Author's Note: I just thought I'd tell you guys that I finally got 40.000 views on this story! That's like 39.999 more views than I expected! So exciting! And then I have the worst gift back to you guys, ever...ready?

Disclaimer: this one-shot sucks.

Day One-Hundred Fifty: Secret by Maroon 5

Spencer pulled away from Toby. She almost jumped when she felt him grasp at the hem of her shirt.

They'd been dating for five months already, but she wasn't sure if she was ready. She was nervous for him to see her naked.

A few years ago, when she was about nineteen, her friend Hanna had taken her to the tattoo parlor. Hanna had only wanted a small heart on the back of her neck; it was a tiny tattoo. Spencer, however, being the one who wanted to defy her parents, decided to get two big tattoos. She had one tattoo on her right hipbone of lilies, which went from the bottom of her hipbone to about the top of her stomach. It had been extremely painful to get, but Spencer would never admit that she was in that much pain. She decided, however, that it wasn't enough and her parents would never see it. She decided to get another tattoo on her left shoulder, which went down to the top of her arm. It was a cherry blossom tree with a bird sitting on one of its branches. But being that it was shaded, the process was even more painful than the previous tattoo.

Of course, her parents had thrown a fit and thrown her out of the house. They went on and on about how "trashy" and "ugly" it was and, by mere association, she was, too. Ever since then, she wore clothes that hid the tattoos and whenever the one on her shoulder and arm had to be shown, she'd put makeup on it so it really wasn't shown at all. She never exposed the one on her hip. It was her dirty little secret.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Nothing. I just…I don't know if I'm ready," she explained.

He was almost sure that wasn't it. There were a lot of times that she had initiated their make outs. She'd even move to undress him, but as soon as it came down to taking her own shirt off, she wasn't ready.

"Is there something else wrong?" Toby asked.

She sighed before shaking her head. "No…"

"Spencer."

She gulped. "I…I don't know if you know me as well as you think you do, Toby."

He gave her a confused look. "Are you an axe murderer or something?" he inquired.

She shook her head with a small laugh. "No, I just…"

She looked at her left shoulder. She was really thinking about showing him. She decided to just go with it. She slid the shirt past her shoulder and looked to see his reaction. She turned around and moved her hair to the other side so he could get a better look.

"Wow," was all he could say.

She waited for him to say more. When he didn't, she looked over her shoulder. "You're not…upset? Or…turned-off or anything?"

He didn't answer. He just asked, "Can I see the rest of it?"

Reluctantly, she pulled the shirt off of her body. He helped her and tossed it away. He ran his fingers very gingerly over the tattoo. Then, he pressed his lips onto it. She shivered. "Does that answer your question?"

"Well…I…I have another one," she stuttered.

"Where?"

"On my hip," she responded. She felt his hands go to the clasps of her bra, like they were asking for her permission to get rid of it. When she didn't object, he removed it so he could get a better look at the tattoo.

She turned back around so she was facing him. She had a hard time looking in his eyes, until she lifted her chin up and kissed her on the lips.

"Spence, if you thought that I'd hate the tattoos, you're wrong. In fact, I think they're pretty hot," he informed her.

Her face remained worried for a second before she broke out into a smile. She took off his shirt. He ran his hands down her chest and stopped at the tattoo on her hipbone. Without even stopping to think about it, he placed kisses down her chest until he reached the tattoo.

She waited entirely too long for this.

He kept kissing her shoulder, where the cherry blossoms were. Her secret was out.

His lips then started to trail down to her hip. She moaned before biting her lip.

"I want you so bad."

I'm stopping there because idk what happens next. Sorry. And I just wanted to give credit where credit is due. I took the prompt off of Imagine Your OTP on tumblr. The original prompt is: Imagine Person A of your OTP having a lot of tattoos across their body. Person A and B are in bed for the first time, and A usually wears tunics and long pants to cover up the tattoos because they're nervous of what B will think of them. When they're both naked, Person B stops to admire the tattoos, running their lips along each and every one of them. I don't know, I just felt like I wanted Spencer to be Person A in this one. I just...idk.

Sorry, AL, it was another cutesy one-shot. Oops.

MilaMizz: You inspired me with some songs. I used a quote like yours in a song I started writing. They actually don't suck. I just need to write the music. I have all the lyrics done. If there's a Lana or Marina quote said in any TV show that I watch (even just a term, like if someone were to say "pale moonlight", I'd start singing Body Electric), I'd just start singing horribly off key. It's bad. And aww, your cousin sounds so cute! She's very insightful. My cousin, Melina, is pretty smart, too. Her only fault is that she likes Taylor Swift, but I guess she could like Miley Cyrus or Nicki Minaj or something idk. It's not that bad (comparatively). She hates Justin Bieber and One Direction and she knows I'm a Diamond :) And plus, I've trained her to like chocolate cheesecake.

Addictedtospoby:In all honesty, I really don't mind what kind of blogs follow me :) I don't discriminate against Tumblr blog types. That's fine. No, really, you should write something. My writing is shitty most of the time. Just do it. You can appeal to a different audience, I guess. I really like your writing. DO IT. It'll be marvellous.

AL3110:It's still our anniversary in New York :) Btw, I was laughing because of the thing you told me about bae and the a and e together. I saw something on Tumblr and I was just laughing to myself like an idiot. I'll write a song called "Manhattan Baby". Yaasss. Just eat pizza and pasta and carbs and get really fat. You didn't eat cake :(

tobyequalshottness: They were totally back together :) Darling, I update like every day (occasionally, I miss a day), so you can always count on my updates!

I think I wrote smuttier things when I was like 12 and I didn't even know what smut was. I swear. I didn't even know what fanfiction was. But it was probably smuttier than this (which is actually quite shameful and embarrassing to admit, but whatever. There are probably twelve year-olds on here that write smut).

The next one-shot will be Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran. I actually really like that song. I just heard it tonight. It's good. -Kayson