Sighing with the realization that John was right, Fanny pouted as he lead them back to the bench where their shoes had been left. "You've seen some of the shoes I wear. You know my balance is impeccable. However, you're right. I'm just so excited."
She took the seat next to him and began undoing her laces. Slowly pulling her feet out of her skates, Fanny flexed her ankle and toes before slipping them back into her sneakers. It wasn't often that she dressed down, but figure skating almost demanded it. She listened to his words and smiled at him before placing a gentle kiss to his lips.
"I don't intend to keep you as my slave forever. After the five years is up, I will release you from that position. I would love it if you stayed with me as an equal... a lover... a companion, but I don't wish to hold a position of power over you. Well... maybe occasionally in the bedroom."
Tying her shoes and cleaning off her blades, she stowed them away in her bag. As she moved in to be closer to him before leaving, Fanny pressed another kiss to his neck. "A tattoo, if not lasered off, lasts eternity. When you're a vampire or a demon or an angel, you have to think long and hard about the pieces you put on your body because you'll have them for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. I would never take the choice away from you."
Fanny bit at her bottom lip and hummed her happiness. Closing her eyes for a moment, she thought about what she'd like to put on him and all the placements it could work. "Just saying you have given me permission to ink you now is like giving Van Gogh a blank canvas. So many possibilities, so many ideas. It can be both awesomely amazing and extremely terrifying."