April Posted November 6, 2015 Posted November 6, 2015 "Yeah, that works for us," Eve said as she stood. She leaned over to give her girlfriend a quick kiss and a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder before settling down into the place Lane indicated, making the adjustments she needed to her own clothing to facilitate the process. Getting comfortable, Eve flashed Becky an impish grin putting on as much of a show as she could just to ease the Canadian's nerves. There were few things in this world or others that Eve truly had much fear of, but the loss of Becky's at-times fragile self confidence was one of them.
Gizmo Posted November 10, 2015 Author Posted November 10, 2015 Fortunately for Eve's concerns any apprehension Becky felt about the tattooing process or partially disrobing in the parlour was outweighed by her curiosity as she watched Lane's work intently and spoke up with the occasional question when she was sure she didn't risk distracting the artist. Much as she had when she and Eve had first met she was more than willing to power through her sometimes wavering confidence where new experiences and more importantly a certain white haired Frenchwoman were concerned. Having shown the heiress a few a few different claw mark designs as examples to get a better idea of what she was going for, Lane settled on an elegantly simple geometric pattern in plain black ink which evoked the desired imagery while contrasting starkly with Eve's pale skin. If there'd been any doubt regarding the success of the aesthetic an appreciative if not entirely human rumble from Becky as the tattoo began to take shape resolved them thoroughly.
April Posted November 28, 2015 Posted November 28, 2015 It was evident from the large grin on her face that Eve was enjoying Becky's curiosity as Lane got down to business. The Frenchwoman answered whatever questions her girlfriend may have had for her, described the sensation of the tattooing process and in general did what she could to prepare Becky for her own. Overall the process was finished in less than half an hour when suddenly it was Becky's turn. "Alright kitten," Eve said as she posed for the photo Lane liked to take of her completed work, "It's your turn."
Gizmo Posted November 28, 2015 Author Posted November 28, 2015 "Right. My turn. Wuff." Hands pensively on her hips Becky's attention was pulled from admiring the stark claw design on Eve to looking over to the array of tattooing equipment that had put it there. "Worried about the pain?" Lane asked not unsympathetically when the Canadian didn't immediately get into the chair her girlfriend had vacated. "No use fretting, luv. Big gal like you'll be fine." Becky snorted wryly. "Yeah, no, I'm not worried about that part. I just have... strong reflexes. Don't want to, uh, knock your arm in the middle or anything." She shot a look toward Eve as she took a deep breath and unbuttoned her pants. It probably went without saying but she expected she was going to need a little help keeping the wendigo quiet for this one.
April Posted November 29, 2015 Posted November 29, 2015 Eve's playful and teasing demeanor had shifted to become a little more gentle and supporting, the moment of transformation so subtle that nobody but Becky (or Trevor were he present) would notice. And they would be forgiven for not noticing, nobody else carried a mental link with the French telepath like they did. As Becky settled into the seat, Eve caught hold of her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "You'll be fine, Becky." --There is nothing we can't do together. You have my love and support, now and always.--
Gizmo Posted December 8, 2015 Author Posted December 8, 2015 --You sure know what to say to a girl,-- Becky replied silently, a bit of a blush creeping into her cheeks despite her best efforts. If Lane guessed that there was anything more to their exchange than a meaningful look she didn't let on but she did busy herself readying her equipment for a little longer than a practiced professional probably needed. When the couple seemed to have gotten themselves settled she turned her attention back to the task at hand, beginning her work outlining the design for Becky's tattoo. Eve picked up a low, dangerous growl from deep in the back of the Canadian's psyche but Becky pushed it down easily enough with her support, holding her form apart from the way the muscles in her shoulders tensed with a little more definition than they'd had a moment before.
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