I always have to remind myself that smut is okay, and that there's worse stuff out there than what I'm about to write. And besides, birthday sex is basically a law in the united states now

The day so far had been pleasant and full of love. You and Ringo had both dressed to hide love marks that adorned your necks, and no one noticed so far.

It was your idea to have a surprise family party for Ringo, knowing he would never agree to one. And you were nervous for his reaction. He held your shaking hand as he drove to the tea house, looking at you quizzically. He'd ask you if you were okay, and you smiled and said you were.

You led him in, biting your lip and shouted along with everyone who hopped out from under tables or behind curtains. Around twenty people adorned the room.

Ringo looked around, studying the scene, and there was an eerie silence before he smiled tremendously.

"This is bloody incredible," he grinned, even giggling, "i can't believe you crazy people."

He held you on his arm as he one by one greeted the people you invited. It was your first time actually meeting a lot of them.

When you two had a moment alone, he leaned down and stroked your cheek, whispering, "This was your idea, wasn't it?"

You giggled and nodded, giving him a sweet but quick kiss on his lips.

After cake and presents, you stuck around until the last of his relatives left with sweet and loving hugs. He laid his hand on your thigh the car ride home, blushing and grinning like a pageant queen.

"Dear god, that was the best day of me life. And I fuckin hate parties."

You laughed and squeezed his bicep. "I know."

"And I have the best little woman, to top it all off." He looked directly at you after being stopped at a red light. "I love you, I love you, I love you...." He leaned over and tenderly kissed your lips with every word. "I don't think I could ever tell you enough."

Ringo kept his hand securely on your waist at the Abbey Road party, scaring of any man who would even smile in your direction. You just smiled like Mona Lisa and leaned into him, making sure he knew you were his and only his.

"Ey, 'ow about a round for the birthday boy?" Paul laughed and held out a tray of shots.

Everyone got drunk, to some degree. The people who weren't driving home partied and drank and you decided it would be best to find a couch to sleep on, far away from everyone else.

"The lad is leaving his own damn party to get lucky on his special day, huh?" John shouted at Ringo as he tried to sneak away with you. He rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder, back at John.

"Third time today Lennon, what's your count?" He grabbed your bum for dramatic effect, and you gasped softly, excitedly. Ringo leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I hope you didn't mind that baby, I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable o-"

Always such a gentleman.

You cut him off with a rough kiss and pushed him into a recording booth, pulling the door shut behind you. Your hands roamed around his body whilst his fumbled around the dark room to find a couch. When he finally found one, he sat down and pulled you onto his lap.

You slipped off the scarf he was wearing, exposing the affectionately placed bruised on his neck, and planted some new ones over the ones you made last night and this morning.

Ringo groaned softly from the back of his throat and slid his hands up your thighs and under your dress, placing a warm kiss behind your ear.

"Everyone at this stupid place was gawking at ye," he grumbled as your fingers worked at unbuttoning his shirt. "Everyone wants ye."

"Darling, I'm yours." You left feather light kisses down his chest and slipped his shirt off of his shoulders. "I only want you."

"Damn right you do," our words made his mind go wild, and he involuntarily bucked his hips up into yours. "Shit, yer all mine, my little kitten, and we're gonna show all these people, right?"

You moaned and nodded, grazing your fingertips along his hip bones as his went to the little zipper on the back of your dress.

"The only thing these damn people're good for," he groaned, breaking the little zipper. "Making sure they know to keep their hands off of my baby doll." He resorted to tearing the dress off of your body.

"Ringo!" You laughed and pulled the fabric completely off of you, shocked. "What the hell? That's my fa-"

"Oh, shut up," he whispered, smirking softly, caressing your thigh, "I'll bloody buy ya another one."

The room was soon flooded with the sounds of passion; moans and groans and names being shouted. This was still the way making love should be, it wasn't mindless, drunk sex. Lust brought both of you out of your hazes and this time was still just as special as your first, and as special as your next.

He held you tight on the couch afterwards, running his fingers through your hair. You traced the outline of his features, gliding your touch over his nose, the apples of his cheeks, and his lips.

"You're so handsome," you whispered, barely audible over the party that was still going on, "and I love you so, so much."

He leaned down and kissed your lips softly, "I love you too." He laid with you for a few minutes, stroking your leg lovingly and carefully.

"I wanna go home," you said softy, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I actually have a real gift to give you."

"Awe baby, you really didn't have to," he grinned as he helped you get dressed, leaving your torn dress on the floor and letting you wear the shirt he wore.

It was a spectacle really, shirtless Ringo Starr carrying his girl out of Abbey Road. There was sure to be a lot of teasing on Monday.

Back at his apartment, he laid you down on his bed and instructed him to look inside a vase his aunt gave him last year. He did so, and pulled out a ring box.

He looked at you wide eyed and you just giggled, encouraging him to open it. Ringo did, and he laughed. Not mockingly, but happily.

"Y/N, I already pro-"

"No silly!" You giggled, "its just a little thing I found... In case we ever get separated, you'll have it to remind you of me."

He put on the ring, moonstone, and smiled, leaning on the bed and kissing your lips. "I love it... This is the best birthday ever."

"Now come to bed, dammit, I'm tired." You snuggled into the sheets and waited for Ringo to get undressed and lay down. When he did, he scooped you into his arms, and you fell asleep listening to him tell you how much he loved you.