In the weeks that followed the beginning of the semester Aislinn hardly ever got the chance to even greet Levy before he was dragged away by the popular students. They shared many classes together but Verona always made sure that her little group of followers were there to keep them separated.
Levy didn't seem to hold Verona in high regard though which made Aislinn happy. It was obvious by his annoyed expression every time they showed up that they were really starting to bother him. Aislinn hoped she would be around when he finally snapped and told them all to get lost.
Though she felt certain that Levy had only been kind because of the circumstances of their first meeting he didn't seem to dislike her. In fact, to everyone's curiosity, including hers, he seemed to have taken a liking to her much to Verona's disdain. Verona worked double time to keep them separated, a feeble attempt on her part to hinder what little social standing Aislinn even had.
Annoyed by Verona but also all the talk about the upcoming school Soiree, Aislinn made a b-line to her secret garden retreat as soon as lunch rolled around. Though she would have some of her artwork displayed at the pre-soiree festival she wouldn't be going to the Soiree itself. It wasn't because she didn't want to go, it was because she knew that no one would ask her to go and it was an unwritten rule that attending without a partner was a big no-no.
She made her way through mazes of crumbling walls, tall grasses, and overgrown bushes to the very back of the gardens where the giant angel fountain stood. It seemed to be broken now but it was still incredibly beautiful.
A large immaculately carved granite angel stood in the middle of the fountain, its hands and wings outstretched towards heaven while several cherubs danced around her. Aislinn could sit for hours trying to draw it but she so far she had never been able to adequately capture its true beauty on paper.
She dropped her backpack beside the fountain and whipped out her drawing pad and pencil and had just sat down when something hit the back of her head. She looked up to find the source was none other then Levy himself. He sat in a nearby tree with a handful of wild berries.
"I didn't think anyone else knew about this place." He said tossing the uneaten berries away before climbing down.
"Should I ask how you know about this place?"
"I studied maps of the campus before coming here so I wouldn't have to worry about getting lost. I was tired of being hounded so I thought I'd check this place out." He explained straightening his clothes a little.
"The depths of their vanity and pettiness knows no bounds." Aislinn said, shaking her head.
Levy ran his hand through his hair before joining her beside the fountain. He sat silently, watching her attempt to draw despite knowing that his very presence made concentration near impossible for her.
"I can't concentrate with you looking over my shoulder like that Levy." She finally huffed.
"Is that so? Tell me
Csitri
, why is it you always become so flustered around me?" Levy asked scooting closer to her, a wicked smile on his face.
"Stop teasing me!" She growled, pushing him away.
Levy giggled like a mischievous child. He enjoyed teasing her, seeing her reactions, watching the blush as it crept up her neck to color her cheeks. He simply ignored the curious and even condemning looks he received from those around them when he payed attention to Aislinn.
"So what were you going to draw?" Levy asked when Aislinn turned her attention back to her drawing pad.
"Dunno, whatever decided it wanted to be drawn."
"Can I make a request then?"
"Sure, I guess."
"Will you draw me if I model for you?"
And there is was, that rose colored blush, so beautiful! Levy scooted close to her again and began to casually play with the stray hair that had fallen out of Aislinn's hair clip. Before Aislinn realized what was happening Levy was sitting snugly behind her running his hands through her loosed flame red hair. It felt so, so good. The only person who had every played with her hair was her mother and that hadn't happened in a long time.
It took every ounce of control Levy possessed to keep from pouncing on Aislinn. Her pleasure was his pleasure and he loved the cute little moans she tried to stifle each time he gently ran his hands through her long hair. How he'd longed for a moment such as this, even dreamt of it.
"You have no idea how incredibly sexy your little sounds are!" Levy whispered into her ear, his cool breath on her neck sending a cascade of gooseflesh across her skin.
His voice somehow broke the trance he'd placed upon her and somehow she found the strength to pull away from him. He frowned up at her but didn't move. She couldn't explain why but somehow she felt as though Levy was like a coiled serpent getting ready to strike as he stared at her with his unblinking gaze.
Honestly she was terrified of him. He seemed to have a strange power over her. With just a glance he could send her mind and body into chaos and he knew it, how could he not. Every time she thought about him or was anywhere near him her emotions spiraled out of control and logic vanished from her mind. It was scary just how easy it was for her to abandon reason for lust while in his presence.
"You should go the Soiree with me!!"
For a moment her heart stopped as she looked down at him. Impossible! Had she really heard him right? Had he really just asked her to attend the Soiree with him? It couldn't be. What kind of horrible joke was he trying to play on her?!
"Are you insane?" She asked dumbfounded.
Levy sighed before getting to his feet and walking over to her. At nearly 6' 2" he towered over most everyone. With anyone else she would have felt overwhelmed but with Levy she'd always felt protected being near him.
"Do you have any idea how you appear to others Aislinn?"