A/N: Confession – I have two tattoos and I've always been fascinated by full back tats. This, is sexy: bit(dot)ly/JLAY2K

body of art make me yours

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He's not one for body art. And no, he doesn't count the tribal tattoo he has around his right bicep that he only got because of one of Puck's hairbrained ideas: tattoos after high school graduation. He was barely 18 and his mother almost threw him out of the house for it. It might have looked badass, but it hurt like shit for a while. Still, chicks liked the ink.

So it's not that he doesn't like ink, per se, but he's not about to get another one. Besides, he likes his women clean-cut, pretty skirts and sweaters, sensible shoes and not too much skin.

Or so he thought.

Sophomore year of college and about two months after he broke up with Quinn again (and as far as he was concerned, for the last time) Sam and Artie, his new dorm mates dragged him to a frat party. He doesn't drink, and his friends are way past plastered but it's still early and someone needs to keep them out of trouble.

He's sipping on club soda when he first sees her. She's tiny, dark hair long down to her back and she's dancing with a pretty petite Asian girl. He loses her in the mass of bodies then.

When he sees her again, she's tying up her hair into a knot on top of her head. Her friend is gone, and she rubs a bottle of water over her neck, it's hot and stuffy in the packed room. Their eyes meet and she winks before someone throws a hand around his neck, pulling him off somewhere.

"C'mon Huddy! You gonna be a wallflower all night?" Sam grins, clapping him on the chest. Sam's a ridiculous drunk, and strong, his chest hurts.

"I'm not drinking tonight brah. DD, remember?" He always is, he doesn't mind really.

"Party pooper. Where's Artie?"

They look around and Artie's in a corner, the pretty petite Asian girl on his lap, faces hidden under her hair. He snickers at Sam. "Let's not interrupt."

Someone brushes by his elbow and he looks down, he's tall enough that almost anyone there is way shorter than he is. And the brunette passing by him definitely is.

It's the girl he saw earlier, dressed in a black halter dress as she flits pass him to go outside. Her back is covered in tattoos and he stares at the roses just above her ass as she disappears from view. He hurries out after her.

She's leaning over the porch banister, her long hair thrown over one shoulder, back arched as she wipes sweat from her neck. He wants to speak but he's captivated by the intricate designs covering her back and left arm down to her wrist. She must feel him looking because she turns her head to look at him.

"See something you like?"

Yes.

He clears his throat to answer and she stands, turning her body to him. Her dress in sinfully low cut, the v dipping down to her belly button, her breasts are small and all he needs to do is reach a finger out and tug the sleeve from her shoulder.

He's tempted.

All of a sudden Sam stumbles out of the house and emptying his stomach over the bushes near where she stands. She turns her eyes to the blond and back at him then holds out the bottle of water she was using to cool her body.

"Your friend looks like he could use it more than I do." She drawls.

He takes the bottle from her, fingertips brushing before she disappears back into the party. Artie rolls out after she goes in and by the look on his face, they're done partying for the night. He casts a forlorn look behind him into the house and throws Sam's arm over his shoulder.

"Artie, no wheelies tonight, remember you got a ticket last time." He warns.

"No sweat player… I'm good." Artie hiccups, swerving from side to side as he rolls ahead of them towards Finn's truck.

He sees her again in the coffee shop about a week later. Her hair is in a ponytail hanging down her back, dressed in a pantsuit and glasses, a mass of papers under her arms and a pencil suck in the thick plait. H stares at her from the table his books are piled on and he knows it's her even though she's fully covered and not looking at him.

After she places her order, her eyes scan the room and when it falls on him he gestures to the empty chair beside him. She walks over with the cup in her hands, and drops everything beside his stuff.

"Nice seeing you again."

His tongue isn't working because he's pretty sure he sees a flash of silver on hers.

She snaps her finger at him and grins. "You have a name pretty boy?"

He frowns. "Pretty boy?"

She shrugs. "You didn't speak the other day at the party, and I don't know your name and you are kinda cute."

His smile lifts up the right side of his mouth. "Cute, huh? You're not pretty bad yourself." How is she hotter fully clothed even though he knows about the designs over her skin?

She points to herself. "Me, Rachel."

He laughs and shakes his head. "Finn."

She nods and pulls her glasses from her face. "Well, howdy Finn."

Coffee turns into lunch which turns into a study session and his mind is blown when she tells him she's a first year law student at Columbia. And they're the same age; she skipped high school.

"Smart and sexy." He drawls. She winks.

Their study session moves to his studio apartment and pretty soon she's wearing nothing but her glasses and high heels, their clothes tossed to the side as he presses kisses into the ink at her back. She's lying on her stomach, his kisses all over her shoulder, his fingers pressing into her from behind as she keens his name, screams muffled by the pillows beneath her.

The fall asleep after he makes her scream his name above him, beneath him and on his tongue and she stays through the night, curled up beside him, his hands curled in her hair.

He gets up at dawn to use the bathroom, and start coffee. It's Saturday and he doesn't have any plans, but he doesn't know if Rachel does. She's standing by the window when he gets to the bedroom. He trails a finger down the designs over her back and she shivers, turning her head towards him.

"You alright?" he drops his head onto her shoulder and kisses the skull there. She nods.

"Better than alright." She turns into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and pushes herself up onto her toes.

"Let me show you."

So. New plan: explore all of her tattoos.