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cursivetalk · 3 years ago

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The Taste Of Ink

Mikey Way X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: you're a tattoo artist who just got a walk in client who requests a wrist tattoo. It takes you a moment to realise who's sitting in front of you though

The woman flinched a bit away from the tattoo needle, I was pressing on her shoulder blade. She kept smiling though, probably trying to laugh the pain away.

"Only a little longer,"I told her, concentrated on the left wing of the angel I was putting on her skin. She nodded her head and squeezed the seat with her right hand.

My nose was almost touching her skin as I tried to get the faint lines as precise as possible. To distract her I talked to her and hummed along to the song that was playing in the background. "Do you have any plans for today?"

She nodded, relaxing just the slightest bit. "Yes, I want to go out with my girlfriend this evening to this fancy new restaurant at the corner. The tattoo's a little surprise, I hope she likes it."

"I'm sure she will," I told her and took the needle away to gently rub antiseptic on her skin.

She hissed once again but stayed perfectly still. I took off my rubber gloves and tossed them in the bin. "You wanna see it?"

"Yes, please."

So I guided her to the mirror in the staff room and held up another so she could see herself properly. The moment, she thanked me enthusiastically with a hug, I heard the familiar jingle of the door, telling me that another customer just walked in.

"A minute please!" I shouted at them.

Then, I turned back to my current customer who was smiling from cheek to cheek. That was the best part of the job, next to the art itself. Seeing the customers so happy with their new tattoo. "I love it, thanks again."

I took her to the register and gave her the obligatory talk on after care and what she should and what she shouldn't do in the next few days.

After she left the store, I turned around to the new person who was waiting patiently and looked at the pictures of the tattoos on my walls. "Can I help you?"

The first thing I noticed about the man was that he was pretty tall and had bleached blond hair that fell into his face as he turned around. He was wearing sunglasses though we were indoors. Strange. But not as strange as some other customers so I shrugged it off. Maybe he was hungover. In that case I would have to send him home, getting a tattoo like that wasn't a good idea.

But he seemed familiar. Had I tattooed him some time already? A quick scan of his body told me that no, I couldn't find anything. At least not from my gun.

"I uh, wanted to get uh, a tattoo. Do you accept walk ins?" He stumbled over his words as if he was getting shy. Aww. And I had heard his voice somewhere already. This was getting slightly creepy.

Shaking the feeling off, I nodded with a friendly smile. "Sure. Do you have decided on a tattoo already or do you want me to design you one?"

The skinny man took out a folded picture from his jeans pocket and handed it to me. "I'd like this please."

I opened it, my professional smile turning into a huge grin. I knew this spider, it was from the newest album of My Chemical Romance that came out a few weeks ago.

Already going to my computer to scan it, I asked in a playful tone: "Also a mychem fan? The album's pretty awesome, right?"

To reasons unknown to me, the man chuckled, seeming to have lost his shyness. Well, worked for me. At least I hadn't scared him off with my chatter. "I would say so."

Confused, I looked up at him. What should that-oh fuck. How could I have been so blind? My Chemical Romance was my favourite band and I didn't recognise the bassist? What was wrong with me?

Mikey fucking Way wanted me to tattoo his newest album's cover on him.

Fuck, stay calm.

I heard him giggle and decided to not do the, y'know, normal thing of maybe a bit fangirling or something and instead stared him down. It wasn't as effective as I intended it to be due to me blushing madly at the same time. Very professional.

But I was also very stubborn, so I turned back to my computer and looked for a better version of the spider to blue print it. "Where do you want to have it later?"

"My right nipple," Mikey said with a straight face.

I choked on air and whipped around to stare at him, mouth slightly agape. Then, he started to laugh madly. "I'm joking, I'm joking! God, your expressions are hilarious."

"Yes, very funny to play with your fan's little heart," I muttered bitterly around the smile I couldn't entirely hide, "but seriously, where do you want it? And do you want to get the tattoo in one sitting or more?"

"What would you recommend? And I thought my right wrist would work," he said and extended said hand to me. I quickly measured how big the spider had to be and showed it to him.

For a split second, I was tempted to tell him something along the lines of 'at least five sessions' but then my rational part of mind kicked in. Or rather the responsible one that would torture me with guilt if I went through with the first option. "I think one or two would suffice, depending on the pain. There it is!"

The last exclamation was directed at the print that came out. Mikey had taken off the sunglasses by now and was peering over my shoulder to watch me.

To be honest, I didn't know why I was so calm, considering that I always had a tiny thing for him. Maybe I was still in shock that Mikey Way actually was at my tattoo parlor to get a, well, tattoo.

I made him sit down on the chair and put the print on his wrist gently. He followed all of this curiously. "That okay?"

"Yeah, it looks great... Oh, sorry I forgot to ask for your name. I'm Mikey." I thought it was pretty cute how he pressed his lips together in embarrassment. And how he introduced himself despite the fact that we both knew that I knew who he was.

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you. If you haven't already figured, I like your band," I told him, suddenly very focused on adjusting the print carefully. These things needed to be done properly after all.

Mikey giggled. "Yeah, the music kinda gave it away."

"Huh?" I asked and then noticed the song that I had been humming along to subconsciously was Teenagers. "Oh, uh, yeah."

Who was stuttering now? Damnit, I was not a teenager anymore, stop this shit right now!

"Should I start or do you have any second guesses?" I asked as I put the ink into the tattoo machine.

Mikey shook his head. "Nope."

And he hissed as I made the first point. "Shit, Frank said that it would be barely noticeable."

I giggled. "Well, he has a bit more tattoos than you to be fair and is most likely more accustomed to it."

For a while, I worked in silence until Mikey spoke up again. Or rather pressed the words through his lips. "Fuck that hurts."

"Should I talk to you? It distracts most of my customers enough from the pain," I offered somewhat shyly. Yes, he intimidated me a bit but to be fair, he was in my favourite band, okay?

"That'd be awesome," Mikey said through gritted teeth as I hit an especially sensible nerve.

I thought for a moment as Famous Last Words started playing. Should I seriously fangirl to him about his music? Ah fuck it, I couldn't think of anything else. "I always loved this song so much. It gives off so much pain but always so much hope. It's a great ending for an album in my opinion and Gerard's vocals are just heavenly."

To my surprise, Mikey nodded along understandingly. "Yeah, it's awesome especially when we're only jamming around and Gee starts with these vocals out of nowhere. The first time I heard the song, it was so intense and I remember how he called me that day to hear my opinion on it. I think I might have actually cried."

Of course, I knew the story behind the song but that Mikey would talk about it so openly wasn't something I expected. But it distracted him from what I was doing to his wrist and I got to talk to him. I wiped away some ink.

"That's the thing that drew me - and probably most of your other fans - in. The sincerity in your songs and how you can portray every emotion so authentically that we can feel them with you."

Mikey leaned back in the chair and now stared at me and not at what my hands were doing. We talked about their music a little more and I felt myself drifting to my private live or the lack of it. Mikey listened intently and offered some stories himself or laughed with me.

He was an even more sweet person than I thought he would be and after the first few awkward minutes, we were chatting freely, me completely forgetting that I fangirled about him mere minutes ago and now just enjoyed his presence.

By the time I was finished with the outline, Mikey's arm was completely red. I put away the tattoo machine and looked at him as I shook out my hands. "I need a break and change the paint for the colouring. Do you want to finish it in one go or make another appointment?"

"I think a break would be perfect. Maybe we can look afterwards but at the moment it's okay, pain-wise," Mikey said after a little inspection of his arm. Before he could touch it, I slapped his hand away with a stern glare.

Then, I nodded and got up to make myself something to drink. "You want a Coffee too?"

His head perked up with a huge grin. "Coffee?"

His reaction was answer enough so I went to the backroom and made two cups of the hot drink.

As I came back, Mikey was on the phone with someone and had walked a little away so I took out my own phone to distract myself in the meantime. I sat down on one of the sofas and scrolled through Tumblr as I waited for my coffee to cool down.

Mikey came back shortly after and grinned at me. "That was Frank. He told me that he wanted to get another tattoo and asked whether you'd have time for him next week."

Once again, I choked on my drink. "What?"

"We're staying here because of the concert and we have the rest of the week off," Mikey said as if that would explain it.

What was next? Gerard coming in randomly to have a little chat with more coffee?

I collected myself and went over to my calendar and skipped through it. "I'm mostly free so he can come in whenever you've got time."

"Cool," Mikey nodded contently and typed away at his phone. Then, he took the seat next to me and nursed his cup.

This time, the silence was peaceful as we drank slowly. I caught myself feeling more than relaxed in Mikey's presence and not only because I was a fan. Throughout the last half an hour, I had gotten a glimpse at the Mikey that wasn't in a famous band and just himself. And as cliché as it sounded, I wanted to get to know him more.

To distract myself from these fantasies, I got up again and rinsed the cup off. Mikey followed me like a lost puppy.

"I didn't want to just put it down somewhere and make a mess," he stated and pushed me to the side gently to rinse his own cup.

Twenty minutes later that we had spent talking (no, I didn't know why he was waisting his time here with me but I certainly wouldn't question it), Mikey asked if we could maybe fill in the tattoo on another day as it felt pretty sore by now.

I nodded understandingly; I had already figured that he would say this. "Yeah, you can come together with Frank or make an appointment if you want to."

"I think I wanna come back on my own," Mikey said with a cute grin and leaned on the counter as I typed out a receipt.

He payed still smiling but stayed where he was. "Sooo, do you come to our show tomorrow?"

"No, it was sold out before I could get tickets," I told him, feeling strangely guilty as if I was letting him down or something. Which was ridiculous.

"Oh," Mikey sighed but then scrunched up his face in confusion, "wait what? I thought we weren't sold out."

Before I could say anything else, he had pulled out his phone again and went away. Out of the door and down the street. Okay?

Confused, I stared at the place he had been standing in and sighed heavily. That was fast.

I went to clean up the place to distract my thoughts from circling around a certain bassist who was a little too cute for my liking. How was I supposed to not get a crush on him if he was such a sweet person to talk to? Okay, I met him today for the first time but still. I would like to see him again. And I wasn't saying that I was in love with him, that'd be creepy. Just wanted to see him and not because he was famous but because he was a great person. I was ranting again. Inside my head. Oh God, I needed to get out more.

Before my mind could spiral down in scenarios that certainly would never happen, I distracted myself by sorting the register only to see that Mikey left his sunglasses. At least he would come back somewhere between now and next week so I would see him again.

I didn't get halfway through the register as the work phone rang. It did this only like once or twice a year so naturally, I jumped and acted a little belated.

"Hello, tattoo parlor Y/L/N?" I answered the phone.

"Hey, it's Mikey. I forgot to ask for your phone number so I took the one that was on your door. Anyway, I talked with our manager and apparently there was some trouble with the tickets so do you still wanna come?" Mikey all said in one rush, so I had to decipher for a moment what he all just said.

Did he just offer me tickets? And did he imply that he wanted my phone number? Did that mean that he wanted to stay in contact? Y/N, you have to answer his question!

"Uh, uhm sure. But you didn't need to do so much because of me, really," I told him embarrassed. At least Mikey couldn't see me blushing.

The bassist chuckled quietly. "No problem. Just come to the venue and tell them your name, I saved a ticket under it for you. The guys love the tattoo by the way."

This man would be the death of me, I was sure. First, he came to my tattoo parlor, then he was just an angel, talked with me for at least three hours straight while listening to everything I said and making me laugh and now he gave me tickets for my favourite band and he complimented my work. I actually had to sit down.

"Thank you, that means a lot to me"

"You're welcome, Y/N!" Another voice shouted from somewhere behind Mikey. Maybe it was Frank but I wasn't sure. Oh my God, the fact that they knew my name meant that Mikey had talked about me.

I giggled lightly and stroked a few loose strands of hair out of my face that was still burning. And back to thirteen year old girl it was.

"Dude, just ask for her phone number," someone mumbled in the background and immediately after that, I heard the bang of a door and Mikey clearing his throat nervously.

"Uhm yeah. Sorry about them." His voice was now significantly more quiet.

Okay, he was nervous. Because he wanted my number? "Were they serious? You want to have my number? As in staying in contact?" I couldn't help but ask.

Now, it was Mikey's turn to giggle. God, when did we go back to being awkward? "Sure. I had fun today, apart from this needle piercing my skin multiple times of course. You seem to be a cool person to be around and I wanted to keep talking to you. Sorry by the way that I ran out so fast."

"Uh, no problem," I stuttered out after a surely too long pause. Then, I gave him my phone number for what he thanked me again.

We ended the call after that and after Mikey wished me a good night and told me that he was looking forward to seeing me again.

Part two

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years ago

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 20)

"🎶It's Kismet🎶

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Once out of the overly, steamy shower, Luna and Colson sit at the kitchen table sharing a cup of coffee. Colson is bare chested, as always, in a pair of joggers. Luna has her blonde hair half up, she's wearing a simple, long sleeve, white cotton shirt and cut offs, no makeup, but tons of jewelry as usual. He fires up a joint as they talk about their last couple of days, enjoying the rarely empty kitchen.

"She really is beautiful." He thinks watching the natural light play off of her.

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"I don't think I'll ever get used to those Fucking eyes." She thinks, getting lost in him.

"Ready?" He asks breaking her thoughts once the joint is finished. She nods, following him downstairs.

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In the studio Colson's heart is racing. She knows nothing about his new album. It's killed him to not talk to her about it in detail as they got to know each other. But he wants to see her honest reaction and values her opinion as an artist. "Ok." He begins, setting her down on the couch by the shoulders. "I want you to sit and listen." He says "Just listen. What do you need to not move for the next hour? Weed, water, a snack?"

Luna laughs. She knows exactly the vulnerability he's feeling right now and finds him to be incredibly cute in his fluster. "We have weed and water. I'm good. So, ready whenever you are, Bunny." She smiles to reassure him.

"Ok..." He sighs sitting down at the sound board. The opening electronic beat has her immediately bobbing her head. She looks up when the woman speaks. He puts his hand up "Listen." She nods in agreeance as the next song begins. She likes this beat too and notices he's riding it much smoother than his other albums. And he's fucking FIERCE. As the next songs begins her ears perk up. He watches her eyebrows furrow as she nods her head, focusing on the beat. He sees the exact moment she makes the connection he's waiting for. Her head shoots up, mouth open, wanting to speak, but doesn't.

Her eyes immediately well up. "Oh, FUCK, it's "Numb." She thinks as one hard tear rolls down her face. They reach for each other's hand.

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"I knew she'd get it." He thinks stroking her hand with his thumb. Comforted by her acknowledgment.

She doesn't let go of his hand, only giving him a fake shocked face over a particular lyric, through her tears. As a woman's voice comes onto the next song. Nodding to the beat, she squeezes it. He can see tears flowing down her face, as she's trying to control her breathing, listening as he runs through the last year. She lets out a whimper, when she hears a certain set of bars, referring to a night in his kitchen. She looks into his eyes aching, they had talked about it that night at the pool but hearing it on tape is different. He hands her his bandana as she climbs onto his lap, not bothering to wipe her tears. She slides her legs through the chair holes, straddling him. They're cheek to cheek as the next song slams her in the stomach too. She squeezes him tightly, listening to him expose himself to the world. The beat is catchy and she can't help bobbing her head by the end.

"UGH!!" She thinks, soul aching for her Lover. "It's heartbreaking and melodic, like truly great fucking songs are..... I'm gonna kill his fucking mother." She decides to herself.

Her thoughts break and she laughs loudly as she hears Pete's voice come on. Thankful for the small lift from the heavy, she kisses Colson on the cheek as she squeezes him again, climbs off him and settles back onto couch. Lighting a joint as the next song begins. She's bobbing her head again to the beat. Listening intently, he's coming hard. Popping her chin in her hand, on her knee, she tosses him a long glance, catching the second set of bars. She's still bobbing.

"Aight, Bunny...." She thinks to herself impressed, thoroughly enjoying his talent.

He's watching her reaction to every song. He loves how she catches certain lyrics and the way her face lights up as the beats change. She's swiveling her hips, couch dancing to this particular beat. She goes to say something again but catches herself as he shakes his head. One look. They smile, knowingly. The next is another banger. He rides the beat flawlessly, giving her 90s hip-hop flashback feels. Another lyric stabs her in the heart.

"Fuck. He's not playing." She thinks as he lays his shit bare, all over the table. Slaying the fucking beat. And her heart.

As another woman's voice opens the next track, Luna sparks another joint. She's on an emotional rollercoaster and needs a slight grip. She lays down on the couch, on her back, letting the smoke billow above her from the joint as tears roll down her face. She's listening as he explains unapologetically, all of his pain that they've talked about since meeting. Some parts truly scaring her.

He's still watching her. The next song comes off more poppy but she catches the dark lyrics instantly. She passes him the joint, sniffling, but laughs, shocked, as a certain "B" lyric by Redd slides through. She looks at him with an amused look as the next song begins. She knows what it's about as it continues. Not her favorite but it's still catchy. The next opens with Phem haunting the track. This song makes Luna sad for Colson too. She's back on his lap again, this time with an arm around his shoulders listening intently to the smooth, old west coast beat. Once the track finishes, he flips the sound off, looking up at her. He doesn't have to ask.

"That was a lot...That was amazing...I am so fucking proud of you...I HAVE to smoke a cigarette...all the cigarettes in the world...while we talk about this." She blurts out as her hummingbird hands fly, never taking a breath. Kissing him all over.

Colson loves when she gets excited like this. "C'mon, we'll grab you a beer too and sit on the patio." He says laughs, lifting her up to head upstairs.

"I fucking love YOU." She says, following behind him

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They sit on the patio, unpacking the ride he just sent her on through his head. She mentions Cara to his surprise, not thinking anyone would catch that. She asks if that beat is by The Mark's, which only slightly shocks him that she knows her music so well, but makes him laugh with how she refers to them. He tells her that Casi is the ASMR on the one track. She didn't catch that one and it absolutely tickles Luna's soul. Her eyes well up again as they talk about Chester. She thinks it's a GREAT, subtle homage to their friend. They touch on all the little different shout-outs, lyrics and meanings. There isn't anything he needs to explain to her. Even though she finds it haunting and slightly worrisome, she loves the album and understands and relates to it completely. Getting SUPER hype over certain pieces, he loves how she knows and respects his career. She credits him for his raw fearlessness. How it is not simply an album but an experience. This pleases him, it's what he was aiming to accomplish. She does mention that it ends very heavy and abruptly. Comparing the entering of the hotel track with needing an exit track. He likes where her mind is as the wheels of his begin to turn.

"She's right. I need a smoother ride out." He's thinking of the song they're about to work on and the one he has going with Dom. "Maybe I can slide them in around 5:3666...." He decides to hit Dom up later.

Turning his attention back to Luna. "Wanna see what we've got together?"

"Most definitely." She agrees. They grab 2 more beers and head back down to the studio.

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He first plays her the beat he's come up with. It's her melody from the piano "So, I think you should open here..." Letting the melody flow until a beat drops. "I'd come in here." She nods, listening as her melody still rides in the background. Before it comes to the forefront again as he points at her. As the beat changes again, she's bobbing her head. He stops the music. "What do you think, open with you and we'll play off each other?" He asks her. She likes it.

"Yeah, lemme see what else you got.." She says pulling her lyrics out. They sit at the table and begin to build together, singing back and forth to one another. Everything's flowing easily, they're telling a true story.

🎶I want you forever//Even when we're not together//scars on my body//So I can take you wherever🎶

He sees her thinking "What?" He asks.

"I don't like scars line...." She shakes her head.

"Ok, what do we flip it to?" He asks.

She thinks for a minute. "What about tattooed? She asks.

"We getting tattoos?" He asks amused.

"Fuck." She laughs looking at both their bodies. "Is there even any open space on either of us?"

He lifts his arms looking around. "Here!!" He excitetedly points to a blank spot on his inner left arm. She looks at hers. It's covered mainly with the lyrics from The Beatles "Black Bird" blended with the silhouettes of birds and other imaginary. She looks to her right.

"AHA!!" She shouts pointing to a small bare space, in almost the same spot, just the other arm. They look at each other deviously.

"What do we get?" He asks?

"Lemme get a peice of paper, please." Once she takes it, she draws for a couple minutes before producing a cartoon style, punked out bunny.

"YOOOOOOO!! THAT'S FUCKING SICK!!!! Check him out!! I fucking love it" He shouts jumping out of his chair, bouncing around studio with the drawing before kissing her deeply. "Let's go!!! Right now!! WE OUT!!!" He says after he releases her.

She puts her hand up, laughing "Chill, Wild Boy... Let's arrange these lyrics, then we'll go. Then, we'll come back and lay the track."

"I love the way you think." He says kissing her before sitting down to finish their work.

Both are satisfied, agreeing the tattoo line is better. Luna stands up, kissing Colson before she heads upstairs to change into an easier shirt to be inked in. He calls his tattoo guy. Then Alex and Joe.

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"Who's going first?" Asks Colson's tattoo guy, Kevin.

"Ladies first." Colson smirks. He wants to see how Luna handles the chair.

"Whatever." She shrugs, sitting down and getting comfortable. Kevin cleans her arm and sets the stencil. Luna double checks it's placement in a mirror before sitting back down. She nods her head, signaling to Kevin that she's ready to begin. The sound of the gun makes her nipples hard in excitement. As soon as the needle touches her skin she feels a warm wave wash over her. Colson is talking to her but she shakes her head, leaning it back, closing her eyes. She truly enjoys the act of being tattooed, taking it all in.

Colson watches her sit for her tattoo, completely relaxed. "She looks so peaceful, like she's on a fucking beach or some shit." He admires her. "She IS a bad ass bitch...."

Once Kevin finishes, she lifts her head, finally opening her eyes. She fucking loves it. Staring at it, she looks up at Colson. "Better not back out now, Motherfucker." She smiles at him as Kevin wraps her up. She's never referred him like that before. Her aggressiveness makes Colson's dick jump in pleasure.

"All in." He beams, hoping into the chair. They have two different tattooing styles. Colson chats uncontrollably. To Luna. To Kevin. To the fucking dog. Luna can't help but laugh.

"So how long have you guys been together?" Kevin asks. Luna and Colson look at each other, before bursting out laughing.

"I'm sorry, Man." Colson apologizes laughing still. "A week?" He asks Luna with a slight snort.

She shrugs, "I don't know." She says laughing honestly. "I don't even know what day it is after Seoul."

"It's Sunday, Kitten." Colson laughs.

"Seeeee, I thought it was fucking Monday, it's so fucking confusing!!" She exclaims. She's only slightly good at math. Counting the American days in her head. "11. We've been together for 11 days. I think" She laughs, opening her eyes wide.. Grinning at a happily staring Colson.

"I would've never guessed." Kevin says in the background "You two compliment each other really well." They hold each other's eyes and smile at each other knowingly. One look.

"11 days.." Colson says with wide blue eyes and a beaming smile, while nodding his head.

🎶What can I say, it's kismit, ain't it🎶 She sings to Colson. He laughs, pulling her in for an upside down kiss. Both if their bodies flushing from the physical and emotional touch. Once Kevin finishes and wraps Colson, they thank, pay and tip him before happily heading back to Colson's Rover.

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"I FUCKING LOVE IT!!" Colson declares.

"ME TOO!!!" Says Luna cheesing like an asshole, bouncing around the passenger seat. Colson pulls her over to him. She submits easily, sliding over, on top of him. They kiss each other hungrily and wet as Colson runs his hands across her skull, thru her long blonde hair, gripping it at its base. His dominance makes her pussy gush. They're in the parking lot, in broad daylight but that doesn't stop them. Kissing each other sloppily, they pull each other's shorts off quickly. His dick is too big and her shorts too tight for a slide over. Lifting high, she works him into her. Making him moan with each shift. Once he's in, she rides him hard and quick. With his hands on her hips, she grips the back of his neck and hair. Holding him close. FUCKING him hard. They're both turned on by fucking in public. It's not long before they both moan for each other loudly, feeling that the other is ready. It's rare for them not to talk during sex. This is so quick and intimate, that it takes one last solid shift of her hips and that One Look before they lock mouths, cuming for each other instantly.

Luna lays her cheek against Colson's chest, as he rests inside her. Trying to catch her breath. He's rubbing her back trying to do the same, enjoying being inside of her.

❗BANG❗They're startled by a dirty man peering in, on the drivers side window. "WHAT THE FUCK!!??" Colson angrily shouts.

"Got any money?" He asks.

Colson's still looking at him in bewilderment. The New Yorker in Luna isn't fazed and has already reached into her purse. She puts the window down slightly, before sliding a 20 out it. "Now, go.' She instructs, putting the window back up. The man makes a prayer gesture and walks away.

"What the fuck, Loons!??" Colson is still angry.

"What, Colson?" She asks, sliding over to the passenger side so she can slip her shorts back on. Lighting a joint she continues "So, he got $20 because he was lucky enough to walk up and catch a show." She shrugs passing him the joint "He doesn't know who we are, and that probably made his week, if not his month. Fuck, don't make me think past a month." Her heart feeling sad "Plus, had it been a fan or a cop, it would've cost us a fuck more then a 20 and a little shock."

Side eyeing her with a smile, hitting the joint, he knows she's right as he buckles his belt before starting the Rover. Driving up the PCH she turns to him. "Besides, WHAT could truly ruin today? It's our first Bunny&Kitten MessAbout!!!" She leans over to kiss him before wiggling her fingers like a witch while dancing in her seat. "We wrote a fucking slamming song, got our first tattoos together AND got caught fucking by an old dude!!!!" Luna takes the joint, while she laughs uncontrollably causing Colson to join in with her. "Now, let's go lay down musical history." She says cockily, leaning over to kiss him. She hits it multiple times before passing it back.

"I fucking love her perspective." He thinks to himself laughing as he hits the joint and they pull into the driveway.

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Alex and Joe are already at the house. Colson greets them warmly before introducing them to Luna. They "know" of each other through The Industry. "It's nice to finally put a face to you guys!!" Luna says, causing them all to laugh.

Down in the studio, Colson and Luna get set up in the booth. As the melody begins playing in their headphones, Luna waits for her cue. Turning herself with the mic, she begins singing to Colson directly.

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

She's giving him THAT look, swirling her hips.

As the beat shifts Colson jumps in. Resting his hand on Luna's hip. Rapping to only her.

🎶We both bad, but it feels so good. And you "come" again, like I know you should. And we both wild. And the night's young. You're my drug. Breathe you in 'til my face numb. Drop it down to that bass drum. I got what you dream 'bout, fingers pulling my hair out. Eyes closed while you scream and shout. And you keep me in with those hips. While my teeth sink in those lips. While your body's giving me life and you suffocate in my kiss🎶

🎶Then you said I want you forever. Even when we're not together. Tattooed you on my body so I can take you wherever, Like, I want you forever. Even when we're not together, tattooed you on my body so I can look at you whenever, yeah🎶

He sings the last part as they exchange knowing smiles before she starts again. Leaning herself and the mic towards him.

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

Colson comes back in. Leaning into her, grabbing her ass.

🎶I can't explain it. I love our range. And I love the way your breath numbs me of novacaine. And we are, always high. Keep it strange🎶

Luna jumps in to harmonize with him , smiling as she sways her hips in his hands. They sing in unison. Pushing playfully against each other.

🎶Okay, yeah, I'm insane. But you the same🎶

Colson continues rapping

🎶Let me paint the picture. Counter in the kitchen. Taking all your clothes off. Losin' our religion. You're my pretty little vixen and I'm the voice inside your head. That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say🎶

Colson continues. As Luna dances loosely in his grip. Singing again.

🎶And you said I want you forever. Even when we're not together. Tattooed you on my body so I can take you wherever, Like, I want you forever. Even when we're not together, we're not together, tattooed you on my body so I can look at you whenever, yeah🎶

Luna kicks back in. Running her thumb across his bottom lip, dragging it across his jawline.

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

Continuing Luna lays down the hook, making finger guns as she snakes her body, holding the mic. Colson to grins, shaking his head, trying not to laugh, as feels his dick perk up even more.

🎶I'm just a LunaTic, with her Gunn. When we're together, Bad Things happen. The way you touch me, is better than ecstasy. When we're not together, I still feel you coursing through me🎶

Together they sing, pushing and playing off of each other still.

Luna continues smiling...

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

Hearing the beat fade out, Joe comes into they're ears. "I think we got it guys!! He says excitedly. They look at each other grinning.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" She squeals jumping into his arms, he laughs as she wraps her legs around him, kissing him deeply. "That was fucking AWESOME." She beams, pulling back to look at him. High from singing with him.

He's grinning too "It was fucking AMAZING!!" He squeezes her ass tight. Touching her pussy. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now!" He whispers into her ear. Making her moan and giggle, before letting her slide down his body, against his hard cock.

They come out of the booth to a pumped Alex and Joe. "One fucking take guys!!" Alex shouts in disbelief. "ONE FUCKING TAKE!!" Luna and Colson high five each other. "I want Luna in for some solo vocals to layer in, in mixing and the same for you, Kells."

Joe jumps in "But after that. Polished and its done! Solid fucking work guys!!!" They share a celebratory beer and joint while listening to the rough track before Luna heads back into the booth. Everyone beyond pleased with the authenticity between Luna and Colson.

"Dude, she's AMAZING!!" Alex says to Colson. "Obviously you hear about people in the industry, you know...but, fuck. She's got them Billie Holliday pipes on her!!" He looks at Colson seriously for a second. "So, I'm guessing you guys are together?"

"Don't even fucking think about. Ima bout to wife her up." He gives Alex a look.

"Can't blame a brother for asking." He replies, making Colson chuckle. Once she finishes, he steps into the booth. Luna shares another joint with Alex and Joe. Chatting but never taking her eyes off Colson.

After Colson steps back out, they begin the mixing process. Luna's fully engaged until she sees the time. "Fuck, Bunny!! I have dinner with the girls soon!!" She exclaims in a panic.

He grabs her hand. "It's ok, Kitten. Go to dinner. I'll finish up here and show you when you get home." He kisses her to reassure her.

"Home?" Her mind takes a big breath. She shakes it off.

"I fucking love you." She declares before thanking the guys and heading towards the door, she stops "You want me to bring you back anything?"

"Nah, I'm good." He pushes his chair across the room to kiss her again, appreciating her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, though." They exchange sweet I love yous before she heads upstairs to change and head to dinner with Frannie and Paris. She's excited to have some down time with them and doesn't want to think about what home entails.

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To be continued.....

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