"Is this going to hurt?" Jovi asked apprehensively, undoing the knot in the back of her white t-shirt and stretching it up over her shoulders so that it just hung around her neck, exposing her neon pink bra.

"It wouldn't if we had ice…" Cliff noted, bending a safety pin so that the point stuck out and holding it over an ignited match.

"But we don't have any ice." Jovi's voice sounded a little higher in pitch than usual. "What are we going to do?"

Cliff thought for a moment, sucking the corner of his sleeve and wiping it across her naval. "Distract yourself, think of something nice." He instructed her, "Just whatever you do, don't think about the red hot burning safety pin that I'm going to be pushing through your skin."

Jovi's eyes widened in fear.

"Ready?"

Jovi gave a small nod, squeezed her eyes shut and pushed her stomach out towards Cliff. "Do it. Quick!" she told him through gritted teeth.

"Okay, one, two-"

"Wait!" Jovi retracted her stomach and backed away from her friend. "I'm not ready yet." She took a gasping breath and exhaled slowly. Cliff made an exasperated face and put an arm around the small of her back.

"Don't do that! I could have ended up piercing your elbow." He stressed. "Now stand still while I burn the pin again." He rolled his eyes and ignited another match.

Holding Jovi firmly in place this time he took the pin towards her stomach.

"One, two, three-"

"Cliff Richard!" Aretha's stern voice made the two friends jump. Jovi opened her eyes in shock and Cliff span around to face the angry woman.

"What on earth are you two doing?"

Jovi beamed, "Cliff's piercing my belly button for me." It seemed that this news didn't please Aretha.

"Cliff WHAT?"

Cliff grinned sheepishly, "I sterilised the safety pin and everything Aretha, honest."

Shooting him a death glare Aretha snatched Jovi up by the hand and began to drag her away. "In future Cliff, I'd appreciate it if you refrained from stabbing holes into my girlfriend with a red hot safety pin!" she fumed. Cliff restrained a giggle.

"Erm, 'ang on." Jovi grumbled, "At least let me put my t-shirt back on before y'make me go and sit in the naughty corner." She made a childish face, putting her left arm into her t-shirt and waving farewell to Cliff as Aretha continued to pull her along by her right hand.

When they were out sight, Aretha stopped, turning to face Jovi.

"What's your fucking problem?" Jovi huffed, finally getting the chance to replace her t-shirt properly, though the material was so transparent that it still showed most of her bra.

"I do not want my girlfriend getting massacred by some drunken idiot with a safety pin and a lighter."

Jovi raised a pencilled eyebrow and grinned. "That's twice you've said that now."

"What, safety pin?" Aretha looked confused.

"No…" Jovi blushed and lowered her voice, "Girlfriend…"

It was Aretha's turn to blush now, "Oh shit-" she bit her bottom lip and stared down at her shoes, "Sorry I just assumed…"

Jovi grinned, "I just assumed you were only interested in sleeping with me, but this girlfriend thing sounds well…" she wiped across her stomach where Cliff had left his saliva. "Fun."

"So you do want to be my…" Aretha clasped her palm to her head, "God I feel like a teenager."

"You're feeling a teenager." Jovi corrected her, receiving a swift swipe from the back of Aretha's hand to the side of her head.

"Shut up. I was just having a soppy moment and asking you if you were happy to be my girlfriend."

Jovi shrugged casually, "I guess…" she considered the offer for a moment with a toothy grin, "Only if you let Cliff give me a tattoo though."