I was laying on the bench, my shirt hiked up around my ribs, my back sticking uncomfortably to the pleather of the bench. The death grip I had on Noah's hand was making him wince and try to make me let go. I glance over at the blonde girl covered in tattoos. She's rummaging around the metal try, unwrapping the small silver barbell, uncapping it and then going about opening the needle from it's packaging. I gulp, jerking my head to look at Noah.

"I'm terrified of needles," I say, squeezing his hand even harder. He frowns, brushing his thumb on the back of my hand.

"Why didn't you say anything, babe? You don't have to get it done, y'know," he replies, reaching for my shirt to tug it back down. I smack his hand away.

"I didn't know until now, asshole!" I hiss, resting my head on the bench again. I close my eyes and count to ten, trying to calm myself. I hear Noah snort and my nose twitches in irritation. "I'm doing this for you, idiot." I open my eyes to glare at him.

He just grins, using his free hand to flick gently at his left nipple. His white wife beater is tucked into his back pocket because apparently the chafing from the shirt is "like fucking sandpaper on my nipple, dude".

"It'll look hot," he says, smirking at me. "I'll even use my tongue on it and everything."

The blonde looks up, eyes wide. "Noah!" I hiss, smacking his bare chest.

The blonde grins and I squint at her mouth. A silver hoop is dangling from her upper gum line. I don't get it, and I don't want to.

"I've heard worse, so it's no big. These lesbians came in last week and the blonde chick got her clit pierced. The other chick was saying slutty stuff in Spanish." Noah pulls a face, eyes going wide.

"Dude, Brit's got her clit pierced?" he exclaims, grinning. I smack him again.

"Noah! That's so gross." The blonde rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She picks up a bottle of lube and squirts a bit into a blob beside the needle. She grabs the clamps from the tray and clamps them onto the skin of my belly button. She checks it quickly, lining it up with the marks from the felt tip marker and picks up the needle.

"This might hurt a bit."

I pull in a breath and hold it, eyes closed, clenching Noah's hand. I feel the cold tip of the needle press against my skin, and then a lot of pressure.

"Oh, Gaga," I whimper, my back arching as I hiss. I feel the needle push through the other side of my skin and gasp. The pressure's gone and it's feels more invasive than anything else. My eyes are still closed, but I can feel the clamps being pulled off, the needle being pulled from my navel and the barbell pushed through. I breathe a sigh of relief as she caps the bar, and grabs a moist toilette, cleaning around the bar. I glance down, grinning as I admire the silver bar through the rim of my navel. Noah brushes my bangs from my forehead and presses a kiss to my cheek. I just grin.