The inked butterfly fluttered over his taunt skin. The intricate design of the wings coloured his bicep as he reached behind her to pull the water glass off the table. A little white pill was placed onto his tongue before swallowing a few gulps of the clear liquid and drowning the medicine. Zoe leaned in to place a light kiss on Ryan’s cheek, tracing her fingers over the blue butterfly incorporated into his sleeve. It was her favorite part of his tattoo; however, she hadn’t found out its meaning, yet.
"How’s your head?" She asked as he snuggled her into his side, kissing her temple as his eyes fluttered shut.
“Still hurts,” he mumbled into her hair as she shifted to his chest to get a better look at the beautiful boy lounging on her dorm room love-seat. His eyes were shut, dark lashes fanned over his cheekbones and pink lips pouted slightly, the tiny holes from where his snake bites once were a shadow in the dim light. His strong jaw had slight stubble from not having shaved. The fingers inked into his neck peeked from the collar of his shirt in a tantalizing reach for his face. Zoe knew that the design stretched down over the left part of his chest, wrapping around his shoulder blades into a full sleeve on his right arm. A body mural of his life – the design this beautiful tan boy carried on himself in homage to his past.
The phone rang sharply from the coffee table, shattering the comfortable silence. Ryan groaned and peeped one eye open, the dark iris squinting at Zoe, “who is it?”
She sat herself up reluctantly, leaning over to check the name on the illuminated screen: Dragon. It was a nickname she hadn’t heard of before and read it to her boyfriend nonchalantly. His expression changed instantly and he flung himself at the phone to answer it before the last ring.
“Hello,” his voice filled the room as he stood and walked away from the table as though he was in a crowded room. Turning back to face her, Ryan made a simple gesture to silence her.
“Yah mate, we’ve got some. Let me get the book.” Ryan made his way over to his coat to pull out a dark teal notebook from the pouch of his bag before sitting down at her desk. Zoe watched intently as he flipped through the pages and stole a pen from the pink cup on the fake wood top. Quietly, she listened to his husky caramel voice flow through the room. She was oddly aroused by the business-like way he conducted himself; the goofy boy she had met a few weeks ago had transformed into a focused man. Pen between his lips, he propped his ankles on the desk, gray socked feet wiggling as he listened and took note of the mysterious conversation. He glanced at her briefly, noticing how she was watching him, and smirked when she winked and bit her lip. It hadn’t taken much time of them being together for Ryan to learn that this was Zoe’s way of expressing desire - her hands would touch her thighs subconsciously and she’d wiggle so her chest was pushed out and her cleavage very prominent. Although he couldn’t see anything below her collar bones due to the back of the seat, he knew that if he didn’t get off the phone soon, he stood a chance of not getting any.
Lucky enough for him, the call was ending with a hefty order placed and a promise to pick up on Wednesday, Ryan was unleashed.
“Who was that?” Zoe asked as he walked over to the couch and claimed his gorgeous girlfriend’s lips.
“Drakiis.” He replied, barely detaching himself from her as he clambered over the back of the blue love-seat so he could have her in his arms.
“Why is he dragon on your phone? What does he do?” Zoe whined as Ryan kissed her neck, focusing on her sweet spot as his hands roamed in attempt to find the hem of her shirt.
“You’ll understand if you meet him, which I hope you don’t. He’s a supplier.” Ryan was making every effort to deviate her questioning to focus on something else, anything really. Her shirt pulled off her head, his lips found the swell of her breast as he ravished in the taste of her. The important few calls to make put off to a time where Zoe wasn’t whimpering and moaning his name.
