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A/N Okay so this lesson was about using piercings and tattoos as accessories to enhance the smut. I really struggled with this homework so I hope I did a good job. Many thanks to Helena Hunting for the excellent lesson which can be found on the PTB blog, and the challenging assignment. Please leave me your constructive criticism :)

I wake to orange pink sunrise light. It filters in through my flimsy curtains bathing the room in a hazy warm glow. I'm slumber sleepy soft as I feel love wrapped around me. Edward's arm is draped over my waist. His large hand splayed and pressed tight against my stomach effectively pinning me down. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

I burry further into the soft cover that feels like clouds but smells like last night's bonfire. Or maybe the burnt smell is lingering on our skin? Either way, the memory the smell triggers, and the fact that Edward is still here, lifts my small smile into a Cheshire cate grin. I could lie here forever wrapped in smoke, clouds and love.

I place my hand on top of his and link our fingers. His breath hits the back of my neck tickling the little hairs that have escaped my ponytail while I slept. The warmth of his breath and his skin pressed on mine causes waves of heat to roll over me. The heat from our naked bodies and the early morning sun is starting to make me sweat, but being this close to Edward feels too good to ever contemplate moving.

I wriggle a little trying to find a comfortable position to fall back to sleep in when a rough groan from Edward slicks my pussy instantly. The sound reverberates low in my ear and causes goose bumps to break out even in my heated condition. I roll my hips again, purposely grinding against his morning wood. I giggle when I get another moan from him.

"Careful, baby, it's not nice to tease." His voice is sleep-gravel-rough and the words are meant as a warning, but I can hear the smile in his tone and it lifts my soul.

"Who says I'm teasing."

The words have barely left my mouth when Edward grips my hip and pulls me onto my back before sliding on top of me. My legs are pinned together and under him as Edward's thighs press hard against mine. I'm trapped, just the way he likes me. I can feel him thick and heavy on my stomach and it makes the ache between my thighs so much more.

The smile on my face fades a little as I watch him stare down at me with the most serious look in his eyes. I've never seen this look before. I've watched his beautiful green eyes flash with humour, desire, cockiness and I've seen the fuzzy unfocused way his eyes blur when he's lit, but this seriousness is new. It scares me.

"What is it, Edward?" My voice is tight and breathy and that scares me too.

"This is my favourite look on you, B. You look fresh, untainted by the day, and it's perfection."

I breathe deep and smile wide. This is my favourite Edward, when he isn't showing off or getting high, when he isn't trying to hurt me. He's only himself for me. And it swells my heart. I'm full of love for this boy.

His lips brush against mine, soft and tender. He cradles my face with the gentlest of touches. I'm surrounded by him and if the world ended right now I wouldn't notice. This is my happy place, my sanctuary, my holy ground.

Edward deepens the kiss by tilting my head and licking against my lips. The feel of his wet tongue touching me makes me gasp into his mouth. As his mouth moves against mine I feel him smile at my reaction.

The gentle touch of his palms on my face hardens as one slides into my hair and the other holds my throat. It's always been this way, soft and gentle but quickly turning possessive and rough. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me wet.

Edward grinds his cock into my stomach while nipping at my skin. He moves down my body, stopping to kiss every bruise he left on my neck and tits last night, until he's gazing at the underside of my left breast. Cupping my tits he lifts them a little to get a better view of the black ink forever marking me as his.

"I can't believe you did this, baby." I can barely hear him as he mumbles against my hot flesh.

His lips tickle me with barely there caresses as they trace the words I got just for him. Love always trusts.

I smile, lightly scraping my nails across his scalp as he licks against the words that rest in the same place as his own declaration.

"Well I couldn't let you be the only one of us that scarred their body for life. We have to be equals, Edward, or it won't work." I rub my fingers across the words still surprised at how smooth it feels. No lies. Just love.

He hums against me, it's a non-committal sound but I choose to think of it as his agreement, and then he continues down my body, dropping little kisses as he goes. By the time Edward has my legs spread and open for him every one of my nerves is firing on over drive. The smirk on his wicked mouth lets me know he knows how needy I am.

"All this teasing doesn't do it for me, Edward. You know I need it rough."

The smirk drops from his mouth as I challenge him. His eyes harden just as I'd hoped they would. Quicker than I can register he pulls his hand back and slaps his palm against my bare pussy. My hips buck, my pussy clenches and a low, long moan drips from my open mouth.

His eyes lock with mine as he asks, "Again?"

I bite my lip and nod my head. The sting of his palm radiates out through my whole body, and the way it tingles my skin isn't too far off the way I hurt while I had my body marked for him.

"My naughty girl." He whispers into my thigh.

Stretching his body out to cover mine again I swear I can feel the heat of the promises etched forever over our hearts burn together. I imagine the ink swirling and mixing together like our tongues, like our souls, until you can't tell where one phrase starts and the other ends.

I lift my hips for him as he presses forward for me. The way he moves into me, stretching me as he falls deeper, is pure ecstasy. Nothing can compare to the feeling of Edward filling me. Skin slicked with sweat slides together, our arms and legs tangle, and our lips hover so close as we fall apart.

With our need slated for now we fall back into blissful sleep just as wrapped up in each other as our love is entwined.

When I wake again the sun is sticky-hot-high in the sky and Edward is no longer in bed with me. His lack of presence behind me is just as heavy as his sleeping body would have been. Rolling over to shield my eyes from the glaring sun I lift my lids in time to see Edward donning his t-shirt from last night. As the black material covers his tattoo I feel the sadness and apprehension that I've become used to settle in my heart.

"You're leaving?" There's a wobble in my voice and it makes me feel pathetic.

Edward doesn't even turn to face me as he answers, "Yeah Jay called and I have to go see him for a few hours. I'll be back later, baby."

His shoulders are squared and stiff as he shoves his belongings into his pockets. Running his hands through his hair he turns to look at me and the desperation to leave shining in his eyes guts me. My breath gets caught in my throat and my eyes begin to sting with the tears pooling in them. It's always like this, soft and sweet one moment then all-consuming pain the next.

"Do you have to go? We could spend the day in bed. Charlie won't be home for hours." My voice is full of whine and I hate it.

On shaky legs full of withdrawal he comes closer, he cradles my face with needy-for-poison palms, and kisses me with lying lips.

"I'll be back soon, B." And then he's heading for my window. He's always been too cool for my front door, his words, not mine.

"Please, Edward. Just this once stay with me. Choose me." I'm crying now, using the salty liquid to try and inflict some sort of feeling into this uncaring boy, but he's immune now.

With one leg already gone and his back to me he kills me with stony words. "Don't make choose, angel face, I don't think you'd like the outcome."

I stare at my empty open window for hours until my face is sticky with dried tears and my tattoo's burned me right down to the bone.