Harry.
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Her thoughts were loud, I could feel them. But they were hard to understand, so I couldn't quite read them.
She slid herself from my lap and I winced at the coldness she left behind. Reaching her dainty fingers out to me, she wiggled them, "You wanna go inside? It's getting too cold out."
I nodded, "Yeah." And took her fingers in mine. My body welcomed the contact and almost didn't believe she was truly even there. I wondered for how long it would feel like her touch was ghostly.
She led us back to the door after I'd pushed in the chair. The whooshing noise of the door sliding sounded but it was no match in waking up Dee. She was a heavy sleeper, always had been.
Mae let go of my hand once we'd settled back into the living room. The place was quaint and cozy and it was almost like it had been conjured up just for the two of them. I was glad Mae now had a proper place to call home, one that felt real, one that felt her own.
My mind was still reeling though, from all the things she'd said. A part of me was thankful that she'd felt ready enough to tell me, to speak to me about it. The other part of me wanted to do something so drastic as going back to the place her parents were at and giving them a serve.
I wanted to do more than that, maybe take some of their shit, smash a couple windows, key a couple cars. But most importantly, I wanted to grab them by the shoulders and tell them to snap out of it.
I wanted to make them realise what they'd done to their own daughter, that the neglect and dismissal they'd brought her up in wasn't just something she could shake. She was stuck with that for life, thinking that was the way others should treat her since she'd known nothing else.
I could tell that Mae had moved past that now, that she knew herself and that she was much more than what they'd made her once believe. But that didn't disregard the fact that she'd gone so many years growing up in that mindset.
She'd really believed that she wasn't as important as others, and she had believed that for more of her life than she had spent truly loving herself.
So, I wanted to shake those people who didn't deem worthy of being her parents, though I knew that I couldn't make them realise shit if they didn't want to realise it themselves.
"What are you thinking about?" Mae asked, her voice light and fresh from crying.
She'd cried and I'd cried and there was something so peaceful in that, because the space we'd created was a safe one. At the sight of her tears I wasn't rushing to tell her to stop, to 'Please don't cry because I don't know how to handle it', there was no angered question of 'Why are you even crying?'.
I was there for her because there was nowhere else I wanted to be, she was my home. I wiped her tears as they fell because I would be there to catch anything she needed me to. It was as simple as that.
"I'm thinking about what you told me, about how maybe one night this week I'll take a visit down to your old house and key their cars, maybe take down a window or two." I shrugged like it were a casual thing for me to say. Speaking it out loud made me more inclined to do it, and maybe I just would.
Mae let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head, "You're crazy, H. Maybe let me know and I'll come with."
I grinned, dimples and all. She looked mischievous and serious and I would go down there right now if she asked me to. But she didn't, because she probably wasn't being as serious as I was, and so I kept quiet.
A strangled groan came from behind Mae and her and I both focused on who it had come from. Dee, her sleeping form had rolled to the side and her arm was half hanging off the couch. It were a prime position for her to soon be woken up with a throbbing pins and needles sensation.
"Might move her to her room, she'll be more comfortable there." I said lowly, approaching the armchair to where Dee was crouched upon. "Yeah that's a good idea." Mae agreed from behind me.
I bent down, carefully sliding my hands beneath Dee's body, making sure to do it all gently. Scooping her up, I held her close to my chest and smiled at the way she looked so peaceful. I missed the girl now sleeping in my arms. I missed my best friend, and I couldn't understand why my younger self never appreciated her the way she should be.
"The one on the left, at the very end." Mae told me, pointing down the hallway to Dee's room. "Thanks." I whispered, beginning to make my way through the apartment.
Dee's dark hair cascaded down my arm and I felt proud to be able to see the years of growth that she was made up of. I'd known her for the important parts of my life. I'd seen her grow up, with me no less.
I'd seen her as a teenager, with neon elastic bands in her hair that she now wouldn't be caught dead wearing. I'd seen her get walked over by boys, I'd seen her feel her true self when talking to girls. I'd seen her have almost the same home life as I did.
Yet now, she was sleeping peacefully in my arms, and all of our wonders from years ago, of sitting in her brightly coloured room and wondering how life would pan out for us, seemed to all come together.
I'd veered from Dee so many times, but through it all she was still there for me. She let me do my thing, and if ever I returned, she'd be there. And she always was. I wondered how she did it. How she didn't completely give up on me and the disappointing burden I carried that would seem to spread and latch onto anybody I loved so they'd feel it too.
The woman in my arms had been through shit, as had we all, but she was strong and fierce and independent, and it was as I nudged open her bedroom door with my foot that I realised something.
That in all of my years of having a failure of a home, of being overlooked and happily left behind by the people who had raised me, it was only now, after I'd hit rock bottom and tried to push my way back up, that I was surrounded by the two strongest women I'd ever known.
Mae and Dee, the both of them, each had a power so strong, strong enough to tackle everything they thought they couldn't. They were the epitome of what would raise good children, their morals and qualities. They were everything I had been lacking, everything I thought couldn't exist in a life like mine.
I took soft steps over to the double bed in her room, which was decked out in dark colours and a far cry from the room she'd had as a teenager. It made me smile, the fact that I'd once had the privilege of knowing that version of her too.
Pulling the sheets back from one corner, I placed her down gently, her body immediately snuggling into the comfortable mattress. She rolled to one side, hands tucked underneath her chin. And as I lay the sheets back over her, I knew I would do everything in my power to make it up to her, to make her feel the same friendship and love she'd always had for me.
Leaving her to it, I backed out of the room as quietly as I could, shutting the door softly. My heart beat a little faster now, my blood feeling more alive as I realised the only two people awake in this apartment now was Mae and I. Even though it had been that way before, something felt different as I made my way back down the hallway.
It was quiet, unusually quiet. I kept my head down and only stopped by the next open door once I saw someone moving within it.
There she was, half hopping into her sweatpants, matching light blue sweatshirt on. I shouldn't have stopped, I realised that. But I did, accidentally, mesmerised by her and literally anything she did.
I only caught a glimpse of the thin band hitting high on her tattooed hips, a lacy kind of material. Though I tore my eyes away once I made out that she was turning around.
"Harry," She said as if to make it known to herself, "Sorry, I really wanted to get changed from last night's clothes." She bent down to pick up the discarded bra and panties she'd worn yesterday underneath her dress.
"No, that's okay." I said, hands in the pockets of my jeans. I watched her as she walked over to the basket in the corner of her room, dropping the two items down. I winced, I'd have called them back in a heartbeat. She turned back, facing me, "You want breakfast?"
I swallowed nervously, "Oh yeah, sure. If you're having something too."
She laughed softly, "Of course I am. I'm fucking starving." I nodded as she made her way past me, motioning for me to follow. I did, trailing out of her room and into the kitchen.
She was walking around so delicately, so gracefully, I could have sworn she was fucking gliding around like some ghost, like a person who was too much of a vision to be real. But she was real, she was, and that was what made me as pathetically nervous as I was.
Her long hair was secured in a high ponytail and the ends grazed along the softness of her blue sweatshirt. The auburn strands swayed as she looked around, opening cupboards, humming softly, "We kind of only have bread right now, clearly we need to have a shop. Is toast okay?"
I nodded again, "Toast is perfect actually, can't go wrong with it." She smiled gratefully and pulled the loaf down, twisting the clasp that held the bag together. She grabbed two slices and popped them into the toaster beside her, pushing down the lever.
"The most exciting spread we have is strawberry jam. We've also got butter. We aren't the most outrageous household when it comes to spreads." Mae said seriously, turning around to face me as she held the bench behind her.
I thought about it, "I've not had strawberry jam before." I said as I leant back against the bench opposite her.
She gawked, lips parting, "Ever in your life?"
I shook my head, shoulders shrugging, "Not in this lifetime, not that I know of." The toast popped beside her and she jumped a little, I grinned at that, she was on edge. "You have to try it." She said, turning to place the two slices on a plate. She slid two more pieces into the toaster before putting the loaf back in the cupboard.
"Let me have a taste then." I agreed, noticing her shoulders straighten as she stood with her back to me.
My eyes trailed over her neck, over the tips of ink that swirled upwards. I still hadn't seen what she had there, what had been inked onto her skin for life. I couldn't seem to get a grasp on myself, the way one look at even her fucking neck made my skin crawl with need.
She had entranced me entirely, and she'd done it mentally before she'd done it physically. She gave me her mind before she gave me her body and the same thing was happening now. Something was building, rising, simmering away, I couldn't give it a name because I wasn't exactly sure of what it was. But I knew, either way, that it would have me crumbling like the weak man I was when it came to her.
"Do you like the butter on when the toast has cooled down or still warm?" Her question yanked me out of my spiralling head, kicking me into action. I frowned, "Butter always goes on when the toast has cooled down, baby."
Going to stand beside her, she watched me with a grin, "Everybody likes things differently, thought I'd ask. I'm not saying you're wrong." Nodding to what she'd said, I slipped the butter-knife from her fingers and into mine. She grabbed the butter from the fridge and placed it out for me.
"So, you're saying I'm right?" I tried, hovering my hand above a slice of toast and feeling no heat radiate back. I began spreading the butter on evenly, making sure to cover the corners too.
Mae crossed her arms over her chest, "No," She tsked, "I'm saying you're not wrong." I snuck a quick look her way and loved the smile I found on her cheeks.
She was eyeing me like I was a pain in the ass, but one she'd happily have in her kitchen right now. I leaned in a little more, playfully smirking, "Tell me I'm right, baby. Say it. Say 'Harry you're right, the butter always goes on when the toast has cooled down'."
Her eye roll was a fierce one, her chuckle sounding sweet as she nudged my arm back and pushed away from the bench, "Get fucked, H." I broke out into a fit of laughter and got back to spreading the jam on.
"Tea? Coffee?" Mae called, flicking the kettle lever.
"Tea please." I called back.
The toaster beside me popped and I finished spreading the jam on the first set of slices, before grabbing the next and waiting for them to cool. Mae clinked mugs together as she grabbed them, scrambling for the teabags and getting ready for the kettle to finish boiling.
It felt like a normal morning for us and I couldn't help but let myself think about it for longer than I normally would. We were in it now, in the very scene of something that would play out in my dreams, in my everyday thoughts and wonders.
I'd never been happier making toast before, and watching Mae glide around like a fucking angel making our tea's made me all the more insane.
With butter and strawberry jam coating the next set of slices, I carried a plate in each hand and brought them over to the table. Just in time, Mae placed the kettle down after filling up each mug, she too carried them to the table, putting one down next to each plate. I pulled her chair out, motioning a hand for her to take a seat.
"Thanks." She smiled shyly, setting herself down.
I took the seat beside her and revelled in the feeling of being so close to her, of sitting right with her and not either of us going anywhere.
She picked up her hot mug, wrapping her hands around it and holding it underneath her chin. "Why you watching me, cherry girl?" I piped up, feeling it. My brows rose in question as she swivelled herself to face me entirely, hiking her feet up on the chair, knees bent.
"I wanna know if you like the jam." She said into her mug, voice echoing and taking a sip.
Humming, I picked up one of the pieces of toast and brought it to my lips. Her eyes went straight there, towards my mouth.
I rose it to my nose, "Smells sweet, gorgeous," She nodded with my words, swallowing. I lowered it to my lips again before taking a bite of it.
I chewed it, tasted it properly, then dropped my head back in a loud groan, "Taste's so fucking good. Mae! Babe, you were so fucking right, I had to taste it. How had I never had it before? Huh?"
Mae's sweet fucking laugh erupted around us, her hand gravitating towards my shoulder and pushing back slightly, "You're so full of it, Harry. Do you actually like it or are you just trying to make me happy?" She laughed out.
I swallowed the toast down, clearing my throat before I spoke, "Baby," The smile of her eyes lowered a bit as she looked at me like I had all the answers in the world, "I will always try to make you happy, real fucking peak happiness too, you know? In saying that, I really do fucking love the jam."
The grin that broke out onto her face was one I wished I could capture and keep with me forever. Her eyes sparkled with the light as she grinned, picking up her own piece of toast and taking a bite of it as she exhaled, "God, I just love you."
She paused.
I paused.
I gulped so loudly we both heard it.
The piece of toast slipped from Mae's fingers and landed upside down on her plate.
She watched me, eyes wider than wide, smile fading completely.
I watched her all the same, except a smirk was creeping onto my lips and my eyes were wide with wonder if I'd really just heard her say that.
"Oh no." I heard her whisper.
Her cheeks were reddening as the seconds went by, I wanted to tell her that she didn't need to be as shocked as she seemed, but it was also me who was shocked to have heard those specific words come from her lips.
I could see her mind ticking over. Her hands flying out before her as if to pause the situation. She stood quickly from her chair and backed away. I couldn't help but smirk, watching her freak out over something so fucking beautiful.
"Mae," I called to her figure that was furthering away from the table, "Just take a breath."
She didn't. She rolled her eyes and groaned loudly enough to wake Dee, even though that wouldn't happen.
Our eyes followed each other, around the corner of the wall until she backed into her room and I heard a frustrated squeal, "Oh for fucks sake!"
My heart was ready to pound out of my own chest.
I'd only been waiting years to hear her say that to me again. Which was all built on hope, not actually expecting her to. And she'd said it so casually, like it was such a normal thing for her to come out with. Her lips had let it slip without even a second thought, and knowing that made me feel like the happiest man in the world.
Discarding our breakfast for now, I pushed up from the table and slowly approached Mae's bedroom. The door was still open, her curtains not drawn enough to let too much light in, but enough to give the room a morning glow.
On her messy bed, there she sat. Hands covering her face, and shoulders slouched. I took a closer step, causing her fingers to seperate slightly so that she could peek through them.
"I'm so embarrassed, H. Don't come any closer." She whined into her hands all muffled.
I did, in fact, take a step closer. Not enough to reach her but enough for her to know I had. "Mae, it's okay." I told her, approaching her bed and taking a seat beside her, leaving enough room between us. "Really, it's okay. This kinda stuff happens all the time, you know, people say things without even needing to think it. It's totally normal, nothing for you to feel embarrassed about."
Mae's hands dropped from her face and landed in her lap.
Her head turned my way quicker than I could even process, "I'm not embarrassed because I love you. I'm embarrassed because I wasn't supposed to say that so soon, and I wasn't supposed to blurt it out like that. God, I'm so infuriating." Her nose was scrunched and she was peering up at the ceiling now.
I watched her like she was crazy, "You're not infuriating. Also, can you please repeat that?" I asked.
Her fierce eyes widened and I could tell that she was mortified, "Repeat what?"
My lips rolled together, "I'm not embarrassed because I love you," I repeated, "Because I love you." She blinked at my words and my dimples showed immediately.
I motioned towards my chest, curled fists pretending to insert the dagger she had verbally given me. I stuck my tongue out to the side and fell backwards on the bed, "You love me. Because you love me. Because Mae loves me! She loves me! She loves me!"
"Harry!" She squealed, standing immediately once I opened my eyes again, "You can't make fun of me! You're not allowed to." She paced the length from her door to her window, fingers rubbing at her temples.
Pushing myself back up to sit straight, my legs parted as I sat comfortably and watched her. "Uh huh, who said?" I asked with a confused look on my face.
She paused her anxious pacing, hands falling by her sides as she turned to me with a different kind of look in her eyes, "Me."
My lips turned downwards as if this was news to me, "Ohh, you? You said?" I nodded, pretending to think about it. While I did so, she had moved a few steps closer, whether she was aware of it or not, I wasn't sure. "Hmm, well that's fair, you wanna know why?" My voice had quieted a notch, and my head tilted back slightly as Mae came to stand between my legs.
"Why?" She breathed, her tone innocent.
There was no better way for me to tell her this now. It was really quite perfect. As she peered down at me like an angel that had all the power but didn't exactly know what to do with it. She did though, she did know what to do with it. That was her power after all, amongst many things, she knew exactly what to do.
So I stayed looking up at her bright eyes, hands to myself. "Because I would do..." My mind trailed off, every option in the world wanting to be included in this declaration, "I would do anything you asked of me, Mae." I watched as her plump lips parted, her eyes darting over me. "I know you know that." I told her, because she had always known it from when it mattered most.
I blinked, my voice soft but clear and words drawn out long, "But I would. I would do absolutely anything. I listen to you, baby."
She swallowed, eyes darkening.
Pondering.
Thinking. Always thinking.
"I love you."
I pinched my inner arm just in case, "Say it again."
"I love you, H." She smiled this time.
My head dropped back, hands running down my face as I exhaled out a long and muffled, "Fuckkk."
A part of me was worried I was dreaming, that my subconscious liked to play twisted tricks on me and this was one of them. Though I let my hands fall to the mattress I was sat on and I watched as Mae took a step closer, the sides of her thighs touching my own.
"I'm sorry I freaked out before," She frowned, still standing there like an angel that could easily say the word and ruin me, "I-I did this the last time I realised I loved you. It came out randomly in my head before I even knew I'd felt it."
She inhaled, swiping a stray curl that had fallen onto my forehead, "It seems to come so naturally I think I've always loved you."
"Jesus Christ."
She withdrew her hand and let it fall beside her again, "I'd still really like to keep going at the pace we were going though. I don't want to rush anything." She chewed on her lip like she had no idea of the way it distracted me, "We can do that, can't we?" I heard her question after she let her lip bounce back from being bitten. All fresh and pink.
"Of course we can, cherry girl." And we could. We could do anything, her and I.
The freckles dotting over her nose seemed more prominent this morning, they brought out the brown in her eyes. "I appreciate you being so patient with me, I know things haven't been easy." She whispered, tugging the wrists of her sweatshirt over her knuckles.
"When is anything ever easy for us?" I chuckled.
"Basically never." She shook her head.
"Basically never." I repeated.
"And I would have waited a lifetime for you." I reminded her, noting my patience would never have an expiration date.
"Do you recall a few minutes ago when-" I laughed breathlessly, seeing her focus, "When we were eating toast and drinking tea and you," I pointed up at her, "You told me, 'God, I just love you'. Do you remember that? Babe? How you confessed your love for me?"
Her eyes rolled hard, "Sometimes you need to learn when to shut this damn mouth, H." She groaned, cupping her hand over my lips. I smiled beneath them.
"Don't start a game you know you won't win."
I raised my brows at her challenge.
Slowly, she moved her hands so that my words wouldn't be muffled. "Don't start a game you know you won't win she says? That's very forward of you." I said, impressed. Her skin on my skin burned in the best way, it felt foreign and we both knew it.
I tried not to focus on the fact that she'd had her hands over my lips. I tried not to focus on the fact that I wanted both to protect her and ruin her all in one go. I tried not to focus on the fact that it had been years since my skin had merely even touched hers.
And now, our skin touching as it was, was supposed to feel normal? I was supposed to not let myself go completely insane?
"Even though I would win either way, if I wanted to win, you'd let me." She said, my focus realigning.
I crookedly smirked, "I would, would I?"
Mae laughed all light and refreshing, giving the atmosphere around us nothing but softness. She let her index finger just touch my bottom lip, hovering, barely there, as she tapped twice, "Mhm, it's cause you loooove me."
The pad of her finger was still dancing over my lip, though I grinned anyway, "You bet your ass I do." I watched her throat as she swallowed, those pouty lips slowly lowering out of her smile.
In a moment where I wanted to grasp onto what she was thinking, I knew nothing. I was completely blank for an answer and I should have known that Mae would always take me by surprise. She would always know what to do.
So as she took a tiny step back, hands falling to her sides, and as she looked at me with that innocent glint in her eyes that meant she was about to do something far from it, I, in fact, did not know at all what to do.
Her fingers tucked underneath the hem of her blue jumper, grabbing the bottom of it. With my head still tilted, now even more so, I watched with no oxygen going through me as she slowly pulled the jumper over her middle, over chest, over her head, and throwing it onto the floor.
I didn't take a breath, I didn't blink.
A white bra covered her chest, dainty little flowers all over it. It was the ultimate temptation of both angel and devil mixed into one. I didn't know what on earth to do with myself.
She was watching me, I could tell, maybe wondering what I would do, if I would take her so suddenly and ravage her finally. But I couldn't, she was too delicate, too unreal for me to do anything but appreciate.
"Uh," I nervously staggered, "I feel like I shouldn't be seeing you like this. You're aware you just did that? I can close my eyes if that was an accident." I gestured to her sweatshirt on the floor.
My eyes were flitting from her eyes, to her chest, to her top on the floor. Eyes. Chest. Top on the floor. Eyes. Chest. Top on the floor.
I was definitely fucking losing my mind.
"I'm aware I just did that, yes." She chuckled softly, nibbling on her lip, "Is it okay that I did?"
"Wha-" I breathed out a nervous laugh, "You're asking me? If it's okay that you just-" I rubbed at the back of my neck, "Yeah, course it's okay."
She smiled, relieved, as if there was ever a chance of me not being okay with it. She let her head fall forwards, breathing heavily as she closed her eyes.
"I need you," Her exhale was soft, "Just to have you here, right with me. I miss your touch. I miss you. I'm not ready for sex just yet but I'm tired of trying to tell myself that I don't want you to stay. I do, I always want you to."
"I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming."
Her little chuckle tumbled from her lips, "You're not. I promise." A part of me was still convinced I'd wake up any minute now though, that the half naked girl before me would vanish and if so, that would be okay.
I was a nervous wreck, in disbelief. I hadn't done this in a long time.
Inhaling a much needed breath, I steadied myself. Feeling my feet planted on the floor, hearing my own words come from my lips as I asked her, "Can I touch you? Are you sure about this?"
There was no contact between us, she wasn't leaning on any part of me, I wasn't almost near any part of her. Yet to have her eyes so intently focused on mine felt like she was hauled up against me completely.
"Yes, please. I'm sure." I heard her say. I watched her say. To make sure that this, what we were about to do, was really real. That she wanted this just as much as I did.
I'd read her lips and it came to me in slow motion, her taunting voice of 'Yes, please. I'm sure' was something I knew would haunt me for a lifetime. It had been so long since I'd been in any position like this one. At all. With her, seeing her like this. My head was pounding, wanting to wonder aloud 'Are you sure? Are you sure! Are you really sure?'
Mae must have seen the chaos in my eyes as she looked down at me, her gentle palms coming to cup the underside of my jaw, "I want this, Harry. Do you want this?"
I blinked.
Nodding ferociously, I said, "Yeah, I want this so badly I'm freaking myself out. Baby, it's been so long." And it had. A lot of time had passed for me to have definitely lost my touch. I hadn't forgotten how to please her, I was more so worried that a single touch to her skin would turn me to ashes right here on this bed.
"Remember when we spoke here on my porch?" She asked, finger running along the stubble coating my jaw. I gave her a small nod. "Well, I must have a problem with blurting things out. Because I said that I'd fooled around with other people, but I haven't. With Eli, well, we've kissed and stuff, explored over the clothes a little." She said lightly, rolling her lips together, as if she were communicating with her expression that she was sorry for bringing him up.
Of course it wasn't my favourite thing to hear, to know that he'd had his hands on the girl my heart beat for. But she was being honest, open. She was telling me the truth. She was communicating with me openly. She was pure fucking heaven.
"But, H," She chewed on the inside of her cheek, "He hasn't felt my skin, not properly. He doesn't know what it really feels like. Nobody does." I swallowed hard, my hands finding their way onto her hips, fingertips grazing the skin above her waistband.
I watched as my thumb swiped over her side before I blinked upwards, "Nobody but who?" My voice came out low, raspy, "Nobody's felt this skin? Nobody knows what it feels like, but who? Who does know what it feels like, baby?" My head tilted to the side.
Her jaw clenched, I noticed as it happened. Her eyes were getting all the more sharp as she stared me down. "You. You do." She stated, her soft tone not matching up with her fierce features.
I nodded, probably far more smartly than for my position of willing to do anything she asked of me, "That's right." I grinned, seeing her own cheeky smirk start to rise. Her lips looked tender, kissable, I swore my name was written all over them in her handwriting.
Her skin burned me, I was right to think it would. I was the one touching her and yet my body felt alive, my skin buzzed with life.
"I haven't been with anybody either." I told her, seeing her brows frown, "You haven't?" She questioned. My fingertips barely touched the underside of her bra before I retreated them.
"I haven't. It's you or nothing, cherry girl." It would always be her or nothing.
Our words floated about in the air for a small while, until the both of us processed them, understood them for what they were. When Mae slid her hands over my neck and down my shoulders, I thought I was dreaming. I always thought I was dreaming when I was with her. Her hands gravitated off my skin and towards her chest. Then, I watched.
She pointed at herself, turning her index fingers forward and drawing a heart in the air, she then pointed to me. 'I love you.' She mouthed throughout it all, grinning, smiling, at me. 'At me! At me! At me!' My head shouted in awe.
I took my hands from her body and held them between us, motioning to myself, outlining the heart, pointing towards her. I did it all. I mouthed those three words back to her and thought about how we both did not resemble the people we once were, and how thankful I was that we were no longer them.
My crooked smile matched hers, that little curl of her lips making my blood boil in ecstasy. I flattened my palms on the back of her covered thighs, she stepped forward with my gesture. Dropping my eyes from our connected gaze, I set sight on her middle, on her gorgeous tits that were so close to my face I thought I might die.
I lay my forehead on her skin, between her breasts, and inhaled her scent of sweetness. Holding her firmly against me, I pressed forward, lips touching her stomach. Her body shivered, I'd felt it, as I trailed down slightly with my mouth and deeply kissed the spot above her belly button.
Nothing could replicate the way she felt in my hands, the way she always felt. The light layer of goosebumps forming on her skin, the way her body reacted to me as if a touch of my finger was the equivalent to a block of ice.
My palms veered to her sides, steadying her in place as I kissed upwards along her stomach. Her skin roared to life with each lock of my lips, as if it were slowly realising my touch, as if it were shouting 'I remember you! I remember you! I know who you are!'.
I smirked and peered up.
Her eyes were dark now, completely so. She had parted her lips in the time that my own had been on her. As my hands skated across her, exploring her feel, they came to a stop on her lower back. "What's this?" I asked in wonder, my fingers now grazing over something that felt like metal.
She frowned for a second before she maybe realised, then she turned around. My eyes were met with intricate designs. Everywhere. There was no skin left unmarked by ink and both my heart and pants grew tighter at the sight.
It made sense now, why the swirls always peeking from her top could be seen. But it was shockingly beautiful just how much she had been hiding. She had a work of art woven onto her skin, which I thought was very ironic since she was a work of art herself.
There were too many drawings on her skin to look at all at once, even though it were a whole piece, each tattoo was extremely different to the ones surrounding.
I eyed what I could, following a path downwards; a strawberry with eyes as seeds, an impressively intricate piece of lemon, a record player with tiny little figures dancing upon it, a single chair with a person sat alone, a plant watering itself, a small squared upside down living room, a repeated line of words reading 'Let's go home. Let's go home. Let's go home', another line of repeated words beside the upside down living room that read 'Do you want to go home now? Do you want to go home now?'.
I wasn't exactly sure of what it all meant. Maybe it meant something, maybe it didn't. But the ones I saw weren't even a half of what made up her back. It could be stared at for hours and yet even that would not be enough time.
I lowered my gaze, swallowing, blinking, trying to break away from getting further distracted by every small tattoo I could see. On her lower back sat a small pair of sparkling crystal piercings. One in each dimple. She had back dimple piercings. Both the thought and vision made me want to topple over and die.
Looking between the two, getting distracted by so much ink, I must have been quiet for a few seconds because Mae turned slightly, peering back over her shoulder and looking right at me.
I met her eyes with an open mouth. "You're gonna kill me." I told her, I was so sure of it.
She smirked, "I know."
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A/N:
Part two will be coming extremely soon...😏
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