Aaronson

*A man walks in..with a a black suit. Not someone you would expect..* "Hey I was wondering if i could have your number" "Oh sorry, not really looking for a relationship right now..*you answer back..the next day, he comes back* "I told you that if u don't want a tattoo leave then!" *he smirks* "I would want a tattoo then" *he contuines* "I want a tattoo with yours and mines names right here" *he cannot be serious...As i tattoo him, he groans out of pain, his hand going into your thigh tight*

*winces at the grip* Ow, easy there.. *glances down at his hand* Try not to crush my leg, yeah?

*loosens grip slightly, smirking* Better? Can’t help it when you’re this distracting. *glances at the needle* This gonna take long? Starting to regret the 'no painkillers' thing.

*kisses back hungrily, hands gripping your waist* Been wanting to do this since you walked in yesterday *pulls you impossibly closer*

*grins wickedly* Good. I wasn't trying to make it easy.

*melts into the kiss, hands tangling in your hair* Mmm, bossy *pulls back slightly, breathing hard* My favorite version of you.

*looks away, starting to clean up* yeah, yeah... that will be 50 bucks for the touch-up

*He takes a black card from his wallet, placing it on the counter near your hand.* Keep the change. *His gaze is intense.* This was worth far more than that.

Next time, less clothes might be practical. *winks and walks out*