“Please, please, please, please.” Was everything Chris heard for not days, weeks straight after you (his girlfriend) got the amazing idea of coloring in his tattoos, and maybe draw a bit on him.

He had said no for various reasons: He’s not likely to stay still long enough without putting his hands on you, and he was way too busy to waste the chance of cuddles on letting Maddie doodle all over him.

Until he wasn’t strong enough to say no, which led to him laying down on their bed after he got home from work, wearing only his boxers and with his partner being on top of him, straddling his hips and coloring the tattoo on his chest.

“Are you gonna color the side one too?” He asked opening an eye to look at Maddie.