The little containers of ink are lined up neatly in a row on the clean paper towels on her little tray. The sterile gun rests beside them, waiting to he used on her first client of the day. She picks up one of the blue latex gloves, stretching it onto her lithe fingers. She glances over at her counter and sees Sara's head peaking up over it, only from the eyes up. As soon as they make eye contact, Sara adverts her gaze elsewhere.
Tegan smiles at her attempts to be subtle. Sara hasn't said much today but there doesn't seem to be any tension and she hasn't brought up their little tryst yet. Tegan takes that as a promising sign.
She picks up the other glove, the amused grin still plastered across her face. She pulls the rubber down past her wrist, letting it stretch across her fingers. She lets go and it snaps back up around her wrist. She looks back over to Sara to find her staring again. What could possibly be so fascinating about me putting on gloves?, Tegan thinks. Sara quickly looks down. Tegan chuckles and walks to the counter, leaning on her elbows.
"Hey."
"Hi." Sara keeps her head down, looking up through her eyelashes.
"Can I talk to you in back for a minute?"
Sara silently agrees, getting up, and walking through the door that Tegan holds open for her. Tegan shuts the door behind her, gently pushing on Sara's shoulder until her back hits the wall. She places a gloved palm right next to Sara's head and the other hangs by her side.
"I won't be able to concentrate on my work if you're going to be eye fucking me the whole time." She twirls Sara's bangs between her fingers. "It can get very distracting."
"I wasn't- " Sara begins to protest, though Tegan is right. There was something sexy about the way she would wiggle her fingers while putting on the gloves, and the snapping sound against her skin stirred something inside Sara.
"You were." Tegan insists. She reaches for Sara's belt, pulling the leather through the metal buckle. "You can be quick, can't you? I don't like to keep my customers waiting."
Sara bites her lip, hastily shaking her head. She doesn't care that this is wrong, it feels too good.
"Good."
Tegan undoes the button on Sara's jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down. She dips her gloved hand down into her pants, trailing her middle finger up Sara's slit over her underwear. She pulls her hand back out, bringing it to eye level. Her finger is already slick and shiny with Sara's juice. "You make this way too easy for me," Tegan smirks, putting her finger in front of Sara's lips. "Open." She tells her.
"Tegan..." Sara blushes, turning her head away.
"I said open." Tegan repeats herself, opening Sara's mouth for her and sticking her finger in. When she feels Sara lick it off she pulls it out and replaces it with her tongue. She smiles, tasting Sara on her tongue. "Delicious."
"Please.. " Sara whines. She can feel herself soaking through her underwear even more.
Tegan dips her hand back in, bunching the thin fabric to the side. She plunges two fingers deep into Sara with little resistance. She slowly pulls them back out, before plunging them back in.
"Mmph!" Sara whimpers. The pleasure mixing with the pain of her still sore body from its overexertion of yesterday's actions.
"Is this what you want?" Tegan whispers into Sara's ear, the feeling of her hot breath shooting to Sara's core. She pushes her thumb against Sara's swollen button, stilling her fingers inside of her.
"Yes.. Yes!" Sara cries out, trying to move against Tegan's fingers. "Please.. move.."
Tegan obeys, developing a steady rhythm. Sara rocks her hips, meeting each thrust, her walls pulsing around Tegan's long fingers. A small "oh" escapes from between her lips on each upward movement.
They both stop their movements and look to the left when they hear the jingle of the bells from the main entrance opening.
"Shit." Tegan whispers, looking to Sara.
"Please don't stop now." Sara pleads, beginning to resume the pace of her hips. "I need this."
Tegan smirks. She doesn't leave any job unfinished. She shifts into serious fucking mode, pumping in and out. She gropes Sara's chest with her other hand, pinching her sensitive nipples through her shirt.
"Mm..oh.. yes.. ohh.. Oh!" Sara moans out as her orgasm tears through her. She digs her nails into Tegan's shoulder blades, holding herself steady as her juices flow down onto Tegan's hand.
"Damn, girl." Tegan waits until her grip loosens and pulls her hand out of her pants. She tugs each glove off her hands, balling them together. She leans forward until their lips meet, kissing Sara deeply. She pulls away and pats Sara on her flushed cheek. "See you back out there," she winks and heads out the door.
"Hey Linds," Tegan greet the girls flipping through a magazine on the couch. She tosses her gloves in the trash bin and leans against the counter, crossing her arms. "How's it goin'?"
"Not bad, not bad. You?" She replies cheerfully, tossing the magazine on the table.
"Pretty good. You ready to get started?" Tegan asks, rubbing her hands together.
Sara walks out just then, a rosy tint still coating her cheeks. Tegan cranes around, smiling at Sara. She mouths a silent "hi" and Sara returns the smile, tucking her bangs behind her ear.
Lindsey raises her eyebrows at Tegan, giving her a knowing look. "And who's this?" She offers her hand to Sara, who shakes it politely.
"Sara. Aiden's fiancé." Tegan answers for her.
"Ooh, lucky boy." Lindsey smiles. "I'm Lindsey. What are you doing hanging around here with Tegan? She's bad news." She jokes, elbowing Tegan in the side.
"Hey! I am the best thing that's happened to the girl since she got out here." Tegan argues. "Look at her! She's glowing! You love comin' here, yeah Sweet Little Sara?"
"Something like that." She responds.
"See? Now did you come here to insult me, or to get a tattoo?"
"Both, of course." Lindsey snickers, sitting down in the chair by the already prepared table.
Tegan follows, grabbing a new pair of gloves. She sanitizes Lindsey's bicep and transfers the design onto it. She dips the tips of the needles into the ink and the gun buzzes in her hand. She touches it to Lindsey's arm, creating her work of art.
Sara watches from the counter. She watches as Tegan's face turns into one of concentration, looking up at Lindsey every now and then, laughing and talking about things Sara doesn't have a clue about. Tegan flicks her eyes to Sara for a second. Sara gives her a smile that reaches her eyes. She doesn't want to run out the door in the aftermath this time, she doesn't feel as guilty. The small interaction doesn't go unnoticed by Lindsey and she speaks up.
"You're fucking her, aren't you?"
"I was about 20 minutes ago." Tegan replies smugly.
"Nice. She a feisty little thing?"
"Not yet. She can get a bit noisy though, she screamed the first time."
"Way to go, Teegs!" Lindsey balls her hand into a fist, holding it up. Tegan pounds it and they both laugh. It was common for them to divulge their sexcapades to each other, seeing if they could get a girl to do this, or that.
"What can I say? I'm a– "
"I can hear you!" Sara butts in, looking frazzled and appalled that two people would so indecently talk about sex like that, especially when it had to do with her and the alleged noise she made. She was positive she kept rather quiet during intimacy. That scream was a one time thing, or so she hoped.
"Uh oh." Tegan says quietly to Lindsey before looking to Sara. She doesn't look seriously upset and Tegan's grateful she didn't big scene about their relations. In her mind, they were just having fun. "Why don't you come over here and join us then, sweet cheeks?"
"No thank you." Sara huffs, rolling her eyes. She felt like she was in a room with cocky teenage boys bragging about getting to second base.
"Suit yourself." Tegan says, lowering her voice and getting lost in other topics of conversation with Lindsey.
"Are you going down to the Seattle Tattoo Expo this weekend?" Lindsey asks.
"You know it."
"Taking anyone with you?" She asks, tilting her head towards Sara.
"Shit. I didn't even think about asking her." Tegan mutters. She could have a lot of fun in a hotel room for three days with just Sara, knowing she'd have no where to go if she panicked. "Hey Sara, c'mere!"
"What?" She asks, walking and standing next to Tegan with her arms crossed.
"What are you doing this weekend?"
"I don't know." She replies skeptically. "Why?"
"Wanna spend it with me, see some great art down in Seattle?"
"I'll have to check with Aiden, but it sounds fun. I've never been there before."
"I'll show you a good time, don't worry." Tegan grins, squeezing Sara's outer thigh playfully.
"Someone's gettin' lucky this weekend." Lindsey sings out.