Evelyn.
"You know what we should do?" Hailey tipsily exclaimed, "We should get tattoos!"
I refused to say the million different things going through my head in that moment, merely taking another sip of the nonalcoholic drink in my hand. Of course at my celebration, everyone but me would get drunk.
Finally, I responded, "That's not such a good idea H."
She groaned, nearly falling off bar stool, "Why not? Aren't we celebrating your promotion to Executive Manager accountant?"
"Yeah," I glanced over to Luke and Ashton, who both had knowing smiles at the lie we had told them.
Obviously, we couldn't just tell them that I was now the FBI Chief of our region, but we had to come up with something.
Personally, I'm just itching to give someone a command or two.
I sipped my drink as she continued.
Hailey rested her head against me, sipping from her beer, "Then let's go."
Luke offered, "I've been meaning to get a touchup on my bird tattoo anyways."
I groaned, rolling my eyes in an attempt not to see any of their faces ever again. Like that would work. If it did, perhaps I would have gotten rid of them all sooner.
But no matter- we would go regardless.
Luke knew a tattoo artist downtown, a professional one.
"I'm going to get your name below my boob," Hailey smiled to Ashton, who laughed a little too loud. Yeah, there was no way I was going to let her do that. No way in hell.
Luke nudged my shoulder, turning my attention as we entered the little shop, "What about you? You gonna get my name under your boob?"
I feigned a dramatic love, placing a hand on his cheek lightly, "Oh yes- it's a true act of love."
He chuckled, wrapping his around my shoulder, pulling me tightly into him. The tattoo artist came into view, gloves and apron on.
"Hey Luke," The man fist bumped him, "What can I do for you?"
"I want a tattoo," Hailey slurred lightly. The man laughed before turning back to Luke.
Despite myself, I spoke up slightly, "I want to go first."
He turned to me, confused but excited for me. I stepped towards to the chair, laying my arm out and rolling up for my sleeve.
"What is it that you want?"
I glanced over to Luke, then to Ashton. I said to the tattoo artist, " I want a PM, with a circle around it. All in red ink."
Both men whipped their heads around to look at me, only them understanding the meaning. Hailey absent mindedly furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "Huh?"
I dismissed her, "Inside joke at work."
She nodded, turning her dazed attention back to the walls and the curious drawings around.
Luke paused me, "Are you sure?"
This was my entire life. If I was going to be permanently traumatized by something, I might as well have it be therapeutic.
Tattoos can be so therapeutic.
I took a breath, nodding and turning to the tattoo artist.
"I'm sure."
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I ended up getting two tattoos. I got that circle commemorating Patrick Mendoza, my entire life work.
And the other one to match Hailey, much to my annoyance.
I held up the side of my wrist, a small H engraved into it with black ink. Hailey smiled proudly, holding her wrist up with her E on hers.
"Now you're stuck with me forever," Hailey smiled, pointing to her initial on my wrist. I rolled my eyes, though a smile teased my lips lightly.
We might as well have just gotten each other's names on our foreheads, considering the fact that we would never be separated anyways.
I turned around to see Luke laying in the tattoo chair, his shirt off with his arm being worked on by the tattoo artist.
I tried not to stare at him, his chest heaving slightly- though he was not in pain whatsoever, it appeared.
So fucking sexy.
I bit my lip as he turned his head over to look at me, his smile widening at the sight of me staring.
He beckoned me with his fingers as I moved over to him, entranced. He patted his lap for me to sit on as I hesitantly did so. He touched his nontattooed arm to my thigh; I reached over to intertwine my fingers with his.
"How you doing over there?" I playfully asked as he smiled lightly. Luke pulled me down to press a kiss to my lips, smirking against me.
He pulled away and glanced over his tattoo, before looking back to me, "Pretty good. Doesn't hurt."
"It doesn't?" I was slightly surprised to hear so, even though I knew he was not in pain already. It really was quite exquisite to see, the lack of pain.
Tattoos can be so hard to get used to, and the placing of his was one of the most famous to hurt.
It took a few minutes before the tattoo artist pulled away, cleaning off the area before moving his seat away. Luke's bicep tensed as he finally sat up, the tattoo done.
He finally answered, "Nothing hurts when I'm looking at you."
I gazed at him, his blue eyes dilating just at the sight of me. His blond curls fell into his face as I let my mind drift away.
Completely opening up and sharing your feelings and life with them daily, that's what constitutes a healthy relationship. But, it must be mutual. If a particular area is lacking on either side of the relationship, it makes it unideal and unhealthy.
It was so definitely mutual.
It's terrifying to be this way. Terrifying to be so open with someone to the point where you give them every part of you, no matter how much you don't want to.
Because love is scary, it's basically giving someone a map of all your flaws and imperfections and putting faith in them to not abuse that power. And that can be so beautiful; it makes you do the hardest thing a human could ever do, be vulnerable.
I like him a lot, a lot a lot.
It's hard to say to him, but the way he squeezes my hand when he catches me looking at him.
I'm pretty sure he knows anyways.
"Hey," He leaned down to kiss the side of my head, "Wanna come over when we're done here?"
I glanced over to see Ashton getting ready to get his tattoo done.
I sighed, turning back to Luke with a slight whine in my voice, though I didn't mean to, "Can't we just go now?"
His smirk grew wider as he nodded.
"We're gonna get going," Luke quickly bid them goodbye before turning to me and taking me over to his car.
"Let me open the door for you," Luke made a dramatic gesture of opening the door for me, leaning in at his last word, "Chief Fitzgerald."
I rolled my eyes, shoving the man before situating myself into the car, letting him drive me home.
He opened the door of his house, pulling me tightly against him. Luke wasted no time lifting me up, walking me over to the couch and teasingly tossing me down on it.
"Behave yourself Luke," I tried to firmly command, though my composure was instantly lost at the feeling of his hands ghosting my body.
My stomach flipped at the sight of him: his body hovering over mine. His hands dug into the cushion next to my head as he leaned down to press himself against me.
He gripped my hand, pinning it down above my head as he started to leave open mouthed kisses on my neck. I sighed, turning my head for more access.
He pulled at the shirt covering my body, moving it over to give himself more room.
Luke smirked against the skin, teasing it with his teeth, "You like that? You like when I kiss you?"
Luke was always so dominating, so pressing against me. It was always him on top, domineering when it came to things like this.
Not right now.
I pushed him back with force, causing him to sit up.
He stared at me in confusion.
I pushed his shoulders back onto the couch and shifted onto his lap, moving myself over him. When I pressed my hips down to his, I think he got the hint.
"Evelyn stop right now," He gritted, trying to gain control in the situation, though he was definitely failing.
"Stop what?" I innocently murmured, moving against his growing crotch.
"I swear to god-" His voice died out as I moved my hips around in a smooth circle, pressing my body against his.
I heard him breathe out a low fuck before moving his hands up my sides, letting his fingers play with the hem of my shirt.
Luke sighed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes shut. I shifted my hips once more against him, his breath hitching as he grabbed the sides of my hips to guide them.
"Alright," He sighed, beginning to ramble, "Alright, alright you win."
I smirked, reaching to throw off his shirt. I did the same with my own, discarding the bra just as quickly.
Regretfully, I pulled off his hips- just a little. I dragged down his pants, my own coming off just as fast.
Luke lifted my hips, pressing me down on his tip as I slowly lowered myself down. It was a slow movement, the angle penetrating much deeper.
His hands slid off of me and onto the back of the couch next to him, gripping the cushions with force.
Luke's head fell back with a choked sigh when my hips were completely flush to his.
The feeling of being completely filled drove me crazy, dizzying me in a way I could not begin to explain.
I tossed my head back, slowly lifting my head up and then sinking my hips right back down.
He sucked a hissed breath at the feeling, reaching up to grip my hips, "Oh shit."
I let my my forehead fall onto his shoulder, my hair falling over my face as I continued to move up and down.
"Please," I nearly begged, my eyes shutting tight at the pleasure overwhelming me. I could barely speak, barely verbalize anything other than how much I needed him.
Luke wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as I felt sweat bead up on my chest.
Pleasure began to rack my stomach, taking me over as I felt his pulsating tip repeatedly pounded inside me.
I don't think anything is more addicting than him.
Moments went by before I felt it flood me, waves of pleasure twisting and churning my stomach.
Oversensitive, I ignored the aching feeling, continuing to help Luke finish off.
He groaned lowly and loudly, the sound ripping through the air.
"Oh fuck, fuck Eve. You feel so good baby," My stomach fluttered at the nickname. It was like a switch of personality, the man using darling in sweet moments between us, and baby in passion.
He finally finished off, shifting me off of his shaft and fitting back on his sweatpants. Luke reached over to hand me his boxers and large shirt as I took it, smiling.
"You're driving me insane Eve," Luke chuckled. I rested my head against his bare chest, his hand brushing through my hair as tiredness took over me.
"Same to you," I lazily offered as he laughed loudly. He tapped my back, flipping on the TV and letting us enjoy whatever was on.
Though, nothing actually mattered. Nothing other than me and him.
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you guys are gonna LOVE the next chapter. it's gonna be LONG. LONG. LONG.
it's so action packed and ready for everything you guys are looking for. i'm almost done with it for you guys- maybe in a day or two it'll be done.
all that crazy jazz.
cant wait.
mwah, luke forever.
-m <3