Chapter 16 – More To Come

Violet eyes shifted nervously around the room as the buzzing sound got louder in her ear. The burning pain in her right side was incredibly annoying and brought back too many memories. She'd been quiet the whole time her right side was being done; not a sound – hell she barely breathed.

Kira was lying on her stomach as she was texting or trying to. Roman's tattoo guy Geno's baby brother Julian was doing her cover ups, while Roman laid on his back on the table next to Kira's a curtain separating them at her request; she didn't want Roman to see hers until she was done.

"Beautiful…You look like you are thinking awful hard over there. Are you ok?" Roman's deep baritone voice traveled the two feet between the tables and pulled her eyes from her cell phone and over to Roman's grey's.

"I'm okay." Kira smiled softly as a couple of tears leaked out of her eyes. Roman frowned as his right arm extended and she grabbed his hand and placed her left hand under his and rested her cheek against his palm as her right hand wrapped around his wrist; she could feel his thumb caressing her cheek.

"Now see anyone who didn't know you would believe that. But considering I know you; I know that's not true. Are the memories going to get you or the pain?" Roman asked but never stopped his thumb from stroking her cheek.

Kira scoffed. "Nothing will ever beat the pain of being branded physically and psychologically. The tattoo pain is a mild annoyance at best but I'd still take it over the branding any day. Memories seem to just flood me." She sighed shakily as her hand around his wrist tightened.

"It will be over soon Kira. I already finished the outline and I'm coloring it now." Julian stated honestly. He could tell she was shaking slightly but when he heard her say memories were bothering her he knew the pain wasn't what was bothering her. Julian and Geno both had already been warned by Roman not to ask questions about the brandings on his girl's sides; no questions and no comments.

Julian wouldn't have asked anyways it was clearly a source of the girl's pain. Plus it was none of his or his older brothers business. Roman was a good customer and friend. He and Geno went to high school and then also College at Georgia Tech together. Both on the football team dominating. Geno blew out his knee two games before the last game of the season their senior year. Somehow Geno had picked up an affinity for drawing as Julian had and now they were both certified tattoo artists and dual business owners. They did body art and body piercings.

"See you're almost done baby." Roman winked at Kira. "What do you want to do for the rest of the day? Relax, go to the beach whatever you want." Roman's heart actually fluttered like a little girl as he watched her rub her cheek into the palm of his hand before turning inward and kissing the middle softly.

Kira's attention was pulled from Roman as her cell beeped indicating she had a text. She'd been texting Melissa, Elsa and Sydney all day. Her nerves had gotten the best of her during the right side tattoo that she'd needed a distraction and texting them worked like a charm. As she read the latest from Melissa she wasn't sure how to take what she read as she responded with a question and re-read Melissa's text again. Dean and Seth had invited Melissa and Elsa both on the road with them the last two weeks. She'd been so wrapped up in her mid-semester finals and getting re-registered for the next semester she didn't even notice that both girls had been missing from the restaurant.

Now she was slightly curious why Roman didn't ask her.

Kira shook her head in dismissal. Roman probably remembered about her finals and didn't want to bother her with the pressure about going on the road. Her eyes returned to Roman's as she shook her head and her cheek went back to the palm of his hand. "I don't care as long as I'm with you."

Roman growled slightly as Julian and Geno both let out a teasing 'awed' at what Kira said.

Dean secured the towel around his waist as he took another towel and wiped off the mirror in front of him. His greyish/blue eyes widened as he saw the hickey on his chest and then couldn't help the smirk; it was a good thing that would be covered by his ring attire. He combed his hair out before running his fingers through it he liked it messy. He turned and dried himself off.

A clean pair of jeans was sitting on the sink counter and Dean shook his head. Elsa made sure his clothes were clean so he had something to be dressed in; even on days when they just lazed in bed at her place. He was more content with staying at her place in Pensacola than he was at his own condo in Tampa.

Dean pulled his clean jeans on with random holes all through them and left his chest bare. He cleaned up his mess and stepped out of the bathroom and chuckled as he watched Elsa sitting in the middle of her bed with his black leather jacket on – well that and panties. "Do you see this?" Dean pointed to the bite mark on his chest. "One of us got a little wild last night and I know it wasn't me." He teased.

Elsa stood up defiantly and walked to the end of the bed. "You mean this little mark here." She asked while she poked the bite mark. She laughed when a growl vibrated his chest. "C'mon you're a big bad wrestler and get your ass kicked on damn near a nightly basis and you can't take a little bruise?" She asked; continuing to poke it before she leaned down and put her mouth over the bruise and kissed it softly looking up into his fire ridden eyes before sinking her teeth into his flesh again in an attempt to make it darker.

"DAMMIT woman!" Dean yelped; not expecting her to bite the mark to make it darker.

Elsa stood up after kissing the re-bitten bruise and smirked. "I like my men marked." She winked as her finger nail slid down the middle of his chest before she reached over and pinched his left nipple.

"You like em marked huh?" Dean asked with a devious smirk on his face. Dean watched with glittering blue eyes as Elsa sank to her knees on the foot of the bed and nodded slowly.

"Absolutely…" She smirked back at him and he growled at her again.

Dean had to admit he'd NEVER let anyone wear his leather jacket – not even past girlfriends and half the time that was what flocked them to him, but with Elsa he'd give up a kidney for her. Hell he'd give up his own heart for her if she needed it. He looked down and he could see her cleavage from where the jacket lay on her naked breasts and a shiver ran down his spine.

Seeing her in his jacket made his dick jump in his jeans. She looked so beautiful and sexy. There was something about Elsa's sun kissed skin contrasting against the blackness of the jacket that just instantly lit his blood and body on fire.

Elsa laughed when Dean's forehead came down and rested against hers before he leaned down further and caught her lips in a scorching kiss. She felt his hands as the slid into the jacket and molded to her breasts before plucking them with his thumbs and index knuckles; swallowing her moans.

"Mmm so responsive." Dean mumbled against her lips as he started to slide his lips down her jaw and neck as his hands slid down her sides to give her panty covered backside a firm double handed squeeze, before sliding his hands further down and gripping the back of her thighs and lifting her with ease. Her legs wrapped around his muscular waist. "Lose the jacket." His gritty voice demanded.

Elsa shrugged out of his jacket as it fell onto the foot of the bed. She tightened her legs around his waist as she cupped his face and captured his lips. It was her turn to swallow his moan when her neck breasts pressed against his chest.

The feeling of her heard nipples scrapping against his chest was almost more than he could stand. "You sure you like you men marked up?" His gravelly voice asked as he nipped her ear lobe before sealing his lips against the spot just below her neck.

"Yes baby. I want to mark you up and down your body." Elsa admitted as she whimpered from the sensations his lips on her neck were causing.

Dean chuckled low in the back of his throat as he released her neck and looked deep into her emerald eyes. "I'm glad we see eye to eye on something." He stated in an evil undertone.

Elsa pulled back with questioning eyes. Her eyes widened as Dean suddenly lifted her and planted her on the bed face down; he put his knee between her shoulder blades, but not enough to hurt her; just enough to keep her down on her stomach. "Dean! Dean! What are you doing?"

"Patience, my beauty." Dean chuckled while placing a hand in the middle of her back and his free hand pulled her panties down as Elsa struggled beneath him. Once they were off he inhaled her scent before pushing them into the front pocket of his jeans.

Elsa jumped when Dean's hand came down and smacked each of her cheeks; nothing turned her on more than a nice slap to her bare ass and two slaps would send her to the moon, especially when it was Dean doing it. There was something animalistic and barbaric about him slapping her ass that just sent moisture to the apex between her thighs.

"Spread those beautiful thighs for me princess." When she didn't move he slapped each cheek once more and watched as they parted like Moses parted the red sea. Dean peaked over her succulent ass and could see her naked sex already glistening; his dick was straining against the zipper of his jeans.

Elsa sucked in a breath as she felt two fingers slide down the crack of her backside and into her already drenched folds. She couldn't help whimpering out. She moaned as she felt Dean's lips placing open mouth kisses on the red hand prints on both of her cheeks; the little bit of sting that was attached to each cheek was biting into her senses.

Dean groaned against the fleshy globe of her right ass cheek before moving over to the left side. The longer he held his fingers against her slick opening and not moving the more Elsa wriggled under him and the wetter she became.

Elsa's eyes widened and then crossed as he sank his teeth into her left butt cheek as she felt the intrusion of his fingers into her core. His middle and ring finger curled and hit her g-spot as his index and thumb applied pressure to her hard nub; both causing her to shriek in pleasure.

Dean continued to bite and suck on her left cheek until he was thoroughly satisfied and kissed his way over to her right butt cheek and proceeded to give it the same treatment all the while working his fingers in and out of her. He could tell she was close to busting loose.

Elsa's hands fisted the comforter as she felt the tightness in her lower belly growing. Her mouth dropped open and without realizing it she pushed her ass into the ass to give Dean better access as a white hot light engulfed her as she whimpered. "I'm gonna…I'm gonna…"

Dean knew what was going to happen as he released her cheek from his teeth and suddenly flipped her over onto her back and sealed his mouth around her pussy as she exploded into his mouth. He didn't miss a drop of her delicious essence; curiously wondering if he could bottle her flavor and take it with him when she couldn't be with him physically. Once she stopping cumming in his mouth he made sure to lick her clean.

Elsa propped herself up on her elbows as she looked down at Dean who was lazily licking her clean with a mischievous smile on his face as he chuckled darkly. "My ass is going to be sore tomorrow."

"Nope your ass is going to be sore tonight; possibly for the rest of the week when I get done with you." Dean growled against her quivering sex.

Oh the fun to come…

Roman drove his Chevy Tahoe through the streets of Pensacola. Stopping at a red light brought his attention to the beautiful woman sitting in his passenger seat. She hadn't let him see her tattoos yet. Julian covered them up with gauze and surgical tape. He would be in charge of helping her later. He reached over and took her hand and brought it to his lips as he kissed the back of it softly. "Can I be honest with you Kira?"

Kira looked over at the man behind the wheel. "I would hope you could always be honest with me Roman." She stated honestly. Her sides were slightly achy but not as bad as she thought they would be. They burned when they were first done but now the burning had subsided.

Roman nodded but continued driving through the light finally turning green. He pulled into his drive way and killed the engine before he turned towards Kira. "I want you to be my girlfriend. I know we said we were going to go slow and figure everything out but I'm ready now. And…I really hope you are too."

Kira smiled softly as she moved around and sat on her knees in the front seat facing Roman. She slowly leaned over the center console as she rubbed her nose against Roman's before she pecked the end of his nose with her lips softly. "You don't think I am; do you?"

Roman shook his head. "Honestly I'm not sure beautiful. I just know I don't want to push you into anything, but I know I'm ready; if you're not ready just tell me. I can wait for you; you're worth waiting for Kira."

Kira smiled. "I said it before and I'll say it again; sweetest…man…alive." She punctuated each of the last three words with a kiss on his lips. "I'm ready whenever you are." She murmured before catching his lips with hers.

Roman had to be very careful where he put his hands; he opted for her shoulders and deepened the kiss she hit him with. He didn't want to accidentally hit her freshly inked skin. It would be sore for a couple of days. Roman pulled back when they both needed oxygen in their lungs. "Let's get in the house and get this ointment on our tattoos. I'll even help you with yours if you'll let me."

Kira nodded. "I'm ready for you to see them"

They got into the house and up to Roman's room. Kira followed Roman into his master bathroom; she couldn't help laughed as Roman lifted her to sit on the sink counter. "C'mon shirt off beautiful."

Kira smiled as she gingerly pulled her t-shirt up and off. She was clearly not shy about sitting there in her jean and bra. She watched as Roman carefully pulled on the surgical tape and pulled the gauze off her skin; moving to the next side and repeating the same process carefully. What he saw was absolutely beautiful. She had three hibiscus flowers, dark purple with black stems and vines up both of her sides. The purple actually went very good with her tanned skin and pulled the violet out of her eyes even more. The brands were completely covered up. Kira chewed her bottom lip as she looked at Roman. "Well…what do you think?"

Roman's eyes went from the beautiful inked skin to her violet eyes and smiled softly. "They are beautiful. They are absolutely beautiful. The color is perfect and the pattern is perfect. I love it."

"Really? Are you sure?" Kira asked almost insecurely.

Roman cupped her face as he leaned down and kissed her lips softly. "I swear on my life." He kissed her once more as he grabbed the ointment and squeezed some on his finger before he gently massaged it into her freshly tattooed skin. "I know it stings slightly but I have to make sure it gets rubbed in good. I'll let you repay the torture in a minute after I get both of your sides." He winked as he gave the same treatment to her other side. He helped her put her shirt back on not wanting her to rub her side against anything and irritate her skin.

True to his word Roman handed her the tube of ointment before he stepped back and pulled his shirt off and she wanted in wonder as he peeled the surgical tape and gauze back. Kira gasped softly as she watched him reveal that his Samoan Tribal tattoo had moved from his right arm to his right pectoral and up to his collar bone and middle of his chest. She copied what Roman did with the ointment on her fingers as she gingerly started rubbing it into his chest. He flexed his right pectoral muscle and made her jump. "Oh my God, did I hurt you?"

"No baby…I was messing with you. I'm fine I promise." Roman chuckled as he kissed her forehead. He jumped when she pinched his side and called him an 'ass'. He loved that she was so concerned with hurting him; but loved her hands on his skin even more. "What do you think?" He asked her honestly.

"I think it's a beautiful extension to your arm." She laughed as he fixed her with a 'boys are beautiful' look. "Sorry! I know boys aren't beautiful or pretty, but it is to me." She chuckled as he fixed her with another look and a growl to go with it. "Fine! Fine! Handsome – Sexy – Panty dropping. Is that better?" She asked with a smile.

A smile that Roman noticed lit up his bathroom. Roman burst out laughing at her answers. "I can handle handsome and sexy, but well leave the panty dropping until later beautiful." He winked as he grabbed her hips and helped her off the counter. "Let's go relax. He let his shirt off to let the skin breathe.

They walked into the bedroom and Roman watched as Kira laid a towel down before she settled into his left side; his arm wound around her waist and hand rested on her hip being mindful of her side. "You didn't have to put the towel down."

"I'm not messing up your bedding with that ointment crap. It stinks to begin with. I don't want it to go through my shirt and onto your bed." Kira stated before resting her head on the left side of his chest and her arm draped over his stomach. She could literally lay like this with him forever.

Roman could feel her breathing calm and could tell she'd fallen asleep; he turned the TV down not wanting to wake her. Today had been a trying day even if it was just a tattoo day. It was monumental for her and he was glad he was able to share it with her. He softly kissed the top of her head and knew he could stay like this with her for the rest of his life.