Beneath the Ink (COMPLETE)

Her.

Rhodes Beverley

I sat in her chair, watching her sleep.

There was nothing more satisfying than spending an entire day pleasing her, pleasuring her, then her sleeping so peacefully.

She had no covers on her body.

I could see all I had done.

Bruises on her calves, thighs, hips, jaw.

Hickeys on her thighs, ass, stomach, chest, throat, back.

Bite marks over some of those hickeys.

Swollen mouth her lips purple, running mascara, pink, flushed face.

I'd never felt better myself.

And that wasn't hard for me. At all.

I was horrified until I heard her moan from me barely being inside her.

Then all of it was gone, melted away as I got carried away with feeling her.

I stood, walking to her bathroom, grabbing her makeup cleanser on a cotton pad, going to her, sitting beside her as I wiped the running mascara from her face.

I wiped whatever else had to be wiped to see unfiltered, and absolutely incredible beauty.

I was gentle, ensuring not to wake her.

I filled the water bottle she kept by her bed, putting it back into place.

Then I sat. Watched her for as long as she'd let me.

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I rubbed her back after starting a bath.

She turned, frowning before squinting.

"Is it the next day?" She groaned.

"It is." I said.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes before looking at me, squinting.

Then she frowned.

"Again? You need to sleep. And it's creepy. But sleep for you is important." She said and I just watched her rant about my health.

I appreciated that she cared but I could handle myself.

I wanted to stay up. I wanted to watch her. So I did.

"Is water running?" She almost panicked but I put my hand on her thigh.

"Bath." I said.

She blinked, dazed as if she wasn't familiar with where she was.

I stood and she looked over my body.

I offered my hand and she stood.

"Shit!" She almost fell as my other hand shot out to support her.

"Damn." She whispered.

"Hurts?" I asked.

"No. Sore. And a bit weak." She smiled up at me like the cause of this was the most innocent thing ever.

So I went with it, wondering what she was thinking.

I helped her to the bathroom.

"I can't sit to pee." She whined, laughing.

I helped her, setting her down before leaving, checking the temperature of the water, adding bubble bath.

I put in a scoop of epsom salts with no scent so the soap takes over.

I let it sit, dissolving, turning the water a bit hotter.

"Rhodes, love, I need help." She said and I went to her, offering my arms.

She grabbed onto them, slowly getting to her feet.

"Thank you." She kissed my cheek lightly.

I led her to the sink to do her morning stuff after she washed her hands.

I had already used the toothbrush I'd been using here while she slept and I set this up.

I turned off the water.

I watched her, setting the towels down beside the tub.

She finished her stuff, putting her hair in a bun.

"You fucked up my curls." She scowled.

I shrugged, regretting nothing.

She held her hands out for me.

I helped her into the tub, she sat, sighing.

"Do y-you want an-anything to-to drink or-or eat?" I asked quietly.

"No, it's okay, come in." She smiled.

I stepped in behind her.

I sat and she moved, sitting between my legs, her back on my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder.

My heart skipped a few beats.

"We should go out for breakfast. IHOP. Or Village Inn." She said.

I was okay with whatever.

"Mmm crepes or breakfast potatoes and pie?" She asked me.

I kissed her temple.

"You're right. Potatoes and pie it is. I want the skillets they have? You know with the eggs, ham, bacon, potatoes, and other stuff and hot sauce. So good." She shook her head.

I smiled, amused with how she acted like I answered when I never even acknowledge the questions she asks sometimes.

"What do you get?" She asked me.

I shrugged.

"Hot chocolate or coffee kinda guy?" She asked.

I tapped her once.

"Me too. Coffee isn't that great. Sweet breakfast or savory?" Three taps.

"Spontaneous. Maybe a skillet with a side of French toast?" She asked.

I shrugged.

"Yeah, might not be good on the belly. Especially the one you have made of steel."

I held her tighter, shutting my eyes, bathing in both her presence and the smell of her bubble bath which smelt just like her.

I would love to die, suffocating in everything her.