But impulsive decisions were made.
That’s just one of the effects he had on me – he’d make me want to explore the craziest possibilities, and do the craziest of things.
And all of that happened, simply because I couldn’t get enough of him.
“I’m not getting a tattoo,” I giggle, as he had spent the entire weekend trying to convince me, and here we were in a tattoo shop, his fist tightening and loosening with the needle penetrating his skin just above the crease of his elbow.
He had decided to compliment the wolf with an outline of a mountain peak, and I didn’t exactly see the point in this, but I sat through the whole thing and watched in awe.
It looked relaxing, really.
“You’re just afraid you’ll pass out,” he responds, and when I smack him across the chest the artist almost messes up his work.
“No Theo, I can’t.”
“Who’s stopping you?”
Well, my parents and Sam, but technically they’re not here, so –
No. That’s ridiculous.
Right?
“I don’t even know what I would get,” I couldn’t believe I was actually considering this, but I guess his cute whines and pouts had influenced my decisions rapidly.
“How about a quote from one of those cheesy novels you read all the time?” He mocks, but the idea was actually really great in its context.
“They’re not cheesy!” I smack him again.
“Oh no, of course. Just highly unrealistic.” He laughs, but his comment slightly saddened me, because I knew this to be true, but I still refused to believe that happy endings didn’t exist.
It was such cynical thinking, even for me.
“Come on, Dove. You could always get it carved out of you if you don’t like it,” he bites back more laughter, and I roll my eyes at him.
“A small one?” What the hell was I thinking? I mean it was spontaneous thinking, and now that I look back, probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, but at the time it just seemed so intimidating.
So foreign.
So unlike me.
“Somewhere well hidden,” he winks, and this time I almost push him off the chair, but again he had a point.
And so, Theo had managed to do it again. Just under half an hour later, we walked out of the tattoo shop, his mountain peaks elegant on his sculpted arms, and my little “cheesy” novel reference in the form of a small and delicate feather quill on my hipbone.
“Cute,” he had tried to trace over the ink, lifting my jumper up slightly to reach it, but I quickly snapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch it! It could get infected.”
“You’re irritating.”
“You’re obnoxious.” I shrug, and go to peck a kiss on his lips, but he had different ideas, and deepens it at once, parting them with a forceful tongue.
“Theo!” I complain, but he doesn’t budge.
“We’re in the middle of the road.”
He pulls away, and guides me quickly down an alley just round the corner from the shop.
“This can’t be sanitary,” I giggle, as his brilliant green eyes stare right into mine, holding so much want.
“Well, neither are the stands, but you don’t seem to have a problem with that when you’re soaking,” he chuckles, his lips moving to my neck, nipping at the skin.
“Take it off,” I breathe, referring to my jumper, all my clothes really, biting down on my lip as his lips hovered just above where they had left kisses in their wake, his breath cool against the thin skin there.
And when he does, I mentally praise myself for the quick shopping spree I had decided to go on during one of my free periods.
“Holy shit,” his eyes gawk at the lace ensemble replacing my usual, cotton one.
I had decided I needed some new underwear, and while I wasn’t fully comfortable with the idea of lingerie, even though he never made me feel anything short of sexy in anything I wore, I decided that a sophisticated set would do the trick just fine.
“You like it?” I bat my eyelashes a little, watching him watch me.
His gaze ever so intense, it hurt.
“Stop talking,” he growled, and brusquely turned me so that I was facing the wall we were leaning against, and he pressed himself to my back.
“Oh my god,” I brought a hand up to my mouth, while the other rested on the wall for some support.
His thrusts were quick and needy, and my legs began to shake before it was over. The way he’d always claim my body mesmerised me.
There was so much passion between us, so much lust –
And neither of us wanted to know what would happen next.
He runs his palm flat down the length of my back, before gathering a fistful of my hair in it.
“Theo -” I choke, tears brimming my eyes from the intensity, and I couldn’t have imagined a better way to end my weekend.
“You’re going to come for me, Dove. Right now,” he demands, and goes to switch positions, pulling out at the last second as he bent down, allowing his tongue to bring me to the edge, then spilling all over my stomach, as I arched my back in order to make sure it wouldn’t drip down.
“Fuck,” he releases himself onto my flaming hot skin, and extends his arm out to lean against the wall, ragged breaths escaping the both of us as we tried to bring our heartbeat back down.
“You need to stop forgetting your condoms,” I pout, and he kisses my open mouth, pushing back the curls that now flopped down on his forehead.
“No, you just need to stop using me for sex,” he had said jokingly, and shoved me lightly by my shoulder.
“You started it!” I let out a loud laugh, and he simply shakes his head and smiles, a wide grin taking over his face.
But it didn’t matter who had started it, because in the end, we would always end up in such situations.
It seemed as if neither of us could really help it.