[CLOSED TO FOX] Branded
[This is a continuation from THIS POST on Rob's journal. With mod permission, Rob and Fox are continuing their universe here after originating in another RPG universe they are no longer involved in. Fox has been on the island for six months and Rob arrived about a month ago.]
Rob took a brief moment to wonder what the hell he was trying to play at here. He was lying on a tattoo table with his pants around his hips, bare ass in the air, and about to let a total stranger brand him forever with something he had no clue what it could end up being... all in the name of getting laid? He already had a tattoo, but it was related to his service and not many people had really seen it unless they got intimate with him. He never pegged himself much as the tattoo type, but maybe he was? Maybe he was a 'type' he hadn't had a chance to be because he had spent his adult life under strict military orders. Now he was here, on the island, with no responsibilities. Fox had crossed his path at probably both a convenient and not-so-safe time. While he knew it was too soon to think he was 'falling' for her, despite the jokes, there was something there. The fact was, she was a really hot chick, and the chemistry between them was addictive. Up to this moment, he thought she was just playing with him and challenging him to see how far he would go before folding. Folding hadn't been something he considered doing, until this moment when he realised she may very well be about to actually mark him.
It probably took a little longer for the penny to drop in Rob's mind on account of the fact her fingers were on his bare ass. There was a distinct possibility she could get him off just by doing that it had been so long since he had sex. When it did drop, he sucked in a breath and rolled a little onto his side away from her. His jeans were still pushed down, so he was hardly what could be classed as decent with him now facing her and probably giving her a hint of what he had to offer under his jeans. Though he still suspected she already knew.
He blinked in recognition and held a hand up, waving his fingers. "Wait, wait, wait," he said, watching her to see if she was serious. "What are you putting on my ass?" He wasn't exactly objecting. More just... clarifying, again. He looked at the needle. "Because I'm pretty sure it's not going to be your lips, damnit."
Rob took a brief moment to wonder what the hell he was trying to play at here. He was lying on a tattoo table with his pants around his hips, bare ass in the air, and about to let a total stranger brand him forever with something he had no clue what it could end up being... all in the name of getting laid? He already had a tattoo, but it was related to his service and not many people had really seen it unless they got intimate with him. He never pegged himself much as the tattoo type, but maybe he was? Maybe he was a 'type' he hadn't had a chance to be because he had spent his adult life under strict military orders. Now he was here, on the island, with no responsibilities. Fox had crossed his path at probably both a convenient and not-so-safe time. While he knew it was too soon to think he was 'falling' for her, despite the jokes, there was something there. The fact was, she was a really hot chick, and the chemistry between them was addictive. Up to this moment, he thought she was just playing with him and challenging him to see how far he would go before folding. Folding hadn't been something he considered doing, until this moment when he realised she may very well be about to actually mark him.
It probably took a little longer for the penny to drop in Rob's mind on account of the fact her fingers were on his bare ass. There was a distinct possibility she could get him off just by doing that it had been so long since he had sex. When it did drop, he sucked in a breath and rolled a little onto his side away from her. His jeans were still pushed down, so he was hardly what could be classed as decent with him now facing her and probably giving her a hint of what he had to offer under his jeans. Though he still suspected she already knew.
He blinked in recognition and held a hand up, waving his fingers. "Wait, wait, wait," he said, watching her to see if she was serious. "What are you putting on my ass?" He wasn't exactly objecting. More just... clarifying, again. He looked at the needle. "Because I'm pretty sure it's not going to be your lips, damnit."