The Gang Girl

Chapter 14- Remembering part 2

"You know, when I signed up for this, I did not think you would be putting a tattoo on me every time I completed an initiation task. I kinda feel like I'm dauntless. Tattoos, 16 years old. Likes wearing black. Except I passed initiation. " I joke with Omega, looking at tattoos on my back using a mirror.

"You're such a bookworm." He teases me.

I stop looking at my back and glance at him.

"I'd ask how you know, but I don't think I want to know the answer."

"You always have a book with you, in your hand, your bag. I've seen your bedroom. If you're not training or studying, you're reading."

I just shoot him a look.

"What?" He whines.

"Nothing." I say casually, even though I really want to point out the fact that he was meant to be my instructor not my friend, but then he'd point out that I passed initiation and am now a member of the gang, not an initiate, so therefore he's allowed to be my friend.

He could be more than a friend.

Shut up conscience.

Oh come on, you know he could. We've seen the looks he gives you. The chemistry is there.

Shut it.

I feel movement beside me as Omega takes the mirror out of my hand. As we're in a tiny bathroom at the gang's headquarters, every movement is very pronounced, and I can feel his toned body pressed against mine. He brushes a loose strand of hair out of my eyes and runs his thumb gently down the side of my face and across my lips.

"Your tattoos are a part of who you are now. Embrace them, little Fighter. They suit you." He says gently.

"I never said I didn't like them."

"The look on your face did. You read books, I read people's emotions and expressions. And yours told me that you weren't sure about any of this. It's a common expression for you. Every time I taught you something new, or when the next stage of initiation rolled around, that look would pop up onto your face."

He drops his arms and grabs my waist, and pulls me into his body. I'd been this close to him before, but not this intimately, not when with the air charged with something only described in books. Electric, desperate. Saying so many things, but not saying anything at all.

"Haydn, what are you doing?" I breath out.

He tils his head down and looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes. Beautiful, clean, ocean blue. It was like looking into his soul, with everything that he is made of all bared out for just me to see.

"Something crazy." He says just as quietly before he presses his lips gently against mine, engulfing me in a scent of soap and citrus. For a man who handles weapons, his touch is careful, almost treating me as if I might break. I strain up onto my toes and tangle my fingers into his silky messy blonde hair.

He takes my reaction as a sign to continue, and deepens the kiss. His hands slide under my shirt and slide up my back before going back down again and settling at my waist again.

He throws knives every day, shoots arrows, does hand to hand combat and shoots a gun, yet his hands are only slightly calloused and softer than I expected.

This kiss is everything I did not expect when lying in bed, wondering about what kissing Omega would be like.

I trail my hands down out of his hair, lightly grazing my nails down his back and sliding my hands under his shirt when I bring them up again. Down and around to the front of his body as he tightens his grip on my hips and tries to pull me even closer.

Hands trailing back up my back as I glide my own over his toned stomach, feeling the muscles ripple under my fingers as I reach his chest and feels his heart fluttering against my hand before sliding my hands back down and out of his shirt.

When an overwhelming need to breath in arm that isn't him takes over me, I break the kiss and lean my head against his chest, feeling the quick rise and fall as he also tries to catch his breathe. He rest his chin on top of my head and wraps his arms around my body.

Just a hug. A simple hug. But that book worthy charge is still tingling between us. His smell, soap and citrus, his soft touches, the frantic beating of his heart.

He speaks when our breathing stops filling the space around us and it's dead silent except for the slight movements of people in the gang house moving around.

"I have been waiting so long to do that." He says quietly, pulling back slightly and looking down at me with a slight blush on his pale cheeks.

"How long?"

"Since the moment I set eyes on you."

"You can do that anytime you like, just as long as I'm the only one."

He chuckles slightly and pulls me closer. It didn't matter that we were in a tiny bathroom. It didn't matter that our gang was probably wondering what we were doing. Nothing mattered but us.

"Okay, little Fighter. Okay."

***

"Happy 17th little Fighter," Haydn whispers as he nuzzles the back of my neck and places a gentle kiss there.

I roll over in his arms, twisting the sheets around our bodies just a little bit more.

"I love you Haydn." I whisper, looking him in the eyes as I say it.

His face splits into a massive smile, making his whole face light up. He rolls us over so he's laying on top of me, with him supporting himself on his arms so he can look into my face.

"Yeah?"

I nod my head. I drop my eyes and stare at a the small scar on his chest.

"Hey, Alexis, look at me." He says softly.

I shake my head slightly, expecting the worse if I do look up.

He sighs softly and puts his hand softly under my chin, and brings my chin, making me look him in the eyes.

"I love you too." He breathes out, brushing his hand down the side of my face.

"Yeah?" I ask, repeating what'd he said earlier.

He chuckles and leans down, capturing my lips in a slow, intimate kiss.

"Yeah." He says as he pulls back.

I grin at him.

"Prove it."

He smiles back and leans back down to recapture my lips.