recipe. Chicken, veg, pasta, chillies, cheese sauce and basil baked in the oven and served with salad. We open a bottle of the wine I brought from home.
“ We can ask Alex ‘round for dinner one evening if you like,” Brendan suggests. “He’s been here before.” Toni elbows him. I guess that means he wasn’t alone. Strangely, the thought of that actually bothers me, which is ridiculous, considering.
“ If you like. I’m happy one way or the other. Next weekend maybe.”
“ Guess what? They’re both getting tattoos done tomorrow, Bren,” Toni announces smirking at me.
Brendan has two on his arms that I can see already, one peeking out of his sleeve and one up his inner forearm. They’re not too bad as far as tattoos go.
“Oh yeah?” He lifts the back of his T-shirt up and turns to flash his large eagle tattoo at me.”
“ Very nice,” I say unenthusiastically.
“ What are you having done?”
“ Our names. Both of us are.”
“ That’s cool.”
“ It’ll probably be somewhere very well hidden so don’t ask me to show you, okay?”
“ What’s the point of that? Toni has hers tucked away on her ass. Show it off, I say!”
“ I’m a bit nervous. Does it hurt?”
“ Only to start with. You get used to it after a while. The pain receptors numb out eventually.”
“ Lovely. Maybe I’ll have a teeny tiny one then.” We all have a laugh at that. I’m rather a wimp as far as pain goes.
Alex picks me up at 10am as planned. I run out to the car and hop in and gasp in lust as I see his closely cropped hair. I rub my hands all over the fine silky surface of his head in a frenzy.
“Like it?”
“ I love it. It’s gorgeous...” I rub some more and drop a hot kiss on his cheek.
“ I finally got around to it after coming back from leave. Major O’Connell had a few choice words with me in the mess yesterday.” We both have a quick laugh about Alex being ticked off by his superior about his one inch long hair.
After our hot hello we set off for our spot of painful tattooing. I’m really nervous once we’re inside The Tat Den, recommended by Brendan and Toni. I can hear the buzzing noise of the action taking place in the back room. I am actually starting to feel a touch sick.
“ I’m going off the idea,” I mumble.
“ No you’re not. I’ll hold your hand for you. You’ll be fine.”
“ Where are you thinking of having yours?” I really haven’t a clue about what I want.
“ Well I have an idea... We should both have them across the hip, on opposite sides so that they touch when we face each other. Alex to Alex.” Oh boy is he scoring high on my sexy and romantic scale.
“ You have a really sweet side, don’t you?”
“ Oh yeah, I can put Prince William to shame when I get going.”
Five minutes later the previous customer has paid and left and I’m up first. I’m ready for my torture. I’ve chosen a black rose with a sizeable “Alex” woven around and across the stem. I grit my teeth and hold Alex’s hand nice and tight. After a while I realise it’s not that bad. I can actually stop gritting my teeth and just wince every now and then. It doesn’t take that long and it’s done. I look at it admiringly in the mirror. It’s rather pretty. My skin is very tender, pink, and raised but apparently that goes down quite fast.
Alex is up and ready for his, and having exactly the same one.
“ Don’t you want a snake or a skull or something more masculine?” I’m surprised he wants a flower.
“ No, I like yours.” We have a quick kiss before he hops up on the bench. I stand and watch hypnotised by the tattooist at work.
I must confess I love his girly tattoo. It looks even better on his lean, muscled hip than it does on my curvier female one. It’s all I can do not to kiss it.
Once we are done, we go off for lunch together nearby, for a large salad, which we share. We sit munching away enthusiastically as Alex lays out his plans for the next day.
“
“ We can ask Alex ‘round for dinner one evening if you like,” Brendan suggests. “He’s been here before.” Toni elbows him. I guess that means he wasn’t alone. Strangely, the thought of that actually bothers me, which is ridiculous, considering.
“ If you like. I’m happy one way or the other. Next weekend maybe.”
“ Guess what? They’re both getting tattoos done tomorrow, Bren,” Toni announces smirking at me.
Brendan has two on his arms that I can see already, one peeking out of his sleeve and one up his inner forearm. They’re not too bad as far as tattoos go.
“Oh yeah?” He lifts the back of his T-shirt up and turns to flash his large eagle tattoo at me.”
“ Very nice,” I say unenthusiastically.
“ What are you having done?”
“ Our names. Both of us are.”
“ That’s cool.”
“ It’ll probably be somewhere very well hidden so don’t ask me to show you, okay?”
“ What’s the point of that? Toni has hers tucked away on her ass. Show it off, I say!”
“ I’m a bit nervous. Does it hurt?”
“ Only to start with. You get used to it after a while. The pain receptors numb out eventually.”
“ Lovely. Maybe I’ll have a teeny tiny one then.” We all have a laugh at that. I’m rather a wimp as far as pain goes.
Alex picks me up at 10am as planned. I run out to the car and hop in and gasp in lust as I see his closely cropped hair. I rub my hands all over the fine silky surface of his head in a frenzy.
“Like it?”
“ I love it. It’s gorgeous...” I rub some more and drop a hot kiss on his cheek.
“ I finally got around to it after coming back from leave. Major O’Connell had a few choice words with me in the mess yesterday.” We both have a quick laugh about Alex being ticked off by his superior about his one inch long hair.
After our hot hello we set off for our spot of painful tattooing. I’m really nervous once we’re inside The Tat Den, recommended by Brendan and Toni. I can hear the buzzing noise of the action taking place in the back room. I am actually starting to feel a touch sick.
“ I’m going off the idea,” I mumble.
“ No you’re not. I’ll hold your hand for you. You’ll be fine.”
“ Where are you thinking of having yours?” I really haven’t a clue about what I want.
“ Well I have an idea... We should both have them across the hip, on opposite sides so that they touch when we face each other. Alex to Alex.” Oh boy is he scoring high on my sexy and romantic scale.
“ You have a really sweet side, don’t you?”
“ Oh yeah, I can put Prince William to shame when I get going.”
Five minutes later the previous customer has paid and left and I’m up first. I’m ready for my torture. I’ve chosen a black rose with a sizeable “Alex” woven around and across the stem. I grit my teeth and hold Alex’s hand nice and tight. After a while I realise it’s not that bad. I can actually stop gritting my teeth and just wince every now and then. It doesn’t take that long and it’s done. I look at it admiringly in the mirror. It’s rather pretty. My skin is very tender, pink, and raised but apparently that goes down quite fast.
Alex is up and ready for his, and having exactly the same one.
“ Don’t you want a snake or a skull or something more masculine?” I’m surprised he wants a flower.
“ No, I like yours.” We have a quick kiss before he hops up on the bench. I stand and watch hypnotised by the tattooist at work.
I must confess I love his girly tattoo. It looks even better on his lean, muscled hip than it does on my curvier female one. It’s all I can do not to kiss it.
Once we are done, we go off for lunch together nearby, for a large salad, which we share. We sit munching away enthusiastically as Alex lays out his plans for the next day.
“
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