Soured Milk, 6

He's been acting like a whiny little bitch ever since that day at the coffee shop. On one hand, it has translated surprisingly well into the proverbial conjugal bed, but on the other hand, I honestly couldn't give two shits about his feelings, slighted or otherwise, and I care even less for the kisses he presses against the back of my thigh; soft and moist and all too deliberate for my liking.

"Sven, can I ask you something?" I managed to faintly whisper, strung in a flurry of his wet kisses, "But you have to answer me, truly."

He cocked his head, mockingly holding out his palms in prayer, "I swear by the sun and the moon all that lies beneath them."

"Why did it bother you so much?"

He sighed, sinking deep into the sofa's worn-out leather, "I don't know."

As he lied there, one arm over my shoulders and the other around my waist, I couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful he was. The trail of smudged lipstick around his mouth and all the way down his torso looked almost fluorescent against his pale skin, and underneath—and just as striking a contrast—an entire road-map of bright blue veins. His eyes, moving in swift, circular motions to the dull hum of the ceiling fan, had a sort of repressed luminescence; matte black and yet, somehow, still lustrous.

 So breathtakingly beautiful, and yet, somehow...

"I guess I thought," he softly started, "You know, what with the tattoo and all."

"The tattoo?"

"You let me tattoo your fucking butt, Min!"

"The back of my thigh!"

He shrugged, "I guess I thought it somehow made you mine."

"What is it with you and this rabid need for possession?"

"I don't know, Min. It's just the way I am."

"And here I was thinking you were in love with me."

"Do you want me to?" he abruptly stood up, looking down at me with a sort of frantic excitement, "Because I could, Min! I could fall in love if you want me to!"
  
He leaned in and grazed the tip of his nose against my lips, moving it sideways and back until I found myself unknowingly parting my lips, to which he quickly slipped a finger into my mouth, pressing it firmly underneath my tongue until I felt a twinge of pain shooting down my throat.

yes,
yes,
yes,

"No."