Inked Creations

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: "My Turn" (Part two)

*Agmos' POV*

Laying on my bed in the Mind Realm, fingers interlaced behind my head, thoughts of Hawthorn race through my mind. I can still feel her lips on mine, her tiny hips in my hands. The smell of her hair, intoxicating. Gods above, the way her breath felt, hot and sweet against my neck... A knock on my door brings me out of my daydream. I let loose a heavy sigh, sitting up. I swing my legs over the side of the bed. The cool of the timber flooring beneath my bare feet grounds me. Standing up, I cross the room to pull open the door.

Bittie is literally bouncing on her toes just outside, her fanged teeth showing in a wide grin. She looks like a pastel goth clown in her smiling Sun T-shirt, paired with a purple skirt and black boots. Her curly pink hair bounces right along with the rest of her petite body. The mini Demon isn't even attempting to hide her excitement.

"Excited for today, Bittie?" I ask with a grin.

Her eyes are shining like a kid's on Christmas. "I am so happy I finally get to meet her!"

Chuckling, I pat her on top of her head. "Just a few more hours and you'll have your wish granted."

She throws her hands up in the air, bouncing again. "Yes! I'm going to finish getting ready! I painted something for Hawthorn, and need to finish wrapping it."

She takes off down the hallway like a bat out of Hell. Rolling my eyes with a smile, I close the door again. Crossing the room to my closet, I pull out a plain black T-shirt and jeans, and toss the clothes on the bed. I strip out of my sweatpants and white tank top, and step into the bathroom for a shower.

"This is so relaxing." Ink sighs, stretched out on her back atop the blanket we spread out.

Bittie is sitting beside her, eyes eagerly scanning the area for any signs of Hawthorn's arrival. The tiny Demon can barely contain her excitement. I let my eyes wander across the grassy park to the ballpark car lot, where I know she'll be approaching from. A gentle breeze carries her scent to my nose, sending a tremor up my spine. Any moment now, she'll be in view.

Hawthorn's figure comes into sight exactly where I know it would. Even in a simple T-shirt and shorts, she's stunning. The pull I feel to move towards her is difficult to resist. Patience, I tell myself. Her casual pace can't bring her across the grass to me fast enough.

"HAWTHORN! Oh my- OOF!" Bittie launches herself at Hawthorn, but my quick reflexes allow me to grab the back of her shirt, yanking her back suddenly. I plop her ass right back down onto the blanket as I move forward, needing to feel her.

I wrap my arms around the small woman, pulling her into me. The feel of her hands resting against my chest is electrifying. She gives me a smile that dances into her eyes.

"Me first." I whisper in a low growl, leaning down. I capture her lips with mine, savoring the taste of her mouth. I feel the burning desire for her begin to build...and too soon, it's over. Hawthorn pulls back, gently pushing my chest.

"Listen here, you absolute walnut." She giggles, shaking her head. "You have had plenty of time with me so far. It's Bittie's turn."

With a quick wink, I step back. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I turn my attention to Bittie. I give her the go ahead nod she's been desperately waiting for. I shake my head as I watch her launch herself at Hawthorn again, this time embracing her in a crushing hug.

"I am just so excited to finally meet you face to face!" Bittie squeals. Pulling back, I watch her face melt into a pout. "Aggie was trying to keep you all to himself. So unfair!"

The little shit stomps her foot, and both girls dissolve into a puddle of laughter. As they collapse on the grass, a mess of giggles, Ink and I shake our heads. I roll my eyes, smirking and enjoying every moment of Hawthorn's musical laughter in my ears.

"Okay, you two. Ready to eat?" Ink asks, pushing herself up to a seated position. "If we wait much longer, the pizza will get cold."

I watch as Hawthorn detaches from Bittie to crawl onto the blanket, who follows suit. Bittie plants herself next to Hawthorn, legs tucked under her butt. Little brat is positively beaming with glee.

"Yeah, Ink." Hawthorn says with a smile. "Let's eat."

I take my place beside her, laying on my left side so I can face her. I prop my head up with my arm as Ink passes out slices of pizza on paper plates. As we eat, Bittie talks Hawthorn's ear off. The two of them are going to be thick as thieves. It must be hard on her not being able to talk to Kaylee about who we are, so I'm grateful she has Ink and now Bittie.

I clear up the empty plates and pizza box as we finish eating. Getting to my feet, I walk the trash over to the park trashcan and chuck it all in. Walking back, I notice Hawthorn has shifted so her legs are straight out in front of her, ankles crossed. She's leaning back, propped up on her hands behind her.

I drop down onto the blanket again, only this time I roll onto my back, resting my head on Hawthorn's lap. A wicked grin spreads on my face, my eyes meeting hers. I rest my hands on my stomach, fingers interlaced. She returns the smile, and adjusts slightly. Suddenly, her fingers are running through my hair.

"Hawthorn!" Bittie's voice cuts through the moment of silence between us all. "I made you something!"

"Oh?" She cocks her head to the side. "What is it?"

I sit up, so she can unwrap the large rectangular gift. As she tears away the paper, her eyes light up, a mile wide smile spreading her lips. She drops the paper beside her, resting the canvas painting on her lap.

"You painted this...for me, Bittie?"

She sets the painting down on the blanket gently, and launches herself at Bittie. They topple over in a tangled hug. A low chuckle escapes me. These two are going to be an absolute handful when together.

"I drove." I say loudly over the giggling mess. "I'll tuck this into my car to keep it safe until we leave."

I grab the painting and wrapping paper. I chuck the paper in the trash can as I make my way over to the car parked at the closest corner of the lot. Unlocking the trunk, I lay the canvas flat. As I slam the hatch shut, I turn back towards the three women to find Ink approaching. I cross my arms across my chest, leaning against the back of the black car.

"What's up, Ink?" I ask, concerned by the look on her face.

She sighs heavily, shaking her head. Hands in her pockets, she looks at me with a pained look in her eyes. 

"What?" I ask again.

"It's Swindle." She says softly. "He lost track of Fuze in Canada. He's pretty sure the fucker is heading back down this way."

My eyes drift over to Hawthorn, head thrown back in laughter at whatever Bittie is saying, as pure rage builds in my chest. Fuck.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Happy Holidays everyone! Whatever you celebrate, I hope it is full of joy and love this year!