It felt so incredibly good seeing her smile, happy, relaxed, all of the above. And I was too, I found my happiness through her; the most gorgeous creature on this fucking planet, and she loved me just as much as I loved her. I had been looking forward to this moment, to have her give me something permanent of hers, ever since we both lost that bet. I was even more excited to draw on her, to be her first.

She giggled as she discussed her tattoo for me with Ro. I already knew it was going to be something on my ribs, but she told me not to look until it was finished. Ro was one of the best so whatever she would pick for me it would either way be pretty damn good.

"Lie down on your side and put your arm up Lukey boy." Ro laughed and at the fact that he was treating me like a rookie I rolled my eyes. While rolling them to the back of my head I pulled my T-shirt over my head, adjusting my cap once that was done. I didn't wear them often but now that I saw the look in Bella's eyes at the sight of it was going to give it a try.

I lied down on the table as I saw Bella fidgeting with her hands while Ro was preparing the machine. "Come here, you can watch." I smiled at her pulling a small rolling stool next to me before patting it with my hand. Her face lit up and so did mine, knowing this was a special moment for the both of us.

"You better hold his hand Isabella, he cried like a baby last time." Ro laughed, sitting down on his stool before rolling over the us, winking and eyeing at my girl.

"Baby, don't listen to him." I playfully scoffed, adding a headshake to my expression as well. "Do you want her to be scared?" I shrugged at Ro, knowing he was only joking around, but still I didn't want her to think it hurt more than it did.

"Does it really hurt that bad." Bells, said, her voice a bit panicked.

Ro chuckled before leaning towards her, hanging halfway over me. "Stings like a bitch." He said making the machine buzz in front of her, her eyes suddenly wide.

"Ro, dude!" I said smacking the back of my hand against his arm, looking at him annoyed. "He's just messing with you Bells, I'll be gentle, Ro is a butcher." I scrunched my nose at her, her face instantly relaxing.

"I'm a damn fine butcher if that's what you mean, the best." Ro said in his defense, while he put the template on my ribs.

"He's also not very discreet and a little conceited." I said, making Bella laugh while I tried to figure out what it was she picked for me.

"I'll keep that in mind while I'm making this permanent on you. Maybe I'll add something fun from myself to that."

"Don't you dare, this one is hers." I squeezed my eyes at him even though I knew he was only joking. Ro was a good friend, my boss, someone who understood me, someone who had been there when I was in trouble. His solution for me was shoving a tattoo machine in my hands as an outlet, to learn how to focus when everything around me was a blur during my first year of college. The alcohol and party drugs were too tempting, getting me in all sorts of situations and fights. I wasn't proud of it, but I wanted to leave it all behind, especially now I had other things to focus on, a brighter future with someone I needed along the way.

"Isabella, I'm sorry for tattooing Drew by the way." Ro lookup up at her through his thick eyelashes while prepping me. "I had no idea." He put his lips in a straight line, looking sincerely sorry.

"It's not your fault." She lightly shook her head. "You couldn't have known, but let's not talk about it okay?" She sweetly smiled at him and thank god she didn't want to talk about it because that took me back to the day I found out, the anger already filling my thoughts again.

"Alright I'm ready to start." Ro said and I made myself comfortable, never leaving Bells observant gaze, while I tried my best not to peek.

"So here we go." I whispered at her, pulling her closer to me so I could kiss her, sealing this moment in my mind and on my lips. I hadn't seen it yet, but this was by far going to be my favorite piece of art. Her soft lips brushed over mind, gentle as ever but still passionate, both of us still worked up from what almost happened at the gym. "I should probably stop kissing you now, before the butcher messes up your tattoo." I smiled against her lips making her chuckle on the spot.

"I couldn't agree more, Jesus you two." Ro shook his head as he glanced over us. "Okay you know how it feels Luke, I'm going to start now." He warned and as soon as he started Bella's eyes never left the machine in Ro's hands, observing every movement while I stared at her face. The ribs always stung like a motherfucker but nothing I couldn't handle, so I tried to keep a straight face for her sake, trying not to freak her out more than necessary.

Half an hour later Ro was done, so that already made me guess the tattoo wasn't too big. "I love it!" Bella said before joyously taking her bottom lip between her teeth, excitement for me to see it.

"It's cool." Ro looked at the piece of art on my ribs with a satisfied look on his face. "You know where the mirror is, go check it out." He urged me but I didn't need that push as I was more than curious to see what she had gotten me.

I hopped off the seat and made my way to the mirror. On my side I saw the new tattoo, my skin still a bit red and irritated around the edges. It was some sort of quote and even though I couldn't read it in mirror writing I knew I loved it. "What does it say?" I looked back smiling at the cute little blonde who picked the words carefully.

She chuckled while striding over to me, nervously taking my hand in hers. "The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief." She smiled. "It's Shakespeare." And why am I not surprised she's literary. "You're the thief that always makes me smile, and it's where it all kind of began, with you stealing my phone." She leaned closer to my lips, her anticipating expression fucking adorable. My heart pounded at the words she picked for me and more so for the explanation. I love it.

"I love you." I whispered before leaning down to meet her lips, closing my eyes to let this moment linger for a lot longer as she pulled away, her green eyes shimmering with adoration when I met with them. I can never get enough of the way she looks at me. "This is by far my favorite one. I'm more than happy to have mutually lost that bet." I grinned at her, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Come on lovebirds, I'm not done yet." Ro interrupted us and so he also killed all the intimacy between us with his words while he nodded me to come back to the table. "Still have to wrap you up, you of all people should know Luke." I rolled my eyes at him while going back to the table.

"Yeah, well I was a little distracted." I smirked at Bella who leaned against Ro's desk, blushing at my words.

"I can't blame you." Ro winked at me, making my smirk grow even wider. He's right, I'm lucky. She's all I ever wanted even if I didn't know it yet, wasting my time with pointless hookups. But in the end, I'm right where I need to be. She's endgame.

As soon as I was all wrapped up and clothed, I took Bella's hand, pulling her out of the room to enter the cubicle behind the blue door, an evident smirk pasted on my face. With her two feet finally inside I shut the door, not hesitating to push her back until she was trapped between the door and myself. "What are you doing?" She blushed, while I put both my hands against the door behind her, caging her while her smile grew bigger.

"Showing you you're my favorite person in this world." I whispered, leaning in to push her deeper into the door, her hands grapping on to my t-shirt as her lips slightly parted. Damn, I need to ink her first before I start something I can't stop. Mehhh, one kiss won't hurt. She beat me to it, her hands sliding up my chest and around my neck to pull me into her, our lips colliding without mercy. She stood on her tiptoes to reach me better while I bowed down a bit, meeting her halfway as her tongue teased my lips. Her tiny fingers caused more of a tease than her tongue when they slowly slid down at the front of my body and suddenly hooked behind the waistband of my sweats, pulling me into her. "Fuck." I groaned into her lips, while she continued to tease me.

"It was sexy watching you watch yourself in the mirror like that." She said before sinking her teeth into the side of my lip, her fingers now sliding along the edge of my boxers. I felt myself arch into her, while steadying myself on the door behind her. My little tease it is driving me mad, each and every time she gets the chance. I let my head fall back the moment she started pressing her lips against my throat.

"Bells you're staling." I smiled when I realized what she was doing. I looked down at her face, her expression busted as hell, but still ever so adorable.

"Hey now, you're the one pushing me up against the door." She grinned trying her best excuse. She's right I did do that, but never was I planning on taking it further. The thought crossed my mind, though. I chuckled to myself.

"For one kiss. You turned it into a full animal attack." I laughed, retrieving my hands from the door, before taking her hands away from the hem of my pants, giving myself the opportunity to breathe again, her lips immediately turning into a pout. "Admit it Baby, you're just a teeny tiny bit nervous?" I said, while I dragged her over to my set up with a smile on my face.

"Maybe more than a teeny tiny bit." She pulled a nervous and innocent face, wrinkling her nose, while I patted the table for her to take a seat.

"It's going to be alright. It's a small one so it won't take long." I put both my hands on either side of her, leaning on the table with our faces perfectly aligned. "Baby, do you trust me?" I said before quickly kissing her on the tip of her nose.

Her face immediately lit up, nervously shaking her head at me, her eyes never leaving mine. "You know I do." And at her words I pulled away, striding to my desk, quickly going through the drawers. I found what I needed and went back to her at the table, standing right behind her.

My fingers laced around her hair, pulling it back behind her shoulders, letting her long waves flow down her back. "Close your eyes." I whispered near her ear, but I knew well enough she never closed them at my first attempts, I didn't even need to look to know that. "Bells, just do it." I rolled my eyes behind her and the giggle leaving her lips told me I was right about not closing them at the first try.

"Alright now what?" She chuckled, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Now, sit still." I whispered while gently trying not to startle her as I pulled the blindfold over her head, tying it secure at the back of her head.

"Do I even want to know why you have a blindfold lying around here? How many of your hookups have you taken to this place." She frowned her brows, her tone sincerely curious and a bit disappointed as she couldn't hide that even if she tried.

I was taken aback that she would immediately think of that, instead of going over all the other option, but at least she was saying what was on her mind. "Don't worry I'm only that kinky with you." I smiled through my defeat, gently placing my hands on her thighs. "Believe it or not but where're not the first couple getting mystery tattoos for each other." I grinned, observing the growing smile on her lips.

"Oh, and here I am, thinking we are unique." She burst out in an adorable chuckle scrunching her nose.

"We are. The asshole who ends up with the sweetest and most unattainable girl on campus, that's pretty special to me." I chuckled, while putting my hands on her shoulders. "Lie down." I whispered, guiding her as she let herself fall back against the softness underneath her.

I was surprised she let herself get moved around like that without protesting. She does trust me. "Have you read a book lately, that's the plot of ninety percent of literature these days." She laughed, her happy voice filling the cubicle being the nicest sound to have ever bounced of these walls.

"Why?" I frowned my brows at that girl logic while gently pushing up the sleeve of her hoodie to elbow height. "I'm going to freehand it, so no need for a template." I said while I prepped her skin and put on some gloves.

"Because the asshole doesn't always turn out to be so bad after all...And he's usually super sexual and hot." She chuckled innocently at that. "Just tell me when you're going to start so I can say my prayers."

"Uuhgh what's wrong with watching porn?" I laughed, while grabbing my prepped machine at hand. "I'll tell you, no worries. And no need for prayers, I know what I'm doing." I huffed.

"You obviously have never read about sex before, so much better than watching it." She shook her head. "I know you do but I'm preparing myself for the pain."

"I hardly believe that." I frowned my brows at the thought. "Alright, I'm going to start now. Just keep talking to get your mind off it and if it hurts too much just say so, I'll stop." I tried my best to reassure her, smiling face wide while I put the needle against the virgin skin on her wrist. Here's to being her first.

"Well, pick up a good book, see how many pages you'll last before wanting to have me." She bit her lip and it made me wander whether that was because of her dirty thoughts or because of the pain my needle was causing against her skin.

"Trust me I don't need a book for that." I chuckled while trying to focus, because I was free handing this thing and I needed it to be perfect. "How's the pain?" I said, slightly worried but a part of me knew she could take it.

"Oh, I know you don't." She smirked; her tone highly suggestive. "If it doesn't get worse than this, I'm going to be okay." She said, taking the needle like I knew she would. "Keep talking about how much you want me though, it helps." The corners of my eyes caught a glimpse of her seductively wetting her lips. Fuck me.

"Isabella, you want me to focus right now, trust me." I smirked as the tattoo was starting to get shape. "Think about it all you want, but don't put the images in my head right now, or you'll end up with half a tattoo." I said, grinning ear to ear as I kept my eyes fixed on the cute piece of art I was giving her.

"Oh, I have been fantasizing about it ever since you tied that blindfold on me. Trust me." She whispered nearly making me lose my mind all together at the thought of the images going through her head.

"You need to stop eating hormonal cereal crackers for breakfast." I let out a laugh at the thought of me thinking when I first met her she was all innocent and cute, a mere contrast from the seductive goddess laying on my table now. Still cute, but a lot less innocent than she appeared to be. I love that I get to see a side of her nobody else gets to see.

"Like you're complaining Mister I have a hard on every time I see my girlfriend." She smiled, mocking me but she wasn't wrong. She daunted me every inch of her tattoo I was trying to complete. So far so good and no slip ups. Almost done.

"Even before you were my girlfriend, trust me." I chuckled, finishing the lasts bits of ink. "It's true, but as if you can keep it in your pants, Misses I'm horny all the time." I shook my head. "You're just as bad as me." I said, meaning every word of it.

"I love you though." She smiled so sweetly I knew exactly why I love her so damn much. Because of who she is, because of our continuous banter and teasing without boundaries, because I can tell her things nobody else understands, because I feel more myself when I'm with her.

"I love you too and at that I'm finished." I smiled at the little cuteness on her wrist. It fitted her perfectly and I knew she was going to love it. "Gently sit back up Baby, you could get dizzy." I whispered and for once she did exactly what I asked as she now sat in front of me, the blindfold still wrapped around her head while I put away my gear.

"Can I look?" She whispered curiously when I stood back in front of her. Oh no I'm going to enjoy this sight just a bit longer. As her lips parted slightly, I didn't waste a second to lean in, my teeth grazing her bottom lip. The chuckle she pushed past her tongue told me I had to continue. While she sat still, I let my fingers trail from her thighs up her body to meet the soft skin in her neck until my hands cupped her face. With aim I pulled her face up to meet mine with passion, her tongue begging for access as I deepened the kiss.

I took a step towards her until the front of my legs hit the table between her legs and she didn't hesitate to wrap them around me. While trailing kisses from her lips to the crook of her neck her body completely melted with mine, her chest pressed up against mine while she carefully threw her arms around my neck. "Lukas, I want to see it." She whined, her voice almost begging me.

"Ask nicely." I teased her, knowing saying stuff like that would turn her on. She had worked me up the entire time I was inking her and now she was going to get what she wanted.

"Babe, please. Can I see the tattoo?" The moment she spoke I deepened the kiss in her neck, sucking at her skin and making her hum. "Lukas." She hummed, more wanting as she spoke my name. I wanted to tease her, have her here but I had to wrap up my work before I could do any of that. While gently grazing my lips against her neck once more, my fingers undid the blindfold around her head, letting it flutter onto the floor. I held her head to capture her gaze as she tried to look down, the smile on her face growing when she clearly couldn't. "Please." She pouted, her face too adorable to resist.

"Fine Snowflake." I grinned, knowing it would match the view she was looking at.

As soon as her eyes glimpsed over the ink on the inside of her wrist, she started to smile face wide, the reaction I had hoped for. "Lukas..." She whispered, looking up to meet my curious gaze, my eyes holding only love. "A Snowflake?" She said, her eyes wide and happy.

"Now you'll never forget about me." I scrunched my nose before grabbing ointment and wrapping foil on the rolling cart next to us.

"As if I ever could!" She smiled, grabbing my arm before I could reach the cart, pulling my back to her, her arms swiftly swinging over my shoulders. "I love it!" She smashed her lips against mine and I couldn't have hope for a better outcome. "I love you, I love everything about you!" She whispered against my lips while I wrapped my arms around her. "You can't break my heart now, or I'll never be able to get over you unless I chop my arm off." She pulled up her eyebrows at that, our face inches away.