Title: Tattoo…
Author: Dee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 732
Pairings: Gil/Nick
Characters: Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes
Warnings: AU Fluff…as always!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: In my dreams they are like, totally mine!
Beta: jayceepat and podga for their invaluable help in the Americanisation of the fic and their insightful comments. I thank high_striker for his wonderful icons. I am indebted to them all. Any errors are mine.
A/N: Don’t get too excited (!!), Part Two is a drabble with exactly 100 words! If I’ve got time I’ll post if later tonight!

Tattoo

Nick had spent many a happy minute or two, over the years they’d been together, thinking about getting a tattoo. Nothing fancy, just an emblem of his love and life with Gil. A little something that would say, ‘I am his’, or, ’we are together’ or even a straightforward, ‘I love Gil’.

Nothing too big either, because he’d heard it hurt and he wasn’t a masochist. Nick liked to think it would be a gift to Gil and once, quite early in their relationship, he’d thought of having it done as a birthday gift or maybe a Valentine’s Day present for Gil.

It was good thing he hadn’t had it done because he’d discovered that Gil did not like them. Well, ‘dislike’ was probably too strong a word for it, but Gil definitely thought they were a waste of time and some sort of strange and painful ritual that he did not want Nick to undertake, under any circumstances.

Of course, it became apparent over the ensuing years that it was Gil’s love of Nick’s skin that was the driver for his dislike of tattoos. Nick had smooth, unblemished skin over most of his body – it was creamy or lightly tanned depending on the time of year and their vacations.

There were very few scars, even from childhood accidents. He had a very neat appendectomy scar that you would have to search for to see and the accidents he’d had over the years at work had been well tended by various doctors and the scarring had been minimal.

Gil loved Nick’s skin. He really did. Given any opportunity he would stroke and caress Nick; his arms, his back, his legs, his feet and his ass – naturally - anywhere he could reach at any given time. He would run his hand up and down, or round and round, gently petting his lover. Sometimes it would be just that, a petting gesture of comfort for both men. At other times it was done to arouse and inflame their senses – and it did.

So Gil’s aversion to tattoos was really so that his lover’s skin remained smooth and unblemished for his eyes only. Added to that he didn’t want anyone thinking that he had encouraged Nick to have a tattoo to proclaim their love and had been the cause of pain and disfigurement to Nick.

So it seemed to be a given that there would be no tattoos at any time and that was that!

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This made it all the more strange when he appeared in the lab before one shift - several people noticed he was moving a little…cautiously…and a couple noticed he winced when he sat down or stretched over a desk to retrieve evidence. One lab rat, who shall remain nameless – Hodges - mused aloud that maybe the sex had been a little rougher than usual. His idea was dismissed publicly by all who heard him; privately they agreed that it was a very plausible explanation.

The shift wore on - it was fairly tedious and for once they were all able to leave on time. Gil and Nick took separate trucks home and when they finally arrived inside their home the questioning began.

“What’s wrong with you, you’re clearly in pain or discomfort of some sort?”

“I’m okay, don’t fuss.”

“You know I don’t fuss unnecessarily, you’ve broken me in, in that respect. So come on, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing really.”

“Hey, is it something embarrassing? Please don’t be embarrassed, oh sweetheart, you know I’ll help you in any way.”

“What? You think I’ve got something wrong…like hemorrhoids or….something? Honestly it’s not that, I promise.”

“Ha, then there is something isn’t there? Come on spill the beans.”

“Well, I didn’t intend for it be like this; I wanted it be a surprise, but it’s much more painful than I anticipated.”

“What……?”

“Hold on a minute, come into the bedroom.”

In the bedroom, pants, underwear and medical dressing were gingerly removed and there, neatly written in small letters across his right ass cheek – at a jaunty angle - were the words:

‘Property
of
Nick Stokes’.

Nick was absolutely dumbfounded….clearly speechless. Gil peered over his shoulder and said, “I just wanted you to know that I am yours now and forever, that I belong to you and that I love you…..but God, Nicky, it really hurts!”

Very Nearly The End

Tattoo Two…

“Could have been worse.”

“More painful?”

“No...it could’ve said, ‘Property of LVPD’.”

“Why would I have that on my ass?”

“Don’t they own you…body and soul?”

“No. Only you own me.”

“I do?”

“Yes. Why are you surprised?”

“It’s weird, is all.”

“I’m lost…’is all’!”

“You consider yourself my ‘property’.”

“I do.”

“It’s like a ‘submissive’ gesture.”

“Riiiggghhhttt. What - you want to tie me up?”

“Well….…”

“YOU DO?!”

“Do you want me to?”

“I asked first.”

“Mmmmm…well…yeah, maybe I do.”

“Oh!”

“Silk ties on your wrists - a silk scarf over you eyes…maybe…even…”

“NIC…...”

“Shut up; lie down ……”

The End