Disclaimer: SM owns. All I do is play with them. I do own some organic chemistry books that need my attention at the moment.
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Ink
Broke my shoe, tripped and fell on you
But you didn't know I planned it out
I said I'd go, cause I won't see you later
And we're not allowed to figure it out
Nothing here to see
Just a kid like me
Trying to cut some teeth
Trying to figure it out
Nothing better to do
When I'm stuck on you
I'm still in here trying to figure it out
- Royal Blood.
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She's working on those sweet pea plants, all over again. The persistence makes me frown. I can't stop the smile that follows as I see the white border of her shirt that has turned very grey, ride up exposing the silver of her back, as she bends forward to pluck something out or maybe tuck something in the very damp soil of our garden. There's a bit of ink visible from under that shirt, that flower, my symbol, marking her body. Its red, a complete contrast to the pale skin of her back. It makes me want to walk upto her, bend down and kiss that very ink, it makes me feel like I own her, it makes me feel amazing to say that she is mine.
I grin and duck my head behind the automobile manual I'm reading, as I see her turn around and look up towards me. I know she could feel my stare because yes, we do effect each other in ways unimaginable.
It wasn't any different the first time we met. It was one of those dull mornings, skies overcast with grey clouds that had sharp, blurred rays of sun cutting through them, trees still wet from the rains last night and practically every bit of nature radiating melancholy. I was working in the garage, twisting and turning under a large old truck that seemed beyond repair.
"Who is the bloody owner of this goddamn junk?", frustrated I had practically shouted at Seth.
"Bella Swan"
"The Chiefs daughter? The next time she brings this waste in here, lead her to the junk store down the road"
"Wouldn't you rather show me the way?"
That voice had made me snap towards the gate and that is when I had seen her. She was beautiful, radiant, like sun which was absent on that bleary morning. Her blue sundress flowed like a waterfall in the wind. She felt surreal, her brown hair thrown in waves, cascading down her tiny back and those curves, Jesus, they would be the death of me.
It was an immediate attraction, a strong connection. I had almost come to the conclusion that she was partially blind, given she had agreed to have dinner with me considering I had asked her, covered from head to toe in soot, a screwdriver in my hand.
And the rest is history.
She stands up, brushing the dust and brown of the soil off her pale blue shorts, making me come spiralling back to the present.
She's beautiful as she makes her way towards me, defying my patience by sashaying her hips, her creamy legs exposed, her short and barely there boy shorts covering bits, leaving a little to imagination.
"See something you like baby?"
"No. Its someone I love"
She gives me the most radiant smile and settles down on my lap. As she bends to kiss me, I trace the rose inked on her back and tell her that I love her.
"I love you, Bella"
She simply stares at me, as if gazing right into my soul which she is. I have bared myself to her, exposed myself, made her my everything. Then, in between those soft kisses, she says it back
"I love you too, Rosalie"
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Not many words. Just some imagination. Its been running wild lately.
Leave me your thoughts.