RP LOG #2 with shoothetarget | Branded
Rob approached the tattoo parlour and hesitated on the sidewalk. As soon as he reached the door, he turned around and nearly went back in the direction he came. But with his hands shoved in his pockets, he gave himself a mental slap, and cleared his throat as he pushed through the parlour's door. He was in Houston for another couple of nights with all his mates from his unit. The whole purpose of getting off the brig and out on the town was to live it up a little after the posting, and Rob was pretty sure he had well done that. He couldn't get that night with Fox out of his head and he was really relieved he hadn't actually had a lot of booze before he found her in the bar. He had recollections of every single moment with her, and even more now he had the second encounter with her at the pool. But that was it. It was one night only, but he had been restless ever since. Restless and horny. Jerking off gave him no satisfaction after the awesome sex, and now he was left wondering if none had been a better option. He hadn't had anything to really miss then. Now he was left hot and bothered, and it hadn't even passed his mind to try and get her number. He had no fucking idea why he didn't. He was just so distracted and caught up. He would be lying if he didn't admit to regretting that tiny omission now.
Instead, he needed some other outlet for his still buzzing energy and adrenaline. The good hard fuck with Fox hadn't diluted that, it just seemed to fuel it and left him wanting more. He had passed the tattoo parlour the first night he was here, taking in it's presence distractedly as he walked in the large group with his pals towards the heaving bar up the street. His brain must have logged the notion away somewhere because after talking about tattoos with Fox the morning before, and basically getting a raging boner from examining her ink work, he thought a little pain through another tattoo of his own might be the answer. And maybe he would even get an image of a fox, just to mark the occasion...
With a small nod of resolve to himself, he went into the tattoo place, letting a wave of impulsiveness make the decision for him. There was no one in the main parlour, so he walked purposefully over to the counter and tapped his finger against the bell. Better to bite the bullet now before he changed his mind and just went back to his hotel room for another toss. He was already bordering on chafing as it was.
Fox pulled the curtain aside to usher out one of her customers, the guy sporting a bandage from shoulder to elbow. He'd wanted a large snake done, and Fox had obliged him. She really did like it better when they knew what they wanted. It left no room for idle chit-chat, or boredom from watching them procrastinate. She'd rather deal with the customers that definitely wanted ink, and were there strictly for business. The parlour had been a seed planted by Wesley after one of their nights together, and she really did owe him for it. It served to keep her sane, and to keep her hands busy so her trigger finger didn't get itchy.
She pulled off her latex gloves as she went back over how the snake guy could take care of his tattoo while it healed before accepting the cash off him, and glancing up to deal with the next patron. She blinked as she saw Rob, an eyebrow creeping up as the corner of her mouth twitched with amusement. He hadn't left her mind since their encounter, and as much as Fox was loathe to admit it, she had been wishing that she'd see him again.
"We meet again."
Rob nearly tripped over his own feet. In fact, he did kind of stumble a little when he saw Fox standing there and his brain didn't work quick enough to connect the dots, and he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out at first. In fact, his brain waves seemed to want to fight and send all blood rushing in a southerly direction. "I... uh... you..." he stammered stupidly. He pulled his lips to the side for a moment and scratched the back of his head, laughing. "I was just, uh... coming to..." He waved his hand and then paused, cringing at himself. "Fuck, I'm acting like a teenage dude trying to buy condoms. I swear, I'm of age. Don't need Mom or Dad's permission for ink," he finally ended with, wondering where his suave smoothness had suddenly fucked the hell off to.
Fox wore a tank top to reveal the ink on her arms, and folded them under her chest. She couldn't help but smirk as she arched an eyebrow. "Good thing you won't have to worry about buying some, since I always carry a couple. Want to borrow one? Maybe I should check your ID just in case. I swear I knew a man like you once, but I don't think your balls have dropped quite yet. Maybe I should take a look?" She reached out to hook her fingers into his waistband as she tugged him towards the velvet curtain separating the front from her work area.
"To shove over my head right now in lieu of a paper bag? Yes, please," Rob joked and started to smirk at her. "I could just drop my shorts and get myself off in front of you. I'm not proud," he told her with a shrug, though his eyes were still shining in amusement. Then he titled his head, smirking at her. He had no protests whatsoever and let himself be pulled in the direction of the curtain. He was somewhat absentmindedly absorbing the surroundings of the parlour, though his attentions were on Fox and Fox alone. His fingers came to rest on her forearm and he teased the tips of them over her skin. "I probably should be worried, right?"
"You could, but wouldn't it be a little pointless if I just walked away?" There was a slight shift in Fox's stance as she felt her body react to the imagery that came with Rob's suggestion. She didn't think she'd actually walk away so much as just watch. She wasn't always proud, either. "Yes, you really should," Fox grinned. Her eyes were on his, trusting her memory to guide her through the parlour without tripping over anything. Her lips parted a little as he touched her arm, and when they came to a stop, she leaned in close so her breath mingled with his. "Push down your pants, and get on the table."
"Is getting off ever pointless? It's just way more fun when someone helps," Rob reasoned. He looked at her warily when she told him to drop his pants. The getting up on the table thing alone didn't phase him. He turned his head, causing their lips to be as close as they could be without touching. He shifted his weight to the other foot and his leg pressed up against her. His hand dropped from her arm so both hands could work the buttons on his jeans. "Face down, huh? Are you trying to torture me?"
"You like it." It was a statement, not a question, and Fox just arched an eyebrow. Her gaze stayed fixed on his face, not looking down until he was on the table. If she had indeed seen his cock, she wasn't giving away anything. It would be easy to kiss him, but she stayed very still, taking measured breaths.
"I do," Rob agreed, the confirmation coming out in a soft growl as his hunger once again became difficult to fight off. His belt buckle made a metallic clicking sound as he got it undone, that and the ruffle of his jeans as he pushed them down his hips the only sound besides their breathing in the parlour. "So do you," he noted, analysing the breathing and the look in her eyes. He wasn't a trained tactical specialist for nothing. He dropped the jeans far enough so she would get a good view of his bare ass when he climbed onto the table, draping an arm in front of him to rest his head on.
She had held his gaze until he'd climbed up onto the table, only then letting her tongue flick out across her lips as she closed her eyes and willed the arousal eating at her gut away. "I do," she quietly acknowledged. Fox walked over to wash her hands, and then grab a pair of gloves. After she'd settled on her stool, she took great care and attention in cleaning an area of his ass, her mouth curved into a soft smile as she didn't hide the fact she was definitely checking him out. "Why Superman?"
"Why not? Would you have preferred to find Barbie?" Rob sniggered when she referred to his Superman boxers. His head was turned enough to be able to see her, but not what she was doing. It wasn't like he was a contortionist or Inspector Gadget, even if he could be flexible when he needed to be. She wasn't really going to tattoo his ass, was she? He could see her eyes trailing over his ass. Okay, he had to give it to her, it was a fucking hot way to get a guy to drop his trousers for a perve.
Fox leaned forward as she gently pressed her fingers into his butt cheek to make sure the skin was tight after she'd prepared her machine, and checked the needle. "I think more questions might have been asked had it been Barbie." And her idea would change dramatically. It would be far less sexy for Rob to have a Barbie on his ass.
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. His cock was still convinced he had a lot of lost time to make up for. 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, even if she had already seen it. 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."
He 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 an intimate 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 and trying to cater to a wife he probably wasn't even 100% in love with. Now he was here, home from service, with no immediate 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.
Fox's lips quirked as she held the machine poised over Rob's behind, and looked at him. She had been hoping he'd actually just let her start, then he wouldn't have any choice but to let her continue. It was as good as excuse as any to create something that would permanently be a part of the man that seemed to affect her so damn much. In all her time she had never met anyone like Rob. It had been unnerving just how quickly they seemed to have clicked, and perhaps that had been reason enough for Fox to hesitate. A part of her wanted to be sure for once that she wasn't just involved in something because Rob was new, and an unknown quantity. Shiny object syndrome.
"No, it's not. I was planning on a Superman logo. Give you something to remember after our encounter." Even if the logo only came to her once she saw the boxers he was wearing.
Rob's eyebrows shot up and he laughed, thinking she was joking. It was only about ten seconds before his eyes widened just a little more. "A Superman logo on my butt cheek?" he asked, the tip of his tongue coming to rest on his lower lip. "That's going to be a bit of a contrast to my other one..." He held her gaze and then started to smirk. "If I say no, are you going to call me a wimp and pull the piss?" he asked.
Fox kept her face straight as she held his gaze. Then her eyes flashed, and she broke into a grin. Her long brown hair had been tied back to keep out of the way while she worked, and she raised gloved hand to tuck a few strands behind her ears. "Mine aren't exactly coordinated." She shrugged a shoulder. "I might just give you a love heart instead."
Rob couldn't help but meet her grin and then started to laugh again. "Hey, I call a foul! You have me up against a proverbial wall here... not that I'm opposed to being up against walls, I just prefer them not to be proverbial. What do I get in return beyond a sore butt if I let you do this? Bearing in mind, you could always just drug me and do it anyway." He rested back on his elbow and used his foot to trace slowly over her hip, his toes coming dangerously close to her ass.
Fox leaned forward, careful to keep the needle well away from Rob. "You get the knowledge that for a couple of weeks, you won't be able to sit on your ass without thinking of me. And if you play along, you might just get a little treat. You're just going to have to trust me about the treat. Some surprises are worth waiting for."
"Will you kiss it better?" Rob asked deviously, his eyes flashing as she leaned closer. She was like a drug that he couldn't get enough of. It was a good thing he probably had his jeans undone, because his dick was once again trying to come to the party that hadn't quite come to fruition yet.
Fox gave him a wink. "It'll need to heal first. Wouldn't want to infect it." She dragged herself closer to him, fingers back on his ass before she readied the needle again. "Once this starts, you better fucking stay still. At least if you're dead, you won't move."
Rob let out a rough breath, but moved back onto his stomach... awkwardly. Men weren't built to lie on their stomach when they were turned on. "You drive a hard fucking bargain," he told her, his tone indicating he was indulging in every minute of it. He remembered the other tattoo stinging when he got it done, but wasn't the ass supposed to be more sensitive? "Are you going to keep me entertained during the long hours I can't sit on my butt?" He tried to see her face to read any unspoken answers there, but he couldn't see her eyes from this angle. He had to see her eyes to even hope to have a clue what she might be thinking. He didn't profess to know her, but he suspected they operated very similarly. "I hope you're an accurate shot," he teased.
"That depends on what you might consider entertainment," she commented as she focused on keeping her hand steady. "I don't do puppet shows. And you have no idea just how good of a shot I am." Fox's mind went to her time with the Fraternity, and wondered whether she should show him just what she could do with a gun. As much as she wanted to set the machine down and just explore his body with her hands and mouth, Fox managed to keep her attention on her work, ignoring any kind of arousal that was building up.
It hurt, sure. It was a needle piercing his skin over and over again, but compared to the injuries he had on the field over the years, it was nothing. And actually, it was maybe turning him on just a bit. He liked a bit of pain and it was a fact he never really hid. Rough and a bit of pain, but he did also like it standard... with the right chick. His wife hadn't liked it rough, or at least so she told him. He figured she probably did with her bit of cock on the side. Made sense now why she never seemed in the mood for sex, even after he had been posted for months. "Just puppet shows, or no hand and wrist action at all?" he asked, watching her out of the corner of his eye from where his head was laying in his forearm. "I have a confession to make," he told her, letting out a slow breath with the words. It was hard to focus on anything but her fingers on his ass.
"You do realise I'm neither a priest, nor in the position to absolve you of your sins, right?" Fox asked, just to make sure he wasn't confused. Maybe the pain was getting to him, but she doubted it. He almost looked as if he had a small smile on his face. "But to answer your other question, just puppet shows."
Rob smirked. "That's a relief. I was starting to wonder if I was barking up the wrong tree here." He wet his lips, fighting the urge to reach behind him and scratch the skin around the tattoo. It felt weird. Though, scratching his ass probably wasn't the smooth image he was trying to project here. He met her eyes in amusement and shifted just a little so she would have to stop her work. "Thank fuck. A priest probably wouldn't have enough time to listen to my confessions."
She stopped, looking at him questioningly. "I thought it was their job to. I can't see priests having too many other commitments. It's not as if they've got any fucking orgies, or priest parties. Maybe they do... poor choir boys," she smirked. "What is it that you have to confess?"
"So they say. It's always the priests in the news for questionable shit with kids, though." Rob rolled just enough onto his side that he could push his jeans a little further to his hips. He revealed his other tattoo, the US army emblem with the motto 'This We'll Defend' arching above it. Below it was a simple script that said 'Sniper'. He pressed his lips together briefly. "I probably should have spoken up that day at the pool when you said you were only interested in guys who could handle weapons. It's not exactly something I reveal to many people. My position, not the tattoo, though that's much the same."
Fox's eyebrow arched as she studied the tattoo. He was a sniper... that was quite the development. He might understand more about her life as an assassin than she realised. Snipers also weren't very open about the position they held, in fact, generally they worked under more cover than she ever would. "No, you shouldn't have. Not if you didn't want to. You barely knew me. Still don't exactly know me." She touched her fingers to his hip before she moved back on the stool enough to let herself bend forward and kiss the tattoo. Her lips parted before her tongue slipped out, and she sucked on his skin before biting down.
"That's why I wanted to tell you," Rob said lowly, his voice taking a hoarse edge. "Because I get the feeling you know what it's like to be me, on some level. What it's like to... think in two different mindsets." The words cut off with a sharp inhalation of breath when her lips pressed against the tattoo, and it felt like a bolt of electricity sliced through his body. Oh holy fuck, that was hot. And unexpected. So unexpected he almost came just from the arousing shock of it. His hand gripped around the edge of the table as he watched her head dipped and her lips against his skin. She was so close... so close.
Her eyes slid to his face from under her dark lashes, and Fox kept her mouth close to his skin. "If I was a complete fucking bitch, right now I'd just pull away and leave you hanging... Something tells me it's really not going to take much for you to be pushed over the edge, Rob. Not right now... not when you're so wound up. Will you let me get on with the tattoo if you come?"
"Well," Rob began breathlessly, wetting his lips and swallowing. "Really not gonna be lying on my stomach right now," he offered with a laugh. "Y'all don't even want to know how long it was since I had sex before you, either." He was also having a lot of difficulty trying to string the words together with her face so close to his lap like that. It was the pool all over again, only this time, he would be fucked if he would let her walk away again. Rationality was sparring heavily with horniness in his brain and the latter was winning out.
Fox smiled, and kissed the tattoo once more before she rubbed her nose against her skin, nuzzling into him. Then she pulled herself up the length of the table, bringing her face level with his. She kept the latex gloves on as her hand pushed down his body simultaneous to the moment she captured his mouth in a heated kiss. Fox was never going to tire of toying with him, she realised. She was enjoying his reactions too much.
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Instead, he needed some other outlet for his still buzzing energy and adrenaline. The good hard fuck with Fox hadn't diluted that, it just seemed to fuel it and left him wanting more. He had passed the tattoo parlour the first night he was here, taking in it's presence distractedly as he walked in the large group with his pals towards the heaving bar up the street. His brain must have logged the notion away somewhere because after talking about tattoos with Fox the morning before, and basically getting a raging boner from examining her ink work, he thought a little pain through another tattoo of his own might be the answer. And maybe he would even get an image of a fox, just to mark the occasion...
With a small nod of resolve to himself, he went into the tattoo place, letting a wave of impulsiveness make the decision for him. There was no one in the main parlour, so he walked purposefully over to the counter and tapped his finger against the bell. Better to bite the bullet now before he changed his mind and just went back to his hotel room for another toss. He was already bordering on chafing as it was.
Fox pulled the curtain aside to usher out one of her customers, the guy sporting a bandage from shoulder to elbow. He'd wanted a large snake done, and Fox had obliged him. She really did like it better when they knew what they wanted. It left no room for idle chit-chat, or boredom from watching them procrastinate. She'd rather deal with the customers that definitely wanted ink, and were there strictly for business. The parlour had been a seed planted by Wesley after one of their nights together, and she really did owe him for it. It served to keep her sane, and to keep her hands busy so her trigger finger didn't get itchy.
She pulled off her latex gloves as she went back over how the snake guy could take care of his tattoo while it healed before accepting the cash off him, and glancing up to deal with the next patron. She blinked as she saw Rob, an eyebrow creeping up as the corner of her mouth twitched with amusement. He hadn't left her mind since their encounter, and as much as Fox was loathe to admit it, she had been wishing that she'd see him again.
"We meet again."
Rob nearly tripped over his own feet. In fact, he did kind of stumble a little when he saw Fox standing there and his brain didn't work quick enough to connect the dots, and he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out at first. In fact, his brain waves seemed to want to fight and send all blood rushing in a southerly direction. "I... uh... you..." he stammered stupidly. He pulled his lips to the side for a moment and scratched the back of his head, laughing. "I was just, uh... coming to..." He waved his hand and then paused, cringing at himself. "Fuck, I'm acting like a teenage dude trying to buy condoms. I swear, I'm of age. Don't need Mom or Dad's permission for ink," he finally ended with, wondering where his suave smoothness had suddenly fucked the hell off to.
Fox wore a tank top to reveal the ink on her arms, and folded them under her chest. She couldn't help but smirk as she arched an eyebrow. "Good thing you won't have to worry about buying some, since I always carry a couple. Want to borrow one? Maybe I should check your ID just in case. I swear I knew a man like you once, but I don't think your balls have dropped quite yet. Maybe I should take a look?" She reached out to hook her fingers into his waistband as she tugged him towards the velvet curtain separating the front from her work area.
"To shove over my head right now in lieu of a paper bag? Yes, please," Rob joked and started to smirk at her. "I could just drop my shorts and get myself off in front of you. I'm not proud," he told her with a shrug, though his eyes were still shining in amusement. Then he titled his head, smirking at her. He had no protests whatsoever and let himself be pulled in the direction of the curtain. He was somewhat absentmindedly absorbing the surroundings of the parlour, though his attentions were on Fox and Fox alone. His fingers came to rest on her forearm and he teased the tips of them over her skin. "I probably should be worried, right?"
"You could, but wouldn't it be a little pointless if I just walked away?" There was a slight shift in Fox's stance as she felt her body react to the imagery that came with Rob's suggestion. She didn't think she'd actually walk away so much as just watch. She wasn't always proud, either. "Yes, you really should," Fox grinned. Her eyes were on his, trusting her memory to guide her through the parlour without tripping over anything. Her lips parted a little as he touched her arm, and when they came to a stop, she leaned in close so her breath mingled with his. "Push down your pants, and get on the table."
"Is getting off ever pointless? It's just way more fun when someone helps," Rob reasoned. He looked at her warily when she told him to drop his pants. The getting up on the table thing alone didn't phase him. He turned his head, causing their lips to be as close as they could be without touching. He shifted his weight to the other foot and his leg pressed up against her. His hand dropped from her arm so both hands could work the buttons on his jeans. "Face down, huh? Are you trying to torture me?"
"You like it." It was a statement, not a question, and Fox just arched an eyebrow. Her gaze stayed fixed on his face, not looking down until he was on the table. If she had indeed seen his cock, she wasn't giving away anything. It would be easy to kiss him, but she stayed very still, taking measured breaths.
"I do," Rob agreed, the confirmation coming out in a soft growl as his hunger once again became difficult to fight off. His belt buckle made a metallic clicking sound as he got it undone, that and the ruffle of his jeans as he pushed them down his hips the only sound besides their breathing in the parlour. "So do you," he noted, analysing the breathing and the look in her eyes. He wasn't a trained tactical specialist for nothing. He dropped the jeans far enough so she would get a good view of his bare ass when he climbed onto the table, draping an arm in front of him to rest his head on.
She had held his gaze until he'd climbed up onto the table, only then letting her tongue flick out across her lips as she closed her eyes and willed the arousal eating at her gut away. "I do," she quietly acknowledged. Fox walked over to wash her hands, and then grab a pair of gloves. After she'd settled on her stool, she took great care and attention in cleaning an area of his ass, her mouth curved into a soft smile as she didn't hide the fact she was definitely checking him out. "Why Superman?"
"Why not? Would you have preferred to find Barbie?" Rob sniggered when she referred to his Superman boxers. His head was turned enough to be able to see her, but not what she was doing. It wasn't like he was a contortionist or Inspector Gadget, even if he could be flexible when he needed to be. She wasn't really going to tattoo his ass, was she? He could see her eyes trailing over his ass. Okay, he had to give it to her, it was a fucking hot way to get a guy to drop his trousers for a perve.
Fox leaned forward as she gently pressed her fingers into his butt cheek to make sure the skin was tight after she'd prepared her machine, and checked the needle. "I think more questions might have been asked had it been Barbie." And her idea would change dramatically. It would be far less sexy for Rob to have a Barbie on his ass.
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. His cock was still convinced he had a lot of lost time to make up for. 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, even if she had already seen it. 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."
He 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 an intimate 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 and trying to cater to a wife he probably wasn't even 100% in love with. Now he was here, home from service, with no immediate 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.
Fox's lips quirked as she held the machine poised over Rob's behind, and looked at him. She had been hoping he'd actually just let her start, then he wouldn't have any choice but to let her continue. It was as good as excuse as any to create something that would permanently be a part of the man that seemed to affect her so damn much. In all her time she had never met anyone like Rob. It had been unnerving just how quickly they seemed to have clicked, and perhaps that had been reason enough for Fox to hesitate. A part of her wanted to be sure for once that she wasn't just involved in something because Rob was new, and an unknown quantity. Shiny object syndrome.
"No, it's not. I was planning on a Superman logo. Give you something to remember after our encounter." Even if the logo only came to her once she saw the boxers he was wearing.
Rob's eyebrows shot up and he laughed, thinking she was joking. It was only about ten seconds before his eyes widened just a little more. "A Superman logo on my butt cheek?" he asked, the tip of his tongue coming to rest on his lower lip. "That's going to be a bit of a contrast to my other one..." He held her gaze and then started to smirk. "If I say no, are you going to call me a wimp and pull the piss?" he asked.
Fox kept her face straight as she held his gaze. Then her eyes flashed, and she broke into a grin. Her long brown hair had been tied back to keep out of the way while she worked, and she raised gloved hand to tuck a few strands behind her ears. "Mine aren't exactly coordinated." She shrugged a shoulder. "I might just give you a love heart instead."
Rob couldn't help but meet her grin and then started to laugh again. "Hey, I call a foul! You have me up against a proverbial wall here... not that I'm opposed to being up against walls, I just prefer them not to be proverbial. What do I get in return beyond a sore butt if I let you do this? Bearing in mind, you could always just drug me and do it anyway." He rested back on his elbow and used his foot to trace slowly over her hip, his toes coming dangerously close to her ass.
Fox leaned forward, careful to keep the needle well away from Rob. "You get the knowledge that for a couple of weeks, you won't be able to sit on your ass without thinking of me. And if you play along, you might just get a little treat. You're just going to have to trust me about the treat. Some surprises are worth waiting for."
"Will you kiss it better?" Rob asked deviously, his eyes flashing as she leaned closer. She was like a drug that he couldn't get enough of. It was a good thing he probably had his jeans undone, because his dick was once again trying to come to the party that hadn't quite come to fruition yet.
Fox gave him a wink. "It'll need to heal first. Wouldn't want to infect it." She dragged herself closer to him, fingers back on his ass before she readied the needle again. "Once this starts, you better fucking stay still. At least if you're dead, you won't move."
Rob let out a rough breath, but moved back onto his stomach... awkwardly. Men weren't built to lie on their stomach when they were turned on. "You drive a hard fucking bargain," he told her, his tone indicating he was indulging in every minute of it. He remembered the other tattoo stinging when he got it done, but wasn't the ass supposed to be more sensitive? "Are you going to keep me entertained during the long hours I can't sit on my butt?" He tried to see her face to read any unspoken answers there, but he couldn't see her eyes from this angle. He had to see her eyes to even hope to have a clue what she might be thinking. He didn't profess to know her, but he suspected they operated very similarly. "I hope you're an accurate shot," he teased.
"That depends on what you might consider entertainment," she commented as she focused on keeping her hand steady. "I don't do puppet shows. And you have no idea just how good of a shot I am." Fox's mind went to her time with the Fraternity, and wondered whether she should show him just what she could do with a gun. As much as she wanted to set the machine down and just explore his body with her hands and mouth, Fox managed to keep her attention on her work, ignoring any kind of arousal that was building up.
It hurt, sure. It was a needle piercing his skin over and over again, but compared to the injuries he had on the field over the years, it was nothing. And actually, it was maybe turning him on just a bit. He liked a bit of pain and it was a fact he never really hid. Rough and a bit of pain, but he did also like it standard... with the right chick. His wife hadn't liked it rough, or at least so she told him. He figured she probably did with her bit of cock on the side. Made sense now why she never seemed in the mood for sex, even after he had been posted for months. "Just puppet shows, or no hand and wrist action at all?" he asked, watching her out of the corner of his eye from where his head was laying in his forearm. "I have a confession to make," he told her, letting out a slow breath with the words. It was hard to focus on anything but her fingers on his ass.
"You do realise I'm neither a priest, nor in the position to absolve you of your sins, right?" Fox asked, just to make sure he wasn't confused. Maybe the pain was getting to him, but she doubted it. He almost looked as if he had a small smile on his face. "But to answer your other question, just puppet shows."
Rob smirked. "That's a relief. I was starting to wonder if I was barking up the wrong tree here." He wet his lips, fighting the urge to reach behind him and scratch the skin around the tattoo. It felt weird. Though, scratching his ass probably wasn't the smooth image he was trying to project here. He met her eyes in amusement and shifted just a little so she would have to stop her work. "Thank fuck. A priest probably wouldn't have enough time to listen to my confessions."
She stopped, looking at him questioningly. "I thought it was their job to. I can't see priests having too many other commitments. It's not as if they've got any fucking orgies, or priest parties. Maybe they do... poor choir boys," she smirked. "What is it that you have to confess?"
"So they say. It's always the priests in the news for questionable shit with kids, though." Rob rolled just enough onto his side that he could push his jeans a little further to his hips. He revealed his other tattoo, the US army emblem with the motto 'This We'll Defend' arching above it. Below it was a simple script that said 'Sniper'. He pressed his lips together briefly. "I probably should have spoken up that day at the pool when you said you were only interested in guys who could handle weapons. It's not exactly something I reveal to many people. My position, not the tattoo, though that's much the same."
Fox's eyebrow arched as she studied the tattoo. He was a sniper... that was quite the development. He might understand more about her life as an assassin than she realised. Snipers also weren't very open about the position they held, in fact, generally they worked under more cover than she ever would. "No, you shouldn't have. Not if you didn't want to. You barely knew me. Still don't exactly know me." She touched her fingers to his hip before she moved back on the stool enough to let herself bend forward and kiss the tattoo. Her lips parted before her tongue slipped out, and she sucked on his skin before biting down.
"That's why I wanted to tell you," Rob said lowly, his voice taking a hoarse edge. "Because I get the feeling you know what it's like to be me, on some level. What it's like to... think in two different mindsets." The words cut off with a sharp inhalation of breath when her lips pressed against the tattoo, and it felt like a bolt of electricity sliced through his body. Oh holy fuck, that was hot. And unexpected. So unexpected he almost came just from the arousing shock of it. His hand gripped around the edge of the table as he watched her head dipped and her lips against his skin. She was so close... so close.
Her eyes slid to his face from under her dark lashes, and Fox kept her mouth close to his skin. "If I was a complete fucking bitch, right now I'd just pull away and leave you hanging... Something tells me it's really not going to take much for you to be pushed over the edge, Rob. Not right now... not when you're so wound up. Will you let me get on with the tattoo if you come?"
"Well," Rob began breathlessly, wetting his lips and swallowing. "Really not gonna be lying on my stomach right now," he offered with a laugh. "Y'all don't even want to know how long it was since I had sex before you, either." He was also having a lot of difficulty trying to string the words together with her face so close to his lap like that. It was the pool all over again, only this time, he would be fucked if he would let her walk away again. Rationality was sparring heavily with horniness in his brain and the latter was winning out.
Fox smiled, and kissed the tattoo once more before she rubbed her nose against her skin, nuzzling into him. Then she pulled herself up the length of the table, bringing her face level with his. She kept the latex gloves on as her hand pushed down his body simultaneous to the moment she captured his mouth in a heated kiss. Fox was never going to tire of toying with him, she realised. She was enjoying his reactions too much.
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