N I C H O L A S

I WATCH AS Ryan walks towards Benji, sitting down on the chair next to the tattooing bed and lays her arm flat, exposing her wrist for her tattoo. When we sat on the couch, she was shaking like a leaf from how nervous she is. Hearing Matthew complain how badly his hurt clearly didn't help to calm her nerves, and I think she's more nervous now than when she first walked into the house.
Ryan always expressed her interest in getting a tattoo when she was with me. I remember when she was 15 years old and was there for my upper arm sleeve I got for my mom. Ryan was just a kid then and in no way ready to be making decisions about tattooing her body. Only I was one to talk. I got my first tattoo at 14 years with a really bad fake ID, and I was just as nervous then as Ryan is now.

"Princess?" I say as I kneel next to her. Her leg is bobbing up and down, anxiously bouncing to a beat of nerves, something she and I share, but she needs to stay calm. "Just take deep breaths, okay? You need to stay still so Benji doesn't mess it up." I laugh, trying to ease her.

"Mess up? Dude... What the fuck?" He chuckles with his shoulders shrugged then he turns his attention to the quivering girl next to me. "It's okay, Ryan. You just tell me when to stop if it starts to hurt too bad, okay?" Benji says and I give him a small smile to thank him for being so considerate towards her. "I'm just gonna go stencil this out."

Benji has never gone easy on me when he has tattooed me over the last two and a half years, even on the painful ones. When I found him he was one of the only few artists I found that was comfortable tattooing over scar tissue and believe me, I had a lot of scars to cover. Loads of artists turned me down, but Benji was willing to give it a shot. And thank fuck he didn't back down.
That first session with Noah, Nat, and I on our matching sibling tattoo was a harsh sitting. All Benji did was moan how much we whined and complained about the pain, only what do you expect when all three of us were getting a tattoo down our rib cages. When I asked him if he could cover the "war wounds" I use to call them on my stomach and back, he jumped at the chance to help me out. I can't tell you how much money I've paid him to cover almost my entire body in ink, but all of it was worth it. Every single masterpiece.

Ryan sits still , bouncing her leg, nervously watching as Benji stencils the tattoo she picked out. When he beckons for her wrist she starts to bite her nails and I know I need to do something to keep her calm. "Stand up princess." She doesn't hesitate and does as I ask.
I sit on the chair she was just sitting in and I grab her hips, moving her in front of me to sit her down on my lap. The sweet scent of marshmallows and her amazing perfume engulf me and I inhale deep to smell her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, my chin resting on her shoulder I whisper in her ear as my hands disappear under her t-shirt, stroking her soft skin soothingly, "it's gonna be okay princess, you just need to calm your nerves. I'm here, okay?" She nods and places her wrist down while Benji looks at me with an amused grin. Not only is he my tattoo artist, but I'm lucky enough to call him a friend and the soft, gentle guy I sometimes tend to be around Ryan is never seen by many. And certainly not Benji.

Clearing his throat he asks, "ready?"

Ryan takes a deep breath and nods her head. He places the stencil down and I finally see what tattoo she was getting. It's a treble clef and bass clef formed into a heart. I smile down at the piece of art she's picked, knowing how much music means to her because it means just as much to me.

"It's perfect for her," I think with a smile.

As much as she loved reading and writing, music was always number one for her. Ryan always said that it didn't matter what language you spoke, music always brought people together, even if you knew the words or not and I agreed with her. You could be in a different country, listening to music in another language, but if there was a good beat and rhythm you know it would get people on their feet.
She use to say that there was a song for everything. For love, for happiness, for sadness, for lost and some had the power to provoke memories. It doesn't surprise me she's getting a tattoo like this, it just shows how much she's thought about it and how much she cared about something being apart of her body for the rest of her life.

"Let's do this," she says with her eyes shut tight and I continue to stroke the soft skin of her stomach to keep her relaxed.

Benji wastes no time in bringing the needle to her skin, and the start of the black outline seems to form. Her body flinches from the shock of a new feeling, but instantly relaxes, every one of her muscles easing into a content state and I watch her, so impressed as she is memorized by Benji drawing on her skin.
There's no reaction; her body is completely relaxed and calm, every single one of her muscles that were tense from nerves has disappeared like they were never there. Benji finishes the first line, wiping away the excess ink off her skin and looks up at her.

"Not gonna lie, your quietness is scaring me a little," he chuckles, his bright teeth peeping out from his beard. "How does it feel?"

"Ummm... it kind of... I dunno... tickles?"

"Tickles? How are you not screaming in pain?" Matthew yells from the couch, eyes wide from Ryan not freaking out as he did.

"It hurts but... I guess in a good kind of way? It feels like your just stretching my skin a little," she questions herself, shrugging confusingly at us. Her green eyes meet mine and she whispers to me, "is that weird it doesn't hurt?"

"No princess. It just means you have a high pain tolerance," I smile.

"Oh," she nods and turns back to Benji, carefully watching every move he makes.

"You're gonna be way easier than cry baby over there."

"Hey, you must have pressed the needle too hard on me or something, you're going way too easy on her," Matthew moans with a roll of his eye.

With my hands still under her t-shirt, stroking her skin lightly, I watch in amazement as she doesn't move while Benji outlines the rest of her tattoo and then coloring inside the black outline with black ink. Not once does her breathing change, or does her eyes move as she watches the purple stencil change into color in front of her. I'm so impressed with her calmness that my mind seems to wonder, images of things I shouldn't be thinking of in front of others.
Thoughts of what I want to do to her in my hidden room upstairs excite me. Especially seeing how calm she is right now, the things I would show her, the things I would do to her, the things I can't wait to experience with her.
To no surprise but Ryan, my dick starts to twitch in my jeans, the constricted space adding pressure down there and not to mention her perfect ass pushed up against me. I feel her shift lightly and she clears her throat as she looks over her shoulder at me, those captivating emerald greens penetrating through me as she raises her brow. A smirk forms on my lips and I can't help but wink at her as I push her against me.

"Stay still princess."

"Calm yourself," she whispers through gritted teeth and I chuckle, moving my hips slowly underneath her, but I need to keep her still otherwise Benji will mess her tattoo up.

Twenty minutes later and images of anything else that didn't consist of Ryan tied to a bed, blindfolded with nothing on but a pair of heels, I was calm and relaxed. Benji was finished and now wiping Ryan's wrist down, getting ready to wrap her up. "Anytime you want a tattoo, don't hesitate to come find me. I'd be happy to tattoo you again," he says with a smile. "You on the other hand, never again my friend," he laughs pointing at Matthew.

"Definitely not getting another, I'm done," he says, shaking his head.

"Do you like it, princess?" I ask her as the rest of the room interacts with each other and she turns round in my lap to face me, her legs draped to the side. All around us is movement and light chatter, but we are just still, a moment caught in time as we stare at each other.

"Yeah," she smiles. "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I guess Matthew just scared me a little," she scoffs, looking at her wrist.

"You've seen me getting tattooed before, didn't see me cry like a baby, did you?"

"No," she says looking up at me, "but you're stronger."

"I'm just really good at hiding things, princess... especially pain, and I've had years of practice," I say with a faint smile.

It was true. I was good at hiding my pain from the world, whether that was emotional or physical. I learned from a young age to hide it well.
As a kid, the secrets I kept to protect those around me were hard, but I learned how because the last thing I wanted was the look on my mom and brother's faces when they found out the truth. It was bad enough them finding out when I was almost starting to hit my teens, let alone finding out when everything changed at the age of six.

"What kind of pain?"

It wasn't time. Not yet. I have always been a broken boy that grew into a broken man, still calling my therapist on the really bad days, but Ryan didn't need to know just how broken I was. Not yet anyway. Only when the time is right, I'll tell her... I'll tell her everything. "That's a story for another day princess, not now," I whisper to her.

I pull her wrist to me, looking at the tattoo through the clear wrapping Benji just wrapped around her wrist to get a better look at it. It was so Ryan and fitted her perfectly. "Do you like it?" She asks me.

"No," I answer bluntly, her body stiffening, and I feel her sink slightly into me until I whisper back to her. "I love it, princess. I think it's perfect for you." Her eyes meet mine, a small smile tugging the side of her perfect mouth and all it takes is one look to have me melting in her jewel eyes.

The chattering around us seems to disappear and I can only hear the sounds of her breathing, her breath fanning my face and I waste no time grabbing the back of her neck - still getting lost in the greens of her eyes. I pull her slowly towards me, my other hand resting on her cheek, savouring the moment before our lips touch, only they never do. As my lips brush hers lightly, someone clearing their throat erupts in the room and we pause, slowly turning our heads to look at the other three people in the room. I had forgotten we weren't alone and Ryan stands up quickly, straightening herself up as I groan lowly from her pulling away.

"Shit, forgot we aren't alone," I think rolling my eyes.

"We're gonna head out," Matthew says with a cheeky smirk, "Ry, we'll see you at the party on Thursday."

"Thought we were sleeping over at Sophie's tonight?" Ryan protests, but Matt just looks at her dumbfounded and confused.

"I am, but you're spending the night here," he says with a wink.

"Wha-?"

"Bye gurrrrrl, don't do anything I wouldn't do... or anything I would!" He yells, walking away and pulling Sophie with him. I can't help the relief I feel that I'll be alone with Ryan - finally and I chuckle as I shake my head at him, knowing full well it was clearly their plan all along as they giggle at us. "Sex god... always a pleasure, now go pleasure each other."

"Matthew!"

"Oh please Soph, you know full well they're about to get hot and heavy."

"Oh my god," Ryan says, and she covers her face, shaking her head. I know full well her cheeks are gonna be flushed pink with embarrassment, even if I can't see them right now.

"Later dude," Benji says next to me as he grabs the tattoo table that's now folded and his bag that I didn't even notice he packed.

"Thanks for today, Benji. Seriously, man, I owe you," I tell him as I grab his hand and pull him in for a hug.

"My pleasure and I was serious, Ryan. Next ink you wanna get? I'll be waiting for the call," he smiles at her as she turns to him from the sound of her name. She returns his smile, replying with a "thank you" and I walk him to the door where Matthew and Sophie are waiting. "I'll see you next week for your appointment Nic?"

"Definitely."

Ryan turns to her two best friends, a guilty look across her face, but they just stare and smile at her, wickedly. "You guys seriously don't mind me not coming?"

"Night with my best friends or spend the night with the sexiest man alive?" Matthew says weighing out his hands like they are scales. I can't help the chuckle that escapes my lips and I pull Ryan into my body.

"I'm the sexiest huh?"

"If only you were gay sex god, if only," Matthew says dreamily. Damn that boy had it bad for me and in all honesty, I'm really flattered. I didn't believe Ryan when she first told me he thought I was hot, now it seems he wants to tell me every time he sees me.

"I'll catch you guys later. Don't forget your tattoo aftercare and make sure they are cleaned, thoroughly."

"Bye Benji," we all say in unison as he walks down the steps towards his car in the drive.

"You know I hate you right now?"

"I know Matty," Ryan chuckles and she hugs him, then he shakes my hand with a bro hug after, thanking me for today.

"So, Thursday?" Sophie says to Ryan and she nods, hugging her too. "See ya later," she smirks at me with a wink. A small tug of a smile pulls on my lips as I watch the two of them head for a car parked across the street.

"Hey Soph?" I call out after her, and she turns to me with a confused look, "say hi to Jackson for me," I wink. An eruption of giggles from Ryan and a belly laughing Matthew is all you can hear on the silent street. Sophie gives us all death glares, but I just grab Ryan in a bear hug from behind and hurry back into the house.

Kicking the door shut with my foot, Ryan still wrapped in my arms - her back to my chest. I tumble towards the living room with her still giggling in my arms and I can't help my own laugh escaping my lips. Nat will be out till at least later on tonight, never an early one when Cole was involved so I knew I at least had a couple of hours alone with my princess; I could get use to saying that. My princess.
I bring us round the couch, letting go of her as I slump down and she stands in front of me, her giggling dying down. When she looks over her shoulder, with that sweet, innocent look, I can't help but bite my bottom at her, blood already rushing down south... again.

"I just can't keep myself calm around her, I'm gonna have a permanent hard on all the time," I think.

"Sophie's gonna get you for teasing her about Jackson like that," she says with a small chuckle.

"She teased me first," I pout and lean forward as she turns around between my legs. I can't help but stroke the smooth skin of her calves, my fingers dancing on her skin. "What is up with her and Jackson anyway?"

Her breathing has changed, just from the simple touch of my fingertips on her and I see her gulp thickly as she tries to compose herself to answer me. "They're see-seeing how things go," she stammers, clearly affected by my touch.

"Sounds familiar," I smile and she nods slowly biting her lip.

"Fuck, I love it when she looks at me like that!" I think to myself as my dick starts to twitch.

"Do you remember the number of spanks you were to get once I got you alone princess?"

She nods slowly, but realises her mistake when I smirk at her, "I m-mean, seven, y-you said five for being late and two for not-"

"Two for not answering when spoken to, now you'll get nine," I say cutting her off and grinning at her.

"Nine?!" She whines, but my smile only gets bigger.

"Now, it's ten," I say, slowly leaning back into the couch so I can get a good look at her. I cock my head to the side, begging her to challenge me on the amount she's getting, but rules are rules, and I like to stick to the rules. "Keep whining and the number gets higher," I smirk. "Remember, princess, I'm not going hurt you, do you understand?"

"Yes... I trust you, Nico," she says with a small smile.

"Good girl, princess. Now I want you to take your shorts off, baby girl... slowly," I instruct her, and I patiently wait for her to do as she's told.

I can see in her eyes she's nervous and to be honest I am too, but I can't show her that. I can't go too hard on her, she doesn't know it yet, but she's in training to submit to me and so far she's doing everything I ask her without question.
I want more than anything to pick her up and take her upstairs to my playroom, only she's not ready yet. I'm going to have to ease her into it and prepare her before she's ready to see that side of me. Very few women have and most recently the only woman who did was Samantha because of how submissive she can be to me. I was just hoping Ryan was just as good and just as trusting of me than some women I've had in that room. Which is not many. Ryan's mouth open and closes like she wants to protest the ten spanks I'm about to give her as punishment, she's a smart girl and does as she's told, unbuttoning her shorts, slowly pulling the zipper down.

"Good girl," my voice says deeply, satisfied with her movements.

She pulls her shorts off her hips, falling down her legs to the floor at her feet and my mouth begins to water. The memory of how she tastes invades my mind and all I want to do is bury my head between her legs, not coming up for air. She stands with white lace panties and her white t-shirt, tied up around her lower back and I bit my lip.
Ryan looks so pure and innocent, I can't wait to corrupt her. As I lean forward, locking my eyes with hers, my fingertips move up and down the back of her calves again, never going any higher than the back of her knees. I hear the lowest moan creep out of her lips and I smile as I keep moving forward, pressing my tongue between her folds, over the rough material of her lace panties and moving up slowly as I lick her.

"HMMMMM!"

Flicking my tongue at the top of her slit, her eyes no longer looking at me as her head falls back from my touch. "You have to be patient princess," I say sitting back in the couch, taking my hands off her. Her head snaps towards me and she whines in annoyance from the lost of contact. "Punishment first, then I'm going to bury myself between your legs till you scream my name baby girl," I tell her and her eyes widen. "Lay across my legs with that beautiful ass in the air, I want to hear you count princess, understand?"

"Yes."

"Good girl," my voice low and husky with satisfaction.

She slowly lowers herself down on the couch, her body laying over my legs and her ass in the air. Placing both my hands on her hips I encourage her to lift her bum higher, making sure I spank her in just the right spot. Slowly I rub my hand over her left cheek, mesmerised by her silky skin. My hand pulls back, coming down on her cheek and the smack echoes in the room. She hisses, but as the good girl I know she is, she counts out loud like I told her to.

"One."

I bring my hand to the opposite cheek, rubbing small circles before bringing my hand back and slapping down, now on her right cheek. Again she hisses, but this time I hear a soft moan and she counts.

"Two."

*SMACK*

"Hmmmmm... three."

*SMACK*

"Four."

*SMACK*

"Five, uhmmmmmm."

I continue to rub circles on her now red cheeks, slowly dipping my finger to feel between her legs; she's so turned on she is soaked through her panties. Her body shudders as my finger traces the line of her folds, anticipation building inside of me as I think about what I'm about to do to her. I bring my lips to her ear, brushing them across her skin and I hear her suck in a breathe as I whisper, "your so fucking wet already princess, we're half way there and then it's time for your reward for being such a good girl while I punish you." She gasps as I quickly move my hand, slamming it back down on her ass cheek and she continues to count out loud. "Your a fast learner princess, you have no idea how much I'm going to teach you."

Spank after spank she counts out loud, moans leaving her lips which makes my insides jolt with pleasure every time I make her moan. The skin of her cheeks are tinge with a shade of pink once we reach ten and I continue to rub small circles to ease the pain on her red ass. I haven't hit her hard, but hard enough for it to be not only a punishment but, pleasurable for her. The moans coming from her are telling me she liked it.

"Now lay on your back princess, I'm going to reward you for being such a good girl for me."

Slowly she crawls across my body, falling to the couch on her back and I waste no time to crawl between her legs, peppering soft kisses up her body. Her breathing is hitched already, hooded eyes looking down at me as I slowly work my way up to her neck, I head straight for that weak spot between her neck and shoulder, licking lightly at her skin. I bite her with a bit of pressure, sucking hard and trail my tongue up to her ear, she's full on panting with excitement and I grind myself into her, letting her feel all of me.

"See how you affect me princess, all of this..." I say, moving my hips into her again, my pulsating bulge grinding into her and she moans below me. "That's all for you and no one else, princess. I'm all yours," I whisper.

"Nico," she groans.

"What princess?" She groans again, bringing her hips up to me, she clearly is frustrated with me teasing her, but that's always been my favourite part. "Greedy girl, don't like me teasing you?" I grind into her again.

"No," she huffs out.

I can't help the chuckle that comes out, bringing my lips close to hers, "your lucky I'm in a giving mood, princess. I can't wait to taste you on my tongue."

I press my lips to hers and she immediately opens to give me access as our tongues clash, both of us fight for dominance over the other and her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tightly. I want to grab her wrists and tie them above her head, but with her new tattoo I'm going to have to restrain her in a different way, unless she can obey a command.
Grabbing both of her elbows, I move her arms above her head, never breaking away from our heated kiss. I pull away from her to see her sparkling eyes now a shade darker with desire and I know my own blue orbs match hers just as much with want.

"Nico."

"Leave your hands above your head princess. What ever happens, don't move them or I'll stop, understand?" I say, a dark tone to my voice.

"Yes," she answers breathlessly.

Swiping my tongue over her lips I move down her body, kissing her over her t-shirt until I reach her stomach and trace my tongue from her belly button to her hip, biting her smooth skin. I suck hard, making a 'pop' sound as I let go and hook my fingers in the band of her panties. Pulling them down as my tongue continues to leave a line behind on her skin, her body trembles from just my touch.
Throwing her panties to the floor, her legs bent on either side of my hips I run my fingers up and down her thighs, lightly touching her skin under my touch. Her back arches, a moan slipping through her perfect lips and I swear I can't get any harder than I am now.

"Your so beautiful princess," I whisper when her eyes lock with mine.

I waste no time, keeping her gaze on me as I dip my head between her legs, finally tasting her sweetness. I wanted to see how long I could hold her gaze for as I push her over the edge of pleasure. Pausing for a brief moment, her breathing hitched with excitement, I slowly swirl my tongue between her folds. Ryan gasps and her eyes roll to the back of her head. But I need her to look at me, I need her to watch what I'm doing to her.

"Uhmmmm."

"Eyes on me princess. I want you to watch what I'm doing to you," I say as my breath tickles her skin, a visible shiver running down her spine. Her head snaps to me, my eyes pulling her towards me and I smirk at how obedient she has been.

"Good girl," I think.

Again my head dips towards her center, my tongue once more swirling between her wet folds and my hands wrap around her thighs, holding them down to the couch. Her green jewels turn a shade of moss, just as dark as a forest. The desire and lust in her eyes consumes her while I flick her bud. With every moan that passes her plump lips she closes her eyes to only open them again, never leaving mine as I speed up my rhythmic beat against her.

"Fuck," she whispers.

Running my fingers to the back of her thighs, I push her legs up, giving me better access to her fragile core. The flat part of my tongue pressing against her harder, slowly trailing down and teasing her entrance with the tip. Loud moans is all you can hear from her as I repeat my actions, every time I dip my tongue inside her. She still tastes just as sweet like she did the first time and I honestly don't think I'll ever be satisfied without tasting her every time I see her. Under my hands that hold up her legs I feel her legs twitch, telling me she's close, and she still holds my gaze, never once looking away.

"Nico!" She whispers yells at me with a groan, her first rule broken when her hands move from above her head and on to mine. Her fingers gripping my hair in a tight fist and she pushes me more into her. As much as I love what she's doing right now, she's done something I didn't want her to do.

I stop, pulling my tongue away from her with a moan from my lips and a groan from her. Ryan looks at me questionably, confused I've stopped and believe me I really don't want to stop. It took every bit of willpower in me to stop. She is so close to the edge and I just want to make her scream out in pleasure - feel her pulsate on my tongue, but I've always been about rules in the bedroom and broken ones don't deserve rewards. "I told you princess. Leave. Your. Hands," I say grabbing her elbows so I don't hold her wrists, being careful of her tattoo. "Here," I say as I place them above her head. "As much as I love you gripping my hair and pulling my tongue even more into baby girl, I told you what I want," and I smirk at her, "your not ready for toys yet so I need you to obey me princess."

"Toys?" She says breathlessly, biting her bottom lip and I can't help the smile on my face.

"I've got plenty of toys princess, when your ready I'll show you my dark side, but for now... I need you to be a good girl for me, okay?"

"Yes," she nods frantically.

"That's my girl. Now, where was I?... ... oh," I say as my hands run down her body and I settle myself between her legs again, wrapping them around the back of her thighs, holding them up as she watches me twirl my tongue faster and faster. I need her to come for me, I want to see her face full of pleasure and I waste no time getting her there.

"SHHHHHHHHHHHIT! NICO!" She moans, her legs shaking in my hands and her toes curling beside my head.

She bursts with pleasure, her head rolling back as moan after moan escapes her lips, her chest raises and falls, trying to catch her breathe. She is so fucking beautiful when she comes and she has no idea how wild she drives me. I can't wait till she's ready to be mine fully, showing her all of me.
My head moves side to side, not stopping my movements. I want her to come again and I'm not going to stop till she does. I vigorously lick her swollen bud, hoping for her to release again - only this time I push two fingers inside of her, looking for that delicate spot that will have her trembling in no time.
Finding the rough patch of skin inside her, I rub circles inside of her as I continue to lick at her clit and it does not take long for her second orgasm to hit, her thighs clamping my head, trapping me between her legs. Her walls tighten around my fingers, stopping my movements as wave after wave of pleasure flows through her body.

"FUCK! She's sexy!" I think to myself.

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FOUR... FOUR ORGASM'S and she actually begged me to stop. I didn't mind in the slightest, but I really could of kept going. There was nothing sexier then the cries and moans of a women coming. Actually, theres is nothing sexier than the cries and moans of Ryan coming. Especially by my hands. Or my tongue.
I've already said we would need to build her stamina up, but I did my job and done it well looking at the contentment on her face. Her body is so responsive to my touch, even Nat said the same. I've never had a women's body react to my touch, to my lips, to my voice the way Ryan's does and honestly... it's sexy as fuck.
She has been asleep on the couch for about an hour now. Her even breathing calming me as I work on my laptop beside her. After having food and watching a few episodes of Friends, she yawned with exhaustion and wanted a nap. Every now and then I would glance over at her, watching her back raise and fall as she sleeps on her stomach. Her t-shirt is now untied from the knot it was in earlier, falling down her body, covering her bum and sitting on her thighs. I'm glad she's almost fully covered because I've got work to do and her being a distraction while she's there half naked, her beautiful flawless skin on show won't help me finish what I have to do.
Tapping away at the keyboard I hear the front door open and close, knowing that Nat is back from his lunch with Cole. When he walks in I bring my finger to my mouth, telling him to keep the noise down and he looks at me confused until he notices our girl asleep on the couch.

"Having fun without me huh?" He whispers as he sits next to me, looking over at Ryan.

I smile at him shaking my head, "the three of us don't always need to be together Nat."

He chuckles and looks pass me, staring at her beautiful sleeping form, "how was the tattoo session?" He asks.

"Good," I shrug. "But Benji definitely won't be tattooing Matt again... ever," I chuckle, thinking back on how much pain he was in.

"Did he cry?"

"Like a baby," I smile.

"What about Ryan?"

I look over at her, a small smile creeping on to my lips, "she was amazing, hardly hurt her," I say looking back up at him. "She picked the perfect tattoo," I smile remembering what she picked.

"Oh yeah? What she get?" He whispers.

I go to answer him when a whimper sounds next to us. Both of our gazes are now on Ryan, her face is scrunched up and her breathing is heavy. She looks in distress only to soon quieten down, but the worry in us builds up again as she gets progressively worse and it's clear what's going on; I too have nightmares almost every night.
We both rush to her, both of our hands stroking her skin softly to comfort her, whatever kind of dream she is having she's clearly stuck in and can't get out. A tear falls from her eye and my heart breaks a little, she's stuck in her nightmare.

Something I know all too well.

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I always put a little bit of myself in my main characters & this is
a tattoo I've wanted to get myself for a very long time.
One day I will... there are other tattoos I would like to get but adult things I
need to buy first are more important like my own car!
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Do you have any idea what Ryan is dreaming about?

Let me know on the comments & don't forget to vote!
Stay safe,
CeeCee
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