Prompt: (From cosimasclevage) I just need everything punky monkey from you let's be real

Pairing: Punky Monkey

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Sarah loved to trace Cosima's tattoos.

At night, when Cosima slept, Sarah loved to trace her tattoos with the lightest of touches, fingertips tracing shapes and lines over and over until she fell asleep.

Sometimes she would trace them when Cosima was awake, when they were both awake, with her tongue and her lips and her breath. She loved the goosebumps that followed her touch, loved the little gasps and whimpers she could pull from the biologist.

At odd moments, she would catch her girlfriends arm and press kisses to the ink, or run her fingertips up and down her arm, over the tattoos, when they cuddled together on the couch.

She loved each and every tattoo on Cosima's body, the ones she showed to the world and the ones she kept hidden. Her favorite one, though, was the nautilus. It was the first tattoo that Cosima had explained to her, when things were dark and complicated. It was the tattoo that to Sarah, represented Cosima's passion; it represented her love of life and thirst for science. She would trace that tattoo and remember Cosima's voice explaining to her about the Golden Ratio, and see Cosima's fingers tracing the same path she was.

It gave her comfort, to feel how warm Cosima's skin was underneath her fingers, to press down just a bit harder and feel the blood pumping through her veins.

Cosima's tattoos represented more than art. They represented her life. And Sarah knew that was one of the most precious things on the planet.