The hour was growing late, nearly the end of Henrik’s work day, when she watched him leave the nursery and climb into his truck. That was curious, but as he pulled out of the parking lot, he flashed her a grin. Alright, so, not coming straight from work, and he would definitely be back, which was good, because she was still going to be waiting...
And she was going to take the opportunity to change her underwear, because the current pair, the pair that were pretty and lacy and matched the lace of the corset she was wearing, were soaked.
She was going to lose her virginity in mildly clean underwear, not that they were soaked from anything other than her own lust, but, she was also wearing jeans with the corset and it was rubbing her in a way that, while wasn’t bad, wasn’t him. She wanted to feel only him between her thighs.
A quick outfit change later, and she was left wearing a skin tight dress, one she had once been uncomfortable in, but now thrived. The slinky fabric clung to each of her curves, accentuating in places that others might want to hide, but places she wanted Henrik to know. She wanted him to see the softness of her belly, where he would rest his head after fucking her senseless. She wanted him to see that her hips were made to be gripped by him, with flesh to dig his fingers into. She didn’t try to hide her arms, because, what was there to even hide?
And the shortness of it... now that was the real reason she rarely wore the dress, not because it showed off her leg tattoos in full, but because it only just barely managed to cover her ass. He would get an eyeful of dimpled thighs, ready for him to sink his teeth into.
Violet had locked the front door while upstairs changing, and as she came back down, she saw him on the other side of the glass, his back turned towards her. He was wearing a pair of jeans, which was normal for him, but also a button down shirt, which wasn’t as normal. He was a t-shirt kind of guy, which she liked. So, it was a date? Good, but not what she was expecting when he said he had an idea.
Violet rushed forward to unlock the door, and like a movie or a dream, Henrik turned to face her, a genuine smile spreading over his lips as he saw her. She smiled back as she reached to unlock the bolt, but his hand pressed against the glass and she paused, staring at it. Glass was between them, a barrier. A solid barrier. What if...
She used black nitrile gloves when she was tattooing anyone, keeping a barrier between them, so her magic couldn’t do anything weird. Even as her powers subsided over the years, she was always careful, never knowing what she might do. It wasn’t always fire, like with Henrik, but still, she was unpredictable, volatile. What if...
Her hand opened and spread on the other side of the glass, as though she could reach through and touch him. Her hand was so small compared to his, but she could just tell that her fingers would fit perfectly, interlocking with his. Of course they would fit perfectly—they were made for one another. But to see it so evident, even through glass? It shook something to her core.
With a shaky hand, Violet unlocked the door and stepped back, allowing Henrik to enter. He looked away from her as the door shut, and she watched as he turned and locked the door behind him, keeping others out. Good. This was a private space, a private time. She didn’t need anyone interrupting
Or getting caught in the crossfire.
He turned back around and looked at her, their eyes locking. All the air left the room as she focused in on him, and she became aware of how his hair was slightly damp, as though he had showered recently, and smelled good, like aftershave. Actually, something about that scent... It was certainly something citrusy, but also deeper and warmer. She imagined, if it paired with her own signature scents, with violets...
“You are always the most beautiful woman in every room,” Henrik murmured, and he took a step closer to her, leaving barely any room to move, if she wanted to stop herself from touching him. “Makes me ache to touch you. To just reach out and—”
She wanted to know if it was possible. If, with a few layers between them, they could do it. She wanted, needed, to know.
It was a risk, yes, a terrifying risk, but—
“Henrik, I—”
“I want you to tattoo me,” he said, cutting her off. “I want you to... do your thing. Give me a tattoo of the thing most important to me.”
She didn’t need to ask. Didn’t even need to look down as he reached out. Didn’t even blink as he nearly touched her, so close, so close it made her skin burn and their hair on her arms stand on end. She knew what he was asking for, knew exactly what he wanted.
Violets. He wanted her to tattoo him with violets.
“Where?” she croaked out, her throat suddenly dry. Was the room hot? Why did it feel like the room was on fire?
Henrik’s hand pulled away and she shivered at the loss of heat, but then she watched as his hands moved to his throat, to where the buttons on his shirt began. He started unbuttoning them, slowly, until he was about halfway down. Then he moved to his wrists, unbuttoning there. Fuck, did he have to have the shirt special made, just so it would fit around his forearms?
He was so... big. Every part of him was big. His wrists, his forearms, his shoulders, his chest, his neck—he was huge.
She couldn’t wait to feel him underneath her hands... couldn’t wait to feel him over top of her.
He lifted his shirt off and over his head, making her wonder why he had even bothered to put the shirt on to begin with. A t-shirt would have been easier to remove... although watching him methodically unbutton had sent pleasure straight to her core. His button-up hung over his arm but she wasn’t looking at that. Instead, her eyes were zeroed in on his chest. He was like... some sort of bodybuilder. She had always known he would be a big guy, but holy shit, what had happened to the boy she had once known... and how much protein was he eating?!
“You’re droolin’ a little,” he teased, and she blinked to see he was grinning at her... although, there was a bit of wariness in his eyes. Wait, was he nervous? Nervous she might not... like what she saw?
Fuck, had she even complimented him at all since he returned? Was he not aware of how hot he was? How attracted she was?
“I’m... uh...”
“Words, little witch. Can you use them?”
Not really.
“You’re, umm... you grew up...”