Fallstaff

This is a little one shot I wrote for a comp that unfortunately shut before I got my arse around to entering this.

Its not Beta'd so mistakes are all my own.

Stephenie Meyer owns characters. All virtue is long gone in all characters. Lots of lemons.

BPOV

"But Dad, I just can't believe that Steven was the killer. He was such a nice guy." Bella walked around to where her "father" was standing, he held his arms out and she nestled into his shoulder, softly crying.

"Yeah well just consider this a warning sweetie. All future boyfriends may be murders until proven otherwise. I think we really should consider that remote convent in Connecticut." Edward ruffled his "daughters" hair and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Thanks dad, at least I know you are one guy I can always rely on." She looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

"Thats right puddin', That and Jerry's chocolate icecream. Want a scoop?"

"Make it two."

They walked around to the other side of the counter, Edward getting out the icecream, while Bella got the bowls.

"And Cut! That's a wrap ladies and gentleman. 8am tomorrow people, location shoot. Thanks very much!" Eric shouted out over the camera's being packed up and assistants running around.

"You nailed that crying scene today, very realistic. Even I felt like chopping some guys balls off." Edward replaced the shows token icecream in the fridge. Tidying was a force of habit she guessed. Although this fridge was real, as was the icecream, such was the motivation of their characters to have at least one icecream "father-daughter debrief" per show. She at least could avoid the gym today, they hadn't had to consume any this episode.

"Thanks, Ed, You were very fatherly today." She felt like adding "Unfortunately."

As was per Hollywood these days, she played the 16 year old Megan, despite being 22, and Edward played the 37 year old lawyer James Fallstaff, despite being 34. Hollywood wanted its youth older and its aging dichotomy held an increasing frustration for Bella, as she was finding herself attracted to her co-star.

"Yeah, fatherly." His voice took on a far away tone, which Bella interpreted as frustration, but was most likely because he was still sensitive about playing her father, when in all reality it was unlikely, unless they were in outer Mongolia where 12 year old boys regularly fathered children.

"Do you want to get a drink or something? Today was really heavy." She suggested hopefully.

"You're not even legal young lady!" He must have seen her face fall, she could certainly feel her eyes becoming hardened.

"What I meant to say was yes, this has been a heavy day play acting, far too much seriousness in this episode of "Fallstaff". I kinda like it when I just get to play the metrosexual fun dad instead of supportive emotional father. So lets go get slammed at the local then."

She smiled, relieved that at least he wanted to drink with her, this would be the first time she had been brave enough to ask him out to drinks without inviting half the cast and crew along.

He must have read her mind.

"You want cast & crew or do you want a quiet one, we could run lines?"

"Ugh no work, its creepy Ed, playing a 16 year old drinking at a bar and running lines about murderer boyfriends. Who by the way, haven't murdered anyone technically yet until tomorrow's filming."

"Yeah, fair enough. You and me then."

He held out his arm in a gesture that was supposed to be galant, the father escorting the daughter out of the room. She gingerly took his arm. They made their way to her towncar where she told her driver to drop them off at the local cocktail bar, 'Slinky Lewey's'. It was frequented by mostly the crew and the paparazzi were never around. It wasn't trendy enough for them to warrant keeping an eye on, so the cast quite often found themselves for end of filming wrap ups once a week. As this was Wednesday, and they still had two days of filming on the episode, it was unlikely there would be too many people at the bar to bother them.

They made their way in, finding a small booth at the back and ordered two beers from the waitress who made an appearance.

"You hungry?" Edward inquired.

Was she hungry? Yes. Very. She was hungry to see what his gorgeous full lips would taste like and if he could lift her up against a wall.

"Um, Yes?" she managed to stutter out. She ran her fingers through her fringe, realising to her chagrin that a braid was still present from filming today. Great, she thought, I look like a frikkin 16 year old. At least she had thrown on some extra eyeliner and darker lipstick. Her character was all about the natural wholesome teenager. Which she wished Edward would start to think she was anything but.

"Wanna go halves in a pizza? They make the most amazing feta and basil pizza here. You'll probably hear your arteries clogging as you eat it, but it may be well worth the risk."

"Consider me a risk taker then." Yes for the love of baby Jesus, please consider me a risk taker Edward.

They chatted idly about the show, its success, the fact they had been picked up for a fourth season, and it was only half way through the current season. They also got to talking about Edward's on screen love interest Rosalie.

Edwards character was a lawyer, who was secretly in love with Kathryn Bathwaite, played by Rosalie Hale. Kathryn in turn was secretly in love with Fallstaff, but neither told each other. This season was probably going to culminate with both characters finally being aware of each others attraction, before some tragedy occurred. Like Kathryn discovering the killer of her father, and being shot at, or kidnapped, or something similar.

"You know I find Rosalie to be a good actor, but she's not my type and I'm dreading kissing her. But that's just between you and me. A father can share these secrets with his daughter."

Bella pushed the half finished pizza plate away from her, making a scraping noise with her plate. Would she always just be his proxy daughter to him?

"Er you okay?" He smiled questioningly at her.

"No I'm not. I mean yes I am okay but not. Oh for fuck sake. This situation is shit."

"What situation?" He asked with a croaky voice.

EPOV

Edward had almost choked out the words. Oh shit she knew. She was aware of his attraction to her. Now she was going to let him down and let him know he was a creepy old perve.

He hoped the pitch of his voice was calm enough.

"Edward, what am I to you?" Now he genuinely was choking, having taken a sip of his now flat beer, trying to breath between his coughing.

She leaned over and patted his back, he caught a glimpse of the subtle crest of her breasts, she was wearing a leopard print bra, which was altogether surprising to him.

"What do you mean Bella?" Oh please don't tell me she knows.

"Okay cards on the table. Hypothetically should a 34 year old man date a 22 year old woman? Discuss."

"Um Bella, look I'm sorry but I agree with you, I'm so sorry, I have tried to keep this professional and it will just ruin our relationship if this goes further."

"Oh Fine then." Bella got up to leave. She pulled out her purse and threw a few twenties on the table.

It more than paid for the meal.

"I'll see you tomorrow Ed." She left.

BPOV

The last thing she expected was for him to make an appearance next to her on the curb.

"We need to talk. Somewhere quiet though. Is your place okay?"

Did she want him in her place? They had run lines there before, towards the end of the previous season when she had been kidnapped on the show. They had wanted to make the final scene where he was negotiating with the kidnapper as realistic as possible. They had rehearsed for hours, finally her emotions so raw that her sobbing was real. It had garnered both of them an Emmy nomination. For which they would be making an appearance together the following month.

In the meantime she had forgotten to answer.

"Bella? Please we need to get along for the sake of the show, lets talk."

"Yeah, that seems rational, but lets take separate cabs."

Edward agreed, and she took the first cab. Her mind was whirling. What was he going to talk about? The fact that he had long suspected that she was attracted to him and now he was going to let her down easy. Let her down in her own apartment. Where she couldn't make a scene and where the reputation of the show couldn't be tarnished?

She shakily let herself into her apartment. Her New York home that she owned and had decorated herself. She hoped it reflected the successful actor that she was, not too girlie, but stylish with a hint of whimsy. She glanced quickly around the room checking it was tidy enough for a visitor. She looked at the plush white rug and wingback chairs, covered in a fabric that she had searched a year for, a beautiful pattern of a brown and purple flowers, a large overstuffed couch in matching soft stripes, the tv unit hidden in an in place. Bless her cleaner's cotton socks.

She went over to her drinks cabinet, a sophisticated chrome and leather piece that opened seductively, its dark timber holding crystal glasses and a few of her favorite wines, but mostly spirits.

He drank Canadian Club over ice. She poured this for him now, getting a bucket of cubes from the ice-maker on the fridge. She toyed with the stereo, choosing the album on her ipod from Gotye. She particularly liked the track "Somebody that I used to Know". It was sultry, Gotye's voice reminiscent of Sting's.

A soft knock at the door broke her out of her reverie.

She spotted herself in the reflection of the ornate chrome mirror by the door. She pulled out her braid, flipped her hair over and released it from its plaited prison. She looked wild, the braid having given her hair a curly kinkiness. She was still wearing her black Marc's shirt from work, she undid the top two buttons and kicked off her shoes. If she was going to suffer the indignity of being told she was too young to date him, she was going to at least be comfortable.

She opened the door.

EPOV

He had agonized during the entire trip. How could he let Bella know that he was out of line for liking her "in that way" without her thinking he was a creepy old man? A creepy old pervy man. His cock was still hard from the quick peek he had taken at her leopard print bra. He had thought her more a pink bra kind of girl. It was completely unexpected. Deliciously seductively unexpected.

When he knocked on her door he had nearly baulked and ran the other way. She had taken so long to answer. When she did open the door he was surprised. She had taken the braid out of her hair and it was sitting all around her shoulders, slinking its way down her back, softly curling. He noticed two of her buttons were further undone. Had he misinterpreted her distress at the bar? Was she looking like this because she liked him? A hopeful light was dawning in his mind.

BPOV

She let Edward in, indicating to the chairs in the lounge room. She went over to the icebucket and added cubes to his drink. She decided if he picked the lounge chair then perhaps he was into her and if he picked the wingchair it was decidedly over. A single chair for a man who wanted to keep his distance from his younger co-star.

She closed her eyes and took a breath before turning around, happy to discover he had chosen the oversized lounge chair. He wasn't shrinking into the corner either.

She nervously put his glass down.

"Are you trying to get me drunk Bella?" Edward said pointing to his drink. Which was alone on the table. Oh shit she hadn't gotten herself one. She felt like Tequila.

She blushed and went back to the cabinet, making herself a Vodka lime and soda. She put in plenty of Vodka. She took a quick sip. Exhaling as it took her breath away.

'Fuckit' she thought, she was gonna need it that strong.

"Sorry, your drink has a companion now. Wasn't sure if you were going to drink it and not sure why I didn't get my own." She flopped herself onto the couch, tucking her leg under her body and leaning her arm on the back of the chair.

She gulped a further sip.

"You gonna answer my hypothetical question?"

EPOV

"There are a lot of complications with a hypothetical man dating a hypothetically younger woman. Especially when she is his college in a workplace and potentially there is a significant risk that both said parties could lose their jobs because hypothetically the public thinks that they are father and daughter and not lovers." He watched her drink her drink like it was water and she was dying of thirst. He would have to stop her from making another one if he was going to have this conversation with her.

"So hypothetically you are okay with a hypothetical age gap of 12 years."

"Hypothetically are you okay with the hypothetical age gap?"

"Yes. Edward I think I'm okay with it. I'm over the legal age of consent. My parents don't live with me. I own my own apartment, and several investment properties in 3 countries. I have a personal chef, a housekeeper and a lovely elderly man who drives me around in a nice car because I hate driving. I am a grown up girl. I'm not a 16 year old child. I think I've an awareness of the situation."

She was putting her cards on the table. He wasn't sure how much awareness she really had.

"Bella I'm 34 and I've been playing the Hollywood game for far too long. I don't want you to feel obligated or because you think I have sway with the writers on the show and can get you more air time."

She slapped him. Hard. She got up and walked over to the drinks cabinet and helped herself to another generous slosh of Vodka. It was Grey Goose. This time she didn't bother with the soda.

He felt he deserved the slap of her response. A real woman would've slapped him. A child would have freaked out.

He watched as she fumbled with the ice cubes and abandoned the ice tongs, shoving her hand into the bucket and adding the cubes to her drink. She licked the water slowly off her hand. She was trying to cool down. His penis found the movement of her tongue over her slender fingers intoxicating. His penis wanted her. And it could potentially fuck both of their careers.

BPOV

She breathed in and out, trying to find the patience not to kick him in the head. He looked awkward on the couch, like he was regretting what he had said.

He was right though. It would screw over both their careers if she started to date him. It would be impossible. She would like to try at least.

She rejoined him on the couch this time sitting as close to the far edge of the couch as she could. She curled her legs up towards her body, shielding herself from him.

"I'm sorry I slapped you, I'll get you some ice if you think its gonna bruise."She had ice packs in the fridge, as a former dancer she was always icing or heating some tender muscle or tendon.

"No I deserved it. Plus you slap like a girl." His eyes crinkled in the corner as he tried to make light of the situation.

"No you didn't it was a reasonable Hollywood world kind of question to ask. I got to where I am because of talent. I've never had to sleep with anyone. My parents aren't connected, I went for multiple auditions for every role I've ever taken. I've gotten every role I have auditioned for, in case you haven't noticed, I'm kinda talented."

He leaned closer to her. She moved her legs down sideways, so they weren't making such a formidable fortress against him.

"Did you ever think it was going to maybe be weird kissing somebody who plays your father?"

"Well, why don't you hypothetically try to kiss me and we'll see if its even worth pursuing anything. It could be very very weird. But let me have another swig of this before you do."

She went to drink and Edward took the glass out of her hand.

"I think we both need to be sober, and consenting. Do you consent to me kissing you?"

She stifled a giggle. "Yes, Edward I consent. You're doing this as a consenting adult. I'm an adult consenting. Consent away with my mouth Edward." She was blabbering.

He leaned in towards her, then leaned back. He cleared his throat and shook his shoulders like he was warming up for a scene.

"For crying out loud Edward, its not a scene. No one is watching. Its just you and me. A girl and a boy."

"Can we just for shits and giggles call ourselves a man and a woman? It kind of helps my cause if that's okay." He breathed out again, puffing the air out of his mouth.

"Ugh Okay. Again, not a scene Ed."

"Don't call me Ed."

"Why?"

"Because it ages me by about 60 years making this situation even worse."

She pushed his chest as he leaned in towards her again.

"Just wait. Lets rethink this. Okay you sit here and I'm gonna lean in and kiss you. That way I'm the stupid naive young woman who is kissing you and not the other way around."

EPOV

"Yeah I agree that would be easier." He settled himself down on the couch, a little further away from her. He turned to face her, getting himself prepared mentally.

She began what he would say was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

Cat like she crawled carefully towards him, like he was a deer that was going to startle easily. When she reached him she sat back on her haunches, lifting both hands to either side of his face.

"Close your eyes." She breathed into his face with a whisper like voice. He braced his hands behind him, fearful they would roam all over her body and betray the intent of this experiment.

Her lips fitted against his, going slowly at first she seemed to be ascertaining his fear factor. He groaned into her mouth as they applied more pressure against each other. Her hands moving into his hair and pulled to gain more leverage. He felt like he could swallow her whole, he tried to manage his aggression but there was something about the way in which his body was responding to hers. He moved his body upwards, overpowering hers, and began to suck and lick her pale neck. She tasted salty, with fading perfume from this morning. He could again see her bra, her breasts bouncing underneath them as she pushed her body towards his. He froze. This was going too fast. He needed to stop and take stock.

BPOV

She felt him stop. No, no,no, she had freaked him out. She needed to regain control. Or lose control. What could she do to make him start again?

"Stop thinking Edward, just go with how you feel. Consenting remember. I consent to everything. Everything Edward. It's okay." She placed her forehead on his.

"This isn't wrong. Dos it feel wrong?" She could feel her voice becoming higher pitched. It was so raw this feeling she had for him. She had kept it under wraps for two years, and now it was coming unravelled like a woolen ball being attacked by a feisty kitten.

"No, it doesn't feel wrong. It feels really good. I just, this is a bit sudden Bella."

"Well, how about we just kiss some more and then call it a night. Just stop when it gets weird or whatever. I just really like kissing you. It doesn't have to go any further."

"Bit of a role reversal there isn't it, a younger woman trying to tell the older man that she isn't trying to take advantage of him?"

"Shut up with the age shit Edward, just shut up. Just let's touch and kiss and if it leads to whatever then thats okay too. Stop thinking and start feeling."

She could feel him starting to relax.

"Okay Bella, lets just see where this goes. How far is too far, I need a hard limit?" She wanted everything. She couldn't risk that he would run and this would be her last chance.

"Okay well your hard limit is welcome inside of me if that doesn't freak you out. Um condoms are a requirement. I hate having that conversation."

"Well that solves it, I don't have any so we'll just keep it at kissing."

"Edward, I have some in my bathroom upstairs. If you're consenting, I'd like to go upstairs and do consensual things with you."

"How about we just start and then if it goes that far we will go upstairs? That way there isn't any pressure and I won't feel like shit if you want to stop."

"Okay deal. Now shut up and let something other than your brain do the thinking."

He moved towards her again, no fear, not stopping. His hands ran from her hips, up to her back as his lips greeted hers with a renewed force. She couldn't believe it when his body was completely covering hers, she could feel his cock rubbing against her denim clad jeans. That had to be painful. She made eye contact with him, looking down at the zipper on his jeans and getting nonverbal permission to ease down his fly.

EPOV

Every inch of his cock twitched as she slowly release it from it's denim clad prison. Every click of each tooth in the zipper made his cock exponentially more excited. Her hand moved its way around the top of his jeans, pushing them further down his arse. She let her hand sit on his right buttock, before slowly grabbing a handful and squeezing. The pressure added further tension to his already swelling cock. Time meant nothing, but this aggressive kissing and arse kneading may have gone on for an hour. He moved his body further up hers, pressing against her pubic bone, in a move he hoped was stimulating for her. She let out a little groan and ground her hips up towards his.

"Bella do you want to stop, because I think we're reaching the point of no return." He hurriedly whispered this into her ear, waiting for her say so before he started to undo her blouse. He was getting desperate, she had him on fire. He needed to be inside her, he could barely contain the lust he was feeling. He was going to explode soon at any rate.

"Don't stop Edward. Just, upstairs." She panted.

He moved off her, lifting her body up towards his, getting her ridiculously long legs wrapped around his waist in a reverse piggy back. He walked them over to the kitchen bench and perched her upon the bench top.

"This has to go first."

He slowly undid the remainder of her buttons, and removed the blouse from her chest with assistance. She went to undo her bra and he tisked at her.

"My job." He demonstrated his prowess at bra removal, one quick flick between his thumb and middle finger and her breasts were removed from their leopard printed covering.

"I love this bra by the way."

She put her finger over his mouth. "Shhhh" She kissed his cheek and worked her way across his face to his ear. She nibbled on it, pulling at the fleshy lobe, effectively silencing his declaration of love for faux leopard print.

He wiggled himself out of his jeans while she continued to kiss him. He started to unzip her jeans, she pulled away from him, arching her back and lifting her arse off the countertop, while he disposed of her jeans in an awkward motion. Damn skin tight jeans. She giggled a little at his struggles, he pushed her back into the arched position she had been in, punishing her for doubting his manly undressing skills by tracing his tongue from her belly button all the way up and over both breasts and to her neck. He held her head in his hand and he relentless went from being attentive to her neck to slowly sucking at each breast, pulling at her nipple.

She sighed contentedly.

He looked up at her. This was her last chance to run, to put a stop to it. He made her look him in the eyes, gently stroking her neck as he did so.

"I'd like to go upstairs with you. If you want to stop, now is a good time to say so."

"Please don't stop. Its okay. I'm okay. Better than okay." She smiled in agreement, running her fingers and pushing his hair behind his ear.

He moved her off the countertop and they walked hand in hand towards the stairs. He paused at the bottom.

"You Okay?" she asked.

He nodded, but she took the initiative, taking the lead and pulling him without too much resistance up the staircase behind her. They made their way into the room he assumed was hers, a large bed, that he could readily identify as a Martha Stewart Hamptons bed. He knew this because he had the same bed. Her linen was decidedly more feminine than his though.

She left him sitting on the edge of the bed while she went into the bathroom. He breathed steadily, his brain fully fine that his dick was about to enter his costar. Except she wasn't his costar, she was a beautiful seductive woman who wanted him, which was fine, because he had wanted her since they first auditioned together a few years ago. Except back then he thought she was auditioning for the role that Rosalie won. Oh crap he was about to have sex with his on screen daughter. His penis was starting to agree that this was not a pleasant thought when she walked back in the room. She was braless, wearing only the matching leopard print underwear. Boy pants he thought was the style. No slutty G-string for this woman. Penis decided it was all okay again. Brain was following penis.

She moved towards him placing her hands on his chest and running them over his shoulders and back again.

"You okay?" It was interesting how they both were worried the other was going to freak out at any moment.

"Yeah. Panicked for 30 seconds there, but now you're back I can't recall what I was worried about."

"Edward we can stop at any time remember."

He nodded. He wanted her badly. He eased back onto the bed, she followed, she lay down next to him, he watched her chest rise and fall and he traced her smooth stomach with his finger. She passed him the condom and looped a finger into his pants effectively giving him permission to be naked and in her. He put the latex onto his straining penis, lucky that he didn't come merely at the thought that in a few moments he would be inside of her. He made quick work of her underwear and then rolled over, trying not to squish her with his body weight.

Suddenly her lips were upon his and her mouth was moving passionately with his. She grabbed his hips and was parting her legs, guiding him towards Havanna. They both gasped when they finally met in the middle. He took a few moments to still his erratic heart, trying not to come within the first few seconds of being inside her. She was tight, and so warm, his stomach was touching hers and her breasts were splaying either side of her chest. Her face was radiant, a small sprinkle of sweat appearing on her flushed face. She touched his cheek, nodding that she wanted him to continue.

He moved his legs and parted hers more effectively, each movement sending him closer to the edge. His dick fucking loved her, he wanted to make her his home for as long as possible. He thrust towards her, gently at first, but harder when her legs moved to gather more leverage, eventually she was embracing his waist with them.

He came in huge gushing waves. His heart pounding from the exertion. It had been the best sex he had had in his life and he would die if he didn't get to experience it again on a regular basis. She owned him.

BPOV

Bella panted underneath him, her legs weak and the muscles in her back and arse starting to feel wobbly from being tensed, gripping him for what seemed like hours. Edward rolled over and removed the little love package, while she ducked into the bathroom to freshen up. Edward followed and they sat in bed afterwards. She didn't bother covering her breasts up under the sheets, she felt strangely comfortable naked in his presence.

"So was that weird or not?" She wanted to clear up the elephant in the room.

"So not. Really, strangely not weird."

"Not weird enough to do it secretly maybe again?" She lowered her eyelids and looked at the print on the bedlinen. She was an actress after all, and most actresses motivation was for the approval and adoration of others.

"Secretly, yes, again and again. In public, well we are going to have to be very very careful. This would be about as bad as Mike Brady screwing one of his kids."

"Except Mike Brady was gay, and his kids were really really young, and underage, and not really a good juxtaposition of our situation."

"So how do you think you can act at work? We have to be the same as always, no sideways glances, no notes, no nothing."

"I agree, our life is about to become espionage like though. JJ says that the show has got another 2 seasons at least, so we have to work together for that time. Regardless of what happens, we need to keep this a secret. Now and forever. It's a career sinker for both of us."

She waited for his answer.

"I think we need to probably head over to each others place, maybe twice a week to rehearse our scenes, you know, really earn our Emmy noms."

She smiled.

"With the amount of rehearsals I'd like to do with you, I think the awards already got your name on it."

Okay so its a little different.

Thoughts? Do I keep it as a one shot or continue?