DISCLAIMER:
I, obviously, do NOT own The Twilight Saga; any characters, events, places, scenarios, etc. all belong to Stephanie Meyer; I, also, do NOT own most of the places used in the story, I will try to reference any factual places of point that I may use - I DO, however, own my sappy heart and perverted mind! I, also, do NOT own any of the lyrics used in the storyline, all music belongs to their respected owners - for the sake of LDB the character of Edward Cullen is a musician and writes music and scores, and however I will give all credit where credit is due in my E/N's.

A/N's:
I split this entry in 3 sections: EPOV, BPOV, EPOV so pay attention. Lol. I'm going to be honest babes, I spell checked twice, but I can't promise everything is perfect. I'm extremely tired and it took me 2hrs to type this up and get it uploaded. I really hope ya'll enjoy.. I've never written anything like this before..


[EPOV]

Jesus… two songs, it was amazing! Christina Perri wanted my song – didn't she write her own shit, who cares right? Annberlyn's song would be played; people would hear it. The look on her face when I got off the phone with Carmen was better than Charlie's when he got the golden ticket.

Knock. Knock.

The soft raps brought me out of my reverie, I quickly put my joint out and sprayed the Febreeze as I stepped in to my room from the balcony. "Come in," I called.

"Hey, it's me," Bella peered in pulling two beers from her robe, her large chocolate eyes looking at me innocently. "Were you going to bed?"

"No," I smiled, waving her in, "just smoking up."

She gave me a wicked smile – she, too, has a crooked grin and it drives me crazy, maybe she knew – and followed me out onto my balcony, settling into the chair next to me; I took a swig of the Guinness she handed me before picking up my joint and relighting it, taking a drag I eyed her – she hadn't smoked in a few months.

"So, Christina Perri, huh? Did she buy the other one, too?"

I coughed passing the joint to Bella who looked up with a small smile on her lips as she slightly shook her head, declining.

What the fuck is she doing, Cullen? I licked my lips as I brought the joint back to my mouth, the moonlight barely coming in at this side of the house but I could still see… see that she had slid the shoulders of her robe down her arms, exposing the soft flesh of her upper arms, shoulders, and collarbone – the only material being that of the flimsy strings of her tank top.

"No, that new vampire movie picked it up," I laughed.

She cocked her eyebrows as I put the roach out and reached for my cigarettes, again offering her one.

"Nah, I got my own," there was that crooked grin. She snaked my lighter and reached down in between her breasts, I felt my cock twitch – thank fuck it's dark out here – and pulled out a blunt.

"Oh, that's your version of a cigarette," I laughed as I snuffed mine out.

"Well I'll be…" she fawned with a thick southern drawl as she warmed the tip before sticking it between her juicy lips and lighting it fully. "Well which movie is it, Edward?"

I took a drag; damn this was some good shit… Probably medical grade – always med. when Bells gets it.

"I honestly don't know Boo, just wanted it for the soundtrack – really, they wanted your lullaby," I passed the blunt back, holding it in for good measure.

"What'd you tell them," she turned, stretching her legs out across the space between us and resting her feet in my lap; I smiled – bare shins meant short shorts on underneath that robe and not her normal basketball shorts.

The monster inside me thrashed around, I wanted to lunge forward and pull the tie apart at her waist, run my hands up her shirt to her tight, firm breasts while she smoked the blunt and purred my name like a good girl. Like I knew she could. Instead, I smiled absently and rubbed my hands up and down her feet and around her ankles; I ran my fingers gingerly along the back of her calves and watched her glazed eyes smile in appreciation as she rolled her neck and passed me the blunt.

"I told them that song wasn't for sale, but," I took a small hit, then another, "if they were interested in it enough, I had LDB – it took about two months but they finally bought it."

We sat quietly as I finished massaging her feet, ankles, and calves and then smoked a cigarette; I was high as hell and more than a little disappointed when she pulled her legs from my lap to get up but I, hesitantly, followed her anyway. After two years of being shot down you'd think one would get used to it – give up, even – but I find myself still hoping everyday. I could smell the lotion she used – Midnight Pomegranate – as I followed behind her and still taste her lip gloss, or perhaps it was the blunt wrap, on my lips – either way, it was the taste of strawberries'n'cream and it was all her and it was insatiable.

[BPOV]

My body tingled all over; it was like I was filled to the brim of tiny electrical currents. I could smell him all over, of course I was in his room, but it just seemed different; tonight was different. Two months – he'd been in talks for two months! They wanted my song for two months and he said, 'No', on numerous occasions – its money, he could've just sold it and gotten his own place…

Suddenly I couldn't move I felt very weak, light-headed and sat down on the chaise lounge that overlooked the windows; I leaned over with my head between my knees, I felt very sick.

"Are you okay, Bella," his voice was like velvet: silky and soft.

I looked up, flushed, he was still by the balcony door, a look of concern etched upon his face; I felt even more sick.

"You could've sold it, you know," I blurted out wide-eyed, my bangs hanging in my sight.

"Oh, no you don't," he mused, walking across the room, kneeling in front of me. "Don't go getting all 'Debbie Downer' on me."

I 'Hrmph'd' and he chuckled.

"I could've sold it, yes, but I didn't want to, Bella… it's you – all you. They couldn't have it cos I said so, not because of you. Understand?"

I nodded, breathing slowly, coming down from my anxiety attack, feeling like a bit of a fool; I looked at the clock, anywhere would work other than Edward's dark, stormy green eyes.

"It's nearly two AM," I muttered.

"So," he blinked, amused.

I smiled, "So… I like this song. I didn't realize you even had the iPod going –"

"Always," he interrupted.

"'Always'," I mimicked him, sticking my tongue out. "Well I think I'll stay to enjoy it," I smiled again, draping my right arm over the curled end of the chaise and laid my head on it humming along.

Hey you
With your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me
Hey you
Would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home

I crossed my left leg over my right and began mindlessly rolling my left ankle as I hummed; I felt the cushion shift next to me and I peaked an eye open, Edward had laid his head on the bench, curling his right arm under his head for leverage. I smiled and began running my fingers through his russet mane before closing my eye and resuming my humming.

"But it was only fantasy," Edward sang softly. "The wall was too high, as you can see…"

I may or may not have noticeably rubbed my thighs together; I'll definitely be meeting up with the Rabbit in a few moments.

"He could not break free," I continued singing. "And the worms ate into his brain," I lightly ran my fingers across his skull and giggled.

"Hey you! Out there on the road, always doing what you're told – can you help me," Edward sang, his voice stronger – pleading. My hands were no longer in his hair, his head finding purchase in my lap. "Hey you," he continued, "out there beyond the wall, breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me?" He wrapped both of his arms around my waist, I was afraid to look at him but I was afraid if I didn't soon he would stop…

God, don't stop.

"Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all…" he moved his hands down the outside of my thighs.

I found my voice, just barely, "Together we stand, divided we fall."

I looked down at him; he looked up at me – the soft light from his corner lamps radiating enough light to see the intensity burning in his eyes; the lust, the passion he held for me. His emerald eyes were almost gold, now – I had never seen them this way, but the thought of doing this with Edward scared me. Two years… We've roomed together for two years; I've blown off his sexual advances for the past two years because I would need more. From the moment he hit James two years ago I have been utterly and irrevocably in love with this man.

"Bella…" he croaked, I snapped out of mind-ramble and looked at him, still kneeling in between my, now, spread legs – how did that happen?

Oh, he's good…

He massaged the inside of my thighs with his thumbs, I fought back every facial move I could; I did, however, wet my lower lip… I'm only human.

"Yes, Edward?"

"Don't think anymore," he looked pained. He slid his grip up my thighs, knocking my robe out of the way a bit. "It's been two years, sweetheart – and if you haven't noticed, I don't aim to leave 'till you kick me out." He slid his hands further up my robe until he found the edge of my shorts and groaned. "I've been patient… but patience wears thin after so long."

"Does it," I smiled, running my hands through his hair. "They say patience is a virtue," I whispered, my throat was suddenly dry and burning.

He grabbed one of my hands and pulled it down to cup his face, his five o'clock shadow tickled my palm and I suddenly wanted it to tickle me in other places.

"They do," his voice was gruff and forceful, and so beautiful. "I don't," he growled and I swear the sound, alone, made me come.

He sat up on his knees and pulled me closer to the edge, untying the robe and pulling it open, he let his hands slowly slide back down my body, pulling my shorts as he did; I lifted my hips to help quicken the process. Sliding my thighs apart he left soft kisses up my thighs until I could feel his warm breath on my bare mound.

"Edward-" I breathed, heavily, but forgot all words when he leaned in and placed a single kiss on the hood of my slit. "Mmm…" was all I could replace it with.

He continued to gently massage my thighs with his thumbs as he looked up, as if to ask if it were okay to continue; my mind betrayed me as I nodded my consent. He didn't hesitate; he didn't do any of the things I imagined he would do in my mind's eye. Instead, he spread my legs further, still, and grabbed me around the waist pulling me to him – I grabbed the back of the chaise lounge, in fear of toppling off onto the floor – and attached his hot, wet mouth, hungrily to my aching core. I felt a strangled cry rise to my throat as his tongue forced itself through the soft, trembling folds of my lower lips, swirling around my clit, and then flicking across the pulsing bundle of nerves before following the trail back down to my vibrating entrance. Holy mother of shit, was this a dream?

"Mmm…" I moaned as he pulled me closer into his face. I reached up and pinched the back of my own neck.

Owww! What the fuck, bitch?

"Oh God," I moaned, curling my body up, running one hand into his hair while still supporting myself with the other.

He sucked my clit noisily, lightly dragging his teeth across it before kissing it he leaned back an inch looking up at me under hooded lashes, he smiled, "Edward – not God." He brushed his stubble-ridden cheek across my thigh, "So beautiful, Bella," he murmured before turning and rubbing his cheek against the other thigh, his eyes never leaving mine.

[EPOV]

"But so loud," I chuckled as she tucked her chin into her right shoulder. "It's beautiful a ghra, but Monkey's down the hall."

I should've kept my fucking mouth shut, the moment I mentioned Annberlyn she began to shut down, I saw it in her eyes.

"Oh, no you don't, Bella-Boo," I whispered as I rose up onto my knees, rubbing her left thigh gently.

"What are you doing," she asked, warily. Her beautiful brown eyes were all I ever wanted for all eternity to stare back at me; large, round brown orbs that I could get lost in forever – like bowels of melted chocolate most often then not, but on rare occasions – like now – pots of honey.

I leaned in and drew my nose along her jaw-line to her mouth, kissing the corner gently; I traced my lips lightly across hers. "Changing your mind," I whispered against her lips before I kissed her softly, hoping she'd respond.

After a brief hesitation she finally kissed me back with more force than I had anticipated and I couldn't help but moan as I slid my right hand from her thigh down to her wet sex, sliding a finger in without warning. I grinned against her mouth when she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and ground against my hand.

"You like that, Boo," I growled, sliding a second finger in, twisting them together; in and out, and curling them deep in her.

"Uhhnnn…" She clung to my shirt, fisting my hair at the nape of my neck; I attacked her mouth, our teeth clinking together painfully, our tongues colliding in a tango of their own.

I pulled my fingers out long enough to run them up her folds and across that glorious bundle of nerves, drenching it in her juices – when I did, she bucked her hips wickedly. I slid my fingers back down until they found her sweet honey pot; I slowly rubbed my index and middle finger barely in and out, teasing her entrance. She wiggled and whimpered.

That's right, honey, beg – after two years, give me some satisfaction.

"Edward," she whined into my ear, nibbling the lobe playfully. "Edward," she started again, her breathing was erratic, my teasing was showing to be too much, I smiled into the crook of her neck as I nipped and sucked at the soft skin – if only she knew. "Goddamnit, Edward," she huffed, "You know, I masturbate just about every fucking night imaging what this night could be like… don't make me finish myself off, again," she whisper-whined into my ear.

Holy fuck – I could nut…

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down onto my lap, pressing her against my hard on, she straddled my lap, grinding herself against me; thank God for the fact I was wearing my Jockey sleep pants.

"Bella, I'm not gonna lie, baby – this isn't gonna be romantic-"

"I don't fucking care, Cullen," she barked, tugging my shirt over my head, as I pushed my Jockey's as far down as I could – Bella wasn't moving from my lap. "I don't even care if it lasts five minutes, Edward – I've been waiting two years and I'm about to come just watching you undress," she looked down at my Johnson and her eyes turned into saucers as she inched higher up my thighs. "And, I'd much rather that do the job," she purred as she pushed her robe back and pulled her tank top over her head.

I gave her a lopsided grin, mesmerized by her rack – yea, I went there; the monster clawed and jumped inside, his red eyes glowing with evil glee. Bella was his.

"C'mere, Boo – I'll make you come, alright," I winked.

She crawled forward, smiling, her breasts swaying lightly and I couldn't take my eyes off them… fuck I couldn't wait to have them in my mouth, I knew I was smiling like an idiot.

"Don't call me 'Boo' during this or I'll think of Jasper and Alice."

"Whatever you say sugar britches," I whispered as I aligned my cock with her hot, tight, wet pussy. Sliding my hand up to her cheek she smiled sweetly before taking my thumb into her mouth and sucking softly, she looked so fucking sexy.

"Ooh," I moaned in appreciation, "You really are a good girl," I winked before gripping her hip tighter with my other hand and pulling her down onto my cock. "Delicious."


E/N's:
Sooo.. ya'll finally got a lemon - haha - somewhat. I know, I know, I'm a lil heffer, aren't I? What did ya think? I want to know what ya'll thought, here! Seriously, I've never written anything like this chapter before, so I need some feedback, reviews or in a PM. The song used in this entry is Hey You! by Pink Floyd.

OH OH OH! Did anyone catch onto the line that I threw in there from way back when, in a previous entry? Lol.

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