Aisha, CougarWord Count:
Aisha gets a commemorative tattoo; Cougar helps with the aftercareA/N:
Written for kink_bingo
She showed Cougar before everyone else for myriad reasons, not all of which were in words in her head. Because he was silent. Because he understood them, somehow, he had always understood the dynamic between them and been able to translate Clay to her, her to Clay. Because he knew how she felt, and she wasn't as sure of Jensen, despite some of the things Jensen understood (to her surprise). Because she was comfortable around his silence and she wasn't sure what words she wanted right now, but better few to no words than a whole lot of potentially wrong ones.
The right ones... no, even though she knew what she wanted she wasn't sure what the right ones would be. Saying that he was back brought with it all kinds of doubts and fears of false hope. Anything else would be less.
It didn't take long, was only minimally painful. Or maybe she was just distracted. The buzz of the needle tool droned into her thoughts and soothed her, if not to the point of unconsciousness. Which was good, because there was no peace in unconsciousness these days. There were only the dreams her subconscious mind brought up to either soothe her or torment her, she wasn't sure which. Dreams where he was alive again. And they were walking, working, something. Together. In bed, together, and then she had to wake up to a bed alone.
The artist wiped off the last of the blood and applied solution, and a bandage, but not before she'd inspected it. It was good.
Later, after careful thought, she went to Cougar for help with the aftercare. ( Read more... )