sizing, maybe just using a portion of the drawing to make it smaller, middle of my lower back, or an ankle.
“Where do you want it little fairy?” Lincoln asked pulling me out of my stupor. I was lost with all tattoo chatter. I was too busy staring at Lincoln, remembering him in all his naked glory, to focus. He looked good, really good, in his lose fitting torn up jeans, and snug rock band t-shirt with his tattoos showing. He had in the same black earrings and same black barbell in his brow. I have never been into glasses before but I loved his. He wasn’t been wearing them the other night. Are they a work thing? Just for show or does he really need them too see?
“Huh,” was my stellar response. Maggie snapped her fingers in front of my face almost clipping my nose.
“Focus,” she barked . “We are discussing the permanent alteration of your body. Pay attention.” She was right. This tattoo should take priority over the way Lincoln’s eyes almost seem to swirl in the light behind his glasses.
“Where do you want it?” Lincoln asked smiling at me like he could guess where my t houghts were. Probably could. “It would be cute on your foot, or if you want it somewhere more hidden, more private,” he was part asking, part suggesting as he raised his eyebrow, smirking at me again. I was sure he’d love to put it somewhere more private. I’d love to let him.
“How big do you want it?” Maggie asked.
I looked down at the design again. If I was going to do this then I was going all out. Go big or go home right?
“I want it on my side.” I used my hand to add emphasis to the area I was talking about.
“How big?” Lincoln asked.
“Big,” I said. He eyed me for a second like he was picturing it, looking at my side. There was nothing sexual in his stare. He was like an artist staring at his canvas. He was all business.
“Okay,” he finally said smiling ear to ea r. He has such a happy smile. He came around the counter to me. He lifted my arm gently by holding my hand. The moment his skin brushed mine I had to hold back a shiver. His smoldering eyes met mine. They were full of desire. At least I was not alone in this. His eyes dropped to the area he was going to be working on.
“We can start here,” he gently touched under my arm with the tip of his fingers . “Then have it snake around.” His finger traced the path he was thinking of all the way down to my hip. “And have it dip below your pants. It would look really good if it also came a little this way,” he said as his finger brush the side of my breast. I shuttered under his light touch. Was he trying to scare me off or turn me on? Was this a challenge? Was this some sort of seduction because there was no way he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
“Okay,” I said with more confidence than I felt as I met his eyes and he winked at me. My pulse jumped. It literally jumped. This man was dangerous, sex covered in tattoos and glasses and he knew it. Dangerous.
“This is going to rock,” Maggie cheered.
Lincoln
My four-thirty was someone named Magg ie McGillicuddy. What a name. Jonas referred her to me. If someone would of told me it was going to be the little fairy that was haunting my every fantasy I would have called bullshit. I was in the back room scarfing down a piece of pizza between appointments, the back piece I was finishing had run a little long, when the lovely jokes had started up again. They’d given me a hard time about that comment. I didn’t blame them. I would have done the same. They referred to her as Lovely and everything was lovely. It was funny shit.
I wasn’t paying attention to all the lovely comments when Jonas called out that my appointment was here. I was pleasantly surprised to see her standing there in all her blushing glory. I remembered her friend from the other night vaguely, loud,
“Where do you want it little fairy?” Lincoln asked pulling me out of my stupor. I was lost with all tattoo chatter. I was too busy staring at Lincoln, remembering him in all his naked glory, to focus. He looked good, really good, in his lose fitting torn up jeans, and snug rock band t-shirt with his tattoos showing. He had in the same black earrings and same black barbell in his brow. I have never been into glasses before but I loved his. He wasn’t been wearing them the other night. Are they a work thing? Just for show or does he really need them too see?
“Huh,” was my stellar response. Maggie snapped her fingers in front of my face almost clipping my nose.
“Focus,” she barked . “We are discussing the permanent alteration of your body. Pay attention.” She was right. This tattoo should take priority over the way Lincoln’s eyes almost seem to swirl in the light behind his glasses.
“Where do you want it?” Lincoln asked smiling at me like he could guess where my t houghts were. Probably could. “It would be cute on your foot, or if you want it somewhere more hidden, more private,” he was part asking, part suggesting as he raised his eyebrow, smirking at me again. I was sure he’d love to put it somewhere more private. I’d love to let him.
“How big do you want it?” Maggie asked.
I looked down at the design again. If I was going to do this then I was going all out. Go big or go home right?
“I want it on my side.” I used my hand to add emphasis to the area I was talking about.
“How big?” Lincoln asked.
“Big,” I said. He eyed me for a second like he was picturing it, looking at my side. There was nothing sexual in his stare. He was like an artist staring at his canvas. He was all business.
“Okay,” he finally said smiling ear to ea r. He has such a happy smile. He came around the counter to me. He lifted my arm gently by holding my hand. The moment his skin brushed mine I had to hold back a shiver. His smoldering eyes met mine. They were full of desire. At least I was not alone in this. His eyes dropped to the area he was going to be working on.
“We can start here,” he gently touched under my arm with the tip of his fingers . “Then have it snake around.” His finger traced the path he was thinking of all the way down to my hip. “And have it dip below your pants. It would look really good if it also came a little this way,” he said as his finger brush the side of my breast. I shuttered under his light touch. Was he trying to scare me off or turn me on? Was this a challenge? Was this some sort of seduction because there was no way he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
“Okay,” I said with more confidence than I felt as I met his eyes and he winked at me. My pulse jumped. It literally jumped. This man was dangerous, sex covered in tattoos and glasses and he knew it. Dangerous.
“This is going to rock,” Maggie cheered.
Lincoln
My four-thirty was someone named Magg ie McGillicuddy. What a name. Jonas referred her to me. If someone would of told me it was going to be the little fairy that was haunting my every fantasy I would have called bullshit. I was in the back room scarfing down a piece of pizza between appointments, the back piece I was finishing had run a little long, when the lovely jokes had started up again. They’d given me a hard time about that comment. I didn’t blame them. I would have done the same. They referred to her as Lovely and everything was lovely. It was funny shit.
I wasn’t paying attention to all the lovely comments when Jonas called out that my appointment was here. I was pleasantly surprised to see her standing there in all her blushing glory. I remembered her friend from the other night vaguely, loud,
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