Music, Tattoos, and Muscles

Chapter 2: Cold

(Mentions of bare skin. You have been warned.)

Samantha rubbed her forehead. Five noisy brothers, nine equally loud cousins, eight aunts and uncles trying to eat, two parents ready to kill something, and one extremely annoyed rat grandfather/sensei.

  Its was shaping out to be a long day off.

Her phone buzzed and Sam quickly answered.

"Hello?"

"Sam, you know that guy with the big back tattoo that you did?" Maggie, her boss asked.

"Yeah, black hair, brown eyes, 6"2, built like a linebacker?"

"Yep that's the one. He's here."

"Its my day off."

She actually wanted to go into work, but she put on a show as not to hurt her family's feelings.

"He requested you."

"I'll be there in a few," Sam said and hung up.

"I have to go head in to work, don't wait up," She called over her shoulder as she shut the door.

Finally peace and quiet. 

Even though it was a bit breezy outside, Sam didn't mind walking to the tattoo parlor. It was nearby. Even so her teeth started to chatter before she was half way there.

She was shivering from head to toe as she entered the shop. 

Maggie had her feet propped up on the front desk, a nail file in hand. She waved the file towards Sam's normal booth.

"G-g-good morning," Sam said, trying to control her chattering teeth.

"Oh, I didn't know it was cold outside," the man said jumping to his feet. A sketch pad dropped to the floor along with a pencil. 

"Its n-n-n-not. Just for-g-g-g-g-got to g-g-g-g-grab m-m-m-my coat," Sam said, grateful for the man's help as she sat down. 

"Here."

The man draped his black and red flannel shirt around her shoulders. It was a little better, but she was still really cold and wet too.

Sam looked down at herself. Soaked to the bone with rain water. 

"My name's Virgil."

"Sam." 

She sat there shivering when Sam caught a glace of Virgil pulling off his undershirt and pants.

"W-w-w-w-what are y-y-y-y-y-you d-d-d-d-d-doing?"

"You could get hypothermia if you warm up fast. Pull off those wet clothes and I share my body heat with you."

"Not hap-p-p-p-p-penning."

Sam's body had a completely different option, one that she had to fight from showing. 

Virgil rolled his eyes and pulled something out of his bag. His ID, on the top of which the letters 'IR' were stamped.

Sewer apples. Now she had really gone and done it. Made a fool of herself in front of Virgil Tracy.

"Let me help you," Virgil said pulling off her dripping wet t-shirt.

Suddenly, Sam wasn't in control of her body. She slammed her lips onto Virgil's.

At first, he tensed but he soon relaxed. His warm hands ran down her chilled stomach, stopping at her waist line of her pants. He stopped. 

"Go ahead," Sam said pulling away from the kiss.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." It was all Sam could do to stop from moaning. 

"Okay," Virgil said. Sam slabbed her lips onto his again.

She helped him pull her pants off of her and then she wrapped her legs around his waist. Weather it was the cold or the fact it was Virgil Tracy, Sam was willing to loose it right then and there. 

"Take it easy." Virgil said grabbing a blanket for his backpack.

Sam blushed deep red and pulled away. Why was she so out of control today? She unwrapped herself from around him and sat down in the padded seat used for customers when they were getting tattooed. 

Virgil sat down next to her and wrapped the blanket around the both of them. Sam felt a shiver run down her spine. He pulled her a bit closer as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.