Another flashfiction. You get one hour to write a complete fic from a word or phrase.

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Jason Morgan hated needles, couldn't stand the sight of blood and yet there he was, stripping off his shirt and hopping onto the sterile table. It was all her fault. The woman that invaded his dreams at night, the woman he couldn't get out of his head no matter how hard he tried.

Easing onto the paper-covered table, Jason layed face pressed down, back exposed and gritting his teeth all in preparation for what was to come next.

"Just Relax," she said, her voice soft and soothing.

"That's easy for you to say, you're not the one getting pricked with that thing," Jason replied, steeling his jaw as the cold iodine washed over his skin.

The woman laughed, tossing her curly hair over her shoulder. "Don't tell me you're one of those guys who pretends to be all macho and is afraid of a teeny tiny needle."

Looking over his shoulder Jason rolled his eyes as she prepared. "You call that thing tiny?"

"Men!" She scoffed, pouring little capfuls of colourful die out beside her equipment.

"So..." He began not really having anything to say. All he knew was that he had needed to talk to this woman for so long and now here he was, willing to inflict injury to his body just to be in the same with her. This was definitely an adventure he had not planned when he woke up.

"So what?" She laughed.

"Oh, nothing." He sighed, trying to relax.

She tried to hide her smile as the goose bumps rose on his skin and tried to put the big man before her at ease. "You a little nervous?"

"Maybe just a little," he offered, chucking.

"That's okay, just relax." She laid a hand on his hot back and he couldn't help the small shiver she sent down his spine. "Have you decided on a design?"

Turning his head, he looked up at her, appreciating her soft voice and warm eyes. She really was beautiful. "Anything. It doesn't matter."

"You're going to have this the rest of your life, don't you think it should be something you like?" This, coming from the girl with the butterfly tattoo. The beautiful butterfly that fluttered in his dreams, when their skin touched. The butterfly that had caught his attention too many days ago to count and everyday after that. What he wouldn't give to have that butterfly against his skin, but he'd settle for one of his own. He sucked in his breath.

"I think I'd like a butterfly. Maybe like the one you have," Jason said softly.

Her face flushed and she bit down on her lip, soothed it with her tongue before she smiled. "How did you know?"

To her surprise a crimson stain coated his cheeks when he looked back at her. "I've seen you around," he confessed. "You have that other job at Kelly's and when you wear that pink top with the zipper...I didn't mean to look." He apologized.

"It's okay," she said, still smiling and he took that as a good sign. "You've been checking up on me then?" Her tone was teasing and he ate it up.

The smile that passed his lips was bold and sexy. "I guess I have."

"I work a few jobs to pay for school and rent. It can be tough sometimes but the tips at Kelly's are good."

He eyed the needle as it lay in wait; decided to keep the conversation flowing. Perhaps he wouldn't have to go to such extreme measures to get this girls attention after all. "What do you study?"

"Art, of course."

"Right," he said, smiling like a fool.

They stayed in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before either spoke again.

"I guess we should get started," she said, taking out a bunch of books with sample tattoos in them. "Flip through that, see which one you like." When she went to hand him the book, he refused to take it.

"I already know the one I want," Jason confessed, meeting her eyes.

She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. His eyes were a stormy blue, with flecks of gray. They glinted under the overhead light and made her very aware suddenly of their close proximity and the fact that he was shirtless with sculpted abs and tight back muscles, she'd only every seen in underwear ads. Real men were not supposed to look that perfect. This stranger made her feel light headed and that excited her. She liked to flirt with danger and from the looks of him, he'd be able to show it to her.

"W-Which one?" She asked, even though she had a pretty good guess of what he was after.

Sitting up suddenly, Jason placed his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him. From the edge of her low-cut top, he could make out just one wing of the wonderfully coloured butterfly that lay hidden under the satin and lace of her bra. "This one," Jason told her, touching the creature with the tip of his finger. He couldn't believe what he was doing, he'd never been that obvious in his entire life, but there was something special about this woman. Something that made him want to get to know her; find out if she had any other hidden treasures on her smooth peaches and cream skin.

"O-Okay," she stuttered and took a step back, needing the distance to get control of her breathing.

Laying back down, Jason readied himself for the sting of the needle; closed his eyes when she wiped away the leftover ink with caring fingers. Gripping the underside of the table Jason continued to curse softly as the needle came down once again on his already reddened flesh.

"Done," she announced as she applied cream to area she'd just abused for the last hour. How she made it through without flipping the man over and taking him right there, she'd never know. Apparently she had more will power than she ever thought. After taping on a white bandage, the woman threw off her gloves and stood back.

Jason got off of the table, towering over her and smiled. "It hurts like hell." He laughed and was delighted to her the sweet sound of her own laughter as it filled the room.

"It will for a while," she said, handing him a card. "Read this and do everything it says. I don't want you to get that infected."

"I will. Thank you." Jason looked around awkwardly, if he was going to make a move now was the time.

Handing him another piece of paper, the woman said, "You can pay up front."

"Wait, that's it?" He hadn't come all this way, gone through the torture of thousands of needle pricks and the pain of having to lay with an erection for over an hour, while her hands touched and teased him for nothing.

"What more do you want?" She teased and the spark that lit her eyes made him groan.

"Your name. Can I at least have your name?"

"I think we're well past the name stage, after all we now have matching tattoos, but it's Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth," he said, feeling it out; liking the way it rolled off his tongue. "Elizabeth," Jason said again, looing down at the petite brunette. "I'm Jason by the way."

Her smile was instant as she made her way out of the room, stopping at the doorway to give him a wink. "I know."