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_ravenous_ (_ravenous_) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2009-07-04 18:52:00

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poe, prissy

Week Fourteen- Thursday Morning
Such a comfortable morning after...

Who: Prissy and Poe
What: Morning After glow and a new tattoo
When: 10:00-sh
Where: Prissy's Room at the Palace
Rating: PG-13 for now...

Poe woke slowly, her limbs still heavy from pleasure and sleep and the thin satin sheets beneath her sliding deliciously across her skin. Yes, after an hour and a half of scrubbing blood from wood and fabric, her shower and her night with prissy had really hit the spot. She had needed that intimacy. And she loved that , once Prissy woke up, there would be no awkward silences. Stretching like a well fed cat, Poe rolled towards the warm body next her and propped herself up on one shoulder. Prissy was laying so comfortably, her pink wig slightly askew and her chest rising and falling beneath the satin. Poe grinned down at her. She was toughie- had gone through lot in her life, but she had come out with a great attitude and some tricks that cold blow the top off a girls head.

Wrapping a sheet around her, Poe tip-toed down the hall to her room and grabbed an old t-shirt from her trunk, her sewing kit and the red, green, and black sharpies from her nightstand before returning to Prissy's room. She snggled back into the bed and propped everything up. The sharpies flashed across the old fabric, the tattoo design pouring onto the shirt and framing the words "BEWARE GUARD DOG ON DUTY". She let her mind go blank, the soft sound of Prissy's breathing and the snag of the markers on fabric filling her with a sense of contentment. She would love to be able to actually tattoo someone right now, instead of printing imitations on t-shirts. But the idea had been running through her head since Reina had mentioned it last night. And with her body still humming with pleasure, Poe's cold heart was warm and soft this morning, her creative juices flowing in abundance. This was her center, the balance of what she wanted to be and could be.

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_prissy_
2009-07-05 06:15 am UTC (link)

Prissy thought she had felt the bed move, but the sensation got shuffled to the back of her exhausted mind. Not long after, though, she felt her bed dip to the side as someone crawled in. This time, her conscious brain registered the movement and she rolled over slightly and opened her eyes.

"Hey, beautiful," she said, her voice groggy and rough. Leaning on her hands, she pushed herself up a bit to recline against her headboard and rubbed her eyes. "Whatcha got there?" She re-situated herself once more to rest her chine on Poe's shoulder so she could nip at her neck and tease her ear with her tongue. Prissy was still worn out from their earlier activities, but she could work up some good energy if Poe desired.

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_ravenous_
2009-07-05 06:36 am UTC (link)

Poe kept doodling over the fabric in her lap while Prissy shifted at her side. It was a bit hard to keep her focus, what with all of that lovely skin brushing about next her, then that sexy morning voice breathing over the tender flesh of her ear. A shiver ran down her spine when Prissy's teeth grazed her shoulder and she let her hands stop moving, the marker pausing over a particularly difficult curve in her pattern. She would love to be doodling all over Prissy's bare skin and knew that Prissy had quite a few tattoos already... she wondered what the chances of her wanting another one were. Turning her head to the side, Poe caught Prissy's lower lip between her teeth and lightly bit down before pressing mouth to mouth.

"Buenos Dias, mija. I'm just doodling really... La Reina mentioned the fact that I should come with a warning sign last night... and I thought I'd act on my impulse to make a shirt out of it before we go see Jax and his dogs this afternoon... That ought to put a lovely grimace on his face. And that little bitch Sumi ought to be beautifully insulted by th vulgarity of it, don't you think?" She turned and finished the final curve in her design, then pulled a needle from her sewing kit, intending to shred and sew the shirt into something a bit more... risque than it was now. All the while she wished she could use the needle to mark Prissy with some work of art, as fun as making t-shirts was.

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_prissy_
2009-07-05 07:44 am UTC (link)

"I think..." she began, nuzzling her fuck-buddy, "I like it." Prissy studied the design closer. Scratch that. She really liked it. She knew Poe was a talented tattoo artist; she had seen the evidence before, but something about this particular design captured her. Maybe it was just the intricate swirls she liked.

Though she did not know Poe was in a tattooing mood, it was fortunate that Prissy had been contemplating adding another tattoo to her body. "Hey...Pookie," She cooed as she curled her fingers in Poe's raven locks. "Do you think you could do a tattoo for me? I'd reimburse you." She emphasized her promise with a tug of Poe's hair to expose her delicate neck to her hungry mouth. She knew nothing came free these days, especially in their world; the only reason why anything had happened between the two women earlier was because the need had been mutual. She wanted to make sure her voluptuous vixen knew she would not take her services for granted.

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_ravenous_
2009-07-05 08:11 am UTC (link)

One pitch black brow shot up into her bed-mussed bangs at the endearment Prissy used. It lowered again as she relished the feeling of those fingers in her hair. Her hair was a weak spot, one that Prissy apparently knew how to take advantage of. Not that Poe would make her beg for a new tattoo. She was dying to get a needle into that lovely skin of hers, to mark her with lines and swirls that would never rub off. "For you, mija, I'll do it for free. If only because it'll be a bit more painful than it used to be. I'll have to ink you the old fashioned way." poe ran a fingernail down a long stretch of Prissy's bare skin, from hip to ankle and back again. "more so because I wanna get art up this lovely pale skin of yours."

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_prissy_
2009-07-07 05:05 am UTC (link)

A shiver ran down her body at the mixed sensations of the sound of Poe's Spanish and her nail trailing along Prissy's skin. She inhaled the spiced perfume that was her current lover's natural scent as she continued to toy with her hair. "Mmm. You of all people should know I like pain." She nipped the woman's bared shoulder for effect. Prissy also enjoyed inflicting pain, thought not quite to the extent that Poe did.

"I was thinking about some kind of design for my wrist." She held up her right hand for Poe's inspection. "Maybe the saying 'What goes around comes around' in a curly type of font around it like a bracelet. What do you think?"

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_ravenous_
2009-07-07 05:28 am UTC (link)

Poe hissed out a delicate breath at the nip to her shoulder. Such exquisite torture Prissy could hand out. She raked her nails a little harder along the inside of Prissy's thigh tracing the lined that she left in the opposite direction with the soft pads of her fingertips. She smiled wickedly at her. "Oh I know all to well just what sort of pains you like, lovely mujerita." She turned and picked up the shirt she had just been working on, it's design still damp from the marker she had made it with.

"I happen to be very good at swirls. Old English letters like these would be a bit much for the wrist... but..." She pulled a scrap of torn fabric from the bed beside her, tucked her tongue between her teeth, and drew Prissy a rough draft in black marker. Elegant and rather dreamy looking letters, full of loops, swoops and pulls that could have conjured faeries, had they existed. "Something like this?" She turned the scrap of fabric so Prissy could see it.

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_prissy_
2009-07-26 03:24 am UTC (link)

She watched, enraptured by Poe's fluid movements, as the woman sketched out a design. The way her fingers and hand moved with every loop and curl sent pleasurable little shivers up her neck and to the ends of her hair. Prissy looked over the design when Poe had finished, imagining how it would appear on her skin. It was a beautiful piece of work, and the designer had done it in such a way that all of the words would fit nicely around her wrist.

"I love it," she finally replied. "It's perfect." Her long fingers traced the curly letters, hypnotizing her further.

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_ravenous_
2009-07-29 05:13 pm UTC (link)

Poe gave Prissy a rare and lovely smile. A smile that, for once, did not look wicked and bloodied by her signature red lipstick. The crimson paint always came off at night, leaving her lips soft and cherry colored, a little more suited to her wounded kitten side than her vicious mountain cat side. Only Prissy and Reina ever saw this softer side of her. When she was with a customer, she always made sure to wake up and make herself look cold and sexy again before they first opened their eyes.

Now, her smile was as soft as her mussed hair and faded lipstick. Prissy looked absolutely delicious, her eyes admiring the design that Poe had created. When she traced the design with one long and elegant finger, Poe shivered slightly, remembering what delightful fingers had done to her last night. Lightly lifting Prissy's pale arm, Poe pulled it into her lap and gingerly traced the pattern onto the slender wrist with one black painted fingernail, judging size and distance and exactly how teh words would caress her skin. She then took the black marker into her hand and skillfully curled the black lines and letters onto the ivory of Prissy's arm. They contrasted so beautifully, Poe thought. It suited Prissy, fantastical and solid at the same time, hard and soft, dark and light.

Poe twirled the finishing loop onto the alabaster skin and them lay her wrist on the bedcovers while she searched for a lighter, somewhere in the room. "Alright, make sure that's okay before I start needling it in, mujerita. Is there a lighter somewhere that I could use? We need this to be as sterile as possible... especially with it being so close to the major veins in your wrist..." Poe rummaged around on a dresser, searching for a lighter or even a match. She actually cared about Prissy- she didn't want an infection happening.

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_prissy_
2009-08-15 03:52 am UTC (link)

Prissy rolled over, reaching for her night stand and pulling some of the covers with her. "Actually," she started as she opened the bottom drawer. "I do," she replied and pulled out a packet of matches, along with two home grown and rolled cigarettes. She tossed the matches Poe's direction after lighting up. "Care for a smoke?" Gray tendrils curled out from her plump lips and up around her face as she extended the other cigarette to Poe. "Or is it too unsanitary?" she added with a smirk tugging at the corners of her bare lips.

((sorry that was so short >_< ))

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