[GIAT] and why you think you keep my name rollin' off the tongue? [gregoire]

Praise be. Slim fingers moved in the sign of the cross as she stared at the taller man standing infront of her. Her secondary though was ’I’m glad I put on my sexy lingerie’. She’d made this appointment months ago, trying to get a new piece on her chest but it’d been only a few days ago that her grandmother had given her a Gringotts voucher of a few hundred galleons that she use anytime. Instead of using her own money, Blodeuwedd was going to use her birthday present to get some new ink. Usually Julian, who had done all her pieces, would be putting a needle to her skin, but he’d suggested that Blo went to go see his boss to get a new piece.

The only thing Blo knew abut Julian’s boss was that his name started with a G, he was inked up from the feet up, and he was skilled at what he did. What Julian wasn’t competent at telling her was how fine then man was. Flinging her silky & wavy hair back over her shoulder, Blo moved closer to the man and grasped his outstretched hand. “I’m Blo! I don’t know if Julian mentioned me, but I’m his best friend, wingman and flat mate. And you are?” Her finger trailed down the back of his hand as she pulled her away. His hands were much larger than hers, and felt strong. Maybe if she just just held on a little longer? No...Calm down Blo. Don't jump the big bad tattooed god. As much as you'd like to, it's still harassment if he doesn't want it.

Big brown eyes focused directly into his as he spoke, and she nodded in all the right places. She wanted to be fully invested in this conversation, because she knew that knowing all the right tattoo procedures were important. Also important, the way his accent sounded in her ears when he shaped certain words. He had nice lips. French people invented the French kiss, right? Did that mean he was good with his tongue? She knew a few places where it could be put to use, and would be happy to reciprocate. Clearing her throat, she smiled broadly at him

“Hallelujah.” She murmured quietly to herself as she followed him to the back, taking the sweet time to let her eyes travel up and down his frame. Blo was being horrible, and Julian knew how she was. He knew her weakness for tall white guys covered in ink. When they finally got to the tattooing chair, she popped on it and pulled out pieces of paper with a drawings on them. They were sloppy and needed refinement, but she’d spent almost a year trying to perfect it. It wasn’t like she was the best artist. She was 100% better with words than art

“Gregoire, right?” Her low voice rolled on the r’s in his name as she met his gaze through her lashes. She handed him the papers, and leaned on her side in the chair as she watched him look at them. “The first drawing that was done is for a chest piece…” She gestured from shoulder to shoulder. “The other piece is right below my breasts in the center.” She tapped her sternum lightly. “I know the sketchings need to be worked on, but that was the best I could get at the mo’ without Julian putting his long nose in my business. If you want to fix anything, by all means.” She stepped around words that would make her the owner of the drawings.

A wicked smirk covered her cheeks. “If you’d like to see the body you’ll be working with as well, just say the word and we can make that happen too…” As she spoke, she unraveled her scarf and took off her jacket revealing the heavy gold plated chain dangling by her collar bones a top her shirt. She hated winter and all of these layers, and would prefer if she was pantless as well. Blo couldn't have everything, and man did that suck.

Blo wondered if he’d ever tasted any brown sugar, cause she’d be pleased to give him him the ride of his entire life. With his fine ass.

It was a normal day like any other for Gregoire, that is until a young woman walked into his store and shook everything up. He recognized her the moment he saw her, even though they had never met. Julian had spoke about his room mate before and her hair was hard to miss. He smiled brightly at her as she began to speak to him. They had an appointment for today so the French man wasn't surprised to see her but he was surprised at how lively she was. The other tattoo artist had told him about her but he had seriously undersold her enthusiasm. "Gregoire Cartier." He replied quickly, the French accent thick as ever. If his accent was ever going to fade it hadn't started to yet. After telling him her name the tattooed man went into his little speech about what she was getting herself into. Gregoire never put ink into someone skin without completely informing them first, it was just good business in his eyes. He leaned against the counter as he spoke, his elbows resting on the edge behind him. "Okay so I'm assuming Julian already told you most of this but for my sake I'm going to tell you again." His voice was gentle and kind, he wasn't trying to scare her, only to prepare her. He kept eye contact as he spoke, giving her little smiles here and there.

Another thing that Julian hadn't filled him in on was how beautiful this woman was. Her hair was as big as her personality and Gregoire loved that in a woman. Plus he had a thing for dark skinned girls, he couldn't help himself. "When you get a tattoo it is forever. There are ways to remove them but they are painful and I would not recommend them. So you need to be sure this is what you want before we go any further." It had been three months since she made the appointment so Gregoire knew she had had ample time to rethink her discussion so he continued without much pause. "You will need to take care of the tattoo because even the best tattoos run the risk of getting infections, even magically applied ones." Gregoire sold plenty of good products in his shop that would help her keep the tattoo healthy, he would go over all of that in more depth after they had finished. "And finally even after the tattoo is fully healed it may still need care. Some ink will fade depending on certain factors, like all skin it needs moisture." He watched her closely but she seemed like she was still down to get inked so Gregoire flashed her a toothy grin, his trademark smile. "Follow me." He said and pushed off the counter, leading her down the skinny hall way that lead to the few tattooing rooms that were in the back. Gregoire made sure they were clean and fully stocked at all times, because nasty tattoo shops were a pet peeve of his.

Going into the room where his machines were he turned back around to face her as she plopped into the chair. Nodding to her he took the pages that were folded up in her hands and started to unfold them, a little surprised with what he saw. Gregoire never judged people based on their tattoos but if he had to tattoo another dolphin on some chicks ankle he might scream. Thankfully he designs were way better than that. He admired the first sketch for a moment, loving that everything sort of melted together but each element stood out on its own as well. The best tattoos had depth and this one certainly did. The second piece of parchment was a little bit more simple, but it was elegant and Gregoire's mind was already running forward at full speed thinking about the best color arrangements for this type of flower. Pale blue eyes lifted from the papers in his hands and focused back on her, something that wasn't in any way difficult. He listened to her speak about the drawings and then answered quickly, not needing to think about it. "They are great. I won't change much but some things may need to be tweaked depending on exactly where we place them on your body." And what a body it was.

"I don't want them to look like someone just drew them flatly on you, they've got to bend with your curves." He used his hands to emphasis the word curves and then offered her another grin. He let out a small chuckle as she offered to show him the body he was going to be working with, he was looking forward to that unveiling, but he was a professional. Gregoire had done plenty of tattoos in risky areas of the female body, he wasn't a stranger to it, but he was also a straight male, so to say it wasn't at least a little exciting would be a lie. "You have a great skin tone for tattoos, they are going to look great on you. Not too light, not too dark, its perfect." He moved across the room a bit to grab some of his pens and then sat down on the little rolling stool that had the same vinyl upholstery as the chair she was currently laying in. "Before we begin I've got some details we need to iron out." He picked up the sketches and a clip board and then slid across the tiles till he was sitting right next to her. Even though the stool was short he was tall so he could still see her face clearly without looking up at her. "First off do you want the two of these to connect?" He grabbed the first page she gave him and laid it down on her chest, silently wishing he had asked her to take off her shirt already. Then he took the second and placed it just under her breasts in the center, and slid the two close enough that they could be one tattoo. "Like this, or do you want them to be totally separate pieces?"

A soft blush covered her cheeks when he said the words “They are great.” Blo had never been so thankful for her melanin than right now, because she’d be so embarrassed if she’d seen her. “Tweaking is fine. I don’t mind if you put your hands all over them.” A laugh bubbled from her throat, and she leaned sideways watching him intently.  Was he looking her up and down? Yes Lord. A smirked turned up her full lips and she arched her back slightly, pushing her breasts a bit forward in her chest like all adult women who knew how to entice were prone to do. She had assets, let him look. Shit, she wanted him to do more so she didn’t have a problem with it.

A burst of laughter escaped her as his hands moved with his words, and the emphasis on curves was apparent. “Love, no. It’s more like…”  Her hands moved in the familiar coke bottle shape until it got to the hip portion of the woman form and she had to shift her hands wider than his had been. “You’ll see once I shimmy out of this shirt. All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll introduce you…Besides we have to see if you can bend with my curves anyways.” Her sense of humor was turning wicked, and she wanted to see how far she could push him. Did he blush? Did he stammer when embarrassed? Did he get embarrassed? She was so curious and couldn’t help herself. She wanted to know where all of his tattoos when and what they all meant, and if they were everywhere.

A tingle shot into her cheeks again and she clapped her palms on them, shaking her head. Perfect? Her skin? Oh, he did like brown sugar indeed. She nibbled at her bottom lip and stared at him through her lashes, her face ducked down a little. “Thanks…” She said almost shyly, before throwing him a dimpled grin. Oh! Business was it? She nodded, her ankles dangling near his thighs so what did she do? She gently brushed her ankle against his inner thigh a bit. Not too much, and just slight enough to seem an accident if he was uncomfortable.  She really loved how pretty his eyes were, and wanted to photograph him. Her mind twirled into a private photo session fantasy, and she bit the inside of her mouth. Good grief, it'd been a long time if she was able to imagine things so vividly and clearly.

The next thing she knew there were papers against her chest, and hands next to her breasts. She let out a little squeak, after being knocked out of her pervy daze and stared at him with wide eyes. She tried to look down, and see what he was trying to see, but couldn’t quiet see it. “Is there some way you could draw it on my skin, like a transfer? I don’t know which one I like cause I can’t see it.” She bit her lip, head tilted as she tried again. “All I see is the paper. I don’t see it as ink yet…But I’m thinking connecting pieces…What do you think?”

Watching her laying there was quite interesting, he movement was subtle enough that Gregoire didn't realize she was doing it on purpose. Either way even if he had, he wouldn't of minded, not with the way her back was arched now. He smiled again, doing his best to keeps his eyes on her face, but failing for split seconds at a time. She was so outgoing, it was refreshing. Even for a guy who worked in a tattoo/art supply store she was more on the edge than most of his customers. As she made the motions to display the extent of her curves Gregoire laughed with her. He was looking forward to seeing the rest of that, he was willing to be she had hips like a goddess. "Don't worry about that, after all, I'm a professional." He said, flirting right back with her as best he could. Gregoire wasn't a shy person by nature but he also didn't get much opportunity to flirt either. Most of his customers were either close friends or students. After he had scooted closer to her he was surprised when her ankle rubbed against his thigh. It made him jump ever so slightly and then chuckle before looking back at her. She might of done it on purpose, or maybe it was an accident, but Gregoire did not mind one bit. Instead of moving away he slid just a tiny bit closer, telling himself he needed a better angle to work. Sure sure.

Her squeak made him stop for a moment before he continued to push the papers around on her chest, he hadn't meant to frighten her. He thought maybe he had gotten to personal all of a sudden and he thought about backing away for a minute. Had he done something that made her uncomfortable? He hoped not as he nibbled on the ball of his lip ring silently. He thought about pulling the pages off of her and moving away but he really didn't want to. She was so interesting. And then she spoke again and his nerves were calmed. She was offering again to take off her shirt, so he doubted he had made her uncomfortable. He had probably just surprised her, that was what he was going with anyway, as he pulled them off of her and slid back on the tile a bit. "Yea that was the next step, let me draw these up on some transfer papers and then we will work on them onto your skin so they are set just right." There were a few things he wanted to do to her skin, but only one of them was what she was paying him for, so he pushed those thoughts back to the corner of his mind from whence they came. With a squeak of castor wheels he was standing up and getting paper from one of the drawers in his retrofitted tall tool box.

Putting the papers onto the counter he leaned against it and got to work. As much as he hated taking his eyes off of her Gregoire did not rush his work. He knew a tattoo was forever and he never settled for anything less than perfection. He didn't just slap any old drawing on people's skin, it had to be just right. After a few minutes of drawing, erasing, moving around, he got them just how he wanted them on the paper so that they would transfer easily to her skin. For the French man was easier to draw them on the paper and then let that be the outline for the tattoo than to actually draw the whole thing on his customers. Of course once he had let the transfer paper do his job he would inspect the lines and mend things as necessary. He was a perfectionist. "Okay, you can take off your shirt now." He said smiling brightly but dimming down his excitement before he turned back around to see her. He didn't want her to think he was immature and the smile that was previously on his face closely resembled that of a teenage seeing his first set of lady bits.

Moving back toward her he waited for her to remove her clothing before he took the paper towel he had in his hands and tucked bits of it underneath the edges of her bra, his fingers sliding across her chest with skin. "So that the ink doesn't get on your clothing." He added, with a playful wink and then finished the other side of her bra. Once all of that was settled he leaned over her a bit so that he could get a good view of where he was placing the first bit of outlines. That wasn't the only good view he got however. Slowly he slid the thin piece of paper onto her chest, not letting it fall onto her skin. He let it hover less than an inch above her gorgeous skin for a moment, until he was sure that was where he wanted it, and then he gently set it down. If they were in any other setting than this one Gregoire would of probably been acting a bit different. When a good looking girl flirted with him Gregoire would normally get a little bit flustered, especially if she took off her shirt within minutes of their meeting. However he was so used to women getting half naked in this little room that it didn't phase him as much anymore. It didn't phase him as much, but the way she was sitting, and the things she was saying weren't lost on him either. He had to keep reminding himself to think about the job because otherwise he would get totally lost in looking at her and forget what he was doing completely.

He really hoped she would come back for more tattoos, or anything else really, because he wanted to see more of her.

“Well Mr. Professional, your fingers are pressing into my nip and there is a piercing there who doesn’t know you enough for you to get that intimate with it.” She gently teased, shifting so his fingers moved from where they were gently pressing against the rod in her boob. “Is that what they are called? Transfer papers?” Blo piped up curiously, trying to look down at his work, and pouting when she couldn’t get a good angle. Why couldn’t she’d get a tattoo on her thigh or something, so she could see how he worked fully.

She watched him roll away, and her fingers toyed with the bottom of his shirt. Would it be childish of her if she crept over there to watch him work? She was so curious, and he was so close. She could resist temptation, she promised. A foot slid towards the ground, and she was about to make that first step when he moved. She jerked her foot upwards and looked away, staring at everything but in his direction. Blo wanted to see it, but she supposed it was his right to withhold it from her until she was ready. It didn’t make her excitement any less however, just made it heighten. She bounced in place slightly, trying to get rid of some of this restless energy.

“Oh, time to get down to business? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first…” She stared at him earnestly, before cracking up in laughter. Swift hands slid to pull her hair up into a high pony tale before she slowly undid the necklace around her neck. Letting it slide to the chairs surface, she reached her hands up and slowly undid the buttons over her shirt, before her bright yellow bra came into view. Made of satin with black lace trim, it was one of her favourites with the way the bright colour complemented her brown skin. She finally slowly and slightly sensually slinked out of the shirt, folding it neatly, before turning back to face him.

She shivered a bit when his finger tips grazed her clothing, but her eyes were wide. He was very close, and he smelled really good. She tilted her head up, and her nose may have brushed against his jaw for a moment, but she inhaled a bit, biting the inside of her mouth. Shaking her head slightly, she met his eyes. “Thanks for that. This is my party bra…I’d hate for it to get ruined I’ll probably take it off, if it comes near that…” Or he could help her do it, no matter. God, she was such a hussy. She watched the way he concentrated on the placement of the paper, and when he finally settled it, she could feel every press of his fingertip on his skin. He was a bloody tease, that’s what he was. Man his eyes were pretty.

As outgoing as she was, she wasn’t going to grope the man, no matter how close he was. But she could tease. “You’ve felt me up, and we haven’t even gone on a proper date. I bet you can charm a girl out of her knickers.” Her smile was as wide innocent as her eyes, and amused. “How long does this have to sit before I can tell you that you can drag a needle through my skin so I can whimper for a few hours, and then you can give us a kiss to make it feel better?” That’s what one did to booboo’s right? But probably not on the lips, and with a fair bit of tongue. “I hope you’ll forgive me if I get it wrong, It’s so hard to figure it out…”

The fact that she had a piercing there excited Gregoire. He was as into piercings as he was tattoos, which was obvious by the amount of rings and rods that were visible on him at the moment. As she moved his hands away from the area in question Gregoire fought back a small frown, even though he knew he shouldn't be thinking that way, she was making it impossible for him not to. At first he didn't know what to think but now he was starting to think she was saying all of these things on purpose, she was messing with him. Not that he minded, not one bit. Nodding quickly Gregoire replied to her question, "that's what I call them but I'm sure other artists have different names for them." He shrugged his shoulders. Gregoire had trained in a single tattoo shop when he was growing up. It was a muggle shop in a downtown area of France so he learned what they knew. It wasn't until he came to London that he started to learn new things. He liked to think of himself as a pioneer in wizarding tattoos, being one of the only shops to offer them to customers. Gregoire cracked a wide smile again as he rolled back toward her. He would show her his, if that was what she really wanted. Of course he'd want to do it proper. Gregoire wasn't the type to drop trou in the back room of a shop after just meeting someone. He was way too much of a romantic to do something like that.

Gregoire opened his mouth to say something witty in reply but then lost his train of thought as her fingers slid over the buttons on her blouse. He watched with clear interest as they slowly came undone revealing a yellow bra underneath. Yellow happened to be his favorite color and damn did it look good on her skin. Even if he wanted to he couldn't of turned away from her right now. In a bit of a daze his pale eyes followed her every movement as she slipped out of the shirt and then casually folded it up. He took her shirt and set it out of the way on the counter with a little smile, realizing he put it out of her reach, and then mentally scolding himself for being so pleased with the fact. As he tucked the protective paper towel between the cloth of her bra and her skin he listened to her words. Maybe he shouldn't of bothered with the paper towel after all, he would much rather prefer she just took off the bra anyways. Of course, he wouldn't say that to her. That would be entirely too forward, even for the French tattoo artist.

The idea that he had just felt her up made Gregoire smile. If he was feeling her up, he liked to think she would know it. Even still her saying it excited him a little bit, more than he should be when he was trying to focus on something as delicate as placing transfer paper. She was driving him a little crazy he wondered if she knew it, but based on all indicators she was fully aware and enjoying it. In between more chuckles he replied to her. "It only takes a minute or two, not long now. And maybe I will." He teased back at her while peeling a tiny bit of the paper up to see if the ink had settled onto her skin yet. A little bit longer. "If you're real good I might even give you a sucker after word." Gregoire shot her a grin as he slowly pulled the corners of the paper up from her skin. He knew how it felt when the transfer paper lifted, and it wasn't a bad feeling. He assumed he might even feel good for her considered where the paper had been placed on her body. Turning to the tray to his side he set down the used papers and then returned to staring at her. "You should stand and take a look." He said partly because it was the best way for her to get a view of it in the mirror, but mostly because he was looking forward to watching her walk to the mirror.

"There is a mirror on the back of the door over there that you can use to look at the placement." He motioned toward the door they had entered through and pushed away from her before standing up from the stool. "Then we can figure out just how you want it." He hoped she would be happy with the location but if she wasn't he wouldn't be too worried about it. He could wipe it off her chest (which would be quite entertaining for him) and start over. Now that he was thinking about it a small part of him hoped she would want him to redo it. He smirked at the idea and followed her over to the mirror. He admired the view as she walked but soon enough he was standing behind her off to the side just slightly, his eyes meeting hers in the reflection. Being taller than just about everyone he knew came in handy and Gregoire could easily see the design that was laid out on her skin from where he was standing. Speaking softly he used one of his hands to point out a few things about the outline. His arm wrapped around her but not tightly just enough that the bare skin of his forearm was brushing against her torso. "So the hourglass will be where the second design meets. This part here--" as he spoke his finger trailed slowly down the line on her skin, in the center of her chest toward her belly button but stopping where the flower would be placed. "-- could connect to the top of the flower. If you wanted?"

Blo’s nose wrinkled up slightly. “I hate the feel of transfer paper on the back of my hand. The part you draw on? It feels waxy.” She frowned. “Maybe its because my hands are extra soft and sensitive.”  Sometimes friends of hers asked her to sketch up some things for her. Her specialty was text, any font type they wanted she was good at. It was funny, but she didn’t have any type of text on her skin. It wasn’t like she was scared, but she didn’t know what to get. Images were good, but words…words were forever. She’d never get a name on her skin unless it meant something because that’s just the type of girl she was.

She wanted to wiggle on the chair while she was waiting for the paper to set, but she knew damn well it was mess up the placement. She was restless and wanted to move, and knew that it was only going to be once the needled was in her skin that she was going to be able to just be comfortable in her own skin. Maybe it was the coffee she’d drank before coming, but she just wanted to move. A soft giggle settled between them as she looked into his eyes. “Cherry is my favourite flavour.” She murmured, letting her tongue slide along her bottom lip.  “And I can be a really good girl if you want me too…” Maybe her voice was too low and husky, but there was clear sexual connotations to the phrases she was releasing. “Or a bad girl, if that’s your game too…”

She was keeping her hands to herself, but every one of her friends knew that her mouth was what got her in trouble. As soon as Gregoire started peeling the paper off, she bit her lip a bit. It tickled, but it was a faint sensation and it made her squirm a bit. “Tickles, Gregoire!” She squealed, trying to dart away from his fingers. Like it was his fault, and he knew she was ticklish. She watched as he moved and she followed his hand towards the door. “Oh!” Standing up promptly, she threw her hair into a bun so it wouldn’t touch the back of her neck, revealing the elephant tattoo on her back. Moving towards the mirror, she bent forwards at the waist a little to get a better look. Standing up, she put her hands on her hips and suddenly she wasn’t alone any more.

Big brown eyes widened and she lifted her chin to the ceiling to look up at Gregoire before looking in the mirror. Right. The tattoo. Not admiring how nicely he looked standing behind her. She bit her bottom lip again, sucking it into her mouth. “I think its perfect…” She said low, the husky note still in her voice. Then she felt her skin being brushed by his, and she took a surprised step back falling against his body. She steadied herself, watching him closely. Intently. When his fingertip brushed along her skin, she shivered visibly and swallowed. Blo licked her lips, trying to see what he was doing. Yes. Right. He was right.

“I…want it. I mean, yes. I think it’d be a nice idea. Can we connect it? The tattoos, I mean.”

Gregoire didn't miss the motion she made with her tongue on her lips, but he had to pretend that he had. Having nothing professional to respond to that action. Nothing at all. When she said she could be a good girl, or a bad girl, if he wanted he felt himself leaning closer to her instinctively. He couldn't help himself. This girl was driving him wild. It had been a long time since he felt anything like this. He wanted more. Oh so badly he wanted more, but he had to stay focused. He physically shook his shoulders in an act that resembled a shiver but was really him trying to get back to business. It hadn't worked. "I bet you could." Was all he managed to say between short breaths. Thankfully he had to pull off the transfer paper now and that was a slight, albeit momentary, distraction. Her laughter was contagious and he was soon laughing with her. "Sorry bout' that." He said, apparently only capable of sentences with four words or less now.

As she walked to the mirror he admired her body from behind. It wasn't just the normal things that he was looking at. She had a tattoo on her back that he had not been expecting. He wasn't sure why but he had assumed this was her first time. Clearly it was not, but he was okay with that. At least then he wouldn't have to go through another one of his speeches. Gregoire never recommended getting a big tattoo on the first go. It was a lot to handle and it was easier to sort of graduate up to it. Clearly she was no stranger to tattoos, or bouncing around half naked in front of strangers... not that he was judging, he was totally fine with that. "That's great work, is it Julian's?" He assumed she might of had some work done by her room mate. The young man was an excellent artist. Gregoire didn't hire him so he could mentor him, he hired him because he was already skilled. Standing behind her now he traced a finger down her chest, speaking as he did, and was pleased by her reaction. She moved backward into him but Gregoire didn't move backward again to clear the space, he didn't mind her being so close.

After all he was about to tattoo something on her chest, possibly without her wearing a bra. The time for awkward shyness was over, not that she had ever been either of those things. He smiled a crooked little smile because he agreed she and it were perfect. He tried to pretend that as he was speaking to her about the tattoo that he hadn't seen her lick her lips out of the corner of his eyes. He had though, and it had caused him to stare at her lips even as he continued to point things out. Gregoire took a deep breath when she told him she wanted it, he knew how she felt. "We can do that." He said softly, his lips close to her ear as he got a better look. He didn't bother to pretend like he hadn't stolen a glance down at her chest, he couldn't help himself. As much as he didn't want to step away from her Gregoire wasn't about to try to jump her bones, they had only just met after all, so he had to. He was getting entirely too caught up in all of the flirting and double meaning. He had forgotten how fun it was, it had been a really long time. Reluctantly he pulled away from her before speaking again, "take a seat and I will draw on the flower so you can see everything put together before we get started."

Blo tried to peek around at the tattoo on her back, spinning around in circles for a moment before giving it up for a loss. “Yes! It’s one of my first tattoos!” She turned her thumbs towards him showing the quill and inkwell on them. “I got this when I got my job at the prophet, Jimmy did it for me as a gift.” Sometimes when she was on more formal jobs, she was known to either hide them with magic or big gaudy rings and it always made her uncomfortable. Everything that she wore, everything that she inked on her skin was part of her, and hiding it seemed like she wasn’t being true to herself. She had a big girl job now so she’d better get with the program and fake the funk like she really didn’t know how.

Wiggling in place, Blo tried not to shift in place as she tried to reconcile the fact that he was so close to her. The fact that she was blatantly flirting with Julian’s boss was still on her mind, and she was pretty sure that she was going to get thumped in the cheek once he’d found out. It wasn’t like he didn’t flirt with her friends, even stooping so low to flirt with her cousins when she’d taken her home with her one day. that reconciled, she smiled softly in the mirror, meeting Gregoire’s glance with her own before shyly looking back down at the tattoo. His arm was warm, and Blo almost felt like a cat the way she wanted to luxuriate in the warmth. She pouted when he pulled away before nodding at his instructions.

Bouncing excitedly, she did a small running leap unto the tattooing chair and bounced on the cushion. “This is the part I get nervous about.” She confessed, swaying gently from side to side. “It’s like…this adrenaline starts pumping, then the needle which hurts, and then it starts feeling good after a bit…it’s like a slow scrape…but you know this because hello…” She gestured at his skin, grinning. “My grandmum is going to have a fit once I get these, and so is my doctor.” Biting her lip, she guiltily looked away. She probably shouldn’t have said that. Uh oh. “My grandmum likes to tease Jimmy about his ink. Something about how he’s not going to catch a girl with so much art on his arms, but the fact that when we went to the dancehall club he was such a hot commodity proved that was a like.” She was rambling a bit, watching him do things with his tools.

“Gregoire…” Blo began softly, twirling a soft curl in her finger. “Jimmy said you knew how to do the magical tattoos…” Her eyes, already big with excitement almost seemed to get bigger. “Like, the ones that move or do all of that fancy stuff? Do you?” She bounced in place, almost wanting to walk over and peer at him curiously like she wasn’t already close enough. “What does that involve? Do you use special ink? Do you have any I can see? Has anyone asked you for a stupid one?” Her rapidfire questions shout out, and she could barely contain herself.

He couldn't help but laugh a little when she leaped into the tattooing chair, her energy made him feel younger than he really was. She started talking and Gregoire got some of the things he would need from his tool box. He took a good long look at the sketch of the flower that he was about to draw onto her skin. He wanted the whole thing to flow together, to mold into her skin and become part of her, so he couldn't just put more trace paper down. No he wanted this to be perfect for her. "I know what you mean." He said with a nod of his head. Gregoire had fallen in love with tattoos for a number of reasons but the feeling was definitely in the top five list. Once he got his first tattoo he was hooked and he probably wouldn't stop until every piece of him was smothered in the wonderful ink. Even the top of his head was tattooed, not that it was very noticeable at the moment. During the winter he grew out his jet black hair and during the summer he cut it short or mostly off. Even though he had been looking over the drawing in his hands as she spoke he had still been paying attention to everything she said. When she mentioned her grandmother was going to be upset when she saw the tattoo he offered her another grin, it wasn't the first time he heard something like that, but the mention of her doctor caught his attention.

Pale eyes turned up to her and his lips moved to ask what she meant when she said doctor but she quickly spoke again and he wasn't the type to interrupt. "He gets that a lot, especially when the school girls come in for their art supplies. They flock to him like hes a religion." Gregoire shook his head and laughed, but he hadn't forgot about the doctor comment. He decided he would ask her about it before they really got started. The last thing the French man wanted to do was poke into her private life but considering what they were about to do there were things he needed to know. As she spoke his name his eyes met hers again, she was gorgeous sitting there twirling her hair. If things went well tonight Gregoire wanted to ask if he could sketch her. She had a look that he didn't find often. She was totally original, Gregoire respected that. "I do." Gregoire wasn't full of himself but in truth he was one of the only wizards who specialized in magical tattoos. There were other tattoo artists that used magical means but none of them did it the way he did. None of them used his system, it was completely of his own invention, and he was quite proud of it it, but he wasn't one to brag. He tried to answer her questions as she asked them but more just seemed to keep coming until he was laughing again.

"Well its a lot like a normal tattoo, just more complex." Gregoire had spent years perfecting the method he used and he hoped to teach it to Julian one day. "It is special ink, and the lines have to be tattooed multiple times in different positions. It takes a while longer than a regular tattoo. Sometimes multiple sessions depending on the size and how much motion is involved." The French man could talk about tattoos all day, especially magical ones, which he was quite fond of. "After that the ink is enchanted to move." He chewed on his lip ring for a moment thinking about her last two questions answering. "I do have a few of them. This is the first one I ever got to work right." Gregoire didn't mind showing people his tattoos, he got asked to quite a bit. After a while he just got used to it. Turning in his chair he held out his right arm to her with his forearm up. On the thickest part of his forearm, going from his inner elbow to just above his wrist and oriented so that he could read it was a picture of a plain brick wall and then slowly an outline appeared, and then after that it was colored in from left to right. The words were blocky and classic graffiti and the colors were his two favorite: green and yellow. Though the letters were mashed together like most graffiti it was clear enough to make out his family name, "Cartier".

"It took forever to get the ink to fill in just the way it would if it was being painted on a wall but I like the way it came out in the end." He smiled up at her, still holding his arm out in case she wanted to get a closer view. "I don't like to talk bad about people and their choices but there was one that was pretty bad." The memory of what a particularly strange witch had requested made him laugh again before he could finish the story. "She asked me to tattoo a big red arrow that flashed and moved south on her stomach toward well, you know, and that said 'The Money Maker' above it." He didn't go fully into detail because he imagined that Blo could fill in the blanks where he hadn't. "She loved it when it was done, so I guess that's really all that matters right?" Gregoire never expected to understand the meaning behind every tattoo he did but he did try to keep people from getting ink they would regret. He didn't ever want to put something onto someone that would one day give them bad memories. That wasn't what tattoos were meant to be, not in his mind. "Why are you interested in this one having moving parts?" He looked back down at the flower drawing in his hand and then at the lines already sketched onto her chest, chewing on his lip ring again. "We could do that, if you wanted. It will take longer. You'd have to come back to get it finished, not that I would mind." Giving her another smile Gregoire waited for her to answer, kind of hoping she would opt for coming back and seeing him again soon.

Blo’s eyes rolled around twice and she let out bright, loud chuckles at the idea of little girls coming onto Julian and praising him like he was a god. “I can admit he’s pretty, that’s easy peasy. If they had to live with him, it’d be a different story.” She snorted, swinging her legs. “He’s really messy sometimes and he snores.” She rolled her shoulders and curled up on the chair, wanting to wrap her arms around her legs, but not wanting to mess up the transfer. “D’ya got a blanket or something. My arms are cold.” Sure she could put on her shirt, but that’d defeat the purpose of framing the girls, yeah?

Her eyes lit up with interest when he mentioned the magical tattoos, and she focused on every word. “How many sessions do you need to get it fully done? And if only certain parts of it are done, do you need to tattoo the whole tattoo, or just those parts?” She stared at his lip for a moment while he chewed on it before forcefully turning her attention back to the limb that was offered to her. Her tiny hand wrapped around the wrist, fingers barely touching. Blo let her manicured nail slowly trail along the words, gently ghosting along each word.

“It’s very bright…And you did it yourself? On your own self?” She stared at him amazed, fingers turning small circles on his skin, before she turned back to his tattoo. “I’m impressed.” She kept her hand wrapped around his wrist, fingers tracing shapes on his skin as she listened to his story. She laughed loudly, shaking her head. “I’m halfway shameless, but I’d rather not have a sign towards the goods.” Blo snorted again, shrugging. “I’d…like part of it to move. I’d like the sand in the hourglass to move from top to bottom, and the smoke and fire bits to have a bit of movement. Everything very subtle. As much as I’d like the wings to move, it’d be ridiculous when its such a big piece and on a certain space.”

Thinking about it, she shrugged. “I want the best, so if it means I have to see you, that’s a burden I’m just going to have to accept.” Blo beamed at him, using her hand on his wrist to bring him closer. “Although, since we’re going to be seeing each other quite a bit, I’d like to meet elsewhere too…Can I take you out on a date?” Usually, the guy would ask that question. Blo’d never stood on that convention, and wanted to see more of Gregoire. If that meant that she’d had to ask him out, so be it. “Or you can ask me, I suppose.” She reached up to tap the tip of his nose lightly before letting him go.

“Should we talk colours?”

As soon as she asked Gregoire took a look around the room for something he could offer her. No matter what he did he couldn't keep the tattooing rooms from getting chilly. He assumed it had something to do with the room being on an outer wall, or the sterile tile on the floor, or the fact that the rickety old fashion heater didn't do very much good. Either way he wanted to make her more comfortable however he could but he didn't have a blanket. He didn't really have much of anything in the room unless she wanted to wrap herself up in the tattoo flash that was hanging on the walls. He frowned a little but then remembered that he had a hooded zip up sweater in the other room. He could get that for her, he planned to get that for her, but first he had to carve out a pause in her conversation. He liked how much she talked because she was exciting to listen to. She didn't just drone on and on, and he was surprised by how many innuendos she could fit into her sentences. She had skill. "There isn't a set number of sessions, depends on the size and how intricate the piece is really." He answered and his eyes darted from her to the doorway again. As she took hold of his wrist he felt her fingers just barely tracing along his skin. Grinning as he proudly nodded his head Gregoire was happy that she liked it. And she seemed impressed that he had done it on his own arm. It was difficult, but not impossible, but the French man wasn't the type to gloat. Not even if it would win him favor with a beautiful witch.

Blo spoke and as she did Greg could see the tattoo taking life of its own. His pale blue eyes slowing trailed back down her chest and landed on the spot where the outline of the tattoo was. He could see her chest rising and falling as she spoke and took breath. He knew she was probably aware that he was currently staring at her breasts but he made no effort to hide it or to stop. He'd been trying to be a gentlemen but the really was no use. In about twenty minutes his face would be a foot from her chest and his hands would be pressing up against it. As he thought about that fact for a moment a small smirk started to creep across his lips. He was so glad he didn't close up shop early tonight. She changed the topic and he was brought out of his thoughts. Her question surprised him and he chuckled lightly before smiling. Some people might recommend not mixing business and pleasure but Gregoire had no qualms about that, after all, he was an artist. She had asked him out on a date and he was not going to reject her. As quickly as she poised the question she was changing the topic again and Gregoire smiled as he tried to keep up. He hadn't answered her question but she hadn't exactly given him a lot of time.  He leaned against the counter as he took one last second to come up with something clever to say in response to her proposal and then he remembered that she was cold.

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea." He said, even though his words sounded serious the smile on his face disproved them. He took a few long strides and in seconds he had left her alone in the small room. After a few moments he returned, he tried to make the trip as short as possible, and in his large tattooed hand was a soft black zip up. The somewhat tattered sleeves would be too long for her but he didn't think that would matter. "I think you should let me take you to dinner." Gregoire was from a pureblood family but they were in no way high society. He wasn't insisting on taking her because that's what chivalrous respectable men do, he simply wanted to buy her dinner. "Do you like Italian?" He asked, hoping that she would say yes. Gregoire could eat his weight in spaghetti but he would probably avoid doing that in front of her. The messy French man usually ended up wearing the sauce by the end of the meal, he was a bit messy. He took a deep breath and and held out the sweater for her, silently excited to see her lean forward to put it on. After she had taken it from him he resumed his perch leaning against the counter casually.