Wild80

Zac was straddling Emma now, and he had her wrists pinned to the blanket with one large hand. "Hold still, Em." he grinned down through his long golden strands, taking a handful of warm dry sand in his free hand. "What for?" she asked, laughing.
"What for? That's a stupid question..." Jenny teased from the other blanket, making Taylor laugh. "Shut up! Who's the perv now?" Emma retorted and Zac admonished her to be still again. "Fine..' she giggled.
"That's not still.." he told her and she took a deep breath. Zac took the warm dry sand and drizzled it over her belly, making her giggle again. "Emma! BE still.." he chuckled. "That's tickles, Zac. What the hell are you doing?" she asked. "SHUT UP, Jen." she added quickly before Jenny could shoot off another smart remark, which made the whole group laugh. "Okay. Just lay right there and DON'T MOVE." Zac grinned down at her and moved to lie next to her. He rested on his side, his head propped up on his hand, and stroked her clumpy damp curls off her face. She smiled up at him then raised her head to look at her tummy. "OH GOOD GOD!" she laughed. "DON'T MOVE I SAID!" Zac told her, "You have to lay there long enough so that the tan lines show up.." he grinned. He had written his name across her tummy with sand and he wanted her to let the rest of her skin get darker, sort of a reverse tattoo. "Zac..god..I would baby, but I do have that video gig to do in a couple of days." she stroked his cheek. I can just see the make-up artist smearing tha goop all over my tummy every five minutes. I'll sweat it off.." she said. "Kay.." he smiled down at her and she grabbed the back of his head. She pulled his mouth down onto hers and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. "Mmm.." he grinned. "What was that for?" he asked. "Because YOU are not the only genius in this bunch." she giggled. "Get up you sexy hunk of drummer." she smiled and stood, brushing the sand off her tummy. "Why?" he asked.
"Just do it." she told him, grabbing a comb out of her bag and sticking a large amount of cash in her bikini top. "We'll be back in an hour, guys.." she said to the almost comatose group lying on their blankets. "Jen, watch bag.." she said. "Where ya goin'?" Jen leaned up, already having a good idea. "Surprise.." she told her and then Jenny knew. "Kay. I got your bag, but hurry up. I'm getting in the mood for some spicy mexican food. haven't had a good case of heartburn since I was pregnant with Hannah." she laughed. "Kay. Should only take an hour though, babe." Emma repeated, and tugged Zac along by the hand.
"Em?" he asked, "Where ARE we going?" "Just hang on baby. We'll be there in three minutes. You don't even have to go near the truck." she told him, combing out her curls, then giving them a shake. Zac followed her, combing out his hair, then pulling it back. By the time he was done they were standing outside the tattoo parlor, between the convenience store where they usually bought their beer, and the surf shop where they rented , and bought, their surfboards. "Come on.." she grinned and tugged his hand. "Emma! No..baby..I was joking..you don't have to.." he sputtered, shocked. "I want to." she told him. "But I can't unless you hold my hand.." "Emma...baby...it's permanent.." he warned. "And we're NOT?" she asked with her hand on her hip. "I WANT this, Zac. You don't have to get one, but I want to." she said forcefully. "I'm YOURS, remember?" she asked softly, reminding him of his earlier assualt on her body. "I want it in a place where only you can see it, and when you do, you won't have to wonder.." she told him.

"Emma.." he sighed heavily, reluctantly admitting to himself that he thought what she was about to do would be very sexy. "You're sure?" he asked again. "Definately." she tiptoed up to kiss him thoroughly as he held her close to him. "Kay." he relented and opened the door for her.

After a few minutes of discusion, and another attempt by Zac to give Emma an out, the design was decided on. Emma was having trouble staying still, one because she was cold, clad in only her bikini and board shorts, two, because of the location she'd chosen for her tattoo. Zac sat back in a chair and asked the artist if he could sit behind her on the table. "If she'll be still, yeah.." he said and backed up to let them arrange themselves. Zac sat on the table while Emma just slipped her board shorts off, leaving her in nothing but her bathing suit. She climbed up and settled herself between his legs, her back against his chest. Zac wrapped his arms around her and she laid her head back on his shoulder, tilting her chin up to kiss his cheek. "Thank you, baby.." she said softly and then both turned to watch the artist do his work, Zac stroking her hair back off her face the entire time. He was amazed at Emma's threshold for pain, she barely flinched
once she was comfortable, only biting her lip a couple of times before the artist was through. The tattoo was in a tender spot, on her tummy off to the side, just above where her bikini bottoms dipped into a 'V'. "Well?" Emma looked up at Zac. "Do you like it?" she asked him once the artist announced he was finished. "Hell yeah...it looks good baby.." he grinned down at her, then kissed her passionately, pulling away when the artist cleared his throat. Emma and Zac grinned sheepishly at each other, then Emma hopped down from the table, making a big show of modeling her new tattoo for Zac. Zac chuckled as she posed, and even the tattoo artists shook his head with a slight smile. "Can you tell what it is?" Emma asked him. "Well...I can, but I know what I'm looking for. When Jen holds you down and makes you show it to her, see what she says. I think it's awesome baby.." he grinned widely at her then handed her the board shorts she'd recently slipped
out of. She slipped them back on while the artist handed Zac the special cream, and told him how she should use it. "Dude..oh shit...hey can I go back in the water?" Emma asked the artist. He looked intently at her. "You're the one with the orange and black wetsuit?" he asked her. "Yeah.." she knit her brows together, curious. "Why?" she asked. "As long as you wear the suit." he told her, "and put the cream on as soon as you get out. Saw that wave you took before you came in...sweet." he grinned and then Emma started to reach into her bikini top for the money to pay him, but Zac wouldn't let her. Zac grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, paid the guy and ushered Emma out the door.

"ZAC!" Emma exclaimed once her had her outside. "Why did you do that? I could have paid for it, kind of like a gift for you.." she pouted.
"Because. I wanted to. You went through the pain of it, for ME. I love you baby.." he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. "Plus it's sexy as hell and I'm all wound up now.." he grinned, pulling her close to him and grinding his semi hard cock against her belly. She sucked in her breath, he'd rubbed on her tender, newly inked flesh."Oh damn...sorry baby.." he grinned again. "You make me crazy, just can't help myself."
"I know a better place for you to rub that thing.." she giggled, tracing it lighty through his shorts with her fingertips. "Mmmmpf..." he groaned slightly and pulled her close again. "You do, huh?" he looked down at her and raked his fingers through her curls. "Where?" he challenged. "Come on....." she giggled and grabbed his hand, tugging him after her. He loved when she did that, showing him her excitement and how she wanted him to be a part of it. It always reminded him of that first date, when she dragged him all over the Santa Monica pier like an over-excited little girl. "Em!" he laughed, "Slow down, baby..."
"You won't be sayin' THAT in about five minutes.." she looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled, tossing her curly hair to the side. "Now come on.." she tugged at his hand again and laughed. "Damn..." he grinned to himself and followed her around the corner to the back of the line of buildings that faced the beach. There was a hidden corner, where two building used to be separtate, but had been joined together so the convenience store could expand. They had also built out, so there was a large square protrusion with a corner that was completely sheided from people walking or driving by.