I wear marks for you. (Locked to Derek, NSFW)

[not_johnconnor]

[ After this. John's tattooAfter leaving the tattoo parlor, John went to work. It wasn't easy, actually -- the ache was rough. But he was John Connor. He knew better than that

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[soldier_reese]

"Hey." Derek grinned, putting the furball on the seat of the sofa where he was sitting (and petting it. Shut up). "You hungry?" He'd gotten dinner and it was on the table, still in boxes.

[not_johnconnor]

"Yeah, I could eat." He hadn't eaten all day, actually, and John was starving. "What'd you get?"

(And yeah, the Derek-Glock love affair? That was hilarious.)

[soldier_reese]

Derek stood and walked past John and straight to the table, the cat seemingly following and padding behind him. "Chinese." He started opening boxes up and then handing John a one after sticking a set of chopsticks into it. It was only then that he leaned in and kissed right at the crook of John's neck. "Got spicy stuff." He nuzzled, scruff on his face rough against the side of John's neck.

[not_johnconnor]

It made John shiver, goosebumps running up and down his body, even where the tattoo is; he groaned.

After he took another breath, he said, as off-handedly as he could, "I got something for you, too."