Okay guys, this is it! Short and sweet, but it's for all the Aaron/Marta lovers out there ;) Let me know what you all think and if I should write more stories like this! Thanks everyone! :)
Aaron Cross pulled up into the hotel and paid for a room for the next two nights. He and Marta pulled themselves tiredly up the stairs and into their hotel room.
"Aaron," Marta said quietly, "you changed Xavier's name, just like you changed mine to June."
Aaron nodded, taking off his sweat-stained shirt. "Yes, I did. It will keep him safe. I want you both safe, always."
Marta was quiet as she laid down on the bed. "I wasn't sure," she finally said, "if I would ever trust another person in my life."
"What do you mean?" Aaron questioned, sitting down on the bed across from Marta.
Marta sighed deeply. "I was supposed to marry a man named Peter Boyd last year. He left me though, because he thought I was cheating on him." Marta began to choke up. "I wasn't," she whispered. "But when I infected you with live virus last year, and you found out later, you didn't even leave me. You've always been with me, you've always protected me," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Why?"
"Because I need you too," Aaron whispered back, placing his hand on her cheek. "I don't know why, I don't know when I knew it for sure, I've just known I've always needed you. You're the only consistent thing in my life, Doc, you're always there for me." He paused, gazing into her eyes. "I trust you."
Marta looked up, wiping away her tears. "I trust you," she responded softly. Marta got up off the bed and went into the bathroom to go wash her face. Aaron followed her.
As Marta wiped her face dry, Aaron said bluntly, "God, you're a warrior."
Marta wiped her face and turned around. "How am I a warrior, Aaron? You keep saying that, but I cry over a kid I barely even know, I cry over a man I don't even love anymore, and I cry over you, God knows why!"
Aaron took three more steps to Marta and opened his arms for her. Marta didn't fight it. She fell into his warm embrace, for the second time that day, and nestled her head in his neck. He protectively enveloped her with his strong arms, and she gripped on to his back tightly. Tears began to drip off her eyes and onto Aaron's shoulder, which only made him pull her even closer.
"Shh," he whispered, stroking her hair. Marta didn't want to admit how good that felt.
He was doing it. Aaron was falling for his doctor—hard. He was in love.
Would it really be that bad if he just relaxed for a few days? He was, after all, off the grid. How bad could it be? And Marta needed him more than anything. She needed to know he would always be there for her. He would never leave her.
Marta hadn't been this close to anyone, let alone a man, since Peter Boyd. And Peter Boyd couldn't make her feel this good. Only Aaron Cross had this effect on her, only he could make her shiver with warmth, happy on the inside. It was only him. And his strong, muscular body pressed firmly against hers felt better than anything in the world right now.
"Shh," Aaron whispered soothingly, rubbing his hands down her arms. "Come on, let's go to bed," he whispered. "You're tired, you need sleep."
"No," Marta cried, gripping onto Aaron's body. "Don't leave me," she begged. Aaron pulled away.
"Look at me right now," he said, grasping her face with his hands. "I have the ability to kill anyone I so choose, at any moment, but I don't kill you, Marta. I will never leave you, ever. And don't ever think that."
Aaron didn't even think about what he was going to do next. It had never even crossed his mind, was completely unplanned. But as Aaron was standing there with Marta, her face trapped between his hands, staring into her beautiful eyes, he knew what he was going to do. Slowly, Aaron tilted his head and his lips collided with hers.
It was like fireworks. Even Peter Boyd had never kissed her like that, but Marta should have known, this was Aaron Cross. He did everything so passionately, so why should his kiss be any different?
He kept his lips completely enclosed on hers, and dropped one hand to rest on the small of her back, the other still stroking her cheek. Marta moved her hands down to his bare chest and stroked his abs.
Aaron was good. No, he was better than good. As the kiss heated up, he gently slid his tongue into her mouth, making Marta weak at the knees. He held her with both of his hands now at her waist, and Marta moved her hands to run her fingers through his hair. His perfect, dirty-blonde hair.
Aaron couldn't remember the last time he had felt so good. He moved his hands back to Marta's cheeks and slowly released his lips from hers. The two just stood there staring at each other, in complete silence. Finally, Marta fell into his arms again and he carried her over to the bed.
This time, Aaron didn't roll over to the far corner of the bed, bundled up in a ball. He laid closer to her and rested his arm on her back. Marta thought that probably felt better than anything Peter Boyd could ever do.
The rest of their lives were going to be hard. They were going to strenuous, and their lives would be endangered every single day. But they had something bigger than that: each other. "I'll never leave you, Doc," Aaron whispered, placing a small kiss on the top of her head. "I'll be with you every step. Between the raindrops."