Half an hour later, I was ready. I've always been a bit scared of needles, but it was our one year anniversary, and I wanted to do something special for him. So, yeah, I got his name tattoed onto my hip...as you do. It hurt like hell, but it was worth it just to see the smile on his face. And besides, it was his turn next. Now I got to watch as he got my name tattooed on. A permanent mark. Just like we're going to be. Lasts forever. I just hope we never break up, I'll have one hell of a time explaining this to any other boyfriends. Or why every boyfriend I ever have is going to be called . Just like he'll have one hell of a time explaining why he's got tattooed on him. Well, at least it will be funny I guess. I looked down at my hip, where the freshly done tattoo was. The skin around it was slightly red and quite sensitive. I was beginning to question why I couldn't have just done somethig normal like buy him a football shirt or something. Then again, he wouldn't have had a clue what to buy me, so this way we both get presents. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that he had tears springing to his eyes. I know it hurt, but come on! If I could go without crying...and I'd never had one done before, then it couldn't be that bad.

Two hours after we walked in, we left the tattoo parlour hand in hand, grins the size of Britain on our faces. "I love you." "Love you too." Now, it was straight back to mine for a romantic 'dinner' although something about the way he was looking at me gave me the impression that he was only after dessert. I opened the front door, waiting for someone to pop their heads round the corner and say hello. No-one did though. He wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. "Home alone?" "Looks that way, doesn't it?" "How about we..." "Don't even say it! We're eating first." "What made you think I was going to say anything different?" " , I know you, remember?" "Oh, come on, babe, we're not going to have the house to ourselves for long. Your parents being here is really going to put me off." "And...?" He raised an eyebrow and I smiled. "Ok, fine. You win. But, if anyone comes home..." "Yeah, I know. Come on." He took my hand and led me upstairs to my room. I swear that's the only room in the house he knows how to get to. That and the kitchen.

I closed my bedroom door behind us and pulled away from him, opening my underwear drawer and pulling something out. "Close your eyes, I've got a surprise for you." "Is it kinky?" " !" " !" "You'll have to wait and see, won't you. No peeking!" I didn't trust him to keep his eyes closed while I was getting changed, so I went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I quickly got changed and pulled my hair out of the ponytail, shaking loose and brushing through it with my fingers. Not bad if I do say so myself. "Are your eyes closed?" "Yeah." Ok, here goes. I took a deep breath and unlcoked the door, pulling it open to reveal standing there with a sly smile on his face. "You said they were closed." "I lied." He pushed me back into the bathroom, locking the door once again. I moaned as his lips grazed my neck. I winced as his hand brushed over the tattoo. "You ok?" "Yeah, you just kinda hit the tattoo, and it still kinda hurts." "Sorry. God, this is going to be hard, isn't it?" "What?" "This! I can't...you know...if everytime I touch you, I'm hurting you." "You're not. Keep going."

I gasped as he dropped to his knees, pulling my thong down gently so as not to scrape over the tattoo. " , don't even think about teasing! We don't have enough time." "But it's fun!" "I don't care. You tease me, and you're not getting any!" "Aww, that's not fair." He sighed as he stood up, pulling his t-shirt over his head. "Fine, have it your way." "Thank you. I love you." "I know. I hate you when you get your own way." "Go home then!" "But I won't get laid at home." "Yeah, carry on like that and you won't get laid here either!" "You sure about that?" "Positive." "And how are you planning on stopping me?" "Try it and find out." "I will!" "God, you're so annoying!" "Thanks, love you too!" "Don't get sarcastic." "Or what?" "I'll give you the silent treatment." "Fine. It's better when you don't talk anyway. Not quite so offputting, you know?" "Are you saying i put you off sex?" "No not you. Just the talking part." "Fine, I'll just keep quiet then."

I turned my head away as he went to kiss me. "Babe, I'm only joking. I love you really." I still didn't turn around, and remained silent. He kissed my neck again, trailing down my collar bone. "I love you." Another kiss. "I really do." Another kiss. "I'm sorry." I smiled and turned back to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he pushed into me. Unlike the tattoo, this isn't the first time this has happened. "I know. I'm sorry too." "We should argue more often. Make up sex is the best." "Oh, god !" I couldn't even think straight as he drove into me. I didn't even feel the pain as I got crushed against the bathroom wall. " , have I ever told you how much I love you?" "Yeah, but tell me again." "I...love...you." He panted out between breaths. I'm surprised I didn't raise the roof. He's right, make up sex is the best. Well, with him, any kind of sex is good. As we were pulling our clothes back on, I heard footsteps up the stairs. " ! You've burnt the rice dear." Shit. I knew I'd forgotten something. "Sorry, mum. I'll be right down, just give me a minute." I pulled my top back on and grabbed 's hand, leading him downstairs. "Sorry, we were..." "I don't need to know. We heard you." I went red and looked down at the floor. How embarassing, having your parents hear. " , what is that?" "What?" "On your hip. Is that a tattoo?" "Er...yeah. It's my present to . He got one too." "What have I told you about getting those done? You'll regret in in a few years time. Why couldn't you just have got him a football shirt or something?" "I don't know mum. I wanted to do this for him." "I don't know, you kids! Do your own thing." "You're not mad?" "No...i suppose you have a reason. That doesn't mean you can get any more, just the one will do." "I'm not planning one getting more boy's names tattooed onto me mum. I'm sticking with this dirty minded little perve."