Tattooed On You

XXXVI: Soothing Saturday

Slowly, my mind starts to wake up, and the first thing I notice is how I'm trapped in between two long, strong arms. I'm pulled against his skin, and because he's radiating heat, I'm very warm. My legs are tangled with his, and when I try to move my head, I feel that a few strands of my hair are stuck underneath his arms.

He seems fast asleep still; his chest moves against me steadily and his body is heavy. When I turn my head so I have a clear vision of his face, I see that his long, dark lashes are resting on his cheeks while his lips are formed in a tiny, softened 'o'.

He snores. Lightly, but clearly and it makes me smile. I just know he'd deny he snores if I told him. Not because he really thinks he doesn't, but because he would grab the opportunity to fight me. And while I've always thought that was annoying, I now admit that it also excites me.

I love fighting him just as much as fucking him.

Yesterday was a whirlwind. A tornado of emotions that I haven't completely processed still. Lifting the sheets, I look down at Hero's naked form. My eyes roam his skin, and they stop when they reach the three words I put on his skin not twenty-four hours ago.

Art is she. He really did that. And when Mia asked him about it, he just told her it was personal which proved once again why he did it. For me and him, and no one else.

I'm in love with him, I knew that when I slept in my old room at Mia and Coop's. But right now, as I lay in his arms, it only dawns on me properly. When I look at him, my whole body shifts on. I feel a lot, and half of those feelings are completely new territory, but in between all of them, I do feel that first stage of loving someone.

I dare to admit it silently now, and while he is asleep. I know that when he wakes up, it'll be harder, but for now, it's best not to dwell on that. I think we've got time now, and time hopefully heals wounds of the past.

For now, I just have to enjoy this moment. I have to enjoy him, in my bed and wrapped around me. I feel at ease; I've missed this place. Sleeping in my own bed only confirms what I already felt when I was still in my old room. This is my home now. This room, with the old but functional bathroom and the crackling stairs, is my home. And I've missed it.

"I'm a lucky prick," Hero's groggy voice mumbles out of nowhere while he pulls me against him fully. His face dips and hides in my neck, and his moist lips leave a kiss there, making me shiver. "You smell like me."

"No, you smell like me," I counter, a smile on my face. I don't miss how he wiggles down slowly, so his face slides south until it rests in between my boobs. "You're in my bed."

"Stop talking, I'm saying good morning to your tits." And Jesus, does he not waste time? Even before I can reply, he's showering my sternum and breasts with kisses and while he does so, he subtly moves closer and closer to my pierced nipple. And when he's close enough...

"Oh, Gosh," I moan when he places his lips around me. I'd totally forgotten how good waking up next to someone is.

He suckles, gently and while taking his time. With his eyes closed and his arms firmly wrapped around me, he circles his tongue over my puckered peak in a tempo that's steady and slow.

"Like that," I whisper, my thighs clenching in hopes to get some relief. I'm burning, the heat between my legs rising. I want him to touch me.

But Hero just hums while his tongue focuses on my piercing. He moves it from left to right, playing with it as if he's investigating it. He pulls at it too, with his teeth, and when I gasp at the feeling, he finally opens his eyes to look at me.