Eternal Blossom

Almost a full week later Aiyana woke up on her birthday, a bright Friday morning, and she grumbled as the sunlight bit through her still shut eyelids, interrupting her peaceful sleep.
She had managed to talk the men out of a big birthday party, but she hadn’t managed to talk them out of drinks that evening.

Sighing, she rolled over and grabbed her cell phone to check the time. Cracking one heavily lashed eyelid open, she scowled at the time.Nine in the morning. She had called off work today, knowing that some of the worst things happened on her birthday. She refused to have a repeat of last year’s painting ruination.

Getting up, she made her way to the shower, and stood there as her shoulders and back slowly relaxed under the hot spray of the nozzle. When she felt a little more human, she washed and climbed out.

Standing there naked, she looked in the mirror. Another year older. She really didn’t feel any different. She still felt like a 31 year old trapped in the body of a 70 year old. Correction, she thought to herself, a 32 year old body. One that felt like it was still 70 with all the various aches and pains. At least her pain wasn’t bad today.

Running a towel over her body, she then wrapped it around her hair and made her way back to her room to put on her pajamas. With a yawn, she pulled out a pair of fuzzy unicorn printed pajama pants and a black tank top. She was going to wait until the last moment to adult today, she decided.

As she got dressed she thought about her family, and how well they aged. The native side aged so gracefully, and embraced every grey hair, every wrinkle. It was knowledge and wisdom that they had earned, and she apparently still hadn’t learned much. With a chuckle, she threw her towel into the laundry basket.

Aiyana twisted her hair until it formed a tight bun on top of her head, deciding to let it make it’s own waves by drying that way. It would take hours, and if it was still wet tonight, maybe she could use it as an excuse to not leave her hermitage.

She made herself a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, and sat at the kitchen island to eat. Her inner monologue was strong today, and it was telling her that it wasn’t a good day to leave her humble abode. It was a day to lie around the house and watch horrible B rated horror movies. The ones where a single person died, and there were copious amounts of gore, often too many limbs thrown about for a single person, and a cheesy story line.

Just as her fork was raising to her lips, Brian strolled through her door, making her throw the fork in his general direction, as it scared the proverbial shit out of her.

“God fucking damnit, Bri! I could have killed you,” she yelled as she realized who it was.

Brian chuckled and looked down at the fork that had fallen a foot shy of him. Looking back up at her, he arched an eyebrow, and held up two bags that had IHOP in them.

“I come bearing breakfast, and you throw utensils at me,” he asked, feigning hurt.

Aiyana rolled her eyes and held her hands out for the bags after pushing the plate of scrambled eggs out of her way.

“Gimmie, gimmie,” she chirped, suddenly feeling her mood lift from dour to apprehensively happy with his arrival with food.

“I was going to bring it in and come wake you up,” he told her as he handed her the bags.
“And, just wondering, but who put that art work on your garage door?”

Aiyana stopped pulling things out of the bag, and looked up at him, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion before she set down a container of pancakes, and rushed out her front door to see for herself.

There, on her white garage door, in big, angry, bold letters, ‘WHORE’ was spray painted, surrounded by what looked like doodles that were badly done, and they too, in spray paint.
Well, at least someone practiced spray painting doodles before making their statement.

Groaning, she covered her eyes with her hands, and didn’t uncover them until she heard Brian walking up to her from the direction of her front door. Nope. They were still there. The spray paint hadn’t magically disappeared.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it! I told ya’ll, my birthday is always a shitty day” she exclaimed as she put her hands on her hips, surveying the work again.

“Well, at least your cars weren’t outside. Someone keyed the ever loving shit out of Matt’s truck on Wednesday. They scraped the paint right down to the…” Brian trailed off, and he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, dialing Matt’s number.

Aiyana looked over at Brian, waiting for him to finish his statement. When he didn’t, and grabbed his cell phone, she finished for him, “primer. I know. He told me about that when we had lunch on Thursday.”

“Hey, man. Remember when your car got keyed? Well, what do you think the odds would be that someone also spray painted ‘whore’ into Aiya’s garage door last night,” he asked into the device.

“Fucking Kristy,” Aiyana groaned loudly as she leaned her head back to look up at the sky, comprehension finally taking her to the same space as Brian.

“Yeah, Aiya just came to the same conclusion…..yeah, I’ll tell her man. See you tonight,” Brian stated as he hung up.

Turning to face his girlfriend, he reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders , turning her to face him instead of her garage.

“Matt said he’s sorry and he’ll send someone over to get it off,” Brian told her calmly.

“Fine. It’s fine,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist as she laid her head on his chest.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her as they both thought of the little terror known as Kristy, wondering where she would strike next, and with what.

“Lets go eat, hopefully that’s all the bad shit this birthday brings,” Aiyana said to him softly, hoping that the cosmos didn’t bring her any other havoc today.

“Way ahead of you, babe,” Brian smiled, and led her into the house by a hand.


Seated at her kitchen island, they ate their breakfast as they discussed her plans for the day.
She made the decision to tell him that she was a little less apprehensive of going out tonight for drinks since she’d already gotten her birthday present from hell. He in return told her about the surprise cake, not wanting her to bolt the moment everyone pulled it out at Johnny’s.

“How about we start the movies after I give you your present,” Brian posed in question as he cleared the trash for her.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything, Brian, and I don’t mean that in the way girls usually do. I really mean you didn’t need to get me anything. Breakfast was more than enough,” she told him as she pushed the stools back in and made her way into the living room.

“I brought you pot, Aiya,” he chuckled, producing an ounce of the best herb he could find from his pocket.

“In that case, hand it over,” she said with a laugh as she plopped down onto the couch.

She was relieved that he hadn’t gone to any extremes, and had stuck to what he knew instead of enlisting Rayne’s help. As much as she loved the girl, she also knew that Rayne could get carried away when it came to gifts. Besides, she loved that he cared enough to get her anything at all.

Sitting beside her, he handed it to her, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Aiyana’s eyes fluttered closed and she kissed him back. Placing the baggy into her lap, she slid her hands up to rest lightly on either side of his neck, her thumbs stroking the soft skin just behind his ears.

Brian deepened the kiss, pulling her onto his lap as he settled back into the cushions of the couch. With her straddling his lap, his hands moved over her generous curves, his fingertips sliding under the hem of her shirt to caress the expanse of flesh there.

Aiyana shivered in his arms and bit his bottom lip lightly as she pulled back from the kiss. The nip pulled a groan from Brian, and he nuzzled her nose with his own lightly before opening his deep brown eyes to look into her smoky blues.

“I have something else for you for your birthday, but you have to unwrap it,” he said with a wink.

She couldn’t help but laugh at his innuendo, and she crashed their lips together again, her tongue instantly darting into his mouth as she moved her hips in small circles on top of him.
Brian groaned at her movements and reached up, pulling her hair down from its bun so he could grip her hair at the roots in his long fingers.

When she moaned, Brian pulled a little harder, and felt himself stiffen. He’d fully intended to ravish her, but he had also planned to do so after spending a little time with her. The day was supposed to be about her, so he decided to put his plan into action.

Brian rose to his feet, his hands moving from her hair to her ass so he could support her weight more easily. Aiyana’s eyes opened wide with a gasp when he stood with her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist quickly, not wanting to be dropped.

He chuckled, and nipped at her neck with his teeth as he walked down the hall with her as if she weighed nothing.

“Brian, you’ve never picked me up unless it was to pin be against a wall. Please don’t drop me,” she cringed, her arms clinging to his shoulders.

“Stop. I’m not weak, and you’re not that heavy,” he chuckled as he entered her bedroom.

Finally relaxing as she watched the living room disappear, she ran the flat of her tongue over the shell of his ear before biting it lightly. She was amazingly turned on by his display of strength, and she was glad he’d waited to pull that little stunt.

Brian dropped her onto the bed, causing it to wave as he smiled down at her.

“It’s your birthday, and that means it’s all about you today. I wonder how many times I can make you cum, Aiya,” he told her in a deep, husky voice as he grabbed her pants by the ankles and pulled them from her body.

Notes

Kristy strikes! (But will that be all of her havoc?!)

Let me know what you think, and if you want this to continue. Not going to lie to ya'll. Plot bunny ran away with the train on this one a little while back, and I've just been letting it run the reigns.