Beatrice Rodríguez (busybea_) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-09-30 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [10] october, beatrice rodríguez, sasha whittaker |
Who: Bea Rodríguez and Sasha Whittaker
Where: Rendition Tattoo
What: A surprise for the soon-to-be birthday boy
When: October 1, 2019 -- afternoon
Every birthday these days was a big deal, even when it wasn’t markers like 18 or 21. Just making it another year when there were zombies trying to kill you -- something they were all too aware of recently with the attacks at the school and hospital and all the other places around the city -- surviving was something to be celebrated. After working a bit that morning at the hospital and going to class that afternoon, she was finally free to head over to the tattoo shop and surprise Sasha. He was spending tomorrow with his family and she would rather her present be delivered early rather than late. “Knock, knock,” she said, announcing her presence as she stepped into the shop. “Are you here, Sasha?” Life had hardly been normal since that very first zombie bite, the one that had sent Marina straight into quarantine. But it just seemed like things were piling up as days later Max joined her and the last thing Sasha could think about was his own birthday. A day that had in the last three years been plagued by the loss of someone more than it hadn’t. Would this one join those ranks? Of course people were trying to make up for it. Pikachu and Mia had been by the house with gifts earlier that day and he was extremely appreciative for their thoughtfulness. And his dad had already let him know they would spend tomorrow together. Still, Sasha would freely admit that the moment lockdown was lifted he was glad to be back in the tattoo shop, it gave him a distraction. Gave him something to focus on that wasn’t his endless fear or worry over losing a man who was in everything but blood a brother to him, and a woman who over the span of seven months had really begun to fill the role of mom in his life. The shop was quiet that afternoon though, Noa having left to take Marina some school work (Sasha couldn’t bear to do it.) and customers were still sparse. So when a familiar voice broke the silence in the shop, Sasha found a smile appearing -- despite the worries that weighed him down. “Back here,” Sasha called out from his station as he leaned back in his chair to peer out of the work area. “You’re a happy surprise,” he added as he set aside the pieces of equipment he had been cleaning. “Are you my next client or just here to visit?” Sasha teased, though he did wonder what had brought Bea to the shop that day -- well, what besides him had brought her here. “Just to visit, but we can totally revisit the client thing at some point. I wasn’t sure if I’d get to catch you at school tomorrow and I know you’re spending the rest of the day with your dad, so happy early birthday!” She said, walking over to him as she spoke until she was right in front of him. At that point, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Sasha smirked as he peered down at her, his arms already around Bea to return the hug. “You know I’ll hold you to revisiting that, right?” Clients were becoming more common, but Sasha still greatly enjoyed tattooing friends and family the most. “And honestly my birthday hasn’t really been a priority, but thanks for remembering.” He was touched that Bea would make a trip all the way out to the shop just to wish him a happy birthday. “I brought you a present, and if you’re not busy, I thought we could hang out for a while. Do you have any appointments booked or are you just here in case someone decides to show up?” She asked, pulling back from the hug and smiling at him. These past several days had been rough, but she wasn’t going to let that ruin something as special as a birthday. And especially not for someone as special as Sasha. If Sasha had been pleased and surprised by the visit, he was even moreso when Bea announced she had a present for him. “I’ve got nothing but free time now, actually. I just finished up my only tattoo for the day, so pretty much I’m just baby-sitting the shop until Noa gets back later,” he paused. “You know you didn’t have to get me anything, right? Just you coming to visit is really enough.” Sasha grinned as he said this, his words completely genuine. “But since you did get me something, it would be rude of me to not take it.” Bea grinned at him. She’d already expected his oh-so-modest act of not needing a present but it was his birthday, dammit. He deserved a present! Granted, the one she had for him wasn’t that big or fancy, but she hoped he liked it all the same. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a box of colored pencils and held them out with an even wider grin. “So, just a disclaimer, but I used them a couple times when I was still at Fox Grove. But I was going through some boxes I never unpacked and found them in there and thought they’d be perfect for you to have. I mean, that pencil sketch you did of me was amazing and now your stuff can be colorful too.” The gift might not have been all that big or fancy in Bea’s mind, but to Sasha it meant a lot. First that she had even thought to give him something and then the fact that it was art supplies touched him that much more. “You just broke them in for me,” Sasha exclaimed with a smirk as he took the box Bea held out to him. “They’re awesome by the way, thank you!” He added as he pulled her back into a quick hug and, on a whim, a kiss. “I’m sure you hear this all the time, but you’re kind of amazing,” Sasha remarked as he pulled back and looked down at her. Maybe it was a sappy as hell statement to make, but he meant every word of it. Bea had taken time out of her day, traveled all the way out to the Greenbelt and brought him a gift to boot. In Sasha’s book that made her pretty damn amazing. “And I’m sappy as hell, sorry. Let’s just blame it on the fact I haven’t had a whole hell of a lot to celebrate lately.” “I don’t care if it’s sappy and you can tell me how amazing I am all you want,” she smiled. “And I know things have been shitty lately but right now I’m just glad that I could come see you and that you like your present,” Bea said, then grabbed the colored pencils back out of his hands and placed them on the counter nearby. With both their hands free, Bea moved back into Sasha’s space and slipped her arms around his waist, lessening the gap between them. “I also can’t help but notice that we are alone. For like, the first time in forever. When is Noa supposed to be back?” Sasha gladly and eagerly welcomed Bea back into his space, his arms going around her, one hand resting at the small of her back -- dangerously close to traveling lower. “God, I like everything about this visit. You, the pencils, the fact that we are very, very alone,” he smirked, voice dropping lower as he used the hand at Bea’s back to pull her in closer. With a gleam in his dark eyes, Sasha addressed her question about Noa. “Noa went to take homework to Marina,” Sasha paused. “We have an hour at least, but probably more before she returns.” And he had a couple of ideas on how he would like to spend that time. After all you had to take opportunities when they presented themselves, right? Bea’s hand moved down from Sasha’s waist to his butt, hands slipping into the back pocket of his jeans. “So what I’m taking from all this is you better start kissing me because an hour alone is more than we’ve ever had and who knows when we’ll get this kind of chance again.” Instead of a reply, Sasha leaned in and did as Bea said, claiming her mouth in a heated kiss.They had kissed before, more than once, but this time held a note of something else -- the possibility of more. A spark of excitement shivered down his spine as he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, a silent request to deepen the kiss. One hand still pressed at her back while the other moved to tangle into Bea’s mass of dark curls. With the hand still at the small of her back, Sasha kept Bea flush against him as he shuffled them through the store to the front door, where there he had to release his hold on her for only a moment to blindly feel around for the deadbolt to lock the front door. “Can’t have any walk-ins,” Sasha murmured against Bea’s mouth once the door was locked and his hand was firmly back on Bea, though lower than it had been before. Bea laughed against Sasha’s mouth, impressed with his ability to remember important details like locking doors so they wouldn’t get walked in on. Her arms went around his waist and she pulled him closer, refocusing her kiss. Ever since the whole zombie thing that happened at the school, she’d felt closer to him and was glad that their friendship was growing, but after 8 months, it was kind of insane that they’d never hooked up. She’d wanted to since the first time she’d met him but it seemed like they had the worst luck ever. Thankfully that luck was changing today. Pulling back from the kiss, she smiled at him and slipped her hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “I assume it would be a big no no to fuck me in one of the tattoo chairs, right?” She asked with an amused laugh. Before Sasha answered he ducked his head and kissed Bea again, because he could and because he was definitely caught up in the fact that this, this was definitely happening. They had become friends over the last eight months and were closer than they had been, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that since the very first time they met, that night his dad had walked in on them, Sasha had wanted to hook up with her. Breathless and grinning he pulled back, peering down at her with mischief in his dark eyes. “Well, I mean, there’s not actually a rule against it,” he answered with a wicked grin. Nevermind the fact that there wasn’t a rule because Noa probably thought she hadn’t needed to make one. “Is that what you want?” Sasha continued as he studied Bea, looking for any hint that might clue him into what she really wanted. There was a couch in the back, but if she wanted the tattoo chair, well damn, he’d fuck her in the tattoo chair. Laughing, Bea said, “Because your boss didn’t expect me to show up here with the intentions of seducing you. As down as I am for doing it right here on the tattoo chair, I think we should be sorta good since we’re already being bad. So let’s go to the back room.” Sasha’s laughter joined Bea’s. “Did you really come here with the intention to seduce me?” Of course it went without saying he was not at all bothered if she had. “And yeah, I thinking the couch in the back room is probably better,” he paused. “And more comfortable. Those chairs aren't exactly designed for two people.” Said with a quirk of his mouth that was almost a smirk. She pulled out of the hug and grabbed just Sasha’s hand before beginning to lead him that way. Looking back with a smirk, she said, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Sometimes I think about finding you at school and hiding in an empty classroom or lock us in a bathroom. But I think this is better.” He gladly let Bea lead him back towards the back room and the couch that resided there, a full blown grin appeared at her admission. “God, me too,” Sasha stopped their forward progress, pulling Bea back towards him to steal a kiss before he added. “And please do. I mean this is better, but that wouldn't suck either.” He had admittedly thought about hooking up at school more than once, mostly when he was daydreaming in class -- which was counterproductive to learning. “Or I've thought about visiting you at the hospital, but there’s a hell of a lot of risk in hooking up there.” Sasha had let Bea go back to pulling them forward, and as he finished his statement he reached around her to open the door to the back room. “Ladies first.” As much as Bea wanted this, she stopped to look at Sasha, a slight look of concern on her face. “I don’t want you to get in trouble. I mean, you work here and if Noa came back would she be super pissed? Timing really sucks for us, but I don’t want you to get fired.” While Sasha truly stopped to think about the question Bea had asked, he couldn’t keep himself from pulling her in close and wrapping his arms around her. Now that he could (without fear of being barged in on) Sasha found he really just couldn’t get enough of being close to her. “Nah, Noa’s pretty chill,” he paused. “Worst she might do is tell me not to do it again or something,” Sasha laughed. “Which I’m willing to risk, because God, I’ve wanted this forever.” Or more like since the moment they met. But he didn’t think Bea would be too critical of his choice of words right now. Bea couldn’t help but laugh and and move up to her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek because sometimes Sasha was just so unbearably cute and endearing. “Well I’d hate to make you wait any longer then,” Bea said, pulling out of his grasp and crossing the room to perch herself on the edge of the couch, her legs extended out and her hands resting behind, purposefully pushing her chest out. It was a ‘I’m so sexy’ pose that she’d mastered over the last few years. Looking up at him and smiling sweetly, she added, “So I’m ready when you are.” Nudging the door closed with one foot, Sasha wasted very little time in crossing the room over to Bea. He paused for only a moment to admire her, because it really would have been a crime not to, before he leaned down and hooked an arm around her waist, lifting her up off the couch so that he could sit and settle her in his lap, her legs automatically moving to straddle his waist. “Glad we’re not postponing this any longer,” he murmured in her ear as his hands found the hem of her shirt and eased it up and off to reveal her bra. The teenage guy part of him wanted to rush this along and get to the main event. He was going to show a little restraint though, if only because Bea really wasn’t just some chick he was trying to hook up with before his boss came back. She meant more to him than that. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” Sasha exclaimed as his hands settled on her hips again and he leaned forward to trail kisses along her neck, over her collarbone and to the swell of her breasts. “I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Bea said, her voice already shaky with arousal as she unconsciously pressed her down against him, seeking friction. Hands moving up, she ran her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck and kissed him again. Sasha groaned as Bea sought friction between them, he was already acutely aware that his pants had become more uncomfortable with each passing minute -- but there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to dislodge Bea from his lap just yet to rid himself of them. “Fuck, I never thought it would,” he rasped out, one hand firmly on Bea’s hip while the other slide up her side, fingers toying only momentarily with the lace of her bra before he slid his hand underneath it to cup her breast. “You’re so dramatic,” Bea laughed against Sasha’s mouth before pulling herself back to pull her bra off then reached forward and worked on getting Sasha’s shirt off as well. Not knowing exactly when Noa would be back had Bea erring on the side of speeding things up. Cupping his face in her hands, she gave him a quick kiss and grinned. “I know my boobs are out right now and they’re super distracting but I can feel your dick rubbing against my thigh through your pants so we should get you out of those jeans.” Bea was right her boobs were distracting, but so was the way his jeans were beginning to feel very, very uncomfortable -- she wasn’t wrong about his needing to get out of them. Sasha didn’t bother confirming this though, instead he kicked off the beat up boots he was wearing and shifted Bea off his lap so he could stand and quickly rid himself of the confining jeans. Once they were gone he practically sighed in relief, hands already reaching out for Bea again as he settled back onto the couch. “Artists are always dramatic,” he answered instead as he hooked his fingers in the belt loops of her shorts and pulled her back to him. “And passionate,” Sasha added with a smirk, one hand roaming to cup her breast and swipe his thumb over her nipple. “Now, I think maybe you’re a little overdressed, huh?” Sasha remarked with a heated look in his dark eyes. Bea’s eyes closed slightly, finding his touch to be very distracting, but after a few moments managed to pull herself up. Unbuttoning her shorts, she dipped her fingers under the fabric’s waistband and pushed them off. As an afterthought, she did the same with her underwear then gave Sasha a smirk and sat down next to him on the couch, primly crossing her legs and resting her hands on her knee. “This ‘passionate’ thing has me curious so I’m going to need a demonstration,” she said, the unspoken message of the ball being in his court clearly laced through her tone. Sasha watched unabashedly as Bea shed the last bit of her clothing, a heated look of desire in his dark eyes. “Fuck, you really are gorgeous,” he uttered first, aware of the unspoken message she had just given him, but Sasha felt as if it couldn’t be said enough just how fucking stunning Bea was. And he wasn’t just saying it because they were about to fuck, it would have said the exact same thing if they were fully clothed. She was just one of those women that were gorgeous inside and out in his opinion. “You said that already. Message received. Now put your mouth to good use,” she teased, though it was clear that she appreciated the compliment. She was also just eager to finally do this with Sasha. He chuckled when Bea pointed out he was repeating himself, though he didn’t argue that he thought he had cause to. Instead Sasha just smirked as he said. “Well, I can’t let your curiosity go unsatisfied,” One eyebrow quirked as he moved to kneel on the floor in front of her, one hand reaching out to move her legs, uncrossing them. Wordlessly he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then her hip and up her body until he reached her the spot where her neck met her shoulder, with Bea letting out shaky breaths as he teased her. Sasha paused there, sucking gently on the skin, one arm wrapping around Bea’s waist and lifting her up and then laying her down on the cushions, Sasha hovering over her, his gaze sweeping over her again before he flipped them, trading places with Bea and settling her on top of him, his hands on her hips. “How I’m doing so far?” The question was asked with a smirk as his hands began to roam again. “Pretty damn good,” Bea said, grinning at him, her face already flushed with excitement at the simple touches he’d given her so far. Not one to leave things unreciprocated, she used one hand to stabilize herself on his chest but the other reached behind, grabbing at his hard dick that was nudging against her ass. Slowly beginning to move her hand, she continued smiling and said, “I have a condom in my purse. Think I should go get it?” The look that flickered across his features could only be described as smug. Sasha didn’t have years and years of experience under his belt, but it was pretty damn good to know he wasn’t disappointing -- and hell, they had just begun. “Just wait, I’ll get that ‘good’ to change to a great,” he murmured, a low noise followed his statement as his attention focused more on what her hand was doing then the question she had posed. “Fuck, yeah,” Sasha finally answered as he hands began to roam again. “You should get that.” He had one in his wallet that was in his jeans, but directing Bea where to find it would take longer than either one of them wanted he was certain. As expected Bea didn’t waste any time retrieving what they needed and returning, and once she had Sasha didn’t fall back into the little touches and teasing gestures from before. No, his hands found her and pull Bea back to him. He was so fucking ready. This had been eight months in the making and if everything leading up to it was any indication, this was going to be fucking amazing. His nineteenth birthday would definitely be one he remembered! |