Hey Ya'll! My first one, hurray! Can't tell ya how long this took, I just never got around to it. So, I'm gonna try and just focus on one fic and only one, so tell me if you like or dislike this one. If you don't like it, I'll try a new one and see if ye'll like that better. There will be lemons in all my stories and you'll figure out why if you just look at me name. These are not for eyes under.........well I'm not sure, no youngins though! I may or may not write a sequal, not sure.
1. Officer Yummy
"Shit!" I growled and quickly hid my beer under my seat as red and blue lights began to flash from behind me. I pulled over to the side of the rode and grabbed my fake I.D, watching as the police car did the same as me.
The guy got out of his cruiser, taking his time as he strolled over to my car and tapped on the window, signaling for me to roll it down. With a sigh I pressed the button and buzzed the window down, not looking up at the guy.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" He asked, taking out a little note pad.
"Gonna write an article about?" I asked sarcastically. He just stared at me. I couldn't see his face since it was so dark, but, damn. He had a nice jaw. "I don't know? Speeding?" I yawned and tapped my fingers on the wheel. He just shook his head and wrote something down.
"License and registration please." He said, holding out his hand with out looking up.
"Yesiree." I grumbled and handed him the phony I.D along with a registration.
"Mrs. Dwyer?" He asked skeptically.
"Yeah."
"Please step out of the car ma'am." He said, stepping back you've got to kidding me. I grumbled and hopped out the car, crossing my arms across my chest and leaning back on the car.
The man suddenly grabbed me and whirled me around, so I was bent over the hood on my stomach.
"Nice to finally meet you, Isabella, Swan." He whispered into my ear, making me grit my teeth together. I couldn't help but admire how strong his arms where, considering one of them was wrapped around my waist. Might as well mess with him a bit.
"You know, I spend a lot of time bent over hoods." I snickered.
"Get arrested a lot, Miss Swan?" He asked, handcuffing my wrists behind my back. I waited until he was near my head again before whispering,
"Nope. I should've said; just bent over in general." I gave him a wink and grinned when his eyes widened at my vulgar comment. He pulled away and put his hands on my hips. "That wasn't an invitation." I chuckled. "But we might wanna get out of the rode before we get too hard core." His grip tightened and I winced.
"Enough with the dirty talk." He growled. "I'm patting you down now, don't assume anything." I just laughed again as he started patting down my body. He did keep his hands to himself other than what was required; though I noticed his hands did slightly skim my thighs when he was past my short-shorts. He began reciting the bullshit every officer has to say, making me yawn.
"You have the right to remain silent, blah blah blah, against you in court, yadda yadda yadda." He towed me over to his police cruiser and pushed me in the back, slamming the door behind me.
"What about my car?!" I yelled as he began to pull back onto the rode.
"It'll be towed back to you." He grumbled. I watched as my car was left in the distance and turned to glare at the back of his head. He turned suddenly and my breath caught. W-O-W. He was smokin'! Officer Yummy!
"Be quiet and only speak to ask if we can eat, or use the bathroom." He said and faced the rode again. Yes, sir, Officer Yummy! Wait! Hell no!
"And what if I don't?" I challenged and watched smugly as his back stiffened.
"Do you really want to upset a police officer?" He asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
"Been there, done that." I shrugged.
"Haven't you tried not getting into trouble?" He asked, clearly aggravated.
"What's the fun in that?" I asked innocently. "Any way, the only things I have to improve are my tactics on not getting caught. Hey, why am I being arrested anyway?" The thought had slipped my mind.
"Prostitution." He said flatly and seemed startled when I cracked up.
"Seriously? They're still after me? That was, like, last week!" I gasped for air before putting on a strait face. "I have money with me, can I just bail myself out now?" I asked receiving another glare.
"No. I received a call from your father, telling me to bring you home." He huffed. Charlie! I should've known. I loved the man to bits, but this was a bit unfair. I was going to come home anyway; I was just here for a week!
"Well, I will miss Chicago…Whoa! Wait a minute! You are driving me back to Forks?!" I yelled. "Why?!" I grumbled a few profanities. "How come we can't take a plane?"
"He doesn't want to pay for your ticket, and I'm not going too." The officer said, still glaring. What was his problem? Oh, yeah, he was a cop. They all hated me.
"What's you're name, Chum?" I asked and grinned at his provoked expression.
"Officer Cullen." He growled.
"No, no, no! You're first name! If we're gonna take a…" I counted the days on my fingers. "…About a week long drive together, I want to be able to be a bit less formal." He eyes my tiny shorts and reveling tank top with one eyebrow arched.
"Formal?" He huffed a laugh. "Fine, My name is Edward."
"Aw, that's boring." I scoffed. He narrowed his eyes at me. "How about, Eddie?" He shook his head, not even looking at me any more. "Ed? Dward?" He wasn't acknowledging my existence any more. That was quick. After a moment another one popped into my head. "Edwardo!" I yelled and gave my self a little cheer. He sighed and turned onto the high way.
"Edwardo! Edwardo! EdwardO!" I said in a Spanish accent, testing all the different ways it could sound. "EDwardDO!" I yelled with an Italian accent.
"Shut. Up." He growled and I bit my lip to keep from snickering.
"*Cough*Edwardo*Cough*." I smiled as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"So, tell me Edwardo," I leaned forward so my elbows were resting on the metal bar holding the flexi-glass separator up. "Got a hot chic waiting for you at home?" I asked, grinning widely as his knuckles turned white.
"That is none of you concern." He replied through tight lips.
"I'm not concerned. Should I be? I mean, a good looking guy like your self should be banging babes left and right." I shrugged and wrested my chin on my now crossed arms.
"Why do you talk like that?" He blurted.
"Like how? English? I can switch to Spanish, but I'm warning you now, the only words I know are, use a condom, hell no and thanks." I furrowed my brow in mock confusion.
"Like that. You are so…vulgar." He said in an exasperated tone. I cackled and leaned back into my seat.
"I'm street smart, my vocabulary homework was on how to spell; Shank." I laughed at my own joke. "Anyway, back to the question, gotta girl? From you're reaction, I'll say; No." I smiled smuggle as his impossibly strong grip tightened a little more. "You should stop doing that, your hands might fall off from lack of circulation and that would be bad. You wouldn't be able to wack off and since you're not getting any that's all you have."
"You're a crude bitch." He grumbled.
"Ooh! That's a new one, I'll log that away for future reference." I pretended to write something down.
"Hey, when are we stopping, I gotta take a pissola!" I yelled loudly. He sighed and pulled over next to a woodsier patch of rode.
"Go in the bushes" He said and got out to pull me out of the back.
"Fuck no! What if a raccoon bites my ass?!" I yelled, looking at the dark trees nervously.
"Then don't pee on a raccoon. Come on, its cold out." He said, pulling me towards the bushes.
"I can't go with you here!" I yelled, throwing my arms into the air.
"Then I guess you can hold it until we get to a hotel." He said, turning on his heel.
"Fine! I'll go! Just, look the other way." I grumbled as I squatted and let loose the diet Pepsi I drank earlier. Then, I got an idea. I moved as quietly as possible, watching Edwards back carefully.
"Why are you moving around?" He called over his shoulder.
"I'm trying to find a leaf!" I yelled back and laughed when he groaned in disgust. I crept up behind him and leaped up to wrap my arms around him. He was so surprised I managed to pin him to a tree.
"This isn't the time for a game." He growled, his nose inches from mine. I leaned impossibly close and noticed when his breathing slightly hitched.
"But, I'm good at this game." I murmured and arched my back so my chest slightly pressed into his, as well as my hips. He was just beginning to get hard so I yanked my self away. "Come on, it's cold out." I said in a no-nonsense voice and trudged towards the police cruiser. But he caught me. He pushed against the doors and let his hands trail down my sides. He leaned his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes. I cursed my self when I felt my own breath hitch. His palm cupped my breast and teased my nipple until it got rock hard. And then he pulled away leaving his forehead against mine.
"Two can play that game, Swan." He murmured before opening the door and shoving me inside. And god damns it if I wasn't wet! He was good. Really good. I liked him!
"Buckle up." He said over his shoulder before pulling onto the road again. And that was all he said. That was fine with me; I was busy thinking of some revenge.
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