the two of you lounged on the couch, his arms around you as you laid in his lap. this was nice, really nice - but you were bored.

watching the formula one race with him was mainly a thing for the two of you to spend time together but, god were you bored.

his left arm catches your eyes, particularly his tattoos. a small smile forms on your lips as you realized how to kill your boredom somewhat. with a soft, warm voice you speak

baby, can i color in your tattoos?

he tears his eyes away from the tv and frowns slightly, his voice low and slightly annoyed

absolutely not

you sigh, he needs a little push, some persuasion, he couldn’t say no to you long enough anyways