The Traps of Black Swan

## Warning. There are no significant plot details in this chapter other than Aarvi trying to overcome her fear of the male body. You can skip this chapter too. ##

"Exhausted?" Aaron asked, peppering Aarvi's flushed little face with little pecks waiting for her to catch a breath. Noticing a drop of sweat trickle down, he noted her still huffing.

He was okay if she was exhausted but felt something amiss, looking her brows slightly quiver.

Aarvi felt dizzy by everything. She took his hand and placed it on her chest. She asked him breathily, "W-why is it... still so loud?" She wasn't so physically weak for her heart to beat so erratically, even after her a few deep long breaths.

Her eyes opened after realizing her heart couldn't endure all the excitement. She bit her lip, looking at Aaron, who was forcefully calming himself down. She was disappointed in herself for having a weak heart which stopped them halfway.

"Aaron, I..."

Aaron stole away the rest of the words from her lips. It was a gentle, quick kiss. He just stopped her from speaking or taking the blame or being disheartened.

He cupped her face, leaving his weight on the elbow of his other hand. After another quick peck on the corner of her lips, "Looks like..." His voice trailed off, grabbing her attention. There was no discontent but a little smirk at the corner of his lips, and his eyes had the shine hiding his dangerous desire.

"Your heart went weak at me." He playfully remarked, lifting his eyebrows at her.

Aarvi couldn't stop her soft, light chuckle. That was cheesy, but also the truth.

Aaron added with his finger tapping on her heart, "Now we have to train this strong for me."

Aarvi was about to ask how they could make her poor little heart strong; he again stole away her words from the tip of her tongue. It was clear that he didn't want her to worry.

A cold run down her spine when the tip of his tongue traced the corner of her lips. Holding his shoulder, Aarvi couldn't bring herself to push him but savor the little ripples he was causing in her, "Why are you- Mhmm t-tortur-..."

She had heard couples break up for not having a good physical relationship, and here he was torturing himself. Yet, she could only succumb to his kisses and teases before he was able to pull himself up from her.

He half shrugged his shoulders, pulling her up from the bed, "Then stop being addictive."

Aarvi: "..."

He carried her up in his arms while she tried to cover herself with her slender hands. She shivered when he nibbled her neck where he hadn't left a mark, "I have already seen you."

Aarvi: "..."

That doesn't mean she was going to walk around naked in front of him. She thought that she should have grabbed the duvet.

Seeing the fresh red petal-like mark appear on her sensitive milky skin, Aaron was satisfied before leaving her down at the glass shower block.

While balancing back on her feet, Aarvi's forearm unintendedly brushed over the bulge in his pants. Her face flamed, and Aaron cut off his low grunt to go unnoticed by her.

He turned around hastily to leave from there as he plainly said, "Take a quick shower."

Anyway, Aarvi was in deep contemplation. She felt her heart shudder and fingers ball into a fist at her own thought, but she still chose to do what she felt right.

She didn't want her fear to affect them in any way. She didn't want to take advantage of his consideration. She has to overcome her fear, so why not today? Even if she couldn't do it, she knew Aaron won't blame her.

She tried to reach his hand but missed. Her fingers trailed down his smooth back, getting nothing to grab. She felt his back stiffen to her touch, and her face turned another shade of red when she held his pant.

Anyway, she pulled him back while Aaron was trying his best to remain calm. "Aarvi..." His restrained voice was dark.

Both were having their own hard time, and she made her mind hoping she could break off her limits. She tried to look at Aaron's face standing behind him, "I- I can help your..."

'Your?' She scratched her head as she picked out the word while watching his side profile, "- L-little Monster."

He felt a twitch in his pants. His body was already excited at her words.

Aaron: "..."

Should he teach her how to address his manhood?

He took a deep, loud breath. His shoulders slightly drooped before he turned around to face Aarvi. He didn't know if he should be proud of her for trying to step out of her comfort zone or call her a fool.

Her face was scarlet red as though all the blood had surged up to her face. Despite wording that she could help the 'Little Monster, ' she looked perplexed.

Aarvi's eyes darted around standing between the glass walls, under his scrutinizing gaze. She was instinctively trying to find something to cover herself without panicking.

Aaron knew she wasn't comfortable standing without clothes, and it was totally normal. His eyes stayed on her eyes, trying to catch if she was forcing herself into it by ignoring her fear.

There was only uncomfortableness. Aaron doubted if it is also for what she said. His hand cupped her back head making her face him. His words were firm and unyielding, "Aarvi, you don't have to push yourself into anything. Anything means any bloody thing."

Aarvi blinked at him. She sensed he was worried about her when she had gathered her courage to help him from getting himself tortured.

Could she just smack him?

She changed her route, "Are you perhaps shy?..." She innocently blinked.

Aaron: "..."

Aarvi continued with another hypothesis, "Are you afraid that I might do something to your... Little Monster?"

Aaron understood she was determined to help him... correction, his excited Little Monster.

Should he just scare her away?

He took a step narrowing his eyes at hers. Aarvi, who had expected various reactions from him, failed to read his aloofness and unknowingly stepped back, continuing her efforts to read him.

"And how are you going to help me?" He asked.

Aarvi gulped the nonexistent saliva hearing his question. She slowly lifted her right hand, biting her inner lip. She has common sense too. "Perhaps..." She took another step back, "Rubbing." It came out more like a whisper.

Ahh... She wanted to bury herself somewhere.

Aaron almost tripped hearing her. Why did he even expect the response to be, I don't know? Probably almost all the older teenagers know those types of things.

The confidence and the boldness she had slowly broken down, seeing him unreactive when she had left all her shame trying to do something for him. Her body turned cold, and her fingers shook, feeling humiliated.

She had just thought it was the right thing as his girlfriend. She felt like she wouldn't be embarrassed if she would have behaved modestly like many women.

She turned away from him and drew a long, silent breath from her mouth. She tried her best to sound nonchalant, "Fine, go." She twisted the shower knob clenching her teeth to control her emotions.