Chapter 2: Wet Ink

Caution – This contains lemon

- Ray's Character song is "Can you feel my heart" by Bring Me the Horizon T_T So fitting

In a dimly lit room, I sit on top of a an old oak table; carving away at a wooden stump as I hummed a lullaby my mother once sung to me. The light in the room glow a neon red and the sounds of my song echoed romantically throughout the home; I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds of footsteps going upstairs. "Emma," I whisper.

She opened the door without making a sound, poking her head in with big, curious eyes; "Ray!" she smiled running into the room. I jumped off the table to greet her in an embrace, "I heard you humming all the way from the creek," she whispered still in my arms. I kissed her on the forehead and then on the lips, her big eyes full of joy had faded and I frowned.

"What's wrong, Emma?" I asked. She looked away, I had been in the old temple shed, waiting for her to come back from her trip with Norman- I think he had been looking for a house for them to move into. I feared he might have found one and insisted in her moving in right away: if he did; it'd be harder for us to meet and he might try to get too cozy with her.

"Norman, he wants us to get married soon…" She mutter playing with her fingers, the sound of fear in her voice made me angry; she looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes as she swayed from side to side nervously. I would die for her; she was just too cute. "I don't want to marry Norman; I want you as my husband!" she whined tilting her head and I could help but cock a smile at my sweet Emma.

I wrapped a hand around her waist, "You have me wrapped around your finger, you know that, Emma?" I ask and she blushed pouting at me. I lifted the carving knife up that was still in my hand and she gasped in a frightened tone; I bent down so were at eye level and she glared at me fearfully. "You don't have to worry about that, Emma, I'd kill him before he got the chance," I growled with hate pulsing in my veins.

She grabbed the knife from me and set it down, I looked at her confused; "I don't want you to kill Norman... He's our friend… We just have to find a way to get out of this…" She explained bravely. "B-But," before I could finish, she softly stroked my cheeks and pulled me back down to eye level. "You're my king, Ray." She smiled before taking me into a passionate kiss.

What was it that made us crave each other so much? I wasn't sure if it was 100% pure love- it was also lust, the rush of sneaking away and doing something we weren't supposed to; the thrill of going back to our 'normal' lives as if it never happened.

I growl as Emma's nails tore skin from my back as we make love. "Harder," I gasp in pleasure, I could feel my skin breaking as wet blood flooded out from my wounds and dripped down my back. We move into a sloppy wet kiss as I pound in and out of her, she wrapped her legs around me as our pleasure intensified. I licked her neck as she moaned and I grabbed her hips, trusting roughly as we met our end.

"R-ay!" she cried and I bit my lip and groaned heavily. We panted in pleasure, "That was too good, Ray," she panted exhausted, "Yeah, I'm all sweaty now; we'll have to wait 'til dawn so we can bathe in the creek," I panted sitting up.

I looked down realizing a wet, black color smeared on her breast; I laughed and she looked down in shock. "W-What the hell is that?" she gasped flustered. I pulled off my dark grey t-shirt and pointed at my chest, which had the words, 'Property of Emma' written in cursive on my skin.

"I carved this on my chest as a surprise for you; it's been four years today since we've been together as a couple," I explained touching the painful black markings on my chest. "Holy shit!" she cried sitting up and tapping at the messy ink and dried blood covering my tattooed chest, "Is this real?!" she gasped.

I shrugged my head as I laughed, "Is this, is this real?" she asked again. I nodded my head, "Yes dummy, it's real," I laughed happily. She stared in awe, "Ray, you better wash that off before you get infected!" she cried. "It's ok, I sterilized the area and used non-toxic ink to do it; I did sweat a lot during the sex. So, I just need to bathe good," I explained patting her on the head.

She smiled at me happily and hugged me, "You're so great Ray!" she giggled happy with my gift, I smile and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her on top of her head. "Sorry, I guess the ink was still wet a bit wet, hopefully, I didn't sweat the color out," I sigh satisfied by her cheerful response.

"Emma? Ray?" Norman called from outside. Emma jumped up, "What the hell is he doing here?" I gasped. Emma fell off the bed as she grabbed her dress, "I don't know, but we're covered in ink- a-and there's no time to get it off!" she cried.

I swallowed hard as the sound of the downstairs doors opened, this isn't good; we're in trouble.

Creator's Note:

Next Chapter: "Black Blooded"