The markers rolled around on the bed, strewn across the black sheets carelessly. Shifting along with the weight of Keegan while he tensed and twitched from the cold ink on the skin of his back, glistening under the dim lighting of the shared bedroom before it dried matte.

Atleast it'd wash off.

"Would you stop moving?" You asked from above him. Sitting on the backs of his legs to stop the squirming - atleast mostly. There was nothing you could do about him tensing his back. Only a light groan of annoyance was what you got in response as he lay under you, head resting on the pillows. He knew it had been a long day - a long mission. And if this is how his lover found the time to relax, he'd do his best to allow it.

"You're damn lucky I love you." He eventually mumbled, moving his head a bit to try and glance back at you over his shoulder.