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• She wandered to the door, home alone as her parents were away and she was stuck dog-sitting the two doberman pups. Black lounge pants rested low on her hips, baring a playboy tattoo on her hip, and a black tight fitted zip up hoody covered her dark torso- only just- zipped down pretty low and also unzipped at the bottem, baring her periced navel. Her curls were left loose, though twisted over one shoulder as she pulled open the door, letting her lips part and her brow raised in slight suprise. "What are you doing here?" (NT) -- Sharayah, 07:13:38 06/15/05 Wed
• He smirked a little bit, leaning against the doorframe easily. "Well I just came to take advantage of the discount you said I was entitled to." He looked a little out of his typical set - he was wearing a pair of jeans drawn up with an expensive leather belt and a polo shirt - still very well put together, but not quite as groomed as he typically was. His dark hair was mussed as though he'd just woken up, and he wore a couple of thick rings on his fingers. He carried a ballcap and a pair of sunglasses in his hands, and shrugged a little bit. "Cause I'm cute, right?" (NT) -- Jake, 07:20:28 06/15/05 Wed
• She folded her arms under her ample chest and leaned against the oposite frame that he was leant against, eyeing him in slight disbelief "I don;t think you understood me. Look.. I'm sorry Jake but I'm not interested... I have a boyfriend... I'm friends with you're sister... and I know all about you" Her boyfriend was a tricky area... he was dedicated and loving... and she just wasn't into it. She lost interest as soon as the guy got like that. (NT) -- Sharayah, 07:33:17 06/15/05 Wed
• "I don't think you understand, Rayah," He didn't bother with formalities. "I want a tattoo." He let that hang in the air for a moment, "You weren't at your shop so I came here." She made it sound as though he was a stalker - girls were more often than not flattered and considered themselves lucky when he turned his attention on them as he was generous as hell, and a great lover, but when it came to the being a "significant other" side of things, he was pretty sketchy there. He wasn't exactly the guy that you brought home to mom and pop. "And you know all about me, eh?" (NT) -- Jake, 07:36:58 06/15/05 Wed
• She let her brow ease a touch at that and straightened a little, feeling a bit of an idiot now... he'd kinda taken the wind out of her sales with that one. "Oh... right... come in then I guess." She headed into the lounge again, brushing her hair back from her face as she went to get her kit. "I don;t have many designs here with me.. you got something in mind?" (NT) -- Sharayah, 07:57:24 06/15/05 Wed
• He shrugged a little, traipsing through the apartment easily, trailing his fingers along tabletops and the like, as though appraising it, and then paused when she turned back with her question, twisting his lips a little, and then lifting his polo off of his torso. "I thought I would open myself up like a canvas for you - let you ink me up with whatever form of creativity your mind can come up with." He was a sight, that was for sure, especially when unrobed - his tanned chest littered with scars and a freckle here and there, muscles quite evident and quite abundant. (NT) -- Jake, 08:04:20 06/15/05 Wed
• She turned back around to him, arching a brow and faintly drawing a breath before pursing her lips. She lifted her dark gaze back upto him and set her jaw a little "Have you eaten in last hour? I don;t want you passing out or anything." She'd actually had a design in mind for the past couple of weeks and had been trying to get one of her brothers- or even Danny- to partake... and now she had her canvas. (NT) -- Sharayah, 08:35:15 06/15/05 Wed
• He tipped his head to the side, his expression reading you have got to be kidding me. "I think I'll be fine, babygirl - you don't have to worry about me." He couldn't remember when he'd last eaten, actually, but he was fairly sure he could handle whatever she had to dish out. His body had never failed him thus far, through a lot of shit - a little tat couldn't hurt him. He tossed his shirt to the couch easily. "So you're taking me up on my offer then?" (NT) -- Jake, 09:07:21 06/15/05 Wed
• She pursed her lips and settled down on the couch beside him "My names Sharayah." She didn;t like being given random call names like that... branded as any other girl who's pants he tried- and usually managed- to get into. "Where do you want it...." She let her gaze trail down over his torso, lingering on his chest throught fully, thats where she'd always imagined it. "What offer would that be?" (NT) -- Rayah, 12:02:10 06/15/05 Wed
• "To be your human canvas." He looked over his shoulder at his back, which was cluttered with scars and the large tribal tattoo she'd done on the back of his shoulder a few years before. "Wherever you see fit, except for my face of course... Sharayah." He raised a brow in her direction when he said her name, his dark eyes meeting hers, noting the voyage of her eyes, wetting his lips a bit. (NT) -- Jake, 12:22:18 06/15/05 Wed
• She pursed her lips before nodding to herself, yes... right there, right over his heart. She lifted her dark eyes to his a moment, holding his gaze intensly a moment as though she was reading is very sould through his eyes, trying to get to the core of him. She blinked softly after a moment and pushed him back into the back of the couch, leaning over to her kit and twisting so she sat facing him in the couch, opening up the box and selecting needles and ink and such. She put on a pair of medi-gloves and a medi-wipe and wiped over his skin quickly, before reaching for the transfere she'd had made for about a month, positioning it over his skin before pressing it on. "You got some trust in me Jake..." (NT) -- Rayah, 12:32:55 06/15/05 Wed
• The honest truth was, if he hated it, he could more than afford to have it removed - though he was sure he wouldn't hate it, and he knew she did some good work, so he knew he didn't have much to fear. He looked down at the transfer she'd pressed to his pec, and raised a brow. "Trust has entirely nothing to do with it. I think it's more about courage than anything." He smirked, and then shook his head, looking up to meet her eyes once more. He wasn't intimidated by her intense stares either. (NT) -- Jake, 12:42:16 06/15/05 Wed
• She didn;t mean to unsettle him, she just wanted to see if this was right for him.. and she thought it was, she liked to be able to see into people. "Is everything about pride and courage with you Jake?" She personally thought their were more important things- though she rarely displayed it. She wet the transfer and gently peeled back the paper, , setting back a moment to inspect it before glancing up at him "That okay for you?" She hated to admit it- but it looked perfect. (NT) -- Rayah, 12:56:47 06/15/05 Wed
• He raised a brow at her question, looking up to meet her eyes. "It's fine. You're getting awfully personal, aren't you?" He wasn't here to discuss the reasons that people were the way that they were - in fact, he rarely discussed that. "I'll pay for a tat, but not the therapy, thanks." He knew he wouldn't end up paying for the tat though, he could charm that much out of her - he could read the pleasure in her eyes when she saw the way the design looked on his chest. (NT) -- Jake, 13:04:55 06/15/05 Wed
• She arched a brow and glanced up at him, he was the one that had started all this. "Fine." She lowered her gaze back to his chest and selected a needle, loading the ink and turning it on. She wasn;lt trying to give him therapy, just making conversation- but she could do this in silence- no worries. She took the electric needle to his chest, pursing her lips in concentration as she started on the outline. (NT) -- Rayah, 13:54:21 06/15/05 Wed
• He had never been a good one for conversation, to tell the truth. He was formidable making business deals and contracts and that sort of thing, but when it came to true social graces, he lacked, just a little bit. He quieted for a moment, the slight burning from her needle was almost exquisite - but he'd always been strange that way, enjoying a bit of pain now and again - it was pleasurable and reminded him he was real. He tipped his head down to get a look at the beginnings of her work. (NT) -- Jake, 13:00:50 06/24/05 Fri
• She was deep in concentration now, drawing the outline of the tattoo with care and skill, her teeth clasping her lower lip softly at one side. With some people it was the noise that sent shivers down their backs, the high insistant buzz that she actually liked, others hated the filling in, but she;d never known anyone as relaxed as he was now. She didn;t dwell on it however- she just did the tattoo as he'd requested. (NT) -- Rayah, 13:47:18 06/24/05 Fri