Jack looked over in confusion as Chloe began to pack up for the day.
"Chloe, what are you doing?"
"Going home."
"It's 2 o'clock."
She rolled her eyes, "Seriously, I thought it was midnight. I'm taking the rest of the afternoon. Mr. Buchanan knows about it and since its kind of dead around here it isn't really a big deal. See you Monday."
"See you…." he followed as she hurried out of the room.
Chloe hurrying only meant she didn't want him to know something or was embarrassed about something. Either way he wasn't about to let her go without finding out what was really going on with her.
"Chloe," he grabbed her arm as she hurried towards the door.
"Jack, I'm already late."
"Late to what?"
"An appointment."
"With a doctor, are you sick?"
She glared, "None of your business. Now let go, right now, I mean it."
"No, either tell me or you go no where."
She huffed and tried to pull her arm away.
He didn't budge, holding her without even trying very hard.
"Fine, I have an appointment with a tattoo artist. I'm getting another tattoo."'
"You have a tattoo?"
"Yes, hence the word another."
"Where is it?"
She blushed, "Nowhere I can show you here."
He could feel his blood thrum and head south, "Where…" he practically growled, "are you getting the new one?"
She swallowed hard, keeping her eyes on his as she slid her hand down her body down to her hip, "Here."
He trailed a hand down her arm until his fingers traced over the spot she'd just pointed out, "What are you getting?"
"A….a butterfly. I like butterflies."
He nodded, leaned closer to her, his hands moving to her waist to pull her against him. He heard her gasp, "Jack…are you….you're…"
"Hard. Yeah."
"Because….because I'm getting a tattoo."
He nodded, his lips moving over her cheek.
"My other one…." She stopped, "I…uh, my appointment isn't until 4…and my other tattoo….it's on my…my inner thigh. Do you want to see it?"
"Yeah, I want to see it. Can I watch you get the other one?"
She nodded, whimpering a little as his hands dipped under the fabric of her skirt.
He smiled against her skin he kissed her, just enough for her to feel it before he pulled away. He grabbed her arm again and pulled her towards the door.
"Jack….do you have tattoos?"
He didn't answer, just pulled her faster toward the car…and the nearest bed….or maybe the nearest flat surface.