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I wish I owned them, but I don't, sorry.
Why me?
October 16, 2009
"Please, Bella. It'll be fun. We can even get matching costumes!"
"Edward. It's not a good idea. I'm not a social person, you know this. Besides, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be drinking." I looked at him sternly.
He looked at me in confusion and then furrowed his brow. "Well, I don't know why you would think that, but anyway, I hadn't said I planned to drink. I just think it would be fun to hang out with our friends together. And…well, I have always wanted to dress up." He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
I sighed heavily. "I don't know, Edward. I'm not too keen on the idea of being around a bunch of upperclassmen that we don't know. You know how mean they are to freshmen. I have a hard enough time with other freshmen, let alone juniors and seniors."
Then he looked at me with the biggest puppy dog, droopy-eyed, pouty look I had ever seen. "Pleeeeeaaaase, Bella." And then, for good measure, he batted his eyes and pushed his lower lip out as far as it would reach.
I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Let me think about it, okay? I'm just not sure I want to go down that route again."
You would have thought I'd said yes, because Edward started bouncing on his knees where he was kneeling on the couch. He grabbed his laptop and started typing in a url. Within seconds, there was a page full of costumes and he started sorting them, before I even had a chance to recognize what they were.
"I was thinking…what do you say to us having a Star Trek theme? Too geeky?" He was clicking costumes left and right.
"Nah, it's not too geeky. Not all trekkies are nerds." I giggled, knowing darn good and well that probably ninety-five percent of them actually were.
I caught a glimpse of a very realistic Spock costume and stopped him. "That one! That's perfect. It looks so real. It's not goofy looking like some that I've seen before."
He looked at me funny and said, "You want to be Spock?"
Rolling my eyes, I said, "Yeah, I sure do. And I figured you can be Nyota Uhura." Boy for a genius, he was pretty dense sometimes.
"So, you want me to be Spock? Pointy ears and all? Like that's not going to alert the geek radar."
"Oh come on! It'll be fun. If you are dragging me to this thing, then at least I get to pick your outfit. You'll be Spock and I'll be Uhura." I smiled sweetly, until I looked at his face and it was twisted in confusion.
"Bella…you do know she was African American, right? And you are like…pale as a ghost?"
"Of course I know this; I haven't been living in a cave. I can just use some spray-on tanning stuff or something." I waved my hand as if it was no big deal.
He grumbled and said, "Fine…but the minute someone cracks on my ears we're leaving. I mean it!"
I laughed and agreed, telling him that was all part of the plan to make sure we didn't stay long. He rolled his eyes and ordered his costume and then we began looking through Uhura costumes. I was very picky with the costume because there was no way I was wearing a mini skirt and most of her costumes consisted of 'barely there' dresses. I finally found one with the black slacks, so I quickly ordered it, afraid it wouldn't last long because surely all of the other girls would want slacks, right? Riiiight…
Edward received an email confirmation that he could pick his up on the 30th and I could pick mine up on the 31st. I wasn't exactly happy about having to wait until the very last minute, but what can you do?
"Ok, Spock, I guess it's official, now. We will be beamed up Stardate -313167.57990867585." I smiled smugly.
"Actually, to be exact, it's Stardate -313167.57990867586, but who's counting?"
I elbowed him in the side. "You're such a nerd."
October 20, 2009
I was early to Physiology, again. I sat in my seat and pulled out my books and notes to busy myself until Edward graced me with his presence. Yes, I realize I sound like a nerd. I was looking through my notes when I felt someone squat down beside my chair. I jumped and looked over to find Newton. Lovely.
"Hey, Bella. So, are you going to the Halloween party? I thought maybe we could coordinate our costumes and meet there." He placed his hand on my thigh and smiled what I think was supposed to be seductively. Trust me, it wasn't.
"Actually, New…Mike, I am going to the party, but I have a date." It felt really good to say that. I hadn't actually verbalized it before.
He looked repulsed when he said, "A date? With who?" What the heck? The way he said it made it sound like he didn't think anyone would actually ask me to a party.
"Edward. You know, the guy I sit next to every class. The guy I walk out of class with. The guy I eat lunch with, on almost a daily basis. Yeah, we are going to the party together." I jutted out my chin defiantly.
He scoffed and continued with the look of repulsion as he said, "Edward? What in the world do you see in that guy? He's a loser. You need a real man, Bella." I had forgotten that he had placed his hand on my thigh, and when he said 'real man' he emphasized it by moving his hand higher up my leg.
I grabbed his fingers and bent them backwards as I said through my teeth, "A 'real man' as you put it, wouldn't force his hands in places they were not welcomed. It'd be in your best interest to keep your grubby paws off me."
He whimpered as I released his hand. "Damn, Bella. That was unnecessary." He looked at me menacingly. "Don't worry, babe. I'll let Edward have his time in the spotlight. But the second he turns his back on you, I'll be there pick up the pieces." He smiled and leaned forward, kissing me on the cheek before I even had time to get out of the way.
I quickly wiped his nasty slobber off of my cheek and grumbled, "That's disgusting."
October 31, 2009
I had to take three different bus routes to get to the costume shop, only to find a line that wrapped all the way around the store. I was glad that I had ordered ahead of time, because I would bet that the pickings were slim. I was also a bit perturbed because of the fact that I still had to stand in this God forsaken line like everyone else, even though I had ordered two weeks before. I pulled out my iPhone and started playing Sudoku.
It took nearly three full games before I was at the front of the line. I handed the lady my confirmation number and waited patiently for her to retrieve my costume. Five excruciatingly long minutes later she handed me a garment bag, which was much smaller than I had anticipated. I unzipped it and gasped. "This is not my costume. I specifically asked for the one with slacks."
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I just give 'em how I receive 'em. Besides, this late in the game, there's not much we can do for you. Sorry. Have a good day." Good day my…hindquarters.
I stood outside the shop for at least another fifteen minutes. What in the heck was I gonna do? It was too late to try to find another costume, and it would ruin our theme if I went as someone else anyway. But also, I wasn't going to be caught dead in a mini skirt. I contemplated my options – which weren't very many – and then I decided I could get some boots and cover up as much skin as humanly possible.
I went to several stores before I finally found one that carried thigh-high boots. Then I had the dilemma of picking the heels. The supply of boots with small or no heel was extremely limited, and to beat it all, the heelless boots were hideous. And then, of course, the gorgeous boots had five or six inch heels, which was absolutely not gonna happen. I finally managed to find a pair with four inch heels – not my preference, but they would have to do – that were fairly cute. I purchased them and finally hopped on the first of three busses to take me back to my dorm.
Angela and I decided to help each other get ready and walk together to the party since Ben and Edward were located past the MAC and it would have been silly for them to pass the hall just to walk us to the party. We had made plans to meet outside of the building so that we could walk in together.
Angela had a good laugh for about twenty minutes over my getting stuck with a mini dress. When I showed her the boots I had picked out she squealed and told me that it would make my costume epic. I told her I didn't care about the costume's 'epicness', I just wanted to cover as much skin as I possibly could.
Thirty minutes before the party, our characters had been fabricated darn near close to perfection. I had found a very nice, even coverage, spray-on tan, and since I used my own hair instead of a wig, I looked authentic. I shivered when I imagined how Edward would look in his Spock costume. Laugh if you must, but Spock was just plain sexy, without even trying. Sex symbol, savant and occasional psychic; Spock is an icon for all times, and I was going to see him represented by the man I lust after on a daily basis.
Angela had chosen a Queen of Sheba ensemble and informed me that Ben was coming as King Solomon. I should also say that I had to listen to a forty-five minute rant about the discrepancies of the relationship between the two. Angela, being the hopeless romantic that she was, believed that the two were very much in love. Who was I to dispute that?
We began walking to the party five minutes before it was to start. We didn't want to be early, but at the same time, we didn't want the guys to have to wait on us.
Less than a block away from the building, I had an uneasy sense of déjà vu. My stomach twisted in knots, but then I remembered I would be with Edward, and none of the past events would come into play with him at my side. The thought comforted me, and I was able to continue walking toward the building with confidence.
We made it to the MAC and Ben was already standing there, but Edward was not.
"Hey, Bella. Edward had a phone call just as we were walking out the door, I'm sure he will be here shortly." He smiled cordially.
"Thanks, Ben. I'm sure you're right. You guys can go in; I'll just wait out here for him." I waved as they began walking away.
Less than a minute later, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Edward. My heart stuttered. I was not about to go to this party without him. I opened the message with shaky fingers.
So sorry, something important came up last minute. Still coming, I swear, just gonna be an hr late. Plz forgive me. Xoxo
I quickly texted back.
No problem. Cya when you get here. Be safe. I'll wait inside. Come find me, my dear Spock. ;) xoxo
I swallowed nervously and gathered up the courage to walk inside.
The first thing I did was look for Angela or Ben, or heck, even Emmett would suffice at this point. Anyone that could ward off Newton. Of course, since I'm analogous to Charlie Brown, and nothing ever works to my advantage, I couldn't find a single person I recognized. I was disheartened when I came to the conclusion that I would have to fend for myself and most likely come in contact with Newton once again.
I went toward the mass of people congregating around the snack table. I diverted my steps to avoid the liquor table and hopefully not see anymore naked torsos being used as shot glasses. I grabbed a can of Barq's and shuffled back to the long, empty wall, leaned my shoulder against it, and pulled out my iPhone to play some Sudoku until Edward appeared, or someone non-pervy came to keep me company.
I had barely filled in four numbers when I felt hands snake around my waist. I jumped and tried to pull away, prepared for those hands to belong to Mike Newton. The arms grasped me tightly and pulled me back and I felt lips against my ear.
"Hey there, you magnificent female specimen," Edward whispered before he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
"Mmmm, I thought you were going to be an hour late." I moved my head to the side, giving him full access to my neck.
"The issue has been rectified." He began sucking on my neck, hard enough that he was going to leave a mark. I was a bit worried about having a noticeable blemish that could easily be deduced as a hickey. Oh well, it's not like I have to hide it from a parent, so why not?
Edward snaked his hands further around my waist and groaned into my ear, "You look so freaking hot in this outfit, you know…I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you. And those 'fuck me' boots make me want to do exactly that." What in the world had come over him?
I twisted around to get a look at him in his Spock outfit and to see if maybe he had somehow already gotten a hold of some alcohol, because let's face it – Edward and alcohol were not a good combination, and that's the only explanation for his brusque attitude. Once I was completely facing him, I did not come face to face with Spock, but honest to God I didn't have it in me to complain, because Lord, have mercy he was the sexiest thing I had ever laid eyes on.
He was wearing a black jumpsuit with a padded muscle torso giving him the look of a very defined muscled man. There was a wide, black belt across the middle with fancy gold designs surrounding the letter 'Z'. The costume had knee-high boots attached to the jumpsuit. He had a long black cape with printed gold trim near the neckline and two gold studs with the letter 'Z' and a metal chain connected between them. He was wearing the signature Zorro hat with the gold 'Z' and gold trim, along with the adjustable strap under the chin, which he had hanging very loosely. Of course, he also had the black face mask and a rapier sheathed in a scabbard hanging from his hip.
I closed my gaping mouth and swallowed repeatedly trying to get some moisture in my mouth, but it was a fruitless attempt. I gulped down a swig of my soda and licked my lips. Apparently the costume shop had messed up his order much like mine, but his was for the better. Unfortunately, now we weren't a matching couple and I felt extremely inadequate next to the magnificent Don Diego de la Vega. Seriously, doesn't that sound incredibly sexy? Even more so than Zorro…le sigh.
"Well, you look…really, really amazing. I guess they messed up your order as well, huh? It's great, though. I just feel very out of place." I chuckled.
Edward stepped forward so his chest was flush with mine and he leaned in and placed a soft kiss against my lips. The kiss was brief and I whined when he pulled away. He smiled slyly and placed his lips against mine a bit more forcefully. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he moaned against my mouth. He enveloped my waist with his arms and pulled me tighter against him. I licked his lips asking for entrance and he granted me access enthusiastically. As our tongues danced he pressed me against the wall, grinding his erection into my stomach. I was so caught up in the heat of the moment, that I actually forgot we were smack dab in the middle of a crowd of strangers.
I separated from him, just a tad and said, "We um, shouldn't…we have an audience, we should calm down."
He briefly sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and then grabbed me by the hand and started leading me down a dark hall. Once we were further back in the shadows, he shoved me against the wall again, widening my stance with his leg, which was now placed between mine. He went back to kissing me as he lowered himself so that his erection was situated at the apex between my thighs, and he began to press against me.
I twisted my hands into the back of his jumpsuit and he hummed against my lips and began creating friction between us as he continued to press against my pelvis. He slid his tongue into my mouth and explored like he'd never done before, never ceasing his grinding.
Edward reached behind me, cupped my butt and lifted me so that my waist was even with his. He wrapped my legs around his hips and I couldn't even begin to fathom what was happening. It was so incredible, so intense, and I didn't want to stop. Once I locked my ankles together and he realized I wasn't going to lose my footing, he ran his hands up my thighs, under my skirt and skimmed the edge of my panties. It was at that moment that I remembered I was in a very short mini skirt and most likely more of my body was on display than I had ever intended. However, I was too far gone to really care at that point. He quit his grinding just enough to slip his fingers under the edge of my panties. I squeaked when I felt his skin come in contact with my very wet, very warm, very sensitive flesh, which had never been touched without barriers before.
"Shh, you don't want to draw attention to this hall, do you? That would be quite embarrassing if someone caught you in the midst of your orgasm, wouldn't it?" I had never heard Edward speak so seductively before. I couldn't stop the actions that followed. I pressed my wetness against his fingers and threaded my hands in his hair as I barreled forward into another searing kiss. His sexy Zorro hat slipped backward off of his head, but the neck strap caught on his chin. He made a gurgling sound alerting me that the strap was choking him. I slipped it over his head and dropped his hat behind him.
He then resumed the kissing and slid a finger into me. I groaned and bucked my hips unintentionally, causing his finger to go deeper and the pleasurable pressure to increase. I was breathlessly panting against his lips, so he then lowered his mouth and began peppering my neck with gentle pecks and nibbles. He quickened his finger and flattened his tongue against my jugular causing a marvelous sensation simultaneously with the titillating tingle going on between my legs. I was on the verge of climax, and I was breathing so quickly and shallowly that I was sure I would hyperventilate if it lasted too long.
Edward slipped another finger inside of me and bit my earlobe murmuring into my ear, "Cum for me. Cum allover my fingers so I can lick them clean." Holy mother of pearl! Where did he learn to talk like this? That was freaking hot!
Of course his dirty talk did inevitably push me over the edge and I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. Once I came down, he really did, honest to God, take his fingers up to his mouth and so slowly, so erotically, he sucked the juice from them and instantly plunged his tongue back into my mouth with my juices still evident.
Then, very suddenly, he jerked back and lowered me to the floor and turned back toward the party. What the…
I started running after him – well, as fast as I could run in heels, which regrettably was about as fast as a turtle. I turned the corner and the room was incredibly crowded. It seemed like the population had doubled since we had gone to the back hall. I scanned the room for Edward's hat, which he had since put back on his head, and I caught him near the front door.
I weaved in and out of the crowd, rushing to him before he could leave. I couldn't figure out what had just happened, but I needed to see what I had done wrong. I was about ten feet behind him and just before I called out his name my eyes fell upon a sight that dropped my stomach clean out of my body and onto the floor in front of me.
Spock was walking in the front door.
I'm just gonna back away slowly, but before I do, I will leave you with some rec's to read while you wait for next week *grin*
(Have you read my outtake? It's chapter 7 from EPOV)
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