Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine. (pouts)

A/N: Nothing much to say except that this one is for pam halliwell who is the best friend a person could have. Thanks for the idea. I had tons of fun with it, hope you'll enjoy.

I'll be your lover too.

The atmosphere in the club was suffocating. The air was so thick it was almost hard to breathe. The crowd of dancing drunks had been fun to watch two hours ago, now it was just plain boring and sad. I was sitting alone on the smallest stool known to man in front of an even smaller table where the empty glasses of my now drunk friends were standing. My back and my butt hurt but I couldn't let go of a table Rose and Alice had chosen. I was asked to dance a lot but after the second violation of my personal space I decided to decline any other proposition. Men were usually pigs, drunken men were stupid pigs.

This outing was a major waste of my time. I wanted to spend the night with my friends that I had barely seen this week (responsible adults with important job and all that crap) but doing that in a club was not the brightest of ideas. We tried to catch up on the last week's event but we could barely hear each other over the loud music. Emmett had insisted we try the new Hip-Hop club that opened two weeks ago. Definitely not my usual kind of music but like Rosie had pointed out it was important to let loose sometimes, something I had not done in a long time. In a city like New York, getting V.I.P entries for the newest and most talked about club was a mini miracle. Well, it would have been if Emmett's little sister and my best friend wasn't Alice Cullen-Hale; senior editor at Vogue. It had been easier than a walk in the park. I suspected it would have been just as easy even if she wasn't a prestigious fashion editor. That woman had a way of getting everything she wanted. So here I was, alone, in physical pain, bored to death and ready to emasculate the next idiot who asked if "we had met somewhere or something" (insert eye roll here). Not exactly my idea of fun.

I looked around the stuffed club, trying to catch a glimpse of my dancing friends but it was hard to see through the hordes of gesticulating fools. This club had lost its appeal about fifteen minutes after we got in. I remembered the queue of people freezing their butts outside, desperately trying to get in. I wanted to get out there, pick out one of the girls with way too short skirts and trade my place with her; she'd definitely appreciate this place more than I ever would. And then I'd probably have to flee the country if I didn't want Alice to strangle me to death. Leaving was not an option, no matter how much I wanted to get to my warm and non-crowded bed. Alice would have something to say about the emptiness of it but thank God she could not read my mind, at least I was almost sure of that.

I finished my third coke of the evening (oh the joys of being the designated driver) and looked up just in time to watch my four friends, my family in so many ways, make their way back to our table. They looked disheveled and out of breath but the smiles were so huge on each of their faces that all my bitterness evaporated in the blink of an eye. Jasper was holding Alice's hand while she lead them to the table. He was laughing, his eyes soft and loving and his head was shaking at his over excited wife. She could not decide between walking, bouncing or dancing and most people were looking at her curiously but she couldn't care less. It was pretty funny. Emmett had his arms wrapped around Rosalie and she was laughing while he nuzzled the side of her neck. I've never seen love displayed more beautifully than with these four.

I smiled as they joined me around the table. Alice and Jasper on my right and Rosalie and Emmett on my left with the Cullen siblings sandwiching me. Alice let go of her husband and put her head on my shoulder. I smiled down at her and she grinned.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"Lots! Jasper is an excellent dancer," she smirked his way and he winked. "But you're my next partner," she exclaimed with a twinkle of her eyes. I winced and she pouted. "Bella," she warned. "You promised!"

"You did," Emmett put in with a mischievous grin.

"You're just waiting for me to land on my derrière in front of all these people," I pouted and he grinned wider. Rose and Alice glared at him while I rolled my eyes.

"A promise is a promise," he tried to look nonchalant about it but the mirth dancing in his eyes told me another story. I crossed my arms and prepared to defend a case I knew was already lost.

"She," I pointed with a glare at Alice, "ambushed me!"

"I did not!" she said with a gasp.

"You did too! It was six in the morning and you said I couldn't have coffee if I didn't dance tonight. Oh and by the way, that key you kept was for emergencies only."

"The end justifies the means," she said with a smirk.

"No more barging in at 6 in the morning, end of story," I pointed a finger at her menacingly but we both knew I would never forbid Alice anything. She was my best friend and my family. She could come in at anytime she wanted, she could steal my coffee and blackmail me anyway she felt was needed because I knew she only did all those things because she loved me. My own little miracle. "I can't believe you leave Jasper every other morning at 5 just to annoy me," I added for good measure.

"I'm always back before he wakes up," she smiled at him and he kissed her cheek.

"Poor Jazz," Emmett lamented playfully with a shake of his head.

"Poor Rose," Jasper countered and we all laughed. Emmett smiled at his girlfriend and she pecked his lips softly.

"Can we go home, now?" I tried.

"Not a chance. Don't be such a spoilsport Isabella, we've only gotten here!" Alice almost whined.

"Only? Are you kidding me? It's been the longest evening of my life. I'm bored out of my mind."

"Bella, you need to let go!" Emmett said before taking a sip of his beer.

"I tried but this place is… bleh!" I said with a wince and a shudder.

"You tried my arse!" Alice said with a roll of her eyes and if I wasn't so annoyed, I'd have laughed at her expression of pure boredom. She knew she'd win the argument anyway, and her attitude suggested she wished she would find a better challenger than me. "I've seen you reject all those poor fools all night long."

"They were jerks!"

"You could have tried harder. Seriously have you really looked around?" she asked with a rise of her eyebrow?

"Who knows? You might find something… fitting," Rosalie said with a smirk and I rolled my eyes.

"I've looked, I've danced, I've insulted and now I wanna go home and to bed," Alice was about to comment but I cut her off, "the state of which is none of your business!" I scowled with a light blush and the rest of them laughed. I looked around, trying to catch some of my princes and they were not hard to find. They seemed to be the weirdest creatures ever and were easily noticeable in a crowd.

"That one," I pointed to my first dance partner and they all directed their gaze to him, "licked my neck," I said with a shudder, my voice transformed by the disgust and the girls visibly shivered while the boys suddenly looked frightening. "Calm down, Emmett! I already took care of it," I added with a smirk and he grinned.

"What did you do?" Jasper asked with a frown. He still looked like he was ready to break the licker's neck.

"Oh my God! Bella, is that the shape of your hand on his right cheek?" Alice asked and I grinned at the expression of glee on her lovely face. I nodded and we laughed.

"Bad ass, Bella!" Emmett put his hand up and we high-fived.

"That one," I carried on, pointing to a guy who came to our table fifteen minutes earlier with clear intentions, "tried to get his hands under my skirt before even introducing himself."

"Ew! Rose moaned.

"Totally Alice's fault! I knew I shouldn't wear this," I said pointing to the tissue Alice dared to call a skirt.

"You look cute," she smiled.

"If my father saw me wearing this, he'd have a heart attack."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," she replied with a satisfied nod.

"That one let me know how much of an effect the "cute" skirt had on him and the lower region of his body," I finished, leaving the best for the end. Simultaneously, Jasper and Emmett got to their feet.

"That's utterly disgusting!" Alice grimaced while putting her hand on her husband's arm, trying to get him to sit down again. "I'm sorry, Bella! I didn't imagine you could be assaulted in a place like this," she apologized and I waved her worry off.

"He's ugly!" Rosalie scowled as if that was the real problem.

"Dead meat," Emmett growled.

"Boys, sit down! It's Okay, really. My knee took care of that," I smirked and they sat back down. We all looked at him and I almost felt bad. He was heading for the exit, limping painfully and alone.

"I'm proud," Emmett said putting his arm over my shoulder, squeezing as softly as possible. He was always careful with us. It was his fellow football player that needed to worry.

"It's all those lessons you gave me. So can we leave now?"

"OK, we'll leave… after you dance," He wiggled his eyebrows and I pushed his arm away.

"Traitor!" He was about to reply when his sister cut him off.

"What about that one?" she pointed toward the bar and I frowned at the twinkle in her eyes. I tried to see who she was trying to point but the bar was so crowded it was hard to decipher anything or anyone in particular.

"Nice catch, Alice," Rose nodded appreciatively. She was looking toward the head of the bar and I craned my neck to take a better look.

"Ugh! What are you…" I trailed off when my eyes landed on who Alice and Rose seemed to like so much, and I felt my face heat up.

The crowd suddenly left the bar, evaporating like steam, like in a dream or a celestial proclamation. These drunk people were not worthy of being that close. Like a master piece in a museum, he was there to be looked at, from afar, behind a window. The man seating at the bar, drinking a bear straight from the bottle, looking more carefree than anyone had the right to be was the most handsome man ever. Hair the color of a sunrise, bronze and shiny, he wore it disheveled as if he had just woken up and Sweet Heaven did it suit him. His strong jaw framed the most perfect face known to mankind. Full pink lips, soft looking cheeks, straight nose and, it was hard to see his eyes clearly from my point of view but, the way he was looking broodingly at his bottle beer was sending chills down my spine. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, the first two buttons left undone and it was when my eyes landed on the flesh of his neck and collarbone that my imagination really kicked in.

Was he real? Was he actually in the same place as the rest of us, mere human beings? It seemed surreal. What really stroke me though, was the fact that he was alone and left alone. No one dared to approach him and he seemed OK with that. He looked perfectly alright on his own.

I must have lost myself in him because I was not aware of what was happening around me anymore. Or myself for that matter because when Jazz cleared his throat to bring me back to earth, I realized I was literally gaping. I quickly closed my eyes and my mouth and took a deep breath. Wow! He was definitely something to look at.

"You okay there, Bella?" Alice asked smugly and I opened my eyes to see her smirk.

"Perfect," I replied when I was sure my voice would not shake. Perfect was indeed the right word.

"Why won't you go talk to him?" Rose asked slyly making me blush a bright scarlet.

"And why on earth would I do that?" I asked with a frown.

"Because you're blushing," Alice replied.

"She's always blushing," Emmett chuckled and I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him. We were not five anymore no matter how much Emmett would like to see me act like we were. I glared at him while he kept on smiling. "Oh come on, Bella don't look at me like that. I was just stating a fact."

"Smug does not become you," I retorted and he chuckled.

"Whereas the blush always looks adorable on your cheeks," he smiled.

"Nice try," I admitted reluctantly and he grinned.

"OK, Emmett got what he wanted, I blushed and he made fun of me. Can we please leave this place?" I asked hopefully and there a pause of hesitation between us. Just when I thought I was winning, my eyes -the traitors- turned to Mister Perfect at the bar. Yup, still there, still perfect, still broodingly sexy. I had no control over my eyes anymore. I knew I should stop staring because in addition to being impolite, I was only digging my own hole and my friends would be glad to bury me in it. What I did not take into account is the stranger and the possibility that he might feel eyes on him and look up to check who those eyes belonged to. Our gazes locked and instead of feeling embarrassed or trapped I felt captivated. He had the most intense and honest eyes I had ever seen. He appraised me and after a few seconds the corner of his lips lifted in a breath-taking crocked smile.

After a few moments, I started to feel dizzy. The blush on my cheeks had not only intensified in color but it also expanded to the rest of my body. He was still looking at me and I felt like I might collapse any minute now. I needed to break the contact but I wasn't sure I'd be able to.

Slowly, his expression changed and a frown appeared on his gorgeous features. Finally, he broke our connexion and I was not prepared to feel the loss so forcefully, so painfully. It was only then that I noticed Emmett and that he was whispering something in my ear. The words were unclear but his tone was as playful as ever.

"Um... What?" I stuttered and my friends chuckled. I looked back at the stranger and realized he had been looking at me as well but averted his eyes as soon as I lifted my head.

"I was just suggesting you took a deep breath," Emmett said with a smirk and I realized my respiration was shallow and labored. Oh God, what was happening to me?

"I think," Alice started with the air of a sage, "that he doesn't like Emmett."

"I think you're crazy!" I retorted. "He doesn't even know us."

"Oh but his demeanor changed when Emmett got a little too close," she said with satisfaction and Emmett and I exchanged looks of disgust at the idea that he and I could be anything more than friends.

"How many drinks have you had?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I think she's right," Rose said with pensive look.

"Oh, please, Rose! Not you too!"

"Hush!" Alice said to me and turned to her brother. "He's looking again. Quick, Emmett, put your arm around Bella," she demanded and his brother frowned.

"Alice you need to stop," but even as I was saying the words I found it hard to fight the temptation to look back.

"Emmet," she ignored me and used a tone so sweet to address her brother that it sent chills down my body. Uh oh! "Put your arms around Bella or Esme may hear what really happened to her white couch last Christmas," she finished with a huge smile and I almost laughed when I saw her brother's eyes widen alarmingly. Rose, Jasper and I watched as the two Cullen siblings exchanged glares. Eventually, Emmett replaced his arm around my shoulder while mumbling something about "annoying little pixies". He inched me closer to his huge body and I, too, glared at the younger Cullen.

"You will pay for this," I informed her but the smirk she was featuring had turned into a full blown grin.

"Oh really? Well, Mister handsome looks like he would love to have a fistfight with my dear brother over you. So, I think you should stop whining and go talk to him."

"You're exaggerating, Alice," I started but when my eyes traveled back to his, even I could not ignore the way his narrowed eyes were fixating our little group.

"Am I now?"

Emmett let go of my shoulders and I was left with nothing but my jumbled thoughts and the scowl of Mister Perfect.

Later on, I would probably blame it on my tired mind, on the thick air that made it painfully hard for my brain to function properly or on the awful evening I had spent almost alone but right now the only reason why I got up and started to make my way toward him was the pull of those piercing eyes and the desire to make it clear that Emmett was nothing but a dear friend, part of my family, really. He watched me approach, his eyes apprehensive and his body stiff. I probably should have thought about what I was going to say but there was a small part of myself, part that was slowly but positively taking control of me, that knew that only a few words would be exchanged. That part knew what was about to happen and it might be the reason why I was shaking in my flats, why my stomach was both being quivering under the invasion of giant wigged butterflies and fighting knots. The reason why I was smiling.

It took me longer than I thought to make the short journey due to the number of time I was pushed around and the fact that I'm the biggest klutz ever. When I finally reached him he was smiling kindly and his eyes were dancing with amusement. He opened his mouth to speak, probably comment on my clumsy ways but I didn't leave him enough time. I put my hand on his cheek, smiled and slowly leaned in to kiss the most kissable lips I've ever seen. It was short and sweet. It ended as shyly as it had started and I hesitated before opening my eyes.

He took a shallow breath and I opened my eyes. His eyes -the color of emerald- were a torment of incomprehensible emotions and I felt the urge to flee and never look back but he started smiling again. Crocked and addictive, it took my breath away and now the urges I had to fight were quite different.

"Bella," I introduced myself and he nodded.

"Charmed," he replied and I smiled.

"You parent must be very interesting people," I teased and he laughed. Words needed to be invented to make this sound justice. It warmed my heart and I was immediately more comfortable.

"I'm Edward and since you started it, I hope you won't mind me doing this," he leaned over again and before I had time to understand the meaning of his words he was kissing me again. With just a little more force, a little more curiosity and less shyness. This is when I understood all those clichés I've read in books or saw in movies. They were all true. Your knees actually weakens and you feel like the only reason why you're still standing is because he's holding you up. Did I mention that the way his arms embraced me sent me rilling? He was gentle but there was a desperation, a plea in his embrace, as if he was afraid to let go. My heart reacted violently at that thought and I realized it was desperate to not let go of him either.

The kiss ended and I tried, breathlessly, to take a hold of my thoughts. Unfortunately, coherency was not in order so I just smiled up-he was suddenly very tall- at him and for a moment there, locked in those beautiful green eyes, I felt a part of me detach itself and leave me to go hang up there, in his eyes. This part of me will forever be his.

"So I guess the enormous bulk of a man that was hanging to your every word won't mind if you decide to spend some more time with me?" he asked and I could see a storm forming in his eyes. I smiled kindly and shook my head.

"Emmett's the brother I never had. He loves to tease people... well, he loves to tease me anyway," I added and as if waiting for the cue, my cheeks tingled with the familiar red. "He enjoys watching me embarrass myself and blush," I finished lamely and Edward smiled softly.

"Can't say I blame him. It's a lovely sight."

"Thank you," I whispered. "But Emmett only thinks it's hilarious. See the gorgeous blond seating next to him?" I said nodding my head toward Rosalie. "He would definitely mind if you got too near to her," I giggled and he nodded.

"I don't see that happening anytime soon," he said sending another crocked smile my way. OK, that should be deemed illegal. He could cause lots of trouble if he didn't start limiting them. And then, he did something even more troublesome; he pecked my lips and his message was clear: rest assured Bella, you're only one I want to get near too. Another small part of myself left after that little and innocent kiss.

"Just so you know, this is not typical behavior for me," I said pointing to the closeness of our bodies.

"It isn't for me either but people keep telling me to loosen up a little," he shrugged.

"Sounds familiar," I smiled. I turned to glance toward my table and my friends suddenly pretended to be engrossed in a conversation. I laughed and shook my head.

"You want to head back?" he asked with a hint of disappointment and I shook my head no.

"I don't want to but it's getting late," I explained. I looked at my friends again in time to catch Alice smiling softly. "Come on," I took Edward's hand in mine (clichés number two: hands fitting perfectly in each other. I would never criticize chick-lit ever again) and lead him to my table.

"You guys are the definition of subtle," I deadpanned. At least, they had the decency to avoid my gaze. Well, everyone except Alice.

"You're one to talk!" she smirked, My only reply was a blush which, of course, made Emmett laugh. I heard a low chuckle behind me and turned around to see Edward smirking. I glared playfully and he squeezed my hand. I turned back to my friends and quickly made the introductions.

"You've made quite an impression on our little Bella," Emmett teased.

"Shut up!" Rose, Alice and I chorused before we all burst out laughing.

"I guess it's Bella's turn to assault people," Jasper said seriously and we all gaped at him. "What?" he sounded offended. "I can be funny too," he said with a smirk.

The rest of the night was spent pleasantly with a lot of teasing, soft smiles, some kisses and a little dancing. We went our separate ways after exchanging phone numbers and that night I went to sleep with a still empty bed but with the sweet hope of that state of things changing soon.

A/N: voilà! Hope you liked it. Please review and let me know. Suggestions and idea are very much welcome. Oh and the title is inspired by the song I'll be your lover too, Robert Pattinson's version.