Sky rockets in flight who: Patrick and Zoey what: Lunch break when Wednesday afternoon where: Ink Inc warnings: Giggity giggity
Zoey stretched as she looked at the clock and let out a sigh. It was only 1 o'clock in the afternoon and she had no more appointments for the day. Apparently people in DC weren't getting pierced today. She glanced over at her lover's station as he was doing a tattoo on some girl's ass. If the little whore did that high pitched giggle one more time she was going to take that damn tattoo gun and shove the needle end into her throat. She normally wasn't violent. As an earth elemental she was grounded and mellow. But when some girl who already had a tramp stamp and was getting a tattoo on her ass and flirting with her man made Zoey's roots twitch.
She needed a break. She grabbed a joint out of the desk drawer and headed out back. Parking her ass on the bench she had outside for just such purposes she lit up, taking a deep hit. She needed to settle her nerves. It was funny. Patrick had done such tattoos before with girls even more flirty, some downright slutty and it had never bothered her before.
Patrick was tired of staring at the skank's ass. And the giggle was high pitched enough that his still lingering hangover from the previous night was causing his brain to throb like the thumb of one of those old cartoon characters after a run in with a mallet. He was honestly thinking along the same lines of shoving the tattoo gun down her throat, but thankfully the tattoo was almost finished. The things he did for money. He paused to refill the ink right about the time that Zoey was heading out towards the back and he arched a brow at her as she went by. She'd never seemed so annoyed before. At least not the way she seemed at that moment.
He went back to his work and about a minute or two later he'd put that finishing touch on the stupid little heart that the girl wanted. A quick wipe of the stray ink and blood and a bandage and he was ready to send her on her way. He motioned for the receptionist who doubled as a shop manager to check the girl out and get the cash while he headed out for a break, and to check on Zoey. He washed his hands off and grabbed a towel and was drying off as he exited the building and found Zoey out back. "You left in a hurry." he commented.
She looked up as she heard the door open and let a small smile tug her lips. "Hey baby. I just couldn't take the giggling. It was like Japanese school girl level shit." she said as she offered him the joint she had already half smoked. "You finish the job?" If she had to see that little tart again she was going to cave her face in.
"Jealous?" he asked her, a little smirk sliding over his lips as he took the joint from her and plopped down on the bench beside the girl. "Yeah, I finished. I have a hangover. Still. My brain is throbbing and she was just nails on the chalkboard." he explained. "Shop Manager is dealing with the 'this is how you clean your tattoo' shite."
When Patrick sat down Zoey leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm kinda hungover myself. Makes me cranky." she said, nuzzling him. "How about some lunch? Few more joints and some food and you'll be right as rain for your three o'clock appointment." She wouldn't admit she was jealous. It made her feel stupid.
"I still say you're jealous, love." he teased, taking one more hit from the joint and handing it back to her. Patrick slipped his arm around her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You ain't got nothin' to worry about, though. I like my girls a little more like you." he smiled. "Lunch sounds good. My stomach was making all sorts of noise in there, I could definitely go for something to eat right about now."
"I hope you just like me." she said, looking up at him with a perked eyebrow. "Otherwise I'm not making the piggies in a blankets I picked up for you." She took another hit before giving him a kiss on the cheek and getting up. "Come on. I'm hungry too."
That got a smile from him. She was quite obviously jealous. He liked that because it meant she really did have a thing for him, one that would hopefully last. "I do just like you." he told her as he got up and followed her back inside and up the back stairs to the apartment they shared. He caught her around the waist as soon as the door was closed behind them and pulled her body back against his own. "Were you really jealous?" he murmured as he let his lips find her neck. "That's kinda hot, ya know?"
Zoey giggled as he pulled her back against him and resting her hands on his arms, leaning into him. "Yes, I'm jealous." she murmured, tilting her head so he could kiss along her neck. "Can you blame me? I mean, you're super hot, have the sexiest accent known to man, and you're wicked in bed."
"Sexiest accent, huh? Super hot? I'm liking this game." he murmured, using one hand to hold her against him, the other to slide upwards along the front of her body and between her breasts until he reached her neck and could tilt her head back against him a little more. "She didn't have a chance." he assured her as he kissed her once more and let his fingers retrace their movements along her chest only to dip down over her stomach and between her thighs to teasingly cup her cunt, even through her clothes he knew how to torment her. "Not when I've got you."
Patrick was learning her body very well. Of course, considering how much they had sex, it wasn't surprising. A soft moan slipped from her as she began to gently rub herself back against him. "She looked rather used anyway." she murmured. "And I doubt she could rock your cock the way I could. And skinny as she was she definitely couldn't take a pounding fuck like you give."
That got a smirk from Patrick. Zoey was right, he probably would have broken the girl had he been interested at all. "I like it when you're all jealous." he murmured against her neck as he teased her through her clothes. "Lets me know how much you want me." That was obviously not something he could doubt at that moment.
"I think the fact that my panties are soaked shows how much I want you." she murmured, rolling her ass back against the hard on she could feel beneath his jeans. "We have almost two hours till your next appointment..."
"Mhm." he murmured, parting his lips to gently nip at her neck. "Where do you want me to lay you down?" he asked her. "I've been wanting you all damn morning."
She let out a sultry chuckle. "Any where you want, baby." she said, reaching behind her to cup his cock. "I've been wanting you all morning too..." It had been damn hard for her not to jump him in the shop. She had almost screwed up a nipple piercing being too busy watching him.
The closest piece of furniture to them was the sofa so he guided her there and plopped himself down, leaving her standing before him. "Show me how much." he told her. "Get rid of the clothes, baby, you won't be needing them."
Zoey smirked and glanced at the stereo. The vine plant set near it reached out for her and turned it on, the succulent soulful tones of Joss Stone coming from the speakers as she began to strip from him. She decided to give him a full on lap dance, working her body as each piece of clothing fell away.
Patrick didn't even really care about what music was playing being as he was far too enthused with what Zoey was doing. He didn't think that it would have mattered if the President was speaking about an impending war, he'd still have been too involved with the visual deliciousness of what his lover was doing. Each piece of cloth she removed only served to help give his cock more reason to be hard. She was tormenting him in the best of ways and she knew just how much he liked what she was doing.
She finally was nude and settled on his lap, stroking his cheek. "Now I'm all naked, just for you, love." she murmured before leaning in and kissing him roughly, setting the tone for their afternoon delight.
"Mmm." he murmured against her mouth. "Just for me?" he questioned when he pulled his mouth again. "Gonna ride this dick, baby?" he asked her, letting his hands move to the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them and shrugging out of the fabric.
"Oh most definitely." she practically purred. Zoey slid from his lap so she could work on undoing his jeans and freeing his cock from the confines of the denim. Instead of hopping right on she leaned down and took his cock into her mouth, moaning around him as she began to suck eagerly.
Most girls didn't want to suck dick or at least not unless they were sure to get something in return, but Zoey was the sort of girl that just went for it. Patrick surely didn't mind that in the slightest. Especially not when she was so damn good at it to boot. "Fuck." he whispered as his hand moved up to tangle amidst her hair. "Just like that, baby." he breathed, eyes fixed on her face.
Zoey loved sucking his dick because she loved hearing him talk dirty with his accent. Hey, she was American and American girls love an accent. She moaned as she sucked harder, her hips moving instinctively.
His cock twitched appreciatively at her movements, his fingers tightening in her hair. If she wanted him talking, she'd certainly be getting what she ached for. "Feels so fuckin' good." he gasped, his hips arching against her mouth. "You like suckin' that big cock, don't you, Zo?"
She responded with a groan, her fingers digging into his thighs as her hips moved in time with her mouth. She bobbed on his cock, taking him all the way in with every pass, her thighs getting slick with her own wet desire for him.
"That's my girl." he breathed, his voice hoarse with his growing desires. "I want that pussy so bad, baby. Keep it up and I'll be spent from just that gorgeous mouth of yours." he warned. Not that it would matter if he did come from the head, he was sure he'd have plenty of hardness left over to have a go with her dripping core.
She smirked around his dick, knowing full well coming in her mouth only served to turn him on more. She moaned and sucked more urgently, letting him know he was more than welcome to come in her mouth as she looked up at him with a mouthful of his cock.
She gave him permission, silently - well sort of, she did moan after all - so he wasn't about to just not let go. The pressure was building up inside of him so much that he could feel it all starting to settle at the base of his cock and in his balls and one more little suck was all it took to send him over the edge with a low growl. His fingers tightened in her hair and he arched his hips against her mouth. A slur of Irish expletives escaped him, barely even audible in that moment.
Zoey milked him dry, moaning as he came. She made sure she had gotten every last drop before she pulled away from his cock, licking her lips and smirking up at him. She loved it when he swore in Gaelic. "That was a nice appetizer." she said with a wicked smirk.
"You're such an evil little thing." he breathed out, his body shuddering slightly from an aftershock. He caught her chin in one hand and leaned over enough to steal a kiss from her. "Told you that you have nothin' to be jealous of." he murmured against her mouth. "You got me by my dick, baby, I ain't goin' anywhere." he teased, even if the words were true.
Zo smiled as he kissed her, his words, however crude they sounded to most people, was exactly was she needed to here. "Good to know, darlin." she crooned, nipping his lower lip teasingly.
Patrick flashed a smile at her and gently brushed her hair away from her face. "I wouldn't be going anywhere even if you didn't." he added, because that was true too and she needed to know as much. While he liked her being jealous, he didn't like her thinking that he'd want someone over her when it was the farthest thing from the truth. "You're the only girl I want. In bed or otherwise."
Her eyes went a little wide for a moment as the meaning of his words sank into her. "Does that make us like an official couple then with me being jealous and you not wanting anyone else?" she asked, just to completely clarify the situation.
He shrugged one shoulder at her question. "I guess that's up to you." he told her. "Don't the girls always make those decisions?" he teased. Still, he flashed her a smile and let his fingers slide away from her cheek, catching her chin so he could guide her lips to his for a little kiss. "If you're asking me if I want to be with you, then the answer is yes, love." he murmured. "Question of the hour is do you want to be with me?"
Zoey swooned when he called her love. She always sort of had, whenever it would slip from his lips. She smiled against his lips. "Absolutely." she said before kissing him again. Zo hadn't thought after the debacle of her last relationship she would be jumping into anything so soon, but Patrick was different. She felt she had to be with him and only him.
He hadn't really expected such a quick response, especially not an affirmative one, but he wasn't complaining. Patrick had never been the sort of guy that 'dated', if anything he used the term very loosely to describe a slew of one night stands that barely even qualified as 'one night stands' considering as soon as he got a nut he was kicking them to the curb. Zoey had never been anything close to a one night stand.
There was always this unspoken thing between the two of them, perhaps because of his urge to protect her, but he thought that there was more to it than that. A pull that guided him in her direction that he just couldn't shake. He wasn't sure what it was, or maybe he was and was just too afraid to admit it, but either way, it was there. And now there was all the more reason for him to feel those feelings because as far as he was concerned, Zoey was his. Patrick kissed her once more for good measure before helping her up from her kneeling position only to pull her into his lap. "Guess that makes us official, Zo." he murmured. "Would you believe me if I told you that you're technically my very first girlfriend?"
She happily curled up in his lap and felt for the first time in a long time, truly content. "Really? That makes me feel kinda special." she said with a smile, kissing his neck softly. Zoey had never felt so right about something in her life. It was like everything fell perfectly into place and Patrick had been the piece of the puzzle that was missing.
"Really." he told her with a little nod. "Guess I was never the girlfriend having sort of guy." he explained. "Look at you, changing me." he teased. "You should feel special. No other girl ever got me wanting to keep her around the way that you have."
She cupped his face so she could kiss him. "You're making me pretty damn happy right about now." she said with a smirk. "I vote we reschedule the rest of our appointments for today and just spend time celebrating this new thing that is being boyfriend and girlfriend, huh?"
"I've only got two appointments left." he told her. "I think that we could reschedule them for tomorrow since it's a slower day. Or later in the week." It wasn't really that big of a deal. "We can call downstairs and have the shop manager do that because I'm too fuckin' lazy to do it myself." Hey, at least he was honest.
Zoey beamed and gave him a kiss. "You call, I'll work on that food." she said and skipped into the kitchen naked. Actually skipped. She set about making the pigs in a blanket and pulling a joint out of a little covered jar she had. She lit it up as she prepared the meal and turned on the oven. She wanted to really enjoy the food and her now boyfriend Patrick.
He chuckled as she skipped off. Apparently she was happy. He liked her happy. Tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping up, he made that phone call and the shop manager agreed to take care of their appointments by either rescheduling or distributing them amongst the other workers. A few minutes later he made his way into the kitchen where Zoey was cooking. "Can I help?" he asked her, leaning against the counter and smirking a little at her still nude form as she prepared their food. Yeah, he could get used to this whole dating thing.