A/N: Just a small moment.
TATOO
Olivia was actually starting to drowse off when he spoke. For the past few minutes, they had been lying almost perfectly still in his bed, her back spooned against his chest, and the only thing moving beside their heaving chests had been his thumb, lazily tracing small circles on her breast. His warm breath on her neck had slowed down, gradually lulling her to sleep; she felt safe…she felt home…and then he spoke.
"Olivia?"
She didn't open her eyes, only making a soft grunting sound, letting him know that she had acknowledged him, but that she wouldn't mind going to sleep right now –he had managed to exhaust her quite sufficiently. She realized that he had moved his hand, then, as she felt his fingers on the back of her neck, moving her hair away. Tracing her skin.
"Why don't you get it removed?" His voice was barely louder than a whisper.
He sounded genuinely curious, wondering why she still had her Alternate's tattoo even though she had been back for a few months.
She shrugged slightly against him, almost in nonchalance, but when he brought his arm back around her, she was glad to intertwine his fingers with hers again, snuggling a little more into his warmth.
"I don't know…" she eventually murmured, unsure of the reason herself, of how to explain it with words. "It's just…to me, it's just another scar, you know?"
He didn't say anything, choosing to nuzzle his nose softly against her neck instead, before pressing a kiss right where she knew the tattoo still marked her skin.
He knew.