Matching Tattoo For Boyfriend And Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Okay, okay. Anyway, I don’t believe in marriage. I only love one person, for life. And the person I love must always be by my side.” He was staring straight at me when he said it, like he was making a sacred promise. As the teasing died down, I saw Sienna lean closer to Orion out of the corner of my eye. Her fingers slipped inside the open collar of his shirt. I saw her fingertips trace paths across his chest, right over the spot where the initial of my name, “E,” was tattooed. Leaving faint, suggestive scratches. He got that tattoo for me on my 20th birthday. He said he wanted to carve me onto his heart, so he would never forget.

Mary warned. “No look, her tattoo. It’s got an A that works up into a heart. A smaller heart to bring out the point at the bottom. It is said a tattoo normally is a picture but when love is strong the mates letter will form with the emotion that best describes them.” Isabella spoke gently. She pulled down the shirt gently to reveil just that. “She has two heart. Means he loves her more then anything in the world. Even more then the world itself.”

Her fingers lazily trace the tattoos on my chest, sending shivers down my spine like always with her touch. “I also want to have a tattoo like you.” She says suddenly, her voice filled with excitement. As I glance down at her, a grin spreads across my face. “Really? I was thinking the same thing. We should get one together.” Her golden eyes light up as she raises her head from my chest to look at me. “Like a couple tattoo?” “Yup.” I nod before lifting her hand to my lips and placing a soft kiss on it. “I want something that will connect us forever.”

Massimo caught her wrist, lifted it, and kissed the wound as if it were holy. Then he took his blade. Without hesitation, he carved a shallow cut along his own chest, just above his heart. The blood trickled down, and he pressed her hand against it, her blood mingling with his, but Talana was not finished. Her eyes locked onto his with a hunger beyond desire. She took his blade, pressed it against her own side, and carved a mark, jagged and deliberate. One that mirrored his. They would carry these forever, even when the scars faded. A marriage tattooed in steel.

I question, trying to not get too giddy. I suggested to the guys that we should get little tattoos on our left ring fingers now that we are officially together and out in the underworld with our poly relationship. I got the idea from one of my reality TV shows. A couple did, and I thought it was cool and sweet. So, I suggested it to the guys randomly during our little honeymoon getaway. At the time, they didn’t really answer me yes or no. I think they were more shocked at my suggestion. “Yes, Little Dove.” Nico answers.

“Buddy, if that’ll make you happy and convince you we ain’t kickin’ you to the curb, then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll draw up the bank paperwork as a three-way partnership.” “Sounds good.” He squeezed Trevor’s hand. “I’m beyond happy, meu amore.” “Me too. Jesus. I never thought…” “Oh, stop makin’ goo goo eyes at each other at least until we’ve discussed this thoroughly,” Chassie gently scolded. “I’ve already come up with a way we can demonstrate the permanence of this relationship to ourselves.” “How?” “By gettin’ matching tattoos.” Trevor’s mouth dropped open. “Hell, woman, how much time have you spent with India and Colt?”

Tyler said "Good thing I'm not Becca" Fiona smirked "We are actually here to get Couples tattoo" She said, adding emphasis on Couple, hopefully Tyler gets the message and shuts his mouth "Do you have any design? At that question, Tyler got into work mode "Yes, Do you have any inscriptions in mind?" He asked showing us our seats "Always and Forever" I said intertwining I and Vanilla's hand Tyler looked shocked, but he does his best at keeping his babbling hole shut "Okay" He said surfing through his stuff. Soon, he brought out four different designs

Hayden grinned at me, like it was all effortless. “Let’s get out of here,” he smiled. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 By the time we walked into the tattoo parlor, my hands were shaking. The artist nodded at Hayden, clearly aware of who he was, and then glanced at me. “You two getting matching tats?” I nodded, heart racing. “Yeah, we are.” “You have anything in mind,” he asked. I reached for Hayden’s wrist and traced a line. “Half a raven. The wings. He gets one, I get the other. When we’re together… it’s complete.”

Luke's awe was clear as Clay finished my tattoo, his skilled hands bringing to life the intricate design we'd agreed upon. It was more than ink on skin; it was a symbol of our intertwined lives, our shared journey. The art was so quintessentially us, capturing the essence of our bond in bold, swirling lines and shaded crescents.

I slapped his hands off, pushing him out of my way. "It WAS mine. Not anymore." I corrected, sitting on the island. "Now that you're here" Antonio said, strolling into the kitchen. When his back was turned towards me, I caught on something that was not there. A tattoo. "You got the tattoo" I voiced out unconsciously. We agreed to get a matching tattoo when we were in love. It was a couple tattoo sample we saw online and fell in love with. "I thought you wouldn't notice. It's remaining you" He said, smirking at me from over his shoulder.