A/N: So yes, once again it has been awhile since I've updated and I am so terribly sorry. After watching The Dark Moon I have been inspired to write because the Stydia scenes were good but the Stalia scenes made me uncomfortable. As much as watching Stiles and Malia is going to suck I think that it will probably be good for this story because I will be more inspired to write? After writing this chapter I will be working on a one shot about Stiles and Lydia so be on the lookout for that! This chapter might not be too great or too long but I still hope you like it.

"I cannot believe you talked me into this." Stiles grumbled and groaned as he exited the passenger side of Lydia's sedan.

"The more you stress out about it the more it's going to hurt." Lydia replied as she slung her purse over her shoulder and locked the car doors. "And you talked yourself into this, remember? So…man up." She winked as she walked around the front of the vehicle and grabbed his shaking hand.

They walked towards the store front, a tattoo parlor. Yes they were indeed going to get matching tattoos. To be honest Lydia had surprised herself with the idea. Not because she was afraid of the pain but more because she never had seen herself as the type of person to have a bunch of tattoos or even one for that matter. But after the first time she said 'I love you' to Stiles she knew she wanted something permanent to remind him of that fact. That was a few years ago and now they were newlyweds, married a month ago, so she decided that it was finally appropriate to get his name tattooed on her body as it was already tattooed on her heart.

"I don't know about this place Lydia. It looks pretty sketchy to me." He said knowing fully well that this was the cleanest tattoo parlor he had ever seen. Way cleaner than the one Scott got his tattoo at. Lydia must have done her research, but then again when doesn't she?

"Stiles, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"No, I want to. I mean I don't want to feel the needle being jabbed into my body over and over but I do want to have it done. It's just the process I'm worried about." It was actually Stiles' idea for himself to get the tattoo of her name on his body.

"Stiles." She said stopping just short of the door, turning to face him, and grabbing his other hand. "Seriously, this was originally my idea and I do not want you to feel like you are required to do this."

"No, no I am so going to do this. I am going to be a man and get my wife's name tattooed on my body." He said with as much confidence as he could muster.

"Alright."

"But only if you hold my hand and distract me by letting me stare at your beautiful face."

"Well I think that can be arranged." She said removing one of her hands from his grip and placing it on his cheek and leaning up to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Okay let's do this before I change my mind." The two of them entered the shop and like Lydia had said, it was totally clean and as professional as Stiles imagined one could be. After checking in, going in and confirming exactly what they wanted they decided Stiles should go first to get it over with.

"Stiles don't you even think about looking down at all. Okay? I'll be here the whole time so you're just going to look at me and talk to me like everything is normal." She knew his issue was more with the needle itself, not necessarily the pain the needle was causing.

"Okay, I won't look." He nodded, taking a deep breath and grabbing his wife's hand rather tightly. He actually managed better than Lydia had expected, even as he talked through the pain his facial expressions were hilarious and she was nice and only took a few pictures of the process and opted on keeping them to herself and did not post them on any social media.

"How bad was it?" She asked when the tattoo was finally complete. She looked down at the right side of his chest where her name was written in her hand writing and intertwined in an infinity symbol. Despite being red and irritated it looked exactly how she imagined it, it wasn't huge but she didn't need it to be, she hoped hers would turn out just as perfect.

"Not going to lie, it doesn't feel good." He said grabbing his shirt from the nearby counter. "How does it look?" He said looking down at the ink on his chest.

"It looks really good, perfect actually. If mine looks half as good as yours I'll be happy."

A few minutes later Lydia was the one in the chair getting her tattoo. Lydia's tattoo was being placed on the front of her right hip, Stiles' suggestion probably because it was one of his favorite places to kiss her, and it was the exact same as his, the infinity symbol but her name was replaced by his in his handwriting.

"Stiles stop looking!" Lydia demanded through gritted teeth as she noticed that Stiles was watching the needle go in and out of her skin and his face was turning as white as a sheet. "You are not going to faint after you get a tattoo!" He finally looked back at her and his color returned to normal.

"Oh, yeah, okay right sorry." He gulped with a nod of his head and he reached his hand out to grasp hers and their fingers interlocked. "I still can't believe that we are both in here and you are getting a tattoo. I would have never imagined you to have a tattoo. Like ever."

"Me? You should be surprised at yourself. I actually can't believe I witness them poke you over and over with a needle."

"Yeah well I never thought you would ever give me a second glance, let alone marry me. This tattoo is proof that you loved me at one point in time so you can't deny it if you ever leave me." He explained.

"Not going to happen, ever. And now if any girl ever tries to come onto you she'll see my name and know that you're all mine." Lydia said, reaching her free hand to his face to bring him in for a quick peck on the lips. "You know it's not even really that weird that I'm getting a tattoo because you are going to be the only person who ever sees it anyway." She sort of reveled in that fact now. In her younger years she was all about the pleasure sex gave her and while that was still true it had a lot to do with a bond. It was a connection that she only shared with Stiles and making love with him just solidified and made it even stronger.

"That is a comforting thought." He smiled blissfully and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Good." She smiled but winced at the pain. Soon though it was over and they both had their beautiful tattoos of each other's names. Even if the tattoo artist was completely convinced that 'Stiles' was not a real name they managed to create the tattoo so flawlessly.

"So what's your next tattoo going to be?" Lydia joked as they exited the building hand in hand.

"Ha-ha, never. This was a one-time thing that I will never do again. I mean not that I mind though, I actually really like that I was given permission, no encouraged to get your name put on my body permanently."

"Alright, that's probably good because I really like how you look now. Too many tattoos would make you look like a bad guy and you know I'm exclusively into good guys now."

"You better be." He said as he walked with her to the driver's side of the vehicle and opened her door for her, kissing her temple after she was settled in.

"Sushi for dinner?" She questioned when he entered the car and got comfortable.

"Sounds perfect." He replied with a smile, he couldn't be any happier.

The tattoos ended up being a wild success and everyone was so taken aback on the McCall Pack vacation a few months later when Stiles went to dive into the water and Lydia smiled as did Stiles wearing her name like a first place medal. Lydia kept hers more private, only Allison and Kira knew that it existed, but Stiles was very aware and made sure to kiss it fondly when they made love. Both reeled in excitement every time they caught a glimpse of the ink and it always lit a possessive fire in them and it was perfect. They were perfect. Everything was perfect.