#likeatattoo

“Course he does!” Carter mused, ruining the softness of the moment. “Because you like it,” he lowered the tone after he realized how loudly he had started out. With a chuckle, he commenced the soft movements with his fingers, tips tracing senseless patterns over the bare skin on Tavish' stomach.

They lay on a small mess of blankets that Tavish had fussed over on the floor. Although he was mostly wolf, he seemingly still had that slight amount of angel in him that drove him to build a nest; though, the room they were in did make it seem more like a wolf's den in the end. Carter and he had decided to move out not shortly after they found out they were going to be having a baby or two. It was a large house - near mansion even - but they had chosen the smallest and coziest room to bunker down into. Hard wooded floors and dark wallpapered walls with a large stone fireplace that roared in front of them.

Not much longer after the two had settled into this content position with one another did Carter hear a rumbling noise arise from Tavish' stomach. “I'm gunna assume that wasn't the baby,” he grinned, blue eyes glancing up to meet chocolate brown ones.

“Yes it was! He's practicing his growling. Come on, now. He is the spawn of the Big Bad Wolf after all!” Tavish mused with a dashing smile that lit up his entire face.

“Oh, don't I know it. You keep growling, little guy,” Carter's voice rumbled through the skin as he pressed his lips to the protruding stomach to talk to their growing baby. “But, while you continue practicing, I'm gunna go downstairs and get some fuel for my Pup,” he winked up to the slightly tanner wolf before leaning up to press a light kiss to his lips and rise from the muss of blankets and other miscellaneous objects thrown askew into their version of a nest for angel-wolves.

Seeing as how the two were currently in their own home, now, and by themselves on top of everything else, neither were clothed. As Carter rose to retreat for their fully stocked shelves and refrigerator Tavish grinned cheekily at the dark and well shaded hand print tattoo that had been placed on Carter's right ass cheek.

“That never gets old, does it, Pup?” Carter inquired with a cheeky grin of his own when he heard the slight breathy chuckle that had incidentally escaped from Tavish at the sight.

“Never does! Never will!” he offered, situating himself so that he was leaning up on his elbows.

“Is there anything in particular you want for foods, my little Puppy?” Carter cooed, walking back over to him if only to turn around and shake his ass in front of Tavish's face; showing off his own “property of” tattoo. Tavish smacked it hard, leaving a red hand print over the dark lines of the tattooed version.

“You know what I like, Big Bad Wolf. Just bring me whatever,” he told him with a smirk.

“Should I come back wearing a skimpy maid's outfit, too?” Carter attempted at maintaining a straight face to no avail. Tavish just burst out laughing, nodding vehemently.