The Dauntless

Handlin' it

"What does this mean?"

My eyes closed and that wonderful sound of her voice ringing in my ears.She was close t me.Laying on my chest touching my skin,exploring..it was hers she just didn't know it yet.She could do anything she wanted to it.I wouldn't mind.I wouldn't think twice of it.

"They are masks."
I opened my eyes looking at her gorgeous locks of blonde hair that covered my skin bit by bit.Surrendered to the faint silk feeling of strains of hair.The soft touch..short but memorable.

She made a weird face.A goofy one.She looked cute,funny..adorable.My hands ached to touch her skin,I could feel it in my fingertips.They ran..right in front of my face.
I traced the edge of soft defined cheekbones,chin and her collar bones.

It was as if my hands were guiding me and not my motoric function order providing part of my brain.

"I can see that.They just..look a bit different.Mask wise..they look the same.They have different facial expressions and they're both right next to each other.What's the meaning behind them?"

"I think you know." I answered her very formal question.

She scrunched up her forehead but no wrinkles could be seen.She layed on my chest with her chin looking into my eyes.

"Why would I ask something that I already know?"

"You want to know why I tattooed that on my skin..put it there for life.They represent a mental disorder."

"Bipolar disorder." She moved her gaze elsewhere as she answered her own question.

"All psychological that is mental disorders start from emotions.Things you feel and how you handle those feelings.How you react to certain situations..You see,for you,masks represent bipolar disorder because you are bipolar.For me it's something else."

I spoke as I stroked her hair with my fingers.She suddenly started to move but I didn't want her skin away from me so I flipped us over on the couch.

Her arm on her forehead hanging by hear head and my arms holding my weight right next to her head.

She was surprised.

So was I.

I didn't expect to have this much courage with a girl like her,it's dangerous.

Being right next to her,touching her skin,her presence right then and there was all I needed.All I wanted.

"My mental health is none of your concern.I'm also not interested in yours.I asked you about a stupid tattoo and you have to turn it into an intervention."

She sighed and closed her eyes as she spoke,tired.Of course she was.

"I apologize." Here goes nothing.

She shrugged and and started passing through my hair with the tips of her fingers

"Do you have a gun?" She raised her eyebrow as she looked down,prefferably,inbetween us or what was left of that space which is basically nothing since I was laying in between her legs but not fully,on her skin.I was holding myself.

I tried for my emotions not to get the best of me.But her eyes..the way she was looking at me.Her scent.Her silky hair.Her being.Her voice..her everything..just made me feel so famished..for everything and more that two people can be with each other.

"Um yeah..I have a gun." I spoke picking myself up and turning my back on her as I got up to go to the kitchen.I moved my dick to the side so it wasn't so obvious that I got a hard on but that was quite difficult.