COMPLETED Drugshot - Bride of Depp #Wattys2016

Chapter XIV - Inside Out

"Did it hurt?" His breath on my hair sends me instant chills and I embraced his arms wrapped around me from behind as I take another deep breath to calm myself.
I'm now tracing the crow tattoo on his arm that is still wrapped and are covering my bare breasts. I wonder if his tattoos hurt too? He has lots of them on his warm body.
"How many do you have?" My thoughts were suddenly expressed in words.
"Hmmm?" He asks as he hids his face in my hair kissing my head.
"Tattoos." I said simply, still playing my fingers on the doodles on his forearm.
"I don't know... Can't count them." He kisses my head again as he leans his leg on my thighs. Making me feel his erection behind my back. Is he always that hard? I mean, does his muscles ever relax? I always feel it pulsing whenever I made contact with it, is that even normal?
I was asking myself these silly questions when he lifted his upper body and looks down on me.
"Are you ok, baby? Did it hurt?" I can hear his worried voice right beside my ear.
It did hurt, alright. But should I tell him that? It's already making me feel bad knowing he cried last night after hurting me. I don't want that to happen again. To make him feel guilty knowing that I'm playing a huge part on what's bothering and hurting him.

He was right, we should work on this marriage together. I know I was being a brat trying to ignore the fact that we're married, trying to deny the fact that I am no longer regretting being married to him unlike when he first revealed it to me that morning when I woke up inside his arms, drugged.

I've decided not to get a divorce anymore, have I?
"Hellie...?" He kisses my temple and massages my arms with his thumb.
"I'm ok..." I finally answered.
Mind you, I'm not lying. I really am ok. Still mindblown in fact. I can still feel the tingling sensations of aftershock in my cells. Although the soreness is slowly coming back now...
"But does it still hurt?" He cuts my thoughts and I moved a little so I'm facing him.
"It did...hurt. But I'm ok." I reply. I know he's worried and I know he wouldn't stop until I give him a direct answer. Staying silent doesn't really work with this man. He knows me too well.
"Don't say sorry Johnny. You didn't force me. I wanted it, I initiated it." Just to reassure him, I smile and kiss his lips after I said this.
"But still, I'm hurting you..." He looks at me so guiltily and I can only sigh. He's back to being overprotective again, back to the "bestfriend" Johnny I used to have until four days ago; until he leveled up to be the "arrogant and possessive husband" in my life.
"You're an old fucker with a huge dick." I say rolling my eyes to inform and remind him boldly.
"Of course it would hurt Johnny." I say poking his right cheek with my index finger.
"I'm not that old!" He frowns.
"And I'm taking that as a compliment, my bloody old virgin." He kisses the tip of my nose and giggles like a teenage boy.
"Oh yeah... That's right... I'm quite old..." I realized and stare blankly at the ceiling.
"Hey! I didn't mean it like that. I mean..." He tsk.
"I mean, you weren't supposed to be virgin at your age."
"Yeah... I should've lost it to Brad when we did Fight Club."
"What?!" He snaps angrily and ignoring the change of his mood, I continue.
"That would have been fun to be devirginized by Brad Pitt..." I'm nodding at myself, convinced of the great idea that suddenly popped in my mind. Intentionally saying what's in my mind out loud to piss the naked bloody man with me on this bed.
"What?! No! Shut up Hel!" He says angrily. I'm pursing my lips now to stop myself from laughing out loud at how red his face has turned. It's working just well.
"What? At least we won't be having this problem if Brad..."
"No! Shut the fuck up! I'll kill Brad!" He snaps angrily again cutting what I was saying, the veins on his forehead are pulsing because of anger and I can swear the color of his face is not just red now, it's almost blue already because of anger.
"You said I'm too old to be virgin!" I snap back and pout.
"I didn't mean that you should've had sex earlier with just anyone!"
"Brad isn't just anyone? He's a superstar." God, I'm married to a very jealous guy, alright. Does he really think I'd give it to Brad Pitt? Even if he's a superstar, Brad and I are good friends. That man and I will never ever be more than friends.
"Helena!"
"What???!"
"Shit!" He curses and I lost it. I begin laughing out loud at how he's reacting to this conversation.
"I swear I'm killing Brad! If he layed another finger and look at you naked again, I swear!"
"Oh shut up, Johnny! It was your idea that I should've lost my virginity while I was younger."
"Not with Brad! What the hell are you thinking, woman?!" It's ridiculous how we are fighting over this; naked on this bloody bed; inside the plane; 35000 feet above air.
"What I'm saying is that I should've married you earlier! I should've made you used to my size being inside your tightness earlier!"
"Oh... You should've made it that clear earlier too, dearie." I continued giggling when suddenly the plane shakes right at the moment he starts kissing my neck.
"Shit!" He curses and stops.
"What?!" I asked looking at his eyes that's burning with so much desire and longingness.
"We're landing Hel." He says groaning.
"And so?" I frowned and follow his eyes shifting from my face to his lower front.
"Oh..." I felt the heat running through my veins.
"You're blushing." He smiles and kisses my forehead.
"Johnny, w-we can..."
"No Hel. I'm not doing that to you. Not again." He combs his fingers through my hair and I just close my eyes feeling his warmth and gentleness.
"We should double our efforts breaking you and getting you used to this..." He holds my hand and made me touch him for which I'm sure my face is of the same color as his face earlier.
"But we're not doing it that way. I won't have a quickie with my wife if that's what you're thinking about. You deserve more than that." He kisses my lips then pushes himself away to lie down on the bed beside me and breathes heavily while staring at the ceiling.
"You're driving me crazy." He says.
"Did wyno, do the same?" I asked tracing his "Wyno-- forever" tattoo on his arm.
"What?!" He asks and looks at where my fingers are playing.
"I'll have that erased!"
"No!" I laughed at that.
"Don't!" I continued.
"No one has made me feel this way apart from you Helena! Don't you ever think otherwise! I'll have it erased." He snaps and looks at me awkwardly. Ashamed of himself because of the names and memories of his ex girlfriends printed on his skin.
"Come on! I'm not jealous and I love Wynona, you know that. This..." I'm tracing the tattoo again.
"Doesn't matter." I smile at him as I lean down closer to seal his lips with mine. Honestly, I didn't care about all the names tattood in his skin. I'm not a jealous woman, besides, I have his name now. I'm carrying his name now.