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Kurt scowls under Jane's amused gaze.
Arms folded across her chest, Jane continues to smirk at him, unfazed by his countenance.
Bent over Kurt's forearm, the tattoo artist asks, "This your first tattoo?"
With grit teeth, Kurt nods. Then realizing the artist can't see him do it, he grunts a yes.
Jane's smile only widens. It isn't that she likes seeing Kurt in pain and discomfort but seeing him, a huge, muscular, stern-faced 6-foot tall guy getting squeamish because he hates needles is simply adorable.
No matter what impression he gives off to people, he's still a big softy.
It's that same soft spot that had Kurt insisting he get a tattoo.
He had accompanied Jane earlier in the day when she went to the salon to get a tattoo. It was a tattoo she wanted for herself, a tattoo she chose, a first in her many acts of freedom.
Kurt understood how important the symbolic act was to Jane and had then decided to get a tattoo too.
It wasn't out of solidarity, he told her. Rather, he sees it as a reminder of the principles that he, Jane, and the entire team worked to defend and protect.
So, now, he's sitting on the chair, trying hard not to look at the artist's progress and instead concentrates solely on Jane.
God, she's beautiful, he thinks. Even with that smirk he wants to wipe off her face.
His eyes rake all over her body, looking at the various tattoos, zeroing in on the newest addition - a wave.
Jane had chosen to put a wave on a rare small, blank space on her arm. For her the wave was a metaphor, a symbol of her finally breaking free from Sandstorm's control, from her past.
But for Kurt, she is the wave. She came into his life like a tidal dance in the world's vast ocean, shocking him awake, opening his eyes.
Jane notices Kurt staring at her, his eyes growing dark with longing.
She blushes but holds his gaze.
It is only a comment from the artist that draws them both back.
"He must really love you," he says to Jane, "to be willing to get this done."
Jane smiles. "Oh, he just wanted us to match."
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