Sin and Sinner

52

~Darlina's POV~

I curled my legs up on the couch and looked over my shoulder later that night as the apartment door swung open, a smile growing on my face at the sight of Atlas walking in the door. "You're home." I stated the obvious, watching as he kicked off his shoes by the entry table.

He glanced at me and scanned his eyes over my figure, allowing them to linger on my bare thighs. "Sure fuckin' am." He hummed, tossing his leather jacket over the back of the couch before he braced his arms against the cushions behind me and leaned over the back of the couch, speaking into my ear. "You been waiting for me, smalls?" He asked in a murmur, the low tone making goosebumps rise on my skin.

"N-No." I stammered, giggling softly when his lips pressed against my jaw in a light kiss.

Atlas stood straight, grazing his fingertips along the side of my neck as he glanced around. "Where the hell's Em? Thought he had the day off." He remarked, meeting my gaze when I pushed up onto my knees on the couch and turned to face him, leaning with my upper half against the frame.

"Yeah, he does." I nodded, peering up at him through my lashes. "He said he needed to go to the bathroom, but that was about ten minutes ago, so I'd stay far away from his room because I think we both know he's doing more than peeing." I told him with a giggle, causing him to snort in amusement, mirth shining in his deep blue eyes. 

His gaze trailed down to the hickies that were still showing on my neck, as I hadn't bothered to cover them up after I showered this morning. Emmett knew about them already, so there was no point anymore.

Upon seeing them, Atlas smirked. "I'm surprised you didn't cover those this time." He remarked, earning a huff from me as I narrowed my eyes up at him. "You know, you leave marks on me every time you're near my neck. I didn't even know I had them when I woke up, and Emmett saw them." I scolded him, expecting him to be apologetic but he just smirked some more, looking smug as ever. Clearly, he didn't care.

"They look pretty on you." He said with a shrug, reaching out to brush his fingers over the bruises. He dragged his gaze back up to mine and asked, "How'd Em react, though?"

"Um, he was excited and then started asking questions, so I just told him what he wanted to know. He seems fine with us, you know..." I hesitated, trying to find the words I was looking for. "Fooling around." I finished, my choice of words causing him to raise an eyebrow, but he didn't comment on it.

He let out a hum. "Good to know, I guess, not that I needed his permission." He muttered.

Brushing his thumb over my lip, he gestured down the hall in the direction of his bedroom. "I'm gonna go take a shower, yeah?" He told me, leaning down to meet me in a soft kiss. I leaned into him, sliding my arms around his waist to pull him towards me. "Okay." I whispered, placing another peck on his lips before I reluctantly released him.

When he was gone, I plopped back down onto the couch and glanced at the TV again, going back to watching Spongebob until he was done. Emmett ended up returning just a few minutes before Atlas, glancing down at the jacket that was thrown over the back of the couch. "Atlas is home?" He asked, diverting his attention to me. "Where's that dickwad at?" 

My eyebrows raised at the way he just referred to him but I didn't comment on it, as it was rather normal for them to refer to one another with insults. "Um, in the shower. He'll probably be out soon." I responded, hiding an amused smile. He huffed and leaned against the arm of the couch, staring down at me. "Anything you want for dinner? I gotta start cooking soon so it'll be done in time." He said, which I only shrugged lightly at, unsure. 

"Oh, um, I don't mind what we have. Whatever you feel like cooking, I guess. You know I like pretty much everything you make, anyway." I responded with a smile, causing him to sigh in relief. "Thank god. I don't feel like cooking for shit tonight." He admitted, drawing a soft snicker from my lips. "How's spaghetti?" He suggested.

I nodded and he was off to the kitchen to make dinner, leaving me alone in the living room once  again.

Atlas came back shortly after that, his dark hair damp from his shower and a pair of boxers hanging low on his hips, exposing the band of his boxers. His tattooed arms flexed as he slid them into the arm holes of the shirt he was putting on, leaving his ink covered torso exposed. I, greedy as ever, trailed my eyes over the expanse of the muscles there, a blush creeping up my neck.

Then the view was gone as he tugged the shirt over his head, flicking his gaze towards me as if he had felt my eyes on him. A smirk pulled at his mouth when our eyes met, his tongue slipping out to swipe across his bottom lip. "Something on your mind, Lina?" He chuckled, taking a seat beside me on the couch, with an arm thrown over my shoulder to pull me into his side.

With a warmth in my cheeks, I kissed his neck and grasped his forearm, throwing one of my legs over his. "How did your day go?" I asked softly, glancing up at him. He focused on Spongebob as it played on the TV, absentmindedly playing with the loose strands of my hair. "It was fine." He muttered. "But I definitely prefer ending my day with you pickin' me up from that sweaty ass shop." He admitted, earning a soft giggle from me, amused. "Well, it's a good thing for you that I'll have to tomorrow, then, isn't it?" I said playfully.

"Bet your pretty little ass it is." He responded, tracing his hand down my spine and around to the curve of my waist, where he kept it. I bit my lip and focused on the TV, or at least tried to, but it proved to be difficult with the way his fingers would brush against the underside of my breast. 

I placed my hand on his wrist and shivered as his fingers playfully brushed across my nipple over my shirt. "Atlas, stop that." I said shyly, squeezing his wrist. He chuckled and kept his hand there, but didn't do it again. We went back to watching TV together until Emmett came wandering into the living room from the kitchen, smacking Atlas upside the back of his head as he passed by the couch we were on.

A scowl formed on his face as he looked up at Emmett, who plopped down on the other side of me, squishing me between the two of them. "The fuck, you douche?" He grunted, pulling me into his side possessively now that Em was sitting on my other side. I flushed, remaining quiet as Emmett snickered. "You didn't even say hi to me." Em said dramatically, earning a roll of the eyes from Atlas. "Yeah 'cause you were takin' a shit when I got home." He responded in a mutter, causing a giggle of amusement to slip from my lips.

Emmett huffed. "Hey, when you gotta go, you gotta go." He stated with a shrug of his shoulders. Amused, Atlas smiled and traced his hand down to my hip, seemingly subconsciously. It drew Em's attention, who glanced down at Atlas' hand and then smiled to himself, allowing his focus to drift to the TV. 

"Spaghetti's ready, by the way." Em informed us, and went back to watching TV with Atlas and I.