Insomniacs (#1)

77. punishment*

double update! 76 + 77

I wince as she presses the cloth to my bleeding knuckles.

"Idiot." She grumbles, that scowl still on her face, "So stupid. You don't ever think with your head."

She has such a pretty fucking scowl.

I open my mouth to speak but she sends me a look so I shut right up, like a kid being reprimanded. She told me not to and I did anyways and I'd be lying if I said I regretted it so I'll let her shout at me.

She stands between my legs and holds my hand between us, my cuts still avidly bleeding down my arm. She's calm as she takes care of it but still irritated. I'd ripped open my knuckles.

"Sorry." I mutter.

"Shut up." She says back, "1-10?"

She's asking about the pain, "6." I answer truthfully.

I pull her closer as she gently rinses the washcloth of my blood, in the sink besides us and dampens it again to return to cleaning my cuts. She's focused and I know not to pester her but it's so tempting, having her near me like this.

Just as my fingers start to skim up her legs, she lifts her knee like she's about to hit my crotch. I immediately drop my hands and hold them up in surrender and she lowers her knee. I can see the tiny smile she's holding back.

"He was going to drug you. What'd you want me to do?" I wrap my free arm around her lower back, "Not punch him?"

"Yes. Precisely." She shakes her head at me and I smile slightly at the little scrunch between her eyebrows.

"You're so pretty."

"They took him to hospital and if he presses charges, you'll get sent back to Juvie. You know that." She continues, ignoring me.

"Will you visit me, love?" I muse, reaching up to kiss her jaw and smirking into it slightly when I know I'm riling her up.

"I'll leave you in there. You need a time out." She says back.

"Hm." I nuzzle my face against her neck, my dark hair against her fair skin, "I do, huh? Have I not been your good boy?" I say with amusement and plant kisses, one after another, down her neck.

Gently, she runs her hands up my arms and a bolt of excitement courses through me. Until she tilts her head against mine to whisper, "Keep touching me and I'll kick you out of this apartment, good boy."

I swallow at how that made my stomach turn. I smirk as I obey and pull away from her neck, leaning back against the mirror behind me. She returns her attention to my cuts but for a fleeting second, she flits her eyes to mine. I smile at the heat in those eyes before she turns her gaze away.

She's tied the t-shirt above her waist so I can see her heartbreaker tattoo. The dark ink against her skin and the knowledge that if the shirt was lifted higher, I'd be able to see kiss me, just below her breast. The tattoo I'd marked with my hickeys countless times.

Ria's black hair, silky and smooth and framing her face. Complimenting her eyes that look more green than amber today. Full lips that are all swollen, and pink and flushed and so fuckable— no, Luca. Fuck.