‹ Prequel: Breathe For Me
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Finding You

Three

"I want to get my first tattoo." I bit my lip as I looked up at Oliver. We were sitting on my bed with everything but the light off, just talking, catching up, for the past hour. We were holding each others hands as we sat cross legged in front of each other. I had locked the bedroom door so we wouldn't be disturbed. I wanted nothing to ruin my time with him. I had missed him like crazy and it kills me that he can only stay a week, before he goes on tour for two months.

Oliver smiled, pushing my bangs out of my face, kissing my forehead lightly. "What kind of tattoo are yeh thinkin' of?"

I shrugged, looking down at his hands, tracing the multiple art work inked into his skin. "I'm not sure, really. Something tiny, though. I already know it will hurt." I paused, looking back up at him. "We should get matching tattoos."

His smile stretched wider as he nodded slowly. "I think that's a great idea, love."

I smiled, moving so I was laying on my back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Oliver moved so he was laying on his side, facing me, his hand softly playing in my hair.

"I like peace signs." I blurted, my face going hot with red. We both laughed quietly, then his face went serious.

"We should ge' those." His finger lightly tapped a spot right behind my ear. I turned my head to look at him and laughed.

"Alright. Let's do it."

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I heard a faint buzz of a needle as we entered the shop. As soon as the noise hit my ears, I turned around, ready to walk out, when Oliver grabbed my arm, pulling me back gently.

"Yeh idea, we're doin' it, love. It's not so bad, trust meh." He chuckled, kissing the top of my head as his arm went around my shoulders. He talked to the front desk lady as I looked around slowly. It was sad that I worked in a tattoo shop, yet I couldn't get a simply, small tattoo done without panicking. I was silently thanking a higher power that we didn't go to the shop I worked in, or else I would be laughed at right now.

"Let's go, love, we're gettin' it done at the same time." Oliver grabbed my hand tightly, pulling my along to the back. We sat down side by side at each persons station. I quickly pulled my hair up, out of the way, reattaching my hand with Oliver's, never letting go after that.

Once we were done, Oliver paid for the tattoos, with me protesting the whole time. I should have at least paid for my own.

"Quit yeh yappin', woman, it's paid for!" He laughed, kissing my temple. It was lightly drizzling outside by now. I smiled, stopping in my tracks, pulling Oliver to a stop. He looked back, with a confused expression. I simply smiled bigger, wrapping my arms around his torso, getting on my toes. I pressed my lips to his firmly, pulling us as close as possible.

I had missed the feeling of us kissing. It was the best thing I have ever experienced and I wanted more of it. It was like I needed it, like I needed him, which I was starting to think I did.

He deepened the kiss, resting his hands on either side of my face. We pulled away after a few minutes to catch our breath. A smile never left his face.
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So, this was inspired by Oli's new peace sign tat by his ear. I think it's on the right side, not sure, though.
Anyways, I'm sorry I took so long. And that it's pretty short.
This story is kinda going slowly, but I have a terrific idea.
It's just difficult getting there.
This chapter wasn't that great, I know, but the next chapter will hopefully be better.
No promises, though :p
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