leaned in towards her side. I kicked on the gun and the soft humming filled the air. I had my gun in one hand and a paper towel in the other. She just nodded and bit her lower lip like I wanted to. Her eyes met mine and I could see the fear in them but the trust in them was baffling. She trusted me to permanently mark her body.
Most of the time people got that panicked look in their eyes right before I started in, especially newbies, some even backed out. I found it amusing but with her I wanted to comfort her, hold her, reassure her. My reaction to her fear shocked me but so did the complete and utter trust I saw in those deep brown eyes. She trusted me to decorate her perfect skin. It was humbling so I got to work praying she didn’t cry because I didn’t know how I was going to get through this if she bawled the whole time
She flinched when the needle first attacked her skin but then managed to relax. Thank God. She laid there like a champ.
“So,” I started i n after we had been quiet for awhile while I worked with, thankfully, no tears in sight. “Why a tattoo?” I asked as I continued to work. People get work done for different reasons. I wanted her reason. I wanted another piece of her puzzle.
“I don’t know.” Her voice was soft as she watched me work the best she could. “I’ve always wanted one. Maggie knows that. So this is her birthday gift to me.”
I wiped away some of the bl ood that has escaped her body. “But why?” I pressed. People usually have a reason deeper then I wanted one.
She hesitated for a moment then looked up at me. Her eyes had become stern, determined. Gone was the blushing, soft-spoken girl. “Because I can. Because it’s my body and I can do what I want with it.”
Ahh , rebellion. I liked that idea.
“Who doesn’t approve?” I pushed . “Parents? A boyfriend?” Please say parents. Please say parents. I did not want to hear she had a boyfriend. I’m not sure if I’d be able to walk away from her if she did.
She let out a deep breath. “My parents,” she said so softly I almost didn’t hear her. Issues there?
“Well this is quite a sta tement,” I said still working. “But statement or not, it’s going to look incredible.”
“Thanks. Fan of your own work?” she teased turning our conversation lighter with a small smile.
“You have no idea,” I said smiling down at her bare side. I looked up at her and winked when I saw her big, brown eyes on me. At the moment I was a huge fan as I worked on the section on her breast.
I was making a point to let my fingers brush over her skin at every opportunity I found . I just wished I didn’t have these damn gloves on so I could really feel her skin on mine.
“So is there a boyfriend?” I asked . I dhadn’t meant to ask but it just came out. Way to be subtle.
“No boyfriend,” she said softly. This girl had the sweetest, little voice. I peeked up at her. She was blushing again, just slightly so her cheeks were the most delicate shade of pink behind her freckles against her fair skin. She was so pretty half naked while I tat her up, blushing. I wanted more of her.
“Bitch!” Maggie yelled . I had been just staring at Pru’s delicate face. I stopped working for a moment to truly take in her doe eyes, full lips, and freckles that I love, with her soft pink blush. I could get lost in just her face. I was until Maggie yelled. That girl had no volume control, or maybe she did and it was just stuck on loud.
She was in Jonas’ chair and we all looked ov er. He wasn’t working on her. She had just taken up residence there with her phone to her ear. He didn’t seem to mind. “We got Spunk, yes we do. We got Spunk, all over you,” she cheered throwing her arm up into the air completely unaware or uncaring of her audience.
Spunk was a local band that my half-brother happened to be the drummer of,
Most of the time people got that panicked look in their eyes right before I started in, especially newbies, some even backed out. I found it amusing but with her I wanted to comfort her, hold her, reassure her. My reaction to her fear shocked me but so did the complete and utter trust I saw in those deep brown eyes. She trusted me to decorate her perfect skin. It was humbling so I got to work praying she didn’t cry because I didn’t know how I was going to get through this if she bawled the whole time
She flinched when the needle first attacked her skin but then managed to relax. Thank God. She laid there like a champ.
“So,” I started i n after we had been quiet for awhile while I worked with, thankfully, no tears in sight. “Why a tattoo?” I asked as I continued to work. People get work done for different reasons. I wanted her reason. I wanted another piece of her puzzle.
“I don’t know.” Her voice was soft as she watched me work the best she could. “I’ve always wanted one. Maggie knows that. So this is her birthday gift to me.”
I wiped away some of the bl ood that has escaped her body. “But why?” I pressed. People usually have a reason deeper then I wanted one.
She hesitated for a moment then looked up at me. Her eyes had become stern, determined. Gone was the blushing, soft-spoken girl. “Because I can. Because it’s my body and I can do what I want with it.”
Ahh , rebellion. I liked that idea.
“Who doesn’t approve?” I pushed . “Parents? A boyfriend?” Please say parents. Please say parents. I did not want to hear she had a boyfriend. I’m not sure if I’d be able to walk away from her if she did.
She let out a deep breath. “My parents,” she said so softly I almost didn’t hear her. Issues there?
“Well this is quite a sta tement,” I said still working. “But statement or not, it’s going to look incredible.”
“Thanks. Fan of your own work?” she teased turning our conversation lighter with a small smile.
“You have no idea,” I said smiling down at her bare side. I looked up at her and winked when I saw her big, brown eyes on me. At the moment I was a huge fan as I worked on the section on her breast.
I was making a point to let my fingers brush over her skin at every opportunity I found . I just wished I didn’t have these damn gloves on so I could really feel her skin on mine.
“So is there a boyfriend?” I asked . I dhadn’t meant to ask but it just came out. Way to be subtle.
“No boyfriend,” she said softly. This girl had the sweetest, little voice. I peeked up at her. She was blushing again, just slightly so her cheeks were the most delicate shade of pink behind her freckles against her fair skin. She was so pretty half naked while I tat her up, blushing. I wanted more of her.
“Bitch!” Maggie yelled . I had been just staring at Pru’s delicate face. I stopped working for a moment to truly take in her doe eyes, full lips, and freckles that I love, with her soft pink blush. I could get lost in just her face. I was until Maggie yelled. That girl had no volume control, or maybe she did and it was just stuck on loud.
She was in Jonas’ chair and we all looked ov er. He wasn’t working on her. She had just taken up residence there with her phone to her ear. He didn’t seem to mind. “We got Spunk, yes we do. We got Spunk, all over you,” she cheered throwing her arm up into the air completely unaware or uncaring of her audience.
Spunk was a local band that my half-brother happened to be the drummer of,
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