This story was the winning entry for Team Fire and Ice's A Southern Twi-Night Contest. We also won the judges' special award for best use of MudBoggin.
Team Fire and Ice: http://www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/u/2283402/TeamFireandIce
CHARACTERS: Rosalie and Edward (I know, I know- please give them a chance)
RATING: MA
SUMMARY: Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to stay apart, at a quarter after one, your heart needs you to be together. Rose and Edward learn that lesson with the help from some Georgia mud and sweet tea.
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Twilight, Lady Antebellum's song Need You Now, nor batteries after writing this. Towel warning.
Chapter 1: Rosalie POV
April 24, 2010
I looked at the door to the building. I wasn't sure I could do this. I knew he would be there. Sure, all my old friends would be there; Leah, Alice, Angela, and I knew that one of the girls I didn't know well, his ex; Bella, and her new husband would be there also. Then there was Emmett…I never doubted he would be there.
I sighed as I thought of my best friend and his step-brother. That was the start of all of my troubles…
Flashback: July 4, 2000
"And now announcing the Mud Bog Queen…Rosalie Hale!"
I grinned as I was assisted up onto the tailgate of Emmett's truck; the lift-kit making it hard for even my thirty-four inch inseam with six inch heels to climb up into. I raised my beer-can wand up high and grinned as I turned around backwards. It was tradition for the Mud Bog Queen to take a dive into the giant mud-pit.
"You ready, sugar?" Emmett asked me with a wink.
I gave him a kiss to the lips and a wink before I fell backwards off the tailgate. I felt the cool Georgia mud envelop me as I sank down into it and I enjoyed the sensation before I popped my head back up into clean, sweet air.
The crowd was going wild as I resurfaced and I felt strong hands reaching for me, pulling from the muck. A towel was placed in my hands and I toweled off my face. "Brilliant," I heard Emmett's step-brother murmur. "I didn't think you had it in you."
I looked at Edward. "Pay up, city boy."
He chuckled and held out the fifty-dollar bill. "And where, exactly, are you going to put it? Your clothing is ruined."
I grinned. He had lived here in the south for five years; long enough for 'ruined' to sound like 'ruint'. I snatched the money from him and stuffed it down the front of my now destroyed prom dress. Hey, I was now a high-school graduate. It wasn't like I was going to wear it again.
I tossed Em the used towel and said, "I'll be right back. Then you're takin' me for a ride, right?"
He nodded. "Unless I get a better offer…"
I rolled my eyes and hurried over to the shower area. I rinsed the mud out of my hair and off my body before slipping into a short denim skirt, a brown tank top and a pair of work boots. I knew what I wanted tonight, and damn it, I was gonna go get it.
I walked back out, sashaying lightly as I made my way back to Em's truck. He had won the award for the biggest, best ride and I was aimin' to drive that hoss.
To my surprise; Emmett wasn't there, but his step-brother was. Edward took a drag off his cigarette and holding Em's key ring on his finger, said, "So, you wanna take a ride?"
I made to snatch the keys from him but he just curled his hand around them. "Ah-ah-ah, you didn't say the magic word."
"Give me the fucking keys and I won't stomp your nuts into the mud, Eddie."
He eyed me for a moment and I stared him down. Even without my heels, we were fairly close to the same height. His eyebrow rose as he tried to figure out if I was bluffing. I wasn't. And he knew it. He handed over the keys and I patted his cheek. "If you be a good boy, Edward, I might let you drive…something else."
I saw his Adam's apple bob up and down as I strolled over to the truck. I shook my ass a bit more than necessary, showing off my red thong as I put my one leg into the cab. I looked down and said, "You comin', Ed?"
I could have sworn I heard him say, "God, I hope so."
He climbed up into the passenger seat and I didn't even give him time to buckle his seat belt before I had cranked that bitch and had her out on the road before he could even catch his breath.
We rode until long past sundown through the woods and drying creek beds. He and I didn't speak until I pulled off next to a thicket. "Why are we stopping?" he asked.
I didn't speak for a moment, trying to work up my courage. "What are we doing, Edward?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
I shot him a look in the moonlight. "You know what I mean. We've been pussyfooting around each other for three years, Ed. I mean, you know about me and Em, but we're just foolin' around, passing the time. You and I both know Em's not really a straight player. I mean, come on." I gestured up and down my body. "If he hasn't fucked this yet, he's got to be gay."
Edward let out a snort and paused before saying, "You mean; you two have been faking a relationship for all these years?"
"No!" I told him. "Of course not! Those skanks in school are the ones that assumed because I'm the head cheerleader and he's the captain of the football team we're a couple. He wanted me to keep things on the DL, ya know? I mean, come on. Did you really think…?"
"Wait. So, okay…" he paused and then said, "You mean Emmett's gay and you two have been faking a relationship?"
"Well…now that I think about it, yeah; basically."
"So…you aren't with Emmett?"
I shook my head.
"And you've never been with Emmett?"
"Outside of some first and second base fumbling in ninth grade, nope."
"Oh, thank God," he muttered as he closed the distance between us and pulled me to him. His hands were everywhere and so were his lips. "Fuck, you taste good," he murmured.
"Georgia mud?" I asked with a giggle as he hit a ticklish spot on my neck.
"No; Rosalie. Straight up Rosalie Hale. Fucking delicious."
"Oh, God, Edward," I murmured as his hand reached up under my skirt. He didn't waste any time; he simply pushed my thong aside and thrust three fingers inside of me.
"Goddamn, you're wet," he murmured as he suckled on my earlobe.
"Fuck," I whimpered. "Fuck me, Edward. I need your cock."
"Outside," he growled into my ear. "I want you outside. Now."
If it was possible for me to get wetter, then I did. I had never heard Edward be forceful before. It was hot as hell.
I stood up on the small running board Em had added on especially for me and I didn't realize Edward had already walked around the truck until his hands grasped my hips; sliding up beneath the denim. "While this is sexy as fuck, Rose; the thong has got to go."
I nodded as his thumbs brushed my cunt through the red lace before his pinkies hooked around the side straps and tugged them down, over my boots, and off of me. I watched him put them in his pocket before he pulled me to him and thrust his tongue into me.
"Holy shit!" I yelled as I grasped the door for support. His tongue worked like a tornado around my clit before diving back into my pussy. He let out a moan that reverberated through my body, triggering a similar reaction from me.
He ate me like a fat kid eating an ice-cream cone; not stopping until I was completely spent; and after I came down from my orgasm, he picked me up and turned me around. "Ed…what…?" I said just moments before I felt his body covering mine; he had stepped up onto the running board with me.
"You want this?" he asked as he pushed his hardened length against me.
"Fuck," I whimpered.
"Do you?" he asked as he nibbled on my neck.
"Yes!" I cried out into the night.
"You on something?" he asked me as I felt his bare cock against my ass.
"Ungfh, yeah, birth control."
"I don't have any protection, Rose; but I'm clean, I swear."
"I believe you," I told him. Edward wasn't a player like most people thought he was. Most of the stories were made up about him in school. In fact, the only girl he had been with was Bella Swan and they broke up a few months ago.
"You ready for me?" he asked softly.
"God yes," I said on a moan.
He grasped my hips and I bent over to rest on the seat as he thrust into me.
"Fuck!" we both yelled as we joined. His body curved over mine as his hands roamed over me. I felt him pulling my shirt up; palming my breasts by turn as his other hand toyed with my still sensitive clit.
"You're so tight; so wet, Rosie," he panted into my ear. The sounds of skin slapping, moaning and heavy breathing drowned out the tree frogs and crickets as we drove each other toward the edge.
"I can't hold back anymore," he gasped as he picked up his pace.
"Finish me, Edward. Finish us."
His fingers continued to work me; nipple and clit as he thrust until I cried out in ecstasy only moments before his own cry of release.
He fell lightly on top of me; both of us a sweating, wheezing puddle of pleasure. "That was…" he said.
"I know," I murmured.
"I think I love you, Rosie," he whispered into the night.
"I think I love you too."
End Flashback
But all good things must come to an end and our time together was short. We spent the next few weeks in a blissful haze before our lives choices came into play. Edward had chosen to follow in his father, Carlisle's, footsteps and go to medical school. He was starting Duke in the fall.
And me? I was going to the community college. I was taking classes with Emmett and we were going into restoring cars together.
I had walked away from Edward for his own benefit just two days before he was slated to leave for college.
Emmett and I went into business together for a short period of time after we graduated before I stumbled upon a stranded motorist; a rich entrepreneur by the name of Royce King who owned every single hot rod he could find and three different television shows that restored various hot rods, classic cars and motorcycles. Unfortunately for him, he knew shit about cars. I got him started with a changed spark plug and a date for Saturday night.
It turned out that he was very impressed with my talent along with my looks and not two weeks later, I was out in California starring in my own restoration program on the TV.
So now, here I was; a famous TV star, a former Playboy centerfold, and rich beyond my means driving around in a classically restored Rolls Royce 1926 Silver Ghost Boat-Tale Speedster. It had cost a mint, but it was so worth it. I'd even had the paint job done with some sexy pinstriping and a two-tone color scheme.
And I was terrified to get out of my car.
I felt my cell phone buzzing and looked at it. Emmett. Hey, babe. You coming in or what? I want you to meet Jacob.
I blew out a breath. I hadn't had a chance to meet Emmett's new flame, but from the pictures I saw, he was fuckhot.
I looked back at the school doors and my breath caught as I saw a hint of familiar copper colored hair.
I didn't think twice as I put pedal to medal and tore ass out of the parking lot.
I drove back to my parent's house, sneaking in so I wouldn't be heard if Mama had come home early, and dashed back up to my room, falling onto my bed, sobbing. I felt my phone vibrate again. Babe, you coming?
I wiped my eyes and looked down at the photo album that had fallen to the floor when I flopped onto the mattress. Pictures of mine and Edward's summer together had fallen out of it and now covered the carpet. I grasped the phone and texted back; I can't, Em. He's there, isn't he? I can't do it.
I picked up one of the pictures of Edward and I; we were sitting on my mama's porch swing, sipping sweet tea out of Mason jars. We were both smiling like loons. Emmett had snapped the picture of us. I was nuzzled up on Edward and we both had some of the sweetest smiles on our faces…
My phone buzzed once more and Emmett's text came through one last time. Here's his number, Rosie. Call him. I started sobbing once more and cried myself to sleep.
It was after midnight when I awoke. My phone was in my hand, as was the picture of us. I saw that happiness on our faces and I felt two more tears slipping down my face.
I had torn us apart. Was it possible that I could undo it? Was there any way possible that things could get back to how they were? Could we get back together again?
I needed him. I knew that. I hadn't been whole since I had left Edward that day; everything else, from my 'fame' to my botched marriage with the cheating whore, Royce, had all been a shame. A farce. An attempt at the happiness I had torn apart.
I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't fight it. I needed him.
I held onto the phone like a lifeline as I dialed the numbers I hadn't realized I had memorized…
Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
Author's Note
Rosalie's car: bit (dot) ly / cSHTQW