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That story brought tears to me eyes, Gitane.

Gitane,I never had a fic dedicated to me! I have ******* tears in my eyes! That was beautiful!!!! You are such an awesome writer! YOU AND THE OTHER WRITERS you all know who you are, all the BAMZS FANS are my inspiration!

happy 4th everybody!thanks again for all the luuuurrrvvve! PT, that’s a pretty good idea. mayhap this story will have a part II…

happy 4th everybody!thanks again for all the luuuurrrvvve! PT, that’s a pretty good idea. mayhap this story will have a part II…

# 417 | gitane yes I finally caught up with the ffics here on j@red’s. Well well well you’ve done another magnificent work here Ms. Gitane, I love it..I’m moved and in the long "awwwwww" state of mind.. lol. Great job!

this is a work of fiction based completely on my imagination for the enjoyment of BAMZS fans and dedicated to Original jpfLaying Down part I“So, Mr. Pitt, do you have any plans for the future?” Angelina asked in her best journalist voice. She was sitting alone at her kitchen table staring out of the window at her gardens. It was early evening in England. There was frost on the ground and small shards of ice dangled from the trees. She imagined Brad was standing in front of bay windows with the sun shining all around him.Brad was indeed in front of bay windows. But he was sitting in an oversized hotel armchair with the blinds drawn and drapes closed. His chuckle over the phone line was low, deep and self-effacing. “My plans for the future? I haven’t given them much thought, what with my separation being so new and all.”“New? You mean you didn’t see it coming?” Angie probed, still in her role, as she traced the jagged line that ran between Brad and Jennifer’s picture on the magazine cover in front of her with her forefinger.“See it coming? I saw it coming years ago,” he sighed wearily, “maybe I was just too dumb to get out of the way.”Angelina put all teasing aside at that moment. It hadn’t taken long after shooting for Mr. & Mrs. Smith began for everyone on set to piece together that Brad’s marriage was dead. Whenever anyone mentioned Jennifer, his expression would go blank and he’d quickly change the subject. They hadn’t talked about it much between them. She was never one to pry, but he’d let bits and pieces come out whenever they alone. All that she could offer him was her sympathy, some between takes laughs and the distracting company of a toddler. How quickly Maddox would change Brad’s darkest moods into silly play! That boy was magic. Angelina had been more than happy to let Brad play with him, teach him baseball, take him for walks and rides. Sweet, goofy Brad let Maddox run roughshod over him. And now that news of his formal separation had just been made public, her son’s playmate and hero would be hounded, judged and persecuted by uninformed gossips. The thought sparked anger, sympathy and an unexpected twinge of proprietary protectiveness in her. “Brad,” she began, continuing their conversation, “I know better than anyone what you’re going through, what you’re thinking…”“No, Angie, I don’t think you do,” Brad interrupted gruffly. Angelina was instantly quiet and more than a little offended. Brad sighed heavily over the phone. He had been sitting alone in his hotel room nursing a warm beer and distracted by a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions. But he hadn’t been thinking about his soon to be ex-wife. And suddenly in the middle of his inappropriate musings his cell phone had rung, bringing the husky voice of the thorn in his thoughts to him live. “I want to see you,” he whispered.Angelina’s stomach knotted. Memories of her hand too long in his, choreographed kisses taking a life of their own, feeling his eyes on her and not being able to take hers off him, his scent, his heat, came rushing back flushing her body from head to toe. She went instantly from being offended by his gruff tone to defending herself against his desire and her own. “Brad, the magazine I have here in front of me has you and Jennifer on the cover and me looking like the wicked witch in the bottom corner.”“Do you really care what magazines say?” Somehow he’d made his voice wrap itself around her. She felt like Eve being tempted in the garden.“No, but…”“I told her, Angie.”Angelina rubbed her free hand over her forehead and eyes. She was quickly regretting this phone call. “There was nothing to tell, Brad. Absolutely nothing.”Brad chuckled again. “Nothing to tell? How about this? I dream about you. And when I wake up, you and Maddox are the first things on my mind.”“Brad, I can’t hear this…”“But you’re going to.”“Please stop or I’ll hang up,” she sobbed. She knew she wouldn’t hang up on him, not for any reason and that knowledge is what brought her to tears.“I can’t stop telling the truth, Angie. I’ve been living a lie for years. I’m finally free to pursue my life, my truth, with eyes wide open and you, my dear, are in my line of vision,” he growled.His words aroused her and the arousal brought shame and fear. She sat at the table trembling with all the things she wanted to say to him, to be with him. But she could not, would not be a fool again. A glance at a picture of Maddox on the refrigerator quickly sobered her judgment. “Brad, we’re friends. That’s all we can be right now.”“Friends? I really don’t want to hear that word…”“But that’s what we are. Nothing more. We can choose to be less. But with all the promotion still left to do for the film, I think it’s best if we remain cordial. Friends and that’s all,” she stated bluntly.“Very well, Angelina,” Brad said with a sigh as he sank deeper into the armchair. “Tonight we are friends. Tomorrow night we are friends. But I promise you and myself that we are going to have each other. You’ve won tonight’s battle, but I intend to win the war and all the spoils that go with victory.”“You’re drunk and I shouldn’t have called,” she replied tersely.Brad chuckled deep in his throat. “But you did and that’s all I needed.”Angelina sat silent and stunned as she stared at the glossy image of Brad on the magazine cover. She felt hunted, offended and disgustingly exhilarated. Slowly, she let her forefinger wander over Brad’s face and body as the dial tone of her phone droned in her ear.To be continued…

# 436 | gitane | - It was beautiful, love it. Brad is on a mission, watch out Angelina lol. I can’t wait for the next chapter. Thanks Gitane

Gitane,I so LOVE your fics! Thank you so much for dedicating SHILOH"S BIRTH, fic to me!!!!Please update soon! Thanks Again!

Gitane - love your ffics!! Both were beautiful and very touching. Looking forward to the next chapters.

436 | gitane You’re good and amazing !

Gitane that was soooo goood.. Please don’t leave us hanging for too long..wow, I felt the sparks..!

ANGELINA GETS A NEW TATTOO*A new hopelessly romantic fanfic - you’ve been warned. LOL…enjoy!_________________________He loved it. His life. Sometimes he had to resist the urge to pinch himself life was so sweet. Especially on nights like these when they made time for themselves. His kids were the world to him, but it was Angie who had given him that world, and provided context and meaning to it. Before her, family was a just a goal, a generic life goal in which the players were interchangeable. Through Angie, he realized that true love, is the only reason children should be born - not a sense of duty, or social expectations. Get married, and have a family. When he was 25 or so, he’d figure he’d have it done by the age of 30. How immature he was. If he could have, he’d go back in time and smack the **** out of his young ass…then he’d take that young idiot that was himself, and go looking for Angie Jolie Voight and tell her to wait for him. He laughed to himself. Family and children shouldn’t be about a timetable, or peer pressure, and they especially weren’t a vehicle by which to prove you had ‘moved on.’ At times, he did have guilt - there wasn’t much he regretted - but his former rebound marriage was one of those things. He wished everyone could experience what he had with Angelina, it was only through her, that he realized just how rare, and special creating a family from a once in a lifetime love really is. How he could have ever wanted less for himself and his children, sometimes shocks him. It was at these times, that he gave himself a break, and realized he could chalk up his low expectations in the past to not being able to miss what he never had. Walking down the quaint little side street of the small beachfront California community at dusk, going largely unnoticed by the few locals, they looked exactly like what they were, a man and woman in love. Brad heard Angie give a soft gasp, as he slung a casual arm around her shoulder - a slight grimace crossing her beautiful face at the fleeting sting.’What is it hon - you okay? Did you sprain somethin?’ Brad urgently asked, his hooded gaze running over her features for further signs of distress. Angie was almost fully healed from her c-section, but he had to occasionally caution her not to over do it. Angie cleared her throat, and gave a little laugh, "No baby, I’m fine - quit worrying," she replied leaning her head briefly on his shoulder as they entered the dimly lit intimate bistro.Brad was still looking at her suspiciously, eyeing the secretive smile still dancing around her lips as they were seated at ‘their’ table."What?" He said knowingly, "Come on honey spill it," she proceeded to pretend to eye the wine list and he pinched her thigh under the table."Ahhh, stop it Brad - I’m not kidding!" She warned, laughing and squirming away from him."You got a new tat didn’t you??!" Brad said, his eyes big.Angie started laughing at his expression. He always got so excited hearing about her tattoos."Let me see!" He tugged at the loose tan shirt she was wearing over her skimpy little sundress."No," Angie twisted away giggling, holding her shirt to her shoulder, "I’ll show you later.""Aww, come on…," Brad pleaded, his eyes imploring, still tugging."Oh My God, you’re as bad as Mad," she said uncontrollably laughing at his efforts to disrobe her in a restaurant full of people, breathlessly she told him to cut it out as the waiter was approaching."Okay, okay - I’ll deal with you later," Brad said firmly a glint in his eyes, he was indeed so curious he wanted to wolf down his meal and drag her out of there pronto."Sounds like a plan baby" Angie said in dulcet tones, her hand grazing his upper thigh - Brad jumped at her electric touch and made the water goblets shake. The waiter jumped to attention and settled the table, saying in a decidely french accented english, "Whoa! Greetings Monsieur and Madmoiselle, what’s going on under there?"Angie, giggling even more now at Brad actually blushing, replied huskily, "Oh, I just dropped my hard roll, and went looking for it.""Ha!" Brad licked his lips, as the tips of his ears flamed. Angie leaned in and kissed one."I’ll bring the wine list," the waiter replied, giving the gorgeous couple a few more minutes to themselves.~~~~~~~~~~~~Brad awoke, feeling the soft slender nude form beneath him move lightly in slumber. He quickly rolled away not wanting to crush his Angel. The cool ocean breeze wafted through the darkened room, the moonlight illuminating Angelina’s lightly goldened skin which gleamed in it’s smoothness. He lightly ran a large sun darkened hand over her delicate collar bones, and now flat belly, the c-section scar now pink, never failed to make him hitch his breath in wonder.Before passionately tumbling into bed. Angie had conceded his request, and debuted her latest tat -gingerly taking off the gauze that covered it.It was another longitude and lattitude marking on her upper arm. Brad smiled, now all three babies resided on Mama, he gently kissed her shoulder. When Angelina had gotten the first two markings for Mad and Z, she had explained that having the exact place of their origin, where they took their first breath - the country and place they called home, signified how very much a part of her they would always be. It was love she said, she wanted them to know how very much they were loved, and how much they would always mean to her.He recalled asking her about it, the new tattoo - if it was indeed Namibia, but Angelina had shushed him, and soon was too overcome to talk as their lovemaking had practically commenced as soon as they hit the bedroom door. "Later," she had whispered urgently, as she drew him down to her, and softly began mouthing his full lips with her own, which never failed to send a bolt of lightening clear up his tailbone to the top of his head - it literally was electric. Dear God, but she made him shake like a 14 year old. That’s where the similarities to an adolescent ended - Brad thought somewhat smugly, as usually he would then set about making her scream at the moon. Their lovemaking was so intense, he’d wondered aloud one night, totally dead-pan and only half-joking, if he should start wearing a life alert necklace.Angie had laughed so hard at that she had fallen out of bed, then jumped up and tackled him back amongst the pillows - and looking at him with overwhelming love and affection, had remarked, "Well, maybe when you’re Michael Douglas’ age." They then laughed themselves silly at the old fool.Now, in the silence and peace of their room, their baby daughters regular clear breath over the monitor like a song in his ear, he glanced at the new tattoo. Rubbing his slightly stubbled jaw, he’d wondered at the numbers. He wasn’t schooled on lattitude and longitude numbers but that seemed to be off. Brad lay there alternately watching Angie’s stunning face in slumber and knotting his brow over that tattoo. He heard Ange give a deep sigh and roll over on her stomach, sleepily asking "What’s wrong baby?’ Not surprised at her ability to sense his innermost thoughts and musings even while half asleep, he replied very softly nuzzling her hair, "Babe, I hate to tell you this, but I don’t think this new tat is Namibia.""S’not." Angie mumbled sleepily, making Brad laugh at the utterance. She yawned widely, and placed her hand low on her belly over her c-section scar, "Don’t need one..for Shi. I’ve got her right here…." Angie was driftng softly back to sleep.Brad was thoroughly confused now, "Well honey - then who–??"This was killing him, he got up out of bed, and krept over to the PC whirring softly in the corner of the master suite. Typing the numbers of Angie’s latest tat into Google, he waited to see if it would bring up just what point of origin it was.His heart picked up a beat, as a global 3-D representation of the the planet popped up on the screen. Drilling down, and zooming in on what the numbers had produced, he saw the continent of North America….’Oh man honey,’ Brad thought to himself, slowly shaking his head….You were really off Ange.Brad zoomed in further….the United States appeared….then the west, a dawning realization swept over him…..and his eyes were filling with tears before he reached the final destination and point of origin….Oh God Angelina, what are you doing to me — Brad’s breath hitched sharply in his throat….a small white circle appeared on those exact lattitude and longitude numbers etched into her smooth skin…."Shawnee, Oklahoma."Tears rolling down hsi cheeks, he climbed back into bed and gathered her in tight to his broad chest which was heaving slightly. Angelina, all-knowing when it came to this man, clasped his head to her and feeling the dampness of his long lashes against her skin, whispered, "Do you like it honey?"Brad couldn’t speak much, his throat was too constricted, he folded her up in his arms and with eyes worshipping her, he began urgently expressing himself in the only way that he could at that moment. Later, with their dampened bodies entwined and drying in the cool night air he whispered, "I’m not a religious man baby, but you make me want to get down on my knees and hope and pray that there’s such a thing as a heaven or afterlife with you in it, because I’m damned sure 1 lifetime is not nearly enough…1000 lifetimes wouldn’t be enough Angie." Angelina, still trembling at the intensity of their loving, the tears falling endlessly from her blue-grey eyes, kissed him softly, "I’ll love you forever Brad," then softly laughed — "I guess you do like my new tattoo, eh?"Brad licked her shoulder. Two times. Then growled, "My God, what a question - YES! Hello??!! I’m over here lying in a puddle of my own juices because you’ve melted me down and destroyed me….."Angie started laughing, "But in a good way right?""In a very delicious, amazing, finger-lickin’, ummmm-ummm GOOD, kind of way, yes," Brad was ssmiling at her as if the sun rose and set…..Which of course, it did.

Gitane and CLINIQUA-~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am still so amazed at both of your writings! I literally am in shock! I love the fics and please both of you CONTINUE!!!!! I am truly a fan! :)