[Disclaimer] All things Twilight belong to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] Hi, my lovely readers out there. Thanks for taking the time to read and review my little story. I have so much fun writing this pairing.

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Kat for telling me that my story makes her day and to beelotus for liking Bella's inner comments.

*to Hayley: I really thought a lot about what you wrote in your review and I think that Bella wouldn't be all that confused if Ali had happened to be a man. In this story Bella has very little self-esteem and is terribly worried about what other people think of her. So she's constantly torn between what she assumes to be right for her to want and what she really needs.*

-Sorry that this one is a little bit short. It was difficult for me to write it.-

**Chapter 11**

"I didn't think that you were the type of girl who gets a tattoo." I mumbled while my fingertips caressed the two red lilies that surrounded the words that were written down her left hipbone.

*Les seuls beaux yeux sont ceux qui vous regardent avec tendresse*

"That's French isn't it?

"Oui, mon coeur"

"What does it mean?"

Nervously she cleared her throat before she spoke up again.

"Maybe I'll tell you later. Just do me a favor and don't mention the tattoo when my father is around, will you? It'll probably give him a heart attack."

With a low, halfhearted chuckle she rolled us over so that she was lying half on top of me, cuddling her pixie-like body against my side.

I closed my eyes while she started massaging my scalp with smooth, featherlike movements. Then her dainty hands moved down my neck to circle them slowly over the bare skin of my collarbone.

She leaned forward to cover her lips with mine, and I moaned into the warm sweetness of her mouth. A shiver went down my spine as the tip of her tongue nudged against my upper lip. It was wonderful to kiss her. Like her mouth was the gate to something completely new each time mine connected with hers.

Then I felt her left hand slowly pulling up my shirt, carefully stroking each inch of skin she was exposing.

Her lips moved down my cleavage and the pleasant tingling in my stomach seemed to increase with each of my heartbeats.

Suddenly I stiffened because her hand had reached the ugly, bulging scar on my abdomen. Oh god, how could I've been so stupid not to cover myself up? Why didn't I make her turn off the light?

My eyes fell open and when I realized that hers were indeed focused directly at the part of my body I detested the most, I wished I would simply die that very moment.

"Stop looking at me!" I hissed out, my voice already trembling from the tears that instantly started falling down my cheeks. It was an embarrassing habit that I always used to cry that easy…whenever I was sad, or happy or nervous or tensed.

"Bella?" she whispered anxiously as I tried to stand up from the bed as quickly as possible.

She wrapped her dainty fingers around my wrist to keep me where I was.

"Let me go!"

"I will, if you tell me what I've done wrong."

"Nothing, I just don't want anyone to look at my body, ever." I croaked out wiping my running nose with the back of my hand.

My knees felt like yell-o, and I collapsed I front of the bed. It was so wrong to let her see me broken like this. It was almost as mortifying as the fact that she had seen my disgusting stomach…

"I'm not anyone." She whispered so low that I could barely hear the words.

Gently she wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a tight hug.

"I know…you're…so special to me." I mumbled while I buried my face against her neck, deeply inhaling the scent of her warm skin that smelled better to me than anything else in the world.

"That makes it even worse though."

"Why?" she asked me and continued rubbing my back comfortingly.

"Because I don't want you to know how ugly I am,"

"Bella, you are far apart from being ugly, trust me."

Then she cupped my face between her hands, tenderly wiping away the last tears from my cheeks with her lips.

"Ali, please. You don't have to lie to me in order to make me feel better."

"I'm not lying to you. Bella, I know that you can't see with the same eyes that I can see you…but still. How can you think so low about yourself?"

"You can't tell me that the scar isn't ugly."

She sighed deeply before she twisted a wisp of my hair around her fingers.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm,"

"If I had a mark like that on my body, would you think I'm ugly too?"

"That's different, Ali. You are so pretty. What would a single scar…"

"Just answer the question, Bella. Would you be repulsed by it or anything?"

"Of course not. Why should I?"

"Why shouldn't you?"

"Because…well because you'd always be beautiful to me; No matter how you'd look like."

Carefully I stroked down her bare forearm until I reached her hand. Hesitantly I put it to my mouth to plant a kiss on her knuckles.

She sighed deeply and pulled me closer to her.

"See, that's what it's like for me when I look at you."

Slowly I stood up from the ground while I never let go of her hand in mine.

"No more hiding." She murmured against my lips while she started pulling my shirt over my head.

"No more." I whispered and wrapped my arms around her waist.

XXXX

For some reason I was afraid to meet Ali's ex-girlfriend. The thought of being in the same room with a shrink made me nervous in an awkward way.

"Relax, Bella." She giggled when she realized how tensed I was.

"Jasmine isn't going to analyze you...,"

"Says who?" a smooth voice with a slight southern accent asked her sheepishly.

"Jazz! You made it!"

The honey-blonde haired woman hugged her tightly and planted a kiss on each of Ali's cheek.

"You look pretty, Ali. How was Paris?"

"Paris was wonderful, but I'm really glad that I'm finally home again."

"I bet your parents are glad too. A few months ago your dad even offered to buy me a round-trip ticket to bring you back to Seattle. He said that you might probably need someone 'professional' to talk some sense into that thick scull of yours."

"That's not true, is it? That man seriously needs some help himself."

"I'd suggest family therapy for all of you. Jeez, Carlisle is just worried. You're his baby and he doesn't want you to get under a bad influence or something like that."

"Arrg…don't start on this baby stuff again. That's just ridiculous. I'm twe..,"

"Honey, I know how old you are, but you'll always be his baby."

Ali sighed and interlaced the fingers of her hand with mine. Carefully she squeezed it under the table.

"Jazz, this is Bella."

"Hello Bella, I'm Jasmine. Your Edwards wife, aren't you?"

I nodded my head while my fingertips caressed the bare skin on my ring finger. It was so ridiculous to assume that taking off my wedding band would make any difference at all.

"Yeah, I guess that's what I am… for now." I mumbled towards the floor.

"For now?" Jasmine asked me and raised one eyebrow.

Ali stared rubbing invisible circles all over my wrist. It was obvious that this situation was difficult for her as well.

"It's complicated."

A low chuckle left Jasmines throat.

"That sentence paid half of my new Harley."

Hmm, and the other one was probably owned by telling people some smart things like that all their problems had to do with the fact that their mother dropped them on the head when they were little.

"You finally bought that bike? That's so awesome."

"Maria hates it. She says it's a death machine."

Ali stood up from the chair. Instantly I missed the touch of her fingers against mine. My eyes met hers and her lips twitched for a split second. How could it be possible that this incredible being wanted to be with me?

Then she cleared her throat loudly.

"I'll get something to drink for the three of us."

With graceful movements she danced around the table and disappeared behind a row of people at the other side of the bar.

"What's going on between you and Ali?" Jasmine asked me as soon as she was out of sight.

My cheeks reddened and I tried to hide it by pulling my hair over my shoulder.

"Nothing…what makes you think that there is something?"

"I see the way you keep looking at her. Like a blind man seeing a rainbow for the very first time."

Crap, I thought. Was it that easy for everyone to see what was going on in my head? Or was it just her with those weird emphatically abilities that came with her profession?

"Don't be afraid, Bella. It's not like I can blame you for it. Ali is probably the prettiest girl I've ever met in my life."

"It's not only about her looks. She's very nice too." I croaked out, and once I had started talking the words seemed to come out of my mouth like a waterfall.

"Ali makes me laugh; she always listens to what I have to say. She makes me feels so…so…like the sun is suddenly a lot brighter when she's in the same room."

Jasmine peeled a peanut from the small plastic bowl in front of us while another smile flashed over her face.

"Does your husband know that you're…well interested in other women in that way?"

"I'm not interested in other women." I mumbled through greeted teeth.

And even if I were, I shouldn't be interested in my husband's younger sister. In my head I had always had a very stereotyped vision of what a lesbian couple what be like. I had never desired that for my own life.

"But you do like Ali, don't you? And that's scaring you because you don't understand it."

"It's confusing. My head keeps telling me over and over again how wrong this is. I'm a married woman."

"Is it wrong because you are married or is it wrong because Ali is a woman?"

"I don't know…probably a little bit of both I guess. The fact that her brother is my husband doesn't really help with that too."

"Your marriage can't be that happy if someone else caught your attention." she murmured while she starting crunching the peanuts in her hands.

"Whatever happy means," I confessed after an awkward moment of silence.

"A lot," she stated. Then she leaned over the table, letting the peanut crumbles fall on the beer coaster in front of her. Her minty breathe tickled my ear before she whispered in it.

"Okay, I'm only going to say this once. So you better remember it, Bella. If you dare to break Ali's heart, I will kill you. Seriously, I'll kill you, and I'm going to make it look like an accident. She doesn't deserve to get hurt again."

"I would never…," I whispered.

"Just remember what I said."

"Remember what?" Ali asked and placed the bottles of coke on the table.

"How important it is to be happy."

XOXOXOXOXO

[A/N]*I really hope that I got the translation for Ali's tattoo right. It's a quote from Coco Chanel. The meaning is "The only nice eyes are those who look at you with tenderness"

This will probably be the last update for a few days; real life is keeping me away from writing.

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