" Holy mother of..... " I squeezed Adams hand tighter as the tattoo man labled as Mike finished my tattoo. I know his circulation was cut of, he stopped grunting 20 minutes ago. The tattoo of a red dragon ran up my leg, to my hip, the swirled over my back. The dragons wings when over each shoulder blade and the talons went just above my boobs. Let's just say, this is my first and last tattoo. The tattoo man said he was on the snout of the dragon then he would be finished. While I'm getting the unsatisfying searing passion or of my head, this is what the tattoo man, Mike, looks like. He was a bald caucasian man with about an extra 95 pounds in fat on him. He had multiple tattoos going up his left arm the a picture of a hooker like women on his left. He had snake bite piercings, then two lip rings with the eyebrow piercings on each eyebrow and them hole thingies in his ear. They looked like hoop earrings inside his ear. He had a scruffy sandy red beard cut short that had a piece of unknown in it. He had a white V neck that showed off a nasty chest full of more tattoos and body hair. How did they even do that?? He had on leather biker pants that was waaaaayyyy too tight, a leather vest that you could see the seams ripping and a chain the held his keys to his waist. Holding up his pants was the biggest belt buckle I've every seen, saying
Texas
Yeah, he's from Texas [ note the sarcasm].
" And......done. " he announced. I finally let go of Adam's now red hand and he let out a sigh of relief. Good, he's still alive. I looked up to see Adam's tanned skin fading from a crimson red.
" Sorry Adam. " I said meekly. He nodded still trying to catch his breath. I chuckled and stood up with hot fiery pain in my back and right side. I winced and double over. Never doing that again. Adam picked me up and threw me over his shoulder without causing any pain. We stood there for a moment, Adam probably paying, then we stated walking out.
" Make sure to put that ointment on it every night and sleep on your stomach. " Mike called after us. I have him a thumbs up then let my hair fall in my face. I wonder if he was a rapper. I chuckled quietly, I could hear it nite.
Mike rapping the mike.
I burst into laughter a my childish thought.
" What so funny?? " Adam asked. I quickly shouted up not wanting to feel ashamed about my wierd thinking. Then I thought,
Why should I care? I'm wierd, right?
Right.
I should except it, right?
Right.
Should I stop taking to my self like a mad man before Adam puts me in a mental asylum?
Yeah, you should.
Oohh quiet you.
" Having fin back there? " Adam chuckled. What does he know? He's just a dark purple jelly bean. Just pain nasty.
Nahh, he's the pink one. Nice and tasty. My self cocoa said. No, I don't have a self conscious, I have a self cocoa, named Chichi. I love cocoa, it helps me think. Sometimes way too much. By the way, pink jelly beans are my favorite that's why Chichi said it. Oh yeah, Chichi's actually a dude. I was hopped up on sugar one day and the name just stuck.
" We're home. " Adam announced. Holy candy corn. When did he put me in the car? How did he put me I'm the car? I was laying on my stomach and my bra was unhinged with my shirt up missing my tattoo by a millimeter. Did he do this?? Nahh, he wouldn't.......would he?? Hmm.......... I eyed Adam as he opened the car door and outstreaching his hands.
" Come on, this ointment is suppose to be applied every 8 hours for 3 days. " he grunted. I squinted my eyes and perched my lips. He rolled his eyes at my actions. He closed the car door and walked away. Is he really doing this, right now? Its freezing in here and my sweat is frozen to the seat. I don't know how I'm sweating in the cold though. I wonder, if Wooly Mammoths sweat, what does it smell like?? Does it smell like wet meat or a cashmere sweater after its been in chlorine? What about dogs? Why do white people, no racist, smell like we dog when they're wet? So I've been told. How do you even describe wet dog?? Musk?? Then, what does musk smell like?? What does froggy breath smell like?? What in the world goes on in my mind when I'm not thinking? I don't even want to know.
" Timber!! " Adam suddenly yelled doing me. What the flargnog?? I screamed and waited for the ground to hit me, yet it never came. Only soft cushion on my stomach. My face went right into the pillow and my hair flowed out over the bed. The bed?? He picked me up? I really need to stop zoning out like that. The warmness of the bed relaxed my muscles sending my brain into oblivion for a moment.
" Take of your shirt and pants, then put this on. " he shot something in my face and walked to the bathroom. I looked at the outfit and found a newly purchased gold bathing suit. It was mostly string. It looked like it would cover the important parts but not the side of my hips, or my back, it was literally just a piece of cloth on a string. I wouldn't wear this to a bathing suit bar, yes, there are those. I looked at the clock as it read 7:30. Adam turned the sink on and I ran to my room. That book sitting in my nightstand was making me secretly feel guilty. I ran back on his room with out and shoved it into the back of his dresser drawer. I slipped on the "bathing suit", if you wanna call in that, and sat down waiting for Adam to come out.
20 agonizing minutes later, he came out. His hair was wet, and sticking down at the sides. Water still dropped onto his shirtless body cascading down every......single.....delicious ab. His shorts hung low of his waist giving me a fill view of his V line. Let me tell you, it was a sight to behold. He dried his hands off but I was too busy drooling over the succulent 8 PAC God, to pay attention. He was like a sexy Greek God standing in the mist. I stared, no shying away at all. I'll admit it,
Adam is hot, like superly majorly hot. Volcanic hot. Channing Tatum hot. That delicious, better than brownies and that means a lot coming from me.
" Sage! " I shook my head up at Adam trying not to look back down. It took all my will power not to do so.
" Huh? " I asked in a daze. He held up the tube of ointment in his hands shaking it for emphasis.
" I said lay down and undo the strings. " the request was odd, what was the point of putting it on if I just needed the cloth and not the string? The question lingered but I followed instructions. I held my overly large boobs in one hand and pulled a single string, undoing the knot. I peek from under my eyelashes to see Adam drooling over me. I don't understand why, besides the tattoo, I have a huge scar from the edge of my dragons wings to the tip of its talons. The scar from the car accident still showed on my bare stomach making me wince at the memory. I undid the strap to my right leg then laid on my stomach. My arms was in front of me with my chin resting on it. A few moments later, the cold chill of ointment squirted to my back. I shivered as I felt Adams warm, soft and massage my back tenderly. I sighed in pressure staring perfectly still until he finished my back.
He hesitated, then his bad boy persona took over and stared rubbing my thigh. The close proximity to where his hand was made me shiver in delight. I felt him chuckle and blushed a little.
" You remember the feeling don't you? " he asked. Not trusting my voice, I nodded. I do feel it, mostly when I walk. It shocks me for a moment then it disappears. The feeling is addicting, I almost........want more.
" The house is going to be empty for a while. Only the teens remain here, " he changed the subject. " I have a surprise for you in the morning. You can sleep in here, your not suppose to move a lot. "
Why would he say that? Me moving shouldn't effect the ton of ointment he put on me. Should it? Instead of going on about it in my head, I just silently agreed. This bed is majorly comfortable, I wasn't planing on getting up anyways. This pillows are like clouds wrapped in silk. I can't wait to have this bed all to myself. I will......right????
" Where are you going to sleep? " I asked him. He's not sleeping in the bed with me, is he? I'm not complaining but, is he?
" On the couch downstairs. " he mutters in disappointment. I shortly nodded with a frown on my face, I'm not used to this room. That window with the view of the forest makes me think there is someone watching. Waiting, just for nothing. Okay, I'm officially scared. I'm a big wimp when it comes to stealers and any type of bug that touches me. If the bug is in the way, he alright, but jump on me?? No, no, no, I no do that.
" Or........ You can stay in here with me? " I slightly questioned.
Please say yes, please say yes. I chanted in my head. I don't like it in here.
" Where would I sleep? " he asked with a bit of amusement. Where else would he sleep.........
" The floor " I stared sarcastically. His hands finished rubbing my thigh and the cool air made me get goosebumps.
" Alright. " he agreed. He pulled the covers over me carefully placing it on my back. The warmth was too intense so I let my tattoo leg hang out the blanket. Ah, there we go. Adam got a couple of pillows and laid partially under the bed. He actually was going to lay on the floor? Why would he do that? Just because I asked him? The couch is way more comfortable than carpeted for, but not by that much.
" Your really going to sleep on the floor? Your back is going to hurt. " I said and hung one arm off the the bed, next to Adam's face.
" I'm not staying down here all night, just until you fall asleep. " he stared matter-of-factly. Well, Mr. know-it-all, do what you wanna. I let out a small yawn and dropped my eyes closed.
" Sing a song? " I asked warily. He chuckled and shook his head.
" Sorry, I don't sing. " he replied. Oh he is such a liar.
" Your song when we was kids. It was as some reunion. You was 3 and we could barely understand you but you sounded good for a kid. Come on, I know you sung a song after we lost contact. " I pressed. I made a pout face and batted my eyes. He huffed and agreed. I closed my eyes and awaited the possibly terrible voice. My guess was wrong. The man sung like and angel.
" I'm holding on a rope, got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearing what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me, then you go and cut me down
But wait,
You tell me that your sorry, didn't think I turn around
You say,
Its to late to apologize
Its too late
I say, its too late to apologize
Its too late, too late
I take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you
I need you like a heart needs a beat but its nothing new
Yeah, yeah
I loved you when the fire red, now its turning blue
And you say
His voice lulled on as my eyes slowly shut. I felt him grab my hand and say something I couldn't understand. Then he continued to sing. A smile appeared on my face and I hummed along until darkness consumed my thoughts and me.