I open an eye and groan at the clock. I turn around to cuddle Wendy and maybe wake her up like she did to me yesterday but I find her spot empty.It's not so cold so she isn't up since too long. I groan again and I get up
I walk to my closet and enter it. I grab a boxer and put it on before growing downstairs.
When I walk to the living room I see Wendy pouting on the couch while caressing my cat, Alpine
I stand in the doorway and I cross my arms against my chest
"Why are you pouting like a 4 years old kid that hadn't had his ice cream ?"
It seems to have upset her more than I though as she looks at me with her beautiful mouth open and then close it before looking down at Alpine
I chuckle and I walk to her. I sit next to her and she looks on the other way so she doesn't look at me
She want me to believe that she's mad but I know she's not.
"Wendy drop that attitude and talk right now or you'll regret it" I say calmly but firmly too
She sighs and looks at me "I wanted to paint this morning. I really wanted but I can't"
"Why can't you ?" she rolls her eyes like it was oblivious
I'll make sure that she remembers that she can't do that.
"Because I don't have any canvas here" she says annoyed. She's not annoyed by me but by the situation
"Get up and go take your paint brush and come back here" I pat her thigh
She looks at me confused but then get up. I grab her arm and she turns around looking down at me
I wiggle 2 fingers at her, telling her to bend down.
When she does it I kiss her lips "good morning" I smirk at her and she giggles shaking her head before desapear through the door
I get up and I start to take my shirt off. I'm just now on my boxer and I sit back on the couch waiting for her to come back
After a few minutes she enters the room with her hands full of paint brush and paint. She looks at me and licks her lips
She puts everything on the small table infront of me and she sits on the couch
She waits for me to make the first move so I get up and I take her hands making her get up with me
I lie down on the couch and she looks at me confuse "take the paint and the brush and paint my tattoos baby" I smirk and she looks at the paint and then back at me
"You want me to do what ?" she asks to make sure of what I say
"Paint my tattoos" I say simply and she starts to smile and laughs a bit
And she starts to paint my tattoos.
It feel good. So good. It's not as good as her fingers or hands but I like it too
She's sitting on my lap, almost on my cock while I'm laying with my arms behind my head and I don't look away from her
She paints the back of my arms and I flinch a little. Just a little. I was to concentrate on her to pay attention on what she does. She can stab me I wouldn't see it coming
She chuckles a bit "is the big and strong James Morettis ticklish ?" she asks concentrate on her paint
"I'm not the ticklish one here if I remember" I narrow my eyes at her her smile drop immediately
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the light in his dark
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