Her hands trailed down his back, living red lines of pleasure in his skin, beside the bruises. He gasped when she went sucking a bruise in the small of his neck. His eyes rolled inward when he made her gasp again.

They'd forgotten about the notion of time moments ago. Danger too. They were on a beach, they didn't even remember that some jogger could show up anytime. She was just wrapped up around him as he bit her nipple again. And he was only watching her, as he sent her in a place where he expected to join her after he got to make her gasp a little more. Or a lot.

He peeked at her tattoo, he found it so hot. He would have to compliment Weevil for that. Just for the pleasure of watching him get confused. He ran his thumb on it before finding her clit. When he felt her tighten around him again, he knew he was close when he gasped involuntarily.

She was breathing loudly and gripped him. She cried out something. He almost froze when he thought that was someone else's name, but it wasn't. It was his. Richard. Well, more the chocked version of it, but not his nickname that he sometimes found stupid to cry. It overwhelmed him and he came, crying out and shuddering disorderly. Her name fell from his lips as he pressed his mouth on hers.

He rested on his side, cuddling. He drowned in her eyes. He didn't know those eyes. Not that he'd watched her from that close that often but... beside the afterglow, they were peaceful blue pools. Happy... blue pools ?

She smiled. He grazed her tattooed skin and smiled back. He loved it. No word needed.

They went into the sea and washed the sand away. They put back their clothes on and kissed goodbye. A last, deep, slow, meaningful kiss. Back to their lives.

He took his guitar. Back to Dick and Ronnie. She picked her mp3 player. No word needed.

They walked back to the parking lot. He climbed in his truck. She walked home, not in a mood for a jog. Nothing left but a taste on her lips, a feeling inside, deep inside, and a memory. A nice, sweet, soothing memory. Tattooed on her body.

And the urge to go jogging tomorrow.

So they would be Veronica and Richard again. And again.

No word needed.

Just a tattoo.