Author’s note: We don’t really have much info canon wise on our PM MCs, and I wanted to dig in more to who is Aaron Park, as well as explore his dynamic with Sloane more. Plus more Perfect Match, yay!
Summary: Aaron is confronted by Sloane concerning the lack of things he’s shared with her about himself.
Word count: 912
song rec: Tell Me All About It by Natalie Cole
The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, the fast rise and fall of their chests in harmony with one another. Aaron and Sloane were in his bed, her arms wrapped around him as he lay still collapsed against her. Slowly, he lifted his head, giving her a kiss on the cheek before sliding off. “That was…” Sloane’s voice trailed off, exhausted but happy. “I know,” Aaron replied, allowing room for Sloane to adjust herself and cuddle next to him. She reached for his hair, lazily brushing back curls slicked with sweat. The bedside table buzzed angrily, and Aaron looked over to find that his phone made the ugly noise. He picked it up, glanced at the message, and sighed, answering the text before tossing it back.
“What’s wrong?” Sloane asked, fingers tracing his cheek now. She wasn’t a stranger to the way Aaron craved constant skin contact, especially after being so intimate. “My dad,” he rolled his eyes, but there was an undeniable warmth in his tone. “They’re having a garage sale this weekend and he wants me to Face-Time him back about some old stuff of mine.” Sloane nodded, lost in thought. “Do they…know about me?” she asked in a timid voice. Aaron rushed to reassure her, “Yeah, of course!”
What he didn’t tell her was that Nadia had shared that they thought he couldn’t shut up about her and were growing impatient in meeting her as more time went on. But Aaron didn’t want to share her just yet. Once Sloane met his mother, it was game over and she might as well date her instead. Aaron pulled Sloane closer at the thought. “Dad’s cool, but I don’t think my mom’s really gotten over the fact that I have’t achieved anything above being a high school English substitute teacher.” Sloane frowned. “Those kids love you!” she argued. “And you told me you love being there at the school.” Aaron sighed. “I do.”
Sloane’s fingers moved to his lips, and he nipped them playfully. “But Mom would adore you. Hell, she probably already does. She wanted me to go into engineering.” Aaron made a face causing Sloane to giggle. He pulled her in for a slow kiss.
“She came over to the states with my grandparents when she was fifteen years old, and she was the only one who spoke English well enough. I learned Tagalo listening to them speak to each other because for some reason, no one wanted to teach me or Nadia,” Aaron shook his head. “Sorry, I’m ranting. You probably don’t want to hear this.” Sloane’s eyes widened in protest. “Are you kidding me? I know almost nothing about you!” She blindly searched under the covers until her fingers found his. “You know the important stuff,” Aaron argued, referring to the game of Never Have I Ever the gang had played on the ride to Moscow. He pulled her on top so Sloane was looking down at him. He cupped her breasts, messaging them, but stopped when she leaned back on her knees, closer to his growing erection. If Sloane noticed, she didn’t say anything.
“Aww, come back.”
“Aaron, I’m serious. You never say anything about your family, or growing up, and your parents know me but I’ve never met them.” Aaron sat up, annoyed.
“Sloane, I never met your mom.”
“You’ve video-chatted her! At least she knows what you look like,” Sloane huffed, pushing herself off Aaron. “Where are you going?” Aaron asked, watching as she searched the floor for her shirt and underwear. Only locating the shirt, she pulled it on, snatched her glasses up from beside Aaron’s phone, and headed for the door. “I’m hungry.”
Aaron hopped up, following after her after snatching on a pair of boxer shorts. “Sloane, c’mon. Sloane?” He cut off her pathway to the refrigerator, trying not to get distracted by her pouty face. Or the fact that her long shirt hid the fact she wasn’t wearing underwear. The urge to pull her towards him was strong. She refused to look him in the eyes. He sighed, unsure how to make the situation better. “I guess I’ve never met someone who didn’t already know everything about me. I prefer listening to talking.” He slowly approached Sloane, relief flooding him when she didn’t move away.
“Mom’s side of the family always have these huge Filipino parties. And I know you’re not exactly big on huge get togethers with loads of people.” Sloane looked up then. “But you’ve never said anything until now. Maybe I’d have fun.” Aaron couldn’t help it. He snorted, failing to hold back his laughter. A ghost of a smile appeared on Sloane’s lips.
“Well, for the first fifteen minutes.” Aaron closed the lingering distance between them, kissing the top of her head. “I guess I just find you more interesting than me.” Sloane pulled back, smacking his shoulder.
“Hey!”
“Stop that! Aaron Park you are the most interesting, sweetest, bravest, most supportive person I’ve ever met!” Her voice grew softer. “And you picked me over Harper.” Aaron shook his head, but realized with a start what they both were doing. “No, Sloane, we picked each other.” He took her hand and placed it on his chest, across his heart. “My heart beats only for you.” Sloane laughed in spite of herself. She pressed her lips against Aaron’s, dissolving into giggles again. God, he loved her laugh. “Ask me anything. I’m an open book.”