Fire || A 5sos smut/love story

inked skin

Erida coughed awkwardly. "What was that?" She asked. She had heard him quite clearly. Ashton grinned. "I said; I never picked you as a dominate. I never would've thought you'd be Dom." Erida sat up and looked anywhere but Ashton as her cheeks coloured slightly. She coughed a little and replied "I'm not". Ashton smirked. "Ahh so you're submissive?" He asked, knowing perfectly well she was. With a huge burst of confidence that neither Ashton or Erida saw coming she said, "you bet it. And you know what's best about it?" She leant down and whispered in his ear. "Doms like you can do whatever they want and I obey." She chuckled seductively and got off of Ashton. "You can stay here for dinner if you like?" Erida spoke to Ashton's dumbfounded and astonished form still lying on the floor. "Ash? You alright?" She asked, completely confused as to why he was still on the goddamn floor. "Yeah. Yeah I'm-I'm good, yeah." He coughed and chuckled awkwardly. He got up off the floor and walked into the kitchen, passing an amused Erida. "Can I use your bathroom?" Ashton asked, turning his head to look at her. "Down the hall, first door to your left." Erida said, busying herself in the kitchen.

10 minutes later, Ashton walked out of the bathroom and was hit, full in the face, with the beautiful smell of roasting chicken and herbs. "Smells good, what is it?" Asked Ashton. He watched Erida in the kitchen, amazed at how focused she was on the task at hand. She seemed to be preparing more than just one meal too. "Er, roast chicken breast with herbs and lemon with a side of chips and salad. And for dessert, a raspberry and chocolate cheesecake." She replied not looking up from her cooking. She left the frypan and turned to a stereo that was on the counter, away from the spitting oil of the frypan and the heat of the flames. She pushed a button and went back to the cooking. Not 2 seconds later, greenday started playing. "Which album?" Ashton asked, sitting himself at the barstool across from Erida. "Nimrod." She said, her eyes flickering up to his in surprise. "Didn't know you listened to this" Erida said, surprised and elated. "You have no idea" Ashton said, chuckling. Erida turned around, and Ashton, not realising he was doing it, stared at her arse. Erida bent down a little to turn down the flame and Ashton's eyes popped out of his head. Peeking over the waistband of Eridas leggings were swirls of ink. A tattoo. She turned around to restart the conversation only to find Ashton in a daze. "Ash?" He came around at the sound of his name. "I didn't know you had a tattoo?" He said as more of a question. Erida chuckled. "I've got more than one." And with that she started showing him some. An anchor on her collarbone, a semicolon on her wrist, a butterfly covering her forearm, a Raven with tongues of flames for wings on her lower back and one she refused to show Ashton. "The anchor symbolises my refusal to sink. I refuse to sink to anyone but my own expectations and I refuse to sink back to where I was a few years ago. The semicolon represents a life that almost ended. The butterfly was something I used to draw every time I wanted to hurt myself so when I escaped the deep waters of depression, I got it in permanently so I couldn't do it ever again. The Raven means freedom because birds have what we don't; the ability to fly anywhere they want and not have to abide by rules or anything. That's what I call freedom. And the flames instead of wings is just Coz it looked cooler that way." She explained all of her tattoos to Ashton, trying not to be too specific about them but failing miserably. Ashton seemed to pick up on her uncomfortableness. "I used to do it too" he said. And he showed her the faded scars on his left wrist and explained why.

During dinner that night, in which Ashton payed many compliments to the chef, Erida told him why she wouldn't show him her last tattoo. "It's a rose tattoo, but I keep it covered Coz it's in a place where no one can ever go." She explained vaguely. Ashton raised his eyebrows, catching on. "Why would you get one there? Wouldn't that hurt?" He asked. "Not there there but in that area." She said, her cheeks colouring. "And why-" "why did I get it?" She offered. Ashton nodded, a mouthful of cheesecake being the reason he couldn't speak. "A rose has many petals, just like I have many faces. There's the public face, private face, the face only few see, the face only my dad sees" at that she stopped and shrugged and continued eating. "And the face I see." She said.