Snow Season [COMPLETE]

Chapter 3

You just had the best sex of your life and are laying in Elijah's arms. You trace the lines of his tattoos. He's completely covered in them, head to toe.

"They're beautiful. Tell me what they mean."

"They all mean something different."

He takes your hand, places it on his chest and slides it down to his abs. His skin feels warm.

"This one is the Hindu goddess Kali. She's the goddess of death, time, and doomsday and is often associated with sexuality and violence but she's also considered a strong mother-figure and a symbol of motherly-love."

You trace the lines on his chest, around his pecks, across his abs, down to his lower abdomen.

"It's beautiful."

He takes your hand and slowly slides it up to his throat.

"This is a lotus flower. In Buddhist symbolism, it's a symbolic of purity of the body, speech, and mind and while rooted in the mud, its flowers blossom on long stalks as if it's floating above the muddy waters of attachment and desire. It submerges every night into murky river water and it miraculously re-blooms the next morning without dirt on its petals."

You follow the lines of the red and yellow lotus flower with your finger.

"I love it, it's so fascinating."

"There are some of my favorite bands and the music I listened a lot to growing up. There are some of Salvador Dali. Just bits and pieces that all make me who I am."

He kisses the top of your head as you study his tattoos.

"No names of ex-girlfriends on there?" You ask.

He chuckles, making your head on hist chest shake up and down.

"No. No names."

There's a comfortable silence between you two for a while.

"Hailee..." His voice comes out low and serious. "No other men."

"What?" You ask confused.

He tuns a finger between your breasts, down your belly and over your upper thigh. "No one touches this body but me. No one touches me but you."

"Oh. Uhm. Okay..."

You're surprised by his statement. You didn't think he saw this as a serious thing.

"I mean it, no other men. No other women. I don't share.

"Of course."

You've never been more okay and at ease with anything than what he suggested right now.

You kiss his chest and lay your head back down on it. He kisses the top of your head and with the soothing sound of his heartbeat humming in your ear, you quickly doze off into each other's arms.

You wake up the next morning spread out across his chest. Elijah has a protective arm wrapped around you. You place soft kisses on his chest and feel him waking up.

"Hhmmm. Morning, sweetheart."

He pulls you closer to him and wraps both arms around you.

"Hmmm morning." You snuggle you face in his neck. "Last night was amazing," you say with a big smile on your face.

"Fucking amazing," he agreed. "I meant what I said. I'm not sharing you with anyone else," he whispers in your ear. "Only I get to make you scream like that."

You blush and bury your face deeper in the crook of his neck.

"No one has ever made me scream like you did. Like. Ever. But you weren't so quiet either, mister."