A/N: After seeing Cassie in the hospital, and her parents chasing Peep off- he never saw her again. In this chapter, they are mid way through the Come Over When Your Sober tour, back at their apartment in London for a four day break.
Peep was right. For three months, everything disappeared and October was ending. Just a week and a half before Peep's birthday.
"Fuck, it hurts"
Peep was burning a cigarette into stomach as we laid on the bed, the shades drawn and our clothes off. He laughed, inhaling the smoke and blew it out, then pressed it into my skin again. I squill from the pain, and he covers my mouth with his hand.
Then he licked the cigarette burns, moving his tongue all the way up my body and kissed by lips. He pulled away, inhaling the cigarette again and blew the smoke into my face. He tapped the stick and out came the used up flakes of ash falling to the skin above my breast. He wink and licked it up.
"I'm so damn glad your eyebrows are back" I say, running my fingers over the little hairs. He turned the cigarette to my lips and had me inhale the smoke, I blew it into his face- creating a white fog between us.
"We should go gets some food, I'm fucking starving" he says, getting up- pulling on his clothes. I did the same.
-- We sat in the café in utter silence, facing each other and waited for our order to come up. Peep turned his head to the window, watching people go by.
I lay my head on the table, closing my eyes. Then I felt him take a piece of my hair, doing something with it.
The service bell went off, "#36!"
Peep got up, going for our food- I sit up and feel a braid at the back of head and smile.
"Come on Pigeon" he says, and we go back to the apartment- standing at the counter eating. I hold a bacon up to his mouth and have him take a bite, "It's good HUH?"
He nodded his head, "Try this one" he holds up his sandwich up to my mouth and I bite, taking in a spicy taste. I nodded my head taking a moment to appreciate that café, since early July we've been going there when we can- buying random foods of their menu- the manager is very familiar with us now. You could say we were "valued customers", Peep even had a paper clip of coupons- I thought it was cute. Plus++++ the charities he donates to when he's asked at the cashier.
"You got your stuffed packed?" He asked, because our four day break has come to a close. I nodded my head, "You didn't have to buy me a new lenses"
Referring to the red gift bag that had black tissue paper coming from the top- inside I found a Canon EF- 70 (which I'm guessing costs somewhere around $600)
"I just you would like it" he says, rolling up the trash and tossed it. I grab his hand and pull him in for a kiss- then pulled away, "Thank you"
He nodded his head and kissed me again, lifting me onto the counter- caressing my thighs, "Let's get fucked up and get tatted"
"Lets go" I whisper, pecking his lips. We went back into the room, that had all our pictures thumb tacked to the wall. All the nights we had together- surrounding us, some too inappropriate to be displayed but we showed it off, anyway. Proving to those that took a glimpse into our room, knew how passionate we were about each other.
Peep went into the closet, took a few xans out the bottle and handed me two as he took four. After it went down are system, I pulled him onto the bed and laid with him- looking to the ceiling till it became stars.
I don't know how long we laid there, but from the window it was becoming darker and darker, "Lets go find a tattoo shop" I say getting up and he followed.
Down the street we went, waving for a taxi to stop- one eventually did and we got in. "Take us to the nearest...." I forgot where we were going for a second, "Tattoo parlor"
The taxi turned and turned, stopped and turned. Finally after what seemed like forever, it came to a stop and Peep pulled out the crumbled money he had in his pocket- handing it the cab driver.
"Sir, you over paid"
Peep slurred, "You keep it, I love you"
Wish he could say that to me.
We went inside, looked around- spoke with the tattoo artist for a moment and next you know... Peep sat in a chair with his hand out, getting who knows what and I laid in an angled chair, holding Peep's other hand, as they worked on getting what we wanted inked into our skin.
Mine was more painful and took longer to make because I asked for the upside down rose Peep would always draw between between my breast. When Peep's tattoo was done, he showed me a little rose on his ring finger, identical to mine.
"I love it" I say, taking the hand and kissed the freshly made tattoo.
"Hold still" said the lady.
The following day, I uploaded a picture to My Day (which I haven't done for awhile now)
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