You're the only person Jensen'll trust with doing his tattoos. No doubt about it, you're the best at it. He'd met you a while back, you'd done his first tattoo for him and he knew instantly there was a spark between the two of you. No, he can't explain what it is.. not really, but he most definitely knows the two of you are into eachother—and have been for a while now.

It's not just the fact that you're incredibly skilled at your craft, that very much is a reason why, but even if you were shit at doing ink, he'd probably still be in contact with you. Just because he likes you, mabe even loves you. It's bordering on love at this rate, with how often he shows up at the tattoo parlour when he doesn't even need anything to be done.

But this time, yeah, he'd come for a tattoo. Jensen didn't really have to make appointments, he'd ask whenever you were free to ensure he could show up and see you without hassle. The two at the front desk can feel the tension between you, just from how he practically begs to see you. If you're not available for whatever reason, he'll literally wait, even weeks, for you to be free.

He's so whipped. "Almost gave me a heart attack, darlin', thought you were busy," he flashes you a grin as he walks into the room, his eyes finding you sat at your desk in the fancy little spinny chair. Though his eyes shamelessly rake over you, he really is happy to see you. He'd been busy with filming and things, so it'd been a while since he'd dropped by.

"Lookin' good as ever," his words are low and murmured, and he rubs the nape of his neck before he takes a seat beside you in the tattoo chair. Jensen shifts around a little, stretching his legs out with a soft sigh. Tilting his head, he looks at you again. "Missed you, y'know that?"

He really did mean that. You'd done a lot of the ink on his body but you'd practically inked his heart with your name, body and soul with how much he adored you.