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Timberly
Waking to the sun kissing my skin from the overhead sky light that runs in a long parallel line with his whole place it sends the most luscious warm feeling over my skin and it lights up the dark of Ghost’s Dragon tattoo.
Running my fingers over the shapes and spirals the wings, its teeth, head and eyes.
So enchanting the colours are stunning blacks, silvers, whites blending into deep blood red and crystal blue the dragon’s eyes are the deepest emerald I have ever seen and draw you deep into them wanting, begging, needing to know the story behind such a magical and rather insanely intriguing tattoo.
I watch the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes.
Both of his nipples are percid. He has scares peppered all over his skin all finally I can really look closely at his body with his eyes a shut and sleeping there is no reason my body will shut down as the weight of his stare is blanketed with his eye lids. His breathing lulls my nerves to a calm, like a wave rolling into the beach shore.
He truly is all I could ever have dreamt of him this man lying in front of me.
The boy with the dragon tattoo...
Who actually has my heart... Even if he doesn’t realize it, slowly together we will thaw it...
I fell for him...
I think as I trace small patterns just above his skin far enough away to not touch but close enough to feel the heat.
The way his voice sounds the old soul grit that laces is vocal cords.
The way his eyes drink me in as a woman not a girl.
He doesn’t see a phatic wounded, broken or scared...
He sees what I know is deep buried deep below in the pit of the darkness.
We are the same and that’s why I will love him more than I have anything.
He has scars all over him, they mirror the ones that are peppered over me and my heart.
Running my eyes slowly over the small scares that are peppered all over his chest and torso even disappearing down past the abs and the snail trail of hair that is fucking sexy by the way. So many small dots cover his skin and the scales of the tattoo are carefully inked into to his skin to accommodate a lot of them as are the other parts of this massive half body tattoo.
Leaning down closer to his beating heart I take the plunge and just do what my body wants, fuck my mind over thinking every single thing.
Running my tongue out over my lips to dampen as the urge to taste him washes deeper over me and into my core my lips find his skin sending out the smallest softest kisses over his bare chest.
Kissing each scar slowly moving over his body every slight curve of his torso and ripple of muscle following the lines of the tattoo till I’m back to his heart the one place I want to live like forever.
I stop hovering over his heart for a few short moments to see the beat that sits just under the skin and my lips find the biggest group of scars that sit dotted over where his heart is and one Emerald eye of this massive Dragon.
My breath still in my throat as my heart screeches to a stop the midnight black of the dark erupts as the spots come fuck me “I didn’t meannnnn.” I stutter out not quite able to finish.
He body set like rock, rigid and tensed his vein in his throat protruding and pumping with the shrill flow of his increases blood supply to his body he is holding his breath just like I am both scared and in panic me coz I’m well me and Ghost well I’m unsure I was this close to him last night but them when I did touch his chest he didn’t quill up a coil of panic.
His hand reaches up grabbing behind my neck squeezing a vice like grip that has my heart rate spiking and the sound pumping in my ears.
“Ghost,” I whisper out as the other hand finds my throat. “Ah Ghost you’re hurting me,” I squeeze out as his fingers tighten compressing the little air that is in my windpipe.
“Open your eyes.”
Pulling back as far as I can try to pull him from whatever it is that has him spinning the fuck out on me. ripping my hands from his chest in a dire need to breathe my hands try to break the grip he has around my throat the dots cascading like a thick heavy fog now as the sheer panic grips me for my life and to breath fuck the dark it won’t take me before I let him see it’s me.
That one movement my skin no longer on his he snaps his eyes open hard and fast I see then the pain and shock dancing through them.
His pupils are dilated and fear washes through them as I try hard to stop him.
My hands trying to pry his fingers from my throat needing air, the tingle of dizziness and the black spots dancing out over my vision making Ghost’s profile look like a night times sky lit up with a million stars dancing over the inky black blanket of night.
“Ghost pleaseee,” I plead with him my hands falling as my body goes limp, my eye lids flickering as his hands snap of from around mine and I fall backwards on the bed my hair fanning out around me in a soft whoosh gasping for air sucking massive deep lungful’s down the stars start to fade and the feeling comes back.
My fingers find where his had been practically strangling me and rub over what I know will be angry red finger prints that will turn into nice purple blue bruises.
I have had the same marks gracing my white flesh many times.
Fuck at the moment I’m a walking banner for every shade a bruise can go before disappearing.
“Fuck me, Poppet fuck, I'm so sorry.”
His body is up and over mine in an instant his hands on either side of my face his hair falling over his eyes.
His cheeks are pale, and his lips mirror mine blue and his eyes are tormented and scarred on instinct my hands leave my throat and wrap around either side of his face the stubble on his cheeks prickling into my hands as I hold him firmly in an effort to comfort him as much as I need it.
“It’s ok babe,” my breathing still rapid and horse needing air my lungs are burning.
“I get it, torture can do that to a human.”
His body falls down onto mine his forehead meeting mine.
“Poppet I didn’t, shit I didn’t ever want you to see that part of me or ever feel just how dark I can be, for me to do that to you is fucking disgusting.”
He says hurt lacing his words sending shivers out over my body.
“It’s ok I get it,” my lips reaching up kissing his softly as he specks back over me.
“Years, Poppet it was years of abuse, this is why I don’t let people in, you’re the first women ever to sleep with me in my bed.”
The weight of his pain hits me taking what air I did have left and had built up in my lungs whooshing back out a tear falls from his eye as one leaves my own.
His pain I know, I have my own scars he falls from me laying on his back with his hand over his eyes shielding himself from me, so I can't look into his eyes that are laced with embarrassment.
Rolling onto my side pulling my hair out from under me and laying down on my arm.
“These scars are from a past that looks as horrific as my own, just know that I won’t judge and I sure as hell won’t run.”
My hand hovers over his chest the heat from his skin meeting it as I lower it over his heart he goes dead still my heart stops he can’t handle it if he’s not in control of it then he freaks out.
I get that all too well.
“I won’t hurt you, please let me take your pain. Ghost give me your nightmares and take my heart lock it away, my love will be the light that you need to be set free.”
Breathing out deep I watch him as he lays there still broken in front of me.
“Finally, someone who sees through the mask and the me I hide.”
His voice is cold closing my eyes.
“You don’t have to be anyone other than you with me Ghost, I will always love whatever you give me.”
I say to him it’s the truth I love this man who saved me, worshiped me and showed me that broken is fucking beautiful.
“Tell me what happened, who did these?” I question him he turns onto his side, his fingers dragging back through his hair pulling it back from his eyes.
His body is shaking his skin clammy a slight sheen of sweat beads over him.
“Dope Sickness is no joke,” I breathe out between us as my fingers wipe his forehead.
His eyes find mine “Fuck no, Poppet, it’s torture.” His words are shaky.
“You must be in deep to have it affect you so soon after a hit.” My voice is calm but not comforting. I’ve been down this road one too many times.
“Deffs Poppet I was injecting, snorting, smoking all fucking day and night,” I hear the embarrassment laced with the taste of wanting a hit in his tone.
“Wicked and functioning well done.” Looking away for the pain in his eyes pulling a tissue from the box on the night stand wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead his body shaking, I pull the covers up over him.
“Not many addicts can function in a world that high,” his laugh a bit shaky but still a laugh sounds out around us leaning down I kiss his forehead.
“It's going to pass,” I whisper, not trusting my voice as I know this is going to be one hella epic come down.
“Poppet, I’ve done drugs for so long, I don’t even know how to function in a world clean.” The pain in his voice breaks my heart pulling myself up the bed resting my head on the headboard its leather crisp and black with buttons sunken into it rather fancy.
“Come shuffle back,” placing my hands under his arms, his skin hot and clammy the touch gives me an electric swirl of butterflies dancing through me fuck who am I kidding just looking at him gives me butterflies.
He drags his body up the bed in between my thighs resting his head back onto my chest.
My heart is beating so fast I'm sure he can hear it and feel it, wrapping my arms tight around his chest.
“We can sit here till it passes,” his hands finding my thighs and grabbing the flesh digging his nails in the touch sending a fire through me my hands tighten around his chest as his breathing quickens.
“Ghost, I know it fucking hurts you but, like you did for me last night, I’ll do the same to you, my touch will not ever hurt you, trust me.”
Leaning my head back I feel his body slowly relax not as much as I would like but it's there he is falling back into my body, my touch, his breathing slowing as is my own.
I may talk a tough talk but shit the walk is a tad harder, I'm shitting myself, I'm breaking all my rules and I'm really fighting the dark of a panic attack to stay in control of this.
“It's not always been this way Poppet, I hated drugs, despised them loathed what they did to people, to families, to my family.”
I look down over him studying him and his movements. The way his legs are linked with mine. The way his hands hold mine into his body. The way his chest rises and falls with every heavy breath that he takes. The way the dragon tattoo is wrapped and blended into his body. Easing down a little in the bed pulling his soul tighter into mine.
“Before I was a Reaper, before I was this monster that lays before you now. I was just a boy Poppet, who had a mother and a brother, I had a home not far from where you lived but drugs and a unhealthy obsession for each other killed it, took it all away from me and I was left hungry, lost, broke, and above all else alone Poppet fucking alone in this world. I set fire to what was the home that held the nightmares the place they died together wrapped in each other’s arms a slap in my face and a bitter, pungent taste in my mouth.”
He stops sucking in deep breaths of air filling his hurting body with the burn of a fresh day’s air, tears welling in my eyes I know this pain.
Rubbing my hands over his torso small comforting circles waiting for him to calm his breathing to carry on.
“They were lovers, mother and son I caught them so many times and each time they promised to stop. You know my brother finally one day said no and each day that he denied her sex and the hit of a needle she burnt me with her cigarettes and her lighter. I can still smell the flesh burning the sound of my skin crackling heating up the lighter and stabbing it into my body day after day, night after night, hour after hour she got so much satisfaction out of it Poppet that even when I caught them sleeping together again she still went about burning me. She got off on the torment and the feeling of it.”
Tears rolls down my cheeks as I struggle to hold my body racking sobs in swiping the tears from my face before they fall into my poor man’s hair he doesn’t need my pity right now.
How the fuck could a mother do that oh fuck who am I kidding look at what mine did to me.
“She used to get so high Poppet that she would throw herself at me grab my cock and pump it hard between her nicotine stain fingers. She would say shit like you wanna fuck mommy don’t you baby. You want mommy to suck your dick.”
His body goes rigid as I pull my body from his and he moves up the bed I scoot in front of him bringing his face into my hands, tears running down my face as sweat runs down his, his stare blank not there no one home my heart drops.
“Ghost,” he closes his eyes at the sound of my voice.
“Men after men came into the house, Poppet, taking what they wanted from her, taking her soul for more drugs to fill the empty.” His body shakes uncontrollably now my fingers interlocking with his to in a feral attempt to anchor him to me.
“She took my big brother with her Poppet, my Big Brother he was my fucking hero, my life the only man I ever looked up to and she took him and broke him. She threw him on the drug induced ride to hell. I started to beg plea with them to just hotshot me give me. To give me a dirty hit so I could just fade away from this nightmare. I asked them so many times to stop let’s go back to how it was before daddy left but nope Poppet one night I had enough her dealer come and tried to take me for payment wanting my ass I fucking ran Poppet and ran it was days before I went back there and what I found turned my life as I knew it into a tailspin of anger, violence, pure self fucking destruction. There they were Poppet in bed naked wrapped in each other arms dead needles sticking from their veins and a note explaining they couldn’t do it any more live like that and not truly be free to be together. My brother said he couldn’t see the shame in my eyes anymore and watching what she did to me broke him, but he loved the way she tasted on his tongue and he was sorry it had to be this way.”
Finally, his eyes open as a tear rolls down his cheek a fresh sliver line lacing down the clammy grey of his cheek catching it I pull him into me wrapping him in my embrace pulling, squeezing his body needing to climb inside him and take all that fucking horrid pain and vicious filth from his body.
“So, Poppet...” His breath warm on my neck, his tone low as a small hiccup leaves him. “I walked out. I burnt the fucking place down to the ground, sat there in a burnt-out car and just watched as the horror I had known went up in flames leaving me with nothing but an empty feeling and nightmares they didn’t go with them they stayed wrapped into the fibre of my brain. For days I just sat there wishing death to find me and... well... death didn’t find me, the Reapers did. Bray picked me up and, in a way, saved me but then killed me as what I became over the years for them is what caused me to do the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t.”
He stops the air in the room stilling with his as the weight of his words sink into us both and I finish it for him.
“Drugs, Heroin being your drug of choice or the very own lady love, but she’s not really love though is she.” pulling back from him looking into his eyes searching them staring way down deep.
“I'm love! I’ll show you what love really is. Today we will walk out as King and Queen to this underworld you call home. We will rule, and I will be beside your side though all the horrors I know you and what you do better than you think. I will handle all that is thrown at me as long as you give me your truth, Ghost. I got you and we got this.”
I watch as his eyes search mine moving slowly still dilated but clearing his hands find my sides running up from my hips to my shoulders rolling down my back his forearms rest on my shoulders his smell intoxicating his presence is overwhelming and I love it the closeness, the pain, the comfort, the no need to sugar coat anything the fact that we can be ourselves no hiding there is no need. We are the same his forehead comes forward onto mine. We both close our eyes and just breathe each other in this moment where we become one my demon reaching out taking his and together they form one a vicious being ready to claw its way through this fucked up world and together we will be a force to fucking be reckoned with.