Wildflowers and Tattoos (The Crow: Bill Skarsgard)

Chapter 19

❀Lillie❀

My hands shake with nerves as Erik and I walk through the streets of the city.

I've never been to a club, so I'm not entirely sure on what to expect, but I do know that it's going to be loud... and I'm scared. I've never been a huge fan of loud noises, and sometimes, when I'm stuck in my own head, loud noise makes everything worse. It's like a thunderstorm adding ferocity to the already angry waves. Noise rattles me, and I've always been somewhat sensitive to it.

The warmth of a larger hand enveloping my own pauses the shaking of the appendage. My gaze slides up to the emerald irises staring down at me.

Erik leans down, so that his mouth is right next to my ear. "It'll be okay."

The breath from his words caresses my neck and ear, sending a tingly shiver throughout my body. My senses hyperfocus on his nearness, so much so that I'm nearly able to forget about my anxiety by his proximity alone. I can feel his steady pulse through the thin flesh of my inner wrist, like the gentle beat of rain on a rooftop. I can feel the ghost of his breath as I watch it pour out of his mouth in smoky wisps, like the heat of a fire on a chilly night. The warmth radiating from our connected palms slithers up my veins and wraps comfortingly around my heart.

I squeeze Erik's hand. "Please stay close to me."

Erik briefly turns to me, a gentle smile curling the ends of his lips. "I will, I promise." My thoughts blur, and my attention remains in Erik's gentle grip on my hand.

The bass of the music vibrates the whole street, sending shockwaves of rejuvenation to my anxiety. Once again my limbs begin to shake with the weight of my nerves. My grasp on Erik's hand grows tighter, to the point that if I wasn't so anxious I'd be worried about hurting him. Erik squeezes my hand for a moment, before letting it slither out of my hold. My eyes widen, but I'm not given a chance to question him before his arm is over my shoulders, and hugging me into him. I let out a shaky breath, let my body melt into Erik's, and regrasp the hand hanging over my shoulder.

"It's obviously going to be loud, but let your body feel the music instead of listening to it, and if it gets to be too much we can go." Erik explains, before holding me tightly and guiding me into the building.

There are vibrant lights of all sorts of colors, some are flashing, some are moving, and some are constant. It's a good thing I'm just crazy, and not epileptic. The lights illuminate the bodies of people, casting them in colorful glows. The sound from the music is so loud that I can practically feel it pumping blood through my veins instead of my heart. My limbs are stiff, as Erik halts our movement, placing us in the center of the crowd. I stay in Erik's hold, clueless on what I'm supposed to be doing, and likely looking like a mannequin in the middle of a concert. Bodies brush up against me, hands, arms, hair, asses. There's so many people, that I shrink into myself, and attempt to physically become one with Erik.

My mind pulses, and my skin tingles with every passing contact, and I have half the thought to ask Erik if we can leave now.

No, you can do this. Just breathe. Just–

The weight of Erik's arm leaves me, but his hands make quick work of holding onto my waist. I can feel the heat of his flesh through the thin material of his band t-shirt. My gaze strays from the strobe lights, and settles on Erik's face. He's already looking at me by the time I meet his eyes.

"What am I supposed to do?" I question, but my voice is lost in the sound of the music, even to my own ears.

Erik must have noticed the movement of my lips, but lack of sound, because he leans down, his head hovering over my shoulder. I turn my face towards him, my lips ghosting past his ear as I repeat my question. A shiver visibly passes through Erik, and a shy smirk takes over my face, but is quickly washed away.

"Let your body feel." His words are spoken near my ear, and then his lips are against my neck, mumbling just loud enough that I can hear him. "Feel the music." His hands pull me closer, and move my body against his to the high tempo of the sounds. "Feel the lights." My eyes roll upwards and flow lazily with the changing of the lights. It almost feels like staring into the sun, but the movement and fast shifting of the colors is hypnotic. "Feel me." Erik's palms slide under my shirt, making a home on my skin just above the waistline of my pants. His fingers flex, and his thumbs draw slow circles into my flesh. The contact of his skin alone is enough to distract me, but the moment his lips part, and there is warmth, and wet, and passion on my neck...

I'm going to explode.

My eyes flutter, and my mouth falls open. The soft gasp that leaves my lips is swallowed whole by the beat of the music. His mouth caresses my skin, sucking, pecking, trailing a wetness as proof of his care. My hands find themselves in Erik's hair, fingers curling into the dark strands. His teeth bite and pull, marking my flesh with the sweetest kind of pain. His lips are loving, soft, careful, and his teeth are vicious, harsh, lustful. The clash of sensation between the gentleness of his lips and the fervor of his teeth, is enough to fry my mind, and distract me from the noise around me. His lips leave my neck, only for his tongue to slide up my skin.

"Relax, Lillie." He speaks softly, placing soft kisses just below my ear.

Yeah, I want to shout. Real fucking easy with your mouth on me.

I hum, leaning my forehead against his chest, and letting my eyes fall close. Lazily, my fingers unfurl from his hair, my wrists laying limp at the back of his neck. Leaning heavily into Erik, so as to avoid touching as many people as possible, I let my body move. I let my hips shift and sway, sliding against Erik's. The tightness in my muscles slowly loosens.

"There you go." Erik praises, his lips grazing down to my collarbone. He latches onto the skin connecting my neck and shoulder. His teeth nip at the flesh, creating a bitter-sweet pain, before soothing it with an open-mouthed kiss.

Erik's mouth moves again, floating across my flesh to suck on the front of my throat. My breath catches, and my grip on Erik's hair sparks alive once more. Breathing becomes increasingly more difficult as he focuses his attention on the base of my throat. My spine arches into his body, hips and chest pressing tightly to his own. One of Erik's hands slips out from under my shirt, and comes up to cradle the back of my neck, pressing me into his mouth.

"What... what are you doing?" I manage, my voice shaky and barely audible over the music.

"I'm," his teeth scrape between my collarbones. "Feeling," his lips close over the flaming skin. "You," he pulls away, and stands back to his full height.

"Hmm," I glance up at him shyly, my fingers playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. "Don't stop."

Erik's lips twist into a smile. "I didn't plan on it, unless you told me to." His fingers move through my own hair, and his other hand continues to trace shapes into my hip. "Or you can have your turn."

I don't have time to respond, before his hand tilts my head backwards, and holds me still as he resumes torturing me with his mouth.