Velvet Ink (Flash Erotica,BBW, Romance,WMBW) (3 page)

"Em's got a da-aate!" Erica sang, teasing her sister.

"It's not a date. He was just trying to be nice. I told him I liked metal, so he just asked me to come out."

"Well, technically if a guy asks you out to eat and wants to take you to a show, that's a date!"

Emily rolled her eyes at her sister and wished she would stop trying to assume that there was more to Luke's invitation.

"What are you gonna wear? I hope it's not one of those stupid baggy t-shirts you always wear. You look like a dude in that get-up!"

"I'll wear what the hell I wanna wear. Shut up!"

"Come on Em... he gave you a pretty little tatt on your shoulder, and you're gonna repay him by covering it up?"

Emily thought about this for a minute. She hated to admit it, but Erica was right.

"Fine… what should I wear then?"

"I got you! You are gonna look sooo sexy for him." she smirked.

"Ugh! What-ever man!"

Erica quickly rummaged through her own closet and brought out a few outfits. The two weren't far apart in size. The only difference between them was that Emily was more heavily endowed in the chest area. They spent a while disputing over what would be the best outfit; Emily didn't want to look trashy. They finally came up with an outfit that they both could agree on and Erica straightened her sister's hair for the approaching date.

***

Emily walked down the steps where Luke was waiting for her. She was really nervous, because she didn't know if this was really a date or just a friendly invitation. Her sister had put these thoughts into her head and now she was on edge.

"Wow! You look really nice" Luke said staring at her outfit.

Emily wore a black, short sleeved blazer with a low-cut, red silk tank top underneath, and tight leather pants which showed off her curvy hips. Erica also threw in a pair of her favorite red heels to complete the ensemble. She wore no heavy makeup; only red lip-gloss to go with the look.

"Thank you." she said smiling.

"If I had known you were gonna get so fancy I would've dressed up too." he laughed.

"It's too much isn't it?" she said feeling a little awkward.

"No, no you look great!" he said in his black button-up shirt and black jeans. "Who's that?"

She turned around to see Erica grinning at them.

"That's my idiot sister." she sighed.

He laughed and waved at her.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah!" she said wanting to get out of Erica's sight.

Luke wanted to take her to the Grand Lux Café. It was one of his favorite places to dine out but she had never been there. It sounded very high class. She was used to eating at restaurants which were probably much less formal and she didn't know too many rules of etiquette. Their short drive to the restaurant was a quiet one. There was only a little small talk about the state of the tattoo and whether or not she felt any unusual irritation. He still made her nervous and she didn't feel completely at ease around him. Of course she could have canceled their dinner date but she hadn't gone out since the accident. She was hoping to enjoy herself just this once.

When they pulled up to the parking lot, she was surprised at how grand the three story building was. The cafe could have compared to a five star hotel. The scarlet walls were adorned with gorgeous sconce lighting and a sparkling crystal chandelier hung from the top floor’s ceiling. The restaurant's color theme was crimson and gold, and blood-red Catina chairs and tables matched the décor perfectly. Emily was dazzled by all the beauty around her, as they were led to their reserved seats. Their table had a great view of the city lights and Emily began to think about how much this all seemed like an actual date. Luke proceeded to order a bottle of red wine and waited for their server to leave.

"This place is really nice!" she smiled

"Yeah, thought you would like it."

"I was expecting a pizza place or burger joint." she laughed.

"Now what kind of date would I be if I took you for burgers?" he said, confirming that it really was a date.

"Well I uh... didn't think this really was a date to be honest. I thought it was just a casual thing."

He smiled and his eyes fell upon the waiter approaching with the bottle of wine. They were both served a glass and were left alone once again as their orders were taken.

"I like being very direct with people... and I like you. I'll bet you thought that I was into only a certain type." he said sipping his glass of wine.

"Well, yea... I haven't had many good experiences when I was dating, and now with this scar on my back, things just got worse."

"If you ask me, I don't think you needed to cover it up. You're beautiful as you are Em. But ... I guess I wouldn't have met you if you hadn't tried to get it covered up. "Why don't you show it off? You can't hide that beautiful skin tonight!" he smiled.

She smiled bashfully and carefully removed the blazer, baring her shoulders for him to see. She really wanted him now. She loved how he called her Em. It made things seem more intimate and she found herself being turned on by him once again.

"I always wanted to ask you this... I hear a slight accent when you speak. Where are you from?" he asked.

"I'm from the Caribbean. I grew up in Saint Lucia and came to the U.S. when I was 10."

"It must be really beautiful over there. I've heard a lot about it. It's like a perfect honeymooning spot right?"

"Yeah, I grew up near one of its beaches. I had a lot of fun there as a kid."

"Don't you miss it?"

"I do... even though that's where my accident happened, I'd still love to go back. It's home."

He paused and took another sip of his drink, as did she.

"Do you still want to get your whole back covered up?"

She thought about this for a while. Here was a gorgeous man telling her that she was beautiful and had no need for a tattoo; yet did she really believe that? For someone who had experienced more downs than ups in life, she couldn't rely on his opinion of her. She wanted to feel beautiful... or at least normal again.

She almost believed what he just said. Life's circumstances had taught her to think that way. Her motto had been “doubt everything and everyone”.

“
Yes…I hate feeling deformed." she said sadly, almost wanting to cry as memories of past insults came back to her.

He reached for her clasped hands across the table.

"Em... you're not deformed. If anyone thinks you are they're shallow and you don't need people like that in your life." he said with a serious face.

"Shit happens right? I just deal with life, as it comes my way." she said forcing a smile.

He looked sad. 

"Well then I guess it's my job to change that."

"Good luck!" 

The alcohol was slowly affecting her and she was starting to lighten up.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to talk about depressing things. Everyone has their issues right? I'm just dealing with mine the best way I know how. I came out with you intending to have some fun... so don't look so sad OK? For me?" she said with a warm smile.

He smiled in response.

"I really meant what I said Em... but if you really want to go through with it, I finished the sketch."

"You did? When can I see it?" she asked a little excited.

"Whenever you want." he smiled. "I was wondering... do you still wanna go to the show? I had a long day at work and I'm kinda tired. If you want, we can go see the sketch at my place after we eat."

"Yeah, I'd love to see it."

They had a few more glasses of wine as they enjoyed their courses, and Emily found herself getting more comfortable with him. She told him more about her early life in St. Lucia, which he seemed to take a lot of interest in. She also learned that Luke and Ethan's parents had passed away when they were very young. Ethan took it upon himself to take care of his brother and they slowly found a niche that could both thrive in. The two now lived together in a flat not too far from Twisted Ink. She was having a great time and didn't want the night to end but she was eager to see the finished design.

***

Luke kissed her lips tenderly while he caressed her arms. As soon as they got to his room he grabbed unto Emily and gave her a surprise kiss. She was startled at first but slowly released the tension in her body since she wanted him just as much. He held her against the wall and pressed his body onto hers, letting her feel his need for her. She came to her senses however and quickly pulled back from the kiss. Emily began to worry that he lied about finishing the design and only said so to lure her back to his home.

"I'm sorry Luke but... I can't."

He stopped in his tracks and loosened his grip on her arms.

"Shit Em, I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. You look so beautiful tonight... I could've kissed you when you first walked down the steps tonight."

"I... it's alright." she said giving him a smile. "Did you really finish the sketch?"

"Yea, it’s right here."

He let her go and walked up to a large covered easel near his bed.

Emily felt cold and empty without his arms around her but she had ruined the moment and couldn't take it back. He lifted the white cloth covering and stood aside for her to see. It was much more beautiful than the first sketch. He used a greater variety of colors to give the butterfly wings more depth, adding a 3d effect to the design. Emily was speechless and overjoyed at the same time. She felt unworthy of such a beautiful piece.

"I don't think my body can do this justice." she said. "It's too beautiful for someone like me."

"What? What do you mean? You think you don't deserve this?" he asked sounding a little upset.

She was quiet since she didn't want to say anything more to get him upset. Luke realized how harsh he sounded and his face softened.

"Listen Em, I don't know what you've been through with other guys but I'm telling you... you are fucking gorgeous. If I could take your scars onto myself, just to save you from how you're feeling right now, I would. "

"My scar, you mean?

"No... scars. Scars from those who've hurt you in the past."

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." she smiled sadly.

"No you're not but I'll do my best to show you your worth. You deserve that tatt and it's yours if you still want it."

Emily smiled and couldn't resist him anymore.

She slowly leaned in to kiss him and hoped that he wouldn't reject her. He didn't and their lips met again for the second time. Luke seemed hungry for her and sucked hard on her lips as his hands caressed her neck. He gently removed the blazer and trailed his fingers along her arms as the jacket dropped to the floor. Emily moaned softly as he ran his cool fingers below her neckline and down to the curves of her breasts. He massaged them, yet refrained from touching the sensitive and hardening nipples beneath the silk fabric. 

Can you turn around for me Em?"