Special delivery for rillalicious Title: Inscribed on your Heart Author/Artist: Recipient's LJ name:rillalicious Pairing(s): Lee/Angelina Rating: R Summary Lee takes Angelina to get a new tattoo. Word Count: ~1900 Warnings/Content: Semi-public sex, a bit of a pain kink Disclaimer: I own nothing but the shoes on my feet! Author's/Artist's notes: Well, here's a pairing I've never read or written, so I do hope it turns out alright!!
Lee rolled over to his side of the bed, breathing heavily. "Merlin, Ang."
"Mmm, yeah," Angelina said, snuggling up next to him. "That was good, wasn't it?"
Lee looked over at her and smiled. Flipping over onto his side, he stroked her face, then let his hand rest on her bare waist. "As always, love."
Angelina traced one long, delicate finger across the heart on Lee's bicep.
"You thinking it's time for another one?" Lee asked, gazing down at the Chinese characters that decorated her hip and inner arm.
"You know how I am about tattoos, Lee," she sighed sleepily. "They're so addictive."
"I know," Lee grinned. "And I love how much you get turned on when you're getting one. So hot."
She slapped him playfully on the shoulder, chuckling softly. "You're right, I do. I cannot deny that tattoos turn me on."
"And blokes with tattoos, right?" Lee joked.
"And blokes with tattoos," she agreed, leaning in for a kiss.
"So you'll let me go with you again, right?" he asked, pulling her into his arms and cuddling up behind her.
She smiled, snuggling into his embrace. "I was hoping you would."
He rocked his hips against hers. "Will you let me -"
"Oh, you're not on about that again, are you?" she groaned.
"Why not?" he asked, continuing to cant his hips into hers and slowly swirling one thick thumb around a hardening nipple.
"Mmm, feels good," she said. "I dunno, Lee, it's one thing to get visibly turned on when I get a tattoo, but to actually have sex while it's happening? That's a bit much, you know?"
"Oh, come on, Ang," he whispered. "It'd be fun. An adventure! You know you'd enjoy it ..."
"Yeah, I would," she moaned, enjoying the way he pinched her nipple just a bit harder when he got excited.
"So?" he asked.
She pressed her hips back into his, feeling his erection press firmly against her buttocks. "Well, we'd have to find a tattoo artist we could really trust ..."
"I know just the bloke," he said. With a smile, he rolled her over, enjoying her shriek of pleasure as he proceeded to show her just where he thought her new tattoo should go.
***
"Charlie?" she asked, dumbfounded, almost dropping the cup of sherbet she was holding.
"Yeah, love, why not? He'd be perfect; he's great with the needle, and he's completely asexual, so it's not like he'll be watching us or anything," Lee said with a smirk.
"Oh, stop it! Charlie isn't asexual, he just … really likes dragons," Angelina said dubiously. "I just didn't know he had gone into tattoos."
"Oh yeah, he's had a really successful place here in Diagon Alley for a year now, really close to the Wheezes, so he can pop over and help Georgie out when it's slow," Lee explained, wrapping an arm around Angelina as they walked toward the parlour.
"Why didn't I know that?" Angelina said. "I would gladly have let him do my last one instead of that horrible woman in Scotland."
"Eh, he was just getting started then. I love Charlie, you know that, but tattoos are rather permanent, and I wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing before I started sending him business," he explained, nibbling the last of his ice cream out of its cone.
"Thanks, love," she said. "So … have you spoken to him about today?"
"Of course!" Lee answered. "He's fine with it. He'll ink you up, and then he'll just … slip into the back room for a few minutes and let us get on with it."
"How romantic," she said dryly.
"Oh, you know what I mean," Lee smirked. "He'll slip into the back room and let me make sweet, sweet love to you on the artist's chair."
"Much better," Angelina smiled.
"You ready?" Lee said, opening the door for her.
She shot him a seductive smile and said, "I think the question is, are you?"
Lee chuckled deeply and followed her into the parlour.
***
"Hey, you two," Charlie Weasley said. "Welcome! Can't believe you haven't been here before; what do you think?" He waved his arm around the small room.
"Wow, Charlie, are all these your sketches?" Angelina asked, clearly impressed. The patterns that littered the walls were all incredibly detailed, very intricately done.
"Yep. Started doodling at the reserve, something to do in my spare time," Charlie said proudly. "Then when I left, I thought, well, I could make a go of it somehow."
"Looks like business is booming," Lee said, eyeing a very full calendar.
"Sure is, thankfully, but I cleared out the schedule for today. You two are my only customers for the next hour." Charlie winked at Angelina, who blushed just a bit.
"Thanks, mate!" Lee said, shaking Charlie's hand. "So, are we all set then?"
"I think so," Charlie said. "Ang, you said you wanted a heart like Lee's, yeah? Same place, on your bicep?"
"Yeah, that's right, but just a bit smaller and a little more feminine. No frills and lace, mind you, but a bit softer," she explained.
"So ..." Charlie eyed Lee's tattoo and then bent low over his desk. "Like this, maybe?" He held up a piece of sketch paper on which was a small heart with a very delicate edging.
"Oh, Charlie! That's perfect," Angelina said with a smile. "When can we start?"
"Right this way, m'lady," Charlie said, showing her to a chair.
As she walked over to the chair, Lee pulled Charlie aside for a split second and whispered in his ear. Charlie laughed and nodded, then went and collected his supplies.
Within minutes, Lee was seated to one side of Angelina, Charlie on the other, all of his supplies lined up neatly to his left. He cleaned her arm and sketched the heart onto the designated spot, then prepared the needles.
As he inked her arm, Angelina bit her lip. The tiny pricks of pain were extremely arousing, and within minutes she was flushed, her nipples pressing visibly against the fabric of her shirt. She looked at Lee, who winked, then shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Angelina closed her eyes with a silent, throaty laugh, and concentrated on the delicious wetness between her legs.
"Well, that's it for now," Charlie said, straightening up. "I'm just going to … go wash up, for maybe fifteen minutes, in the back room over there. Why don't you just call me when you're … ready?"
"Go, man," Lee growled.
"I'm going, I'm going," Charlie said with a chuckle. "Randy bugger …"
No sooner had Charlie left the room than Lee had his trousers down around his ankles. Careful not to touch Angelina's fresh tattoo, he quickly opened her shirt, moaning softly as he swirled his tongue around her pebbled nipples.
She whimpered at his touch, thighs growing ridiculously damp. She tugged her skirt up with her free hand, searching blindly for Lee's hip. Seconds later, he slid her to the edge of the chair and guided himself inside her, both of them groaning in pleasure.
"Merlin, Lee, I'm so glad you talked me into this," Angelina moaned.
He chuckled deep in his throat. He pinched the tender flesh of her side, feeling her tense beneath him.
"More," she gasped.
He pinched the skin of her bum, then lowered his mouth to her nipple, biting gently but firmly. She keened in pleasure and came hard, Lee following right behind her.
"Oh, Ang," he panted, resting his head on her shoulder. "You are marvellous, darling."
"Mm, you're not so bad yourself," Angelina murmured, smiling.
With a wave of his wand, he cleaned them both up, straightening the table Angelina had kicked over in the throes of passion. Seconds later, they were both re-dressed.
"Charlie? You can come back now, mate," Lee called.
Cautiously, the top of a ginger head poked through the curtain that separated the parlour from the back room. "You sure?" Charlie called.
"Alright," he said doubtfully. Peering around the corner and finding them clothed, he relaxed. "Okay, then, let me see where we're at here."
Looking at the tattoo, he smiled over at Lee, then said, "It's almost done. Just a few last touches …"
He bent low over Angelina's arm, and a few minutes later, he stood up again. "There. What do you think?"
Angelina looked down, smiling at the beautiful heart on her bicep. Then she looked up at Charlie quizzically.
Charlie winked down at her and said, "Well, come on over, Lee, and tell me what you think!"
Lee walked over to Charlie's side of the chair. He smiled broadly at Charlie, then looked down at Angelina's arm. His face fell. "What … what is that? That's not what I – you bugger!"
Charlie and Angelina burst out laughing. The heart on her bicep was beautiful, but written directly across it in shining, glittering letters was "Charlie."
"I told you to put my name on it, you twisted, twisted man!" Lee huffed.
"You said 'write my name' on it. My name is Charlie," Charlie laughed. "So that's what I wrote!"
"You can change it, right?" Lee asked frantically. "I mean, that's not … permanent, right? Right?!"
Angelina wiped tears from her eyes, her shoulders shaking in mirth. "Lee, Lee, calm down. Look." She nodded at Charlie, who waved his wand over her arm, and a split second later, the tattoo read "Lee."
"Wh-what?" Lee stammered. "But … how did you …"
"Oh, please, don't insult my intelligence," Angelina snorted. "After all these years together, I know you. I knew you'd try to pull something like having your name written on my arm, so I told Charlie in advance that if you took him aside – like you did, don't think I didn't notice – and told him to do something like this, that he should write his own name. Or, well, just put a little Charm over it. You should have seen the look on your face!"
Lee stared down at the tattoo, as though to reassure himself that it really did say "Lee," then closed his eyes, laughing. "You mean both of you – you were in on this all along?"
"Of course, mate," Charlie said. "You don't actually think I'd write my name on your woman, do you?"
"I'd hurt you," Lee said.
"It's not you I'd be worried about," Charlie half-joked. "Angelina's no weakling."
"Damn straight," Angelina said, flexing her arm.
"You're … you're not upset at getting my name on your arm, then, right?" Lee asked anxiously.
Angelina smiled softly and leaned over, hugging him. "I was going to do that anyway," she said. "This just made it better."