Trouble in paradise (official)

Chapter 75 "cheer up baby pt3"

"And now it's just me and you, baby." Ran hummed, reaching into a drawer to grab a few ink trays.
"Feel free to take a seat, Lani, don't be shy," he chuckled to himself while laying out all the supplies he needed, including needles, gloves, and a few disinfectant wipes. She gave him an annoyed look before settling into the large black leather chair. Ran rolled over to her on a small chair and grinned, "So, are you up for getting a tattoo today?" He pressed a button to recline the chair back for her.

"By who?"

"By me of course."

"By you? Haha.....Oh hell no."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, I just felt like saying no." She teases, checking out her nails.

"It's like you get off on fucking with me," he said with a playful sniffle.

"Oh my god no, I was kidding. Don't say that!"

"Sure you were!"

"I'm serious," she pouts.

"I know."

"Alright, anyways, so what do you wanna tat on me?"

"Whatever it is you want? I know you've been saying you wanted one for a while now. So, I can draw it up and make the stencil for you."

"Hmm, whatever it is I want?" She tapped her fingertip on her chin, her eyes scanning the room as she tried to come up with an idea. Her gaze unintentionally landed on Ran, who was busy testing his tattoo gun, adjusting the settings while stepping on the foot pedal. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty about the last time they talked, she totally shut down on him. Lani recognized that this was him trying to make her feel better. This little scavenger hunt has his name written all over it. The gesture was so typically Ran, she appreciated it.

"I'll definitely apologize to him first. I think I might have overreacted and unfairly took out my anger on him. Maybe I'll ease into it and flirt with him a bit."

"Okay, I've made up my mind."

"Really? That was quick. Aight, what do you want?"

With a mischievous smile, she pointed at his neck. "I want this right here."

Ran furrowed his brow and tilted his head. "For real?"

Lani grinned and nodded.

"You want our symbol tattooed on you as your very first tattoo?"

"I do."

He wore a smirk, his arms folded as he slowly turned in his chair.

"Do you understand what this shit means, if I ink this on you?"

"Yes, I do."

"This isn't just some random design we slap on for funsies. It's not for play play, this holds a deeper meaning in our world. If anyone were to spot you with this, they'd recognize your connection to or affiliation with Bonten. Like, do you think you're truly ready to embrace that responsibility, Lani?"

"Yes, Ran I know." She whispered, turning her body towards him and slowly moving her thighs open. The look in her eyes was considerably enticing, the way she always seemed to lure him in, calling him. Ran pauses before letting out a soft laugh. He shakes his head and adjusts his chair down to her level. He then grabs a new razor and a marker, debating on if he really wanted to do this shit for her. "I understand exactly what this means to you."

"I personally wouldn't want to 'brand you' like this," he said as he put on a pair of latex gloves. "That's just my own selfishness, though. But when I see you sitting here, looking so beautiful, how can I possibly say no? So, I'll do it if that's what you want, baby. But once more, I have to ask: Are you absolutely certain? Is this truly what you want me to ink on you? Like, are you absolutely, positively sure? Cuz don't cuss me out if you regret it later."

"You did say I can have anything I want, right?" She leaned in, biting her lip, and whispered in his ear, "And I don't see it as branding me. I'm already a part of Bonten, right?" She smiled.

He raised an eyebrow at her comment, feeling a shiver run down his back. "Right then, as you wish," he moved closer to her, placing his hand on her waist gently caressing her curves. "Where do you want it, baby?" He smiled sweetly at her.

"Something small, right here on my thigh," she said,  making small circles on the top of her inner thigh. "You can even add some flowers behind it if you want." As the suggestion hung in the air, a subtle tension seemed to swirl between them.