The bell above the door jingled, alerting the artist of a new customer. The sun was shining so brightly behind her, he could have sworn she was an angel. Once she was fully inside and the door was closed he couldn't believe his eyes. She was beautiful, her eyes were so wide and innocent. Her hair was so long and dark. Her skin looked so pale and smooth. He wondered what it would feel like under his fingers.
"Hello, how can I help you today?", he asked.
"H-Hi, I was wondering if I could make an appointment?", she questioned hesitantly. She walked up to the counter and placed a hand on top of it.
He was surprised, she didn't look like his typical customer. Most of them were full of piercings, with bright hair and had huge tattoos. She looked too innocent, too fragile. He wondered if she had any ink anywhere on her body. God, the thought of her body made his mouth water with want. He took a second to give her a once over. She was perfect, his fingers started to twitch with the urge to touch her.
He realized he had been staring much too long. "Y-Yeah, sorry about that. What were you thinking about getting. Picking an appointment date depends on what you want and how long it will take me to complete it.", he finally replied.
She let out a sigh, "I wanted to get a Japanese traditional dragon on my back". She turned her head away and stared at the ground, she didn't want to see the judgment in his eyes, maybe this was a bad idea.
The clock around the corner chimed indicating the time. He was shocked, to say the least. Why would she want something like that? What if this was a bad idea and she would regret it the next day? He looked at her body once more, tattooing her would mean a chance to get closer. He smiled and asked, "How big are you thinking?".
She lifted her head shocked. The last three shops she went to just laughed at her and told her to leave, saying she couldn't handle it.
"I would like it to be my full back." She replied finding the courage to look him in the eyes. They were so dark, opposite of her own.
"So did you want the usual filler in the background, or what?" he asked. He leaned one hand on the counter right next hers. He stared at the space between there hands and wanted to move his closer, he wanted to know what her skin felt like.
"I'm open to whatever you think is best, I mean you are the artist." She smiled at him.
It seemed like half the conversation was going unsaid in his head. He looked at her milky eyes, wondering what angels like her thought of all day. This was it, this was what his master had told him when he was an apprentice. One day he would meet his Muse. He was sure it had to be her.
"Hm, well if its up to me, then I think I'll keep it a surprise." he was testing her.
"O-okay if that's what you want.", she stuttered.
God, she was perfect, only a muse would have that much faith in her artist. Normal people would question you, they would ask you a million things about placement and color. He smiled at her and reached for her hand.
"My name's Sasuke", he said with his hand still out.
"My name's Hinata.", she said. He raised an eyebrow and she looked down realizing he was trying to shake her hand. "Oh, sorry!" she exclaimed at she shoved her hand in his.
Her hands were just as smooth at he imagined. He stared at her hand not wanting to release it. He sighed as she eventually pulled hers away.
"So were you thinking about getting this soon or did you want to wait?" he asked.
"Um I think soon would be good, I don't want to lose my nerve." she replied honestly.
He smirked when she said that, "Well I can draw something up and we can make an appointment for later this week if that's okay with you.".
She nodded her head, this was really happening.
He moved away from the counter and started to shift through the papers behind him When he finally found a black sheet he walked back over to her. "Okay well if you want to get this started, I'll need to make a quick outline of you back to make sure everything will fit nicely.", he said while walking around the counter towards her.
She was wearing a tight fitted white t-shirt, showing off her amazing chest. He swallowed as he walked closer.
"I'll need you to lift your shirt in the back so I can get a good outline and see if you have scars or anything on your back that could get in the way." He smirked as he saw a blush rise to her cheeks. Oh yeah, he thought, she's way too innocent.
As she reached behind her to pull her shirt up, she wondered if this was a good idea. She turned around and found him patiently waiting. She swallowed hard and began to pull her shirt up, exposing her back to his greedy eyes.
Her skin was flawless, just as he though it would be, but he had to be sure. He lifted the paper up to her back, his fingers grazing the edges of it, touching her skin. He could feel his jeans getting tighter around his groin. Her skin was so damn soft. He could see goosebumps rising under his finger tips. He decided it would best to stop for now and reached for a marker and outlined the shape of her back onto the paper.
When he pulled the paper away, finished, he let his other hand run down her back. Looking for invisible scars or blemishes was just his excuse as he let his hand roam over her soft skin. He would feel himself getting harder as he touched her.
She let out a soft moan and blushed, hoping her didn't hear her. She had never been touched like that before, it was a new experience, and she liked it. She turned her head, looking at him from over her shoulder. When she met his eyes she blushed harder and turned back around.
He let his hand drop from her skin. He couldn't take much more of this torture. Hearing her let out such a soft quiet moan was the end for him. He stepped away from her and back around the counter, placing the paper down on the counter and sitting down.
Hinata was disappointed when he stepped away. She released her shirt from her fingers and turned back around, hoping her blush wasn't too noticeable. She rested her hands on the counter once again and waited.
As he sat down, his mind was racing with ideas for her. Maybe she would like this, maybe she would like that. He shook his head, ideas were running through and taking over his mind. He looked back up a her and blinked. Had he forgotten something? Oh yeah, they didn't pick a specific date. It was Monday, if he did nothing but work on her design he could hopefully have it finished by Saturday. Aside from his already set scheduled appointments, he wouldn't take anyone new. His apprentice, Sai, could take any other customers that came in.
The bell above the door jingled, alerting him to his late scheduled appointment. He sighed as the customer walked. "Naruto, your late. Just take a seat in the chair, its already set up, I'll be there in a minute." Sasuke said shaking his head.
"Ah sorry I didn't think traffic was going to be so busy tonight, don't be mad!", he yelled as he walked around a corner into another room.
He shook his head and looked back up to the beautiful woman in front of him and asked, "How about you come in Saturday morning around ten and we can get started on the outline then.".
She smiled and nodded her head,"I'm looking forward to it". She held her hand out for him.
He took it in his own, grateful for another chance to feel her delicate skin. He squeezed her hand as he let it go. "Until then, Hinata", he said.
She backed away from the counter and headed for the door, "G-Goodbye, Sasuke". She raised a hand goodbye and opened the door. The bell jingled, signaling her departure.
He stared at her back as she walked away, a strange feeling forming in his stomach. The way she said his name made his head swim with emotions. He wondered how she would say his name with her head thrown back from pleasure while he was between her legs. Would she scream it for everyone to hear? Would she say his name as a whisper, a promise, for only himself to hear. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. He walked around the counter and towards the room where Naruto was.
"Hey who was that chick? I was gonna introduce myself but it seemed like you two had something going on.", Naruto said sitting back in the chair with his hands behind his head.
Sasuke didn't say anything, he just sat on the stool and brought the wheeled tray closer, getting the ink ready. His thoughts were still on her, he shook his head trying to focus on the task before him. He would have her soon enough. He smiled at the thought, she would be shirtless and sitting in his chair in less than a week.
I hoped you liked this quick read. I'm debating if I should even continue it or if I should leave it as is. Please let me know what you think. I'm a new writer so reviews mean the world to me, good or bad. Thank you so much!