Okay, so I wanted to make this longer...

But...

The piece that takes place at the end of this chapter, the one that I was going to include...

I didn't get a chance to edit it. And I didn't want to give it to you guys half assed.

Plus, I think that it will go better with the next chap.

So my apologies, bitches.

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B&E Three Weeks:

"Edward," I whispered, shaking my head as I kept my eyes on that crazy ass hair of his as it tickled my skin. "We're going to be late."

Again.

Pop is, on a serious note, going to fire my being…

Even though I had a valid goddamn excuse, in my opinion.

I just needed to find a good ol' doc who would take his little pad-a-roo and scribble down something along the lines of…

Patient name: Bella goddamn Swan…also known as 'The Best'

Like you didn't know that already.

Reason for visit: Tardiness due to excessive penetration, not limited to unlimited amounts of foreplay, excluding anal.

Side note: It must be repeated that the rectum was no where to be found as a presuming factor. As a matter of fact, upon further and thorough examination, the 'one way only valve' had a fireproof door around it.

When questioned about the whereabouts of the key, patient stated…

'I swallowed it.'

No further questions were asked.

Therapeutic regimen: Patient was ordered to enjoy said penetration and copious amounts of foreplay, with anal un-involvement.

Medication: Dickmyacin.

Side effects associated with antibiotic: Sore thigh muscles (although it makes out for a grand workout), satisfied cooter, chapped lips, nipples that imitated sardines, and Cullenism.

Side note: Cullenism is a serious adverse effect, with the biggest symptom being inability to resist dick that belonged to Edward.

Edward Cullen, hence the name of Cullenism.

He grinned as he kept his mouth against my stomach, his lips making their way lower, and lower, and Christ…

Fuck being late.

I'm gettin' some.

It seems as if I'm suffering from the adverse effect of Dickmyacin.

But oh, what a good way to suffer.

As his wet lips reached the top of my panties, the kid laid down on his stomach and looked up at me with hooded eyes, resting his chin over my tongue pocket. "Hi."

I grinned as I rolled my eyes. "Hi, Edward."

"You're fucking beautiful."

Groaning, I looked up at the ceiling as I placed my arm against my forehead, closing my eyes. "Shut up already."

"Beyond belief," he whispered, causing my thigh muscles to clench as he breathed against the skin there, kissing it while he moved his arms under my bent legs, running his fingertips against the sensitive skin of my waist. "Absolutely mind blowing."

"Edward," I whispered, lowering my arms before I placed my hands over his, keeping my eyes closed. "Stop with that."

"Remarkable," he hummed against the seam of my panties, absolutely ignoring my protests and enjoying the sound of my breathing when it picked up. "Astounding," the tease of mine groaned, his mouth against me, just vibrating…the shit out of my existence.

Like, really?

I needed handle bars.

Stat.

"You're retarded," I breathed, interlacing his fingers with my own as I placed them over my stomach. Looking down at him, I rolled my eyes at the crooked smile while his lips ran over my inner thigh. "Quit it."

He pursed his lips as he placed them against the skin where my thigh met the edge of my panties. "I wish I could quit you."

I growled when he quoted Brokeback Mountain. Trapping his head in between my thighs as I closed them against his head, I narrowed my eyes at him. "Way to kill a mood, you dip-shit."

He laughed, letting go of my fingers before placing his own over my thighs, prying them open. Placing one hand over my lower abdomen, he kept his eyes on mine as he ran his digits over my scared skin. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side, loving the comfort that he gave me when he did that shit.

Placing my feet over his upper back, I breathed his name as I felt his other fingers over my panties. Opening my eyes again, I looked down and bit lip as that thumb of his pushed the fabric to the side.

Hell to the fucking yes.

Do. As. You. Must.

I am all about it.

My unholy of a motherfuck cooperation, he had it.

Always.

Licking his lips as he lowered his mouth, his eyes met mine and I laid my hand over his, interlacing our fingers together before I stilled his movements against my abdomen. Pausing when he was centimeters away from where he was supposed to be, he smirked.

Didn't I just say that my cooperation was his?

Why the hell wasn't he giving me his own?

"Do it."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Finish what you started, Edward."

Cocking his head to the side slightly, my breathing stopped as his cool breath hit my warm, wet, and completely 100% aching…everything. "I thought that you were worried about being late?"

"You have connections," I whispered, narrowing my eyes at him as that bottom lip of his became entrapped between his teeth. "Don't tease me, Edward."

He hummed as his thumb quickly left his hold on my panties, making me hiss as the fabric snapped back over me.

Yeah.

I was that sensitive.

And the bastard's grin told me that he knew that shit.

Placing his hands against the sheets by my waist, he moved his body up my body, making me grit my teeth as he pressed himself against me along the way.

My way.

Teasing the shit out of me.

"Bella, don't tell me that I'm allowing you to experience my bedroom skills because you're using me for my connections," he whispered as he reached my face, keeping his eyes on my mouth as he placed his hands against the pillow that my head was laying on.

I hummed a little melody while wrapping my thighs around his waist, keeping him there while I placed my hands against his tummy while running my fingertips over the muscles that his T-shirt was covering. "Are you planning on doing something about it if I am?"

"Unfortunately," he groaned softly with closed eyes while he placed his forehead against my own, pressing his hardness over me, "you'll most likely enjoy my punishment."

I nodded…

Simply because, did he really think that I wouldn't like it?

And used my nails as I scratched my way from his stomach towards his back, pulling him closer to me. "There's only one way to find ou—"

Knock Knock, fucking Knock.

'Dear Cock-block Angels,

I motherfucking hate you.

No, really.

I. Hate. You.

Flutter your asses down here, right now.

So I can kick the wings that are attached to your back, clear the fuck off.

Even trade, in my opinion, for giving me blue tits.'

Yes, bitches.

Blue. Tits.

And no.

Don't google that shit.

It's mine.

Edward cursed as he moved his forehead to my neck when I lifted my head, growling in frustration as his exhale hit the skin above my bra.

The bra that was planning on coming off, had we not have been interrupted, in approximately one minute and thirty three seconds.

Give or take.

Knock, Knock, kick, Knock.

Clearing my throat, my hands fell from Edwards back as I placed my elbows against the sheets below me and sat up a bit, causing him to follow, and

Stay on top of me.

Cocking my head to the side, I scrunched my eyebrows together.

What the hell was he thinking?

That stopping our 'sexy time' was unnecessary?

Was he looking forward to the little person behind the door busting her ass through said door and being like…

'Oh, so that's a penis?'

Raising an eyebrow at him, I laughed. "Play time's over, Edward."

"Can't we just pretend that we're sleeping?" he asked in a whisper, raising his own eyebrow at me as his gaze went down to my lips.

"No, you idiot," I hissed quietly, looking at him incredulously when he pouted. "Piggy doesn't know about us. Give her another second or two and she'll bust her little happy go lucky ass through that door." Placing my hands over his shirt, I pushed on his chest. "Off."

He rolled his eyes with a grin as he slapped my hands away, pushing me back down onto the bed. "Just be quiet, Bella. She'll assume that you're slee—"

The door knob moved and I placed my hands against his chest again, interrupting him as I pushed his ass off of me. "Do you not know the power of that little broad out in the hallway?" I growled with a deadly glare. "You act as if you didn't learn your lesson when the chick pistol whipped your ass, minus the pistol."

Holding onto my thigh, he narrowed his eyes at me as half of his body was on the bed, and half…not so much. "The midget is not as scary as you make her out t—"

Grabbing onto the sheets that were under my feet, I quickly pulled them up my body as I threw one of my legs out and kicked his hip, causing him to hiss from the impact.

As soon as I heard the grunt that left him when his body connected with the floor below me, I grimaced, throwing myself back down on my bed and closing my eyes as the door swung open a second later.

"HOLLA! Ain't no stopping me! COPY WRITTEN SO, Don't c—"

And, cue my snoring.

Followed with a snort

Because Edward was definitely under my bed.

And the only reason as to why I knew that was because I, without a doubt, felt the mattress rise as he tried to shove himself under that bitch.

Also, Piggy plain out…screamed.

Easily beating Jamie Lee Curtis in this bitch.

The kid probably thought that I was experiencing a possession of some sort as my body jumped from Cullen's determination of trying to shrink his non-miniature ass, pressing himself against the springs underneath my Emily Rose looking self.

"I'M CALLING THE PRIEST, BELLA!"

And then the midget ran out of my room, mini ass on fire, before I had the chance of telling her that no Priest was needed.

Like, just forgetting about me and the demons that were trying to take over my body.

Opening one of my eyes, I looked out into the hallway and frowned when I saw it empty.

Seems as though Piggy wasn't a ride or die, type of gal.

Whatever.

Only something for me to add onto my list of 'What Bella needs to squash on making Piggy an enhanced, more comprehensible person.'

After climbing out of bed, I placed the covers that were covering me over my shoulders and rolled my eyes as the bed continued to move around with the kid's persistence. "Edward, you can join me up here now. Piggy abandoned me. You're good."

"Uh, no. I'm not good," he whispered angrily. "I'm stuck."

Pursing my lips, I bent down and placed both of my knees against the floor as I lowered my head and looked underneath the bed. "Oh God!" I laughed as I noticed that one of his ass cheeks were definitely…

Bare.

And, there was a long scratch that ran from his hip bone down to the bottom of said ass cheek.

But the funniest part about the whole ordeal was that there was a trail of blood running out of said scratch.

And I couldn't fucking help it.

I lowered my forehead when he narrowed his eyes at me and placed it against my arm as I snorted. "That's fucking great."

He growled my name and I looked over at him again, only to laugh a little harder when I noticed that the back of his boxers were hanging off of one of the metal springs above him. "Dude!" His jaw tensed in response to my amusement. "This is like Christmas to me right now!"

"It's not funny, Bella!"

I grinned as I pushed myself off of the floor before standing up.

"Hello, a little help here."

Placing my foot underneath the bed, I wiggled my toes at him before I turned around. "I'm sorry, Mr. Truancy," I whispered, but not really as I headed for the hallway. "I'm not one for lateness."

"Bae."

Looking over my shoulder when I reached the door, I waved

At no one really…

Just did the shit to, you know, add effect

As I shouted "Lat-ah!"

"You're seriously going to leave me here?" he asked, irritated.

Bending down a bit, I gave him the finger. "This is for your non existent cooperation from earlier. Hater."

"You b—"

And, I stepped out into the hallway, slamming the door shut after me as I interrupted his bullshit 'name calling.'

He got himself under there, did he not?

Let him figure out a way to get his torn up ass cheeks out of it.

Don't hate the player, hate the game.

Woop Woop.


Walking through the door that Edward held open for me, I grinned at Goldilocks when she looked up from her paperwork and narrowed her eyes at me.

"Christ," Edward groaned, causing my grin to widen as I looked over my shoulder. Raising an eyebrow at me, he let the door go before it closed behind him. "You seem to have a steady fan base, Bella," he told me as he placed his hands inside the pockets of his sweatshirt.

Like duh…motherfucker.

"Don't I know it," I replied, winking at him before turning my attention back to kiddy bladder as she stood up, giving me some kind of a smile that resembled a stroke patient.

"What up, Piss Girl?" I asked, drawling out the 'S' in piss...

For effect, once again.

"What a pleasure!" she yelled, placing her hands over her hips—when really, she should have placed them against her leaking urethra. "You bring sunshine into my life, like constantly!"

Oh

She must have meant that, sarcastically.

How…

Sweet.

Goldilocks and I shared a deep connection…

Of love, specifically.

Give and take, was our shit.

We were like, total BFF's.

And that's me, throwing back my sarcasm.

In yo face!

Walking up the desk with Edward following behind me, I cocked my head to the side. "Did you find the pads at Kmart alright, Goldy?"

"Go to hell," she spat…

From her mouth, this time around.

I snorted at her statement, lowering my gaze down to the immediate area of her female anatomy. Nodding at it, I placed my arms across my chest. "Lower you pants, I want to see if you're compliant."

She screeched as she threw her hands up in the air.

And I backed away a bit, bumping into Edward as I threw my own two hands up in the air…

Just in case she was going to squirt.

She growled as she pointed at me.

Looking over my shoulder, I raised an eyebrow at Edward as he raised his own at the crazy new 'live version' pissing Barbie, cocking his head to the side slightly. "Jess, you good?"

She glared at him before she quickly turned around, stomping into the back room.

No pee puddle sounds were heard.

"We're good," I breathed as I placed my hands over my hips, turning around and facing him. "No raincoats are needed."

"Bae, you're inappropriate."

I grinned as I lowered my gaze from his eyes down to his entrapped stallion, placing my lip in between my teeth. "Edward, I'm all about inappropriate."

"I don't think that your brother would appreciate me walking into that room after you with a tent over the front of my pants," he whispered, narrowing his eyes at me as his thumb tugged my lip from my teeth. "Stop with that shit."

I placed one hand into one of the back pockets of my jeans while the other one went to the front of his chest, where I wrapped my fingers around the fabric of his sweatshirt. Walking backwards with my eyes on him, I pulled him along, towards the hallway. "Stop?"

He grinned as his hands went to my hips, his feet following mine as I continued to hold onto him. "Stop."

As we neared the door, I ran my tongue along my bottom lip and then felt the vibrations of the growl that left his chest as his eyes wondered down to my mouth. "You want me to stop, Edward?" I asked, my voice lower as I repeated the question.

He shook his head as he pulled me away from the door. Placing me up against the wall, he laid his hands over the paint behind me. "I take it back," he whispered with a smirk. "Continue."

I cocked my head to the side as I placed my arms over his shoulders. "With what exactly?"

He rolled his eyes before he lowered his head a bit while licking his lips quickly. As I laughed against his closed mouth, I gave the kid a chaste kiss while I moved one of my hands from his shoulder to his forehead, where I pushed his face away from my own.

Groaning my name in frustration, he took my hand in his and lowered it before he leaned in again, wanting more, but I quickly moved aside, dodging his advances as I walked back over towards the door.

"You're hilarious," he growled, pulling me back to him. I smirked as he took a firm hold of my face before capturing my top lip in between his soft ones, sucking it into his mouth as my fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him closer to him.

And, as soon as my mouth opened a bit, he leaned back and quietly laughed at my expression of hate…

From, you know, him denying me of his goddamn taste.

I grabbed onto his hair, trying to pull him back to me as I stood up on my tipp—y toes, but he placed his hand over my forehead and pushed my face away from his. "Give it here," I ordered in a whispered and a glare as I gripped onto his sweatshirt, tugging him towards me.

"We're late, Ms. Non-Truancy," he replied with a grin as he wrapped his fingers around my own, trying to pry my grip off of the fabric.

"Well stop starting shit that you can't finish!"

"You started that shit," he accused, pointing at me.

Placing my fingers inside the front of his waistband, I pulled him to me and shrugged. "Well, I'm trying to finish it!" I whispered, like hello.

He pushed my hands away with a raised eyebrow. "At work, though?"

"Fuck off," I hissed as I pushed him away. "You're useless!"

I heard him laugh behind me and I rolled my eyes while I walked up to the door before pushing it open as I lifted my hoodie over my head. As soon as I took one step inside, I gritted my teeth like holy hell when I felt Edward's dominant hand smack the jeans out of my ass before he pushed me forward…

Hard.

Causing me to slam into the back of Dick's chair.

Causing Dick in return to turn around and raise an eyebrow at me with a smirk. "You want a piece of me, B?"

I smacked the back of his head as I stood up before I looked over my shoulder with narrowed eyes directed at Edward, who walked in all…

Cool, calm, and motherfucking collected.

"Watch your step, Swan."

I rolled my eyes as I turned my attention to Pop, who was in front of the room, standing behind the podium with his arms across his chest as he looked at Edward and I with narrowed eyes.

"You should have gotten your semen tested prior to conceiving."

"Thank you both for finally joining us," the tribe leader responded as he ignored my statement.

Lowering my head, I shook it. "I apologize, uh…again. Piggy, for some reason, had it in her head that my apartment was haun—"

"Officer Swan," Carlisle interrupted before I looked over at him. "Must I remind you, again, that I'm not the one for excuses?"

Matt looked over his shoulder and grinned at me. "Yeah," he called out with a raised eyebrow. "Must he remind you, once again?"

I gritted my teeth as Edward nudged my shoulder with his own while he stood next to me. "Yeah, must he?"

Returning my attention back to Matt, I growled. "Number one…fuck your life. Like, seriously. Fuck it. Right now. Get up, and fuck it."

And he in response, popped his collar before lifting both hands up in the air. "The roof…the roof…the roof is on fiii-yah…we don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn."

Pop shook his head and lowered it as the rest of the team joined in, throwing their own hands up in the air. "Burn motherfucker, BURN!"

And on a serious note, this whole encounter left me with one question, and one question only.

Was Matt really okay, up there?

Like, did his brain consist of one hemisphere instead of the two that God graced us with?

Because if his brain was missing it's other half, then a lot of shit would make sense right about now.

Cocking my head to the side, I lifted my hand and scratched the back of my neck while Matt lifted a finger and tapped it against his skull at the same time that he winked at me.

My question was then answered.

Talking to a neuroscientist would be my next step.

"This is the third time this week, Swan."

Looking over at Pop when he addressed me, I nodded as I placed my arms across my chest. "I know, Chief…it wasn't my fault th—"

"How do I feel about them?"

I raised an eyebrow at his interruption.

"How do I feel about excuses?" he clarified, raising his own eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes after I lowered my head. "You don't give two shits about them."

"Next time you're late, you're out."

I narrowed my eyes at Edward when he nudged my shoulder, nodding at me like 'You heard that?' Keeping my gaze on him as he grinned, I placed my arms across my chest and addressed Carlisle. "What about Cullen, he was late t—"

"Do I have, all day?" the Chief interrupted, his patience running thin.

I shook my head as I shoved my hands inside my pockets. "No, Chief."

Nodding his head at the seats that were available, he ordered for me and the fuck-tart beside me to take a seat. When I started heading for the front row, Edward pulled on my hoodie and stopped me. I growled as I looked over my shoulder. "One more time, Cullen, you pull of my goddamn hoodie, I will curb your ass, American History X style."

He rolled his eyes while he pushed me towards the second row, where Sarah grinned as she pulled out the chair that was next to her before patting it. "Seems like you're sitting with me, vag."

Sitting down, I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion when he walked up to the front row and took a seat next to Mike, who raised an eyebrow at the idiot as said idiot—Edward—laughed at him.

Leaning back into his chair, Cullen interlaced his fingers together before placing his hands behind his head as he winked at Murphy.

"What's up, buddy?"

Mike rolled his eyes as he leaned back into his own chair with his arms across his chest, ignoring Edward's ever so pleasant greeting.

"Swan, have you been briefed?"

Looking up at Pop, I raised an eyebrow at his question. "Briefed?"

"On the case that we're all working on."

"No," I answered, placing my arms across my chest as I looked around the room, narrowing my eyes at everyone as they avoided my own. "I haven't been briefed on anything."

Raising an eyebrow at his son, Carlisle placed his own arms across his chest. "Cullen?"

"Swan doesn't need to be briefed on the case," Edward stated like it was obvious. "She's not working on it."

Is that a fucking fact?

Well, color me purple and call me a dildo.

Laughing, I shook my head as I sat up. "Excuse me, what makes you think that you can dictate what I can or can not do?"

Looking over his shoulder, he shook his head at me. "You don't need to worry about it, Bella. It's getting handled."

I laughed a bit as I sat back, ignoring Edward's statement. Turning my attention back to Pop, I shrugged as I pocketed my hands that wanted to strangle the kid that was seated in front of me. "I want in."

"Negative."

Gritting my teeth, I narrowed my eyes at Emmett. "Positive."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Just let us handle it, Kiddo."

"How is this fair, man?" I whispered irritably, standing up from my seat as I looked over at Carlisle. "I passed the same goddamn test that these people passed. And, I understand that I am still training, but so is Emmett. With that fact, how is it that he knows about this case and I don't? I thought that I was joining a team here…am I on the wrong in believing that?"

Pop shook his head as he looked around the room, a smile escaping his lips as everyone lowered their heads. "No. This is a team, Bella."

"Well that's funny because right now, I don't feel like I am a part of it," I whispered, placing my arms across my chest as I sat back down. "I don't know one detail about this so called case that we're supposed to be working on."

Looking over at his son, Carlisle nodded his head towards me. "Cullen, continue with the training."

"No problem," Edward replied, his voice showing me exactly how content he was with Pops decision.

I stood up again, pushing Sarah's hand off my hoodie as she grabbed onto it, trying to stop me. "This is unbelieva—"

"But do not focus on it as much," the Chief finished, interrupting me as he kept his eyes on Edward. "Swan passed the test that all of you guys did, allowing her to be a member of this team. Her ability to keep up is not of my concern. Let Bella know about the case and what it involves. I expect her to be up to date, with everything, by next week."

Edward stood up as I sat back down, his shoulders tense as he placed his arms across his chest. "Chief, with all due respect, I don't get the reason for the brief." Nodding his head towards my brother, he placed his hands inside the pockets of his sweatshirt. "McCarty and I have it under control. There's no need for Swan's involvement."

Carlisle grabbed onto the chair that was placed behind him and pulled it over to the table that Edward and Mike were sitting behind. After he took a seat, he raised an eyebrow at his son. "Officer Cullen, sit."

Doing as his Pop ordered, Edward took a seat and placed his arms across his chest as he leaned back into his chair. "Chief."

"How long have you been on this team?" Pop asked with a grin as he mimicked his son's stance in front of him.

"Five years."

The Chief nodded in response before cocking his head to the side, his grin widening a bit. "And how long have I been on this team?"

I smiled while I sat up, knowing where Pop was going with this. Sarah nudged my shoulder and winked at me as she followed suit, unzipping her hoodie before taking it off and placing it on the table in front of us.

Fucking A, old man.

"Fifteen years," Edward answered, his voice showing me…

Non-contentment.

A bag of popcorn came flying over my head and Sarah grabbed it with one hand, pumping her other fist in the air as she looked over at Matt and smiled. 'That's what I'm talking about,' she mouthed with a wink.

'Two minutes,' he mouthed back with narrowed eyes. 'No re-popping.'

'Like I don't know that,' she mouthed, rolling her eyes at his directions as she stood up. Keeping her eyes on Edward and Carlisle, she walked over to the microwave and popped it open before shoving the package inside. Leaning against the counter as she closed it, her pointer finger pressed along the buttons distractingly as she kept all of her attention on the confrontation in front of me.

"And tell me," the tribe leader continued while he stood up. "When you are dealing with anything that involves work, who is in charge of you?"

"You are, Chief," Edward gritted.

Carlisle nodded. "When I tell you that I want you to brief Officer Swan, I expect you to do exactly that, with no arguments of any kind."

"Chief, with all due respect, again…I don't think that you understa—"

"What I don't understand," Pop whispered with narrowed eyes directed at Emmett when he interrupted him, "is how you can sit there and give me your input when I clearly don't find any of it essential. You haven't been on this team long enough for that privilege, McCarty. I want you to keep in mind that your sister's participation with anything involving work is not up to you, or Edward, or anyone else on this team. It's up to me, the Chief. You got that?"

Emmett nodded as he lowered his head.

"Where's the butter?"

Ken grimaced at Sarah's question before he looked over at Matt, who scratched the back of his neck, nervously. "My bad."

Dick laughed an "Idiot" as he shook his head at his team-mate.

Stomping over to the trashcan, Sarah threw away the package of untouched popcorn, all the while glaring at Matt. "You're fucking useless. A waste of a human being, I'm telling you."

Carlisle shook his head before he headed back over to the podium. "In my humble opinion, Swan's participation is going to give us the chance of finally breaking this case, once and for all." Looking at me, he raised an eyebrow. "Am I correct to assume that you already have a trusting relationship with one of our suspects?"

"And who is that, Chief?"

"James. You work for him, am I right?"

"I worked for him, yes."

"Worked, as in past tense?"

"I haven't talked to him in a while," I explained, shaking my head. "He hasn't contacted me and the last conversation that I had with the idiot consisted of me telling him that I was out."

"Are you?"

I shrugged as I lowered my head. "That is what I told him. Whether I am or not isn't really up to me. It's up to him. Ultimately."

"Now that's bullshit," Edward whispered angrily, standing up from his seat. "That asshole has no control over you and if he doesn't see that, then I have no problem in showing hi—"

"Bella, in the long run, it is your choice," Pop stated with a shake of his head, interrupting his son. "If it's his threats that are keeping you from leaving, you can tell me and I'll handle it. I can have him detained and behind bars in a matter of an hour. I'm more than willing to assist, not only as a member of this team, but as a member of your family. That's what this team consists of. Family. I allow no one to threaten a part of it without suffering from any kind of consequence."

"No…no benefit will come out in arresting him. Placing him behind bars won't phase this kid. He'd probably find fun in it, anyway. Who knows what advantages he has in there."

"I agree. With that said, I want to give you an opportunity."

I raised an eyebrow at Carlisle's offer.

"Keep your relationship with James. Continue your business with him. With his trust in you, we'll get to the bottom of this mess and put him away for good, and not only a few months, or years even."

"Okay," I replied simply, not needing much persuasion.

"Chief, I'm really close in getting new information that would benefit the case, tremendously. There's no nee—"

"You see how she takes direction?" Pop interrupted Cullen, raising an eyebrow at his son as he pointed at me. "Take some notes."

"Bu—"

"Take. Some. Notes," Pop repeated, interrupting his son as his voice remained calm. Looking around the room, he placed his arms across his chest. "Seeing as to how the team was even with partners before Swan joined us, someone is going to have to sit out of this case and do paperwork." Looking at me, he grinned. "You need a partner. Go and pick one."

"Mike."

Looking over his shoulder, Edward raised an eyebrow at me. "Mike?"

I nodded as I looked over at the kid. "Only if that's cool with you."

"That's perfectly fine," Murphy answered me with a small grin.

"James doesn't know you, rookie," Edward told him as he shook his head before looking back and forth at me and him. "It won't work."

Mike grinned as he placed his arms across his chest. "I wouldn't worry your pretty little face about it, Cullen…if Swan thinks that it'll work, it'll work."

Sarah growled as she looked over at Matt. "You see this, you moron? Another perfect opportunity for buttered popcorn that you managed to screw up…But you know what? I shouldn't of expected anything more. You're perfect at screwing up perfect opportunities!"

"Oh take it easy!" Smith whispered, returning her glare with one of his own. "I fucking apologized!"

She gasped as she looked at me. "Swan, would you listen to that! The 'my bad' comment was considered an apology!"

"I have popcorn at home with unlimited amounts of butter, thanks to Piggy who likes putting the shit on spaghetti."

Sarah winked at me before turning her attention back to Edward and Mike. "Continue, I'll manage."

Cullen rolled his eyes at her before looking up at Pop. "Mike's not the right one for the job. Swan's new to this whole partner thing…she has no clue about what she's talking about."

I laughed as I sat up in my seat. "Well, Edward, since you obviously know what you're talking about, tell me…who do you think should be my partner?"

"I'll be your partner."

Emmett laughed at Cullen's statement. "Yeah, that's funny, and is not happening. Chief, we clearly need to run a drug test on your son."

"I've been saying that shit for a while," I agreed as I sat back.

Edward rolled his eyes. "McCarty, I don't see the probl—"

"I said no," Em interrupted, glaring at him. "I'll be her partner."

Jasper shook his head. "I'm still training you, you heard the Chief."

Emmett stood up from his seat as he looked over at Pop. "Alright, I get that I'm still training, but so is Kiddo." Looking around the room, he growled. "These fuckers are going to make me be the one who is stuck with paperwork, while Bella gets a chance to work on the case, up front."

"She has experience with our suspect, McCarty," Carlisle explained as he nodded for him to take a seat. "And, lets not forget the break that Edward received a couple of weeks back, thanks to Swan's connection in the matter."

Break?

What is he talking about?

"Wait, what break?" I asked Pop, scrunching my eyebrows together.

"I'm confident that Bella will be just fine with whoever she chooses to work with," he replied, ignoring my question. "It's up to her."

I raised my hand.

Like the good little classmate that I was.

He didn't answer my goddamn question.

Pop ignored my classroom behavior as he lowered his head and ran his hands down his face, like he was drained and it was clearly time to go home and take a little nap-a-roo. "Give me a name by tomorrow night, Swan."

"There's no need for tomorrow night," I mumbled, shoving my hands inside the pockets of my hoodie, "Mike said that he was coo—"

"She'll give you a name by tomorrow night," Edward interrupted me.

"I need to be excused before I rip a certain Cullen's head off," I spat.

"Tomorrow night then," Carlisle whispered before dismissing the team for the day. "Emmett, I expect the arrangement to be written out and names on who is working on what by next week. Make it happen."

Em nodded as he kept his eyes on Edward, who in return rolled his eyes at him before he stood up and stretched. "No problem, Chief."

Pop nodded as he walked out of the room, the rest of the team minus Edward, Emmett, and I following behind him.

"Edward."

"Don't I always?" Cullen asked Emmett with a raised eyebrow.

My brother rolled his eyes as he turned around and walked over to the door before pulling it open and stepping out into the hallway.

Edward faced me and as he opened his mouth to tell me something, I lifted my hand and interrupted with the middle finger before leaving.

I'm tired.

Already.

And it's only been three goddamn weeks.

This, whatever it is, between us…

Isn't going as I planned.

His silent, scheming ways, along with my brothers, was irking me.

To the extreme.

But not to the point where I was going to quit.

That thought didn't even cross my mind.

These two idiots were only making me fight harder.

And that's exactly what I was going to do.

Fight harder.

And find out what the hell this big mystery was.

There was nothing in my way.

And no one who could stop me.

I was going to get to the bottom of this.

If it was the last thing that I was going to do.


"You know what I'm spittin,' girlfriend?"

He grimaced as he took the empty glass from my hand before placing it on top of the counter in front of us. "B, the only thing that I know is that I lost count on the amount of whiskey that your ass consumed in the last three hours."

"Whatever, bitch, that's besides the point," I slurred, lifting one of my hands as I waved it in front of my face, dismissing his observation. As I turned my body to face him, I continued my rant. "This kid can walk into any goddamn given room and his eyes alone can drop panties, or boxers in your case."

"Is that right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me as he lifted one of his hands and waved over George, who was his fellow bartender slash boyfriend. "So besides his come hither eyes, what else is he like?"

"And his smell," I whispered, closing my eyes while I took a big whiff of the hoodie that I had on. "Fucking smell this shit!" I ordered after taking it off and shoving it at girlfriend's face. "Please, soak in it and tell me that it doesn't do anything for you."

"So I'm guessing that this is his?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me as he brought the fabric up to his nose, doing as I ordered.

"Was his. I stole it."

"Okay," he laughed, handing it back to me. "Point taken. The shit does smells nice. Tell me more."

After shoving the stolen hoodie back on, angrily might I add, I ran my fingers through my hair. "Believe me when I say to you, that the kid has no problems in getting it in. Don't get me started on how he is in that department because I could go on forever."

"Please don't."

I rolled my eyes before I stumbled out of my chair. Wrapping my arms around him, I death gripped his ass. "Do you feel this? This is how the motherfucker hugs me! Like, can you fucking believe it? Don't you feel consumed right now? His hugs alone, melt my goddamn bones, fuckin' shit! It's meaningful, Darrell! Like, it just seems like he means it! Like means it, means it! Darrell!"

"My ear, owe."

"Edward has this appeal about him, man—girl—whatever you are, and it drives me mad!" I yelled as he took a hold of my waist, seeing as to how my arms around him never loosened. After he placed me back on my seat, I crossed my arms. "I fucking hate it!" I whispered furiously. "But you know what I hate even more than that?" I asked, not waiting for his response as I answered for him. "You don't? No worries, I'll tell you. That appeal about him? Well, it makes me fall victim to all of his shit! I hate it! Do you hear me?" I yelled, pretty sure that he did.

His eyes widened slightly as he pursed his lips. George laughed as he reached us. "I'm sure that he heard you, baby doll," he whispered as he leaned against the counter. "I'm all the way across the room and I heard your ass."

"I think that it's time we switch to water, sugar pie," Darrell stated, nodding at his man, who in return nodded back as he grinned and turned around.

"Whatever, I'm not worried about my alcoholic self right now," I spat, like, literally, causing girlfriend to wipe away my saliva with a grimace. "You know what, though?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "If you ever laid eyes on the kid, I bet that you would have a better understanding, because you would definitely be like O.M.G."

"Please tell me that you just said O.M.G," Darrell whispered in some proud way with a smile while clapping his hands together.

"Yes, fucking O.M.G," I answered as I rolled my eyes at George when he came walking over with pursed lips and a bottle of water. Turning my attention back to girlfriend after giving his boy-toy the finger, my randomness continued. "Edward thinks that he can just presume shit for me, like he's my boss. What the hell gives him the right to tell me who I can or can not be partnered up with? I mean…hello, right! I am my own goddamn boss! I've been my own boss since I was thirteen! And, this motherfucker comes into my life and is all like No Bae, Yes Bae, This is how it is going to work Bae, Wrong way Bae, Right way Bae, I'm in control…BAE!"

"Who's Bae?"

"Me, you faggot!" I growled with narrowed eyes before George gave us a whistle and walked away from this A & B conversation, excluding his C ass out. "Are you even listening to a word that I'm saying, Darrell?"

He laughed as he took my water bottle and unscrewed the cap. "I'm trying here, Bella, but you're kind of all over the place," he told me with a shake of his head, shoving the bottle at me. "Drink."

"God! Are you even gay right now?" I snapped, throwing the water bottle back at him.

"Don't insult me," he replied with a roll of his eyes as he capped the bottle before placing it on top of the counter.

"This is a serious situation! He has some kind of power over me and I don't like it! Hypnotizing me and shit. Oh! Oh! And he does this thing! He doesn't smile like a normal person would, oh no! He gives me this crooked ass one. And I'm done! And sometimes, that smile of his just makes me want to tear his ass up," I stated, humping…nothing. "But at other times?" I asked as I laughed in a sinister way while I placed my hands behind me, along my waistband, before grabbing a hold of my gun and taking it out. "I want to take this little sucker and pop it the hell off!" I growled, throwing said sucker up in the air.

"Wow!" Darrell yelled, grabbing onto my wrist as George threw himself down onto the floor, dramatically if you ask me. "You need to compose yourself, you crazy bitch!" girlfriend laughed, prying my gun out of my hand.

"I'm just trying to let you know," I stated, as a matter of fact.

Raising an eyebrow at me, he handed my pistol off to George after he picked himself up from the floor before dusting himself off. "And what are you letting me know, exactly?"

Looking at him, like duh, I shouted. "I don't even know what we are!"

"What do you mean?" he asked, scrunching his perfectly manicured eyebrows at me. "Aren't you two together?"

"I don't know," I mumbled as I lowered my head, sniffing the hoodie again. "He didn't tell me that we were in an actual relationship. We just…are, I guess. We're trying whatever we are, out…"

"But?"

I shook my head as I lifted it. "Edward never asked me out. Like, you know, 'will you be my girl,' or whatever. He just said that he wanted me."

"So why don't you ask him?" George asked, placing his elbows against the counter before placing his chin onto his closed fists.

"Ask him what?" I whispered, raising an eyebrow.

"Ask him to be your man," he stated, like, obviously.

"Are you kidding?" I snorted, shaking my head as I looked at him like he was crazy. "We're talking about Edward here. If I open my mouth and tell him that I want him to be my…man, or whatever…he's going to run for the hills!"

Darrell rolled his eyes. "You don't know that, baby doll."

I shook my head. "No way. If he leaves, I'm going to lose the sex. It's not worth it."

"So its all about the sex?"

I narrowed my eyes at George. "No."

"Then?" Darrell asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"You guys don't understand," I groaned. "This kid has never been in a relationship. I mean, I haven't either…but I'm not all about the sex. I was never all about that. Edward was…is. That's just…his shit. And, at times, I feel like he apologized only to have me to forgive him, so that we could go back to being how we were. And then at other times, he's so sincere." I threw my hands up in the air and growled. "You know, I need to call the doctor," I whispered in decisiveness before taking my cell phone out and flipping it open. "I need to get a hold of his doctor, the kid needs a prescription for some Bipolar me—"

"Honey," George interrupted me, taking my phone out of my fingers before placing it on the counter. "There's no doctor awake at a time like this, number one. And, number two…you so need to calm your nerves and just talk to him."

"I don't wanna."

They both laughed at my pout before looking over my shoulder when we heard the front door swing open.

George whistled and Darrell gasped.

"What?"

"There's a hot piece who's walking in our direction."

"That's more than a hot piece, baby," George stated.

After looking over my shoulder, I rolled my eyes at Cullen while he in return, narrowed his at me. Turning my attention back to the drooling boys, I placed my arms across my chest. "That's him."

"O.M.G."

"Told you," I groaned, running my hands down my face before placing my arms against the counter. "How the hell does he always find me?"

"We're going to leave you alone," girlfriend told me as he stood up and nodded at George. "You need to talk to him."

I huffed as I placed my hoodie over my head. "Talk, yeah, okay. Right. Sure." While Darrell walked away from my hopeless ass, Edward pulled on the stool nearby and placed it next to me.

Like, really next to me.

Practically on top of me.

Leaving no room in between us as he sat down.

I gritted my teeth as he lifted one of his hands and lowered the hoodie from my head. "Nine voicemails, Bae," he whispered, his voice calm as he placed his arms against the counter in front of him. "I left you nine goddamn voicemails. Did you bother to call me back, once? Nope. Not the fuck at all worried about returning my phone calls. Why?"

I ignored him as I lifted my hands and grabbed onto the water bottle that was placed in front of me. After unscrewing the cap, I brought it up to my mouth and took a long sip.

"Went by your apartment a couple of hours ago," he continued as his patience ran thin. "You know how that went, Bella?" he asked, not at all waiting for my answer, even though I wasn't going to give him one anyway. "No? You don't? No problem, I'll tell you. Your neighbor called the cops on me. Oh yeah, the fucking cops, who showed up and spent a good twenty minutes laughing at me. Do you know the reason as to why they were laughing, Bella? Because I looked like a fucking moron, insisting that I wasn't trying to break into your apartment and that my key was in fact the right one, when it wasn't."

I choked on my drink and coughed as I replaced the cap.

"Oh, that's so fucking hilarious, Swan. No really, laugh it the fuck up."

And I did…

Simply because it was irking him, and because, come on…

That was some funny shit.

"Bella, why would you change the locks without letting me know? If you didn't want me to have the key, all that you had to do was fucking tell me. That would have saved me the goddamn embarrassment, that in the first place, was highly fucking unnecessary."

I pursed my lips as I lowered my head, placing the bottle back on top of the counter in front of me.

"And what's the point of this whole ignoring me bullshit? I don't get it."

I pushed him away from me, causing him to growl as he almost fell off of his stool. As he grabbed onto the counter to steady himself, I stood up and lifted my hoodie back over my hair before waving George over.

"Fuck, Bella, I get it…you're pissed off at me, goddamn again!" Edward groaned as he stood up. "Tell me what the problem is, maybe I can fix it or something, I don't know."

I rolled my eyes at him as George came over. Holding my hand out, I nodded. "Gun, give it, mine."

He grinned as he shook his head at me. Looking over at Edward, he winked at him. "You're Edward, right?"

"Yeah," Edward answered, raising a suspicious eyebrow at him as he placed his arms across his chest. "Whatever she told you about me," he whispered with a nod towards me, "it's not true."

"I'm afraid that it is," George replied, shaking his head as he took my pistol and bypassed my hand, giving it to Edward instead. "Here's her gun. She may still want to pop off, so be careful."

Edward rolled his eyes as he placed my gun into his waistband. "Bella always wants to pop off. But thanks, for the tip."

I growled as I pushed my way by Edward, heading towards the exit.

Walking out into the night, I gritted my teeth when I didn't hear the door slam shut after me, which meant only one thing.

Edward was following my ass.

Stalker.

Probably thinking of a way to kidnap me.

Kidnapper.

Or kill me.

Killer.

Either way, annoyance was the feeling that ran through my blood as I heard his footsteps behind me. "Leave me alone, Edward."

"No, Bella."

Looking over my shoulder, I narrowed my eyes at his grin as while I continued walking towards my truck. "Edward, stop."

"Bella, no," he replied, flinging his wrist with one hand while using the other one as he tossed his hair over his shoulder, mocking me but not really as he continued following my ass.

Turning around, I stopped and placed my arms across my chest. "God, I fucking hate you! You know that?"

"Where are you going?" he asked, ignoring my statement.

"Home!" I shouted, pushing him away from me before turning around and continuing on my way. "And without you!" As I reached my truck, I growled, like a lion, when I felt his fingers grab onto the back of my hoodie and tug on the shit.

Like.

I'm going to murder his ass.

Does anyone not get that fact?

"This is mine."

I gritted my teeth as I turned around quickly and smacked his hands off of me, stumbling a bit in the process. After pulling off his stupid hoodie, I threw it at his face.

And then pushed it against said face, suffocating his features as I used my other hand to slap the shit out of the fabric before letting my arms fall to my sides. "Fine! Take it! Keep it! You idiot!"

"Thank you," he whispered, pursing his lips as he lowered his head and threw his retarded hoodie over his shoulder.

I shook my head, revolted with his thankful ass. "You're not welcome!"

Lifting his head, he rolled his eyes. "Can we talk, Bae?"

"No!" I shouted, turning around before I faced my truck and shoved my hands inside my jean pockets, trying to find my key. "Absolutely negative!"

"Why not?" he asked, his voice calm.

"Cause!" I screamed as I kicked my tired, my unsuccessful search irritating me.

"Why are you screaming?"

Turning around quickly, I glared at him. "Because I feel like it!"

"I'm right here though," he whispered in a smile, looking around the empty parking lot.

Finally finding my key, in my bra of course, I threw my hands up in the air. "I don't care where you are!"

"My hearing is fine," he stated, lowering my tee shirt with one hand and taking a hold of my wrist with the other before prying my tight fingers apart and snatching the keys from them.

Running a hand down my face, I closed my eyes. "And so are you."

Uh.

Definitely wasn't supposed to say that.

"I know that I am, Bae. You feed my goddamn ego, so good."

Opening my eyes again, I fisted my fingers together, ready to throw down as that smirked of his shined through, bright as motherfucking day. "Oh you! Oh! You, Oh!"

That

Was my brilliant response.

Raising an eyebrow at my outburst of nonsensical madness, he placed his arms across his chest. "What was that?"

"Forget it!" I spat, turning around before I placed my hand against the door handle, trying to magically unlock my truck as I kept pulling on it.

"Why did you pick Mike as your partner?"

I rolled my eyes. "Because he's hot," I lied.

"Because he's hot?"

Turning around, I nodded. "And beautiful."

"Beautiful?"

"He's just a bunch of awesome, all wrapped up in one huge ball of awesomeness," I stated, leaning against my truck as I shoved my hands inside my jean pockets.

"Yeah?"

"And remarkable," I added, as a matter of fact.

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he lowered his head as he took one step towards me. "How remarkable?"

"Pretty fucking remarkable," I answered as I lowered head.

"Whoa," he whispered, so close to me now, that his smell…

Fucking took over my senses.

"Yeah," I whispered, my breathing coming out a little faster when that smirk of his reappeared. "He's whoa. And you know what?"

Placing his hands against my truck behind me, he trapped me in as he lifted his head and raised an eyebrow at me. "What's that?"

"He wants me," I stated in a whisper as I lowered my head again, my fingers playing with the bottom hem of my tee shirt.

"I want you," he replied as his forehead lifted mine.

Yeah, I know. You want me, like sexually, I get it. I'm just that."

His eyebrows scrunched together as his hands against my cheeks kept my face from looking away from him. "You think that's all that I want from you?"

I shrugged as I placed my arms across my chest.

"You think that's all that I want from you, Bella?" he asked, repeating himself, narrowing his eyes at me a bit.

"I don't care, do you," I whispered, brushing his hand away from me as I went to turn around again. "It's not a big deal."

"Do me?" he whispered angrily, holding me in place with his grip as his hands moved down to my hips. "And, fuck if you don't care, Bella, I do so stop with all of this bullshit and talk to me."

I groaned as I ran my hands down my face. "What do you want to talk about, Edward? It's not even a big deal, I don't even know why I s—"

"I thought that I specifically told you that I wanted everything that you had to offer me," he interrupted. "What didn't you get from that?"

"Yeah, well I'm offering you a lot more than you want, so whatever. I don't even mind! I know how you are and I get it. Fine. Cool. Wooh."

A small grin escaped his mouth and I narrowed my eyes at it. "Wait a second…" he whispered, slight entertainment in his gaze.

I growled, pushing his hands off of me as I tried to turn around. "No."

Pulling me away from my truck, the kid placed his arms around mine and held me close to his chest as he laughed a bit. "Are you trying to tell me that you want to be with me be with me, like in a relationship?"

"No."

"Yeah, you are," he whispered, giving me his crooked smile as his arms tightened around me. "Just say it, Bella. Don't deny the shit."

"No, Edward." Glaring at him, I tried, unsuccessfully might I add, to pull away from his hold. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bella?" he sang, in some kind of a honey voice that made me want to punch his lights out and kiss him at the same time, "come on. Say it."

I grumbled as I laid my forehead against his chest. "Leave me be."

He laughed, the rumble against my forehead irking me, as he placed his chin against the top of my head. "You wanna be my girl, Bae?"

I shook my head against him as I placed my arms around his waist.

"Yeah, you do."

"No, I don't."

Leaning back slightly, I looked up at him when he let go of my waist and placed his hands against my face, running his thumbs along my cheeks. "No?"

Placing my hands into my back jean pockets, I shook my head. "No."

"What if I want you to be my girl?" he whispered as his eyes looked into mine, earnestly.

"I don't want to be," I stated just like that but not really.

He narrowed his eyes at me playfully while his hands moved down to the sides of my neck. "What if I don't take no for an answer?"

"It's not like you can force me, so you're going to have to," I told him in an angry whisper, narrowing my own eyes back at him…

Not so playfully.

He snorted before he wrapped his arms around mine, trapping my own to my hips as he walked forward, making me walk backwards, towards my truck. "Be my girl, Bella."

"Be my boy," I whispered, closing my eyes as my back hit the truck.

I felt his hold on me loosen and I opened my eyes as he grabbed onto my face and ran his thumbs against my mouth before giving it a quick peck. "You have me."

"All of you?" I asked, looking into his eyes while I lifted my hands and wrapped my fingers around his wrists. "Because I mean, Christ. That's what I really want. If you can't give me everything, it's okay, just te—"

"Every single part of me," he interrupted, placing his forehead against my own as he closed his eyes. "All of me. It's yours. Completely."

"I'm a little tipsy," I whispered, out of nowhere, closing my own eyes as I moved my hands to his chest, underneath his jacket. "And, your heartbeat is racing," I told him with scrunched together eyebrows.

"I know."

I lifted my head and opened my eyes before meeting his own. "Hey, if you don't want to do this, it's okay. I mean, I'm nervous too, but…I'm not trying to force you into anything that you're not read—"

He shook his head as he grinned. "I know that you're a little tipsy. My racing heartbeat? You do that shit to me all of the time, you just don't know it."

"Really?" I asked, a small smile escaping my lips.

"Really," he whispered, lowering one of his hands from my face before placing it over mine against his chest. "Keep your hand there, and you tell me if I'm bullshitting, yeah?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, not understanding the meaning behind his words. Opening my mouth, I wanted to ask him if he could explain but he interrupted me, leaning in as he closed the small space that existed in between us before kissing me.

Softly.

The best kind.

And what thrilled me even more than that, was that his heartbeat under my palm, and his?

Beat quicker.

And stronger.

Bounding against my skin.

Over his shirt.

And I fucking loved it.


B&E One month:

"Edward, what are you doing?"

"Cleaning."

Oh Jesus H. Christ.

Here we go, motherfucking again.

I groaned as I walked into the living room from the hallway. Taking a seat on the couch, I wrapped the towel that I had around me tighter. "You're getting on my nerves with this whole thing, Edward. Stop."

"Okay," he replied like a disobedient little fucker, dusting stupid dust off of the shelf that held some of my empty picture frames.

I mean, who the fuck dusts dust?

You're just going to dust it somewhere the hell else.

You know what I'm sayin?

Popping open my bottle of unscented lotion, I lifted my legs and placed my feet up on the table. "No, really, stop. You're creeping me out."

"I said okay," he replied calmly, looking at my empty picture frames as if they were a mystery. "Why are there no pictures in these things?"

I ignored him as I squirted some lotion on my thighs. "I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry, and I'm not your slave," he whispered in some distracted way as he picked up the frames. "Why are there no pictures in these, Bae?"

"Well feed me," I spat, narrowing my eyes at the back of his head.

He shook his head and placed the frames back onto the shelf before he walked over to my closet to take out my vacuum cleaner. "Okay."

Did the bitch get me something to eat?

No.

Did the bitch turn on the vacuum cleaner?

Yes.

And tell me, what did said bitch do while vacuuming?

Hum.

Always…

Fucking…

Hummed.

"Bella! Bella! You have to come see this! Oh God, I'm a genius!"

Looking over at Piggy as she came running ass through the hallway, I scrunched my eyebrows together, seeing the paint that was smeared all across her cheeks, arms, and…

Legs.

"Piggy! Piggy!" I shouted, mocking her as I tossed the bottle over to the recliner and stood up. "I told you to paint me a picture on paper, not on your body."

She closed her eyes and rolled them as she held out her paint covered palms. "I did paint you a picture, God."

Oh.

And she's not referring to me as God.

That's just her thing.

God.

Like…

In some annoying, annoyed type of way.

I raised an eyebrow at her as I placed my arms across my chest and a smile ran across her mouth before it disappeared while she opened her eyes. "But, I ran out of paper, so I kind of finished your picture on my walls."

I snorted as I rolled my eyes. "You are a genius, Pigster of mine."

She shrugged before she ran her dirty hands down her yellow, polka dotted, summertime kind of a dress.

Esme Cullen's doing, not Bella Swan's.

"I know that I'm a genius, Bella," she whispered in response, like 'tell me something that's new.' Placing her hands over her hips, she raised an eyebrow at me. "When is everyone coming over to get down?"

"You're, uh, wearing a towel."

Looking over at Edward, I raised an eyebrow at his statement. "Mm. Yep. That's correct, captain obvious."

What does he usually wear when coming out of the shower, a rug?

"When is everyone coming over?" Piggy asked, repeating herself as that little eyebrow of hers raised higher.

That goddamn eyebrow of hers…

I'm going to shave it off.

"You're wearing a towel, in my presence, with the midget here."

Scrunching my eyebrows together, I looked over at him. "Edward, did you by any chance hit some of Ma's stashed reefer?"

"What's reefer?" Piggy asked.

I pursed my lips. "Ask Esme when she comes over later on, Lilly. She'll explain it to you, perfectly."

Piggy nodded before she turned around and skipped down the hallway. I looked over at Edward before I noticed that his eyes were narrowed.

But not at me.

At my torso.

I smirked as I took a hold of the tie that was around my wrist before throwing my hair up in a messy ponytail. "You alright, Cullen?"

"Shut up," he groaned, shaking his head before turning his attention back to the vacuum cleaner. "I hate you. I hope that you know that."

"Oh God! Help me, Jesus!"

I looked over at Edward at the same time that he looked over at me.

He raised an eyebrow at my own raised eyebrow.

I followed his fingers as he placed them against the waistband of his sweatpants before they took out his gun.

I walked forwards and he walked backwards, as we kept our eyes on each other while we both headed for the front door, where we heard some maniac yelling for God's help out in the hallway.

The door was busted open a second before we reached it and Edward already had his pistol lifted, safety off, and aim strait.

Rose screamed an "Oh God!" as she held her hands up in the air with narrowed eyes directed at Edward.

"Christ, Rose!" he growled, lowering his gun before running his fingers through his hair. "How about some warning next time you bust a door clear the hell open, acting like some crazed maniac."

"Number one, what is it with you and pointing your fudging gun at me, butt hole? And, number two, what are you even doing here in the first place?"

Fudging.

Butt hole.

"Put it away," I hissed at Edward as I pointed at his gun. Realization at Rose's words hit his features a second later as he grimaced, his fingers clicking the safety on before shoving the pistol into his waistband. My eyes moved over to Rose, where they narrowed. "What is your deal?"

"Is Lil here?" she asked, looking around in some frantic sort of a way.

"She forgot to get the princess a birthday present," Pixie explained as she walked in, carrying Leo over her hip. As soon as his eyes met my own, he smiled and high fived Alice's cheek. She in return glared at R while taking a hold of his hands. "I swear to the high heavens above… I'm going to k.i.l.l your baby daddy."

"He's cleaning your apartment?" Rose asked me, nodding in Edward's direction as she ignored Pix's threats.

I rolled my eyes. "Have you not met the kid? His name is Edward…of course he's cleaning my apartment. And thanks for busting down my door, you s.l.u.t.s."

Pix rolled her eyes at Leo when he started kicking her, wanting to get down. "We didn't bust the door down, Bella Boo." Lowering the kid to the floor, she shrugged. "It was unlocked."

"Unlocked, yeah?"

I grinned while little man came running over to me, only tripping once before reaching his destination. Bending down some, I lifted the joy of my life up and planted a big wet kiss against his puckered lips. "Don't start," I whispered to Edward.

"This would be the fifth time that that door has been left unlocked."

I gritted my teeth as I looked over at him. "Do not start, Edward."

He shrugged as he placed his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants. "I'm just saying."

I rolled my eyes at him and grimaced as Leo pulled on my hair at the same time. "Well then, just stop saying."

"You guys are so together."

Turning my attention back to my little man, I ignored Rose's statement. "Your mom feed you yet, little man?"

"Leo."

The little squirt let go of my hair and looked over at his shoulder, at his mom, when she called out his name.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

Looking back at me, he nodded, quickly. "Yulp."

Yulp, meaning yep.

Emmett McCarty's doing, not Bella Swan's.

And of course, the quick nodding, was Rose's responsibility.

As you all know.

I rolled my eyes at mama bear as she placed her hands over her hips. "Why the H. E. Double hockey sticks didn't you tell me that you guys were in a relationship?"

"We're not."

"Oh, B.S!" she growled at me before turning her attention to Edward, whose eyebrows were scrunched together in a poor act of casualness. "You guys are so not just getting it in anymore. There's more, here."

"Edward."

We all looked over at Pixie when she addressed her brother.

Oh shit.

May—the fuck—day.

Edward raised an eyebrow at his sister as he placed his arms across his chest, clearly not getting the danger of the current situation that we were in. "What's up?"

"Edward, don't look into her e—"

"Are you and Bella in a relationship?" Pix asked, raising an eyebrow at him as she placed her hands over her hips, interrupted me.

Edward ran his hand through his hair before he turned around and walked strait into the kitchen door, his forehead taking the brunt.

Idiot.

"That should answer it for you," Alice whispered as Edward groaned and stepped back from the door, lifting his hand before placing it on his forehead.

"Oh my G—"

"Shut your trap," I snapped, interrupting Rose as I lowered Leo to the floor. I rolled my eyes at Edward when he pulled the kitchen door open before stepping inside, leaving me to fend for myself as the door shut behind him.

"Emmett is going to murder him, O.J style…you know that, right?"

"I am not reliving Robert Shapiro," I whispered irately, glaring at Rose as she bent down and picked up little man. "Emmett will not hear one word about this from you two, you got that?"

"Oh God, yes!" she whispered as her eyes danced with pure happiness. "Your brother doesn't know about this?"

I growled, followed by little dude's imitated growl, before I stomped my way towards the hallway.

"Oh, this is fan—fudging—tastic!"

Stopping in front of Piggy's new bedroom, previously known as my old guestroom, I smirked as I placed my mouth by the closed door, more than ready to get her attention. "Oh, Pigster?" I shouted, elated as shit while I kept my eyes on Rose.

Rose, whose eyes widened in return.

Leo screeched, his dimples over—riding any expression of happiness written across his face as he clapped his chubby hands together.

"What up, yo?"

"Auntie Rose forgot to get you presents for your birthday!"

Hearing a loud scream, followed by the sound of a chuck hitting the door, Pigster's ghetto-ness was truly expressing itself.

"Oh NO, SHE DI'INT!"

And I smiled…like the goddamn genius that I was, as Rose grimaced.

"Watch this," she hissed, handing off her love child to Pix before quickly busting ass out of the front door.

Like I said…

Don't underestimate this little princess.

And, don't underestimate me.

Hookah.


"Hi."

I grinned as I heard Edward and felt his fingers brush my hair off to the side before his lips pressed themselves against the skin over my neck. "Hi."

Placing his hands on either sides of me against the counter that I was standing in front of, he kept his mouth right where it was. "Everyone left a couple of minutes ago. You need any help in here?"

"No, loverboy," I whispered with pursed my lips while I ran the soapy plate that was in my hands underneath the running water, "I'm good."

He smirked against my skin before kissing it and placing his chin over my shoulder. "You're good?"

"I'm good," I told him, placing the clean plate next to the sink, on the counter. Turning around, I looked up at him and grinned as I grabbed onto his shirt and used it to wipe my hands off.

He hummed, stepping even closer to me before lowering his head a bit and pressing his lips against my own.

This hum?

I liked.

Drove me fucking crazy.

The hum that left his mouth while he cleaned?

I despised.

Wanted to strangle it.

Letting go of the hold that I had with his T-shirt, I ran my palms up his chest and stood on my tipp—y toes before letting my arms rest against his shoulders. Cocking his head to the side a little bit more while those arms of his tightened around my waist, his lips separated, causing my own to follow as he deepened the kiss to another level, that tongue of his running softly against my own.

I growled against his mouth when I felt his wet, soapy hands run down my cheeks. Pushing on his chest, I leaned back and narrowed my eyes at his pursed lips. "What the hell, man?"

He placed his hands against the counter behind me with a grin. "You're kind of cute when you're bubble, you know that?"

"Did you just refer to me as bubbly?"

"I did," he replied as he nodded, not at all phased by my killer eyes.

Yes, killer eyes.

Eyes, that killers have.

My new look.

I mmhmm'd before I turned around and faced the sink. Turning on the water again, I left it running while I pretended to busy myself with the rest of the dishes. Pressing himself against my back, the kid laughed a bit, the resonance grating the earwax out of my eardrum. "Bae, come on…I was just joking aroun—"

And I lifted the removable faucet that held the beautiful—crystal motherfucking clear—water.

Interrupting his ass as I held it over my shoulder.

And slightly higher.

You know, aiming for his head.

After twenty three seconds, roughly speaking, I lowered my weapon of choice and turned around. Placing my arms across my chest, I laughed at the expression of hate that was written across his face…

From you know, owning his ass.

Letting go of the counter behind me, he lifted his fingers and ran them through his hair, pushing his wet locks from his forehead. "To me, that seemed a little unnecessary."

I pursed my lips as I lifted my hand and brought the running faucet in front of my face, continuing my…

Unnecessary behavior.

His jaw tensed a bit while he closed his eyes and took it like a bitch, placing his arms across his chest, over his wet tee shirt.

Wet tee shirt, that clung to his body…

Therefore, distracting me for a moment.

But only for a moment.

After approximately nine seconds of drowning in my happiness, Cullen lifted one of his hands and took a hold of the faucet before lowering it into the sink behind me. After opening his eyes, he narrowed them at my beam.

He backed away slightly, running one of his hands down his face as he used the other one to pull on his tee, un—clinging it from his chest.

Now that, was unnecessary, in my opinion.

I looked over his shoulder as I tried to estimate the time that it would take for me to run out of this kitchen before he attacked me…because I knew that that shit was coming.

Four seconds.

Wait, scratch that.

Two…

Minutes.

I had to take into account the time that it would take me to pick my ass up from the slippery kitchen floor, because again, that shit was bound to happen.

Just stating the obvious. No need to bullshit.

"You actually think that you can do it?"

I turned my attention back to Edward and narrowed my eyes at his all knowing smile. "Go ahead," he whispered, placing his arms across his chest as he nodded towards the door behind him. "I'll give you a five second head start. One. Two. Three. Fo—"

I growled as I pushed myself away from the counter.

And that, is where, I slipped.

Al—the fuck—ready.

Before my face had the chance of meeting the floor beneath us, Cullen quickly slid over to me and grabbed onto my waist, lifting me up. As I looked down at him, I placed my elbows over his shoulders and gritted my teeth at the smugness that was written across his irritating, pretty face.

So I pushed him, my soft chest against his hard one. And kicked him, using the tips of my toes as I jabbed them into his legs.

He laughed, like he was dealing with an idiot. And then quickly lost his balance, taking the idiocy from me and transferring it to his damn self, as his feet slid against the slippery floor beneath us.

I snorted at his ballerina movements of trying to keep us standing.

No fucking vice.

Falling on his back with me on top of him, he groaned before lifting our lower bodies with his hips. Taking out the pistol that was placed under his waistband, his eyes opened as he slid it away from us. "You idiot," I laughed, placing my forehead over his chest. "How's your back, old head?"

"Don't call me old head," he whispered, placing his hands over my ass before rubbing my cheeks. "How are these?"

I rolled my eyes as I lifted my head. "My ass is fine, Edward. There's no need to comfort them."

Looking down at me, he smirked. "Good," he whispered as his hands continued with their un—needed massage.

But, you know, I didn't mind.

At all.

Massaging led to fun times.

Which, as we all know, I am a great fan of.

Keeping my eyes on him, I placed my hands against the floor, on both sides of his waist. Lifting my upper body from his, my teeth ran along my bottom lip as my lower half pressed against his in some type of…

Delicious sorta way.

"Where's Piggy?"

He raised an eyebrow at me as his hands found their way to my waist. "I tucked her in thirty minutes ago, why?"

At times, this kid can be so…

Dense.

And I'm not talking about the Pigster.

Looking down at the shirt that was covering his chest—which was halle-fucking-lujah, soaked—I smirked at him. "Hmm."

"Hmm?"

"Hmmmmm," I confirmed with a slow nod as I ran one of my hands down his chest before grabbing onto the bottom hem of his tee and lifting the useless material over his…

Fuck awesome abdomen…

That I spent the majority of my time, admiring.

Looking up at the kid who I wanted to fool around with, all the time, I pressed the insides of my thighs against the outsides of his thighs and straddled him before running my lips down the skin over his chest…

Another activity that I admired.

"Oh."

When I reached his lower abdomen, I bit onto the sensitive skin under his waistband after I pulled it down a little bit, causing his muscles to clench beneath my mouth. Sitting up after a few seconds, I started to unbuckle his belt. "Oh, indeed."

Taking a hold of my fingers, he stopped me. "Bae, you don't have to do that."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why do you always say that?"

"What?" he whispered, lifting his upper body slightly as he placed his elbows against the floor beneath him.

Placing my hands over his thighs, I lowered my head as I shook it. "Why do you always tell me that I don't have to do that?"

"It's not you, Bella. I mean…I'm not saying that you're not the type to do that shit, but…wait, that sounded bad…you're not the type to just do that shit, either…wait," he scratched the back of his head. "What?"

I lifted my gaze from my lap and looked into his eyes. "Am I not doing it right or something? I mean, if I'm not, tell me. You know that you're the first person who I tried the shit with and maybe you can like…uhm, guide me or someth—"

"Don't be retarded, Bella," he whispered, interrupting me with a roll of his eyes. "You're just different. To me, you mean something different. That's what I meant earlier." Taking a hold of my hand, he shook his head. "I just don't want you to feel like you have to do that, to please me or something. You please me, regardless."

"Edward, if I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't."

He raised a silly eyebrow at me. "Yeah?"

Oh, this previously dense, currently beautiful, both inside and out, motherfucker.

Don't you want to just eat him up sometimes?

Don't answer that.

Not unless you enjoy a serious beat down.

My question was just an expression of speech.

Bitches.

I nodded, smiling as I kept my eyes on his. Placing my hands against his belt once again, I unbuckled the useless shit, which was standing in my way of pleasuring my…

Man.

And holy hell, did it feel good to think of him as that.

"I do it because I enjoy it," I told him as I tossed his belt over my one shoulder before I scooted down a bit, letting him lift his hips some as I tugged his pants off. "I enjoy the way that I feel when I make you feel good, Edward."

He shook his head as he licked his lips, keeping his eyes on mine as I moved up his body, slowly, and wrapped my fingers around his biceps. "Bae, you make me feel amazing regardless of you giving me any kind of pleasure. You don't have to show m—"

"Edward?"

He raised an eyebrow at my interruption as his eyes moved down to my lips, where they stayed centimeters away from his own. "Yeah?"

"Do you like it?"

He narrowed his eyes at me as his gaze left my lips. "Of course," the kid below me whispered, his voice strong as his breath hit my mouth, those green orbs of his hypnotizing me.

Placing my hands against his chest, I leaned back slightly, trying to clear my mind from his magician ways. "Do you want it?"

"Yeah, I want it," he replied like duh. "I'd be dumb not to want it."

"Then let me give you what you want," I whispered with a smirk as I leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss, my hands against the floor. "In a way that you'll like it."

Scooting down his body, I kept my eyes on those wonderful and fuck awesome vibrant ones of his as he licked his lips quickly, keeping his position with his elbows against the floor beneath him.

Biting my lip while I ran my hand against him, over his slightly tented boxers, I raised an eyebrow at the soft groan that left his chest. "You like watching me, Edward?"

He nodded slowly, his eyes dark as they moved from mine down to my hand, where my fingers brushed the fabric apart, exposing him…

To me.

"Then fucking watch me," I replied, taking a hold of him before pulling my buddy out of his confinement, licking my lips simply because…

Everything about this kid was delicious.

No, really.

I could have this shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Everyday.

And lets not forget about the numerous snacks that are programmed into my daily activities.

Seriously.

"I will," was his response, his voice dripping sex as he looked at me, in some challenging type of a way.

After kissing the tip softy, I let go of my hold around him and laid my hands over his thighs before I licked from his head, up to the front of his shaft, clear the fuck through, savoring his distinct taste. "Bae."

Looking up, I ran my tongue back towards his tip before closing my mouth. I raised an eyebrow at him as I brushed my lips against his head, softly, back and forth, back and goddamn forth. "Mm?"

"Show me," he whispered, his voice low and…

Demanding

As he placed one of his hands over my jaw and ran his thumb along the edge of my mouth, his eyes

Requesting.

I moved my mouth away from him slightly with a wide grin. "Yeah?" I whispered, letting my warm breath hit his wet skin, causing my friend beneath me to harden, completely.

"Fuck yeah."

Well.

No need to tell me twice.

Placing my fingertips of one hand under the waistband of his boxers, I lifted the other one from his thigh and wrapped my fingers around my buddy before tightening my grip against his hard, silky skin.

The simple feeling of his lower abdomen muscles constricting beneath my fingertips…

Crazed me.

Sliding my hand down his length slowly—but firmly—my closed mouth around him was quick to follow.

But not going as far as it could go.

"I know that you can do better than that," he whispered, his voice raw as he moved his hand from my jaw down to my neck, where he ran his thumb against my non-existent Adams apple. "Show me, Bae."

Turning my attention back to him, I ran my closed mouth down his length before making my way up, three times…

Nice.

Slick.

Wet.

The way that he likes it.

Keeping my eyes on his, my mouth left him for a second as I licked my want it all lips, causing Cullen to follow the action with his own, before I opened my mouth and took him.

In.

Deep.

All.

The way that he likes it.

He hissed, his teeth clenched together, as that thumb of his ran itself against the skin under my chin, feeling himself when I let the head of his dick hit the back of my throat.

And I stayed there, for a second or two…

Maybe eight

As I closed my mouth around him and ran my fingertips against his length, milking the shit.

Un—cow—ingly.

"That's it…" he groaned, his eyes shut as he moved his hand from the front of my neck to the back, taking my hair into his palm and moving my locks that were obstructing his vision away from my face. Opening his eyes again, he growled, so deep in his chest, when I closed my lips around him and lifted my head while running my flattened tongue over the underside of his shaft as I made my way up.

Letting go of my hold around him, I placed my hands against his lower abdomen and used my fingernails as I scratched the skin there, lightly, loving the up and down movements of his quickened breathing against my fingertips.

Applying suction—that probably left me looking like Nemo—I moved my closed mouth down his length before lifting my head as I ran my wet lips up his slick skin, quickly.

Twice.

Then I repeated the shit with the same amount of suction, just not as fast as before.

As a matter of fact, it was really…goddamn…slow.

And judging from the hooded eyelids that he tried to keep open, I knew that my actions were driving him crazy.

So I threw him a bone…

By letting him go with a pop.

That caused those hooded eyelids of his to finally close, as he moaned my name, letting go of the hold he had around my hair before placing his hand underneath him, his knuckles white as he pressed his fingers against the floor.

Grinning, I took a hold of him with one hand and ran my tongue along the skin of him, taking my time as I noted the texture, each vein and bulge that was prominent under my taste buds.

Running the tip of my tongue down his underside, I stopped at the frenulum.

Oh come on, bitches.

Don't act like you don't know your male anatomy.

I'm too busy right now, obviously, to explain it to you.

Doing some research on the matter…is your next assignment.

As I ran my tongue along it, I received the enjoyment of seeing those green eyes of his again as he opened them.

Gently at first, I kissed it, causing his teeth to run across his bottom lip before that tongue of his followed.

I closed my lips around that area before I lightly sucked on the skin there, causing his breathing to…

Stop

As a long, soft—motherfucking startling—groan lift his lips.

And I smirked, practically imitating his own, as I moved my mouth away from him slightly.

Looks like my man liked that.

Nice.

Keeping my eyes on his, I swirled my flattened tongue against his slit, pushing down as I lowered my head, closing my lips around him.

Gauging his response.

Oh hell yes.

As it turns out, that was also something that Edward highly enjoyed.

Mental fist pump to me.

He cursed as his breath quickened, becoming more shallow.

I laughed a bit as I tightened my fingers around him. Using my wrist, I moved my palm up and down the solid skin, my closed mouth quickly following behind, getting any area that my hand didn't.

"God, Bae," he grunted, my name coming out of his mouth, lovely, as he threw his head back and closed his eyes.

After a couple of seconds of his ragged breathing, I took him in.

And I won't say that I didn't gag…

Because I sure as hell did.

But the sound that came out of his throat, made the shit worth it.

One million percent.

"Bella, I'm gonna fu—shit—cum."

So I hummed, silently telling him to go the fuck ahead.

Did he honestly think that I was going to go somewhere and miss the shit that I've been working on for the past fifteen minutes?

Dork.

A second later, he gave me what I wanted.

And, not anything new, but I swallowed my earning.

Cause, you know, it was him.

Duh.

His elbows slid out from underneath him before his back hit the floor that he was lying on with a thump. "Christ."

I grinned, sitting up slowly as he placed his arm over his forehead and tried to slow down his breathing, coming down from the high that ran through his blood as I tucked him back into his boxers.

"And you thought that you needed guidance?" he whispered, his eyes meeting my own after a minute, as I made my way up to him and sat down on his stomach.

I lowered my head and ran the tip of my nose against his, pursing my lips when I felt his heartbeat pick up as I placed my hands against his chest. "So you liked it?"

"It was alright."

I rolled my eyes as I slapped his chest, placing my feet against the floor as I went to stand up. "You arrogant piece of sh—"

He laughed, interrupting me as he grabbed onto waist and lowered me back down to him. "It was amazing, obviously."

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely," he whispered, keeping his eyes open as he puckered his lips. "Give me some. Pronto."

I snorted as I smacked his mouth before kissing him quickly. "There," I whispered, leaning away from him as I pushed his hands off of me and stood up.

"Hey."

Looking down at him, I raised an eyebrow at his pout. "Yes?"

"Come back down here, I'm not done with you."

"I'm tired," I lied, backing away from his narrowed eyes. "Night."

"Since when are you tired for sex?"

"It's sleepy time for me," I told him, pursing my lips as my back hit the kitchen door. "And clean up time for you."

Looking around the kitchen, he growled while he ran his hand down his face, completely forgetting about the mess that he had caused earlier. Looking back at me with narrowed eyes, he groaned. "Come on, man."

"No," I replied to his silent plea for help.

"Bella."

Closing my eyes, I snored, letting my head fall to the side as I lifted my leg and kicked the door open with the back of my foot. "Already sleeping."

"This whole shit is your fau—"

And the door slammed shut, blocking the blame game that he was trying to play, before I stumbled out of the kitchen.

Stumbled because…

Well, you know, it's me.

Walking. Eyes closed. Snoring.

Never turned out good, when those things were combined.

As least when it pertained to me, you multi tasking motherfuckers.

Okay, so I should've done this at the beginning, but I'm retarded and didn't think to do so...

Ages:

B: 24 (approximately)

E: 25 (assumingly)

Rose: 24 (I think)

Pix: 24 (I guess)

Jasper: 26 (maybe)

Emmett: 26 (yeah?)

Esme: 45 (Making em young, seems like a nice thing to do)

Carlisle: 46 (amazing, right?)

And everyone else mentioned in this story with no real ages, let your imaginations drive you crazy, hah!

On another note, my final days are coming...

Give me two weeks, and I'm yours for a month.

If I pass.

If not, I'll be depressed.

And someone will die in this story.

Just jokin'

But not really.

Lover yous!