Repulsive Beauty || Hisoka

9. On 'Caring'

Before I could answer he leaned down and put my arm over his neck, grabbed my waist, and hoisted me up on his shoulder.

"Hey! Hisoka put me down, I can walk for god sake, you didn't fuck me that hard." I protested, feeling like a child.
He ignored me completely, and made his way all the way to the bathroom. He stopped and faced the mirror, checking himself out?
"What a cute bum you have, Tess." he cooed before spanking one cheek hard enough to leave a handprint, and probably a bruise.
"Thanks I gu- OW." I winced at the sting, "What the hell was that for you prick!?"
"I couldn't resist.~"
I could just hear the smile on his face.
Fine. Well I'm within arms reach of your ass too, clown.
I reach my arm out and down, preparing to return the favor, but he must have seen that coming because he put me down before I could.
"Ohh, feisty are we? But you were so obedient while I had you screaming my name.~" he asked, pretending to pout.
"Mind your manners little girl." he said much more sternly, grabbing my jaw firmly and looking me in the eyes with a straight face.
If that had lasted another second my legs would have started to shake, but he let go gently and turned to run a bubble bath in his huge tub.
The room filled with the smell of strawberry. No wonder he always smells like this.
He turned back to me, grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face the mirror.
We stood there quietly for a few moments before he spoke.
"Just look at you.~" he oozed, standing behind me, pressed against my back again. "Aren't you just adorable."
His hands massaged my shoulders with his long fingers and ran down my arms, tracing some of my tattoos. He was ogling me in the mirror.
"I'm not sure adorable is the right word." I questioned.
"You're right. How's 'breathtaking'? Stunning maybe? No, I think the word is fuckable. Look at you. Aren't you just so fuckable?" he laughed at his vulgarity.
I didn't know what to say, I was feeling pretty self conscious at the way he was staring.
His hands moved from my arms to my breasts, cupping them, kneading them gently.
I rested my head back on his chest, and mewled softly at his touch.
"I've made a mess of you, poor dear."
I looked back to the mirror, and watched him point out all of the hickies and bite marks he left, from my neck all the way down to my groin.
"Perhaps men will leave you be now, being marked as my territory." he sang, obviously proud of himself.
"Your territory huh? You should know men aren't so easily deterred."
The marks were pretty significant though. I didn't realize how rough he was being at the time, but I'm speckled with purple dots and red crescents from his teeth.
"Mmm. Perhaps not." he said sullenly, "Right. Well our bath is ready." he said as he turned and lowered himself through the bubbles.
I followed behind him and lowered myself onto his lap, and fell back against his chest. The water was really hot but I didn't want to seem like a baby.
"Now relax, my little kitten. I can feel how tense your muscles are." his thumbs rubbing firm circles in my thighs. "I would have thought that I had already worked these knots out of you."
I tried my best to relax fully. My body was tired, but fighting to stay on high alert. His arms wrapped around me, just holding me to his chest. He started humming some song that I don't know but recognize from the night he put me to bed. I could feel the vibration of it in his chest, his cheek pressed against my head.
This can't be the same guy who nearly killed me.
"Now was that so hard.?" he asked in a whisper. He must really be able to feel my stress.
"It's so exciting, feeling you so limp and vulnerable in my arms. I think this is the first time I've seen you with your aura off."
"Just now?" I asked, a little shocked.
I hadn't meant to keep my aura on this whole time...
"Yes, just now."
"I didn't realize I had been using it. Sorry" I sank a little deeper.
"No need to apologize, dear. I understand your reservations about me." He clarified sullenly.
I'm not sure how long we stayed in the bath, but it felt like a lifetime. I must have dozed off to his humming and comfort, because the next thing I knew, I heard Hisoka whispering in my ear.
"We have to get out sweet girl. You're turning to a prune.~"
Groggily, I stretched and started getting up, most of the bubbles had gone by now. I got out and wrapped a huge fluffy towel around myself, and looked back at him.
"You coming.?" I ask.
He was just sitting there watching me.
"Of course.~" he finally replied, standing up.
His body was breathtaking. Truly just pure muscle. I can't help but wonder what he really thinks of my body. I'm not nearly as physically strong, and I'm certainly chubby in comparison.
"You're blushing, princess." he noticed.
"Yeah well. You must know how attractive you are, don't you.?" I ask.
I mean he can't be totally oblivious to it.
"I dress and act the way I do for many reasons. None of which are to be perceived as attractive. That's not to say that it isn't a side effect, men and women both love me~" he teased pompously, stepping out of the tub and wrapping a towel around his hips, a little too low.
"Though, I had my doubts that you'd be interested in sleeping with me no matter what I did to win you over. " he admitted.
"Why's that?"
I've not done a good job at concealing my attraction.
"Your aura is always so charged, around me anyway. Yet it almost seemed fueled by terror, or hate, not passion or excitement like I often see."
"Right. Honestly I'm still not convinced that you're not planning my murder." I murmur, still admiring his body.
Who knows if I'll ever have the pleasure of being this close with him again.
He chuckled and just shook his head.
"I'm not sure how to convince you. Now enough gawking~." he said as he ushered me out of the bathroom.
He led me back to his bed and I started drying off while he dug through his dresser. I stepped into my dress that was tossed on the floor. It was nearly midnight and I was exhausted, frankly I just wanted to go to bed.
"Here, take thi-... what are you doing?" he questioned as he turned to me.
"Getting dressed?"
I was struggling with pulling the tight dress on with my skin still damp. After a few fruitless hops and twists I huffed and finally looked up at him. He held out a tshirt with an amused look on his face.
"Don't be ridiculous. Here." he tossed the shirt at me.
A little confused, I pulled the shirt over my head. It was hilariously too large, fitting like a dress.
"You can't possibly expect me to walk around the hotel like this can you? You've already heard what people are saying about me."
Hisoka had pulled on plain black sweatpants, they rested on his hip bones, showing a bit too much.
"Tess, for god sake. You're not going back to your room tonight, please get in bed." His voice between a jest and a demand.
"Oh. I didn't think you'd even consider having me stay the night. Sorry" I said, lowering my eyes.
How embarrassing, he must think I'm totally oblivious. I guess I was.
"Why's that?~" he sulked towards me, stopping just inches away, and rested his hands on my waist.
"Don't you look so cute in my clothes.~" he whispered, smiling with squinted eyes.
"I don't know, I mean... I can barely understand why you'd want to fuck me but spending the night seems like a different beast. Certainly not typical of a guy like you."
"A guy like me.? What kind of guy am I like dear."
He sounded a little offended.
"Tess" he said, tilting my chin up. "What kind of guy do you think that I am?"
My cheeks flush red, and I can almost feel tears welling up. I hate feeling like I'm in trouble, he seemed mad.
"A womanizer? An independent guy? Is it surprising that I would assume you're not one for commitment?"
Hisoka doesn't belong to anyone or anything. He's his own man, no doubt about it.
"I suppose that's not a shocking assumption, though I'm not asking you to marry me, silly girl. I'm asking you to spend the night.~" his eyes and voice softened again.
He can probably sense my anxiety. He let go of my chin and turned to walk around the bed.
"Right. Okay." I manage to choke out.
"Excellent. Now, you're exhausted. You fell asleep in the tub. Get into bed." he ordered.
I obliged, pulling down the luxurious sheets and blankets, and crawled onto his bed. It's so large though, even though he had slipped in the other side we were still several feet apart.
I finally got the chance to take in the details of the decor. The sheets were a creamy white, cottany and warm. The quilt folded at the bottom of the bed had intricate card suits embroidered on it and above us was a canopy made of a lightweight sheet, the same crimson of his hair. The moonlight was pouring over the silhouette of his body, his skin almost the same creamy color as the sheets. My head rested on a pillow as big as a child as I basked in the eccentric glory of it all.
Hisoka shifted a bit closer to the center of the bed and cocked an eyebrow at me for only a second before rolling his eyes at me and scoffing. He flicked his fingers at a few key spots on my body to attach his bungee gum, and pulled me abruptly towards him. I landed just at his side, my face probably a little shocked looking.
"You're going to have to get over your anxiety, dear. I can feel it pouring off of you. Can you really not tell how desperately I want to be touching you? Or are you simply in denial." he asked, releasing his bungee gum.
"Do you really want me to delve into my insecurities? Well it all started because my father never hugged me as a child." I joked, running a fingertip down my cheek with a pout on my lips.
His chuckle echoed in the large open room. Carefully, he placed his arm under my head as he laid on his side.
"You don't have to tell me anything. But it would certainly make our lives easier if you stopped trying to keep your body from me."
His eyes were just slivers. His free hand trailed down my arm and found my hand, raising it to his face.
"Don't pretend that you don't adore my touch." he whispered into my fingers before planting a kiss on my knuckles.
Laying there watching his face, I almost started to feel sad. Knowing him, he'd forget all about me tomorrow, and I'll never have this moment again.
He sighed a heavy breath.
"In any case, you should sleep. I'm sure I've exhausted you." he baited.
He pulled me in so I was pressed against him, head on his chest, with his arms engulfing me.
"Dream about me, kitten." he purred with his lips against my forehead.
In the warmth and, potentially false, sense of safety of the embrace, I fell asleep in only a moment.