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The pitiful whimper that escaped you had Sevika’s eyes darting up to meet yours, the needles probing at the sensitive skin of your abdomen being the least of your worries as those pretty gray eyes bore into your soul. This certainly wasn’t your first rodeo with her but you were starting to regret not taking the pain scale talk from her seriously. She shook her head fondly as her attention returned to the piece, that irritatingly attractive smirk on her face as she teased you.
“What were your words again? I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” She was close enough that you could feel her breath when she chuckled, you appreciated the dedication to perfecting her linework but her close proximity could make it very difficult to keep your composure at times.
The mocking of your voice prompted a grumble from you, you were tempted to send a death glare her way but she was already in focus mode. “It’s a wonder I keep booking appointments with you, are you like this with everybody you ink?”
She seemed to ponder the question seriously for a moment, adjusting her position so she could aid you in keeping still when it was needed, “Only in the sense of my style being consistent, most people prefer silence over bickering with the person holding the needle. Now, bare with me here it’s probably gonna get worse.” Her large hand was pressed against your hip to keep you steady, thumb brushing against the fabric of your shorts to console you when she caught the sound of your breath hitching.
“I know, I know, just try and relax sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
How the hell did she expect you to relax when she was talking to you like that? Admittedly, it may have been a solid reason as to why you kept crawling back to her, her honeyed praises sticking with you until she could fill your brain with new ones upon your next meeting, it was unfair how her voice could stay in your head so long. Among other things. You loved her work as well obviously but an incredibly attractive woman coddling you while she used your body as a canvas? You wouldn't be caught complaining.
The first time you were getting a piece done by her you were so worked up by the praising and pet names you thought you were gonna pass out, she attributed it to the fact that it might have been something you took within the time frame of your appointment and to spare yourself of the embarrassment you went along with it.
“If you keep sucking in air like that you’re gonna black out on me hun.” You hadn’t even realized she stopped until her voice broke through the fog in your brain, you knew she was definitely enjoying the view as heat bloomed across your face, so much for not embarrassing yourself. She watched you carefully as you attempted to focus on your breathing, waiting until your breaths were less ragged before allowing the needle to make contact with your skin again. “That’s it, just keep taking deep breaths for me doll, such a good girl”
Between the stinging pain across your abdomen and the way her whispered praises echoed in your fuzzy brain, keeping it together was proving to be very difficult. By the time her hand had traveled to rest partially on your lower stomach you accepted the fact that you might just die then and there. The pain eventually dulled to something more manageable as she worked her way down, the hum of the machine completely tuned out with your pulse pounding in your ears. Sevika had seemed to pick up on your lack of coherency, drawing your gaze back to meet hers with a sharp whistle every time she thought you were drifting off on her.
“Stay with me angel, you’ve been taking it so well. No need to fall short on me now.”
Your poor brain was so overwhelmed you didn’t even comprehend that you were speaking out loud. What came out sounded more like a moan than anything else, “Fuck me.”
The wires in your brain were apparently functional after all, the hearty chuckles coming from the woman working on you dragging you out of your haze as your eyes widened in shock, you didn’t even know where to begin with apologizing. You were opening and closing your mouth, producing nothing but incomplete sentences,“Sevika I-, I swear I didn’t mean to, jesus fucking christ..”
She wasn’t deterred by your babbling, at least she didn’t appear to be, if anything she seemed oddly pleased. Her voice interrupted your train of thought again, stopping you from planning a spontaneous escape route due to your humiliation. “Look, if you keep making noises like that every time you see me I think I’m gonna have to start paying you.” As always, she was patient with you, staying quiet as you put two and two together, finally working up the courage to say something when you could prop yourself up on your elbows.
“Have you been flirting with me this whole time?”
“No, I just so happen to call all of my clients good girls.”
In your defense, imagining Sevika praising a long-bearded biker for how well they were doing was very amusing.