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idontreallysparRenting movies and ordering in for pizza two weeks running was more than Tom could take. And lucky for him, Rachel was in the same boat.
It wasn't like they'd been doing it every single night, but after staying in nearly half the time in that fourteen day period, he was starting to feel OMCS...Old Married Couple Syndrome. He knew Rachel was feeling it, too, because every time he sat down to get some work done she was either over his shoulder, which bothered him, or in his lap...which led to a lot of necking, bare minimum...or doing something annoying. Which, of course, didn't *really* annoy him, but he growled and snarled at her just the same.
And naturally, none of it fazed her because she knew he was full of shit.
But Saturday night was upon them again and Tom had actually gotten his latest stack of reports done and handed in. Still, he was at his desk, messing around with an idea about something and trying to hide it from Rachel, who was once again behind him, arms around his shoulders and chin atop his head to watch what he was doing as she chattered on about doing something fun or exciting.
"Okay, how 'bout this," Tom finally drawled, leaning back in his seat and tilting his head up, resting the top against her stomach after dislodging her chin, her arms still around his shoulders. "We go out, get drunk, and we get you to the local tattoo parlor...right smack dab in the middle of your left ass cheek we get you a real pretty heart with a banner across it that says 'The Love Butt.'"
Once the flurry of laughter and smacking had subsided into another round of Rachel in his lap, reminding him just how much he loved the fact that she was oral as hell. When they finally parted, he grinned, quirking an eyebrow.
"Okay, so no Love Butt." he conceded. "But I ain't exactly kidding about the tattoo part, and we could definitely throw in getting drunk. Could be fun. Besides, I been thinkin' about getting another one...you could get one, too."
It wasn't like they'd been doing it every single night, but after staying in nearly half the time in that fourteen day period, he was starting to feel OMCS...Old Married Couple Syndrome. He knew Rachel was feeling it, too, because every time he sat down to get some work done she was either over his shoulder, which bothered him, or in his lap...which led to a lot of necking, bare minimum...or doing something annoying. Which, of course, didn't *really* annoy him, but he growled and snarled at her just the same.
And naturally, none of it fazed her because she knew he was full of shit.
But Saturday night was upon them again and Tom had actually gotten his latest stack of reports done and handed in. Still, he was at his desk, messing around with an idea about something and trying to hide it from Rachel, who was once again behind him, arms around his shoulders and chin atop his head to watch what he was doing as she chattered on about doing something fun or exciting.
"Okay, how 'bout this," Tom finally drawled, leaning back in his seat and tilting his head up, resting the top against her stomach after dislodging her chin, her arms still around his shoulders. "We go out, get drunk, and we get you to the local tattoo parlor...right smack dab in the middle of your left ass cheek we get you a real pretty heart with a banner across it that says 'The Love Butt.'"
Once the flurry of laughter and smacking had subsided into another round of Rachel in his lap, reminding him just how much he loved the fact that she was oral as hell. When they finally parted, he grinned, quirking an eyebrow.
"Okay, so no Love Butt." he conceded. "But I ain't exactly kidding about the tattoo part, and we could definitely throw in getting drunk. Could be fun. Besides, I been thinkin' about getting another one...you could get one, too."
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Date: 2006-09-11 10:36 pm (UTC)Depending on which airport they flew out of they would usually end up at his place, and perhaps on occasion over at hers the night before they flew out. It was a good routine, but it was also just that, routine.
She knew he had already turned in his report, because she saw the look on the Director's face when he put in on the desk, but he was still at his desk, which lured her over to him as usual. Her arms laced around him and after a while he brought up a subject that actually she had been contemplating for a while, although not exactly the way he had suggested.
A fit of laughter and retalliation was warrented as she fell into his lap and opted to go the route she usually preferred when she was upset with him, distraction by tongue. Pulling away from him she could tell that although he wasn't exactly off the topic, she had at least pleaded her case.
Shifting in his lap a bit she leaned against his chest, linking her fingers into his and pulling his arm outward. Her fingers tracing lightly on the tattoo he had on the underside of his arm. She liked his tattoos, and had been thinking of getting on herself, but never could think of what she wanted. "I'd spend way too long picking something out I think, but the drinking? I can go for the drinking."
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Date: 2006-09-12 07:47 pm (UTC)Tom had little trouble deflecting the playful blows that came his way at questioning her machy spy chick persona...which didn't really exist, but he'd never tell her that.
"Okay, so we get drunk and get tattooed...and YOU have to get one, too. Because I'm definitely getting one and I refuse to get ink done alone." Tom insisted, deliberately poking her ribs ticklishly.
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Date: 2006-09-14 02:49 am (UTC)Still it didn't stop her from trying to get in a few lucky hits to his shoulder, before trying to stand up from his lap. Of course it's always the best intentions that tend to go awry with him. His hands fit to her hips as she stood pulling her back down onto his lap her laughing a bit with a look of frustration that was probably more cute than annoyed.
"So what's this? Hostage negotiations? I promise to get a tattoo and you let me up? Maybe I like it in your lap, because you know I could sit here all night." The end of her sentence was drawn out a bit as she pushed her back against his chest, her feet firmly planted on the ground as her tiny frame pressed down against his lap teasing him just a bit. She knew she'd end up winning either way her actions swayed him. The distraction was just something else she usually liked doing.
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Date: 2006-09-15 06:08 pm (UTC)//Just keep telling yourself that while she ends up dragging you into bed, you horny bastard.// he thought to himself as he shifted to rest his chin on her shoulder, looping his arms comfortably around her waist. "Don't you even wanna know what kind of tat I'm getting?"
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Date: 2006-09-15 08:58 pm (UTC)"Mmmm... let's see. Do I want to know what you're willing to get on your body for the rest of your life... do I want to know... what the "Love Butt" requester is looking for in his own tattoo," Rachel paused turning her head a bit to kiss the side of his forehead a bit, "I think I want to know, but at the same time I think I want to know when I see it."
Shifting a bit in his lap once more she stood up, and turned on her toes, extending her hands out to reach for his, "So come on... cause you know if we don't actually leave now? We'll never get out there."
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Date: 2006-09-17 09:21 pm (UTC)Reaching up, he accepted her hands and got to his feet, then brought them to his lips for a quick, affectionate kiss against her knuckles just before releasing her. "When you're right...you're right." he smirked. "Come on, let's get crackin'."
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Date: 2006-09-19 02:26 am (UTC)Bending over she tugged her shoes on quickly wiggling her ankles a bit to get the folded back to shift back the right way before she stood up and retrieved his hand, "Thank you!"
Once they were at street level she linked her arm with his and leaned against him, "So which bar is going to be the beginning of our night of body art and debauchery?"
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Date: 2006-09-19 04:22 pm (UTC)As she retrieved his hand, he let one brief laugh go, leaning over to kiss her, quick but thorough. "You've officially *lost* it." he chuckled, draping an arm around her shoulders as they left the apartment.
Once downstairs, he led her to the garage and handed her into his car. "Well the place I'm going for my ink is Sly's on Sunset." he informed her. "We could always go drinking at the Rainbow Bar...see how many celebrities we can spot. That's where all the musicians like to go."
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Date: 2006-09-26 04:09 am (UTC)She was serious too, because she knew if she started to drink she'd actually end up with The Love Butt tattooed on her ass, and that wasn't anything that she remotely thought she wanted. Since heading down to the car her mind had been spinning a few ideas into her that were actually sounding like something she might have wanted, but she knew that when she got there that the choice would be on instinct.
Pure instinct was all she could hope for at least, because this was one Saturday night where she had no clue what was going to happen.
"So? Ink then drink?"
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Date: 2006-09-27 06:16 pm (UTC)Shooting her another glance, he grinned. "Okay, agreed...ink then drink. But that means you *have* to get something. No ink, no drink...or not much drink, and *you* have to pick up the tab for *me* drowning the pain in booze."
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Date: 2006-09-30 07:08 am (UTC)"Deal. I think I know what I want too, and I'm not telling either." She was grinning now, obviously content to ride to the tattoo parlor with her secret burning ideas into his head. She was pretty sure he was thinking all the naughty spots she could get something done, but truthfully having someone else looking at her for that long was a bit frightful.
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Date: 2006-10-02 04:07 am (UTC)Frankly, he was surprised she'd actually go through with it at all.
They finally reached the tattoo parlor a short while later. Parking outside, Tom walked around and handed Rachel out of the car with a grin, wrapping an arm around her waist as they walked in, flashing her a teasing smile as he slipped his hand possessively into the back pocket of her jeans.
"Welcome to Sly's, how can I help...T! That you?" the woman at the counter called out with a smile as they entered.
"Hey, Sid." Tom grinned, high fiving her as they reached the counter. ""How's business?"
"Usual...how long's it been? A year? And who's this?"
"This? This is Rachel. Rachel...this is Sid. Like Cherise." Tom introduced.
The rainbow-haired woman behind the counter smirked, lip ring flashing in the light as she shot Tom a knowing look. "She's cute."
"She's taken." he quipped. "We're both gonna go under the needle tonight...you real busy?"
"Nah...Terry's got a client, but I can do you two. Or me and Page, depending on how big a job we're talking."
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Date: 2006-10-02 11:39 pm (UTC)"Actually? I kinda don't want him to see it until it's done? So maybe? I mean... I don't want to be a hassle, but he's kinda nosy." Rachel smirked ribbing him in the side with her elbow.
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Date: 2006-10-03 01:26 am (UTC)Tom turned to Rachel, flashing her a scowl that had no real conviction behind it. "I am not nosy!" he protested.
"All men are nosy." Sid chimed in, still grinning. "You know what you want, T?"
"Yeah...I'll tell you when you get to me."
"All right, all right...this your first time, Rach?" Sid asked over her shoulder as she moved away from the counter, beckoning them to follow her.
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Date: 2006-10-17 05:46 am (UTC)She followed Sid back to one of the side rooms and exhaled the breath she had been holding in. She wrung her hands together a bit, and then wandered a bit in the small room before finally taking a seat on the stool.
"So what do you have in mind?"
Sid asked, and Rachel explained her whole "concept" and Sid sketched a few things out and Rachel finally picked one of them. Then then they discussed size and placement. Originally she wanted it on her wrist, but of course when Sid pinched her skin and heard Rachel yelp it was immediately moved from her wrist to the small of her back. Sid insisted that it was a bit sexier and easier to cover up if she needed to.
Rachel realized that it probably wouldn't be good to have a tattoo on her wrist that could be easily recognizable and suddenly agreed that her lower back was a much better idea. Sid told her to unzip her pants and fold her jeans over her hips and tuck her panties as low as she could get them.
"Inks gonna run when I wipe parts of it clean and I'm not gonna get a cleaning bill for your underwear."
"Oh.. right." Rachel followed the directions and laid on her stomach feeling the coolness of the alcohol and then the slight scrape of the razor. She had the cute soft fuzz and now she was fearful it would grow all horrible, which Sid must have assumed.
"Don't worry, it won't grow back where the tatt is, you'll be fine. Smooth as babies butts." Sid pressed the transfer to her skin and asked her to check the placement before she got started, and when Rachel approved it was all lights green.
"You ready?"
"Yeah." It was all Rachel could get out of her mouth before she heard the vibration of the needle and felt it press to her skin. There was no going back now, that was for sure. The sting of the needle ended up becoming a numb sensation as the vibration was repeated over and over. A lot of slow breathing and nails biting into her elbows kept her pain threshold in check and within forty minutes or so Sid was almost done.
"I work fast, and I got a few lines to go back over, but here stand up and take a look."
On unsteady legs Rachel stood up and moved toward the mirror on the wall, turning her hip and glancing over her shoulder she saw the redness of her skin, but also the outline of her tattoo. Grinning proudly she spun back around, "It's perfect Sid."
"Then hop back over her so I can finish it up."
Rachel got back on her stomach and felt the sting of the needle again for another ten minutes, and when the buzzing stopped Rachel knew she had something permanent on her now. The cool washclothe was cleaning off the excess ink and Sid placed some antibacterial salve on it and then a loose piece of gauze.
"Don't pick at it, don't get it wet, and keep this stuff on it so it heals alright blondie? Also, don't let T give you a hassle over it. Let him see it when you're ready."
Rachel nodded and took the small tube of oinment out into the main room where she was either going to run into a curious Tom or be waiting for him. Either way she had her tattoo, and Tom still had not a clue what it was of.
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Date: 2006-10-29 02:44 am (UTC)"Skull! What's up, man?" he called out, moving towards the man as he was spotted.
"T? Holy crap, man! How you doing?!"
The two men chatted for a few moments, including some discussion over Rachel and Tom's good fortune when she was just vanishing in the back of the shop. After a couple more minutes of talk which included Tom's desired tattoo, Skull had him in a chair.
"Trust me, man...you're gonna love the idea I got. It'll fit just perfectly."
Tom watched as the man went to work, then proudly displayed the Japanese-influenced sketch of what he wanted.
"You know where you want it, T-Bird?"
Now this was the easy part. Leaning forward a little, Tom peeled off his t-shirt and circled a spot on the skin of his chest with one finger...on the left side, just over his heart. "Right here."
"Gonna hurt, you up for it?"
Tom didn't answer...simply looked at him.
Skull just smiled, shaking his head with a laugh as he got to work, shaving the patch of skin and getting the transfer together.
He hadn't been kidding, though...it hurt like hell when the needle touched his skin. Still, Tom didn't flinch, barely moved as Skull worked, slowly and methodically working the design into Tom's skin.
And the end result, when Skull showed him in the mirror, was better than he could have hoped. It was delicate and absolutely beautiful, all without being overtly feminine...an Asian influenced image of a mockingbird on a branch, flanked by a single Japanese character that stood for love.
"You know the drill, T...leave it alone, keep it dry, and don't forget the ointment." Skull warned as he coated the tattoo in a thin film of antibiotic salve before carefully taping a square of gauze over it. "Your girl oughta be done in about fifteen minutes...keep your shirt off 'til then, it'll be less uncomfortable."
"Thanks, man." Tom sighed, sliding out of the chair and wincing only a little as the bandage chafed against the sensitive skin. Tossing his t-shirt over his opposite shoulder, he settled in to wait until Rachel emerged.
When he heard her footfall, he turned to face her, still shirtless, the square of gauze on his chest clearly marking where he'd had his own tattoo placed. Walking over to her, his gaze raked over her body, looking for a telltale swatch of medicinal white.
"So...where is it?" he asked with a small smirk.
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Date: 2006-10-29 02:55 am (UTC)Her jeans felt odd not quite on her hips anymore either, the waistline folded over and hanging lower than she had intended, but the placement had been low, and well now her jeans were nearly hanging off of her. Her hand instinctively went to the button that wasn't buttoned on her jeans tugging it up a bit, still making sure that the hem wasn't pressing to her backside.
Rachel took her hand off his chest, and slid it down his arm until her fingers laced atop his hand guiding it around her side awkwardly until she could feel his fingers brushing against the tape over the gauze.
"There," she said softly biting her lower lip as her gaze met his.
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Date: 2006-10-29 06:42 am (UTC)Then to answer his question, she drew his hand down, making him aware only then that her jeans were riding extra low on her hips...yeah, he wanted to see that damn tat, and he was pretty sure there'd be no drinking tonight. However...
"Sid, I think I'm gonna kill you for this!" Tom called out over Rachel's head, grinning.
The other woman's laughter ran out across the room. "That's right, big boy...gonna have to keep it in yer pants for a little while. She can't be flat on her back for at least a few days, dig me?"
Tom just rolled his eyes and nodded...and didn't give two shits. He knew the rule...it could mess up the bandage, ruin the tat, and so on and so forth...but keeping his hands off Rachel was a flat-out impossibility.
Tom knew there was more than one way to skin a cat...and he intended to take full advantage.
Leaning down to kiss Rachel again and stop her from nibbling on her lower lip, he rested his forehead against hers for a moment. "So...what'd you get?" he asked, letting his fingers teasingly skirt the bandage.
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Date: 2006-10-29 07:07 am (UTC)On the plus side the longer she hesitated the more the tips of his fingers brushed along the small of her back, up along the edge of the tape, and down below the loose waistline, all of it making her blush even more.
Rachel tipped her chin up toward Tom, letting her mouth catch to his for another kiss, because despite being in a very public place she was very well aware of just how those deft fingers of his were making her feel. Pulling away she grinned again, a hint of devious in her eyes teasing him like there was no tomorrow.
Her hand slipped from his hand and tucked into her pocket where she had taken the illustration that Sid had come up with, along with Rachel's help for the actual text of it. She took a small step back unfolding it to show Tom the design.
On the piece of paper was a series of stars with tiny trails of ribbon entwined among them, then five small squares all in a line in the center of it. Each square had a marking in it, and if Tom's eye was careful enough he could catch that she had actually put a cipher text into her tattoo. She laughed a bit, ducking her head against her chin, the top of her head resting on the exposed part of his chest, "Okay... I think that confirms how much of a nerd I am for that one."
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Date: 2006-10-29 08:17 am (UTC)Then she pulled out the drawing and handed it to him. Raising a curious eyebrow, he unfolded the piece of paper and let his eyes flicker over the design...and oddly? He wasn't surprised not only by the pattern, but by the fact that it was a very prettily designed cipher. It took him a moment, but he recognized it as a six-figured cyrillic cipher...one Rachel had created. They'd used it on a previous, fairly recent assignment in Venice.
He took just a moment to decipher the figures in his head, then glanced up to meet her gaze, his eyes slightly wide in amazement. He had to be reading it wrong...because that was...wow.
"That say what I think it says?" he asked, a lopsided smile quirking at the corner of his mouth as he wrapped both arms securely around her waist, his thumb tracing the dip in the small of her back bared by her low-riding pants.
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Date: 2006-10-29 08:26 am (UTC)"Well it is a word too, you know in case you get stupid and leave me. I can just say it's a nice word to have on my backside forever. But otherwise yes, it does say what you think it says." She pressed her mouth to his again feeling his thumb skirt along her skin again making her laugh a bit into the kiss, before pulling back. "So you know mine... how about yours?"
She still was stealing kisses from him between a few words here and there, because she knew the moment they got out of there they were headed straight home, so the more she could do to hurry him along the better off she'd be.
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Date: 2006-10-29 08:54 am (UTC)"So you know mine...how about yours?"
Grinning, Tom reached into his own pocket, removing the sketch of his own tattoo and handing it to her.
"It's a mockinbird." he explained when she unfolded the sheet to reveal the Japanese sketch of the bird on the branch.
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Date: 2006-10-29 09:03 am (UTC)She leaned in close to him again her lips parting against his softly fueled with a raw passion and lust that was felt deep within her by this point. Her hand still holding the sketch pressed to his back as her other hand snaked up along his neck into his hair a bit, fingernails scratching lightly, as she made that a kiss to really count.
She pulled away a bit taken aback by the power of it all, but still kept close to him, her forehead pressed to his, "I love you," she whispered to him once she had her focus back, and then her focus was on the fact that they were still in the tattoo parlor. "We should go home right? Forget the drinks at the bar?"
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Date: 2006-10-29 10:19 pm (UTC)Then she was kissing him again, and he sure as hell wasn't complaining...he liked it when those flickers of fire showed through, when he got to see, to *feel* what fueled her inside. It was a kiss that said everything...from that day in the subway to the present, every word and feeling that the ordinary world didn't seem to leave room to properly express.
"Love you too, baby." he replied, then laughed when she glanced around quickly and commented on their plans. "I say we make it drinks at home...compromise. Y'know...if we make it to the beers in the fridge."
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Date: 2006-10-30 03:44 am (UTC)"I thought you drank the last one?" Rachel questioned him with a curious furrow of her brow. She leaned up toward him again kissing him then barely pulling from him, her tone low and quiet, "I don't think we'll make it to the fridge anyway... these pants are coming off even without you."
She laughed a bit but once more had to tug at the front of her jeans, before she laced her arm around him and turned him around, "See this is walking... and this is how we actually head home."
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Date: 2006-10-31 03:46 am (UTC)"Yeah, going home is good, but the walking isn't conducive to the kissing and groping, and frankly? I'm enjoying both a great deal right now..." he argued jokingly. "So we sorta have a problem, 'cause it's difficult to do that when we're walking side by side this way...and hang on, if we're leaving lemme put my shirt back on. It's cold out there."
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:12 am (UTC)Her finger beckoned him a bit closer, reaching out to get a fistful of the collar on his tshirt yanking him toward her a bit forcefully. Her hand was fisted up in his shirt and her mouth pressed to his hard and fierce giving him something to put a bit more pause to his step, but hopefully a bit more emphasis on the notion that she did want to continue all of this at home. She pulled back from him, that dare me attitude shining in her eyes as she left the parlor and started to head back toward the car.
She knew he wouldn't be far behind.
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