Inked
Sirius didn't think he'd ever seen a woman look more beautiful or more dangerous in his life.
She had flame red hair – a sure warning sign for danger – and green eyes that gleamed when he met her gaze. She was wearing a black sleeveless vest and ripped jeans that did nothing to hide her lithe figure, nor the tattoos that covered every inch of available skin from her shoulders down.
When Sirius had walked into the tattoo parlour, he'd not expected this.
"I think we've got a screamer here, Jamie," the woman said, and arched her brow at Sirius, daring him to say a word. His heart skipped a beat.
"Now Lils, I've got to see that!"
A man walked out from the back, Jamie, presumably, surprisingly free of tattoos considering Lils. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, the glasses perched upon his nose doing nothing to hide his bloody gorgeous face and the smirk upon it.
"Well fuck," Sirius said, then shook himself. "I'm usually more eloquent than this."
Lils and Jamie exchanged a look.
"Those are our fucking words, you absolute wanker!" Jamie growled, and then blanched as he realised what he'd said. Lils cackled.
Sirius blinked. "Who'd have thought that both my soulmates would be such arseholes?" he replied, but he knew his rapidly widening grin betrayed the sincerity of his words.
"Lily Potter, and James Potter," Lily said, pointing at first herself, then James. She stalked over toward him. Sirius took a step back, hands raised in surrender when she stopped before him, her expression fierce.
Lily yanked up her vest to expose her ribs. 'Well fuck' was written in Sirius' scrawling handwriting, and next to it was 'awesome women have curves and tattoos' in a scribble that was presumably James'.
Sirius snorted a laugh. "What a line."
"Laugh it up, chuckles," James sauntered over. He flexed, and Sirius could read the words he'd spoken on one bicep, and Lily's neat handwriting on the other, stating 'that was the worst pick-up line in the world'.
"I've shown you mine, time to show me yours."
Sirius glanced between them, and decided it wasn't the right moment to be bashful. He pulled his t-shirt off, ignoring Lily's wolf whistle.
Across his chest were the matching pair of words; 'I think we've got a screamer here, Jamie' and 'those are our fucking words, you absolute wanker'.
"You're a right prick, you know," Sirius said with a grin to soften the insult. "When my mum saw these words, she dropped me on my head and refused to pick me back up again." He turned to Lily. "And yours are just as bad, you know."
The Potters both grinned at him, eyes laughing, unashamed and unabashed.
"It's nice to finally meet you," Lily said, her gaze roaming over his torso. "You're like a blank canvas, honey. Jamie's scared of needles, won't let me near him with my tattoo gun," she glanced up, brow cocked, a smirk upon her face, "but you will, won't you?"
For the first time since turning twenty, Sirius felt himself blush. "Er, yeah I will," he said, glancing down his body, trying to imagine it covered in ink.
James had somehow moved closer, and clasped Sirius' shoulder in a firm, reassuring grip. "I'll hold your hand, if you like?" he offered, a wicked smile upon his face.
Sirius found himself tentatively returning it. "I think I'd like that," he said.
It wasn't what he'd been expecting when he'd stepped into the parlour to ask for directions.
He wasn't complaining, however.
Word Count: 595
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