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It was no secret that Jax had tattoos. I mean, it was obvious. There was the SAMCRO patch tattoo, the tributes to his father and older brother on his left and right arms, and then Abel’s name on his chest.

He hadn’t gotten any new ones—mostly because he never had time to get any. But the ones he did have, you were utterly obsessed with. There was just something about his tattoos that made you think, “Damn.”

You didn’t have tattoos, nor did you really want any. But tattoos on Jax? You were head over heels every time you saw them. You’d always ask Jax if you could color them in, and of course, he’d always look at you like you were crazy. So, you just kind of gave up on asking him.

One morning, you had just come home from work. You were an overnight nurse at the local 24-hour clinic. You knew Jax was still asleep, so you made sure to be quiet when entering the house.

You walked into your room and saw Jax asleep on his stomach with no shirt on. And you want to know what else? The reaper tattoo was on full display. As you saw Jax’s back fully exposed, an idea popped into your head. Abel’s washable markers were on the dresser, so you grabbed some and slowly climbed onto Jax’s back.