A little short bit this time...the next one will be longer, I promise!
"You know, ten years ago I would have been willing to swear that I would never have one tattoo, let alone two," McGee commented, wincing as the needle hit his skin.
Abby laughed, kissed his forehead, and waved her left hand with its antique ruby set in ornate silver filigree in his face. "Well, you gave me something I'm going to wear forever, so I thought I should return the favor."
McGee winced again. "You could have waited two months and just given me the wedding ring, Abs." He tried to crane his head around to see his back. "Will you at least tell me what he's doing back there? It better not be a skull…"
She grabbed his chin and forced him to face foreword. "Don't move, McGee. You'll ruin Ricky's art. He didn't screw it up, did he?" she asked the tattoo artist anxiously.
Ricky smiled, focusing on his work. "Don't worry, Abs. I've done perfect tats on canvases that moved around a lot more. Your design will be just like you want it."
"Good." Abby settled back down in her chair in front of McGee, squeezing his hand. "C'mon, Timmy. Don't you trust me?"
He sighed. "Of course I trust you, Abby. It's just the whole…needle/ink/not being able to see thing that's making me nervous."
Abby grinned. "You've got one advantage over me," she told him. She reached into her purse and grabbed a folded sheet of paper, spreading it out for him to see. "At least you know what it means."
It was a little neater than her usual scrawl, but still Abby's handwriting. "Is tu fuil 'o mo chuislean…"
The same words that circled her wrist, that she'd had inked on to her skin nearly a year ago. She'd twisted them into an infinity symbol like the one on her arm. "He's copying that exactly," she said, smiling. "I like the idea of something that goes on forever."
He reached out to touch her cheek, careful not to disturb the work going on on his shoulder. "Me too."
She turned her head and quickly kissed his palm. "So, you ever going to tell me what it means? 'I love you too' was good enough for me to use it for this, but eventually you're going to have to give me the real translation, McGee."
Tim smiled. "The day we get married, Abby. I promised, remember?"
Abby's eyes sparkled. "I'll be holding you to a lot of promises that day, McGee."
