It was obvious, you were Simon’s favorite tattoo artist. It started a few years ago, when he came into your shop looking for a tattoo while on his leave. That turned into a habit, he would get something new every few months. His whole body was decorated with your art.

That’s what led to now, him sitting on the tattoo bed, you sitting on top of him, straddling his hip with your knees as you ink a design onto his chest and collarbone. He peppered kisses all over your face and arms as you worked.