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Nicki
I grab my bag today I don't have work and I get to see Katorah and it honestly makes me happy. She knows I'm coming today but as soon as I turn the gps on, it says traffic is ahead. I'm gonna be late as usual.
As much as I insisted, Kat got us us some food already.
I'm gonna catch her on an off day and make her something before she wakes up, she won't be able to fight me on it then.
I walk into the doors of the tattoo shop and greet everyone. They know who I am already and point to the back room. They usually have extra inks and stuff there.
I open that door and see my favorite person in the world.
Katorah is practicing on fake skin, shading and whatnot. She told me about this earlier but I'm not a tattooist so I don't know literal terms. Her right hand is sooo shaky. It's all in her head.
"Hey."
Katorah throws the tattoo gun.
"Aye, don't do that."
I quickly go to her side and kiss the side of her head. This is the first time I seen her breaking down. It's usually her calming me down.
She must've been on this for hours.
"Man I might as well quit."
"Shut the fuck up, Katorah. You healin', don't beat chaself up for not being at 100% after everything you been through!"
Katorah was in a nasty car wreck that almost costed her her arm. I was her surgeon, after I operated on her she had me hooked from the beginning with those tattoos and I just had to check up on her.
She groans, "I just--" and then crosses her arms and reclines in the chair.
She's a very anal person. Hard on herself when she shouldn't be.
I've seen her go from being in a coma and critical condition to being back to how she was before and more active and passionate in everything she does. Katorah is a special woman and you don't see a lot of lucky people when it comes to who passes through the ER.
All it took for me was analyzing her tattoo as I worked on her hand and I knew Katorah would stay in my life forever.
We are in a situation-ship. Her reason is lack of confidence and my reason is a busy work schedule. But we have a schedule of our own. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday I work pretty much for 16+ hours. Wednesday, Friday and Saturday she worked unset hours a day. Her longest tattoo was 5 hours but hasn't had one that long since. So she's home by like 4pm or so, everyday she works. Friday and Saturday, we've made it a point to always be in eachother's coochies.
Katorah is a chef on the side too, she insists on taking care of me and giving me massages. She's really such a dream and breath of fresh air. Dare I say, we're not together, yet, but she feels like home to me. I do everything I can for her as well, but I wish my schedule wasn't as draining. I'd give anything for more quality time with her. As great and professional a cook she is, she says my food reminds her of home.
I'm glad we're una point of our relationship where we can at least steal a couple of kisses here and there and it's not awkward.
I call her Kitty.
I sit on the chair and hold my arm out and point to my wrist.
"Tattoo on me, maybe it'll be different."
"Nick, this the closest thing to human skin-- ion wanna fuck you up--"
"I don't care, do it." I insist.
"Whatchu want? A butterfly?"
"Nah, yo name."
"Nick, what if I fuck it up?"
"I'm understanding."
She's hesitant as she gets new clean ink and needles and everything she needs.
I see the nerves in her eyes.
For a second I stop her, then kiss her cheek then she goes on to continue getting everything.
"You like pink, I Im getting pink ink."
I smile. I see that she's calmed down a bit. She cleans my hand and takes a deep breath. I give her a reassuring smile and bite my lip. She just writes her name in a stencil then transfers it onto my skin.
"Looks great already."
She chuckles and then starts. I've had a tattoo before so it doesn't hurt, but Katorah is shaking like crazy.
I pay attention to her focus, the way her eyes fix on my skin and the way she looks excited to tattoo me. I can tell Katorah has a true passion for this.
"Looks good, Kitty."
"You the only person I'll ever allow to call me that."
I chuckle.
"You mah Kat."
I call her Kat on the regular but today she needs to hear 'Katorah' to know that I'm serious. Katorah finished it up and just does some additional line work. It looks fantastic and it's not sugarcoating. It looks perfect and it makes me so happy that I somehow got her name on my body. She already has my name on the side of her ring finger.
"This is perfect."
She gives me a look, "deadass."
"Deadass. After everything you've been through and persevered through, this is like an autograph. I'm so blessed to know you."
Katorah has tears building up in her eyes.
I kiss her cheek then settle on her lap like usual when one of us isn't feeling well. We fit like lock and key.
"You'll get back to where you were and better."
I kiss her cheek over and over again and admire the tattoo. It's truly perfect in my eyes. She smiles hard,
_____________ I have a full short story about this pairing coming up with this storyline, it'll be up soon.
