Banned To Touch | jenlisa

Chapter 37

LISA

I bite my lower lip in embarrassment, her eyes dropping straight to my mouth before turning around. I saw very clearly how her eyes had darkened.

After a while she finally says:

"In the shade of spring I found her,
So I bound them with rose ribbons:
She didn't feel it and fell asleep.
I looked at her; my life depended

With this look at her life:
I feel it well and didn't know it.
But I whispered to her speechless
And rustled the rosettes:

Then she awoke from her slumber.
She looked at me; her life depended
With that look at my life,"

"... And around us was Elysium." We finish the poem together.

She turns to me in surprise. "You know the poem?"

I just nod. "By Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock."

I wonder why she got a love poem like that tattooed on her back. What woman did she love so painfully, who hadn't loved her back - well, at least initially - that she had it immortalized on her skin?

"What are you thinking about, little one?" She finally asks me.

"Nothing."

She turns my face to hers again, this time holding it with both hands. "Don't lie to me."

"What language is it written in?" I try to distract, not wanting to show her my jealousy. I don't want to begrudge her this triumph.

"In Greek and before you try to distract me again, I know the poem isn't Greek."

Can she read minds? It's getting creepy.

"Now tell me straight out what's on your mind."

I bite my bottom lip again in embarrassment. I hate that she always sees through me. "I... I was wondering which woman you dedicated this tattoo to."

A soft laugh comes out of her throat as I punch her again as I stubbornly cross my arms and look away. "Asshole."

She hugs me to her bare chest and just holds me tight before kissing my hairline. "That was number 13 for today, Lisa."

Have I really hit her that many times in the past two hours? Maybe my friends were right when they always said painfully to me that I had a little anger problem. Well.

"Are you jealous? I thought you were a non-jealous person." She laughs. "Would have a problem with it if it was dedicated to a woman?"

"Jennie" I warn. "Is it dedicated to a woman or not?"

"Yes. The tattoo is actually dedicated to a woman."

I told you, my brain laughs at my heart. It hurts me unintentionally that she loved a woman so much and will never love me like that. But it's better that way, I keep telling myself.

"To my mother."

Okay, Lis. You don't want her to love you like she does her mother. Suddenly I feel totally ridiculous and could slap myself. "Oh."

I can feel her stiffen and look up to see her expression lost in thought, so I decide to distract. Now I return her hug and kiss her tenderly on her chest, while she begins to stroke my hair. Apparently something happened to her mother in her past.

"How did you come up with tattooing the poem in Greek? Because Elysion in Greek mythology is something like paradise full of rose meadows?"

I feel the vibration of her laughter on her chest and the mood has changed again. "You are so smart, my little angel. But no, that's not the main reason."

"Then what is it?"

She strokes my head before planting a kiss on the tip of my nose and then resting her chin on my head. She snuggles tight against me as I try to digest the snoozing sweet gesture.

"My mother loved Greek mythology. Even when I was little, she told me anecdotes about their gods or legends. She always said I was her little Herakles or also called Hercules. I always thought she called me that because I was strong, like Hercules. Well." She hugs me tighter and I know that now is not the time to ask. "If she were a goddess, she would be a mixture of Hera and Athena at the same time. Faithful and wise."

"And if I were a goddess?" I was joking and I didn't expect an answer.

"I would say there is an Athena in you too. You have a fighting spirit and you are made for art. But you are also like Aphrodite. The goddess of beauty, love and sensual desire. But none of these goddesses could catch up to you."

"Oh, shut up." I finally say. I've never been good at accepting compliments.

I feel her laugh again and she kisses my hairline again. Everything just seems so relaxing. I can't even describe it. Almost as if I had arrived in Elysium. In the place of perfect happiness.

We stay like that for a while before I say: "Come on, turn around. I want to admire the rest of your tattoo."

She laughs again, but turns around anyway. I carefully trace each line of her tattoo with the tip of my fingernail. Damn, she's just beautiful. I stop abruptly when I feel small bumps. I keep going and feeling more and more. Something is there. Hidden under all her tattoos. What the hell is that? I press soft kisses on these places and meanwhile continue to touch along her back.

Just as I'm about to ask what it's all about, I hear her gasp and I feel her goosebumps.

"Go on." She commands me and I obey. I run my nails over her skin and abruptly she arches her back.

"Does that turn you on?" I ask surprised and hiss for air. I've always known that everyone loves it when I pet them, as much as I love how comforting it is to do so. But I never thought it could be erotic - until now. My pulse is racing and I don't know what to do next. Maybe she sensed what I was thinking, which is why she takes that decision away from me and puts my hand on her crotch, automatically pulling me closer and I feel her bulge. Good gracious!

"Do you feel what you are doing to me?"