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“Shut up.” Trance’s muffled voice came from in front of me. “You’re making my ass hurt.”
One of my eyes popped open to see Trance’s back again, and I followed it down until I had a good view of his ass.
My eyes were bleary, and my limited vision was even more limited than usual. However, eventhrough my bleary eyes I could see a big splotch of color on Trance’s smooth, tanned skin.
“You have something on your ass.” I told him.
He grunted but didn’t say anything.
Then my own throbbing ass started to make itself more known, drawing the attention from the throbbing of my head to the throbbing of my ass.
“My ass hurts, too.” I told him wearily as I managed to make it up to one elbow.
My vision was ridiculously bad, and it got even worse when I put pressure on whatever happened to my ass.
He rolled over, and laughter bubbled out of my throat. “Wow.” was all I could think of to say.
His hair was a mess. Normally his curls were soft and wispy. Today, they were crisp and hard. Oh, and brown.
“Why is your hair brown?” I asked with barely contained laughter.
His eyes opened, and blood shot eyes looked in my direction. When they landed on me, they widened. “Why is yours in all those braids?”
My hand went involuntarily to my head, and I took into account the braids that resembled cornrows down the back of my head. When I gave them a little shake, I heard the distinctive sound of beads clicking and clacking together.
“I don’t remember.” I said honestly.
He groaned and sat up. Then handed me his phone. “Take a picture of my ass. It feels like a tattoo.”
Warning bells started to go off in my head as he turned and presented me with his bare ass.
I could most definitely make out the ass now. And the large tattoo taking up three quarters of one cheek.
The wording was simple though. “The beast.” I read aloud.
He snorted, making the muscles in his ass flex. “Take a picture and let me see it. Then turn around.”
I snapped a picture, ignoring the fifteen missed calls and twelve texts. I was reluctant to even look at my own phone.
Handing the phone back to him, I turned around and heard him take a picture. And then another. And another. Followed by another.
“Hey!” I said in indignation.
Then I tossed the pillow nearest my hand at him on principle.
Not that I cared. I wasn’t worried about Trance having pictures of me naked. He’d never let anyone see them.
“What does mine say?” I asked as I flopped down on my stomach.
“The beast’s old lady.” He said with a hint of pride.
“How come I don’t get a claim on your body?” I asked in a nasally whine as I tried to be as obnoxious sounding as I could.
In truth, I wasn’t upset at all. As long as that’s what my butt actually said, and not something likeinsert here.
“Oh, you got your claim all right.” He said cryptically making me look up from my lazy sprawl. That’s when I saw the tattoo over his heart.
“What does 10-7 mean?” I asked as I saw the heart over his chest and the numbers 10-7 in bold blue ink just over his beating heart.
