Summary: instead of promise rings, you and Daniel decide to give each other promise tattoos.
Warnings: 18+, allusions to mature content but no actual smut, fluff.
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"I can't wait to marry you" Daniel spoke, taking you by surprise.
Holding a glass of wine in hand, you and Daniel were basking in the moonlight while enjoying the soft waves in the hot tub. The waves were essentially created because Daniel couldn't sit still.
His hands itched to hold you close to him.
Downing the rest of his wine, he placed the empty glass on the side. He swam towards you, immediately grasping onto your hips as he placed a kiss on your lips.
Earning a sweet moan from you, he tasted the small droplets of wine left on your lips, mixing with your distinct taste that never failed to intoxicate him.
"Is that so?" You asked once you parted away, but not fully moving away from each other. You liked the warmth his body brought to yours.
He nodded, lifting your left hand closer to his lips before placing a kiss on each finger. He pecked your ring finger twice, making you blush.
"I can't wait to get married to you too, Mr. Ricciardo, but you know how it's a horrible time right now." You rested your arms on his shoulder, clasping your hands together behind his neck after you placed your empty wine glass next to his.
He groaned, placing his forehead on your shoulder, "I know, but I wish things were different."
You and Daniel had spoken about your future together and there was no doubt that you wanted to marry each other. However, both your work schedules, especially yours as you were recently promoted, were quite demanding making it difficult to enjoy a new beginning together.
You two could barely spend time with each other now, and if a wedding was added to the mix, it would make matters a lot worse than better.
There were a few moments like this one, where you two would create your own little bubble, disconnected from the rest of the world for a few hours—maybe a day—before continuing on with your busy lives.
"It makes no difference if we get married now or later; what counts is that we verbally promised to do so one day," you spoke up after a few moments of silence.
He lifted his head to make eye contact with you, an idea sparking in his mind but before he could say it out loud, he got lost in the depths of your eyes.
Your eyes held so much emotion, and in this exact moment, they held a lot a of love for the man in front of you.
You had a smile on your face; a drunk-in-love smile that you only had when you were with him. He noticed how the corner of your eyes wrinkled whenever you smiled, and he lightly kissed it, deepening the wrinkles as your smile grew.
