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AN: The first in my random pairings fic collection is a Brady/OFC fic. It was written for a Brady writing challenge and was meant to address two things. The first, most OFC's are either white or Quiluette when it comes to Twilight fanfiction, I wanted to go in another ethnic direction with my OFC, here's hoping you like it. The second was... hey... not everyone is into vanilla sex, and some people don't know they're into kink until someone else rocks their world with it. Enjoy.
A Bird in the Hand is Worth Two in the Bush
Brady/OFC – M Rated
The very first time Brady saw Inky Al Farid, he and everyone except Leah and Sam were on their way back from going to their first Mariners game in Seattle. They had just gotten into Forks, and surprise, surprise... they were hungry. They pulled into a Denny's parking lot that joined up to a ratty motel's parking area. As they were walking in, a pissed off looking Arabic woman with an asymmetrical black bob that had blue streaks dyed into it was walking out.
"Fuck you asshole! I'm an American! I was born here and so were my parents!"
She was striding angrily out the door of the diner and flipped off someone behind her. Then she almost ran straight into Brady's chest. He looked down at her as though to apologize. Then she looked him up and down and actually licked her lips.
"Well you are just sex on a plate, aren't you?"
Brady wasn't quite sure what to say to that, he'd been eyefucked before, and he was no blushing virgin. However, no woman had ever been so verbally honest that she was doing it until this one. He took a closer look at her, she was not your typical female. Her left ear was pierced with silver hoops all the way around it and she was wearing a silver necklace with some sort of Arabic writing on it. She was slender but not too tall. She was also older than him and looking at him with a sort of confidence that very few females his age had. Brady was finding that he liked it.
He didn't get much chance to do more than realize that he liked it before she was walking away towards the ratty motel. As she went she looked back at him over her shoulder. "See you later Sexy!"
Then she walked into one of the rooms on the ground floor and was gone. Brady sort of stood there for a second and then continued walking toward the door to Denny's. His friends laughing and saying things like "Go Brady!" as they walked with him. All through dinner, he found himself looking out the window to the door that she had gone into, hoping that she would come back outside, but she never did. As the pack got back into the two cars they had taken to Seattle, he shrugged and figured that he'd never see her again. He was wrong.
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The second time Brady saw Inky Al Farid, it was in the local automotive parts shop in Forks. She was looking at some timing belts in aisle four and he decided to walk over to her. When he got close, she looked up and grinned at him.
"Hey Sexy... didn't think I'd be seeing you again." Her tone of voice was extremely playful.
Brady huffed and smiled back at her. "I guess we're just lucky then. My name's Brady Fuller, you?"
The woman held out her hand, shaking Brady's. She had a decent grip, not that floppy, 'Oh I'm sorry, my hand just slobbered all over you!' handshake that some women tended to do, but not too firm, not like she was trying to prove anything to him. Brady liked that.
"I'm Inky Al Farid." Without even missing a beat she explained. "Before you ask, yes it's a nickname. I used to draw a lot when I was a kid and the ends of my fingers always had pen and ink stains on them, so my parents just started calling me Inky. It stuck."
Brady leaned into the wall next to her. "I like it. It's cute."
Once again she checked him out. "I'm thinking you know all about that which is cute."
For whatever reason, Brady was enjoying the attention. However Inky did it, she managed to keep the eyefucking on just the correct side of not sleazy so that he didn't feel like meat. Instead he felt like the center of someone's very sexual attention and both he and his wolf sort of mentally preened a bit. It was nice.
The two of them talked while making their purchases and he walked her out to her car. Or rather her Shitbox as she called it, and what a shitbox it was. The thing looked like it broke several laws of physics just staying in one piece in the parking lot. Brady seriously thought about leaning on it, just to see if it crumbled into dust. Suddenly her staying in the worst motel in Forks while she looked for a job didn't seem so odd. Not if she was driving this death trap.
It wasn't till she drove away that he realized that he had forgotten to ask for her number. Berating himself for his own stupidity, he figured that he had been given a second chance and that was that. Turning to his truck, Brady got in and once again figured he'd never see her again. Once again he was wrong.
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The third time Brady saw Inky Al Farid, she helped him win 300 bucks in a pool game and Collin swore that if Brady wasn't going to "Tap that, than I will!". He was hanging out with Embry, Quil, Jake and Collin. There was no bar on La Push and they all had decided that they wanted a few drinks and maybe play a game of pool or darts. It was pure coincidence that Jake picked the bar near the motel that Inky had been staying at. It had been two weeks and Brady hadn't seen her. He figured that she had blown out of town as quickly as she had blown into it. His track record for being right was hitting an all time low.
Inky walked into the bar with the air of someone who is used to having people get in her face... and knows how to respond. With an attitude. At first she didn't see him, so he just watched her move as she went to the bar and gave the bartender the money for one of the pool tables and then she turned around. When she saw him, she smiled wide and came over.
"Hey Brady, nice to see you."
Brady nodded at her. "I thought you had left town when I didn't see you again."
"Nah." she replied. "I found a job as a short order cook over at the diner near where the loggers catch the ferry upriver."
Brady knew the place and made a note to go there while she was working. He liked the idea of the loggers knowing that at least one of the locals knew her, that she wasn't totally open game. Then he wondered why he even gave a shit, it was only the third time he'd met her. He shook it off and introduced her to Jake, Embry, Quil and Collin. She was friendly and joked with all of them, but Brady noticed something, she only eyefucked him. When standing next to an alpha and another wolf that outranks you by a lot and a sexy woman chooses to eyefuck you exclusively, it does wonders for the ego.
Everything seemed to be going along just fine till Brady got up to get him and Inky a pool table.
"Hey chief!"
Brady hated being called that. It went right under his skin and stayed there, right next to all the comments from stupid people who would ask him what his 'totem animal' was. He turned and looked at the man who had said it and the guy looked like he shopped at Stereotypes R' Us. He couldn't have looked more like a redneck if he had gone out and tried. From the trucker hat, to the white wife beater worn underneath a flannel shirt and the grease stained jeans, this guy was a walking advertisement for about 5 bad stereotypes of white people and he seemed to be proud of it too.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I bet you're drunk off your ass." The guy replied.
Brady sighed, yep, the drunk Indian epitaph. What was ironic was that he couldn't even afford to get drunk in a bar. His metabolism worked too fast for him to get that much out of alcohol but the taste.
"I'll bet you're too drunk to beat me and my brother at a game of pool." the redneck continued.
Brady was about to walk around the man when Inky appeared next to him and grinned in a slightly manic way at the guy.
"You're on. How much we playing for?" she asked.
When the other guy said 300 bucks, Brady tried to back out. Not because he was afraid of losing or anything like that. But because if he didn't win... he didn't have enough money on him to cover the bet. But Inky agreed for them both and that's how he found himself in a pool game for $300.00 and his pack treating it like it was Clash of the fucking Titans.
Brady had never played with a woman before, but he had watched other women play in bars, and he had not been impressed. He thought they would lose. He was wrong.
The two of them were like two well oiled cogs in a machine and they blew Redneck and his brother right out of the water. When Inky held out her hand for the cash the brothers put it there with muttered curses and left. She turned to him with that open smile of hers.
"Easy money."
When the two of them got back to the guys, they were congratulated. Brady bought everyone a drink, and got a little hurt when Inky refused to drink hers.
"She's Muslim." Embry whispered to him. "They aren't allowed to drink alcohol."
The rest of the night was fun, he felt at ease, well except for the obvious flirting she did. She still called him 'Sexy' now and then and he found himself liking it. When last call sounded, he walked her out to her car.
"Sorry about the asshole and his comments." Brady was still embarrassed about the guy constantly calling him chief throughout the game.
Inky smiled at him. "Don't worry about it. It's nothing I'm not used to. Do you have any idea how many people have called me a sand nigger in my lifetime? Whatever they give you, you give right back, that's sort of my motto."
This time he remembered to get her number before she drove off and he was most definitely going to call her. He figured that they would probably start off as friends, hang out and then proceed to other things. He was wrong.
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The fourth time Brady saw Inky Al Farid, she completely rocked his world. She also introduced him to a few sexual practices that he'd read about, but never tried. He'd never tried because he was so damn strong, he was afraid he might accidentally hurt someone if he tried the kinkier versions of sex, and Brady could think of no fresher hell than actually hurting a woman during sex.
Inky had called him and after the prerequisite flirting over the phone, she told him that she wanted to see La Push. The locals had told her it was beautiful and now she had someone to show her. Brady agreed and when she showed up with a little backpack on her shoulder, he thought nothing of it. They were hiking through a part of the rez where there was a bit more space between the trees when Brady realized that his 'friends first' plan with Inky was going to need to be amended.
Inky tugged at his hand and when Brady turned to her, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to her and kissed the hell out of him. She never once mentioned how hot his skin was, nor the low, pleased growl he let out when she kissed him. Inky's special talent in life seemed to be rolling with whatever life threw at her.
Her hands fisted in his shirt and her teeth nipped at his lower lip and she wrapped one leg around him, rocking her hips up into the bulge in his pants. Brady's hands found her waist and pulled her harder against him, responding almost immediately to her.
Inky chuckled and then pushed him against the tree, pushed him hard enough that if he had been human his back would have met it much harder than it actually did. Then she crouched down and pulled down his zipper with her teeth. When she looked up at him, right before taking his cock into her mouth, Brady groaned, and when he felt her mouth envelope him, his head leaned back against the tree trunk and the sounds he made were halfway between a growl and a snarl. And good goddamn was she fantastic at that! He felt her cool hands cup his sac and he couldn't help himself, he came hard, a strangled "Fuck!" falling from his lips.
She slid her body up him, somewhere in the process having lost her shirt and bra, and bit at his collar bone, whispering in his ear. "I've been wanting to do that since I met you in the parking lot of that awful Denny's."
She had wanted to suck him off since she met him? Brady decided that G-d did in fact exist and the deity must want him extremely happy. When he cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over the nipples, he felt cool metal on his skin. Looking down he could see that she was pierced, silver nipple rings glinting in the late afternoon sun. Brady had never hardened that fast after cumming in his life, but the sight of her piercings did the trick. Inky smirked at him and quickly toed off her sandals.
"Are you going to look at me, or are you going to get these pants off me?" Her voice once again owning that playful tone he was beginning to associate with her.
Brady had those jeans off in record time, and the sight of her nude before him made his brain cloud a bit. The wolf inside him enjoying the view as well and another pleased rumble floated out from him. He closed the space between them and cupped her mound, running a finger through her folds, sliding through the wetness he found there. She moaned low in her throat and leaned back against the tree she had shoved him against and tilted her hips up at him. He didn't really need much more of an invitation than that.
Soon he was the one doing the crouching and his nose took in the heavy scent of her arousal, his groin tightening even further. He ran his tongue over her clit and the high pitched gasp she made made him pleased, he traced over every inch of her folds, lapped at her and felt utter pride at the way her hips began a gentle rocking motion as she cried out above him. When he slid two fingers into her and applied pressure to the roof of her, her whole body stiffened and she cried out his name as her walls clenched on his fingers, almost like she didn't want them to leave her.
When Inky opened her eyes again, Brady was in front of her, his clothes gone and his large, heated hands running over her skin, soothing her down from the orgasm that had just ripped through her body. When she moved away from him, he made a displeased sound and she merely chuckled again. Then she opened her backpack and pulled out some rope and he could definitely see some other toys. He could swear that an invisible hand just squeezed his cock and it actually twitched he was so turned on.
"Do you know what a switch is Brady?" she asked.
Brady shook his head no.
"It's a BDSM term for someone who is both dominant and submissive, someone who can either top or bottom. So... you get a choice." She slinked back over to him and ran the coil of rope down his chest and over his manhood, making Brady leak a bead of precum. "I can either tie you up, or you can tie me up. Whatever you want."
Brady decided right then and there that he and Inky needed to spend as much time as possible naked and in bed and trying out every single toy she had on each other. He had always figured that if he ever tried any BDSM stuff, he would do the tying, but now, he could honestly say that both ways seemed equally enticing. However, the image of her with her arms tied over her head, with the sun glinting off her skin would just not leave his brain and he took the rope from her.
"This time, I wanna tie you up." He voice was deep and his eyes were hooded.
"Do you know how to tie so that if I pull at the ropes they won't tighten and cut off my circulation?" she asked.
Brady nodded yes and then backed her up to the tree, his wolf practically peering at her though his eyes. In a way, it was playfully hunting her, enjoying this as much as the human side of him did. Then he pulled her hands up and tied them together, after making sure they were tight enough, but not too tight, he then looped the rope over a branch above her head and fastened it so that it made her need to stand on her toes, but she could still support her weight. Inky had told him that there was a knife in her bag if he needed to cut the ropes to let her down and that 'red light' was her safe word. Brady knew what a safe word meant and he nodded and then he nipped at the muscle between her neck and shoulder the next time she attempted to talk.
"I didn't say you could speak yet, did I?"
"No sir." she breathed. Her nipples hardening even further and a surge of wetness rolling down the inside of her thigh.
He could smell that wetness, that arousal and it wrapped around his brain and choked every single last thought he had other than 'Take her!'. His teeth bit along her collar bone and chest, leaving little red marks that he laved with his tongue. He ran himself through her wetness, teasing her until she was tilting her hips at him repeatedly and making pleading noises. High pitched little things that made him impossibly harder.
"What do you say?" he demanded.
"Please..." she breathed.
Brady entered her in one sure stroke, wrapping her legs around her waist, careful to support her weight so that it wasn't being supported by her tied up arms. Then locking his eyes with hers, he began to thrust, setting a deep pace that had her groaning in pleasure at every inward stroke. Her legs tightening their hold on him. His hands gripped her hips harder and he could tell there would be bruises there and for a split second his eyes widened, he didn't want to really hurt her, but she just moaned louder and met his thrusts with her hips. Her head was tilted back and to the side, her neck totally bared and the sight made him even harder inside her. He wanted to bite that flesh, make a mark in it with his teeth, but he had enough presence of mind to realize that that was a bad idea, it was not the time for that. Maybe someday, but not today.
When she began to pant in a somewhat frantic manner, Brady thrust in and tilted his hips so that his pubic bone pressed into her clit on each inward stroke. Her body spasmed almost like she had been tasered. And when she came, it was loud and with a flurry of words that he thought were in Arabic, her walls rhythmically pressing and releasing his length.
He followed her over the edge with a wolfish sound that later he would hope to G-d she hadn't been paying attention to. With three more quick pops of his hips, he finally was still inside of her.
When they both had caught their breaths, he reached up and untied her arms and hands. Then they lay out on the grass, Brady rubbing at Inky's wrists, to make sure that her circulation was good. She smiled up at him and reached into her bag and pulled out a brand new pack of cigarettes, pulled one out and handed it to him.
"You smoke?" He asked.
"Only after really great sex." she replied.
Brady grinned, reached for the cancer stick and lit it, taking a puff and then handing it to her. She did the same.
"So... I hope you realize that you are aren't single anymore." His voice had a certain assurance, he was convinced, this was his woman.
"Hadn't planned to be after today." She sounded equally assured.
Brady chuckled, put the cigarette out on the rock next to him and then pulled Inky into his side and smiled as she pillowed her head on his chest. It had been a damn good day.
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A year later Brady was driving his truck to that rat hole motel Inky lived at. He had gotten permission from Jake, he could tell Inky, if he really wanted to. And Brady really wanted to, somehow he could tell that she was it for him, that he wasn't going to imprint, that this was where life was leading him. He was going to ask her to move in with him and if she said yes, he was going to tell her the truth, about him, the pack, the Cullens, all of it. He had a feeling she was going to say yes.
He was right.