I would like to let you know there is no sex in this chapter. Also I do not have an editor so please forgive any mistakes. I try to read and reread but shit happens. Please vote and comment on how you think the story is unfolding.
-----------------
The alarm goes off way to early the next morning. I groan as she turns it off.
"Bathroom?"
"Out the door to the left." She answers still laying in bed. A few minutes later I return to find her sitting on the side of the bed.
"I scared your roommate." Grinning.
"I should have told you to put on clothes." Watching me walk into the room.
"What are you thinking about?" Seeing thoughts run across her face.
"All that ink on your skin."
"You don't like tattoos?"
"I have not had the chance to admire yours." Beckoning with her hand. "Come, Let me drink in the beauty of your body." I walk over to her at the edge of the bed. Waiting for her to touch me. At first she just looks at my naked form from head to toe. Her eyes seem to memorize every inch of me.
"What do they mean?" Running her hands across my chest. One hand on each crest that adorns my chest. They are around four inches in size. Just below my collar bone on the left and right of my chest.
"This one...." Placing my hand over hers on the left. "Means Destiny of the Wolf." It is a Coat of Arms or family crest. A blue background with a black wolf figure in the middle.
"Is that what the script says?"
"Mac Tire Cinniuint. Gaelic meaning Wolf Destiny." I state. "Blue means strength and loyalty. Black stands for consistency and grief."
"And this?" Running her fingers over the other crest on the right.
"Semper Cruor." A purple human heart with two parallel swords piercing it diagonally from top left to bottom right . "It is Latin means Forever Blood."
"Why these two?" Fingers tracing the lines of them. I shrug.
"I was researching Crests for a customer and came across these two. I found myself doodling this absently." Running my own finger over the weird looking wolf on the left.
"So it spoke to you?"
"I guess, in a way." Shrugging.
"The scorpion is for your astrological sign, right?"
"Yeah." Smiling as she runs her hand down my right arm.
"This?" As her hand traces lines in the free form patter done in orange, yellow and pinks on my left arm. Covers completely from wrist to elbow, bleeding into the world of my Warrior Goddess.
"You ever heard of Carlos Chance?" She blushes. "What?"
"I have to admit I googled you." Hand resting on my left forearm.
"Really?" She nods. "I'm flattered."
"A lot of people were talking you up the other night so I was just checking out the facts."
"You find my website?"
"Some great works on there." She says nodding. "Also I sent a friend invite to your facebook."
"I'll be sure to add you next time I'm up."
"Have you checked in lately?"
"On facebook? Haven't had the chance. Janet manages the main site for me."
"You have a lot of friends and many of them from the party left lewd comments." Blushing again.
"My friends, lewd?" I feign shock. "Don't worry about it. Mostly just jealousy." She smiles up at me. I slide my hand into her hair and lean down to kiss her. Soft, sweet. I try to deepen it and she pushes me back.
"I haven't finished. I want to see the real thing not imagines on the computer."
"Look away." Doing a body builder pose.
"Get over here." She laughs, holding her hand out. I let her drag me back to the bed. " Is this one new?" Going back to where she left off, my left bicep.
"Not too new. Jer did some touch up the other day. Adding some background to my Goddess."
"Oh." She half heartedly says as her eyes travel my body again. "I can't believe I am sleeping with a guy who has this tattooed on his groin." Clearly teasing.
"Hold on this will be a bumpy ride was to long." Grinning devilishly. She shakes her head as her fingers trace the words 'Welcome Aboard' I have permanently placed above my cock. I suddenly grab her wrist. "Watch the hands unless you want to be my breakfast."
"Oh really?" In a teasing matter. Hand beginning to stroke me. "Maybe I should have you for breakfast." Licking her lips.
"Be my guest." Trying to stifle a moan as she works me up to my full potential.
"Not yet. I haven't seen the masterpiece." Abruptly stopping with her hands. "Turn around." The tool that I am, I do as she says. Quietly she studies my full back tat. "Who did it?" She asks after some time.
"Jerry. You met him at the party. Gray hair, beard. Potbellied biker look."