"Why there? Why the side, and the ahh-" I squeal as he moves over a particularly ticklish spot. "... the rib cage?"
"Well," his tongue slips out of his mouth to wet his lips as he works. "You're a private person. You wouldn't want something like to this be on display 24/7. I figure that it only makes sense for this to be in a place that you can choose to show people."
"Makes sense. Why not somewhere else, though? Like - I don't know, my hip, maybe?"
"Because," he states, dragging the marker up in one sure movement, letting the lines of whatever he's drawing curve inward, over my stomach, and then up to just below the curve of my breast. "You, Katniss Everdeen, never do anything small."
Wear the heart on your skin by Bleedtoloveher
This story was pure gold and I've been wanting to draw this scene since I first read it (a big thank you to the mysterious anon who suggested it to me). I have to say I wasn't really fond of a tattooed Peeta at first but I'm glad this fic I proved me wrong... :)











