Black Temptation

Chapter 48

With an exponentially job well done in keeping our eyes to each other , we reach the cove hours before the full moon. Pablo stopped a few times to release himself in a group voted 30 yards away so we would have ample time to swim away before...you know. What slightly irritated me was that he kept gulping the sea water like it was the last supper. If he's such a environmentalist, so adequately infused with the way of the wild, he should know that that is a hazard to his body. And maybe he should learn to take one for the group and hold it. Just hold it.

A little pool of water, surrounded by a dormant volcano and sand bed makes the unusual cove which we invite ourselves into. Harry, not so enthralled by the nudity of his male counterpart and (hopefully not his female), jumps out and finds some idle leaves to cover me with as he helps me out onto the sand bed.

"Isn't this just amazing?" Marie exclaims with hands folded and face in awe as she stares upward.

"True, Marie. So true." Pablo adds as he takes her into his embrace. A pleased stare lies on my eyes, only to be brought back to planet earth by Harry.

"We can't stay here for too long, Kenz." Harry warns. I look at him.

"Aw, loosen up, Styles and soak up this view-"

"I saw his man business, Kenz! I saw the floppy salami! Didn't think we needed to go to the meat market! Probably going to go vegetarian now." Harry screams under his breath.

Hissing in laughter, I try to hold it in as the nude couple in front of us get closer and closer.

"It's not right! Why are you laughing?"

"It may not be right, but its so funny!" I crack up. "Aww, c'mon. It was a one time thing,"

"It's burned into my cerebrum!"

"Such a drama queen. I would rather have you not be surrounded by naked breasts but hello, I'm allowing it. So, chill out. We can get into the party with this. Don't you want to party? 'Cause I wanna party..."

He huffs and whispers, "I wanna purty..."

"Uh, what was that?"

He pouts and whines a little louder, "yeah, I wanna purrty."

"Ok, now suit up!" I say, slapping his butt cheeks.

"Ooh, when you slap me like that, I feel like one of your whores," he implies in a humors drag tone. "I feel dirty.."

"Oh, shh that nonsense!" I laugh.

He finally dims down the crazily uptight beam and holds me and we stare up at the bluest sky the naked eye had ever seen, with the tallest palms photobombing and the volcano keeping us in her protective stomach. Eyes alert, I keep a view on everything and see a nature made staircase to a second level on the side of volcano.

"Hey let's go there!" I whisper.

"But I'm trying to soak up this vitamin D!"

"Harry, c'mon they won't even know we're gone."

Slowly, but surely, he complies and we patter up the to a covered side of the volcano where we see another sand bed. To the right of us, is a tunnel that goes outward into the grassy jungle unknown.

"Woah." Harry speaks.

"Gigitty." I say.

There's a titter in the background and I look at Harry with his hand covering his face.

"Why do you have to be so weird?" He laughs, hands falling. "This is why we can't have nice things."

"Aww hurtful." I laugh. Like he needs any help in that department. We sit for a while just soaking it up. Then something freaks me out and Harry consoles me as I check over every leaf and every branch. Moments later, the couple finally calls down and says they'll be back in 5 with some fruit. We thank them and continue to make chatter. Slowly, my hand slides down his side, feeling over his cheek, tobogganing my innuendos with it as

it creases over imprints in the skin.

"Harry, what the heck?" I whisper. I feel around and get the impression that its a permanent imprint.

"Stop that tickles." Harry whines.

My eyes bulge at the thought.

"Is that a-" I try to whisper hearing them come back.

"We got it!" Marie tells.

"Thanks!" We yell simultaneously.

I jerk back to him and his eased eyes conflict with my urgent ones. Quickly, walking around I see what I thought but not what I meant.

"What in the hell, Harry? For real, why the freaking flippers-ugh, I don't want to curse in front of these people!" I shout/whisper. Black ink encompass half of his butt cheek in the words "Pimp Daddy."

Pimp mother freaking Daddy.

Stammering over words, I speak, "W-Where do I start?"

Harry shrugs his shoulders, pulling in his lips with humor filling his eyes.

"How about how the heck I didn't know, you, of all people, had a tattoo?" I say.

"The easiest things fool our eyes, even when they're right in front of us."

"I mean I've seen you naked. More times than I should've. How do I just miss something like that? And why...just why? Riddle me that."

He smirks at me. "You really wanna know?"

"Uh, yah."

Harry clears his throat, shoveling some of his hair upward.

"Ok sit down, it's story time."

We sit criss cross applesauce and he begins.

"Well, I was 19 and they were 25. They being the male group of friends I had then," I raise my hand to ask a question,"-and yes including Harley. So one day we decided to let off some steam and go to a bar."

"Ahh, the infamous bar scene." I laugh.

"True. So talk, talk, talk and I betted Harley that he couldn't eat 50 chicken wings in one minute, feeling in my heart of hearts that he would lose..." Harry shakes his head as I suck in a very melodramatic gasp. "Yes, I lost and he decided my punishment was to get a tattoo straight on my arse."

"Oh God."

"Yeah...I cried like a little bitch. This dude, Harry mother freaking S to the Styles cried like a baby. And I'm proud because I got this cool thing just chilling on my arse now. Like yo! Look at me!

I hold my throat.

"It's not cool, Harry. We have to get this removed. Immediately."

"AWWW-"

"Yes. Today."

"But it's going to hurt."

"Life hurts."

"That was real deep, Kenz. Real deep. So deep I can't even see you right now."

"Harry, I'm serious."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Well, wa wa, you have to."

"Why? It's my buttcheek."

"When I became yours, you became mine, remember?"

"I didn't mean my most personal parts. Girl, you crazy."

"It's distasteful."

"Classy is this assy..."

"Harry!"

"Here, I'll make you a deal," He grabs my hands and kisses them. "If you let me keep my battle scar, butt tattoo, I'll pay for any tattoo you wanna get. How many, anywhere, anytime. Can we agree on that?"

The prideful lioness in me doesn't want to give in. Lord knows that thing is hideous but I've always wanted printing on the skin. A decision that isn't meant to be removed. The constant reminder of who you are inside. I take his offer. One one condition.

"You have to get one with me too. Couple tattoo."

He huffs, stares, huffs again, stares and ponders...

"Fine! But no girly shit," I laugh. "So...we should probably head back down now."

"Yeah, sure, Pimp Daddy."