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От доооста време готвя този пост… междувременно препрочетох CWAIA няколко пъти докато се опитвах да вадя любими цитати.
Както се казва в началото на фикшъна – това е история за изборът, без реално да имаш такъв…
Ако съчетаете четенето с гледане на Маями Инк гарантирам дълготрайно отсядане в някой AU tattoo shop.
Музиката (и то хубава) също е на лице!

Фикшънът от страхотната Hunterhunting може да намерите тук: http://hunterhunting-hh.blogspot.com

I looked down at my forearm and Alice’s words from earlier in the day came back to me ‘The storm is coming.’
What the hell did she mean and why was I suddenly sure she was right?

I’m sure he would be pissed to hear that word used to describe him, even if it was only in my mind, but it was true. The shock of copper coloured hair, the pale skin that peeked out through the maze of tattoos covering the bare expanse of exposed skin thanks to his short sleeved t-shirt. His sleek, well muscled arms a canvas of ink, his history laid bare for everyone to see. There was a lick of vine or fire or something I wasn’t close enough to inspect that slithered across his neck up to his ear, a place I was just dying to lick.
And then there were the piercings.
The captive bead ring in the eyebrow, the Viperbites that pierced the left side of his bottom lip, the Industrial barbell slanting through the cartilage of the top of his ear, in one side and out the other, not to mention the helix, lobe and tragus rings.
I wonder where else he had piercings on that beautiful body.
*****

Tiger Kitten—as I had affectionately named her in my head seeing as she looked the part of the innocent but was clearly far more capable of taking care of herself than I would have given her credit for…

*****

“Did you have a nice chat with Edward?” Esme’s eyes glinted knowingly, “You know he likes a lot of the same books you do.”

“He seems. . .” I paused, sexually charged, like god’s true gift to all women in the world, like an inhuman creature waiting to turn me into sex crazed lunatic, dangerously exotic like a wild cat, “Interesting.”

******

The blush that had already started to colour her cheeks exploded into a fiery glow as her eyes grew to Disney proportions and she whispered so quietly I had to strain to hear it, “Oh god.”

That’s not his name but I could introduce you formally if you’d like.

I heard him sigh heavily and make a clicking sound with his tongue as he turned around, scanning the room once more, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” he whispered under his breath causing me to shiver….

It was killing me really, the fact that she wanted a tat and she was even going to show me the design tonight before I acted like a total dick, and not just one little isolated incident either.

I wanted to ink her.

Leave my mark on her.

*******

Jazz was a patriotic man so there was a big tattoo of a waving American flag crossed-over with a Rebel flag on his chest. His family crest was tattooed on one arm and his back was a massive dragon in black and white. The other arm was a design created by Alice and in the center of it, along the outside of his bicep from shoulder to forearm was Alice herself.

**********

My hand wrapped around the door handle and I pulled it open slowly, the chime signalling my arrival alerted me to the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to take her by surprise.

She looked up from the book she was poured over, her eyes wide and wary, skittering over my face and then around the store as if she was looking for a way to escape.

Well I was certainly off to a fantastic fucking start.

The frightened Kitten was back.

*********

I could see the Industrial piercing, the colour of the barbell accented by the shirt she was wearing.

I was thankful the weather was unusually warm because Bella was wearing a sapphire blue top with a wide neckline and short sleeves, leaving her collarbone uncovered. I was struck with the urge to run my fingers across the delicate bone, or maybe my nose.

I looked back up at her face and was greeted with that signature blush.

Fuck that was cute.

**********

Her eyes shifted away from my face to my arms. They traced along the exposed tattoos, trying to decipher the pattern, the meaning behind the ink. The way she was looking at my arms made me feel suddenly naked.

And not in a sexual way, seriously.

She was trying to read me though my art.

********

Още много след прекъсването….

And the irony was that my fear of being alone, of having no one, had come to fruition anyway because Karma was a cold-hearted bitch.

*****

Bella nodded and chewed on her lip again so I clenched my fists at my sides so I wouldn’t reach out and pull it free. I was almost worried that she would bite it so hard it would bleed. And then part of me got a little excited at the thought because maybe I could kiss it better.

because I was really hoping she would want me to ink her.

****

“I want that as a full back piece,” Bella said carefully, awaiting my reaction.

“Bella, you don’t even have a little lady bug tattooed on your toe and you expect me to ink your entire back? Don’t you think you should start with something small?”

Really fucking hoping in a very desperate and manic kind of way.

******

“Bella doesn’t work this Sunday,” I blurted out before I thought about what I was saying. Awesome, Masen, why don’t you just tattoo the word STALKER in fucking neon letters across your forehead?

*****

I saw, then, what had gained her attention. A tiny orange and white kitten with oversized feet came padding out tentatively and sniffed at her fingers.

“What are you doing out here, kitty?” She patted the top of its little head gently and scooped it up into her hands.

“It doesn’t even have a tag.” She looked at me with those big Bambi eyes, and I just wanted to groan because here was fucking Tiger Kitten holding what looked like the exact replica of my nickname for her. It was like a fucking poster for the SPCA or some shit.

“She’s polydactyl.”

“Cat’s are not descendents of dinosaurs, Bella,” I snorted at her.

“No, dumbass,” she rolled her eyes, “polydactyl means they have extra toes. This little girl has two extra toes on her front paw—it makes it look like she has thumbs.” She rubbed the top of the kitten’s little toes.

******

I put the slice of lemon between my lips, because, as aforementioned, I am an ass. But it wasn’t my fault that all of the blood flow from my brain had now pooled into the pulsing carbide rod in my pants.

Will she, won’t she?

I could feel the warmth of her breath as she leaned forward uncertainly, her mouth centimetres from mine. She hesitated for a moment before her top lip brushed against mine. I swore I felt the tip of her tongue come out and swipe over my lower lip as her own followed suit as she pulled the lemon slice out of my mouth.

*****

His voice was a symphony, a set of velvet sheets wrapping around me in a soft and sensual caress. I couldn’t help but shiver as my name fell from his perfect lips. I wanted to feel his breath on my skin as he whispered my name, a humid ghost across my throat.

********


He stood at the bottom of the stairs, his back to me and I couldn’t help but appreciate the broad, muscular expanse of his back covered by the thin, tight white shirt he was wearing. I bit my lower lip as I tried to imagine what kind of design he had hidden under the negligible layer of cotton. He raised one well defined, heavily inked arm and ran his fingers through his hair until his hand rested on the back of his neck.

******

“Is that so?” he’s eyes met mine and he raised his eyebrow at me.

Challenging.

Controlling.

“Yes, that’s exactly so,” I shot back at him, realizing exactly how attached Edward was to his cupcakes.

I wanted someone else to know that if I hadn’t been such a coward then I wouldn’t have lost every person I loved in one day.

*******

I wanted to out run the pain.

I wanted to forget everything.

I wanted to take it all back, go back in time and make it everything right.

Накрая ви черпя с любимите кексчета на Едуард, без които CWAIA нямаше да е това коeто е :Р

Thanks to Hunterhunting for creating this whole story, Tattward, Inkella, for making me watch again Miami Ink  <3
The most of the fan art I found in Twitter and Tumblr and I’m sorry I can’t give sources but I really really can’t find them, but the manips are truly amazing!
Thanks to Mirka, who introduce me to the world of Photoshop *mwah*
Надявам се да не забравя някой, но ако е така, то ще се поправя в следващата част от love поста ми за CWAIA (: