hospitality room.
Arkenon sighed. “I had forgotten how rough these things were.”
Tyla smirked, “I am having fun.”
He moved next to her and kissed her lightly. “Then all the frustration is worth it.”
Artur shifted next to Cori, and she stroked his arm. “Right, well, I am here to drop off these requests, and then, I want to show Cori around a little.”
They sat together around a table, and Artur began to pull out the pictures he had been working on. Several of them were based on the costumes in the cases that he had begged Cori to model for him. He changed the hair and eye colour but the pinups were definitely her.
Artur pulled out a folder with a seal. “This is the one I wanted to get done myself.”
Tyla leaned forward with curiosity and gasped when the image of Cori holding a sheet up to herself with wings for arms and hair tumbled over one eye, was set on the table.
“Wow. The wings are so pink. Are you a flamingo?” Tyla was looking at her with worshipful eyes.
“Um, yes. Yes, I am.” She had no idea that he wanted to get a tattoo of her on him.
“I think your colouring is gorgeous. I am just a goose.”
Arkenon snorted and shook his head. “You are not just anything, Tyla.”
Artur reached in and brought out a second folder. “Here is the one you asked for.”
Arkenon opened the folder and grinned. “Perfect.”
Tyla moved around to see what he saw and she slapped his arm. “You are not putting me on you.”
He chuckled. “I can if Artur is willing to swap skills for skills. I was thinking we could get together in two weeks or so.”
The boys opened their phones and set their playdate for after thanksgiving.
Tyla and Cori met gazes and rolled their eyes.
Cori nodded. “If you want to stay for a few days, I can set up a guestroom.”
Tyla asked, “Do you have space?”
Artur nodded. “We have space.”
Tyla and Cori sat with cups of coffee while the men looked at the pretty pictures.
“Don’t you mind him using you for the template of the tattoos? Some of those are going to be on complete strangers within a month.”
Cori shrugged. “He changes me enough and basically is using me as a reference point. I don’t mind. I use him for my designs as well, so it is a fair trade.”
“What kind of designs?”
“I am a costumer. I make and design costumes that I sell to folks for parties, re-enactments and conventions. Now and then, I dabble in movies and theatre but freaky pieces for folks to prance around in is my speciality.”
Tyla grinned. “I admire your fashion sense. Not everyone could pull off a short skirt, bustle, corset and fishnet stockings and sleeves. You are both exposed and completely concealed. Bravo.”
“That is what I was going for.” Cori laughed.
Tyla was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with comfortable sneakers.
“Could you design me something for events like this?” Tyla whispered it so that Arkenon wouldn’t hear.
“I don’t see why not. If you come with Arkenon for the tattoo exchange, you and I will work on the design while they play.”
“It’s a date.”
They shook on it and a weird tingle went up Cori’s arm. She rubbed her hand. “What is that?”
Tyla blinked innocently. “Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.”
Arkenon looked back at them and winked while Cori tried to figure out what kind of nothing it could have been.
Cori and Artur wandered through the tattoo expo, and she saw sights that she had never imagined. Of course, the reason that she had never imagined them was that they would haunt her dreams. Body piercing in an open forum just didn’t seem like a good idea, and forehead implants just weren’t sound in her estimation.
Once Artur explained a Prince Albert to her, she spent her time staring at men’s crotches trying to figure who had one.
He was chortling every time she gasped, and she got the feeling he was going to be hoarse by the end of the day.
“Stop snickering, Artur. You are the one expecting me to
Arkenon sighed. “I had forgotten how rough these things were.”
Tyla smirked, “I am having fun.”
He moved next to her and kissed her lightly. “Then all the frustration is worth it.”
Artur shifted next to Cori, and she stroked his arm. “Right, well, I am here to drop off these requests, and then, I want to show Cori around a little.”
They sat together around a table, and Artur began to pull out the pictures he had been working on. Several of them were based on the costumes in the cases that he had begged Cori to model for him. He changed the hair and eye colour but the pinups were definitely her.
Artur pulled out a folder with a seal. “This is the one I wanted to get done myself.”
Tyla leaned forward with curiosity and gasped when the image of Cori holding a sheet up to herself with wings for arms and hair tumbled over one eye, was set on the table.
“Wow. The wings are so pink. Are you a flamingo?” Tyla was looking at her with worshipful eyes.
“Um, yes. Yes, I am.” She had no idea that he wanted to get a tattoo of her on him.
“I think your colouring is gorgeous. I am just a goose.”
Arkenon snorted and shook his head. “You are not just anything, Tyla.”
Artur reached in and brought out a second folder. “Here is the one you asked for.”
Arkenon opened the folder and grinned. “Perfect.”
Tyla moved around to see what he saw and she slapped his arm. “You are not putting me on you.”
He chuckled. “I can if Artur is willing to swap skills for skills. I was thinking we could get together in two weeks or so.”
The boys opened their phones and set their playdate for after thanksgiving.
Tyla and Cori met gazes and rolled their eyes.
Cori nodded. “If you want to stay for a few days, I can set up a guestroom.”
Tyla asked, “Do you have space?”
Artur nodded. “We have space.”
Tyla and Cori sat with cups of coffee while the men looked at the pretty pictures.
“Don’t you mind him using you for the template of the tattoos? Some of those are going to be on complete strangers within a month.”
Cori shrugged. “He changes me enough and basically is using me as a reference point. I don’t mind. I use him for my designs as well, so it is a fair trade.”
“What kind of designs?”
“I am a costumer. I make and design costumes that I sell to folks for parties, re-enactments and conventions. Now and then, I dabble in movies and theatre but freaky pieces for folks to prance around in is my speciality.”
Tyla grinned. “I admire your fashion sense. Not everyone could pull off a short skirt, bustle, corset and fishnet stockings and sleeves. You are both exposed and completely concealed. Bravo.”
“That is what I was going for.” Cori laughed.
Tyla was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with comfortable sneakers.
“Could you design me something for events like this?” Tyla whispered it so that Arkenon wouldn’t hear.
“I don’t see why not. If you come with Arkenon for the tattoo exchange, you and I will work on the design while they play.”
“It’s a date.”
They shook on it and a weird tingle went up Cori’s arm. She rubbed her hand. “What is that?”
Tyla blinked innocently. “Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.”
Arkenon looked back at them and winked while Cori tried to figure out what kind of nothing it could have been.
Cori and Artur wandered through the tattoo expo, and she saw sights that she had never imagined. Of course, the reason that she had never imagined them was that they would haunt her dreams. Body piercing in an open forum just didn’t seem like a good idea, and forehead implants just weren’t sound in her estimation.
Once Artur explained a Prince Albert to her, she spent her time staring at men’s crotches trying to figure who had one.
He was chortling every time she gasped, and she got the feeling he was going to be hoarse by the end of the day.
“Stop snickering, Artur. You are the one expecting me to
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