Spoilers: I tend to avoid them.
Challenge: #48 Tattoos.
Disclaimer: Non for profit.
Written for ncis_drabble 2/9/06.
He loved her tattoos. He loved the texture of her skin and the beauty of the black against the pale white. Her back was a canvas of which the cross only covered a small portion.
She lay face down on the bed her chin pillowed on her hands. His fingers danced over the intricate design. He leaned over and soon his mouth followed were his fingers had been.
She shivered at the feel of his lips at the base of her spine. His hand splayed between her shoulderblades as she sighed.
"I can't get enough of you," he breathed against her skin.