Pikeleth, 16?
16. things you said with no space between us (pikeleth)
“Did you know your eyes have gold flecks in them?”
“Uhm…”
“It’s so pretty Kiki, I dunno how I didn’t notice before!” Pike grinned, setting her now silent tattoo gun aside as she stripped the black nitrile gloves from her hands and tossed them in a nearby wastebasket.
Though Keyleth and Pike had been friends for years beforehand, the last few months they’d grown even closer during the multi-hour tattoo sessions as Pike finished Keyleth’s intricate mantle tattoo. Today the tattoo was finally done and Pike couldn’t help but feel a bit cocky, because it was some of the best work she’d ever done.
Keyleth remained quiet as Pike gently applied a second skin bandage over the newly tattooed sections, her teeth worrying at her chapped bottom lip while she watched the small white-haired woman go about her usual “post-tattoo” routine.
“So I know this was our last session...but um...do you want to maybe-” The red-head’s freckled cheeks turned a bright pink shade as she screwed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. “Do you want to maybe go on a date with me?”
After a moment of silence, Keyleth felt the black leather beside her dip as Pike returned to her side.
“You beat me to it, Kiki.” The tattoo artist crooned, gently resting her palm against Keyleth’s flaming cheek. “I was gonna ask you out at the cash register.”
Pike threw a ripped jean clad leg over Keyleth’s slender torso so she was straddling it and pressed her small hands into the chair on either side of Keyleth’s head, “Open your eyes, please.”
She could feel the soft puffs of air as Pike spoke, which meant their faces had to be inches from each other.
Oh gosh. Keyleth’s eyelashes fluttered softly before she finally opened her eyes to see Pike’s baby blue hues staring down at her with a soft expression.
“Why don’t you come to my place on Friday? I’ll cook, and you can make some of your famous snickerdoodles,” Pike offered, waggling her brows to try and get Keyleth to snort-giggle at least once before she left.
The red-head rolled her eyes at Pike’s silly antics and brought her arms up to pinch at the back of the smaller woman’s thigh where she was known to be ticklish.
“Hey!” The white haired woman exclaimed, pouting and sitting up so she could cross her tattooed arms over her chest.
Keyleth followed her up, easily supporting Pike’s weight as she sighed and put on her best puppy-dog eyes, “If you make my favorite French Toast for dinner, you have yourself a deal.”
“It’s a date!”
After the words faded they realized their faces were still inches from each other, and as much as Pike wanted to take Keyleth by the sides of her face and kiss her until they both were gasping for breath, she didn’t want to overwhelm the woman just after they’d agreed to go on a date.
There was a small sound from Keyleth as she chased Pike’s lips and pressed a single, sweet kiss there before pulling back to rest her forehead against the gnome’s, “So what do I get since I beat you to it?”
Pike laughed heartily and brushed a few curls out of Keyleth’s face before pulling back as she descended from the tattoo chair and threw a wink over her shoulder, “I guess you’ll have to find out on Friday!”
