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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: 2006-10-02 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.