Bonnie and Clyde (ON HOLD! Writer's Block.)

10. Triskelion Pt.1

It's hot. Really hot. So hot that I'm sweating. What the hell? I finally open my eyes. The sun isn't up yet. I look at the digital clock that's on my side of the bed. 4:25 a.m. Great. I turn my head to look over my shoulder. Dylan is sound asleep, his lips parted, his breathing long and slow, his arm draped around my waist. No wonder why I'm so hot. I swiftly slide out of his hold and go to the bathroom. I splash some cold water in my face before I stare into the mirror. What the hell is happening? How can my life change so rapidly? I'm supposed to be a journalist for New York Times Newspaper. But instead I'm a runaway; I ran away from a mental hospital with someone who is going through the same thing as me only his situation is worse. The people he loved was killed right in front of him, by his father. Our situations are crazy but we aren't. I sigh as I walk out of the bathroom.

I look at Dylan, he's still the way I left him. He looks so adorable. The blanket covers him up to his waist. I can see his tattoos. I sit next to him as I examine his tattoos. There's so many that I can't make out which goes with which. There's roses, skulls, sayings, an upside down hamsa, but the one that catches my attention the most is the interesting yet simple one. It's three spirals connecting at the middle, if you were to connect them there would be a perfect triangle around it. I've seen this before, but where. I know it's a supernatural sign because I did a project on it in high school.... The triskelion!!! I remember now! The symbol means different things to different people. It might mean past, present and future or mother, father, child. But in supernatural stuff it means the three types of werewolves - Alpha, Beta and Omega or the phases of the moon - new, half, and full. I wonder what it means to him. I softly trace it with my finger tip. He begins to move and I stop.

"Are you okay?" he mumbles. "I'm fine." I reply. "Then why are you up?" he asks. "I got hot." I respond. "You were always hot." he says with a lazy smile on his face. "What does this tattoo mean to you?" I ask, pointing to the triskelion. "Which one?" he asks. "The triskelion." I say and he opens his eyes. "How do you know what it is?" he asks. "I did a research on supernatural stuff and this symbol was in it." I explain. "Oh, well the three spirals represent my sister, father, and me. Before that whole situation happened we were so close, we were best friends or at least that's what I thought." he says. "I'm sorry." I whisper. "It's not your fault." he smiles. I softly place my hand on his cheek. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, his body heat hitting me instantly. I softly kiss him, just our lips touching, no tongue. We both pull away but we're still close to each other.

"You know, I've always wanted a tattoo." I whisper as I smile. "Really?" he asks and I nod. "Of what?" he asks. "Not sure." I sigh. "Maybe I'll get a triskelion." I add. "And what would it mean to you?" he asks. "I'll let you know when I get it." I smile. "Now lets go back to sleep." I say as I lay down. He lies down next to me and hugs me again before we both drift off.

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"Dyl Pickle." I whisper into his ear. He groans and turns to his other side. "Dyl Pickle." I say now and giggle. "Why do I get that horrible pet name?" he mumbles. "Because I love pickles. Speaking of, we need to buy some." I smile. "Mhmmm." he hums as he falls back to sleep. "Dyl Pickle! Get up, we have to start getting ready!" I say as I jump on the bed. "Alright, alright." he says as he gets up. While he's in the shower I begin to pack up our stuff. He walks back out with a towel hanging on his hips. I bite my bottom lip as I stare. I notice a bulge appearing beneath the towel. "You need to stop biting your lip, you're turning me on." he says. "What will you do if I don't?" I ask. "Do it again and you'll find out." he replies. I slowly bite my bottom lip, seductively. He walks up to me and pushes me to the bed. He crawls on the bed and hovers me. The dream! He kisses my lips, then my cheek, my neck down to my chest. My hands goes to his hair and he immediately takes them and holds them above my head as he kisses my chest. He lifts his head and looks at me. "Keep your hands there." he says before letting go.

He lifts my camisole and reveals my purple bra. He kisses right beneath it and leaves a trail going down to my bellybutton. He stops just above my pants and unbuttons them. He slowly pulls them off with my under wear. He pull down one of my bra cup, releasing my right breast. He massages it as he releases my other breast, then he massages that one with his other hand. I moan as he kisses in between them. He begins to suck on my left nipple and I moan as he pulls on it. He does the same to the other causing the sensations to go down south. He lets go, then begins to rub my vag. I moan as I arch my back. He slips in one finger, then another after that. "Dylan." I half whisper, half moan. He continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me. He pulls out his fingers and sucks on them before taking of the towel that was still hanging off his hips. His erection pops out causing my eyes to grow wide. He smirks at me as he climbs onto the bed again, this time in between my legs. He grabs his erection and slowly slides it inside me. I open my mouth as I close my eyes but no noise comes out. I arch my back as I grab the blankets under me. He takes my arms and wraps them around his neck. He begins to thrust in and out slowly as I grip his hair. He roughly kisses me and he increases his speed. Now he's thrusting fast and hard, causing me to dig my nails into his back. His head is in the crook of my neck as he continues to thrust. I hear his soft moans, right next to my ear, turning me on even more. "Tori" he moans in my ear. "I'm close." he adds. "Me too." I whisper and we both reach our climax, me screaming his name while I arch my back and his body tensing up until he's done. He collapses next to me as we both catch our breaths. In a minute or so, I dozed off and I think Dylan did too...