Bloody hands

Chapter 8.4 Tattoos and guys

Ryan's POV (during the night)

I couldn't stop looking at Selena. I had not taken off her clothes or touched her, I had just propped myself up and observed her. Sometimes she moved and turned back and forth. When she mumbled I heard the words genitori, macchina and morti (Parents, car and dead) again and again. My playtoy seemed to have a nightmare and I didn't have anything better to do than to stroke her hair and look at her.

Selena seemed to cry in her sleep and I quickly lifted her head to wipe away the tears.
When I was finished I was grabbed by the hand and Selena teared her eyes open. "Oh, it's just you..." she mumbled and looked around the room quickly, then she checked herself, to check up on her nightgown. "Did I wake you? I know, sometimes I can me a bad bed partner." she said and I shook my head. "At least you are a bit of a challenge." I answered and kissed her cheek. "You don't make it better." she said and wanted to turn away for that, annoying me.

So I grabbed her face and turned it back to me. "Do you see the dragon on my arm?" I asked her and my right arm.

It was a Tribal-Tattoo that started at my wrist, wrapped around my arm and spread over my back. "I was born in the year of the dragon, and dragons get what they want. So, be a good girl." I explained to her and pulled her closer. She didn't say anything anymore, but I knew that that could change soon

I began to feel her back while her hands were squished to her chest. "You are making me scared, Ryan." she said and turned her eyes to my face. "You don't need to be scared. To be honest..." I began, but it knocked on the door.

I looked at the clock on the wall. It wasn't six o'clock already, it was three. I turned around and grabbed my katana. With a swift motion I opened the door and saw Leonardo. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked with an aggressive tone. Most likely he was thinking about if he wanted to fight me, but when he saw my sword he decided to go with an excuse. "I am terribly sorry, Signore, I must have taken a wrong turn." he stammered and turned around. "That I hope." I hissed and slammed the door shut. >Luckily this bastard will be gone soon< I tought and laid next to Selena again, who had claimed to whole blanket for her by now.

"Are you happy that I am here now?" I asked and wrapped my arm around her. "I never said that I was unhappy about that circumstance. This way, at least another idiot is awake and has to put up with me." she answered and let her head be pulled on my bare chest. It seemed as if it was a bit awkward for her, but she didn't object.

Selena's POV

Why hadn't I given up a long time ago?

Inside I knew that I had no chance against Ryan, he was stronger and more powerful than I was. But something in my pushed against his actions. Just now, Johnson had put my head on his chest and I had made no objection. I had let him do, to the displease of my other side. Ryan began to play with my hair and brushed the strands out of my face.

He might be a murderer and a possessive asshole, but he took good care of the integrity of his 'possession'. Suddenly I felt Ryan's hands where they shouldn't be. "Hands away from my ass!" I ordered. "Says who?" he asked and tilted his head. "I, who else?" In this conversation my rebellious side had taken over. Ryan just let out a short laugh and pulled my head back. "Do you see? There we are again, at the challenge. Luckily we have a lot of time for such conversations." he said and touched my chin. >I hope not.<

At least he had moved his hands, they now rested on my belly and controlled my breathing.
Until now I had laid there, not moving, just listening to his comments, so I decided to move. I turned to my left side, so I could see Ryan's face, because the stuff on the other side I didn't want to look at (If you know what I mean). His eyes enlighted the room and if he knew one thing, then it was how to build muscle.
"You can touch." he said when he saw my looks. "How should I take that?" I asked sarcastic. "As a request or an order, you decide." he answered and began to smirk.

Because I knew that he would use violence if I didn't do as he said I decided to ínvestigate his arm further. With two fingers I followed dragon up to his shoulder. There, my other me considered punching him in the face, but even she had to accept that that was a bad idea.I bowed over his shoulder because I saw that his tattoo continued on his back.

I had expected it to stay black, but I was surprised. A sea of flames in red and yellow tones covered his back and something fascinated me about the little details. I had almost rolled down Ryan's back if he hadn't grabbed me. "We don't want you to fall over, don't we?" he asked and I was FINALLY allowed to lay on my own side of the bed.
I wanted to sleep for a bit, but I forgot about Ryan. When I had dozed off, with a quick movement, he pulled away the cover and we began to fight over it.

"Come on!" I said and tried to pull down the young man's arms, but that just made him hold them higher, making them even more unreachable for me. In the end I gave up and sat down opposite of him.

"Dai! What do you want?" I asked. Ryan smiled quickly, and his snakebites and red eyes made it seem even creepier. "I don't know. You just look cute when you try to fight. There, you can have it back." I shrugged and showed me the blanket. >Pirla< (Idiot) I said to myself and began to wrap myself in the cover, so that my bed partner couldn't take it again.

I heard how someone moved on the bed and sat back down again. "Exciting?" I said with my voice full of irony, because I had noticed Ryan's eyes glow behind me. "You have no idea. I never sleep a lot, the sleep behavior of others are just to interesting, you find out so much." Johnson answered seriously.

I wrapped the blanket closer turned around so that I stared at the ceiling. "Firstly, that is creepy Ryan. Secondly, what do you find out from a person that is sleeping?" I asked and felt how Ryan put my head in his lap, so that my head touched his belly button. "You get a lot of information. You are clearly a person that goes to sleep late but takes forever to wake up in the morning. You sleep in a fetal position, meaning that you want warmth and safety. Furthermore, you talk while sleeping. And you are stressed and you have held back fears. That least goes on." he explained and peeled the blanket off of me.

In my idiocy, I had wrapped my arms too, so I couldn't do anything against him. " And I noticed, that YOU are the type for skin contact." I said, while Ryan rubbed over my belly.

Slowly, he bowed down and breathed into my ear. "I AM the the type for skin contact, if you know what I mean." I whispered and held me close when I wanted to pull away from him. "Don't be scared, not now. At least not anymore. In five minutes someone will knock and force me to stand up. And then, Jack will appear here." Ryan told me and let me go, then he went to the balcony to pull himself up.

And he disappeared. Because there was no point in going to sleep again, I stood up and opened my closet to get the outfit labeled as 'tomorrow'. I had just assumed that the day started from my dead of arrival.

This things had definitely not been picked out by Ryan, because they looked normal. A light green shirt and a pair of ripped jeans and I wore my old sneakers that I still had from when I arrived (unwillingly).
I had just started to brush my hair when it knocked on my door.

"Come inside Jack!" I shouted. 

A/N: There it is!

Today's question:

Do you have any tattoos?

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