<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: John’s bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br/><hr/><br/><br/>John briefly closed his eyes when she stole a kiss from his lips. She had done it before—last night actually, and as he opened them, there she was, walking away. Any explanation about his sister and her jealousy could wait. John was hungry and all the synonyms that went with the word.<br/><br/>“Oh, do I hunger,” John returned softly.<br/><br/>He stepped toward her, resting his hand upon her hip and giving it an enticing squeeze. With his other hand, he passed his fingers through her blonde, strawberry perfumed locks and rested his palm against the back of her neck. His thumb lightly traced along her jaw as he stared deeply into her blue pools. He wasn’t going to let her run from him. Not this time.<br/><br/>“I trust you Carol. I trust you’ll teach me about this world, and help me understand John. I still have a promise to keep.”<br/><br/>John moved in, his lips centimeters from tasting her own until a strange call and gunfire sounded from one of the men’s dorms. The sound had got his blood-pumping. Could there have been battle? He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the urge he had to just run and see what was going on. Carol hadn’t seemed too bothered by it, so it couldn’t have been anything of great importance, right?…But still. John bowed his head and bore his teeth in secret. He didn’t wish for her to see just how difficult it was for him to “resist.”<br/><br/><em>Damn. Why now?</em>he thought. What did Tyche have against him?<br/><br/>He just had to focus on Carol, and how sad she was when last time he had chosen to fight. How upset she was, her eyes a glitter with sadness when he had ran her out of his room. John wanted to do the right thing and for once show some control. With a huff of pent up tension, John said quietly, “Hell with it.”<br/><br/>John pressed a hard and desperate kiss to the blonde Avenger’s lips. He was convinced that this was what needed to be done, and he prayed to the gods he wouldn’t regret it. Carol had kissed him so many times, and it was his turn to return the heat. He couldn’t think of a better time for if they had gone to lunch, then what were the odds of there being another flying car to ruin everything? The smell of strawberries; the feel of her lips; that, too, had got his heart racing. He owed her this kiss.<br/><br/>There was then a duel in the hallway. Guns popped loudly followed by yelling and the hiss and crackle of…what was that sound? John frowned deeply. He didn’t know how much more he could take.