(*Author Note and Disclaimer* The characters herein are characters that I and m'luv use in online roleplay. For clarification, Ryuko is a Namekseijin – think Piccolo from Dragonball Z. This is in original because we don't use the settings or any canon characters. We just have a thing for sexy green men with fangs and antennae. ^_^ Arashi is a Mizuseijin – a fictional alien species that I created for my own useage. Any questions? Let's move on then.)
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Ryuko looked down at the expanse of pale green skin bared to his examination, sapphire eyes slowly tracing each curve of toned muscle and delicate line of scarring. She was perfect in his opinion, even if she didn't believe it herself. He knew how much trust it took for her to bare herself to him like this and it humbled him that she felt that way toward him. The faintest line of iridescent patterning lay over her spine and he couldn't resist, a finger coming to rest ever so lightly at the base of her neck then moving slowly down. She shivered lightly at the feather soft touch, amber eyes half lidding and he smiled slowly. She didn't flinch at his touch any more, which pleased him more than he could imagine. He was slightly afraid to analyze the depths of his feelings toward her, but subconsciously he found ways to be with her.
"You sure about this?" he asked, a faint rumbling underscoring his words as his hands lightly stroked her bare back. "Once I start, it has to be finished." She nodded, turning her head slightly to look at him. He smiled and leaned to the side, picking up a blunted pencil. "All right then. I'll start by tracing the design on your skin with this, then I'll use the tappers to begin the outlining." She nodded again, then rested her head on her folded arms, eyes closing.
He smiled faintly, then leaned over her back, beginning to sketch the outlines of her tattoo onto her skin. He could hear her breathing slowly, in and out, and had to fight the urge to lean over and nuzzle her cheek. He wasn't quite sure when or how, but this prickly little female had managed to pierce his defenses and endear herself to him. He wasn't sure why he suggested the tattoo, perhaps as a way for her to see the beauty that he saw when he looked at her. Perhaps it was just an excuse for him to touch her. Or perhaps, subconsciously, it was his way of marking her as his. She'd never forget him now. Every time she looked at herself, she'd think of him. He smiled again, rather liking that notion. Even if she left him, she'd never really be free of him.
He shifted, moving to her lower back, tracing the intricate whorls and curves of the vines that would adorn her skin. "How far down d'you want these to go?" He paused, pencil still against her skin, looking up at her.
"Whatever you think will look best," she replied, eyes slitting open. "You're the artist." He chuckled at that, and leaned back, eyes sweeping over her as he debated. Then he began to draw again, letting the graceful vines trail down her hips and trace over her thighs. He then took a moment to look it all over again, and nodded, satisfied with his work.
"I'm going to start on the outline now," he said, reaching for the tappers and the ink, readying them. "If it gets to be too painful, tell me and I'll stop." She nodded again, eyes closing, holding herself very still. He smiled at that, and shifted a bit closer to her upper back, placing the tapper against her skin. He took a deep breath, then began to firmly tap the wood, sending the ink into her skin.
Arashi's breath caught at the first bite of the needles and she bit her lip to keep from gasping. It was painful, yes, but at the same time, it made her entire body tingle. She didn't think this would happen. She kept her eyes tightly closed, not wanting Ryuko to notice her reaction to the needles pressing into her skin. After all, what sort of sick person would actually enjoy something like this? She didn't want him to think that she was some kind of deviant. She'd seen the looks of disbelief and loathing before, and she didn't think she could live with seeing it on his face.
Ryuko worked steadily, pausing now and then to replenish the ink on the tappers. As he worked, he began to notice something unusual. Her muscles were becoming tenser as he moved along her skin, and he paused, wondering if she was in pain. "Arashi? Are you all right? D'you want me to stop for a little bit?"
She quickly shook her head no. "I'm fine. You can... keep going if you want."
He looked up at her, eyes narrowing slightly. He had noticed the slight hesitation in her voice and wondered if she were trying to be stoic. Then he blinked, noticing something else. There was a faint sheen of sweat on her skin, but that wasn't unusual in and of itself. What was unusual was the change in her scent. His head tilted slightly, then he leaned closer, inhaling deeply. There was the scent of ink and rubbing alcohol, overlaying the familiar sea salt and jasmine that he associated with her. And beneath that... it was unfamiliar, but unmistakable. He knew what arousal smelled like, he'd just never thought to ever scent it on her.
He straightened slightly, a surprised look on his face. The tattooing was... turning her on. The surprise quickly disappeared, replaced by a slow mischievous smirk, a wicked gleam lighting his sapphire eyes. He couldn't resist using this to his advantage, though he knew he should.
He quickly schooled his expression as he set aside the ink and tappers and reached for the alcohol laden pad on the table by the side of the bed. She gasped softly when the cool moist pad touched her back and he had to hide another smirk as he wiped away the tiny droplets of blood. He tossed it into the nearby wastebasket when he finished with it and slowly ran his hands down her back, loving how she unconsciously arched into his touch. "It's looking good so far, 'rashi," he said, still lightly trailing his talon tips up and down her back.
"R-really?" she replied, a faint tremor in her voice.
He nodded, the corner of his mouth turning up in a slow smile. "Quite lovely. I think you'll like what I'm doing." He couldn't resist the bit of wordplay, noting how she faintly trembled when he touched that curious line of iridescence over her spine.
"I'm, ah, sure I will," she managed to say, wondering what he was doing. She'd never felt this way before, and wasn't quite sure what was going on. Then she felt his lips brush the back of her neck and she gasped, a shudder running through her along with a strange wave of warmth.
He sat back up and smiled at her reaction, reaching for the tappers and ink. "Ready to continue?" he asked, positioning the tappers. She nodded slightly and he resumed tapping the blocks together, now conscious of the way she would quiver ever so slightly, especially as he moved closer to her spine. That must be one of her more sensitive areas, he speculated as he tapped closer and closer to that shimmery striping.
She gripped the plastic sheet beneath her tightly, not even noticing when her talons pierced the thick flexible material. Her breath was coming faster and that vague feeling of warmth had been replaced by a centralized burning in the pit of her stomach. Her breasts felt heavy and tingly, and when she shifted slightly, the friction of the movement made her bite down on her bottom lip. The closer he got to her spine, the harder it was to control her reactions.
Ryuko was not oblivious to her reactions, a faint purr escaping him as he leaned over her back. He continued with the tapping, looking up once he reached her spine. She had ripped the plastic sheet with her talons in an effort to hold herself still. He positioned the tapper just over the edge of the iridescence, then looked up at her.
*tap*
She quivered and he smirked. "Are you all right, Arashi?" he asked, trying to hide his amusement. She nodded quickly and he positioned the tapper again.
