You're Name on Me

by SquibNation10 (ao3)

The dingle of the bell doesn’t make Marietta look up. She’s busy adding the finishing touches to a gigantic dragon tattoo across a man’s shoulder blades. It’s a popular request, and she’s known for crafting beautiful designs tailored to each of her clients. It’s what her shop is known for: COMBE INK. For the past decade, if anyone who was anyone wanted the best ink in town, they came to her.
But sometimes, she wishes there were more variety. There are only so many dragons before she feels like she’s seen them all.

She finishes the shading, it’s a red Peruvian Vipertooth, and places the tattoo quill on her silver tray. She wipes the completed tattoo, shoulder blade to shoulder blade, with a charmed cloth to clean it, then takes a special ointment, dittany mixed with a dosage of orange essence, to help heal and lock in the colour longer.

Then she takes a clear bottle and shakes it, pinching the cap to spray a mist. It’s meant to keep the magic in the ink intact. Patting it dry with another clean towel, she taps the bloke’s back to signal she’s done.

“Have a look in the mirror,” she encourages, as the wizard sits up and checks himself out in the long display mirror. Marietta cleans her equipment and spots, in the corner of her eye, her wife Cho leaning on the counter. Her back’s to her. She’s wearing her special heeled sneakers that make her arse stick out in denim shorts and a black tank top, twirling her hair as she flips through a magazine.

Marietta lingers on those thick, sturdy thighs and huffs in amusement. She catches the wizard eyeing Cho too and zaps her wand at his exposed chest, causing him to yelp in surprise.

“Eyes on me, dawg, that’s my wife. And pay up.”

The wizard frowns, massaging the red skin, and drops a pouch of Galleons on his vacant seat. “Thanks.”

“Sure. See your way out.”

She knows he can’t help himself. Cho is drop-dead gorgeous, but she’s her wife.

The wizard leaves, pulling his coat back over his shoulders. She’s glad it’ll probably be a while before he decides to come back.

“Are you done?” Cho turns, still leaning against the counter, chewing some kind of gum. With her dark red lips and black eyeliner, Marietta is mesmerised a bit.

“Closing shop now.” Marietta locks the front door. “Couldn’t wait to see me until I got home?”

“Training ended early.”
Cho plays for the Tutshill Tornadoes, her dream team, and she always looks stunning in that sky blue uniform, but outside of it, Cho enjoys darker shades. She saunters over to Marietta.

“Thought I’d surprise you. And besides,” she adds, a sly smile curling her lips, her fingers tracing circles atop Marietta’s arm, “it’s been a while since I’ve had you mark me. I had an idea.”

“Better not be a dragon,” Marietta says, pulling Cho to sit on her lap. Cho squeals in delight. Marietta’s work chair is a sturdy piece of wood (the first piece of furniture that’s lasted years in her business). It holds fond memories for both of them.

“I just spent four hours on the last one.”

“People love the classics too much,” Cho says, tracing Marietta’s underjaw and leaning closer, eyes glinting. “I wasn’t thinking magical creature. I was thinking more… landscape.”

Marietta raises her brows. “Sounds like a lot of work.”

“Well, you get me worked up.” Cho leans in for a kiss.

Marietta hums. It’s not the first time she’s been reminded of how wonderful her life is, because Cho’s added so much colour to it.

They’ve been close friends since Hogwarts, with a period of troubling times— Cho and other boys, Cedric’s death, Marietta’s Sneak jinx, and the Battle of Hogwarts… It had almost driven them apart. She’s forever grateful that Cho came into her shop when she first opened it and requested a tattoo. Meeting her again and reconnecting… they both realised there was something more.

Marietta has always known boys weren’t for her. Only after Hogwarts did she allow herself to grow into the image she felt more comfortable in. It’s true, the Sneak jinx influenced her to take on more drastic body modifications, and she hates to give credit to Hermione. Although the golden girl apologised personally, Marietta still had to endure the word Sneak on her face for a good while.

Madam Pomfrey couldn’t erase it immediately, but helped recolour the scars so they weren’t as noticeable. That was her gateway into tattooing. Marietta soon began to enjoy the art, tattooing a small black cloud artfully along her cheek. Her hair is in a buzzcut under her beanie, and she wears long, baggy shirts and thick trousers. Her tattoo complements her overall look.

Most importantly, Cho finds it hot.

Her wife pushes herself off Marietta and lies on the work chair, displaying herself like a model ready for a photoshoot, pushing back long black hair to expose her neck. Marietta traces every inch of her with her eyes. Cho has a lot of tattoos on her body, all done by Marrietta.

The first was on her right shoulder: a pair of wings and a broom, her dream team’s logo. Later came little charms and reminders of things she loves, books, her parents’ names. Their two Kneazle babies, Change and Eddie. 

The best part about her getting a tattoo was that, except for the first one, Cho uses it as an opportunity to make out. She says the sharp edge of the tattoo quill makes her all hot and bothered. And really, how is Marietta supposed to deny that?

"Do you have a special request?" 

Cho took Marietta's hand, caressing it with her calloused Quidditch-worn hands, "Surprise me?" 

"Really?" Cho had specific ideas about her tattoos before: "No hard limits?" 

"My body is all yours." And Cho raises her arm slowly along her sides, letting it rest over her head, exposing herself even more. 

Marietta liked that a lot, unable to withhold a grin. "Alright then, sweetheart, just rest there and let me take care of you." 

Marietta prepares cleaner equipment and sets the coloured ink along the rack, licking her lips, she sets the charms and wears a latex glove, snapping it to fit her. Cho giggles and begins pushing her legs together, the little minx. 

Marietta teases her ankles and slowly follows the lines of her long legs. She purposefully ignores the place Cho wants her to touch most of all and instead skips to her hard stomach and the curves under her small boobs. Cho used to be so self conscious about it but Marietta thought her boobs were the perfect size. Marietta gives her wife another kiss on the lips, keeping her hand along Cho's chest. 

"Comfy?" She asks, voice lower. 

"Yeah." She breathes with a sigh. 

Marietta decides to draw the tattoo under her neck, just barely under her right collarbone. With a nod from Cho, she freestyles it and begins her task. 

As soon as the sharp points touch skin, Cho flinches and sighs. She's the best customer, patient enough not to move, always following instructions and letting Marietta have her way with her. Once she's finished with the lines, Cho exhales. Marietta rewards her with another kiss, one of her glove hands ghosted along her short denims and began to pop them open. Cho gasped and smiled. 

Marietta is not done yet, though; she has to colour it and shade it, she regretfully lets Cho go, and quickly takes the necessary ink and resumes. Cho hums, one of her free hands slips underneath her jeans, and Marietta can barely suppress another laugh. 

"Playing with your clit while I work?" She tries to chide her. 

"Something to keep me going," Cho explains, "But I really want those hands, you know that." 

"Not too fast, I don't want to rush this."

"Aww, Marie." 

Once she's done, she sets the quill down, and Cho is pink-faced, eyelashes half-lidded, and Marietta can guess, with the hand between her legs, wet. 

Marietta kisses her cheek and Accio's a small face mirror to reveal her creation to her. 

Marietta's Heart, along with it is a special stencil of her heart in shades of blue and deep red. 

Cho's breath catches. "It's so beautiful, my love!" 

"Yeah?" Marietta takes her clean cloth to clean, rubs dittany and the special ointment, all the while Cho is clinging to her shoulders, she's necking her, nuzzling into Marietta's neck, and she's feeling the growing hotness of arousal too. Her girl was so sexy. 

Once done, Marietta cups Cho's face with her gloved hands and kisses her deeply. Cho makes a startled, happy noise and sinks deeper into her embrace. Her contrasts are the contrary of everything about her, their so soft and shy, it makes Marietta want to pinch her round cheeks and devour her whole. 

"Come on, lie back down," Marietta instructed, then she's mapping her wife's face and her neck, her chest and stomach and finally, with a devil fingertip, sneaks her gloved hand into her denims. 

"Oh, yes, touch me please, Marie!" Cho begins to beg. 

"As you wish." 

Marietta touches the hood of the clit and taps it first before slowly going up and down and later deeper into her folds. Cho holds the back of the headrest, chest pushed out and squirming under her fingers. "Oh!" 

Marietta Accio's their favourite watermelon flavoured lube from behind the counter and begins squirting generous amounts onto her gloved hand. She presses two fingers back along Cho's clit and makes purpose rubs and circles around it. 

"Good?"

"Oh so good, Marie!" 

Marietta pulls back her shorts and pulls one long leg free, kissing the arch of her feet as she does so, before she pushes Cho's leg to expose herself some more. Marietta is still on her 'working' side and debates if she wants to move her chair to stare at her wife's lovely pussy from the bottom but she decides against it. Another plan forming in her head. Now free of the clothing restriction, it's easier for Marietta to finger her clit again, whilst she does that with her left hand, her right hand pulls Cho's tank top and bra down to expose a creamy white and pink nippled breast. Marietta suckles her nipples and begins working Cho's arousal up a notch. Cho is moaning, her strong biceps taunt and tense. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Marietta whispers, her voice in awe at the sight of her. “Every part of you… is a work of art.”

Cho’s eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned into Marietta’s touch, her body arching as if trying to get closer. “Especially the parts you mark me, draw on me." She pants, "You make me beautiful." 

Rowena's diadem, she was so in love with this woman. 

Marietta rotated between kissing her and slipping her wet finger up and down her lips and dipping them into her entrance, watching her squirm and cry out, getting closer and closer. Cho's breathing is growing more raggard and her face properly flush now, she's pushing her cunt into marietta's hands more and more, but Marietta is patient and everytime she is close, she would slow down and kiss her instead. Cho has new sweat forming along her forehead. 

"Marie, please?" Cho pleads sweetly. 

"I know, good girl." Her own cunt is damp, and she rubs her thighs together to have some release, but honestly she doesn't care too much about it, more focused on Cho. She has a gloved finger tentatively on Cho's new tattoo; it's healed but still a little raw. Her name and heart are right there. 

She taps it, and Cho reacts, making breathy little gasps that are so sexy. Marietta presses it slightly, and Cho arches her neck with a hiss, eyes closed. Marietta rewards her by speeding up her fingers. 

"Oh, oh!" 

Marietta’s heart raced, and she had to bite her cheek, but she did not stop. Cho’s hands tangled in Marietta’s hair, pulling her closer, kissing her, gazing into her eyes as she was falling apart. 

“Marietta…” Cho cries desperately, and Marietta knew she couldn’t hold back any longer and was rewarded with a low 'ngh!' and a sigh as Cho sagged in the seat.

Her hands roamed over Cho’s body, exploring every curve and line of her warm and sweaty body. Her lips find Cho’s again, "I love you, my heart." 

Cho smiles into her lips, "And I, you."