Danny poked his head around the door. "Hey, Montana, you ready?"

She turned around to face him, and he caught his first good look of the burgundy dress she was wearing. "Uh, wow."

She laughed softly. "I'm ready," she told him, then frowned a little. "Why aren't you dressed?"

Still wearing the long sleeved green shirt and leather jacket he had put on that morning, he walked into the room to stand in front of her. "I thought I better give you your present before we left."

He loved the way her eyes lit up at that, and the confusion that crossed her face as he shrugged off the jacket.

"Danny," she said on a giggle, "I don't think we have time for this."

Ignoring her protests, he pulled off his shirt and turned so that she could see his shoulder. There, underneath the tribal tattoo he had gotten years ago in college, was a new word inked into his skin. Montana.

"Oh Danny," she gasped, and then covered her mouth.

He looked down at the new tattoo, still a little red around the edges. The tattoo artist had asked him about it when he had said what he wanted.

"Montana, like the state?"

"Yep," he had replied.

The guy had shrugged. "What you come from there or somethin'?"

"Nah, Montana's my girl's name."

"I know it's kinda bad luck," he told her now. "But even if we don't stay together the way I want us too, I wanted somethin' that would always remind me of you, and how you walked into my life and made me the guy I am today."

He saw the first tear fall from her eyes just before she buried her head in the crook of his shoulder. Sniffing a little himself, though he would never admit it, he wrapped his arms around her.

As far as Danny was concerned, she was in his life the way the tattoo was in his skin- always.

"I love you Montana," he murmured into her ear.

She pulled back and looked up at him. "I love you too," she said, and let out a sound that was caught between a laugh and a sob. "Damn you Danny Messer, you made me mess up my make up. And how is my present meant to measure up to that?"

He grinned. "You could always get a tattoo of the letter D right about, oh," his hand slid down her back, "here." He patted her left butt cheek.

She grinned. "You know I think your tattoo is missing something."

"Oh yeah," he challenged. "And what would that be?"

"I think it should say Property of, right there, above the Montana."

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Just a quick little ditty I dreamed up after watching some LA Ink episodes and thinking about Valentines Day. I hope you all had a great day!