Friday, April 13, 2012

Chapter 13

Hot Bubblegum by SoapyMayhem

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Chapter 13
*\o\Edward Masen Cullen/o/*

"How you doin' there, Darlin?" I asked when I noticed that she was starting to tense up a bit the closer I got to her shoulder blade. The girl didn't have a lot of meat on her bones, so I could tell she was really getting a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm okay." Her voice was quiet, words spoken through gritted teeth.

"We should take a quick break now that I'm about halfway through with the outline." She looked a little torn, like she probably just wanted to get it over with, but then nodded in agreement. I didn't want her to feel like she'd be judged for succumbing to the pain - even I needed occasional breaks during a session.

Once I gingerly wiped away the drops of ink and blood from her tender skin, I reached to help her up, turning my head so she didn't think I was trying to sneak a peek at her goodies. "Here you go," I said, handing her a cool towel to wipe away the sweat that had collected on her brow.

"Thanks," she replied quietly. From the corner of my eye, I saw her reach for her shirt, so she could cover her front. A modest porn star - who would have thought?

Though maybe she wasn't in porn films - I still wasn't sure. The fact that she even covered herself had me mentally placing a check mark in the "not a porn star" column.

After a moment of stretching, she flinched slightly from the soreness of her skin. "I never thought it would be so intense," she explained when I raised my brow in concern.

"Is the pain too much?" I wondered if she was considering backing out now because she couldn't handle it. She didn't seem the type to leave anything unfinished - especially something she seemed to care so deeply about.

"Don't get me wrong - it hurts like a bitch, but I just meant like… I don't know… emotionally intense." She looked a little embarrassed by her admission, but she didn't need to be. I knew exactly what she meant. If a piece was important to you, it wasn't uncommon to feel a little crazy as it's being permanently etched on your body, becoming part of you - who you are.

"Maybe the adrenaline is fucking with my emotions or something," she added flippantly.

"I know what you mean," I told her, smiling in understanding. "When it's something as important to you as this is, it's common to get emotional during the session."

At my words, she turned and was looking directly at me, her eyes smoldering and dark - making her look a bit more mature than eighteen. Her eyes held passion and curiosity, and though she was a bit jaded, it was obvious she was full of life… and completely and utterly fuckable.

"Ready to get started again?" I asked her, clearing my throat after to ward off the lusty, rasping tone that had my voice sounding a little like Christian Bale's in The Dark Knight.

She began biting her lip in what I assumed was a nervous gesture. "I'm ready," she said finally, giving me a small smile, and yet again I'd been struck by how pretty she was.

Okay - it's decided. I'm totally making a move on her tonight.


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