War and Peace and Pancakes

Shooting Stars

"I don't really want to watch a movie." Sam had been fidgeting and shifting the last twenty minutes, so her finally sitting up and voicing her disinterest didn't surprise Urdu a great deal.

"What do you want to do?"Tim murmured lazily, still rather content where he was between the two of them.

"Get a tattoo." Sam grinned brilliantly to Urdu, her expression hopeful.

"Alright." Urdu nodded. She had been planning on asking them soon, but as Sam's idea it made more sense. "I can tattoo you."

"And Tim." Tim grinned and sat up, giving Urdu a smirk. "You're not getting that gun out again without giving me another tattoo."

She laughed softly, "alright. A tattoo for Tim and Sam."

"They have to match." Sam beamed to her, though she pouted softly, "but you need one too, Urdie."

"Even if I could tattoo myself, If I do it in this form, it stays in every other one I have." Urdu offered absently as she stood and walked back towards the kitchen.

"That's... the point, love. Tattoos are supposed to be permanent." Tim laughed softly, the two of them following her after a few moments.

"Alright. I have something in mind... Sam, where do you want yours?" Urdu glanced up from where she was putting her gun together, watching the two of them. They were both standing in the doorway, Tim's arm over Sam's shoulder as the witch leaned into him, her red hair half falling out of it's bun from their earlier cuddles. Tim turned and kissed Sam's forehead but his eyes were on Urdu, shining with an emotion that made her heart ache.

"Where's Timmy getting his?" Sam looked up to the vampire, grinning and running her hands under his shirt, slowly pulling it off of him.

Tim laughed and stooped to allow her the ability to guide his shirt over his head. "Urdu has always just picked for me."

"His back." Urdu hummed softly, grinning when Sam nodded and turned him around so that she could see the vampire's back. When Sam gave her a hopeful look over Tim's shoulder, Urdu laughed softly and motioned for them to come closer. "Your side. I'll do you first, Samantha."

Urdu watched Tim guide their witch to sit on a chair backwards much like Meri had been only an hour ago. Sam pulled off her shirt and bra, leaning into the back of the chair with a shiver as her skin touched the cold wood.

As Urdu finished setting up her gun, Tim spun a chair in front of Sam's, straddling it as well, so that the two of them were sitting face to face. Sam slid her arms over Tim's shoulders, closing her eyes and leaning her forehead against his.

"Ok. I'm ready Urdie."

Urdu nodded, trailing her fingers over the woman's side, crouching down on the floor and trailing kisses along her skin, letting the woman relax as Tim wrapped his arms around her shoulder area, gently stroking Sam's neck.

"Tell me a story, Urdie." Sam's voice was laced with a tiny bit of fear and tension, causing Urdu to kiss her ribs once more.

"There once was a demon... who needed to not be a demon anymore. The world needed him to be something else, though he knew none of his friends would understand. They would try to stop him, even if he was doing it so everyone else could be ok. There was nothing wrong about being a demon, nothing at all. And surely, to stop becoming a demon, one would die. For the only way to stop being a demon, would be to remove his horns." Urdu murmured softly as she began Sam's tattoo.

It spanned part of one side of her back and over her ribs, far enough away so as to not interfere with the tattoos the woman already had. In the centre, were two swords, a massive, scarred and ancient longsword and a beautiful but deadly, curving blade. They were crossed in a tangle of a rose bush, the blossoms the same colours as the one on Tim's arm. Though she used the vines to scrawl a protection spell as well as a hidden image in the winding, scrawling thorns and stems.

"Why did the world need him to not be a demon?" Sam asked softly, pulling Urdu's attention to realize she had stopped talking for a bit.

Urdu continued shading for a moment, before offering a shrug. "Because somethings are bigger than self. Some things... require more than you're really ready to give. But though he was going to lose all his friends, he was going to help them in the end. What needed to be done, couldn't be done by a demon. But he was the only one who could do it. So he travelled through the night, seeking out dark corners and wisdom, searching for a way to be who he was, but not all at the same time. "

Urdu grinned and shifted back to stand. "There. Done."

And as simple as that, the story was forgotten about, as Sam turned to look at it, before beaming and running towards the bathroom. "Hold on! I gotta see it! It's beautiful."

Tim was watching her, that clever mind of his whirring, his mouth opening to ask a question she couldn't answer, when Sam let out a squeal of glee. "Tim! Did you see it! It's us!" The witch was back in the kitchen turning to show Tim what she was talking about. "Urdu and You and Me. Oh, Urdie...it's perfect."

Urdu laughed and gingerly bandaged up the tattoo, before shifting to move behind Tim as Sam continued to gush about it. She ran one hand over Tim's back, feeling his muscles tremble under her touch. "Ready?"

"Of course, my love." Tim growled in pleasure, though he laughed softly as Sam sat down on her chair again and laced her arms over his.

Thankfully, Sam had decided to take up the mantle of talking while Urdu worked. It was a similar picture that spanned his back and she added to the protection spells that he already had, but the images hidden in the vines, they were different. The swords were reversed from Sam's, though nearly identical otherwise, crossed from shoulder to hip for the long sword, and slightly shorter than that for the curved blade.

Though Tim tried to hold back the pleasure being caused by Urdu's needle, even Sam seemed to notice his enjoyment by the end of the work. She had just gotten up to grab ice cream, for Tim, though she was licking at a spoonful as she sat down, when Urdu noticed her grin. The witch's own pleasure spiking before she leaned forward to kiss the vampire deeply.

"Sam..." Tim sounded hesitant, though he let out a low noise as Sam shifted to slide into his lap.

Urdu paused to allow Tim to shift backwards to accommodate the witch, who proceeded to put the ice cream container down on the table and returned to kissing their vampire. Urdu watched the witch's hands roam over Tim's chest and arms as she finished the tattoo, fairly certain neither one of them noticed when she did.

So she shifted backwards and sat on the floor to watch Tim and Sam kissing, their hands roving one another's bodies. Leaning against the far cupboards, she watched as Tim teased and stroked Sam. His strokes drew out soft sounds of pleasure that were matched by his own growls of enjoyment as Sam's hands grew bold and shifted between them. Sam had been , as she asked, watching the two of them make love the past few weeks, progressing to joining in with kisses and caresses while they pleasured one another.

"Sam..."Tim gasped against the witch's lips, his tone pleading. He arched into the woman's hand as she stroked him.

"Please?" Sam whispered back, drawing a shiver from Urdu as she watched Tim stand and push the contents of the table aside before he laid Sam down on it, his arms bracing her as she tugged down his pants eagerly.

The waves of pleasure coming off of the two of them were enough to intoxicate Urdu as she breathed in their ecstasy. She knew their bodies, their sounds and the way they moved by heart. Urdu's eyes closed as she listened and felt their lovemaking as surely as if she had joined in, letting it wash over her.

It shook her, just as much as it shook the two of them as they climaxed together, sending sparks of Sam's power through the air. The witch's pink magic danced over her skin and caused her to shudder with pleasure.