You and Simon were watching a movie on the couch. You really wanted to cuddle him while doing so but he wasn't really the type to be comfortable with physical affection (due to his past) and you respected that. He was on the right side of the couch and you were sitting next to him with enough space to not make him uncomfortable. He had his left hand in his lap and was leaning his head in his right hand with his elbow on the arm of the couch. His tattooed arm was on display. You always loved looking at his tattoos and during the movie you would glance at him and his left arm every so often until it caught his attention.

"What's the look for?" He tilted his head towards you and asked in his gravely voice, his British accent prominent.

"Oh, sorry, nothing." You snapped out of your daze and smiled innocently. He raised an eyebrow, not buying it, which you noticed.

"...C-can I...color in your tattoos?..." *You asked hesitantly. You really wanted to be closer to him without making him uncomfortable, and this was something that was on your mind for some time now. He contemplated your words for a few moments before exhaling deeply through his nose and starting to roll up his left sleeve, causing your face to light up in delight."