Darkest Shadows

27) Hot In Ink

"I always sleep great when you're in my arms."--Ambrose

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"Happy birthday my love."

It is Jax's favorite way to wake up with Ambrose's arms around him and kisses being peppered over his face. "Mm, thank you," Jax replies, arching his back against Ambrose and smiling as Ambrose grips his hips tightly.

"You just woke up, how are you horny already?"

"It's just you darling." Ambrose sighs before leaving the bed and heading to the bathroom, Jax hears the water running and the scent of rain floods their room. Some minutes later Ambrose comes into the room and carries Jax to the bathtub where steamy water is fogging the mirrors and the scent of rain makes him sigh. "You know you're the best right?"

"I know," his husband responds cheekily.

"Ever the modest. Hey, where are you going? Get your sexy butt in here. It's my birthday remember; you have to do what I say."

"Okay, that was only for your thirtieth birthday, you're thirty-one now, that expired a year ago babe."

Jax gives him the sad, pleading eyes until Ambrose sighs and strips down to join his husband in the warm bath. "This is nice," he sighs. "I am the best husband."

Since they have a big room meant for two beds there is a bigger bathroom with a massive tub, Ambrose is at the far side allllll the way across from Jax. Deciding to take it into his own hands Jax swims-yes, swims-over and curls himself in front of Ambrose letting his husband wrap his arms around him and splash water over his chest. "How did you sleep?"

"Great," Ambrose replies kissing the top of Jax's head and entwining their hands. "I always sleep great when you're in my arms."

His husband truly is the sweetest, they've had their troubles in the past year, despite that their love is stronger than ever, and finally their Catalyst bond has been completed. It is the most adorable thing to turn around and see Ambrose with a bubble beard, he reaches up to kiss his lips, that bubble beard rubbing off on him too. Ambrose takes more of the bubbles in the bath and paints Jax's face with a huge grin on his perfect lips. "You look hot," he chortles.

"Should I grow a beard then?"

"Nope. I like your soft face as it is, it feels really good on my-"

"Amby!" he shrieks, throwing bubbles at his husband.

"-neck! I was going to say neck, you perverted human!"

"Oh, I'm the perverted one? I beg to differ, darling, it was you yesterday who was telling me to go ha-"

"Alright! Alright! I get it! We're both perverted, okay? Anyway, is there something you want to do today for your birthday?"

"You mean other than stay in bed and canoodle?"

"See? Perverted!"

Jax leans back against Ambrose's chest and snuggles in as the warm water circulates in the tub thanks to the jets like a hot tub. "Oh, you love it."

"Yeah, I do. I was thinking you could get back in bed and I'd make you breakfast, we could put on a movie or something and just chill for a little, then we could do something if you'd like. Your wish is my command, my King."

"Y'know that would be super sexy to say in bed-"

"STOP!" Ambrose squeaks. "Stop being so perverted. You're thirty-one, you should be old and not have a libido of a teenager."

"Hey, Adam and Kristie are in their fifties and they still tango," Jax points out, "That'll be us, still gettin' it on when we're in diapers!"

"Okay, you totally ruined that. I don't want to think about sex and being in diapers, much less sex in diapers. Anyway, would you like to do anything else that is not related to sex?"

Jax pouts. "You're no fun Amby. Oh! I've got it!"

"Oh no, I don't like it already."

"We should get tattoos! And I want my ears pierced. You should get your nipples pierced, that'd be a big turn-on."

"Like you need any aid with that," Ambrose mumbles. "You'd look good with your ears pierced. What tattoo are you thinking?"

"I've always wanted a tattoo of something my mom told me when I was little. She always said, 'If you don't stand in the storm, you'll never see the rainbow.' I think it matches us perfectly, we had to get through all those bad times even when it sucked and we wanted to quit, but we survived to the other side, to happiness and it's seriously a rainbow because hello-gay!"

Ambrose chuckles and kisses the top of Jax's wet hair, truthfully Jax would be more than content to stay in this tub forever, just the two of them surrounded by warmth and rain-scented bubbles. There are some days that he wants to go back to when they were dating, back when they didn't have a fraction of the issues they do now, and on days like today, he wishes nothing more than to stay right where they are. "If I were going to get a tattoo," Ambrose begins, "I would get 'The pain you feel today will be the strength you feel tomorrow' on my forearm. I was thinking on my thigh, but then I wouldn't really see it. I think it fits perfectly with my scars and trauma. Is it stupid?"

Jax turns back with wide eyes. "Of course not Amby! I think that is beautiful! It is perfect for you...can I, uh, can I make a request?"

"Yeah."

Suddenly, worry rushes over Jax as he looks up at Ambrose, he reaches to cup his cheek and kiss him in hopes to calm his nerves. It works enough for him to pull away gently. "Will you write it?"

"What do you mean?" his husband asks, brushing Jax's hair back delicately.

"I want the quote that my mom said because it's important to me, you're also important and I would've loved for you to meet my mom. Will you write the quote down so they can tattoo it on? I want it in your writing," he explains nervously.

"Were you nervous to ask me that? Like I was going to say no babe-of course, I will. I'd love to." It is stupid that Jax was nervous about asking him, after all, it is only writing even if it is going to be permanent. "Wanna get them tonight?"

"Oh yeah."

∞

"Hold my hand?"

Ambrose reaches and takes Jax's outstretched hand with a smile and kisses his palm. "Always babe."

Jax had never gotten a tattoo before so he had no clue how it was going to feel, he couldn't ask Rhea because her pain level is incredible and even Gemini was tougher-not that Jax doesn't have a good pain tolerance. It wasn't painful per se to get a tattoo, more like uncomfortable stinging, like bees were stinging him over and over. When the final product was revealed tears slipped from Jax's eyes, immediately he was in Ambrose's arms who was kissing his head and wiping away his tears. "Why are you crying?" Ambrose asks gently.

"It's perfect, I can remember when my mom would tell me this, I'd sit in her lap and trace her tattoos, she had my name on her bicep. I wish you could meet her."

"I wish I could meet her too if only to thank her for giving me such a wonderful husband. I love you."

"I love you too," he replies as they switch spots, now time for Ambrose to get his which is in Jax's handwriting. After they had both gotten their tattoos Jax decided to get his ears pierced too, he tried once more for the nipple piercings for Ambrose, but he refused adamantly. That night they lay in bed side by side with smiles in each other's arms, their fingers tracing over the other's tattoo. "I was right."

Ambrose's head nudges him gently to look at him. "About what?" he whispers.

"You look hot in ink."