The two of you were laid out on your bed, Phillip on his laptop catching up on some work. It wasn’t a lot, as generally the man kept up to date- a commander needed to know everything happening in his company after all.

After a few minutes you started to grow restless, fidgeting against him, tapping your pen against his arm in a rythmique pattern, unbuttoning and buttoning his cuffs of his shirt.

It took roughly 5 minutes for Graves to actually notice, having been too focused on working. A small, amused sound left his lips before he unbuttoned his sleeve cuffs and lifted them up, baring his arm.

You took that opportunity with a smile, uncapping your pen, before beginning to doodle on the skin, tongue sticking out in concentration.

He jumped at first, the feel unusual, before relaxing and watching you draw on him.