Jaden: "It's not exactly hacking, sweetheart. It's a button. You click it. It's just a picture."
You: "I just had my ex scream at me for 10 minutes because of that pict-"
Jaden interrupts you with a kiss that silenced everything brewing in your head and turning all of that frustration into excitement. He bites your bottom lip gently before asking: "Want to make him really jealous?"
You: *hoping whatever he answers involves returning his lips to yours* "What did you have in mind."
Jaden: "There's someone here I want you to meet."
You're more confused than ever as he drags you into a slightly quieter living room at the back of the house. There is a guy sitting at a table with gloves on and an entire set up spread across the table of ink.
Jaden: "This is my friend Troy. He's a tattoo artist in town and he comes to these sometimes to make a little extra cash. He owes me a favor, so why don't you have a seat and pick something as pretty as you."
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You: "Jaden, I don't know if I can do that."
Jaden: "C'mon. Let's show that boyfriend, and your parents, and anyone else who wants to challenge it that you own your damn self."
You plop down in the chair and point to a quote that made you laugh. Troy asked: "Where are we putting this?"
You lift your shirt exposing your bra and drag your finger across your ribcage: "Right along here."
Troy: "First tattoo? That's a tough spot?"
Jaden: "This one is tougher than you'd think. She can handle it."
When the needle first pierces your skin you wince but nod to Troy to keep going. You don't take your eyes off Jaden as the deep bass of the music in the other room pumps through you distracting you. The pain starts to feel hypnotic towards the end and you almost start to see why there is such a fine line between pleasure and pain. Troy nods at Jaden understanding that it was paid for with some debt between the boys. He cleans it up for you and tells you how to keep it healthy as it heals. As Troy holds up a mirror for you to see the finished tattoo, you run your finger across the words softly and bite your lip as you smile at Jaden.
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You cut off the end of the instructions by jumping into Jadens arms and kissing him more intensely than you'd had the nerve to just a while ago. Still attached at the lips, he pushes you back towards the staircase behind you. You let him lead you upstairs and into the first empty bedroom you find.
Jaden: "Can I see it again?"
You pull your shirt over your head as you lay back on the bed. You weren't as drunk as before the tattoo, but drunk enough to not talk yourself out of something you were really wanting. Jaden laid above you moving his lips from yours down your neck, across your chest, and then down your side. He stopped at the fresh tattoo and placed a gentle kiss just below it before pulling your jeans off. By the time he returned his tongue to yours, there was a pile of clothes on the floor and the last thing you heard was the crinkle of the wrapper he pulled out of his pants pocket. You felt a surge of intensity radiate through you as he made you forget every stress you'd carried into that party with you.
*JADEN'S POV*
A few hours after you'd fallen asleep in each other's exhausted arms, Jaden was woken up to his phone vibrating. He pulled his arm away from you and rolled over to answer it. It was his roommate. He'd gotten busy at the library and missed the last bus. His uber still hadn't shown so he needed a ride.
Jaden sat up and quietly started gathering all of his things and sitting her clothes next to her debating if he should wake her up. She looked so beautiful laying there wrapped in sheets with her dark brown hair swirled across the white pillow. He grabbed his phone and took a picture of her making sure she was covered. He didn't need her getting mad at him again over a racy pic, he just wanted to remember her in case he didn't see her again. He laughed at the memory of how mad she'd been over the snapchat selfie so he reached into her pile of clothes and pulled out her phone to snap another and post it. Sure it might make her mad, but maybe if she saw it after she got home, it'd make her remember the night they'd had and she'd be willing to see him again.
He decided to lock the door on his way out so no one wandered in the room and saw a passed out half-naked girl and did anything to put her in danger.
