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her first tattoo

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"What are you drawing?"

(Y/N) draped herself over Harry's shoulders, her arms falling over his front as he sat before her vanity with his sketchpad out. Her hair was still damp as she'd just come from her shower, skin softened from the cream scented lotion she favored. She looked over his shoulder at the florets he was sketching out, his curls tied into a quick bun on the top of his head with tendrils falling to the nape of his neck and framing his face. With her chin tucked into the crook of his shoulder, she could feel the smile that sprouted on his lips. Harry paused his sketching and brought his free hand up and gently took hold of her forearm that was now situated across the width of his shoulders.

"Jus' some flowers," he mumbled, shifting his hold on her to lace his fingers between hers. He brought the back of her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the expanse.

"For your books?" Her eyes traced along a sketching of a lavender sprig, the flowers along the stem blooming. She liked that one; she could see it colored in pink despite the purpled hue of the mother plant, a sage green lining the stem.

"For you, actually."

Harry spoke so simply as if she was supposed to have known all along. He absently released his hold on her hand, picking up his pencil and continued his sketching despite the flutter of shock filtering through (Y/N). He'd mentioned it here and there that he was drafting up ideas with her in mind, things he thought would be beautiful set against her skin, but he'd never actively shown her any or so openly broadcast the fact.

She gazed at the sketching under a new lens, the blooming lavender sprig altering under a rose tinted view. "Oh," she breathed.

He moved on to another idea, sweeping his hand across the page before beginning a depiction of crawling ivy leaves. The vines were tamed to a single string, dotted with the smallest of blossoms. Each design was simple, and he was right—each one she liked, and, now with the knowledge they were crafted with her in mind, she could see each of them adorning her body in discreet spots.

"What d'you think?" his voice was nonchalant as he pulled back from the page, allowing her full range across the paper.

"They're really pretty, H," she said, voice quiet between them, "You're so talented."

"Y'tell me that every time," he laughed.

He reminded her of herself when Harry would be a bit shy to compliments about his work. He knew he was good at what he did, but he'd told (Y/N) before that it just felt different when she said it; it felt more genuine to him.

"Because it's true."

(Y/N) turned her head to place a kiss on the full of Harry's smiling cheek, lips warming from the heat of his pinkened skin.

Harry allowed her to watch, silence sitting between them as her gaze followed his hand over the page. She scanned over the delicate florals strewn over the paper, some more simple than others but they were all enchanting. Each one was composed of simple lines, little shading added to the pieces, keeping it to an overtly simple and delicate style (Y/N) loved. The string of ivy directed her towards a small cluster of blooming hydrangeas. The biggest of the designs was still a somewhat small string of orchids, curling up to the lavender-esque flower that caught her eye the first time.

"Which one's your favorite?" he questioned absently, erasing stray marks around a small rosebud he'd sketched out.

"I like that one, the flower in the corner" she peeped, pointing it out with her finger hovering over the page.

"'S pretty, huh? Thought y'might like how simple it was," he mused, reaching to pull his sketchbook closer.

(Y/N) pictured the drawing all colored in, the petals a softened pink and the stems carrying an equally pasteled green color. "Really pretty," she continued, tracing each blossom along the elongated stem with her eyes.