This was my first attempt at flashfic. It was for The Lemonade Stand's Flash-fic Fridays. I ended up deleting it after posting, because I got embarrassed, lol. I'm a goober. Anyhow, here it is.

The prompt was a picture of a couple with tattoos that read "To infinity" "and beyond." There were some AMAZING entries. Check them out at tehlemonadestand dot net!

Thank you to bebeginja and AdonicaSS for prereading this for me and holding my hand! Huge thanks to all those who encouraged me to keep trying! ~ Chocaholic12345, Sparrownotes24, bebeginja, cosmogirl7481. I hope I haven't forgotten anyone! Love you all!

"How's your pasta?" This is our third date. You sit across from me with your mossy eyes and copper hair, making sipping your Pepsi look like porn.

"It's delicious, thanks."

We've been friends for years; I was in a relationship for most of them. You scare me with your playboy ways, and it took months for me to agree to our first date.

You come in when we get to my apartment, because you've been here a million times. It's nothing new.

What is new is the way you press me up against the wall and move your warm hands up under my shirt while you kiss me senseless.

I know tonight's the night. I'm not going to push you away anymore. I can already tell you'll be better than he ever was, and I already feel more for you than I ever did for him.

Funny how that works.

My sheets are cool on heated skin.

Your body presses mine into the mattress.

Your lips blaze a path down my neck, to my collarbone, to my breasts, where they get distracted before continuing on.

My hand dives into the chaotic copper. "Wait, wait, wait. I just need to ask you something."

Panting. "Okay."

"You're not obsessed with Toy Story by chance, are you?"

Confusion mars your beautiful face, and I hope I haven't killed the mood. "That kids' movie? It's okay. Why?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Just something Jake used to yell out when he… well. Never mind."

"You're kidding, right?"

I shake my head.

"What a tool," you say on a laugh against my bare stomach.

But as you make me scream and soar with your fingers and tongue, the phrase rings true in my head. To infinity and beyond, indeed.

"I love you, Bella."

You love me.

I fly.