I love ketamine (Oliver Sykes fanfiction)

5. Medicine

I pull up a sleeve of my blouse and look at the mirror with curiosity. On my pale skin a small tattoo encircles my biceps, reminding a black bracelet. It looks like a bracelet made of twigs. It's still painful when I touch inked skin, but it was worth of all this suffering during tattooing. Oliver told me that intensity of pain is dependent of a place, where you want a tattoo. Considering his words I guess that his neck tattoo must have been very painful. Speaking of Oliver, I smell a scent of vegan food, which he is preparing in my kitchen. Actually it's smell of a burning.

"Oliver, it's everything fine?" I exclaim, standing in the bathroom and hearing him cursing.

"Yeah, yeah. I have everything under my fucking control" he answers "Shit! It's hot!" he curses to himself as a smash of shuttering glass spreads across the flat.

I run into the kitchen and freeze in shock. Oliver stands beside a cooker, holding his thumb into his mouth. A suffer expression on his face. I look down on the floor, where are plenty pieces of glass and dregs of our vegan lasagne.

"What's happened?" I ask, trying to hide amusement. Oliver looks so vulnerable and terrified as if he was cooking at very first time in his life. I bet it was his first cooking indeed.

Oliver looks up at me and shakes his head with a mixture of pain and confusion on his face.

"I wanted to take this fucking vessel out of the oven, but I couldn't find oven gloves so I tried to take it without them" he admits, taking his hand off of his mouth and grimacing.

I sigh and walk over to him, reaching for his hands.

"Oliver, you are a fucking dumbass when it comes to cooking" I laugh, holding his injured hand in mine and look at it carefully "I have to medicate it in the bathroom" I add. Holding him by his hand, I drag him toward the bathroom.

I set him on the edge of a bathtub and open a drawer under a sink. I fumble for a little while, searching for a medicaments. I almost feel a Oliver's stare on my back as I'm tuned back to him. I take a bandage out of a drawer and face Oliver, who's watching me in silence.

"Why are you staring at me?" I ask with annoyance in my voice when I'm setting myself on the edge of bathtub beside him.

He shrugs. A smug smile spreads across his face.

"You have a nice butt, Nina"

I roll my eyes and take his injured hand. The scald place on his skin is red and swollen.

"Shut up, Sykes. You better hold you dirty jokes up, because you get on my nerves" I tease him. Actually he doesn't irritate me. After we had left a tattoo studio, I didn't want to let him come back to his home at all. We both decided that we are hungry at it would be nice to eat something in mine place.

"I'm just telling truth. It was compliment, love" he says, observing as I bandage his thumb. I'm trying be as delicate as it is possible, but Oliver hiss with painful expression on his handsome face. I look into his big hazel eyes and rises my eyebrow.

"You are able to bear a pain of tattooing, but a small injury makes you almost cry?" I ask, chucking quietly.

"Maybe I'm a terrible cooker, but you are even worse as a nurse" he teases me, sticking his tongue out at me.

"Behave, Sykes" I laugh "You should be grateful for my help"

His eyes light up on my words. He frees his hand from my grasp and places it on neck under a curtain of my dark hair. He leans closer to me, but in time I pull away from him before his lips can touch my skin.

"What the hell are you doing, Oliver?" I hiss at him, but in the back of my head I can imagine his lips pressing against mine in a gentle kiss. I look straight into his brown eyes.

"I wanted to thank you, Nina"

"By kissing me?"

He smiles widely and before I can react he kisses me on my cheek, leaning over me. I blush immediately and make attempt to push him away, but I lose my balance and fall backwards, dragging Oliver with myself. In a split of second we both are situated in a bathtub. Me on the bottom and Oliver on top of me, pressing himself against my numb body. I swear to god if he doesn't get off of me, he will scrunch me up onto a flat piece of shit.

Our bodies pressing against themselves. Our faces only a few centimeters between each other.

"Oliver" I mumble breathlessly "Get off of me" Despite the fact he is lanky and bony, he still weights much more than me.

He chuckles quietly, his face over mine. Our noses are almost connected.

"Could you repeat cause I don't hear you clearly?" he teases me with a nasty smile on his lips.

I groan and attempt to push him off, but without any result. Shit, I feel like he is smashing my guts inside my stomach. My lungs barely work.

"Get off of me, Sykes! I barely can breathe"

"You know that in that position with me on top of you, I could kiss you without your permission" he whispers into my ear.

"It would be a violence. I would hate you if you did it"

Chuckling, he gets out from the bathtub clumsily, letting me respire properly. He offers me a hand to help me get up. I take it and with his helps me wriggle out of the bathtub. I look up at him, letting our eyes meet. His lips look like as if he was trying to hide his amusement. A awkward silence between us as we are looking on each other.

"Well, considering that you fucked up our dinner, we don't have much to eat" I notice, breaking a silence.

He shoves his hands into is pockets of his jeans and shrug.

"A vegan pizza on order?" he asks with a small smile on his face.

I nod, exchanging a smile with him.

"Sounds like a plan" I say and take a cellphone from my pocket to call to the restaurant. Before I choose a proper number, Oliver grips me by my wrist and stop me.

"May I call you a friend?" he surprises me with his question.

I smile at him warmly.

"Of course, Oli"

"Just friend?"

I roll my eyes and hug him friendly. His chin on my shoulder, my cheek against his sticking collarbone.

"Don't ruin this, Oli. I really like you" I whisper against the thin fabric of his purple sweater.