I knocked on the shop window, assuming Wyatt’s appointment was finished as the place was locked. I chewed my bottom lip as I heard him come to the door, as he opened it I grinned at him.
“Hey baby, you okay?” He asked me, kissing my lips gently.
“I’m good. Your appointment is finished?” I asked, walking into the shop.
“Yeah, just left. Let me clean my station. One second.” I followed him behind the curtain.
“I was thinking,” I muttered, my stomach twirling. Wyatt looked up at me, his face confused.
“You can tattoo me.” I smiled.
“Serious?” He asked, a huge grin on his face.
“Yeah, why not? Your tattoos are sexy and I’m already sexy so why not add to it?” I giggled.
“I’m very glad you know you’re sexy.” He smiled and I sat down, pushing my hair out my face.
“What did you want?” He asked, picking up a pencil. I shrugged, I actually had no idea.
“Nothing big.” I chuckled. “Your choice.” I smiled at him.
“Gabby, no. You have to choose. It’s going to be on your skin forever.” He grabbed a notepad as he spoke, sitting on the chair next to me.
“I want a bird,” I smiled at him, my hands in my lap.
“Yeah?” He asked me, his eyebrow raised. I nodded, I absolutely adored his one. How it somehow got lost in the rest of his ink but still stood out.
“Yes please. Like yours.” My voice was firm.
“You want a matching tattoo to me?” His eyebrow was still up and I rolled my eyes.
“I wouldn’t say matching but I suppose yeah,” I shrugged. “It reminds me that there are beautiful people in the world.” I looked down. I looked up as he grabbed my face, his smile huge.
“You’re so cute,” he whispered and I tried to shake him off me, giggling. “Where do you want it?” He asked me. I thought for a minute, I had no idea. I wanted to be able to hide it if I needed to.
“Your inner thigh?” He asked me, his hand going there. I had trousers on but it still made me jump. I nodded, that definitely seemed like a sexy place. “Colours?” Wyatt asked.
“I have no idea!” I giggled. “Just bloody do it. Whatever you want.” I shrugged. He laughed, sitting down on the chair. I watched as he put his pad on his knee, drawing something. He looked so fucking sexy and I could rip off his clothes right this second. I was getting excited on what he was going to do but I also had no pain tolerance and I was getting a bit nervous.
“Is it going to hurt?” I asked him. Wyatt’s face was still in his pad as he spoke.
“Inner thigh is a bit of a bitch so yeah.” He said it with a straight face and I sat up.
“What?!” I cried.
“Inner thigh is soft so yeah it’s probably going to hurt a bit. It’s going to have a lot of details and if you want colours that takes longer.”
“I’m scared,” I whispered and Wyatt looked up, a small smile on his face.
“I’ll take care of you baby, it’s okay.” His voice was soft and I took a deep breath, nodding.
“Thoughts?” He asked, handing me the note pad.
“Fucking hell,” I mumbled. It was beautiful, a small sparrow. Nearly identical to Wyatt’s but he somehow managed to make a bird look feminine.
“I did it feminine but I can change it. I know you don’t give a shit about genders,” he laughed and I smiled at him, looking up.
“I don’t, you’re right.”
“You just like the birds,” he smiled and I nearly cried. I had known I was pansexual since I was a teenager and it wasn’t a thing for me. However, men that I dated didn’t particularly like that a woman could get me off and if I dated any lesbians, some of them weren’t fans that I didn’t mind a dick or two.
“I love it. It’s beautiful, like you.” I said shyly. I wiped under my eye quickly as I looked down.
“What’s wrong?” Wyatt jumped up, grabbing my chin.
“Nothing,” I whispered.
“You’re crying.” His voice was strong. I wouldn’t say crying.
“You’re just so sweet that’s all. I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I just feel like you accept me completely for who I am and you like who I am.” I let out a breath. This wasn’t how I talked at all. I suppose I put the ‘I love sex’ personality on as my mask and Wyatt was helping me figure out who I actually was.
“I love who you are.” He looked into my eyes and I nearly had a heart attack. I’ve never told anyone I love them and nobody has ever told me they love me. I know that’s not what Wyatt was saying but it was close enough to make my heart stop for a second.
“I’m a big fan of yours too,” I whispered, trying not to giggle.
“Let me put this on tracing paper. Drop your trousers,” Wyatt winked at me. I took off my trousers, my heart beating against my chest. I was shitting it now, I only had my ears pierced and I screamed like a bitch when I got that done too. Wyatt was in one of the rooms at the back and I slid onto his chair, closing my eyes. I heard him fumbling around and opened my eyes as he moved the feet of the chair up, I was laying flat and I looked over at him, I clearly looked terrified.
“Baby, it’s fine. It won’t hurt that much,” he chuckled as he put black gloves on. “What side?” He asked, grabbing my right thigh.
“Right is fine,” I whispered, looking up at him. I watched him intently as he put some pots on his tray, they were filled with colours and I looked up at the blue one. “Are you doing it blue?” I asked him.
“I was going to. I was going to mix the blue and green. Is that alright?” I nodded, my excitement kicking in.
“Blue is my favourite colour.” I smiled at him.
“Yeah I know,” he looked down.
“How did you know that?” I giggled as I asked him.
“Your whole house is blue.” Wyatt laughed, putting the paper on my skin. I put my head back, smiling. This tattoo was dangerously close to my pussy and I closed my eyes as he pushed my skin.
“How much do I owe you?” I randomly thought. I knew Wyatt wasn’t cheap.
“Shut up,” he laughed. “I’m not charging you baby.” I opened my eyes at the wrong time as he turned on his tattoo gun. Even the noise made me panic. “Your leg is shaking. You need to stop it.” Wyatt looked up at me.
“I can’t help it!” I cried.
“Gabby, relax. It’s not going to be that bad.” His voice had humour to it.
“Easy for you, you’re fucking covered!” I laughed. I looked down at him as he shook his head. I watched him as he leaned on my knee, pushing it down and moving his chair closer. I took a deep breath in as he pulled my skin tight.
“I’m starting it,” Wyatt said.
“Yep.” I shut my eyes as I felt scratches on my skin. I scrunched my face up, shit this wasn’t fun. It wasn’t scream painful but I didn’t want much more of this.
“You okay?” Wyatt asked me.
“It’s not nice,” I whispered, my hand gripping the chair. I looked down at him, he was inches from my skin and he lifted the gun up, wiping my skin. “Ow,” I whispered. Fuck that stung. I smiled as Wyatt kissed next to my knicker line. “You do that with all your customers?” I laughed.
“Nah, just the beautiful ones. Every time I finish a line you get a kiss, okay?” He asked and I looked over at him, nodding. “Then you look forward to the kiss, helping you ignore the pain.”
“Okay,” I breathed out, my cheeks killing me.
“And when I’m finished I’ll eat you out.” I laughed at his sentence, running my hand down his arm. “Just think about me doing that.”
“Yes sir,” I whispered, closing my eyes. I did just that, daydreaming about Wyatt’s tongue on my clit. I wondered if he would put his whole tongue in me today. As I was about to ask him just that I slammed my teeth together. Fuck, it was really starting to hurt.
“Ow baby, it fucking hurts,” I whispered.
“It’s because I’m doing the colour now, I’m going over skin that’s already been tattooed. It won’t be long I promise.” He kissed me again after he spoke and it relaxed me for a minute. “Are you thinking about my tongue on you?” He asked me and I giggled.
“I was, will you put your whole tongue in me?” I still had my eyes closed, talking seemed to take my mind off it.
“I’ll stick my tongue in your arsehole if you want.” I gasped at his words, my pussy now soaking.
“You’re such a freak.” I teased him.
“You’re one to talk.” He paused. “Speaking of, are we going to the club tonight?” I opened my eyes as he asked me, looking down at him.
“Do you want to?” I asked.
“Not really. I was thinking we could get food at mine.” His head was still down, his face full of concentration. It made me smile and turned me on.
“I was thinking,” I whispered and Wyatt looked up, wiping my skin. I tensed my jaw, I was such a pussy. “Maybe I was going to cancel my membership.” I felt shy as I said it.
“Good idea,” his eyes were still on me. “You don’t want to fuck me with people watching?” He laughed as he spoke.
“No, I love fucking you just the two of us.” I let out a breath.
“Let’s cancel it then,” Wyatt whispered.
“Do you agree? You prefer it just the two of us?” I asked, starting to panic now. His head was back down, the scratching pain coming back.
“Definitely. I much prefer just the two of us. I’m starting to get jealous now,” he chuckled.
“What do you mean?” My brow was crossed.
“I don’t like the idea of dudes looking at you,” he shrugged, looking up. “I know that sounds controlling but I can’t help myself. What if one of them interests you?” He raised his eyebrow and I put my hands on my forehead.
“Wyatt, stop. You don’t trust me?” I asked, getting agitated.
“Of course I do.” He pushed his chair back. “I don’t trust dudes. You’re beautiful and you’re way too,”
“Shut up!” I shouted, knowing what he was going to say. “Finish my tattoo.” My voice was firm, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Are you angry with me?” Wyatt asked and I looked down at him, my heart in my stomach. “No baby, never.” I ran my hands down his face as I spoke. “Stop it. Or I’ll have to punish you.” I winked. Wyatt smiled and put his head back down, his tattoo gun re-starting. I put my head back watching him. I grabbed the chair as Wyatt wiped my skin, looking up at me.
“Done and done.” He took his gloves off.
“Thank fuck!” I laughed, my hand to my chest. “Is it nice?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I’m really happy with it actually. Look,” he said as I looked down, moving my foot to my other knee.
“Wow,” I breathed out. I definitely was going to cry now. It was beautiful. “Wait!” I shouted at him, turning my head to him.
“You don’t like it?” Wyatt was standing now and I pulled him closer to me by his t-shirt. There was a circle of tiny flowers around the sparrow and they were made up of three colours. Pink, yellow and blue.
“Actually don’t worry,” I smiled.
“No, tell me!” Wyatt shouted.
“I’m reading into something sorry, it’s just the colours of the flowers are,”
“The pansexual pride flag. You don’t mind, do you?” Wyatt asked me, his eyes heavy. I put my hand to my face, tears streaming down my cheeks. This fucker. “You need to tell me what them tears are for Gabs,” Wyatt said urgently.
“I love it.” I moved my hand, letting out a sob. “Why are you so amazing?” I giggled, my voice a mess. “I love it so much. Thank you, it’s beautiful and meaningful without being obvious.” I looked up at him, attempting to wipe my face. “You’re so talented. I’m very lucky to have some of your work on me.” I grinned at him.
“Oh baby, you’re so sweet.” He grabbed my face, kissing my forehead. “I’m so glad you like it.”
“I love it!” I shouted, looking down at it.
“I need to cream and wrap it,” Wyatt said, moving my leg. I watched him, stroking the back of his head as he put cream on my thigh, wrapping cling film around it.
“Thank you,” I sang, puckering my lips towards him. He chuckled, kissing my lips gently. “I’ll help you clean up.” I stood.
“Nah, it will take me two seconds. Think about what you want for dinner."