“NO!” Her obvious anger hurt him and he changed his plan.
“I do not know of any other tattoo artist in the area and honestly I need to have a daily schedule for them. It’s been a part of my days for quite some time and plus I will look stupid if I keep walking around with unfinished tats. Will you really let me keep walking around looking stupid?”
“Honny, seriously the unfinished tats are not what makes you look stupid.”
“Oh yea! Than what is?”
“Yourself in general.”
“Please, Trey. I pay you what you ask for and more, I’m here at the same time every day and it only takes up fifteen-twenty minutes of your time. Is it really that bad?”
“Stop being horrible Trey, he is a paying customer.” Gwen says.
“Unbelievable.” She snatched the drawing from him than looked to the spot it was and shook her head. His front should not look as good as it did. She picked up her gun and put it to him.
He watched as her eyes darkened with want at the sound of his sigh or was it just the pain from her gun touching his skin, that she wanted. He wasn’t sure but he just had to know. “Hey Trey,” he spoke a bit unsurely.
“What?” She said bitchy.
“Is it the causing me pain or my sigh of relief.” She hesitated with the gun in her hand for only a split second that he did notice.
“Is what?”
“Do you always have lust in your eyes when you tattoo someone?” She stopped the gun and looked up at him.
“Are you friggen serious?”
“Actually yes, I am very serious. I’m not trying to be an ass at all, I was just curious to know why it is you have lust in your eyes.”
“No, you got me wrong. Are you serious about thinking I have lust in my eyes.” He put the side of his index finger under her chin to keep her in place, he didn’t want her eyes off him.
“You do, Trey. I see it and it intrigues me. That is why I ask; the need to know the reason for it.”
“It’s not lust if you must know it’s satisfaction of the art is all.”
“I can see the lie in your eyes, Treasach Sirona.” He whispered.
“What are you some kind of dummy lie detector. I hate to break it to ya but you’re fake. Now, do you want me to finish this or will you not shut up because I will get up and leave it if you don’t.”
“Proceed. Though I hope someday you will tell me, I honestly would like just to know.” He tapped her chin, she went back to her work on him and he sighed again, bringing her lust up a notch that he barely glimpsed before she got it back in control. She finished the fifteen minute session and turned to clean up her gun and he spoke softly like to a scared cat ready to claw out his eyes, “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, Trey. I like you…doing my tats.” More unspoken word play, hopefully she caught on.
“You didn’t offend me, you annoy me because I just don’t like you.”
“Why?”
“Why does there have to be a reason, Why can’t it just be so?”
“Nothing is ever just so. Thank you and have a nice night, Trey.” He wanted to lean in and kiss her cheek but she wasn’t giving him the option, she stayed seated with her head turned until he walked away.
“Goddess. Don’t be so formal. Stop with my name already. See annoying.” She got up and walked out the back, leaving him with the thought that using her name got to her good, he's seen to many different emotion from her not to ignore it.
He had a feeling that she would get away from him so he hurried with his payment and ran out. It took him a while to catch up to her but when he did, he smiled. He didn't know his being nice would drive her that crazy. Worse then he liked 'cause she was losing him with her stunts.
He headed to work and wound up letting some girl take him home, all his niceness got to him and made him almost break. The lust in her eyes for him only seemed like her need for inflicting pain instead. It wasn’t a fix, it was complete torture and him being nice only made it worse because it made him want to give her his love even more. It was built up and he had to give it to someone before he walked back to Trey on his way home. He really didn't like being nice to her at all it made him just as crazy as her.
She knew exactly what he meant when he asked if it was the pain or the sigh. Being she knew it was the sigh and didn’t know why it was, she wouldn’t give him the answer. 'And why should I anyway?' It could just be because his sigh meant what her sigh meant to her. ‘It doesn’t necessarily mean I want him because I don’t. How could I, he’s a pompous ass,’ she huffed and walked into her place with no energy left at all.
He was set and ready the next day when he walked in but she was not. Being mean was never her thing. Yea, she could kick ass and have the wit to fight back but just being down right mean never got any one anywhere so she never did. She was starting to think, ‘How could this even work when being mean never gets you anywhere?’ Yet, she was still going to try.
“Hey Trey! You ready for the likes of me today?” He said chipper as he walked right over to her chair and dropped into place taking off his shirt while doing so. It looked cute and natural and she cursed it.
“Hey Trey. Seriously it just sounds stupid.”
“It sounds cute in a sweet poetic drawl though, watch listen. Hey Trey! See good right?”
“Not at all. It’s corny.”
“Well than just call me corny and paint me yellow. I am as bright as the sun shining down with your love, making my stalks stand tall.” Jocelyn broke out laughing at that which in turn made Trey laugh. Pathetic was kind of funny.
“Now that was corny!” Jos said.
“Indeed!” Trey shot back.
“Hey! Making smiles and laughs are worth my being corny. The sounds of laughs that come with it are encouraging melodies to my ears.”
“Great.” Trey ready her gun while Jocelyn let her know she was headed out to pick up Gwen. He liked that. She put the gun to his chest and he sighed than spoke, “Please don’t jump.” He put her other hand in his and stroked her inside wrist with his thumb.
“Really?”
“Well, considering you will not do for me anymore, I had to compromise and do for myself. I like the calming effect your touch has on me.”
“Calming effect, huh?”
“Yea, did you think your touch only turned me on? ‘Cause guess what it does but it also calms me in a way I have never felt.”
“Wow, there goes corny again,” blatantly ignoring his first comment.
“Fine, I’ll just let it turn me on then.”
“Do whatever it is you have too to block out the pain I’m causing you because it is the only thing that I will do to you.”
“K. So how many tattoos do you have?” She glanced up at him with a ‘Really?’ look than back down at what she was doing.
“Two, the one I showed you and one on the back of my neck.”
“What is it of?”
“Eyes, because I have eyes in the back of my head.” She said it sarcastically and he could tell the meaning she gave was bull shit.
“Funny, so what do they really mean?”
“Nothing I’m about to tell you.”
“Okay, fine. Why only two?”
“Haven’t found any that mean as much to me as they do.”
“Hm.” He was quiet for the rest of the time having in mind that his touch had to do something to her more in the silence. He wouldn’t take her mind off it with his talk. She tried to block the calming feel of his touch by trying to figure out the meaning of the tat she was working on. It wasn’t going so well ‘because when she spoke, she spoke low, “Done?”
“With that.” She went to pull her hand from his but he stopped her. “Not with this.” His pleading in his voice made her stop.
“Why?” She asked calmly and without the bitch tone.
“I like the tranquility in your eyes, they are serene. I like this look in your eyes more than I like when you’re agitated with me.”
“T
ake a better look, I’m still agitated.” She tried changing her voice without any luck. He pulled on her wrist to get her closer and look deeper into her eyes than leaned forward and kissed her on her cheek.
“Too bad, it would be nice to fix that lust of yours that is still swirling in your eyes depths.” He whispered and let go to get up. “I’ll leave the money on the counter.” It crossed her mind that he was paying her just to get to her but she soon through that out. She threw herself down on the chair in defeat, he got a win from that one and she let him. ‘It just felt so nice.’ She would need a fight and soon she had to get all this pent up frustration away from her.
He waved as he passed Jocelyn car, he wouldn’t have to wait for Trey long. When she got in his sights he smiled, today he didn’t have to put up as much of a fight to keep up with her. He was getting better and the feel of her today made him want to succeed even more at getting her all for himself. Like his plan goes; being better for her, not just himself. An idea hit him back at her shop, and he thought about it as he ran behind her. He broke off and headed home to sketch before falling asleep satisfied with himself and the drawing.
She tossed and turned and cursed his touch. She wanted to fall asleep and forget the man that got to her so much. The next morning was full of regret, she didn’t want to get out of bed. How could she allow him to get to her so badly that she lost sleep over it? She went through her day exhausted and relaxed in her tattoo chair pushing the jobs on the girls instead. When he showed up it was with her dread.
He walked over to her with a smile and sat down at the edge of the chair. “Please do stay there, I have a sketch for you.” He handed her the sketch he drew and asked, “What do you think? May I tattoo it on you?”
“You, tattoo it on me?”
“Yea, I was doing some research on your signature you put on me and I came across this symbol that I think clearly fits you. I sketched it in terms of you.”
“In terms of me?”
“I would explain but you never explained to me what yours meant in terms of me. I figured out the meaning of it all but I’m completely stumped about the in terms of you part. So unless you plan to tell me what your meaning is, I will not tell you mine.”
“Wow, childish much? I know what the basics of the symbol means but could you elaborate on why you think it fits me.”
“Sure, because you are powerful and a victor.”
“Is that all?” She smiled.
“No, but it is all I will elaborate on right now. Maybe someday if you explain what is tattooed on me I will enlighten you.” She knew a lot about what the symbol meant and it flew through her head. The horse guided and protected a warrior through battle. It also was the symbol of The Horse Goddess; Macha. It was said that after her father died he could not claim the throne, so she did. Her uncles; the other rotating kings, refused to have a women claim the throne and a fight ensued and she won, becoming Queen. Also 'mesrad machae meant the heads of men that have been slaughter, one of the three morrigna; raven women who instigated battle' as per se in medieval manuscripts. Which she thought was fitting in terms of Ayden also.
“Well?”
“Okay, did you have a place in mind that you’d like to tattoo it?”
“There is a couple. In between your shoulder blades or on your shoulder.” He ran his finger in a circle around her shoulder. “Personally I would like it here, to me it seems like a warriors spot and I think it would be sexiest on you right here.”
“Oh, because I’m going for sexiest?”
“I think its fitting right here is really all. Like a shield for a warrior.”
“Yeah, I think so too. Can you even tattoo?”
“I can draw, I did draw the picture, do you think I could tattoo it?”
“Have you ever tattooed before?”
“No.”
“And you want me to allow you to attempt it first on me in a spot that will be visible for everyone to see?”
“Yea, why not?”
“Jocelyn, do you know where the dummy is?”
“In the closet, I’ll grab it.”
“I thought you were talking about me.”
“No, we have an actual practice dummy, not really a person just a block resembling skin. You can try there first. Draw a star; an equal star if you can do that on your first attempt, I’ll allow you to mark me.”
“Huh! An equal star actually makes since.” He went to it and to Trey’s surprise it was an equally perfect star.
“Okay, have at it. Gwen, Jocelyn you mind locking up and turning off the open signs. I really don’t want any distractions for him to mess up with, it’s going on my skin for life.”
“Yeah, no problem. We’re gonna take off also, head down to the bar for a couple drinks considering we won’t have any customers.” Gwen says.
“K, chic’s thank you.”
“Have fun!” Jos laughs, and off they went.
Trey settled in, took a breath and locked eyes with Ayden. “I’ll trust for you to do your best, mark my skin for life and fuck up; will be your worst sin.”
“You have my word, I will do my best.” She nodded her head once than laid it back looking into the face of the man that was about to mark her; that was about to cause her physical pain. When the gun touched down she made an 'mmm' sound of pleasure which completely threw him off and made him stop to look in her eyes. “You like the pain, you turn it to pleasure.”
“In a time like this, yes. There are a few other things that I turn pain into depending on the situation. Now, you gonna get on with it or what?”
“Yea, sorry.” He started again with more of a smile while she stared into the face of her inflictor. He enjoyed what he was doing a little more and she noticed. There was something different in his look that intrigued her. There was more to his confidence than she has wanted to believe. ‘Have I lied to myself about him? Na.’ She threw the thought out and faced the pain with pleasure. After fifteen minutes he stopped, “Do you want me to finish or save the rest for tomorrow?”
“I don’t like things unfinished, so yes, please do.” He laughed and began again. Her need to finish what was started was more than her need for pain and he liked that about her. He hoped that it was also a quality within himself. Yes, he loved the pain and his tats were not finished but it was the important things that needed to be finished; like college and making something of himself and now; to finish what his heart started with Trey.
After a little over an hour he finished and smiled, happy with his work. He turned to look at Trey and swore she was almost asleep. ‘What girl could fall asleep to getting a tattoo,’ he thought but then she whispered, “I like you put the flames for your name.”
“You saw that?”
“I did.”
“Why do you like it?”
“Because you put flames and not your name, didn’t I just say that?”
“Yeah, yea I guess you did.” She was still leaning back against the chair when he leaned in to kiss her in his usual spot. “Goodnight, my healing fighter.”
“Goodnight, Ayden.” She addressed him for the first time and there was a certain respect in her voice for him. He wasn’t going to take advantage of her obvious turn on and he could draw, tattoo and fight. Or so she’s heard he could fight, she will have to see that for herself.
He let himself out and thanked that he didn’t have to work. The feeling he had at the moment just made him want to curl up with her on that chair just to hold her and give his love, putting her to sleep. He went straight to his bed instead unable to do that yet with her. The second he laid down and closed his eyes he could almost feel her and instantly fell asleep.
She couldn’t get up, she couldn’t move. She was so at peace for the first time since he came into her life and it was what he did that gave her that peace: the pain he inflicted on her was different, his feeling of doing it was different. She wound up falling asleep right where she laid and woke up a few hours later uncomfortable yet she was extrem
ely comfortable. She went upstairs and crawled into her bed and fell asleep to thoughts of him in her head.
The next day they both walked through the day with an ease. They both made progress with each other the night before that set both their minds to that ease. When he showed up for his tat that night, they sat in silence as she marked him. He thanked her in his usual way; a kiss on the cheek. Paying Gwen he walked out and waiting for Trey to go on her run. He stayed at a good pace behind her and decided today was a better day than any. He front flipped off a car hood and landed next to her. She didn’t even flinch, she kept running while she yelled, “I was wondering when you were finally gonna catch up, it’s been like a week.”
“Ha, I was only waiting to see if you would change your routine. I could a caught up when you sailed past me the first night we met.” That made her stop dead. She didn’t realize he saw her then.
“The first night we met?”
“Yea, the one where you told me you wanted to prop me up like a souvenir to have me always in your sight.”
“I told you, huh?”
“Yup!”
“Well than you better start shining soon because I only like shinny toys. Though I do have a problem with breaking them, then they become useless to me so I throw them away like day old bread.”
“My point is to shine for…you,” Then he leaned in close, grabbing her biceps and whispered in her ear, “and that’s strike two, please don’t make a third strike or your out and honny, I wanna see you run all the bases and make it a home run.”
‘Why not play his game, he wants it dirty, he’ll get it dirty,’ she thought. If he won’t give her a fair fight, she won’t give him one. She grabbed his hips, caressing while she whispered in his ear, “How about I just run? It is what I do best!” She pressed fully against him lightly bit then kissed the tender spot below his ear.
His body tensed, his hands latched onto her tighter, but she spun from his grips and ran. He yelled as he ran after her, “People only run when their scared. What are you scared of, Trey?”
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