I don't want him to know what I have planned, so I have him laid across my bed on his stomach with my body mirror facing us.
I'm only in my knickers, hair up and out of the way. I'm not sure why it's a habit of mine to do art mostly naked, but eh. Lee likes it, then again he doesn't care if I wore a trash bag.
I'm almost finished with the outline then I have some shading.
"Babe, hold still."
"It hurts, though—ow!" I squint at him through the mirror, "What? It does."
"Stop being what you ate earlier. Be a man," I say the last part in a slightly deeper voice.
"I've never had a tattoo, murder me why don't you?" He sasses and I raise my eyebrow at him. "Get smart again and 'm pullin' your hair out."
His curly hair's now pass his ears and some cover his beautiful eyes. He still lets me play in it and do stuff to it. He likes when I braid his hair and I let him try on me; the comb barely touched my hair when he said, "How did your mum deal with all of this?"
As if his hair wasn't longer than mine at one point.
"You damn near did that on my couch—Ah, shit!" He hisses when I tug on his hair hard. "Try it again, Anthony. I dare you," this fucker smirks then licks those delicious lips. "Or what?"
"I'll fuck up your tattoo on accident on purpose," I threaten and he sucks his teeth, laying back on his hands and looking at me through the mirror. "You suck."
"I already did," I say nonchalantly, finishing the outline. I switch the needle and dip it in the green. When I come back in contact with his reddened skin, he flinches a little with a pained groan.
I'm gonna be 98 plus one and two. The main reason I'm doing this is because I have a thing for guys with tattoos. If he doesn't have any, I'm gonna change that.
The second is seeing him with a sleeve; I'd ruin my bottoms. Both my undies and whatever I'm wearing over them. Like I wanna scratch on his tattoos, kiss on them, lick on them—Okay, Jade, focus. You don't actually wanna mess it up.
After another hour, his permanent surprise was complete. I clean the masterpiece delicately then admire my work some.
"Wanna see it?" I ask excitedly and he looks over at me. "Yeah," he pushes his hair back only for it to fall over his eyes again. I grab my phone and open my camera. I snap a clear photo of his blushed back then showed it to him.
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His eyes widen and he practically snatches the device out of my hand. "Holy shit, babe," he breathes out with a big smile. "This is—wow. Just... wow," he giggles making my heart throb.
He's so precious. This is why I protect him.
"Thank you so much," he says. "You're welcome, love," I say before giving him a sweet kiss, making him sigh happily. "It stings like hell, though," he laughs against my lips, causing me to do the same.
"Stick with me and you'll get used to it," I say while putting everything away. "You'd give me free tattoos?" He raises a slightly bushy brow and I nod.
"We can do matching tattoos, too." He sits up all the way with soft, pained noises. "I want the one on your side. That little symbol there," he points to my left side. "It means 'Queen' in Arabic," I inform him.
"Can you do 'King' in Arabic for me?" He asks, now examining his new ink in the mirror. "Damn, this looks really good, babe," he then flexes his arms and I shake my head at his antics.
"Do you want it now or later?" He shrugs, still looking at his back. "I mean you already put your stuff away, so maybe later."
"Nah, on your side, habibi," I instruct, going back over to my closet where my little cart is. "Yes, ma'am," he lays sideways, grabbing my phone. "You got games on your phone?" He asks unironically.
"Probably. Code's me birthday. You know it, right?"
"Yes, babe. December 26th," he says right as he gets into my phone. I smile to myself because I don't think any of my past relationships actually remembered my birthday and it's easy to remember.
I'd get stuff for Christmas, then the next day it's like nothing. I was never taken out on my birthday, I never did anything special with my significant other.
But this absolutely perfect man? He remembers everything. When he sprung the Napoleon Dynamite reference on me, it made not only my heart flutter, but also my pussy.
