Human Hieroglyphix - Dex & Leila (6 page)

He sighed.

Not the best customer service skills.

He turned towards the other girl, the one that was standing on the customer side of the table.

And he saw that she wasn't a girl.

She was a woman.

With womanly curves.

Who was blinking her big, brown, beautiful,  no make-up, eyes slowly at him.  From behind some fucking thick rimmed glasses.  Her full, pretty, pink mouth was still stuck in the 'o' position of tonight's program.

"Sorry," he said.  "I'm Dex.  And I'm a dickhead."

"Hello, Dex," she said right on cue, seeming to catch on to his reference to an AA opening and colored prettily as she responded back.

"I can arrange another time if you want," she offered softly in her musical voice.

He silently sighed.  He hadn't had two full days off in, he couldn't remember how long and had really been lookin' forward to it.  But, truth be told, he was almost bored with that much time on his hands which is why he had come back into the shop.

Or, if you prefer, to confirm to one and all that he really
was
a complete and total dickhead who had no life to speak of outside of the shop.

"What were you looking to get, gorgeous?" he asked, trying to make nice.

"Uhm, this," she said pulling a page from her enormous handbag and laid it on the counter between them.

This.

Holy shit.

"It's a Blue Pansy," she said softly.

"Junonia Orithya," he said softly giving it it's full Latin name.

"Also known as the Blue Argus in Australia," she murmured bringing her warm chocolate eyes to his green ones.

"But also known as the Eyed Pansy in Africa.  Its only called the Blue Pansy in India."

"You know your butterflies, sir," she said looking back down at the piece of paper in front of them.

"Only the beautiful ones," he replied, never taking his eyes off her.

"So will you do it?"

"Would love to, Babe," and was surprised to find that he meant it.

"Crys, load 'em up.  It'll take me a few to get set up, right?" he called over his shoulder as he removed the Henley thermal he was wearing and moved towards the back to wash up, his upper torso only clad in a white wife beater.

"And run the pic thru the machine." he yelled.  "I'm gonna need it as crisp as possible."

He heard Crys say almost reverently, "Oh my God, he wants me to load up the CD player.  He wants me to copy your design onto flash paper.  He's gonna
do it
, Leila."

His ears caught the beginning of girly squeals of delight before the sound of the faucet cut them off.

He smiled at the sound.

*.*.*.*.*

"Looks like the flash came out perfect, so we can get the outline done tonight." Dex was holding up what looked like a piece of carbon paper that had brown paper backing.

"Just the outline?"

"Yeah, just the outline.  Then, when the outline is healed we can add the color."

"So I'll have to come back?"

"Yeah.  Know it sucks not to be able to walk out with the full tattoo, but believe me it’s the best way to have it done."

He watched her nod in reply.  She was spread out on the chair underneath the bright light, her eyes glowing behind her glasses as she listened carefully to what he was saying.

"I'm guessing you've never gotten a tattoo before?" he asked, adjusting the bands on his machine.

"N-no, I haven't."

"Okay, so here's how it goes.  I'll transfer the image, the picture you showed me, onto your skin, then I use my machine to put the outline ink into your skin.  For some people, the noise or the buzzing of the machine is a problem.  For others, the sting of the needles is a problem.  If, at any point,
anything
bothers you then you need to let me know verbally and not flinch away."

"Not flinch?"

"Yeah, you have to try and remain as still as you can, okay?  You flinch, the needles might drag and that
really
fucking hurts."

He watched her swallow as she took this information in.

"Also, there's some extra ink and bleeding -- not a lot, but there's some -- and I have to stop occasionally to wipe it off so I can see the flash, the lines of your design.  When I do that, the buzzing of the machine stops and it’s a great place for you to tell me if you are uncomfortable in any way.  Okay?"

"Okay."  Her eyes were huge and he watched her unconsciously push her glasses back up her nose as she processed what he'd said.

"You want to include the pupa in it, right?"

"Yes," she replied.  "I need…I mean, I want to show the cocoon in the background and the full butterfly."

"Progression," he said just to clarify.

He watched her beautiful mouth tilt up in a soft smile as another blush crept up her face.

Damn, but she was pretty, especially when she smiled.

"Progression," he heard her say softly.

"Okay, Babe.  Where do you want this masterpiece?"

"Sorry?"

"Where on your body do you want your tattoo?" he said trying but failing to curb his smile.

"My hip," she replied.

"Your hip?  Okay, I need a little bit more clarification here.  You see, to some, a hip is a part of their ass…"

"Here."

He watched as this gorgeous but unworldly woman lifted her shirt and pulled her stretchy pants down, exposing the creamiest skin he had ever seen, and pointed to the curve on her side. 

Just below her waist but before the flare of her hips.

His most favorite of the sweet spots on a woman.

"Okay.  So your gonna need to shift away from me and lean forward a bit. You gonna be okay with that?  Holding your pants outta the way and all?"

He watched as she moved onto her left side, away from him and pulled her shirt up and her stretchy pants down exposing the deep curve of her waist and the gentle upward thrust of her hip.

Beauty.

His cock stirred at the sight but he shut that shit down immediately.  He was a
professional
for God's sake.

Dex had just gotten the flash applied when Crys came by, purse and jacket in hand.  "Benny's here, Dex, and says that Gabe's coming later to use the light-box."

"You leavin'?" he asked checking his machine making sure all exposed parts were covered and that it ran with a gentle, smooth hum.

"Yeah, only had twenty piercings today but have a ton of appointments day after tomorrow. Doing a run with the deposit, too.   Hey Leila, it was fun."

"Crystal, are you busy tomorrow?  Because I need to go shopping and could use some advice.  There's going to be a couple others with us but I'd really like to have you there if you could make it."

"Cool.  What's your number?" and he watched as Crys programmed it into her phone.  "What time?"

As the girls went into chin-wag mode, Dex stopped listening.

Dave Matthews was singing soft and low through the speakers, his tray was set up and the machine was running perfectly.

Time to play.

"Bye, Dex."

"Later, Crys."

And life began again as he used his machine to bring a picture to life onto the skin of another person in whatever form they wanted it to take.  In this case, it was the rare, seldom seen Junonia Orithya butterfly of the Asian sub-continent that he was going to ink on a beautiful, somewhat introverted woman, the type that rarely, if ever, came into a shop like his.

He had to admit, he was impressed.

So much of his work was of some really stupid shit that people wanted inked in some ordinary places.  Shit he could almost do with his eyes closed.  Sometimes preferably with his eyes closed.  But lots and lots of those stupid pieces inked in ordinary places were what paid his mortgage on both the shop and his three bedroom house.

"What's playing?" he heard her ask over the sound of the machine.

"Dave Matthews Band, why?"

"It's really good, isn't it?"

"You never heard DMB?" he asked, lifting the machine and swiping the residual blood and ink from her skin. 

Skin almost too beautiful to mark.

He watched her shake her head then adjust her glasses.

"What?  You've been in a Tibetan monastery for the last fifteen years?" he asked bending back towards his work.

"Practically," he heard her say as she removed her glasses entirely and tucked her head back into her folded arm.

Dex wasn't quite sure when he noticed it, but it became really clear that each time he put his gloved fingers on her, whether to stretch the skin so it wouldn't catch on the needles or even to hold her hip as he turned her back into place, she would get goose bumps. 

And not the small kind that you get when you're chilly.

These were the large kind, the kind that take your breath away .

The kind that you got when you were turned on.

So Dex played it. 

Letting his fingers linger, dragging them as he wiped her skin, rubbing his hand on her lower back. 

And, yep, each and every time he touched her, she broke out in goose bumps and her breath would hitch a bit.

Interesting.

"Okay, Babe.  You're done."

"Already?" she asked lifting and tilting her head towards the hip he had been working on for nearly three hours.

"Yep. Wanna see?" he asked stripping off his latex gloves and moving the tray of ink caps away from her now that they were done.

He helped move her onto her back and held a hand out to help her off the chair, sneaking a quick peek at her breasts.  Yep, nipples alert and ready and he saw that she was again covered in goose bumps. 

Now that was hot.

He hadn't done anything that would have anyone thinking sex, but he knew enough about women to know she was into him.

Shake it off, man.  She's a customer, he told himself.

Dex had, as usual, covered the fresh ink with a layer of ointment and kept his finger tucked into her pants as she swung her legs to the side and prepared to stand.

"Careful," he murmured and got caught in the snare of her eyes as she lifted herself up and away from the chair. 

His heart did a heavy double beat when their eyes connected.

And just when was the last time
that
had fucking happened, huh?

She held her shirt up and he held the side of her pants down as they made their way outside the booth to the full length mirror on the side of the wall.

Benny was walking from the desk towards the back and stopped to admire the new ink on Leila's skin.

"Beauty, Dex," he rumbled and gave a nod to Leila.

"Oh my, " she said.  "Even without the color, it's gorgeous, isn't it?"

Again, with no qualms whatsoever, and his eyes never leaving the image of her face in the mirror, replied, "Absolutely gorgeous."

Chapter Nine

I woke on Sunday morning with a smile on my lips and a song in my heart.

Dex.

His
name is Dex.

His.
Name
. Is. Dex.

And he had marked me. 

I carried
his
ink on my skin.

Juvenile?  Perhaps. 

But I'd never chosen to or had even had a chance to act juvenile in my entire life.  I was entitled, chose to, at least in this moment, to act in exactly that way.

I stretched and rolled onto my back wincing at the pull of the skin over my right hip.

'…
a hip is a part of their ass
.'  I heard his voice say inside my head.  His soft, deep voice speaking deep within me as my mental eyes did a remembered roam, unheeded over his heaven blessed, but thoroughly tattooed shoulders and arms. I felt a pull deep within me causing another wince as the skin on my hip moved.

It was a good wince.

I ran to my cheval mirror pulling up my flannel nightshirt as I ran.

I wanted to see it.

The ointment had been rubbed away but the image was still clear and true.  The outline of the Blue Pansy, my butterfly, with the pupa hanging from a branch in the background.  Even without the colors, the ink was stunning. 

Spellbinding.

'You'll need to keep it moist but away from water and sunlight as it heals.
'  I heard Dex's voice inside my head, inside me as he had given the instructions that were also on the sheet of paper that Crystal had slipped inside my bag before she left.  I liked it better when I heard his deep voice saying the words, though.

'I'm putting on a piece of plastic wrap, but don't count on this keeping the water out.  If you want your ink to maintain the crisp lines, keep it moist, keep it away from water, pool water, sunlight and don't fuckin' scratch it.'
  My heart remembered the breathtaking smile he had given me at just that moment.