Hunger

Chapter 11

Buggy was trying his best not to stare at her but as Columbina busied herself with settling in for the night he observed that she seemed a little wobbly on her feet. Once satisfied that she'd gotten all of the tangles out of her hair she sat to creating two braided pigtails that he assumed were easier to maintain while she slept.

As she weaved strands of her hair together to form the braids her fingers trembled. He could tell, even though she was turned away from him. She sat on her knees near her rucksack in the corner of the room near a dimly lit lamp. He had the distinct feeling something was wrong with her and she was trying to hide it from him.

After two attempts she'd finally managed to get the left side of her hair to her satisfaction. For the right side she was on attempt three, and the soft curse she spoke under her breath as she once again ran her fingers through those sugary pink locks wasn't lost on him.

And Buggy had since given up on any explanation on what the fuck was wrong with him. Every time that damned pheromone, yes, he was now calling it a pheromone-it was practically enveloping the cabin by the way-registered in his brain he could feel his body squirm miles away. If he'd had access to it he would have begged and pleaded with her to use him. To let him use her. Just for a couple of minutes. Anything to make the mysterious ache in his loins go away.

He groaned inwardly as she undid the braid again, very much having the impetus to ball her hair up in one of his fists, where his mind was telling him it properly belonged. Give it a sexy little tug to see what kinds of sounds he could draw from her, just enough to tilt her head back, give him access to her neck, relish just a tiny taste of her to see if she was as sweet as her scent.

Maybe it was just weariness getting to him. He'd tried to convince himself it was a simple matter of having gone for so long without shoving himself into another human, but no, in the short amount of time he'd been around her he'd come to find her undeniably enticing. The bare skin of her neck was alluring, as was the fact that one of the straps of her top had fallen down, creating a hint that there was more of her waiting for him to admire. With her hair now pushed out of the way he noticed that Columbina bore some ink along her shoulder blades.

Her tattoo lent itself to a theme she seemed to be leaning into, tiny blue-violet bat wings that incorporated itself into a swirling pattern that extended to her upper arms. The pattern extended downward, curving along the small of her back and disappearing along her hipbones into the waistline of her pajama pants. Gods be damned but he wanted to see the entire design.

There was a strange symbol tattooed into the back of her neck as well, something that looked like a star of sorts with jagged edges. It was not as well crafted as her bat-wing tattoo, looking more haphazard, like it had been done in haste. Something meant to break the skin and be done with quickly.

She fluffed out her hair once more, both her struggle and his continuing.

"Oh Pink, you've got to stop doing that..."

"Hmm?"

Buggy felt his face and ears grow crimson, a bead of sweat breaking out across his brow. Fuck, fuck, fuck, did I just mutter that out loud??

"Sorry. I know I'm having issues over here. It's been a long day," She turned towards him, her grey eyes meeting his.

Fingers bunched in her hair, her knees scraping the floor, her eyes like storm clouds as they peered up at him while she stroked and sucked his length to completion...

"Need something?" Columbina asked.

Apparently. "Well, I, uh--"

"Anything I can do for you, Buggy?" she asked him again, concern in her voice. And maybe a bit of laughter? Those grey eyes were regarding him a certain way. Once again he was asking himself if she knew what he was thinking.