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raeschaeTitle: A Small Reminder
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raeschae
Wordcount: ~4300
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): girl!Jensen/Adrianne
Prompt(s): for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_fs_exchange's kink meme: Adrianne is a tattoo artist. Jen comes to her for her first tattoo and ends up enjoying it a lot more than she was expecting to...
Summary: Danneel convinces Jen that a tattoo is the perfect way to celebrate her 18th birthday. Jen's not exactly excited about it, until she sits down in Adrianne's chair.
Notes: This was supposed to be a short, little kink meme offering. I thought, "Hey, it's sexy girls doing sexy things in a tattoo parlor - that's right up my alley!" And then I started writing and remembered that I am incapable of doing PWP. So there's plot. Porn, but also plot. My apologies.
Jen is ready to kill Danneel for bringing her to a tattoo parlor for her eighteenth birthday. Sure, she really likes the little cupcake Danneel got on her shoulder during Spring Break last year, but she's never thought about getting one herself. Danneel insisted that this would be the best way to remember her big birthday, and Danneel usually gets what she wants, so Jen agreed with little enthusiasm.
But then Adrianne greets her at the door. She can't be much older than Jen, but she carries herself with a grace that is so much sexier than the girls Jen graduated with a couple of months ago. She's statuesque, with pin curls framing her round face, and a smile that lights her up from the inside. Jen's first thought is that she kind of looks like a 1940's pin-up girl in her little shorts and vest, shoulders etched with brightly-colored flowers. There are vines inked on her thighs, disappearing under the hem of her shorts, and Jen flushes when she finds herself wondering just wear those vines end.
Daneel disappears with one of the other artists as soon as Adrianne pulls a large binder off of a shelf behind the front counter. She says she's going to grab a cigarette outside, but Jen has a feeling she's not coming back. At least, not for a little while. She would care more, if Adrianne didn't smell like citrus when she leans across the counter to flip her binder open.
“So, what are you thinkin'?”
Blushing deeper, Jen swallows her desire to answer that question honestly. “I really have no idea,” she says, lowering her eyes to the book in the hopes that Adrianne won't notice how nervous she is.
“This is your first one, right?” Her hand is warm on Jen's arm, which really isn't helping anything. “So I'm thinking something small. What are you into, Jen?”
Again, Jen's thoughts drift off-topic. “Um,” she clears her throat and runs her fingers through her hair. “I like music. I, uh, I play the guitar.”
Adrianne smiles, thumb still rubbing against Jen's forearm. “So you're good with your hands, huh?” Jen didn't think she could blush any deeper, but there's a good chance her face might actually catch on fire now. “I think we can work with that.” She flips through a few pages in her book and then pulls her hand back and points to a music note wrapped around a pink lily. “Something like that, maybe?”
It's pretty, and better than anything Jen would have come up with on her own. Nodding, she forces herself to look up. “I like that,” she says, inwardly kicking herself for sounding so shy. “It's perfect,” she adds, smiling in a way that hopefully doesn't look insane.
“Awesome. Alright,” clapping her hands together, Adrianne takes the page out of the book and nods toward a station toward the back of the shop. “Let me draw this up and I'll be right with ya. You can go ahead and have a seat.”
Jen does as she's told, fingers twisted in her lap while she waits. She also takes this time to wish she was a little cooler, smoother, like Danneel. She thinks Adrianne might be flirting with her, and she's probably going to blow it because she's being a social moron.
Adrianne comes back with a wide smile and says, “Alright, so where do you want it, Jen?”
Anywhere you'll give it up, flits through Jen's mind, but she bites her lip to keep it from spilling out of her mouth. “Uh,” she chuckles a little and looks up, “I don't know? What do you think?”
Adrianne is not subtle in the way she checks Jen out under the guise of finding the perfect spot. Pulling her stool over, she reaches out and rubs her finger over the soft skin inside Jen's wrist. “I think here could be cool,” she says, grinning when Jen swallows hard and nods. “Or we could do it someplace more covert, if you're not comfortable showing it off so much.”
Showing the tat off is not a problem, but Jen lets her curiosity get the better of her. In an uncharacteristic flash of boldness, she asks, “Where would be more covert?”
“Well,” Adrianne responds, still holding Jen's wrist as she leans forward to rest her other elbow on the side of the chair, “the shoulder is always good, 'cause you can show it if you want to, but it's also easy to hide. Or we could do it on the back of your neck, so your hair would hide it most of the time.” Her eyes flicker down and back up to Jen's face. “Ankles are okay, but they kind of hurt for your first one out of the gate. Personally, I think it'd be really sexy on your hip.”
Dear lord, Jen is going to spontaneously combust. “Yeah?” she stammers, throat going dry from the combination of Adrianne's touch, her breath brushing Jen's arm, and the seductive tone of her voice.
With a nod, Adrianne leans further forward and pushes the hem of Jen's tank top just a little. Tracing a finger over her shorts, just below her waistband, she smiles up at Jen through long lashes. “Some people think it's cliché, but when I pull a girl's pants back and she's got a delicate little piece right here, it's like a sweet surprise waiting just for me.”
She stands and licks her lips before unzipping her shorts just enough to pull one side back. Jen has to remind herself that panting and drooling is not okay in the presence of a stranger, no matter how hot she may be. It takes a lot of concentration, though, not to gasp at the sight of the dainty, little hummingbird etched into the skin just below Adrianne's sheer, purple panties. The urge to reach out and touch it is enough that Jen considers sitting on her hands to fight it.
Instead, she looks up long enough to find Adrianne staring back and feels her cheeks flaming again. “I want that.” Oh, god. She also wants the floor to swallow her alive after that statement, but Adrianne doesn't look offended, so Jen doesn't clarify.
“Perfect.” Sitting back down, she gestures vaguely with her hand for Jen to lay back. “Why don't you get comfortable while I get a few things together. Did you like the colors in the original picture, or did you want something different?”
Jen barely remembers the picture now, but she situates herself on the table, pulling her hair away from her neck to let it fan over the back of the chair and says, “I like the pink.”
She didn't even mean it as an innuendo, but she doesn't so much mind Adrianne taking it as one when she winks over her shoulder and says, “So do I.”
Jen can't help returning the smile that Adrianne is giving her, but she's afraid she's going to look like a total creeper if she doesn't look away. Blinking up at the ceiling, she tries to remember that she's not completely incapable of flirting with a hot girl. This setting may be foreign to her, and Adrianne may rank among the hottest, but Jen can do this. She can relax.
She's almost calmed herself down completely when Adrianne turns back around, latex gloves on her hands. “I need you to pull your shorts down as far as you're comfortable.”
With a nod, Jen catches her bottom lip between her teeth and opens the button on her shorts. She feels exposed, but wiggles her hips until she feels the heavy denim of her shorts slide over the swell of her ass. Adrianne's a professional, right? She sees random body parts every day. This is not a big deal.
It kind of surprises Jen to hear Adrianne whisper, “Fuck, that's hot,” under her breath. It boosts her confidence a little bit, too, as she tugs on the band of the panties. “Just, yeah,” Adrianne nods, face flushing for the first time since Jen walked in. “Pull 'em down just a little.” Her eyes are glued to the place where Jen is inching the cotton down her hip. “There ya go. Perfect.”
It's a little hard to breathe, but Jen does her best to lie still while Adrianne preps the area and places the image. “Is it gonna hurt?” she has to ask when she hears the first whir of the machine in Adrianna's hands. She feels like a stupid little kid for asking, but she doesn't do so well with pain sometimes.
Adrianne runs a gentle hand over her hip and waits until Jen meets her eye to speak. “Maybe a little, at first. Just relax for me, okay? Try not to move and we'll get through it together, alright?”
She manages to be soothing without being condescending and Jen appreciates it. Laying back, she lets her eyes drift closed and waits for the first prick of the needle against her skin.
It's definitely not the most comfortable thing she's has ever felt, but Adrianne asks her questions about her family and her friends, about where she's planning to go to college and what she's going to study. They talk about places they've both been, and people they both know. It doesn't exactly make the pain go away, but it's definitely easier to pay attention to the smooth quality of Adrianne's voice than think about the ink on her hip.
In all, it takes about twenty minutes for Adrianne to set the machine back on the table and declare herself finished. “Sit up and tell me what you think.”
Jen takes the hand mirror from her and angles it toward her new tattoo, vibrant pink and a little swollen against her skin. “It's awesome,” she says on a giggle. “Seriously, Adrianne, thank you. It looks amazing.”
“Well, I had a beautiful canvas to work with.” She winks again when Jen blushes and this time she knows that they're flirting. “Why don't you lay back down for a second and let me put some gauze over it for ya.”
Doing as she's told, Jen holds her shirt against her stomach and nearly bolts upright again when she feels Adrianne blow cool breath over the sensitive, newly-inked skin before she rubs cool ointment over it. “Tickles,” she whispers. “Feels good, though. Is this the special, birthday treatment?”
Chuckling a little, Adrianne blows against the tat again and then presses a thin piece of guaze over it, gently rubbing Jen's skin. “It's the special, 'I've been watchin' you with Danneel for a long time and thinking about all the things I'd love to do to this body when it's legal' treatment.”
Jen never really believed that it was possible for a girl to swallow her own tongue, but she just might on that revelation. “You've been watching me?” she asks, sitting up a little to stare in disbelief.
Adrianne smiles and runs her hand over the edge of the bandage again, this time letting her fingers trail further along Jen's skin. “Have you seen you? This can't be a surprise.”
It is a surprise. As are the words, “What kind of things were you thinking about,” when they come out of her mouth.
Standing, Adrianne offers a hand and asks, “How do you feel about piercings, Jen?”
Following on legs that feel like they're made of lead, Jen tries to wrap her head around this. She's never even met Adrianne before, so she doesn't know where she's been seeing Jen with Danneel. Sure, they sneak into clubs they're not old enough to be in, and they're always together, but Jen would definitely remember someone like Adrianne being there, too. And while it should probably skeeve her out a little bit, the thought of this woman watching her from afar and fantasizing about her body, it actually has the opposite effect.
She's tingling when Adrianne instructs her to sit in another leather chair. “Can I be honest with you?” Jen nods while Adrianne kicks her shoes off and shakes her hair over her shoulder. “I don't really care if I pierce you or not. It's one of those fantasies I have, but it's more of an excuse to get you out of your shirt, so if you don't want it, that's okay.”
It takes a second for the implication to set in. Adrianne doesn't want to pierce her ears. Of course, on some level, Jen knew that. She just didn't think about where, exactly, she would want to stick a needle. Bristling a little at the idea, Jen considers telling her no. Then she asks herself a question – what would Danneel do? - and reconsiders.
“How about if,” she stammers a little as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, but forges on in the hopes that Adrianne doesn't find this a completely ridiculous exercise, “you come over here and show me how that would go. If you were gonna pierce me, I mean.” She pulls the tank top over her head and drops it to the floor, resisting the urge to cover the nude colored, cotton bra she's wearing.
Adrianne's smile spreads slowly across her lips, her footsteps measured as she crosses to stand beside Jen's chair. “Okay. Well, first of all, I would be wearing gloves,” she baits.
Jen shakes her head. “This is hypothetical,” she smiles, ducking her head to hide the flush of pleasure when Adrianne plays along. “You don't have to do everything by the book.”
“Alright, then,” Adrianne says, swinging one leg over the chair to straddle Jen's thighs in the chair. Jen's never been so glad to throw the rule book out the window in her life. “First, I'd have to get a good look at the area that I'm piercing, to determine if we're going to use a barbell or a ring.” She cups her hands under Jen's breasts, her thumbs ghosting over the fabric covering her nipples. “For you, I'd go with a barbell first.”
Breath hitching, Jen leans back in the chair and rests her hands loose at Adrianne's hips. It occurs to her that she never buttoned her shorts back up after her tattoo, but she doesn't think that's going to be a problem now. “Then what?” she asks, arching into the touch a little bit.
Adrianne's tongue runs along her lower lip, her eyes focused on Jen's chest. “Then I'd have to mark where I'm going to pierce you.” With her left hand, she rolls Jen's nipple between her forefinger and thumb, studying her reaction closely. “Normally, I would do that with a pen, but,” she stops and lowers her head, tongue rolling over Jen's bra until the cotton is wet and the nipple is pebbled against her tongue.
Lifting one hand to tangle it in Adrianne's hair, Jen could give a fuck less what the next part of the procedure is. Her hips are rolling instinctively, and Adrianne's are rolling back to meet her, the seam of Jen's shorts brushing against her clit just enough to make her gasp. Added to the way Adrianne is repeating the 'marking' procedure on her other nipple, Jen's pretty sure this is the best birthday ever.
“You like that, Jen?” Adrianne whispers, leaning forward to lick a stripe from her collarbone to the base of her throat. Her blunt fingernails scrape down Jen's stomach, tugging playfully at the waistband of her panties. “Gettin' nice and wet for me, Sweetheart?”
Jen's never really been a fan of pet names, but the way Adrianne says it may change her mind. “Fuck,” she moans, stretching as much as she can in the chair to press her body against Adrianne's. “Please.” She's not even sure what she's begging for, but she needs something right now.
Adrianne leans back a little and slowly pops the buttons on her vest, pierced nipples popping free without a bra to cover them. She drops the vest onto the floor and then shoves the cups of Jen's bra down. Grabbing the back of Jen's neck, she pulls her into a messy kiss while pressing their naked chests together and grinding her hips down against Jen's.
It's too much all at once and Jen almost comes from the rush of it all. Tearing her face away, she gasps a ragged breath and and runs her hands up Adrianne's back, to her neck and then back down to squeeze her ass with both hands.
“God, yeah,” Adrianne grunts, grinding harder against Jen's thigh, the friction almost there, but not near enough. “Fuck, you drive me crazy. Watched you dance for months. Seein' you writhe all over those other girls. Makes me so wet, Jen. Jesus, fuck, the things I wanna do to you,” she stops herself and smashes her mouth to Jen's again, tongue plunging inside while her hand slides lower under Jen's panties.
Jen tries to spread her thighs, but it's impossible with Adrianne bouncing in her lap. Giving her ass a little smack, Jen smiles when Adrianne's eyes close and her head falls back. “Gotta let me move,” she says with a smile. She meant for Adrianne to rise up a little, not climb off her lap completely and drop to her knees on the floor. “What're you,” she starts to ask, but shuts herself up this is not her first time and she doesn't want Adrianne to think that it is.
Sliding her hands up Jen's smooth thighs, she pulls at the legs of her shorts. “Take 'em off,” she orders, and Jen doesn't even think about arguing. She shimmies out of her shorts and starts to pull her panties down when Adrianne surges forward and shakes her head “Leave those.” Her eyes are fixated on the bandage covering Jen's new tattoo, visible through the soft lace. “When that thing heals, I swear I'm gonna lick and suck and bite on it for hours, Jen.”
She doesn't even know what part of that sentence to obsess over first – the fact that Adrianne already thinks they're going to do this again when her tattoo heals, or the idea of her playing with it until Jen begs for more – so she just fists her hand in Adrianne's curls again and rolls her hips forward. “That's weeks away,” she reminds her.
Most of the time, when Jen does this with Danneel or one of the other girls from the softball team, she's the one on her knees with someone telling her what to do. When she looks down to find Adrianne sucking a deep bruise into her thigh, she understands why they like it so much. She's never considered herself much of a control freak, but she could definitely get used to this.
Adrianne runs a finger under the leg of Jen's panties, moaning again when she feels just how wet Jen really is for her. Dropping her head back against the chair, Jen lets her legs fall further open in invitation of whatever Adrianne wants next.
“Fuck, I don't even know where to start,” Adrianne says, tone reverent as she takes in the sight of Jen sprawled across her chair. “Wanna touch you, and fuck you, and,” she stops herself again, eyes twinkling as she pushes her head into Jen's palm on the back of her head. “Gonna eat you out, Jen. Can I? God, I wanna get my mouth on you so fucking bad.” As if to illustrate her point, she bows her head until her nose brushes the crotch of Jen's panties. “Can I, Jenny? Please?”
Tempted to tell her she doesn't have to beg, Jen finds word hard to form. Instead, she lifts her hips again and lets Adrianne slide her panties over her thighs. Adrianne sucks Jen's clit between her lips and Jensen whimpers at the brief contact.
“Oh, fuck,” Jen gasps, dropping her legs open again and making sure to keep her hips still. Her hand is loose on the back of Adrianne's head when she raises her other hand to squeeze at her own nipple. “Yeah, god.”
Adrianne uses one hand to hold her open while her tongue teases the length of Jen's slit and then rolls inside. Jen's hips buck at the sensation, but she stills them quickly. Adrianne pulls back just enough to draw a ragged breath and meet Jen's eye. “Don't hold back,” she manages as her chest rises and falls heavily. “Goddamn, you taste so good.” She sucks quickly at Jen's clit before she looks up again. “Hold my head and ride my fuckin' tongue, Jen.” Jen's fingers tighten in her hair. “Fuck, yeah, like that. Use my mouth.”
If this was some porn Jen was watching, she would have just come from Adrianne's words alone. Releasing her hair to hold both sides of her head, Jen thrusts forward and watches Adrianne's tongue slipping in and out of her. “Jesus, Adrianne. So good, baby.” She doesn't know where the words come from – she's never called anyone baby before – but they spill out before Jen can rein them back in, a constant litany that ranges from coherent to complete nonsense.
When Jen lets go of Adrianne's head and stretches her arms up over the back of the chair, Adrianne pulls back, her mouth and chin wet and shining in the overhead light. Surging onto her feet, she thrusts three fingers into Jen's mouth, eyes darkening as Jen runs her tongue around them and sucks them as far back as she can. “Fuck, that's hot,” Adrianne encourages, smiling when Jen does around her fingers.
She drops back to the floor and doesn't hesitate to slide two of her wet fingers into Jen while sucking on her clit. Adrianne finds her g-spot on every other thrust of her fingers and Jen's pretty sure she's going to die. She growls in a tone that would be embarrassing if she gave a damn what she sounded like right now. “More,” she pleads, though she's not sure what she wants more of at the moment. Everything would be good.
Her thighs start to inch closer together as the tension builds, but Adrianne smacks one of them and Jen forces them open once again. “Come on, Jenny, just like that. God, look at you.” Jen opens her eyes at the command, flushing with embarrassment at the way she's splayed across the chair, like she's on display, until she sees Adrianne licking at the inside of her thigh again. “Fuck, you taste good,” she mumbles against Jen's skin before moving her tongue in delicate circles around her clit.
The combination of Adrianne's eyes and mouth on her, and her fingers fucking into her, is more than Jen can handle, the pressure building until she grips the arms of the chair and arches her back as she comes with a strangled cry.
Collapsing into what feels like a heap of goo, Jen fights to catch her breath as Adrianne slithers back up into the chair and straddles her lap once again, pressing a soft kiss to her neck and resting her head against Jen's shoulder for a second. “We should put our shirts back on. Danneel and Katie should be done with lunch about now.”
“Lunch?” Jen tries to lift her head, but it's easier to just run her fingers through the soft curls that fall against Adrianne's back. “I thought they were grabbin' a cigarette.”
“That's Katie's code for 'Jen is now legal and I'm taking Danneel to lunch so you can make all of your pervy fantasies a reality.'” She rolls herself off of Jen and stands on shaky legs to grab her vest and Jen's clothes from the floor. “How's your tat feelin'?”
Jen looks down to the place where the bandage still covers her new art, the reality of what she's just done crashing over her. “It's not too bad. Course, I can't exactly feel the lower half of my body yet, so it might be worse later.”
Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she slowly lifts her eyes back to Adrianne's face and can't help smiling at the completely debauched bedhead her once-perfect pin curls have morphed into. It's a really good look on her.
“Hey, Adrianne?” Adrianne's buttoning her vest, but her eyes are fixed solely on Jen. “I'm havin' a birthday party Saturday night, if you wanna come.”
For a minute, Adrianne drops her gaze to the floor, but she laughs when she looks back up at the hopeful look on Jen's face. “I'm just cycling through all of the 'come' jokes. Gimme a second.” After a beat, she asks, “Are you asking me as your tat artist, or as your date?”
Jen pulls her tank top over her head and then stands to finish dressing. “Date,” she clarifies, more to the floor than to Adrianne.
Adrianne waits until they're both fully clothed to walk back over and drape her arms around Jen's neck. “I'd love to.” This kiss is softer than the others, sweeter, better.
The bell dings over the front door as Adrianne threads their fingers together and breaks the kiss. Jen can hear Danneel shouting for her out in the shop. It would be annoying, except Jen kind of needs to thank her best friend for coolest birthday ever.
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raeschaeWordcount: ~4300
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): girl!Jensen/Adrianne
Prompt(s): for
spn_fs_exchange's kink meme: Adrianne is a tattoo artist. Jen comes to her for her first tattoo and ends up enjoying it a lot more than she was expecting to... Summary: Danneel convinces Jen that a tattoo is the perfect way to celebrate her 18th birthday. Jen's not exactly excited about it, until she sits down in Adrianne's chair.
Notes: This was supposed to be a short, little kink meme offering. I thought, "Hey, it's sexy girls doing sexy things in a tattoo parlor - that's right up my alley!" And then I started writing and remembered that I am incapable of doing PWP. So there's plot. Porn, but also plot. My apologies.
Jen is ready to kill Danneel for bringing her to a tattoo parlor for her eighteenth birthday. Sure, she really likes the little cupcake Danneel got on her shoulder during Spring Break last year, but she's never thought about getting one herself. Danneel insisted that this would be the best way to remember her big birthday, and Danneel usually gets what she wants, so Jen agreed with little enthusiasm.
But then Adrianne greets her at the door. She can't be much older than Jen, but she carries herself with a grace that is so much sexier than the girls Jen graduated with a couple of months ago. She's statuesque, with pin curls framing her round face, and a smile that lights her up from the inside. Jen's first thought is that she kind of looks like a 1940's pin-up girl in her little shorts and vest, shoulders etched with brightly-colored flowers. There are vines inked on her thighs, disappearing under the hem of her shorts, and Jen flushes when she finds herself wondering just wear those vines end.
Daneel disappears with one of the other artists as soon as Adrianne pulls a large binder off of a shelf behind the front counter. She says she's going to grab a cigarette outside, but Jen has a feeling she's not coming back. At least, not for a little while. She would care more, if Adrianne didn't smell like citrus when she leans across the counter to flip her binder open.
“So, what are you thinkin'?”
Blushing deeper, Jen swallows her desire to answer that question honestly. “I really have no idea,” she says, lowering her eyes to the book in the hopes that Adrianne won't notice how nervous she is.
“This is your first one, right?” Her hand is warm on Jen's arm, which really isn't helping anything. “So I'm thinking something small. What are you into, Jen?”
Again, Jen's thoughts drift off-topic. “Um,” she clears her throat and runs her fingers through her hair. “I like music. I, uh, I play the guitar.”
Adrianne smiles, thumb still rubbing against Jen's forearm. “So you're good with your hands, huh?” Jen didn't think she could blush any deeper, but there's a good chance her face might actually catch on fire now. “I think we can work with that.” She flips through a few pages in her book and then pulls her hand back and points to a music note wrapped around a pink lily. “Something like that, maybe?”
It's pretty, and better than anything Jen would have come up with on her own. Nodding, she forces herself to look up. “I like that,” she says, inwardly kicking herself for sounding so shy. “It's perfect,” she adds, smiling in a way that hopefully doesn't look insane.
“Awesome. Alright,” clapping her hands together, Adrianne takes the page out of the book and nods toward a station toward the back of the shop. “Let me draw this up and I'll be right with ya. You can go ahead and have a seat.”
Jen does as she's told, fingers twisted in her lap while she waits. She also takes this time to wish she was a little cooler, smoother, like Danneel. She thinks Adrianne might be flirting with her, and she's probably going to blow it because she's being a social moron.
Adrianne comes back with a wide smile and says, “Alright, so where do you want it, Jen?”
Anywhere you'll give it up, flits through Jen's mind, but she bites her lip to keep it from spilling out of her mouth. “Uh,” she chuckles a little and looks up, “I don't know? What do you think?”
Adrianne is not subtle in the way she checks Jen out under the guise of finding the perfect spot. Pulling her stool over, she reaches out and rubs her finger over the soft skin inside Jen's wrist. “I think here could be cool,” she says, grinning when Jen swallows hard and nods. “Or we could do it someplace more covert, if you're not comfortable showing it off so much.”
Showing the tat off is not a problem, but Jen lets her curiosity get the better of her. In an uncharacteristic flash of boldness, she asks, “Where would be more covert?”
“Well,” Adrianne responds, still holding Jen's wrist as she leans forward to rest her other elbow on the side of the chair, “the shoulder is always good, 'cause you can show it if you want to, but it's also easy to hide. Or we could do it on the back of your neck, so your hair would hide it most of the time.” Her eyes flicker down and back up to Jen's face. “Ankles are okay, but they kind of hurt for your first one out of the gate. Personally, I think it'd be really sexy on your hip.”
Dear lord, Jen is going to spontaneously combust. “Yeah?” she stammers, throat going dry from the combination of Adrianne's touch, her breath brushing Jen's arm, and the seductive tone of her voice.
With a nod, Adrianne leans further forward and pushes the hem of Jen's tank top just a little. Tracing a finger over her shorts, just below her waistband, she smiles up at Jen through long lashes. “Some people think it's cliché, but when I pull a girl's pants back and she's got a delicate little piece right here, it's like a sweet surprise waiting just for me.”
She stands and licks her lips before unzipping her shorts just enough to pull one side back. Jen has to remind herself that panting and drooling is not okay in the presence of a stranger, no matter how hot she may be. It takes a lot of concentration, though, not to gasp at the sight of the dainty, little hummingbird etched into the skin just below Adrianne's sheer, purple panties. The urge to reach out and touch it is enough that Jen considers sitting on her hands to fight it.
Instead, she looks up long enough to find Adrianne staring back and feels her cheeks flaming again. “I want that.” Oh, god. She also wants the floor to swallow her alive after that statement, but Adrianne doesn't look offended, so Jen doesn't clarify.
“Perfect.” Sitting back down, she gestures vaguely with her hand for Jen to lay back. “Why don't you get comfortable while I get a few things together. Did you like the colors in the original picture, or did you want something different?”
Jen barely remembers the picture now, but she situates herself on the table, pulling her hair away from her neck to let it fan over the back of the chair and says, “I like the pink.”
She didn't even mean it as an innuendo, but she doesn't so much mind Adrianne taking it as one when she winks over her shoulder and says, “So do I.”
Jen can't help returning the smile that Adrianne is giving her, but she's afraid she's going to look like a total creeper if she doesn't look away. Blinking up at the ceiling, she tries to remember that she's not completely incapable of flirting with a hot girl. This setting may be foreign to her, and Adrianne may rank among the hottest, but Jen can do this. She can relax.
She's almost calmed herself down completely when Adrianne turns back around, latex gloves on her hands. “I need you to pull your shorts down as far as you're comfortable.”
With a nod, Jen catches her bottom lip between her teeth and opens the button on her shorts. She feels exposed, but wiggles her hips until she feels the heavy denim of her shorts slide over the swell of her ass. Adrianne's a professional, right? She sees random body parts every day. This is not a big deal.
It kind of surprises Jen to hear Adrianne whisper, “Fuck, that's hot,” under her breath. It boosts her confidence a little bit, too, as she tugs on the band of the panties. “Just, yeah,” Adrianne nods, face flushing for the first time since Jen walked in. “Pull 'em down just a little.” Her eyes are glued to the place where Jen is inching the cotton down her hip. “There ya go. Perfect.”
It's a little hard to breathe, but Jen does her best to lie still while Adrianne preps the area and places the image. “Is it gonna hurt?” she has to ask when she hears the first whir of the machine in Adrianna's hands. She feels like a stupid little kid for asking, but she doesn't do so well with pain sometimes.
Adrianne runs a gentle hand over her hip and waits until Jen meets her eye to speak. “Maybe a little, at first. Just relax for me, okay? Try not to move and we'll get through it together, alright?”
She manages to be soothing without being condescending and Jen appreciates it. Laying back, she lets her eyes drift closed and waits for the first prick of the needle against her skin.
It's definitely not the most comfortable thing she's has ever felt, but Adrianne asks her questions about her family and her friends, about where she's planning to go to college and what she's going to study. They talk about places they've both been, and people they both know. It doesn't exactly make the pain go away, but it's definitely easier to pay attention to the smooth quality of Adrianne's voice than think about the ink on her hip.
In all, it takes about twenty minutes for Adrianne to set the machine back on the table and declare herself finished. “Sit up and tell me what you think.”
Jen takes the hand mirror from her and angles it toward her new tattoo, vibrant pink and a little swollen against her skin. “It's awesome,” she says on a giggle. “Seriously, Adrianne, thank you. It looks amazing.”
“Well, I had a beautiful canvas to work with.” She winks again when Jen blushes and this time she knows that they're flirting. “Why don't you lay back down for a second and let me put some gauze over it for ya.”
Doing as she's told, Jen holds her shirt against her stomach and nearly bolts upright again when she feels Adrianne blow cool breath over the sensitive, newly-inked skin before she rubs cool ointment over it. “Tickles,” she whispers. “Feels good, though. Is this the special, birthday treatment?”
Chuckling a little, Adrianne blows against the tat again and then presses a thin piece of guaze over it, gently rubbing Jen's skin. “It's the special, 'I've been watchin' you with Danneel for a long time and thinking about all the things I'd love to do to this body when it's legal' treatment.”
Jen never really believed that it was possible for a girl to swallow her own tongue, but she just might on that revelation. “You've been watching me?” she asks, sitting up a little to stare in disbelief.
Adrianne smiles and runs her hand over the edge of the bandage again, this time letting her fingers trail further along Jen's skin. “Have you seen you? This can't be a surprise.”
It is a surprise. As are the words, “What kind of things were you thinking about,” when they come out of her mouth.
Standing, Adrianne offers a hand and asks, “How do you feel about piercings, Jen?”
Following on legs that feel like they're made of lead, Jen tries to wrap her head around this. She's never even met Adrianne before, so she doesn't know where she's been seeing Jen with Danneel. Sure, they sneak into clubs they're not old enough to be in, and they're always together, but Jen would definitely remember someone like Adrianne being there, too. And while it should probably skeeve her out a little bit, the thought of this woman watching her from afar and fantasizing about her body, it actually has the opposite effect.
She's tingling when Adrianne instructs her to sit in another leather chair. “Can I be honest with you?” Jen nods while Adrianne kicks her shoes off and shakes her hair over her shoulder. “I don't really care if I pierce you or not. It's one of those fantasies I have, but it's more of an excuse to get you out of your shirt, so if you don't want it, that's okay.”
It takes a second for the implication to set in. Adrianne doesn't want to pierce her ears. Of course, on some level, Jen knew that. She just didn't think about where, exactly, she would want to stick a needle. Bristling a little at the idea, Jen considers telling her no. Then she asks herself a question – what would Danneel do? - and reconsiders.
“How about if,” she stammers a little as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, but forges on in the hopes that Adrianne doesn't find this a completely ridiculous exercise, “you come over here and show me how that would go. If you were gonna pierce me, I mean.” She pulls the tank top over her head and drops it to the floor, resisting the urge to cover the nude colored, cotton bra she's wearing.
Adrianne's smile spreads slowly across her lips, her footsteps measured as she crosses to stand beside Jen's chair. “Okay. Well, first of all, I would be wearing gloves,” she baits.
Jen shakes her head. “This is hypothetical,” she smiles, ducking her head to hide the flush of pleasure when Adrianne plays along. “You don't have to do everything by the book.”
“Alright, then,” Adrianne says, swinging one leg over the chair to straddle Jen's thighs in the chair. Jen's never been so glad to throw the rule book out the window in her life. “First, I'd have to get a good look at the area that I'm piercing, to determine if we're going to use a barbell or a ring.” She cups her hands under Jen's breasts, her thumbs ghosting over the fabric covering her nipples. “For you, I'd go with a barbell first.”
Breath hitching, Jen leans back in the chair and rests her hands loose at Adrianne's hips. It occurs to her that she never buttoned her shorts back up after her tattoo, but she doesn't think that's going to be a problem now. “Then what?” she asks, arching into the touch a little bit.
Adrianne's tongue runs along her lower lip, her eyes focused on Jen's chest. “Then I'd have to mark where I'm going to pierce you.” With her left hand, she rolls Jen's nipple between her forefinger and thumb, studying her reaction closely. “Normally, I would do that with a pen, but,” she stops and lowers her head, tongue rolling over Jen's bra until the cotton is wet and the nipple is pebbled against her tongue.
Lifting one hand to tangle it in Adrianne's hair, Jen could give a fuck less what the next part of the procedure is. Her hips are rolling instinctively, and Adrianne's are rolling back to meet her, the seam of Jen's shorts brushing against her clit just enough to make her gasp. Added to the way Adrianne is repeating the 'marking' procedure on her other nipple, Jen's pretty sure this is the best birthday ever.
“You like that, Jen?” Adrianne whispers, leaning forward to lick a stripe from her collarbone to the base of her throat. Her blunt fingernails scrape down Jen's stomach, tugging playfully at the waistband of her panties. “Gettin' nice and wet for me, Sweetheart?”
Jen's never really been a fan of pet names, but the way Adrianne says it may change her mind. “Fuck,” she moans, stretching as much as she can in the chair to press her body against Adrianne's. “Please.” She's not even sure what she's begging for, but she needs something right now.
Adrianne leans back a little and slowly pops the buttons on her vest, pierced nipples popping free without a bra to cover them. She drops the vest onto the floor and then shoves the cups of Jen's bra down. Grabbing the back of Jen's neck, she pulls her into a messy kiss while pressing their naked chests together and grinding her hips down against Jen's.
It's too much all at once and Jen almost comes from the rush of it all. Tearing her face away, she gasps a ragged breath and and runs her hands up Adrianne's back, to her neck and then back down to squeeze her ass with both hands.
“God, yeah,” Adrianne grunts, grinding harder against Jen's thigh, the friction almost there, but not near enough. “Fuck, you drive me crazy. Watched you dance for months. Seein' you writhe all over those other girls. Makes me so wet, Jen. Jesus, fuck, the things I wanna do to you,” she stops herself and smashes her mouth to Jen's again, tongue plunging inside while her hand slides lower under Jen's panties.
Jen tries to spread her thighs, but it's impossible with Adrianne bouncing in her lap. Giving her ass a little smack, Jen smiles when Adrianne's eyes close and her head falls back. “Gotta let me move,” she says with a smile. She meant for Adrianne to rise up a little, not climb off her lap completely and drop to her knees on the floor. “What're you,” she starts to ask, but shuts herself up this is not her first time and she doesn't want Adrianne to think that it is.
Sliding her hands up Jen's smooth thighs, she pulls at the legs of her shorts. “Take 'em off,” she orders, and Jen doesn't even think about arguing. She shimmies out of her shorts and starts to pull her panties down when Adrianne surges forward and shakes her head “Leave those.” Her eyes are fixated on the bandage covering Jen's new tattoo, visible through the soft lace. “When that thing heals, I swear I'm gonna lick and suck and bite on it for hours, Jen.”
She doesn't even know what part of that sentence to obsess over first – the fact that Adrianne already thinks they're going to do this again when her tattoo heals, or the idea of her playing with it until Jen begs for more – so she just fists her hand in Adrianne's curls again and rolls her hips forward. “That's weeks away,” she reminds her.
Most of the time, when Jen does this with Danneel or one of the other girls from the softball team, she's the one on her knees with someone telling her what to do. When she looks down to find Adrianne sucking a deep bruise into her thigh, she understands why they like it so much. She's never considered herself much of a control freak, but she could definitely get used to this.
Adrianne runs a finger under the leg of Jen's panties, moaning again when she feels just how wet Jen really is for her. Dropping her head back against the chair, Jen lets her legs fall further open in invitation of whatever Adrianne wants next.
“Fuck, I don't even know where to start,” Adrianne says, tone reverent as she takes in the sight of Jen sprawled across her chair. “Wanna touch you, and fuck you, and,” she stops herself again, eyes twinkling as she pushes her head into Jen's palm on the back of her head. “Gonna eat you out, Jen. Can I? God, I wanna get my mouth on you so fucking bad.” As if to illustrate her point, she bows her head until her nose brushes the crotch of Jen's panties. “Can I, Jenny? Please?”
Tempted to tell her she doesn't have to beg, Jen finds word hard to form. Instead, she lifts her hips again and lets Adrianne slide her panties over her thighs. Adrianne sucks Jen's clit between her lips and Jensen whimpers at the brief contact.
“Oh, fuck,” Jen gasps, dropping her legs open again and making sure to keep her hips still. Her hand is loose on the back of Adrianne's head when she raises her other hand to squeeze at her own nipple. “Yeah, god.”
Adrianne uses one hand to hold her open while her tongue teases the length of Jen's slit and then rolls inside. Jen's hips buck at the sensation, but she stills them quickly. Adrianne pulls back just enough to draw a ragged breath and meet Jen's eye. “Don't hold back,” she manages as her chest rises and falls heavily. “Goddamn, you taste so good.” She sucks quickly at Jen's clit before she looks up again. “Hold my head and ride my fuckin' tongue, Jen.” Jen's fingers tighten in her hair. “Fuck, yeah, like that. Use my mouth.”
If this was some porn Jen was watching, she would have just come from Adrianne's words alone. Releasing her hair to hold both sides of her head, Jen thrusts forward and watches Adrianne's tongue slipping in and out of her. “Jesus, Adrianne. So good, baby.” She doesn't know where the words come from – she's never called anyone baby before – but they spill out before Jen can rein them back in, a constant litany that ranges from coherent to complete nonsense.
When Jen lets go of Adrianne's head and stretches her arms up over the back of the chair, Adrianne pulls back, her mouth and chin wet and shining in the overhead light. Surging onto her feet, she thrusts three fingers into Jen's mouth, eyes darkening as Jen runs her tongue around them and sucks them as far back as she can. “Fuck, that's hot,” Adrianne encourages, smiling when Jen does around her fingers.
She drops back to the floor and doesn't hesitate to slide two of her wet fingers into Jen while sucking on her clit. Adrianne finds her g-spot on every other thrust of her fingers and Jen's pretty sure she's going to die. She growls in a tone that would be embarrassing if she gave a damn what she sounded like right now. “More,” she pleads, though she's not sure what she wants more of at the moment. Everything would be good.
Her thighs start to inch closer together as the tension builds, but Adrianne smacks one of them and Jen forces them open once again. “Come on, Jenny, just like that. God, look at you.” Jen opens her eyes at the command, flushing with embarrassment at the way she's splayed across the chair, like she's on display, until she sees Adrianne licking at the inside of her thigh again. “Fuck, you taste good,” she mumbles against Jen's skin before moving her tongue in delicate circles around her clit.
The combination of Adrianne's eyes and mouth on her, and her fingers fucking into her, is more than Jen can handle, the pressure building until she grips the arms of the chair and arches her back as she comes with a strangled cry.
Collapsing into what feels like a heap of goo, Jen fights to catch her breath as Adrianne slithers back up into the chair and straddles her lap once again, pressing a soft kiss to her neck and resting her head against Jen's shoulder for a second. “We should put our shirts back on. Danneel and Katie should be done with lunch about now.”
“Lunch?” Jen tries to lift her head, but it's easier to just run her fingers through the soft curls that fall against Adrianne's back. “I thought they were grabbin' a cigarette.”
“That's Katie's code for 'Jen is now legal and I'm taking Danneel to lunch so you can make all of your pervy fantasies a reality.'” She rolls herself off of Jen and stands on shaky legs to grab her vest and Jen's clothes from the floor. “How's your tat feelin'?”
Jen looks down to the place where the bandage still covers her new art, the reality of what she's just done crashing over her. “It's not too bad. Course, I can't exactly feel the lower half of my body yet, so it might be worse later.”
Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she slowly lifts her eyes back to Adrianne's face and can't help smiling at the completely debauched bedhead her once-perfect pin curls have morphed into. It's a really good look on her.
“Hey, Adrianne?” Adrianne's buttoning her vest, but her eyes are fixed solely on Jen. “I'm havin' a birthday party Saturday night, if you wanna come.”
For a minute, Adrianne drops her gaze to the floor, but she laughs when she looks back up at the hopeful look on Jen's face. “I'm just cycling through all of the 'come' jokes. Gimme a second.” After a beat, she asks, “Are you asking me as your tat artist, or as your date?”
Jen pulls her tank top over her head and then stands to finish dressing. “Date,” she clarifies, more to the floor than to Adrianne.
Adrianne waits until they're both fully clothed to walk back over and drape her arms around Jen's neck. “I'd love to.” This kiss is softer than the others, sweeter, better.
The bell dings over the front door as Adrianne threads their fingers together and breaks the kiss. Jen can hear Danneel shouting for her out in the shop. It would be annoying, except Jen kind of needs to thank her best friend for coolest birthday ever.
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Date: 2010-08-11 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-11 06:14 am (UTC)BRB HAVING YOUR LESBIAN LOVE-CHILDREN.
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Date: 2010-08-11 12:52 pm (UTC)Thank you, though, for forcing me out of my comfort zone - this was fun!
Also, you can have my lesbian love-children any day, love!!
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Date: 2010-08-11 11:22 am (UTC)*guh* that was just... beyond hot. Gah and all the... with the...
SO HOT.
i can't use my words right now. I'm a melty puddle of me
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Date: 2010-08-11 04:54 pm (UTC)Still fanning myself.
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Date: 2010-08-11 04:58 pm (UTC)It's awesome that it worked for you! That makes me very :D
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Date: 2010-08-11 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-12 12:50 am (UTC)Wow, I'm not usually into fic where the guys are morphed into girls but you could probably write just about anything and I would love it.
This was sexy and hot and delicious and fuck.. I'm still trembling!!
Well done hon!! Well done indeed.
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Date: 2010-08-12 04:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-13 07:31 am (UTC)You are not helping with my desire to get a tattoo. Especially if Adrianne Palicki was the tattoo artist, HOT DAMN.
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Date: 2010-08-13 10:54 am (UTC)A girl can dream, though. *sigh*
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Date: 2010-10-29 02:07 am (UTC)Wait, that sounds gross.
I'm glad you liked the fic!