It's Gettin' Hot in Herre
"What the hell, Edward."
He laughed at me. Rosalie had already pulled Emmett into the club, and probably onto the dance floor by now, and Alice was coaxing Jasper into the door, her pixie grin ablaze with mischief. I knew something was up as soon as Alice gave me this outfit. It was certainly not the typical Bella Swan get up. In short, Charlie would have had a heart attack and arrested all of us on charges of visual fornication. Or at least that's how it felt. Alice had me in shorter than short tight black sophies, three inch heels that I was amazed hadn't made me trip yet, and a long sleeved low in the chest, high up my waist red V-neck. To top it all off, my hair had been pulled back in a messy bun, arranged tastefully with two chopsticks.
Edward might have been laughing, and I might have felt ridiculous…but I could certainly get used to the way he was looking at me.
That, however, still did not excuse where we were.
"Oh come on, Bella! Have some fun!!"
Alice, it seemed, had succeeded in persuading Jasper to enter Club Vulcan, and he was sliding past the bouncer, and into the small entrance. Out of the cool night and into the hot, sweaty ambience that seemed to characterize what I'd seen of Seattle nightlife so far.
Edward chuckled to again. "Yes, Bella," he repeated, that too well placed smile spreading across his perfect lips, "Have some fun."
This time he didn't give me a chance to protest and instead grabbed me firmly around the waist and pulled me to his side and followed an unsteady couple (leaning on each other for support, the big-shirted guy's hand stuck all the way in her back pocket, the tight jeaned girl leaning into him like there was no friction between her feet and the ground) into the club.
Edward pulled me along, already getting a small hop in his step as what someone yelled was Ludacris blasted from speakers as tall as I am. The ceiling was high, adorned with flashing lights, casting the crowd of people on the dance floor in alternating blues, purples, reds, greens, and oranges. The DJ yelled "STAND UP!" and the recorded Ludacris yelled it back. Edward asked me if I wanted a drink. I glanced over at the bartender, a skimpily dressed, dark skinned woman who was smiling seductively at him. I shook my head and he laughed again. I wanted to know what was so funny. And I also wanted the bartender to stop looking at my boyfriend. Ridiculously attractive vampire or not, he was still mine. Actually tonight he looked downright sexy.
A black blazer offset by a white kerchief in the pocket hung just right over a perfectly starched silken collared shirt of the same color. The small silver pendant shaped like a fang that I'd bought him rested ominously atop the third and last button he'd left undone, threatening to disappear inside his shirt, onto his flawless chest.
He leaned in close to me then, not having missed what must have shown on my face in reference to the bartender. He whispered and I could somehow hear him over the blasting music, now pounded out by someone named Gucci Mane.
"You look absolutely stunning tonight."
To this day, I don't know what got into me. Whatever it was, it made me turn my head just enough so my lips grazed his ear as I spoke.
"Really, Edward?" It sounded more like a taunt than a question.
Was I hallucinating or did he just…moan? Must have been hearing things.
He nodded.
I smirked. "You don't look half bad yourself."
Understatement of the millenium. It made him laugh again though, low and quiet against my skin.
"Care to dance, Bella?"
At this point, I lost "it," still unsure of what "it" was. "E-Edward…you know I can't dance."
I was mortified. I was bad enough at walking. With the high heels and the dancing I was going to be lucky if I didn't break any bones…whether they be mine or someone else's.
Edward must have sensed my unease. "You know how you agreed to cooperate tonight, Bella?"
"Yes," I muttered, cursing myself for my idiocy. Why was it so difficult to say no to Alice?
"This is one of those times where you need to make good on that promise."
And once again, without giving me a chance to protest, we were suddenly out in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by gyrating 20 year olds, some of them rapping along to the music, the men's hands pressed into the women's hips, which were swaying and popping in time to the end of Freaky Gurl by Gucci Mane.
"Oh my god."
There were Emmett and Rosalie in the center of it all, Emmett's hands roaming all over her body, even disappearing under her shirt two or three times, invariably making her throw her head back against his broad chest, mouthing his name.
Edward was laughing again. Emmett heard it and looked up briefly from Rose's shoulder to flash his brother a devilish grin. His gaze flitted towards me for a millisecond, his grin widening, and then he pressed his lips back onto her shoulder and they were lost in the crowd once again, and Edward's hands were snaking around from the back to rest on my hips, pulling me back into him. The song had changed.
Hot in…so hot in here…so hot in…ah! Oh!
Wanna a lil' bit of uh uh…
Just a lil' bit of uh uh just a little bit of
Uh…uh…
Then his hands were precariously low on my hips. I could smell his intoxicating scent as he guided me, rocking me against him…out…in…up…I felt his body against every line of mine…
I was like good gracious, ass is bodacious
Oh flirtacious, tryin to show patience
I'm waitin for the right time to shoot my steez (you know)
And it felt so good…Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back onto his shoulder, resting my hands on top of the forearm around my waist, reassuringly tight, which was now partially holding me up…He let out a low noise…he was so close to my ear now I hardly could have misheard him…
Waitin for the right time to flash them keys
Then um I'm leavin, please believin (oh)
Me and the rest of my heathens
Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons
"It" was suddenly back again. I couldn't control myself. Suddenly I was pushing back in time with his movements which had at some point become gentle thrusts…he murmured "Bella…"
Penthouse, rooftop, birds I feedin
No deceiving, nothing up my sleeve, and no teasin
I need you to get up up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin for (oh)
His lips were on my neck now and the lights were making the room hazy…his hands dropped lower and began to caress my bare thigh…the chill of his touch made me gasp out his name. He stopped. His voice was low, somehow achieving a husky velvet.
"I'm sorry, Bella."
He started to remove his hand from my leg when I suddenly grabbed it.
I somehow managed to choke out, "Don't stop."
He complied…and then he was driving me crazy, slowly working his hands to my inner thigh…somewhere a few inches up from his hands began to throb…his lips were on my ear now, moving but saying nothing… "Edward…" It was so hot all of a sudden…I pushed back into him, seeking his cool touch…his hands slipped higher…
Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you
And can't nobody stop the juice, so baby tell me what's the use?
I reached up behind me to clasp my hands around his neck, pulling his head down to mine, pressing my lips against his…it was a pleasant surprise to realize he had thrown caution to the wind. His lips bore down on mine, forcing them open as his hands slipped higher…I realized what he was going to do…I finally let out a loud moan, but the music was so loud I could barely hear myself- but Edward did…he drove his tongue into my mouth, ice cold and invigorating…
(I said)
It's getting hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes
I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off.
I cried out when his fingers slipped into me, pumping in time with the music… "Edward!" I gasped, having had to break the kiss to breathe…I threw my head back against his shoulder and he pressed his face into my neck, letting his tongue explore its contours…
I could barely hear the music now…Edward was murmuring my name over and over into my now sweaty skin. He must have felt my legs buckle because one hand stopped its motions and moved back around my waist to hold me up. I leaned heavily against him and turned to look at his face. He looked how I felt. His eyes were the deepest black inside his butterscotch irises, his chest heaving, even though I knew he hadn't had to breathe in a long time. My hands clasped around the collar of his jacket and tugged him to me again, kissing him, then across his jaw line. I let myself reach inside his coat, tracing along his perfect chest, then down his side, across his waistband…
He caught my lips again, roughly and I kissed him back with as much fervor, not wanting to lose the feeling of him against me.
"Bella," he said, his voice deep and gruff.
I kissed his lips again. "I'm listening." Despite the heat pooling from somewhere in my abdomen.
"Bella, I need to get of here...I need us to get out of here."
I shivered at what he was saying to me. "Do you understand, Bella?"
I nodded tentatively, and took his hand, wondering how the hell I was going to walk now.
Let it fall out!
I like it when ya ah..ah..
Girl, baby, make it ah, ah
Oh!