Aeron’s body was tensed beneath the vehicle, his tight knit black t-shirt clinging to his broad chest which had become lathered in his perspiration whilst a cough of fumes heated the air from the exhaust pipe of the car he worked on. Twisting the wrench easily, he rose from his crouch by the strength of his thighs, most of his exposed tawny skin smeared with dark lines of the oils he had used to loosen bolts. Lip curling in distaste to expose his canine, he loped out of the garage with his familiar confidence, slamming the doors shut before slinging his duffel over his shoulder and mounting his pitch motorbike. Kicking it into life, the male paid little heed to the speed regulations, his blood bubbling through his veins, the aroma of fuel and sweat clinging to his muscle in abandon. The nights events were yet to be soon, yet Aeron felt anticipation roiling in his gut, knowing that regardless of circumstance, his woman would be in a fiery lust when he arrived.<br/><br/>In a dirt ridden position, the blue denim of his jeans shadowed with dust and petrol, Aeron lunged from his bike, leaping the steps to his home quickly and unlocking the door. Striding inside, he glanced around for Jennifer with his pale blue eyes, idly tracing a finger along his stubbled jaw line. “Jennifer?” He called in his deep timbre, flinging his bag to the side before stalking through the house in search for his Love.<br/>