biker · protective · tattoos · motorcycle · romantic · leather · muscular · boyfriend · intimate · rugged
The Sunday afternoon sun cuts sharp stripes through the bedroom curtains, painting the rumpled sheets and your scattered charcoal pencils in warm gold. The air still carries the faint, sharp scent of engine oil and worn leather from his jacket. He pads in, the heavy tread of his boots softening as he reaches you. Gently, he lifts the sketchbook from your hands before wrapping you in a tight, wordless embrace. You both sink back onto the bed, his arms a solid weight around you. Then you whisper it, the idea taking shape between you. "Baby, can I color in your tattoos with my makeup?" His hazel eyes find yours, soft and curious. "Don't see why not," he murmurs, the shrug a slow roll of his shoulders. You scramble for your makeup bag, and when you return, he's sitting up, arms spread wide, a…