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Hey guys! I had bookmarked this thread expecting to get gitane´s tattoo fanfic, but I guess you managed to escape buddy! :P ;)Now Cliniqua! Good job on that! Glad you took the inspiration of the other thread on you! Kudos for this fanfiction! :)

# 448 | CLINIQUA I agree with OC, I had little tears! the whole tat was so sweeeeeetttt. Thanks Cliniqua! i love it.

# 455 | gitane | Hey, u are not getting off that easily, yours could be how he discovered the ones she already has, especially the tiger, the prayer and ofcourse the ones on her belly.

Good moring all , Well Cliniqua thank-you ….love it….its nice when you share with others…I think that you are channeling the the truth to all of us about there passionThank-you

# 459 | Anna Oh yeah? So Why do you bother reading the fics anyway?

# 457 | QQQQdamn! well, that one’s gonna have to wait. i’ve got two others in progress so you guys are going to have to stay alert.

# 463 | CLINIQUA That was one of the best, most romantic fanfics I’ve ever read. Loved it much (even haters can’t stay away from it …. ha ha ha). Hope you write some more.Gitane also writes such sweet, tender fanfics. You guys rock. You have so much talent, and I am glad that you share your writings with us!!!

# 462 | gitane | BTW, when he’s discovering the tats please make sure some Prince (Scandalous & Adore) and some Maxwell is being played in the background ; )

Gitane+Cliniqua that was so beautiful.I’m fan for Bamzs fanfics .You girls rock ,you are the best.More, more please.Have a good day.I love to be a bamzs fan.

CLINIQUA: I posted on the other thread, but I wanted to post here too! That was so sweet! She has tattoos of all of her BABIES!!!! Thanks Again!

Gitane & CliniquaChecking in for a new fanfic.- to let your know i addicted to it.

this is a work of fiction based completely on my imagination for the enjoyment of BAMZS fans and dedicated to Original jpf…Warning! This chapter contains adult language, adult situations and nudity! And it’s not the tattoo fic!Laying Down Part IIBrad felt badly about his last conversation with Angelina. He’d been ruthless and mercenary and while that approach may have worked for pirates, most women didn’t appreciate it. He’d spent so many years coddling Jennifer’s insecurities that he was having a hard time being assertive without being a *******. He knew that he had to maintain sensitivity while still being aggressive enough to penetrate Angelina’s soul. He wanted to inhabit her the way she inhabited him.These thoughts coursed through his mind as the private jet carried him across the ocean. He’d be seeing her and Maddox soon and he was going to make the most of every moment he spent with them. Brad’s mood instantly brightened as he thought of Angelina and Maddox. They were probably home right now, playing some silly little game…Meanwhile…A fully erect ***** bobbed in front of Angelina’s eyes. It reminded her of the python she’d gotten to be friendly with during the filming of Alexander. It was long, smooth, sleep and powerful—just the medicine her mind and body needed. She reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around the pulsating shaft.“Oh yeah, baby. Put your mouth on me.”****! Why did he have to talk? Suddenly, the ***** had a body, the body had a face and the face was not Brad’s. What had tempted her only a moment ago now completely horrified and disgusted her.“Angie baby, what are you waiting for?”And he was still talking! Angelina let her hand slide away from his groin. “Marco, I’m sorry,” she said as she looked into his not blue eyes,” I…I’m not feeling well.”“What? You called me and told me to get my ass here pronto! Now you’re backing out?”“Yes. I’m sorry. Please get dressed and go,” she said softly, sadly as she stood up from the bed and made her way toward the bathroom.“****, Angie! We haven’t gotten together for months! And when you finally call me, you tease me and then kick me out? What’s going on with you?”“I said I was sorry. I haven’t been myself lately. I don’t want to talk about it,” she replied sharply.“So it must be true, then. You are ******* Brad Pitt!”At the mention of that name Angie snapped. “Shut the **** up and get the hell out before I call my bodyguard in here and have him beat the **** out of you!” She screamed as she threw the room service menu at Marco’s dark head.“I’m going, don’t worry. Oh, and don’t call me again,” Marco hissed as he dressed.“I won’t. Goodbye,” she huffed as she locked herself in the bathroom. Only when she heard the hotel room door slam did she come out again. She stood stiffly at the foot of the bed in her black lace bra and panties shaking her head at the unrumpled sheets. She had hoped that getting laid would take Brad off her mind, but it was obvious from this afternoon’s disaster that not only was he on her mind, he had burrowed his way firmly into it. Angelina threw herself on the bed, buried her face in the duvet and screamed.Hours later after a cold shower and a long walk, Angelina made her way home. She was dejected and distressed but she knew that some quality time with Maddox would quickly turn her mood around. She smiled softly to herself. There was nothing like a little Madd-therapy.When she arrived at her estate in Fulmer, Angelina was disturbed to see an unfamiliar car parked in her drive. “Mickey, what’s going on?” she asked her bodyguard.“I don’t know, but stay here while I find out.”A couple of minutes later, Mickey signaled that all was well. “Just a friend of yours, Angie,” he said as she walked past him and into the house. A friend? Which of her friends would stop by unannounced? Before she could venture a guess, she saw what she did not need to see. Brad Pitt was on the floor of her sitting room playing Lego Construction with Maddox.It took every fiber of her being to stop herself from exclaiming. Actually, she was confused about whether to curse or sob. To make matters worse, she realized that she was happy to see him and he looked so natural in her house with her son. “Brad! What are you doing here?” she asked congenially.Brad looked up from his game with Maddox and beamed a brilliant smile her way. “I decided to stop by here before heading to Dublin to hang with Bono. I’ll be in town for a couple of days.”“Really?” Maddox squealed with delight. Angelina noticed that her son was so enraptured with Brad that he hadn’t bothered to welcome her home.“A couple days? Really? How nice!” She tried to be casual but the excited leap of her heart rekindled her distress and sparked disgust.“Mommy can Brad stay for dinner?” Maddox asked. Suddenly, Angelina looked at them both. They seemed to have turned into imps right before her eyes. She understood everything now. Brad was the hunter. She was the hunted. Maddox was the weapon.“I don’t know, Madness, Brad might have plans…”“No! No plans! I would love to join you for dinner,” Brad interjected.“Yeah!” Maddox shouted gleefully.“Great,” Angelina said with resignation, “everybody wash up. We’ll eat in the kitchen.”Dinner was fun. They spent more time laughing than eating. Maddox tried to impress Brad by refusing his booster seat so all that was visible of him over the table was his forehead and mohawk. Brad told them stories about what he was like as a little boy. Angelina found herself more enthralled with his tales than her son.After dinner, she took him on a tour of the estate. In each room of her home Brad pointed out architectural features and nuances that she hadn’t noticed before. He taught her more about her mansion in an hour than she had learned in years of living there.Now they were together in Maddox’s room, watching as the little boy in the bed did his best to fight sleep. “Brad, will you come back tomorrow?”“Maybe,” Brad replied.“Maybe yes?” Maddox prodded.“Maybe yes if you’re a good boy and you go right to sleep.”“Okay!” Maddox tossed himself back on his pillows, closed his eyes and pretended to snore. Brad and Angelina both laughed at him. Suddenly, Maddox bolted upright again, looked at them both with wide eyes, put his finger over his lips and said, “Shhhhhh! I’m trying to sleep!”Stifling her laughter, Angelina choked out, “Sorry Madd! Goodnight!”“Goodnight, Madd,” Brad chuckled before Angelina closed the door behind them.They stood awkwardly in the hall for a moment staring each other down and searching for things to say. Finally, Brad broke the silence. “I really missed that kid. He’s so funny.”Angelina’s smile was uncontrollable. “Yeah. He’s a riot,” she stumbled for a moment and then said, “He, uh, he missed you, too.”“Did you miss me?” Brad asked with just the right touch of bashfulness.Angelina stiffened as his voice smoothly wrapped itself around her body. Brad sensed that she wasn’t going to answer him so he pressed on. “I missed you, Angie. I’ve thought about you every day since…”“Yeah,” she interrupted brusquely, “you said something about that the last time we talked.”Brad hung his head sheepishly. He’d committed so many sins during that conversation. He was about to apologize, smooth things over when she blasted him with, “What the hell are you doing in my home?”Brad felt the pirate in him rise up. Things had been going so well. They’d had a pleasant evening—-good food and good conversation. There was no reason for her to let out her inner *****. “You seem to remember our conversation well. I said I wanted to see you. So here I am, seeing you.”“Yeah, I remember saying that we’re friends and that’s all.”“Have I been unfriendly?” he asked, his voice smooth and alluring again as he maneuvered closer to her.“Friends don’t drop by uninvited and unexpected.” Angelina turned her back on him and walked down the hall to the library.Brad followed her and when he caught up he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. “Unexpected, yes. I’m sorry about that. But uninvited, no. As I recall, when you gave me your address here in Merry Old England, you said I could stop by anytime.”Angelina was exhausted and exasperated. The emotional and physical trials of her day made her nerves stand painfully on end. She was in no mood, no condition, to match wits with Brad. “Why are you here, Brad?” she asked wearily.“I thought we already covered that,” he replied with a grin.“I just can’t do this….”“Do what? What are we doing besides talking?”“You are a man in my house using my son to get into my pants!” she yelled.Brad’s anger was instant. He’d been a bit of a ******* lately but he would never toy with a child’s emotions just to **** his mother. The fury in his blue eyes and the color in his face should have stopped her tirade, but images of angry, naked Marco and the present pang of her unsatisfied sexual desires pushed her over the edge. Angelina pulled away from him and tore violently at her clothes until she stood before him stark naked. “You want this?” she screamed at him. “Come and get it! What is it you said? ‘I promise you and myself that we’re going to have each other’. Well, come on, let’s have at it!”Angelina was magnificent in her ire. Skin flushed, body quivering, eyes a sharp, dangerous green, she looked like a mythological creature of wrath. Brad took a deep, calming, meditative breath. He glided slowly over to her and walked lazily around her trembling form, looking her over from head to toe. He wrapped his arms around her and threw her over his shoulder. He carried her into the bedroom he remembered was hers and tossed her down on the bed. He looked down on her naked body for a moment and then climbed, fully dressed, on top of her lowering himself very slowly until his weight rested on her completely. He covered her lips with his and kissed her tenderly, deeply, delving his silky tongue into her mouth until her angry passion became sexual passion. When she was soft and gentle beneath him, he rolled off of her, stood up and dropped a quick kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, Angie. See you in the morning. Maybe we can take Madd to the park,” he said before winking at her and leaving her alone on her bed.Angelina lay still as death for agonizing moments after he left. William Bradley Pitt had just seen her naked, body and soul, and she wanted to show him more.