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Having just completed quite a detailed tattoo for a girl, he sat back with a breath, taking a moment to relax after the intense concentration. She herself was taking deep breaths, relieved the pain had finished even though she'd asked for it. Looking down at his work, she smiled even as she winced at him wiping it clean, happy with the design he'd done for her. It was a deep red rose with thorns, quite an intricate and fine design that'd taken his skill to get right, sitting just in the right place on her lower tummy, in the angle of her pelvis and just above her pussy. Applying a sterile bandage to her was the final act, and she pulled her knickers back up, having been exposed to allow him space to work. She was getting it as a naughty treat for her boyfriend, so she said, but didn't seem concerned with showing off for him, knowing he was a professional.
Standing from the chair, she carefully pulled her jeans back up as he took his gloves off, knowing he needed a cigarette. She paid for his services, giving a smile as she turned and walked from the shop into the cold night, a bite on the wind and chill in the air. It was late autumn now and the weather was rolling in, but it was still a fine night, dark already even though it wasn't that late, the blonde illuminated by the neon lights of his window as she walked a little gingerly away from the shop. Stepping past his counter, with no other customers it was time to have that cigarette and like any hardened smoker, no cold weather would stop him. He dropped off the step onto the pavement, glancing at the girl walking away into the night and then up at the skies, clear and dark, the stars bright on the moonless heavens.
Reaching for his pocket, he found his cigarettes, raising the packet to his mouth and drawing one straight out, shoving them away as he reached for his box of matches. He still hadn't bought a new lighter, and was finding matches a distinctly reliable method at the moment. Shivering slightly at the colder-than-anticipated chill, he got one out, spinning the box in his hand as he lined up the strip, about to strike it when he heard;
"Need a light?"
It was a tone he knew, an unmistakable voice, a twang to it that evoked the most pleasant and surreal memories in an instant, and made his hands lose pressure on the match so it skittered ineffectively along the side of the box without igniting. Turning round, he was greeted by Avril Lavigne, stepping away from the corner of his shop and into the light from the window and nearby streetlights, a smile on her face as she held up his lighter, the one he'd left in her hotel back when the evenings were long and warm, stretching into the night.
"Yeah, actually, I lost my lighter," he said, unable to stop a smile breaking across his face as she clicked it on and stepped forward, reaching up to light his Marlborough.
"That's too bad," she grinned, flipping it shut and returning it to her pocket. Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, he had barely held it before her dainty fingers stole it from his mouth, popping it into hers and doing the same, making him smile.
"Some things don't change then," he said, blowing his smoke out into the clear night.
"Nope, some things stay the same," she said, sexily blowing her smoke out and then stepping in to him, leaning up to kiss him quite tenderly, her spare hand sliding round his body. Her lips were just delicious; he'd forgotten just how well she kissed, and revelled in the sensation of her soft lips and skilful, tender tongue as she gave him a long, lingering kiss. Breaking away, she looking up at him saucily as she put the cigarette back into his mouth.
"It's not always a bad thing," she purred as he inhaled, taking in how she looked properly for the first time. She was looking sexy as ever in a black leather biker-type jacket over a Gothy, corset style top, with a lacy, layered skirt, fishnets and some high heeled laced boots on. Topped off with her dark eyes, deep red lipstick and long, flowing hair, darker in colour now, she looked utterly gorgeous, and so enticing.
"No it's not. You're looking great as ever," he said, eyeing her up and down as he smoked, Avril not stealing it for another puff yet.
"Thanks, you look good too, but a bit cold," she said, seeing how he was slightly tensed against the brisk breeze.
"A bit, this warms me up, as does finding you," he said as she came closer to him, sliding in to cuddle against him for warmth. It was a wonderful feeling, as they snuggled together as if they'd never been apart and were so much more than near strangers.
"I can think of plenty of ways to keep warm," she teased, already laying it on.
"I bet. Hang on, were you just waiting out her for me? So you could crack that line with the lighter?" he said, pausing to consider how it was that she'd just reappeared in his life, smiling down at her as he thought about it.
"...Maybe," she said, smiling up at him shyly after a pause, then taking his cigarette again and looking down, hiding under her hair as she inhaled.
"Seriously? How did you know I'd come out at all?" he said, amazed that she wanted to set up such a moment.
"Well, I was just glancing in your window again, and then I saw you coming out with that girl," she said, gesturing in the way she'd left the shop, "and figured you'd probably be a predictable smoker and come out here for one," she said, knowing it sounded a little stalkerish, but he found it utterly adorable that she'd done it.
"Well, what if I'd quit?" he teased.
"I would've had to come in instead and my moment would've been ruined, either way I don't think you're too disappointed," she said, smiling and offering him the end of the cigarette as she turned and ground her bum into him a little, making him stir a little at the mere thought of having her again.
"Of course not, it's great to see you. Come to think of it, what are you doing here at all?" he said, finally realising the shock at seeing her again with words. Though they'd had a great night, and he'd done excellent work on her tramp stamp tattoo, which had now appeared in plenty of photos in magazines, he was never expecting to see her again, figuring himself a one-night plaything for the Canadian beauty.
"I wanted to take advantage of your skilled hands again," she said, giving an eyebrow towards his window of designs.
"You want another tattoo?" he said, not quite believing she'd come back to him just for a bit more needlework.
"Something like that, among other things," she said, taking the cigarette for the last puff of it, holding it with a smile before she breathed it smokily up towards him in the cold night, letting him breathe it in. Flicking the end to the kerb, she turned to walk into his shop, sliding her hand into his to lead him in the door. He couldn't believe she was there; given he had her number, he'd messaged her a couple of times after their encounter, which she'd replied to but it'd never given him any idea it was going any further. She'd asked him if her liked her pictures, to which he'd boldly sent her picture of her little black thong wrapped round his hard cock, figuring the picture gave her all the thanks that was needed. Avril had messaged back saying how hot that was, that thinking of him masturbating with her panties over pictures of her got her so wet, and that she might need to go and do the same, only helping make him harder at the time.
"So what did that girl want done? She was pretty, did she get the same service as me?" Avril asked, looking back at him foxily with a smirk.
