Battle Scars [BxB]

T W E N T Y

We spent the rest of the day having sex. And when Luca rolled off of me with red cheeks and laboured breath, he murmured, "Fuck, I missed you." As he pulled his boxers back on and I did the same.

I smiled happily, "I-I missed you too."

We both lay there in bed for a couple of minutes, staring blankly at the ceiling in nothing but our boxers, our fingers brushing together lightly. "How's Tommy?" He queried as I tugged the sheets up to our chins, feeling the breeze nip at my exposed flesh.

I tilted my head to face him and he copied the action, "He's good. H-He's happy with his new girlfriend. Th-They're really good together."

"Shame about him and Day. I guess some people aren't as good at long distance relationships as others." He smirked, his cold fingertips caressing my hips sensually as he shifted to press his lips against my skin. I giggled as he kissed everything he could reach; my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, my lips. "Je bent mooi." He whispered.

A blush tinted my features. I was at the mercy of Luca's words whenever he spoke even a word of Dutch and he knew it. It melted my insides. I groaned in defeat, shooting him a warning look, "Don't." I ordered weakly.

"Don't what, sweetheart?" He asked innocently, smirking deviously to himself.

I rolled my eyes incredulously, shifting uncomfortably, "I-I'm not going to uni next year." I blurted out. I knew I had to have this conversation with him eventually, plus, it was a great way to distract him so he'd focus on more serious matters.

His brows knitted together into a frown, "What?" He exclaimed in exasperation, "Are you being serious?" He demanded, sitting upright in bed so the sheets pooled at his waist. I bit my lip but Luca pressed his thumb to my mouth, "Don't do that." He instructed gently, and I released my lip from between my teeth.

I gulped, "I-I'm going travelling. Well, I m-mean, I want to. We don't h-have much money at the moment so I'll have to w-work towards-"

"I think it's an amazing idea." He interrupted. "Seriously. It'd be really great for you to do something like that. I think you'd love it."

I rose my brows at his enthusiasm, "Y-You do?"

"Uh-huh." He nodded, wrapping his arms around my slim waist and pulling me against his chest, littering kisses up and down my neck. "Where are you thinking of going?"

I squirmed and laughed as his lips brushed over my sensitive spots, trying to compose myself when I knew he was trying to do the exact opposite. "I-I don't know yet." I chuckled, swatting his hand away playfully. "M-Maybe Asia. Or Australia."

"I went there when I was a kid." He murmured against my neck, the vibrations only making me fidget more. Luca knew exactly how ticklish I was, and that wasn't going to deter him. "You'd love it."

I yelped as he bit down on my skin, kissing and licking over the mark gently. "L-Luca!" I scolded, trying hard to remain in control of my actions. "D-Don't." I giggled.

He laughed too, a deep, amused chuckle shadowed with an ulterior motive. Before I knew what was happening, his hands were gripping my hips as he flipped me onto my back, hovering over my body with a seductive smirk. "You look cute today." He commented, his head cocked to the side.

"So do you." I whispered back.

He gasped in mock shock, "Luca Bakker is not cute." He tutted loudly, making me laugh further. "I'm a hot sexy God of fucking perfection."

I rose my brows, "What am I the god of?"

He thought for a second, before bringing his hazel eyes back to meet mine, "Adorableness."

I flushed, hastily wrapping my arms around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss before he could see the colour in my pale complexion. What I expected to be a short, sweet exchange, Luca turned into a steamy make out session. Before I knew it, his tongue had slid past my lips, grazed my teeth and was now exploring my mouth. My body fell weak as I let him dominate me completely, losing all control as Luca took responsibility over the entire situation.

He smiled smugly into my lips, clearly enjoying how easily I gave up what little power I had. My body slackened as I grabbed onto his strong shoulders to try and hold myself up, humming pathetically against his mouth. His fingers ran up and down my bare sides, leaving a trail of tingles shooting across my skin and down my spine.

When his hand inched closer and closer to the waistband of my boxers, I gently pushed him away.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

I shook my head, fixing on a forced smile to reassure him, "N-Nothing. I just...I don't really want that...not now. Can't we just, like, t-talk?"

He shuffled, sitting crosslegged beside me as he tried to neaten his hair, "Why don't you want to?" He asked casually.

I took a deep, shaky breath, "D-Do I need a reason?"

He shrugged, "Not really."

I chewed on my lower lip in contemplation before leaning over to grab a small scrunched up leaflet. It was sat beside the many bottles of pills and prescriptions that my boyfriend was kindly ignoring. I shoved the slip of paper into his hands and sat back on my heels. "I-It's the side effects of some of my meds." I informed him quietly. "I just thought...m-maybe you should be aware. I-I'm pretty sure a decreased sex drive is one of them." I mumbled. "A-And mood changes."

His eyes scanned across the words carefully, his expression displaying just how hard his brain was working. "Do you get all of these symptoms?" He asked curiously.

I shook my head, "N-No. But some." I untangled my legs from the sheets and wandered over to the other side of the room. Once I'd retrieved a pen, I glided back to Luca's side.

I spent hours curled up in Luca's lap, underlining and highlighting the side effects I experienced. He'd ask questions and I'd answer them. It was casual and relaxed, separated by kissing breaks and silly jokes. But beneath it all, we were having a serious discussion about my health. And he understood. He always understood.