Hiya my lovely readers. I have had this idea running amok in my head for a while now and it wasn't until recently that I've had an attack of the plot bunnies and was able to get this down on paper. I hope you enjoy my take on an alternative Tattward and Inkella love story. It's a little to no angst love story of two people that come together over a shared love of good music, tattoos, baked goods and vintage muscle cars.

Enjoy!

BPOV.

I sped down the highway in my sleek little back VW Bug convertible. The sun was on my back and the wind was in my hair, or at least the part of it not covered by a headscarf. The radio was blaring out music while I belted out songs along with it. I sang out of tune as my hands beat out the rhythm on the steering wheel. I didn't care. The road was deserted so no one could hear or see me. The only one who could pass judgement on me was curled up fast asleep in the passenger seat. My little black and white french bulldog, Milo. He is my life and joy, aside from my job. He's also my biggest critic. Especially towards men.

I had to go on a pity date with a guy called Mike after Milo bit him on the ankle. Thankfully he didn't break the skin and Mike wouldn't press charges if I agreed to the date. By the end of the evening I wanted to bite him and not in a good way either.

The only time he was wrong was with Embry, but let's not dwell on that. Life is good. I'm good and a fresh start we shall make. As I neared the city limits I turned the music down a tad and took to humming along instead of singing. Wouldn't want to offend someone with my awful voice now. The streets became busy and more vehicles appeared on the road. The little town was bustling with life. I turned left and took the coastal road. The sea air always invigorated the senses. Milo had woken up and his little black nose was twitching out the window. His tongue lolled out as he tasted the salty breeze, occasionally yapping at seagulls as they swooped overhead.

It wasn't long before I pulled up at the first stop on the way to my final destination. My car companion was instantly excited, bouncing in his seat, tail wagging a-mile-a-minute. I stepped out of my car and Milo bounded over to my seat and promptly sat down. My clever little boy knew what was coming next. I gave him a quick scratch under the chin and a kiss on his nose. "Milo. Guard." I commanded. At once my lovable pup calmed down and his lip was curled back in a snarl, ready to have a go at anyone who came too close to my car. I smoothed down my dress, pulled off my head scarf and grabbed my purse. Leaving Milo on guard, I strode off towards the building.

The front lobby was empty save for a vast fish tank with three dead goldfish in it. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the side of the lot. Here is where all the life was. Fancy kitted out cars were up on jacks, tires in all sizes and colours were stacked against one wall while power tools adorned the other. At the back of the garage was a small office and a work bench where two men stood hunched over some paperwork. Both are pretty muscular, although the shorter of the two could of been the poster boy for steroid use. The leaner one ran a hand through his slicked back hair and I couldn't help but lick my lips at the ink that covered his skin. I bit my lip as heat pooled deep in my belly. That's an image to be locked away in the spank bank for later.

I put my hands on my hips and cleared my throat, finally getting the attention of the two fine specimens in front of me.

EPOV.

Damn Emmett and his useless accounting skills. The books were a mess and if Rose ever caught a glimpse of them our testicles would be her new hood ornaments. I ran my hand through my hair in agitation for what felt like the hundredth time. The loud sound of a throat clearing behind us caught our attention.

I turned around and instantly I was hard. A vision of beauty stood in the gap made by the raised garage doors. She had deep red hair, almost the same colour as blood, in one of those fancy up-do's that Rosalie favours and a tight ass dress that accentuated all the right places. She could put every last one of those Sailor Jerry pin-ups to shame. I couldn't see her eyes as they were obscured by a large pair of retro framed sunglasses. And those fuck me heels, I was suprised she could walk in them. I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open, but right now, I didn't care.

"I'm here to see a woman about a welder." Oh that voice and those lips, what I could do with those lips.

I was suddenly bought out of my fantasies by a high pitched squealing. I blinked and had to rub my eyes at what I saw. Rosalie had vaulted herself out from underneath a car she was working on and ran squealing at the beauty in the doorway, before flinging herself into the woman's arms.

I rubbed my eyes again.

Now they were bouncing on their toes and waving their hands wildly, talking about what I can only assume women talk about.

A painful slap to the abs had me almost doubled over winded. "What the fuck, Emmett?" I growled at my best friend. Here merely grinned and motioned towards the women making their way over to us. Okay Cullen, play it cool. I gave myself a mental pep talk. She's hot yes, but you've been around hot women before. Dear lord, please don't let Emmett embarrass me. Rose and the mystery woman stopped in front of us and I think I stopped breathing. Up close the red head was a thousand times more stunning than I first thought. Ink dotted her skin in brilliant designs and her lips were coated in red.

"Guys, I'd like you to meet the best of best friends, Bella Swan." Rosalie beamed. She fucking beamed! The only looks I have ever seen cross Rosie's face is irritation and lust, especially when she's at a vintage car show. "Bella, this is my Emmett and Edward, my buisness partner." Rose finished the introductions. "Fellas we're going to close early today. Bella has arrived a whole week before she was meant to, so we need to sort out our spare room Em." She took a hold of Emmett's bicep and lead him through to the office, leaving myself and Bella alone.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing but a high pitched squeak came out. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Where did you originate from Bella?"

Bella cocked her head to the side and bit on her plump ruby red bottom lip. "I guess you could say I originated in my mothers uterus, but if you want to be really scientific, I guess you could say I started off in one of my fathers testicles." She dead panned.

My mouth hung open as loud laughter emanated from the office doorway. I glared at my two friends as I realised what I had said. I quickly began to back track. "No - I - I didn't mean - I..."

"Don't sweat it Eddie, I'm just fucking with ya." Normally I hate being called 'Eddie', but on Bella's lips I didn't mind so much. "I'm from Seattle originally, actually more of a little podunk town sort of south west from there. Forks." She grimaced at the name. "I don't suppose you've heard of it. Not a lot of people have."

"Forks? No fucking way! I grew up a little in Forks. Moved to Chicago when I was about ten. My father was the dean of medicine at Forks Hospital."

"Then he probably knew my father, Charlie Swan. He's the chief of police." Rosalie and Emmett stood there with their mouths agape. Probably not expecting us to have something in common.

"Did you go to Forks elementary?"

"Yes, Mrs Clearwater's class. You?"

"Same here. I don't remember you. How old are you?"

"You're asking a woman her age? Did your mother not teach you any manners?" She smirked. I felt my face grow hot as she got me flustered again.

"Well yes. I didn't mean - I'm sorry."

Bella giggled, "relax Eddie. You're so highly strung. Does he not understand humour?" She directed her question at the two in the doorway.

Rosalie smirked while Emmett guffawed loudly. "Oh Bells, there is a lot our Edward doesn't understand. Come on, let's go. I want to show you my home." Rose extracted herself from Emmett's embrace and took Bella by the hand, leading her out of the auto-shop.

"Dude your face. For one minute there I thought you'd explode. Bella, she sure is something alright. If I didn't have my Rosie I'd totally make a pass at her. Wow." He whistled through his teeth and clapped me on the back, making me stumble forward.

Ass.

I grabbed the account books and locked up the office, before switching everything off for the day and closing up shop. I was walking to my car when a frantic yapping and snarling caught my attention. I glanced over and saw my big oaf of a friend cowering away from a VW Bug convertible. I jogged over but stopped when Bella and Rosalie burst out in fits of laughter.

"Emmett, I told you not to go near my car." Bella strode over and plucked a little dog from the vehicle. "Calm Milo." The dog instantly relaxed and licked Bella's face. "Good boy. Who's my good boy? Here you go." She pulled a treat from her purse and fed it to the beast before kissing the top of his head.

"That thing is lethal. I almost lost a finger." Emmett whined.

"Oh shush you big baby. He barely touched you." Rose chastised, but kissed the tip of Emmett's finger anyway.

Bella noticed me staring. "Edward, come and say hi to Milo."

"Uhh, I'd rather not Bella. I kind of need my fingers for work and such." I replied, keeping my distance from the mutt relaxing in the beauties arms.

"Oh he won't hurt you. He was just in guard mode. Watch." She bent over and put the little dog on the floor, giving me a great view of her ample cleavage. "Milo, GUARD!" The dog, who had been attempting to sniff his own behind was immediately on his feet, ears pricked up and his lips curled back in a warning snarl. The brute spied Emmett again and picked up where he left off, yapping and snarling, straining against his leash to get to his intended target. "I am the only one he will listen to when he's like this." Bella spoke over Milos tirade, tugging on his harness to make him sit. She crouched down to pet the animal and I had to bite back a moan at the sight of her dress pulled taut around her perfect ass. "Calm Milo." She cooed, patting his head.

"Wow." Emmett, never the one with words, "is he like...some sort of superdog?"

Bella looked at him quizzically. "No." She said slowly. "He's just well trained. Want to feed him his treat?"

"NO!" Emmett yelped, stepping back with his hands up. "I'm not putting my hands anywhere near that dogs mouth."

Rosalie coughed and muttered something that sounded like 'chicken shit'. I barked out a laugh while Emmett feigned hurt. She smirked and pulled the treat from Bella's hand, feeding it to the sappy bundle of fur that was once more in his owners arms. "Who's a good boy?! Who's a good boy!?" She spoke in a ridiculous baby voice, getting the dog all riled up and excited. I didn't see the appeal myself but Milo obviously thought it was great, giving Rose a slobbery lick up the left side of her face which showed a mingle of shock and disgust. She straightened up and stalked over to Emmett, who had been laughing loudly at the whole exchange, lifted his shirt and proceeded to wipe the drool off onto it. The laughter soon stopped.

I shook my head at their antics and turned to go back to my car. "I'll see you guys later." I called over my shoulder. I was just about to get into my 1967 Pontiac GTO when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and Bella was barely a hairs width away from me.

"It was nice to meet you Edward." Jesus my name had never sounded so erotic before, but hearing it falling from her lips nearly done me in. She had removed her sunglasses and her eyes were captivating. Simply enhancing her beauty that much more. The deep chocolate orbs had me ensnared in their grip. I couldn't look away if I wanted to. "Rose and Em are going to have a barbecue tonight. Are you going to come?"

Oh I'm going to cum alright, but I'd like to get out of these clothes before I do or I'm gonna need a change of pants. "Uhm." I squeaked. Squeaked? What the fuck is wrong with me today? I cleared my throat. "Sure. I'll bring the beer." I nodded.

"Brilliant," she beamed, before leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. I felt my eyes close as my world exploded. Her lips, so soft, felt like heaven on my skin. She withdrew and strutted off, swaying her hips as she went.

Yep, I'll take that change of pants now.

So... Was it good? Shall I continue posting it? Let me know what you think people?! Also does anyone have any ideas on what Edwards job could be? Yes he's Rosalie's business partner but that is not his everyday job.

Much love readers

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