It had been such an innocent question in Valeria’s eyes. “Can I color in your tattoos?” How could she say no.

You were sat in Valeria’s lap, candles lighting the room as music played in the background. Her shirt was off, tossed away onto the floor. Markers were strewn about on the couch you two lounged on as you color in the tattoos on her arms.

“That tickles, mi amor..” she giggles softly as you press the tip of the marker to her skin.

Even if it tickles, she’d never push you away.