A/N: This is my second story. Don’t worry, if you read 100 Monkeys, I’m still writing it. I just got hit by another idea the other night…and needed to start it before I lost it. Enjoy.

PS. You’d better review.

Disclaimer: SM owns it all, yes, even Edward. =[

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BPOV

Christmas break was over. Classes would start in two days and I was not looking forward to it. See, my parents had cut me a deal. All I had to do was go to college and get a degree; in return they’d stay off my back and let me live my life. Honestly, it was a pretty sweet deal minus the actually having to go to class part.

“Bella, get your ass up!” My best friend called from somewhere in our apartment.

“Shove it, Alice!” I yelled back pulling the covers over my head.

I heard the door open and felt the body land on my bed. “Come on, there are two days left till classes. We can’t spend all day doing nothing.”

“Why am I friends with you again?” I moaned jokingly. My bed was my haven. I’d spend all day in it if I could, in fact, some days I did. The sheets were a deep purple satin, the down comforter a dark purple with a gray design. Seriously, it was my happy place, and it sometimes became a guy’s happy place too. When I was feeling generous. Now don’t get me wrong, by no means was I a slut, I just liked the opposite sex.

“Because I’m ah-mazing.” She said ripping the covers off of me and pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Bitch!” I yelled laughing. I rolled off the bed, groaning at the sunlight coming through my window. “Since when is there sun in Washington?” I mumbled.

“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine.”

“Hmmph.” I grunted as I grabbed a towel and locked myself in the bathroom.

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Twenty minutes later I was leaning against the kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee, wearing low rise jeans and a wife beater. Alice bounced in and grabbed a coffee mug.

“Yeah, like you need coffee.”

“I’m going to ignore that.”

“You’re still going with me right?”

“Of course, as long as I don’t have to get one too.” Alice said smiling.

Alice wasn’t one for pain, or needles, which pretty much meant she stayed away from all things tattoo…and was the main reason she didn’t understand why I love them.

I had nine already and my mother was livid about it, hence the whole college deal. I even told her that if she didn’t comment about tattoos, ever, that I would even get a degree in something “real” like psychology instead of art, like I really wanted. So, here I was an inked up psych major working towards a minor in art. Three semesters left, that’s all I had. Unless I decided to get my PhD. In which case I’d be in for probably another four years, but it was almost worth it to keep my mother off my back.

“Of course you don’t Al.” I said placing my mug in the sink.

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We entered the tattoo shop and glanced around. I hadn’t been here before, but that’s because I had a friend who used to do my ink for free at his shop in Port Angeles. He had moved to New York City this past June, which left me looking for someplace new. I had heard this was the place to go in Seattle. There was artwork covering the walls, and the counters had signatures all over it. Where there wasn’t artwork there was graffiti.

“I’ll be right out.” We heard from behind a door marked “Employees Only”.

“Sure.” I said looking at a few drawings on the wall.

I cracked a joke about one of the pictures and left Alice in a fit of giggles.

I turned when I heard movement behind me and came face to face with a guy that could stop the world from spinning. He was a god, no seriously, a frikin god. His bronze hair was completely disheveled; and I started to wonder if he had left some girl in the back room, halfway through fucking her. His eyes were a gorgeous green specked with gold. His worn jeans were stained with ink, his black t-shirt covered his shoulders but left the rest of his tattooed arms exposed, showing off his sleeves. He had a slight muscle definition that stood out under his t-shirt but it wasn’t overkill. He was thin though, and stood a whole head taller than me. I almost moaned out loud. I realized a little too late that I had been nervously flicking my tongue over my lip ring.

“Hey, what’s up?” He said watching me for a second before turning to Alice and then back at me.

“I’m looking to get a tattoo.” Well, duh, of course I am. I thought to myself.

“You got an idea of what you want?” He said, his eyes looking me up and down. My heart picked up it’s pace.

I turned around and glanced at the wall, “I want these” I said pointing to the brass knuckles. “Right here.” I said lifting my shirt and pointing to a spot just inside my hip bone.

He nodded silently, as if he was contemplating. “This your first?”

I laughed “No.”

“She has nine.” Alice piped up from behind me. I thought I saw his eyes light up for a second but I blinked and it was gone.

“I thought it might be time to make it a nice round number.” I said smirking.

His lip curled up slowly to a smirk. “Fill this out, I need your ID. And just give me a second to get set up.” He handed me a clipboard with a consent sheet.

I sat down on the black leather couch, placing my feet on the coffee table. Alice bounced next to me and I couldn’t help but laugh. She was my exact opposite. She was tiny and people often underestimated her. If I knew anything it was that you don’t mess with Alice Brandon. When we met in fifth grade she jumped into the seat next to me and said “Hi. I’m Alice. We’re going to be best friends.” And for some odd reason I believed her. That’s the second thing I knew for sure, you don’t question Alice. If I didn’t know better I’d swear she was a psychic. It was freaky.

“He’s hot.” She whispered as I filled out the sheet.

“He’s fucking gorgeous.” I said shaking my head. I signed the bottom of the sheet and set the clipboard on the table. I pulled out my id and dropped it on top of it.

A second later he came back out. “Ready?”

I stood up and handed him the clipboard. He looked at it for a second and then turned towards the back room. We followed him quietly.

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EPOV

I heard the door open as I was finishing cleaning up from my last customer.

“I’ll be right out” I yelled through the closed “Employees Only” door.

“Sure.” I heard the voice say. A second later it was followed by a giggle. The second voice a bit more high pitched than the first. Fuck, chicks. I hated doing chicks, well doing their tattoos that is. They were always squirming around, whimpering and moaning about the needles. I always wanted to ask why the hell they’d get a tattoo if they were scared of the needle, but I liked my job and my boss was all about not pissing people off.

I finished what I was doing and stepped out into the shop. I came face to face with this girl, this gorgeous girl. I almost stopped dead in my tracks. She had long, brown hair that was streaked with maroon and blonde, and these eyes that looked like chocolate. Her skin was pale and flawless. Her body was, well, perfect.

“Hey, what’s up?” I said looking back and forth between the two of them.

“I’m looking to get a tattoo.” God, she was hot. She slid her hand into her back pocket.

“You got an idea of what you want?” I asked letting my eyes trail back over her body. Damn, just damn. What I wouldn’t give to fuck her in the back room. Just lay her out on the table and fuck her into oblivion.

“I want these, right here.” She said turning to point to some brass knuckles, her jeans hugging her tight ass perfectly. Then she turned around and lifted her shirt, just slightly, and pointed to her hip. I felt my dick twitch in my pants. God, what was my problem. I didn’t even know this chick and here I was getting hard just looking at her ass, her fully clothed ass. I was fucked.

“This your first?” I asked, trying to focus on anything other than bending her over the counter.

She laughed, “No.”

The other chick, who was much tinier, with short black spiky hair and olive skin jumped in to the conversation. “She has nine.”

That’s it. Shit, it was on. I made it my goal in life to get up close and personal with every single one of those tattoos.

She smirked at me, “I thought I’d make it a nice round number.”

Hmm, a nice round number indeed. I couldn’t wait to brand her. I handed her the consent form and excused myself. I took a few seconds to will my hard on away and then got to work setting everything up. Once I was done I went back out front. She handed me the form and I looked it over. Bella. Fuck, even her name was hot. I motioned her to follow me to the back.

I tapped the table with my hand, “Take a seat.”

She jumped up and proceeded to unzip and shrug her sweatshirt off, handing it to her friend. I came face to face with her first tattoo. Her entire left shoulder was covered in hot pink hibiscus flowers, the leaves dancing in between them. It almost reached her elbow but just fell short.

“Nice work.” I said admiring it for a moment.

She followed my gaze to her shoulder and smiled as if the memory was coming back to her. “Thanks. It was my first.”

“That was your first. Most girls go for something small, and tramp-stampish.” I said standing up and walking around her, admiring it from another angle. It fanned out down to her shoulder blade.

“Well, I’m not most girls.”

That’s for damn sure.

“I was sixteen. Alice’s cousin is a tattoo artist. We were hanging out one night and I said why not. So, he pulled out his stuff and hand drew this. I loved it, so next thing I knew he was doing the outline. I got home and pulled my shirt off to show my mom. She shit a fucking brick. I got grounded for three months, which to me meant only until she went to bed and I could climb out the bedroom window. Four visits later it was done.”

“Wow. Seriously, good ink.”

“Yeah, my cousin’s the shit.” The other chick said. Alice, I presume.

I sat back down and put some gloves on. “Lay back.”

She did what she was told and then proceeded to unbutton her pants, pulling them down on her hip, her blue lacy underwear peeking up from underneath. She pulled her wife beater up to her belly button. I got the stencil situated on her, positioning it just right.

“You sure you don’t want one?” She said turning her head towards Alice. Her hair fell away from her neck exposing a cluster of stars behind her right ear. Number two. Only seven more to go.

“Oh, I’m good. Thanks.” Alice said holding up her hands and shaking her head no.

I thought for sure that she’d squirm when the needle hit her for the first time but she never even flinched.

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A/N: Sorry if you're not into tats, this Edward is my dream Edward. Also, if you’re not familiar with tattoos…sleeves are what it’s called when a person has their entire arm tattooed, usually from wrist to shoulder. I think it’s sexy, if you don’t too bad; it’s my fantasy Edward and my story. =]