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Skye looked up at him in curiosity, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “Like what?” she questions, hands slipping beneath his shirt.
Willow on the other hand, seemed to perk up at the idea of another tattoo. With her line of work, she had to be careful with what she put on her body, which was never fun for her considering her distinct love for tattoos, so whenever she had the chance to get a meaningful tattoo, she took it. “And when?”
Dustin shrugs. “I’m not the artist here, I just had the idea.” He looks down at Skye, kissing her again. “You can pick something. Or design it, if you want. But we got the first tattoos when we just started out, and barely knew anything about each other. Preston and I wouldn’t even touch each other back then.”
Preston hums, considering Dustin’s words. “You’re not wrong. We’ve certainly grown since then, in every way. I think tattoos would be a great idea.”
“And we can do it whenever. I just… fuck, I don’t know. You mentioned feelings, now i’m sentimental and shit.”
Skye couldn't have kept the grin off of her face even if she had wanted to. "You want me to design it?" she asked, eyes glistening with hope. She knew damn well that her lovers supported her and her art, but for them to want her to create something so special and sentimental, it took her breath away.
Her lips are on his in moments, her heart fluttering at his words. He’s right – it’s just who they are. They came into this world fucked up, but somehow, they made it out okay. They found the right people, people who love and accept them, and it’s turned into one of the most amazing things she has ever experienced.
She doesn’t plan on breaking away any time soon, but when she hears the pitter patter of paws against the hard wood floor, she breaks away with a grin and bends down to lift up Toulouse, giggling when he begins licking Dustin’s face. “We got you right, too,” she murmurs to the puppy.
Willow grins at that, looking at their wall and the photos of their many pets that it displayed —- Skye had gone through the house and completely redecorated it, giving it a much more lived in, comfortable feel while also giving it an aesthetically pleasing aspect, most rooms similar to ones you could find on Pinterest. Willow personally loved it, as she could see Skye’s artistic talent at every turn. “We got all of them right,” she countered while nodding towards the photos.
“Maybe we’ve gotten a lot of things right,” Preston says quietly, watching his lovers with a serene smile on his face. “Perhaps it all started upon meeting each other that we finally started getting things right.”
His words make Dustin think of incomplete hearts and soulmates. He never believed in that kind of thing, and still doesn’t know if he does. But when he thinks of them, when he looks at this home they’ve created, he thinks that maybe Preston is right. Maybe they’d only been surviving before they came into each others’ lives, and that’s when they started living. They were doing everything wrong in the beginning, and somehow ended up right.
“I want another tattoo,” he says suddenly. “Something that means more than the first ones did.”
Skye looked up at him in curiosity, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "Like what?" she questions, hands slipping beneath his shirt.
Willow on the other hand, seemed to perk up at the idea of another tattoo. With her line of work, she had to be careful with what she put on her body, which was never fun for her considering her distinct love for tattoos, so whenever she had the chance to get a meaningful tattoo, she took it. "And when?"