Tattooed On You

XXXX: Triple Trouble

"Why did you ask me to wear my hair in a ponytail?" Her soft, serene voice asks, and I can't help but smile at her question.

We're laying in the bathtub, face to face. Her legs rest in between mine, her toes tickling my balls if she wiggles them. It only now occurs to me that she's so much smaller than me. If I want, I can wrap myself around her entirely so she won't be seen. It's fucking awesome.

"I love to see your face," I answer her. "Your neck, your throat, your ears, your cheekbones." My hands slide over her calves, which makes her squirm lightly. "And I know where your dirty mind wanders, and yes, also because I don't want to miss a fucking thing of how you suck my cock."

Her cheeks turn pink, even more so than the warm water already did. "You were romantic up until that last sentence."

"That's how you like me, I'm sure." I wiggle my eyebrows, and she raises hers in reaction before she snorts.

"I mean, this..." She waves her hand around the cream-tiled bathroom. "What you did... It's is definitely romantic."

Fuck, thank God. When I planned this, I was aware it could go both ways. I was mostly busy with the fact that I don't want to do anything that that wanker did for her in the past. I figured that the chances of him renting a whole fucking penthouse were slim, so it seemed like a good idea. But fuck do I know? I've never wanted to impress a girl. I've never wanted to show a girl my good sides. Jesus, I didn't even know I had all of this in me.

And Jo, she's different. She's different to me, but also in general. I don't think she's easily impressed, and I know that there is no way in hell I can buy those three little words from her. But I still wanted to do this for her and with her. And I'm bloody happy she's let me.

"I'm glad you think so," I honestly tell her. "I was lowkey bricking it."

She looks surprised, her puffy, red lips opening slightly. "Why?"

I shrug as I circle my hand around her ankle. I like how my thumb and finger can touch still while I hold her like this. It adds to how small she is compared to me. "I wasn't one-hundred percent sure about what you would think of all this. I mean, the clothes and dinner and then this. I don't want you to think I'm trying to buy you."

"Buy me?" Her eyes widen even more, and I don't miss the amused glimmer there too.

"I know, I know. I could never buy you and I don't want to. I just wanted to pamper you, I guess. Show you that I can take care of you, but that I only want to do that because I love you and not because I think you can't take care of yourself."

Jesus Christ, I'm fucking rambling. I'm so out of my comfort zone here, it's bloody murderous.

A soft giggle escapes from her lips, and then she tugs her ankle from my grasp before she moves to me. When her body rests over mine, she laces her arms around my neck. "There are a lot of ways to take care of someone, Hero. When you held my hair when I threw up, and when I got drugged, you took care of me. What you did today, was a whole other level. And even though I think expensive restaurants are stupid, I did really enjoy everything. So, thank you."

Ending her appeal, she kisses me. It's a proper kiss, but it makes me shiver nonetheless.

"You think expensive restaurants are stupid?" Jesus Christ. And here I am paying more than ten K for a night in this penthouse.

"Not as much as before you took me here," she reassures me. "But I'm just as happy with a good burrito and simple pistachio. It's all about balance, I guess."

I hum as I literally feel my heart swell. I know for a fucking fact that the other birds I've fucked in the past would never be okay with just a burrito.