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.
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