Aliyah still hasn't yet confirm how she was going to pick him up. <4.05am> Benji: Babe? <4.05am> Benji: I'm going to board the flight in just under an hour. <4.06am> Benji: So if you don't hear from me, you know I'm already in the air. <4.07am> Benji: Please let me know how we're going to meet up when I touch down later, yes? <6.00am> Victoria: Morning fellow ACO freshies. We have an impromtu event happening this evening, jointly organised by ACO, along with a number of other key frats. Details will be elaborated on later. But you are expected to be in the ACO compound by 6pm sharp. It is a public event, so you'll be allowed to bring in friends and such if you wish. <6.01am> Victoria: Remember girls, it is very important that you are not to be late for this event. You have been explicitly warned.

 

[FickleVixen]

Aliyah felt incredibly proud of herself to be able to surprise a man as solid as Jason, she had no doubt that he would be on board with the idea. She was so proud, in fact, that she was hardly fazed when he poked again at her reluctance to walk away from her current relationship. She knew by now that he wasn't bringing it up as a way of trying to hurt her or upset her, but to remind her that merely putting it off would not resolve the issue on its own. "I will deal with that issue." Eventually. Just not yet. Her focus was given back to the artist as he worked on their final two pieces. The rest of the day was spent exploring the island after their lunch for as long as they could bear until they decided there was nothing they would rather be doing than enjoying each other. The island was beautiful, there was no denying that, but it didn't hold the same level of excitement or enjoyment that their bodies held. Their indulgence in one other came with little regard for the aches setting into both of their bodies, it was a small price to pay when they both knew that returning to school would mean being able to be with one another less often. She had always thought she knew how her priorities were supposed to go, but now she was actually beginning to question if she hadn't taken on too much in her collegiate life. While Benji would pester and push for her to reconsider, to try and get her to realize she was leaving him behind, Jason didn't need to do that. He was well and truly becoming a drug for her, every time she thought she had enough of him, she found herself wanting more. Nothing outside their villa mattered, not even food, and while their bodies were practically begging them to stop. To just take a break, they couldn't. Hardly a word needed to be said between the two in their final hours together, as if the ink they had embedded into their skin said it all. Whatever their relationship was, it was no longer a simple thing. At least that was how it felt for Aliyah. As if she was finally able to know what it felt like to be alive after having coasted through the last eighteen years of her life. It was enough to almost make her want to cry at times, and she might've if Jason hadn't served as a distraction. Each day that passed, Aliyah wanted to tell Benji to cancel the flight, that something had come up, and she wouldn't be able to pick him up. She had even typed out her excuse several times over, yet she never hit send. As badly as she wanted to, she just couldn't bring herself to pull that trigger. So she put it off, spending the rest of the week practically ignoring him and acting as if when the weekend came he wouldn't be coming with it. She had to force herself to dive back into the school work, telling herself that she was evenly splitting her attention between school and Jason. But she wasn't. The only time she wasn't able to drop what she was doing to give Jason an immediate response was during cheer. By the time Friday rolled around, she was completely unaware of how her lack of responding to Benji was effecting him. She had already promised him initially that she would be there to pick him up once his flight landed, and didn't feel like it was necessary to continuously reassure him that was still the plan. By the time 5:30 had rolled around, and her alarm went off, she knew she had to finally respond to him before he landed to hopefully avoid any sort of complaining when they met up. 5:31am: Heading to the airport now, I'll be at the baggage claim once I figure out where yours is. Being so early in the morning, there was no traffic to fight with, allowing her to arrive in plenty of time before Benji's plane would land. It was as she was heading to the baggage claim that she saw the text from Victoria, usually seeing that name felt like having a sword hanging over her head. But for once, she was actually getting some good news. Normally she would find a mandatory event to be a little annoying, given the fact that she still hadn't caught up with all of her school work yet, but a mandatory event meant having a valid excuse to slip away from Benji. As Aliyah took a seat in one of the empty chairs she glanced down at her arm, she could have chosen to wear something that would hide the new tattoo she had gotten, but sooner or later it was going to come up. She didn't want to seem like she was trying to hide it, since she didn't feel it was anything she needed to be ashamed of. With one leg crossed over the other, she propped her chin into her hand as she scrolled through her phone before deciding to reach out to Jason while she waited. 6:08am: Did you hear that ACO is putting on some sort of event tonight?

 

[Keith Logan]

<6.46am> Jason CGB: Good morning. You're up early. <6.46am> Jason CGB: No, not really. <6.46am> Jason CGB: Would you mind sending me the event details? <6.47am> Jason CGB: We typically do joint events. But these days, I usually get Roderick to handle the day-to-day running of the rugby society, whilst I handle the matters that involve going beyond the premises of Berkeley. <6.47am> Jason CGB: I am.. surprised Rod hasn't already informed me about it. <6.48am> Jason CGB: Do you mind not telling anyone that you've told me about this? I wanna find out what is going on behind the scenes. <6.48am> Jason CGB: I feel like there is a noticeable distance between me and Rod of late. <6.49am> Jason CGB: It would be a little unsettling to know if Rod had been taking the liberty to be running the society independently, without consulting me on matters of this scale. <6.55am> Jason CGB: No chance of me seeing you this weekend, I suppose? With your boyfriend coming over. It really pained Jason to send out the latest message, which came with a short delay. The last weekend was probably the best weekend he had in a while. The euphoria that came about from simply being able to freely express his passion and desires without an ounce of restrain, was something that he would never forget. Reality however, came crashing back the moment they returned back to California. The first day, there was still the post-weekend lingering buzz that he felt within him, and the blues that followed. By Tuesday, he was starting to feel the queasiness settling into his heart and stomach. They were texting, regularly. And it worked like paracetamol to his metaphorical fever. But he was still feeling it. It being, the fact that he still needed to play second fiddle, and that meeting with her boyfriend was something she still had to prioritise over him. Breathe easy, Jason. You can fucking do this and get a grip of yourself. You always do. They just need the opportunity to talk, to sort things out. This meeting is necessary.​ Nobody would have guessed how much a gulf of difference his facade portrayed his emotions to be as opposed to the raging thunderstorm he felt within. This had always been the case. And Aliyah was probably the only one who had gotten a glimpse of how impuissant he could be when a situation was out of his hands, contrary to his warrior front that everyone else knew him to be. Jason had brought himself to be comfortable enough to let Aliyah into his vulnerabilities. He was a strong man. But he was only, a man. Aliyah would never understand the agony he was going through every second, for as long as she dragged the unfinished business, which was not helped by the fact that he had been able to convincingly show Aliyah that he was okay, when he was not. Immediately upon touching down at the airport, Benji's first course of action, was to pull his phone out of air plane mode, even when the plane was still roaring towards a halt. He couldn't wait. When he finally saw Aliya's message, he thought she had no idea how much of an effective panacea it was for him. Suddenly, all the weight and heaviness he felt was completed lifted from his body, even if it was just a fleeting moment. But god, how much he needed that. <7.08am> Benji: Morning babe <7.08am> Benji: Great, I just touched down! <7.08am> Benji: I'll see you in a bit shortly! The difference in textual tone between the couple could not be any more evident. While Benji had always been his genial self, Aliya sounded cold in contrast. While she had never been known to be an avid expresser through text messaging, she had gotten incredibly lukewarm in recent times. And Benji had certainly felt that. It took him a while to get out of the immigration counter and pick up his luggage. Forty minutes on, he finally emerged from the arrival hall. The young lad scanned around the vicinity after making his exit. When his eyes finally laid on his beloved, a wide grin emerged, as he brisked himself over to his girlfriend, releasing the handle of his baggage to give Aliyah one of his tightest embrace yet. He needed that hug more than anything. It was only when his love meter had gotten fairly recharged that he released her. It was then that he only gotten the time to visually inspect Aliyah with greater detail. She has... changed. She was dressed like.. for a lack of a better and more accurate term, a slut. Aliyah had always been relatively conservative. Yes, she was a fan of form hugging apparels back at high school that showed off all her curves and her fine, fit definition. But she had always been fully clothed. Now, her side boobs were literally spilling. And that two strings that were keeping her top together look precariously loose. And she is... braless? He was in two hearts. On one hand, he could appreciate her 'dressing up' for the occasion. On the other hand, he could not fathom the idea that she had been walking around campus dressed in the way she did, drawing attention onto her, if this was her new fashion style. "Wow Aly. You look.. ravishing." "Mh. You usually dress like this these days?" "Guys must be all over you huh? Haha." He didn't mean it so much as a snide remark from his tone, although deep down, he was genuinely concerned. But Benji had always been able to put on a smile even when he felt hurt. And in the recent weeks, Aliyah had been putting Benji in that spot already on numerous occasions. As Benji closed in, he attempted to cup a feel against her left boob, giving it a firm squeeze. Normally, Benji had been shy about public display of affection. But his penned up frustration over the weeks had gotten him pass his inhibition that morning. He needed to touch her. It did not just stop there, as Benji reached in and stole a firm kiss from her lips, suckling them passionately with blatant disregard for the many strangers passing by them. How insanely cathartic was that for the broken boy. "Shall we head back to your place and talk about what we wanna do for the weekend?" "You're staying at your frat house now, right? Would be cool to give it a visit." His ensuing smile, so typically boyish and uniquely Benji.