on my heart (just like a tattoo) [1990]

[theunpressuredclub]

 It's not the first time she's been sent away on a mission. It's the first time she's been away quite this long-- a whole month-- but they've adjusted, somewhat, to having to be away from one another for more extended periods of time.

Coming back, of course, always has them caught up in moments of passion as soon as they have a moment alone. She begs off fully taking her shirt off the first week back, says her shoulder's healing. She knows he worries about it, but she's gotten very good at using kisses and her hands as distraction techniques.

And then, towards the end of her second week back, Edgar will come back to find his girlfriend most certainly shirtless and waiting contentedly in his bed for him. Her lips will curl up in a somewhat wanton smile as she holds a hand out to him.

"Surprise, mon lion."

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[ofthecubs]

He's been gone for a month before. He's returned to cling first to his brothers and then to Rachel for about the equivalent amount of time. She's been gone for a long time before. She's returned to let him sleep for weeks with his face buried safe against the curve of her neck.

It doesn't matter that she's clearly been banged up, because she's home. She's where he can hold her and kiss her and see her beautiful smile because she's safe. She's here. She's not leaving again for a while.

Really, it's all he wants. That isn't to say that he's not incredibly glad to have to tug his door shut tight and bolted when he comes home to find her laid bare in his bed.

It's amazing how quickly his own shirt can be off and he can be falling into bed. "--well hey there, you."

[theunpressuredclub]

It's surprising how gratifying it is, to see how quickly he moves to take off his shirt and get into bed with her. She can't help the warm smile as she grabs his hand and lifts it to her lips to kiss.

"Hi."

[ofthecubs]

Her smile is just as wonderful as the fact she's stripped down in his bed. It's very important, clearly, to kiss the wonderful curve of her smile for a good long moment before saying anything else.

"'s is nice."

He likes surprises, and this is definitely a good one.

[theunpressuredclub]

Kissing him is very nice. Getting a hand up to trace his side idly as they kiss is even better.

"'m glad," she says, a mischievous light in her eyes, "Gonna hopefully keep on surprising you t'night."

Entirely in the good way.

[ofthecubs]

"Oh yeah?"

He can't help the amusement in his voice as he shifts up onto his elbows to properly study her face. It's impossible not to be distracted when she's looking so entirely contented.

"You got big plans?"

[theunpressuredclub]

"Yeah," she says, looking up at him with an entirely admiring smile before she gives in to kissing him again, "Or at least 've got some ideas."

And something to show him-- or at least something he'll find, soon enough. They don't often get very far into their time in bed before he's kissing the back of her shoulder.

[ofthecubs]

His laugh is entirely pleased as he falls back into peppering her with kisses--lips and throat and collarbone with an entirely genuine joy.

"I love you." It's something he'll start saying now and probably not fully stop saying until they've fallen asleep, murmured in between the kisses. It's interrupted only when his hands, sliding up her sides, stop short of reaching too close to her shoulder blades. "'s okay?"

He knows how to navigate her scars by now, of course, but they'd held off on exactly this because of a shoulder injury, after all.

[theunpressuredclub]

"I love you." And she'll say it back to him as many times as he murmurs it to her. She'll kiss him back with just as much joy and trace his skin with as much reverence.

There's an entirely pleased gleam in her eyes as his hands approach her shoulder. Her nod is a touch eager, "Yeah. 's okay."

[ofthecubs]

She looks actually quite pleased with herself. He hums softly in approval, fingers slinking up over her shoulder.

Which is usually just a matter of dragging her along with him, but this time comes with a pause.

There aren't any new scars he can feel. There's not anything tense and tight like she's been nursing an injury. His nose wrinkles just slightly. "What-- happened?"

Just pretend it's a little smaller and on her shoulder

[theunpressuredclub]

Her laugh is soft, and she presses a kiss against the wrinkle in his nose before her lips press long and slow against his.

"Just look," she murmurs. Her shift is careful as she turns over, just enough to let him better see the ink now covering her scars.

So pretty ;w; <3

[ofthecubs]

Of course his nose briefly wrinkles more. Of course his smile is entirely curious as he untangles enough to flop over onto his side and study her shoulder.

It very briefly stops his heart before it sets the organ pounding again all the harder.

"O-oh, Rach..."

His fingers move incredibly carefully to begin tracing the lines. This is a very different thing to memorize than her actual scars, after all.

"God, it's-- it's beautiful."

So much love <3333 ;W;

[theunpressuredclub]

"You like it, then?" she asks, shifting her head slightly so she can study his expression with a fond smile. It only brightens more when he starts to touch.

All it all ;w; <333

[ofthecubs]

"It's beautiful."

He glances briefly up to meet her eyes, awe obvious in his own before he resumes examining her new ink.

"Did it hurt?"

<33333!

[theunpressuredclub]

She can't help but smile even more at that, entirely pleased to see his reaction to the tattoo. Her hum is pleased as he gets to tracing again.

"A little," she replies, "'s more sensitive on scar tissue. Wasn't too bad, though."

[ofthecubs]

She's all but radiating happiness. It's wonderful knowing his fingers are here of all places while she's beaming. It's just as wonderful knowing that what she's chosen to mark her victory over this part of her life is a lion.

"Hope you can see it in the mirror. 's really something."

[theunpressuredclub]

"I can," she affirms, before the smile turns a little teasing and her fingers dance over the part of his arm she can reach, "'nd I figured you could always take pictures 'f me like this if I really wanted to see it properly."

[ofthecubs]

He shifts up just enough to steal a light kiss from her lips, then to press one firmly against her shoulder before settling back down on the bed again.

"I mean, if that's an offer? 'm not gonna turn down the offer t' document this."

[theunpressuredclub]

Another happy hum as her lips follow his, before she shifts slightly to run her fingers along his side.

"'s an offer," she says, "Was one of my ideas, actually."

[ofthecubs]

"Really?"

The arch of his brow is very slight. It's not something he wants to ruin with too much excitement--or too much doubt.

"You don't mind?"

[theunpressuredclub]

"'s just for us, nn?"

That's something she trusts without question. Her smile is soft as she lets her fingers move from his side to trace idly along his chest.

"I don' see a problem with it 'f you don't."

[ofthecubs]

His laugh is very soft as his fingers smooth down to squeeze her hips, lips finding hers again gently.

"Just for us. Just-- t' remember tonight."

Which is absolutely a special one.

[theunpressuredclub]

"'xactly," she answers, shifting closer to him contentedly as his hands squeeze around her hips. Her hand moves from his chest to around his waist as her lips follow his, "Make it memorable."

More than it likely already will be.

[ofthecubs]

"In a minute, though."

Surely it will be just as good to find the camera later. Not strictly in a minute, perhaps, but certainly after they've spent some time enjoying being actually completely naked together.

And after he's gotten to properly see that tattoo moving on her bared skin.

[theunpressuredclub]

"Just a minute?"

It's entirely teasing as her fingers start to linger on his zipper. It's murmured low against his lips as she kisses him with a little more passion.

"'nd here I thought I was in for a lot more'n that."

Taking photos hadn't been her only idea, after all.

Then again, judging by the way he's touching her, she has a feeling those ideas are going to come into fruition one way or another.

[ofthecubs]

His teeth nip affectionately at her throat, fingers sliding lower.

"First of many minutes."

They've got all night, after all.

[theunpressuredclub]

"Good."

Her lips brush along his jaw before her teeth catch at his ear, a pleased hum escaping her lips. Her hips shift contentedly in response to the touches as her own fingers drift, caressing lightly as they go.

"I love you."

She'll say it all night, likely, and she'll mean it every time.

[ofthecubs]

It's always wonderful to hear. It's exactly what he wants to hear in moments like this--and in all the other moments they're together. It ties this in with all Rachel's other smiles and laughs and moments of being truly happy.

"I love you."

And he loves tangling up with her like this, murmuring the words against every inch of her skin.