"Derek" I whisper, shaking him gently. "Mhm?" He doesn't open his eyes. "Wake up" I say. He sits up slowly, finally opening his eyes.
"Let's go.. your parents are asleep" I get up. I'm already ready. He groans, getting up. I give him his clothes. He gets ready and I grab our stuff.
"Shh!" I giggle, holding onto him as he knocks things down the stairs. He chuckles, holding my hand. We sneak outside.
We get in his car and he starts driving. "Where are we going baby?" He holds my spare hand as I use the other to look at Google maps on my phone.
I give him the directions and we arrive at a tattoo place. We walk inside hand in hand.
I told derek to take his glasses off and he put his contacts in instead so he looks more intimidating because I'm kinda scared of these places.
We go to the counter. "Um.. can we get tattoos? I- funnily enough.. we actually forgot our IDs but-" I lie. "I don't care.. just go straight through" the woman says. I smile.
We go through and a man tells me to sit down as I'm going first. Me and derek agreed on matching heart tattoos. Mine will me red and his will be black. They're only about the size of a fingertip.
"Where do you want it?" He asks. I pull down the side of my top and point at my collarbone.
"Okay" he moves the machine thing close to me. I hold Derek's hand. I close my eyes as he starts doing it. It hurts less than I thought but also still a lot.
"And.. done" he says after what feels like forever. He passes me a mirror. I smile brightly as I look at it. "Thankyou, I love it" I smile, passing him the mirror back.
I sit in dereks spot and he takes mine. I sort my top out and take Derek's hand. "Where do you want it?" The tattoo guy asks. He doesn't answer.
"Babe if you don't want to get it then-" I say. "No, I do.. I just have no idea where" he says. "Why don't you get it on your wrist? Your parents won't mind, will they?" I ask. "They won't care" he shrugs.
"Right here" he points on the outside part of his wrist. The guy starts tattooing and derek squeezes my hand. I smile, stroking his arm gently with my other hand.
"Derek this hurts more than the tattoo, oh my god" I say. "I'm sorry" he chuckles, letting go of my hand. "Its okay" I entwine our fingers.
"You want yours filled in black?" The guy asks. Derek nods. Mines just a red outline.
"Done" he says. Derek shows me his wrist. I smile. We go to the counter. "How much?" We get out our money. We pay and leave.
We get in the car and its a rough street so he immediately starts driving us back to his house. He parks outside.
I squeal as I look In the mirror at it again. He chuckles. "Do you like it?" I ask. He looks at it.
"Derek?" I ask when he doesn't answer. "I-i think it's sexy" he puts his finger on it, running it down my chest. A smirk appears on his face.
"Don't look at me like that" I say. "Like what?" He grins. "You know exactly what I'm talking about" I say. He chuckles.
"I'm just saying that you look sexy" he says. I giggle. He leans over and kisses me softly. He kisses my tattoo. I undo my seatbelt.
He kisses me passionately. I giggle against his lips, putting my hands on his cheeks, getting up and climbing to the back of the car. He follows after me, climbing ontop of me.
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I'm grabbing onto his arm as I try not to fall whilst walking towards his house. My legs are shaking so bad I can hardly stand.
My phone starts ringing. I pick it up quickly before it wakes anyone inside the house up. "Cristina?" I ask. "Hey, what you doing?" She asks.
"Oh my fucking god" I fall to the floor. "Careful" Derek picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist.
"What just happened?" She asks. "Derek just fucked me senseless in the back of his car and now I can't walk" I say. He rolls his eyes. "Oh" she chuckles. I grin at him.
"Cris I gotta go.. I'll text you?" I ask. "No it's okay, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted to go somewhere but you seem.. busy" she chuckles.
"Where?" I ask. "A party" she says. "Who's?" I ask. "..delucas" she says. "Ew no" I say. "Okay, bye" she chuckles. "Bye" I hang up.
He carries me upstairs carefully to his room, locking the door behind him and making sure not to make too much noise.
He lays me onto his bed. He grabs our pyjamas and we put them on. I'm wearing one of his shirts and he's just in pyjama bottoms again.
He cuddles next to me. "That was fun" I mumble into his chest. "Mhm" he nods. "I love you" he whispers in my ear. I smile, running my hand up to his hair, playing with it. "I love you too" I mumble.
I take his hand in mine, entwining our fingers. I kiss the little black heart on his wrist.
