Page 97 of Your Fault

He looked at me, trying to guess what I was getting at. “Are you talking about something nasty, Freckles?”

His response was funny. But I wasn’t about to tell him. Among other things, because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Grinning, I pushed him out of the bathroom.

“Lie down on the bed,” I ordered him.

He looked doubtful, but he did what I asked. I opened a drawer on the nightstand and sat on his stomach.

“What are you up to?” he asked with a dark glimmer in his eyes.

“None of what’s probably passing through that perverted mind of yours.”

After saying this, I brought a marker to my lips and took the cap off with my teeth. His eyes opened wide.

“No fucking way,” he said, reaching up and grabbing my wrists.

“Oh yes fucking way, and you’re going to remain totally still while I do it,” I replied, jerking away from him.

He rolled over me and pinned me against the mattress.

“Put that back where it was unless you want problems,” he warned me, but I could see in his eyes that he thought it was funny.

I kept hold of the permanent marker, though, and I intended to use it.

“Just tell yourself it’s something I’m going to do to you. Me alone and nobody else. I’ve never drawn on anyone’s body before. That will make it sweet, special.”

He lifted his head and observed me with curiosity and interest.

“You call that sweet and special?” he asked.

“Anything I do with your body is sweet and special,” I said with a smile.

“You’ve been hanging around me too much, that’s clear.” He rolled back, sitting me on top of him, right where I wanted to be.

“Be good,” he warned me, resting his hands on my bare thighs.

This was fun, and even if it wasn’t my intention, it was helping me to leave aside that emotional burden that had weighed down on me those past few hours. I bent over him and started tracing out a drawing on his chest. A heart on his pecs, a happy face on his shoulder, anI love youover his heart. This supposed punishment soon turned into a love letter composed on his skin…one I had written to him. He stared at my face the whole time while his fingers traced circles on my skin and I worked to make that decoration on his sculpted body as beautiful as possible. I wanted to show him how much I loved him, I wanted him to understand that he was the only one for me.

That ink was covering our pain, drawing a new bond between us.

With a smile, I grabbed his wrist and wrote one last message on it:You’re mine.

Forever.

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Nick

I didn’t take my eyes off her once as she did whatever she wished to my body. That was any man’s dream, but it never occurred to me that whatever she wished would mean drawing a bunch of dumb shit all over me. Still, observing her the whole time, as I was allowed to then, was priceless. She was concentrating so hard on what she was doing that she had no idea how incredibly beautiful she was to me in that moment.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes swollen from crying the night before. I knew I shouldn’t be such an asshole, but I loved the way her lips looked after she’d cried… It made me want to kiss her till the end of time. I took advantage of her being distracted by her task to soak in her every gesture and to stroke her thighs and knees.

At some point, my hand strayed too far into forbidden ground, and she gave me a sharp look to make me stop.

“Keep still,” she ordered me with an amused smile, then looked down at my wrist. I let her sketch out one last thing.

“I’m done,” she said, putting the cap on the marker and coming down to kiss me on the lips. Staying still that long with her half naked on top of me had been torture.

Holding her waist, I rolled over until I was on top of her.

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