• BURN ME •

• 14

Fire Up the Night

~ New Medicine

Snow

I sigh as I get into the shower, how embarrassing. He was watching me, fuck, while I was having a fucking sex dream. And then there was this question about whether I dreamt about him, which I admittedly did. But shit, he doesn't need to know that. I shake my head slightly and stare at my hands, fuck I'm only slowly calming down. I take a deep breath when the bathroom door suddenly opens. Confused, I stick my head out of the shower and see Flame standing at the sink, leaning provocatively against it and looking in my direction. I can clearly see the outline of his erection, holy shit. The light-colored shirt he's wearing is practically sticking to his broad chest and is in stark contrast to the dark images on his skin. "What the hell? Don't you know the word privacy, Flame?" I ask angrily. He can't just come in here like that. The redhead grins at me crookedly. "Then you should have locked the door, snowflake." He says, crossing his arms over his chest. So that the fabric of his shirt stretches even more against his skin. I roll my eyes. Is he brushing his teeth now, or why is he here? "Are you admitting now that you dreamed about me?" he asks bluntly. "I didn't." I lie before clearing my throat. "Can you maybe hand me a towel?" Flame hands me a towel and I wrap it around my hips before I get out of the shower. Flame looks at me. "Why do you have to brush your teeth now, of all times?" I ask. He grins slightly. "Why not? Like I said, you should have locked the door, snowflake." He grins before he continues brushing his teeth. I shake my head slightly and wait for him to finish, so I can change. He grins at me again as he comes out of the bathroom. I look after him briefly before putting on a pair of boxer shorts and gently rubbing my hair dry.

"Nice wings..." I jump slightly when Flame enters the bathroom a little later and stops behind me at the sink. This time he's not wearing a shirt, what the hell? Through the mirror, I can see that he's staring at my back, or rather the half-finished angel wings on it. I roll my eyes, "what do you want?" I ask quietly, he raises his gaze and meets mine through the mirror. "I want to know what, or rather who, you dreamed about." A grin creeps onto his lips, "not from you." I reply, he laughs darkly. Which gives me goosebumps, he leans forward. He presses himself against me from behind, I can feel his hard cock. Pressing against my lower back, shit, that alone tells me. That he must be big, I open my eyes wide and stare at him through the mirror. Flame leans towards my ear, his hot breath hits my skin and gives me a jolt of excitement. My cock tingles and throbs in response, his gaze is still on me as he whispers in my ear. "Liar...", his voice is quiet but rough, which is so damn sexy. I can't do anything about it as he slides a foot between my legs and pushes them apart. Which makes me fall forward slightly, he grins contentedly as I now stand in front of him with my legs spread. While his hardness is still pressing against my back, "you're a dirty little liar. Look at yourself, how you react to me." He grabs my chin from behind and pushes my head up, I gasp in surprise. His gaze is literally burning, "look how hard your nipples are. They're practically inviting me to touch them, Fuego Pequeño." His voice gets darker with each sentence, with his free hand he brushes over one of my nipples. I gasp as it tingles at his touch, but I press my lips together. What the hell are we doing here? What's wrong with me? And why does it feel so damn good? Questions upon questions, but all of them fall silent when Flame pinches my nipple. I moan softly and cling to the sink, this sweet pain is different. Better than usual, so much better, I want more.

His tattooed hands are rough, but shit they feel awesome. "Look at you, all excited and so ready for me." He still holds my chin, not painfully, but firmly. "And now say again that you didn't dream about me Fuego Pequeño..." he whispers hotly on my ear. I look at him, he's right. I'm really hot for him, but I'm not making it easy for him. "You're very confident in yourself, aren't you?" I ask breathlessly, he laughs, again it's dark and smoky. He presses me further against the sink, his hand around my chin loosens. Flame grabs my wrists and pushes these further back at the sink so that I lean further over the sink until I literally press my ass against his crotch, "You should be careful how far you want to tease me, otherwise I'll spank your ass. Show me your fire, little one." He growls, I swallow, the idea makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, excitingly.