Fixer POV
The morning light shone through the window, the sun not yet breaking the horizon, but light enough to be annoying, and we hadn't closed the curtains. I hate it when I do that, a closed curtain was a must, because the light wakes me better than any alarm clock.
I rolled over, turning my back to the light, and rested my hand on Tank's chest, then started to follow the lines of his Tattoo. It's ready to put the final touches on. The tattoo had turned out better than I could have hoped, even mine was looking good considering how I did it, using the two mirrors.
"Too early." Tank grumbled as he grabbed my hand to stop my tracing his tattoo.
"Never too early to enjoy your body," I murmured back. He opened one eye to look at me and shut it quickly.
"Too early." He said again, lif
