Scales (pewdiecry)

Bubbles

Felix:

I leaned into Ryan's gentle hands. I don't know how but he managed to make washing my hair feel good. He began to scrub my scalp harder, before dropping a cup of water of my head. I closed my tights tightly and leaned my head back. Ryan Ran his hands over my forehead and pushed my hair back, pushing all the shampoo from my hair. I let out a moan, but not from....sexual pleasure.... but from being so relaxed and comfortable. I was embarrassed though. I mean who wouldn't be?! I was sitting naked in a tub with the man of my desires washing me, also in the nude! I pushed my legs tightly together in attempts to hide my private from him. I brought my hand to my eyes and rubbed them, opening them and seeing Ryan staring at me lovingly. I blushed and took my eyes away from him. He giggled cutely and grabbed my wrists, bringing them to press against his chest and making me move slightly on my side. He took one of his hands from my wrists and put it on the side of my face.
"Felix... look at me..."
God his voice.... it was irresistible! I turned my head back to him. Ryan smiled widely and leaned in, pressing his lips tenderly to mine. He pulled away too soon. I groaned, longing for him to still be kissing me. But he smirked and stood up, quickly stepping and nearly slipping into the tub. I blushed and started stuttering a bit. Ryan opened his legs and pulled me closely to him. I faced towards him, my stomach pressed against his and my legs slowly wrapped themselves around his waist.

Ryan slowly slid his hands in between us, gripping my hips and rubbing over my hip bones with his thumbs. I sighed and leaned my head against his chest.

"Ryan, my skins starting to prune. I should get out soon." He groaned and pulled away from me, steadily getting up and helping me up along with him.

"Thats fine. Let me just shower quickly."

I nodded and speed-walked out of the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. The floor was slightly damp underneath my feet. I huffed out and went to grab a towel, wrapping the fluffy fabric around my bottom half. God, I felt so... so insecure around him! I mean look at him! He's a picture of perfection! Slightly tanned with a strong frame and broad chest, Toned perfectly and... and.... yeah.... And then look at me! Compared to him Im nothing! Like what if he doesn't like how i look without clothes on! Jesus fucking christ... I sound like a thirteen year old girl....

I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't hear the shower start. I was only ripped from my thoughts with the sound of the shower turning off. I quickly grabbed him another towel and handed it to him through the door. It was taken from my quivering hand seconds later, and Ryan stepped out of the bathroom, Drying his hair with the towel. I walked over to my bed and picked up my clothes that were left laying there. I had a sudden urge to go down to the beach. I don't know exactly why.

"Hey Ry, Im going to go down to the beach. Alone." I sounded harsh, but he knew I just wanted some time to myself. He nodded sweetly to me and waved his hand to me. I smiled widely at him and finished dressing, throwing on some shoes and rushing down to the beach. I was lucky enough to have a house on the hill leading down to the beach. It was literally my own private beach. Of course it did cost a little extra, but it was worth it. I quickly rushed down the stairs leading from my house to the beach, my shoes hitting the sand not a minute later. I sighed and closed my eyes, enjoying the breeze and the smell of the sea. It was comforting. I slipped my shoes off and rolled my pant legs up to my knees.I ran off into the water, not going too far into the cold water. My joy was cut iff though as I heard a soft sobbing coming from not far off. I looked to my left and saw a woman curled up on the sand wearing a long flowing white dress. I stalked carefully over to her. She wasn't too far off, only a few meters. "Uh... hello?" I started softly, not wanting to startle the girl.

She sat up slightly and looked at me. I was awed by her beauty. She had long light brown hair that faded into blonde at the ends, tan skin, large chocolate brown eyes decorated with cat eyed eyeliner. She looked a lot like Marzia: Flawless. But she couldn't possibly be here on the surface. It was impossible. I looked at her closer, seeing her mascara running down her face and her cheeks were slightly flushed. She looked pitiful.

"H-Hey... whats wrong miss?" I asked softly. She sniffed and wiped underneath her eyes.
"My... My boyfriend...I found him cheating on me..." She said in a thick Italian accent. I felt horrible for her. Such a pretty girl, and yet the guy she gave her heart to broke it. I hesitantly reached out, resting my hand on her bare shoulder. She didn't flinch at all and just stared sadly at me. "He doesn't deserve you then. Anyone that should ever try and hurt you is not worth your time." I told her firmly. I sat down next to her as she sat up. She wrapped her arms around her knees tightly and rested her cheek on his arms. "B-But.... He was such a good guy... I would never suspect..." She stopped, a chocked sob cutting herself off. I rubbed her shoulder gently and brought my knees to my chest. "Its always the ones you least suspect." I whispered to her. "How would you know?" She questioned, a dab of malice in her voice. "...Past experience..." I answered simply. She nodded and turned her gaze to the waves. "I thought He loved me. I thought he was different." She stated. I turned my head back to the sea. "Don't worry." I started. "You'll find someone who deserves you. He obviously didn't." She giggled softly and got to her feet. I looked up at her, her long white dress flowing gracefully around her. She held out her hand for me and I took it. "So whats your name?" She asked sweetly, wiping the last of her tears away. "Felix." She smiled and shook my hand. "Im Marzia." I was a bit astounded, but I guess Marzia was pretty common name in Italy. I needed to go though, so I dismissed myself. I could feel her eyes piercing the back of my head as I walked away and back to my house. But when I got into my house, I was met with a terrible scene. Everything was a mess. Ryan wasn't there. There was a bottle of chloroform leaking onto the carpet. My hand flew up to my mouth and I slid down the wall to the floor. Tears streamed down my face and I began hyperventilating. My prince was gone.

Ryan:

There was a knock at the door. Fe wasn't back yet, But I opened it anyway expecting Ken. But I was met with the faces of two men who seemed oddly familiar. They smirked evilly at me and pushed their way in. I noticed a white disk in one of their hands, and once I realized that white disk was my mask, I began to freak out. I tried to run away, but one of the men grabbed my hair and yanked me back. I crashed down on the coffee table, crushing it. The one holding my mask poured some liquid onto it and motioned for the other man to hold me down. I started thrashing around, kicking the bottle out of the one guys hand as he neared me. I managed to get out of the mans grip. I managed to run to the other side of the house before getting tackled.

The man holding the mask, he had longish brown hair and wore glasses, sat on top of me and the other held my arms down. The man on top of me slowly lowered my mask onto my face. I started to get woozy and black spots danced across my vision. The mask was pressed firmly to my face and tied tightly. The only thought on my mind though was Felix. What would he think? What will he do? My sight turned completely black and I lost all of my senses.