Fresh Ink (Roura)
Robin finally gets bit by the tattoo bug and her very tatted girlfriend, Aura, is very excited for her.
after teasing that id post andthem promptly forget at least 3 times, here is the roura fic thats been sitting finished in my docs for months!
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Looking up at the black awning and the neon signs in the window, reality began to settle in for Robin. Part of her still couldn’t believe that she was the one to bring up wanting a tattoo to her girlfriend instead of the other way around.
The day Robin told Aura about her decision, she nearly flipped their dining table in her excitement.
Aura helped her set up the appointment, even booking one for herself so they can make a date of it. But now the day has arrived and it was starting to dawn on Robin that her time left of completely uninked skin was dwindling.
“Nervous?” Aura asked, fondly watching her girlfriend whose eyes are glued to the flash sheets and butterfly taxidermies decorating the wall beside the sofa they were sitting on.
Robin’s attention was taken by Aura’s voice, losing her staring contest with the décor, “Not sure that’s the exact word I’d use, but yeah pretty close,”
“You’re gonna do great baby,” Aura assured, swinging her arm around to hold Robin's waist and tugging her into her side, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Not long after her reassurance, Robin was fawning over her artist’s design. Then excitement took over as Robin made sure the placement was perfect before getting comfortable in the tattoo chair and clasping onto Aura’s hand with as much strength as she could muster (without tensing her shoulders) while she braced for the needles to prick her skin.
The tattoo artist did a few passes with the machine and asked her how it felt, and Robin was pleasantly happy to find out that it’s not nearly as bad as she expected it to be – it hurt, yes, but it’s not unbearable.
She loosened her grip on Aura’s hand, who joked about how she can get blood flow back to her fingers again.
Time flew by as the rest of her tattoo was getting done, conversation flowing about a popular show that they had been watching lately.
Robin was so shocked at how quick it went by when the artist announced she was complete and prompted her to take a look.
Robin was speechless. Part of her couldn’t believe it was a real part of her body, and part of her was stunned by how perfect it was. It looked like it belonged on her body, the delicate art suiting the placement perfectly.
“What do you think, babe?” Aura calls from across the room, who was already laying down on the tattoo bed for her own tattoo to soon begin.
Robin didn’t want to turn away from the mirror, not wanting to tear her gaze away from her new artwork, but managed to turn long enough to reply, “I love it, it’s absolutely perfect,”
Once she’s had her fill of staring in the mirror, the brunette heads back over to get a cover of second skin over her arm to protect her tattoo, feeling giddy and glad that she went through with the appointment.
Now, Robin gets to sit with Aura as she gets a new addition to the gallery of art that already adorns her body.
While the majority of her tattoos are on her arms, today Aura is getting this next piece in an inconvenient place to tattoo due to the accessibility, but luckily she came prepared.
“Told you it was a good idea to keep these pants,” Aura smiled smugly, referring to the tearaway pants she used once for a dance competition costume.
The multiple snaps that hold the pants together were quite handy to allow the tattoo artist to access the area without having be more exposed than she needed to be.
Robin just shook her head with a small smile, “Okay, baby, whatever you say,” She charmed, knowing full well that those pants had not seen the light of day since Aura wore them on stage four years ago.
The rest of Aura’s tattoo goes by nearly as fast as Robin’s as the couple and the tattoo artist resume their conversations from earlier.
While holding her hand, Aura mindlessly played with Robin’s rings and nails, running her own fingertips over the cool metal and smooth polish. An action that the brunette doesn’t give second thought to.
It’s become such a habit for Aura to interact with her hands in some capacity. Whether it’s fiddling with her rings or as simple as running a thumb over the back of her hand, if they find themselves in stillness, Aura is always connecting their hands.
Robin lost track of the conversation while watching the way Aura played with her hands, the feeling of fondness washing over her. She never would be here if it wasn’t for Aura.
If it wasn’t for Aura’s extensive knowledge, experience, and excitement – plus some gentle persuasion – Robin would have never gotten this tattoo. Aura is the only reason Robin is sitting in the tattoo shop, with her first tattoo, watching her girlfriend getting a new tattoo, and having said girlfriend holding her hand.
Funny how the world works huh? Robin thinks to herself, suddenly aware of the growing smile on her face. Aura notices the look on her girlfriend’s face, but doesn’t say anything to her until they clue up their appointments and say their thank you’s and goodbyes to their tattoo artist.
“What was that smile for earlier?” Aura queries once they’ve both gotten inside the car.
Robin quirks up an eyebrow, “When? What look?”
“You had this almost lovesick smile on your face while my tattoo was finishing up,”
“Oh,” The brunette realizes, letting out a soft chuckle to herself, “I just… I’m glad I did this. I’m glad I did this with you,”
Aura leans over the middle console and places a kiss on the corner of Robin’s lips, “I’m glad we did this too,” She smiled, resting a hand on her girlfriend’s thigh as they pulled out of the parking lot, making their way back home with new art on their skin and soft smiles across their lips.
