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BPOV

It was a busy night at work.

Every table was full, we were short on staff, and there were actually people waiting for a table.

I didn't know what was wrong with everybody, cause if we're being honest, the food here sucked, and frankly, Hector, our cook was downright sketchy.

He claimed his parents were from Cuba and came over on a boat when his mom was preggers, but I swore he had Asian eyes and an Italian air to his questionable accent.

As I was serving drinks to table 4, table 6 had some tool that was loudly commenting that the service here sucked, and I had to fight back the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up and go to Chili's.

So not in the mood for this shit.

I'll be honest about my shitty mood.

I'm horny. I miss Edward. I just finished my period.

Did I say I'm horny?

Cause I am.

And also a little worried.

No, not that I'm knocked up.

Cause didn't you just hear me? I just finished my period.

It had been three weeks since my first date with Edward, and we've gone out a few more times, but I've been working so much, and Eddiepuss's parents have been wanting all his time and then some.

And this last week, Edward had been in Nevada celebrating his great grandma Gammy's 90th birthday. Apparently, it was at her favorite casino.

More power to her.

But, I mean… a week of celebrating.

Don't get me wrong. 90 is a huge ass deal and I'm sure if I ever turn 90 I'm gonna want to have some balls to the wall fun, but… a week? Really?

Understandably, Edward and I had been texting constantly like eighth grade "lovers" who say they're going out but really only text each other shit like "What's your favorite color?" and never actually date. But it was the best we could do.

One night in particular, Edward had called me, saying they finally were having an early night.

It was 2 A.M. but I wasn't complaining. His voice… gah. It was sleepy and rough and sexy and smooth and things escalated quickly to where I was sure there was going to be old school phone sex.

That is, until one of Gammy's many boyfriends knocked on Edward's door asking him if he could spare a rubber.

Edward, naturally, shelled one out quickly, then went back to the hot 'n' heavy convo we were having.

No, really, we both kind of dry heaved for a moment and said our goodnights, both about to nightmares of wrinkly, old bodies banging like it was going out of style.

But tonight, Edward was getting back from overly sexual Gammy's whore house, thank God. Then tomorrow night, we were having a movie night at his house. Hopefully, Carl and Esme would have an event they needed to attend so we could have just like 4 seconds of alone time.

I'm kind of hoping he'll ask me to like… be official with him of some sorts. I know that we're exclusive, and I know that we both really like each other, but I'm taking this moment to be a regular 17-year-old girl and wish I could make it Facebook offic, okay!

"Um, I asked for a refill on coffee like five minutes ago," Douche from table 6 announced loudly, while tapping me on the shoulder. I was holding about 4 plates full of food, while kind of lost in my own thoughts, so it was a miracle I didn't drop everything and kill somebody.

I mock gasped. "Wow, I am so sorry! One second!" I called out behind me, heading to table 3.

I heard him count to one.

Fucking prick.

XXX

By the time my shift was over, I was kissing the ground outside.

Worst shift ever.

But as soon as I walked into my house, I was ready to turn back around and head to work again.

My mom called me in for a family dinner, and I bit back a groan, just wanting an hour of quiet time.

I ignored her, and headed for the stairs, desperately wanting to get out of my work uniform. This dress was way too tight to be comfortable.

"Where do you think you're going? Set the table, missy!" My mom instructed while she flipped through a magazine on the couch.

I rolled my eyes. Predictably, after a 6-hour shift of serving entitled brats at work, I wanted to come home and serve my family as well.

"I'm going to but I-" I started.

Mom interrupted me. "No buts! This is a part of your allowance."

"Mom, I haven't gotten an allowance since I got my first baby sitting job at 13."

It was true. Once Brie and I were of age to start making money for ourselves, despite child labor laws, our shit allowance came to a screeching halt.

"I don't care for that tone," she replied, completely ignoring my comment.

I stomped into the kitchen, only to see Brie slaving over the stove, rolled my eyes, and set the table, before starting to walk up the stairs again.

"Dinner!" Brie called.

Mom pulled me by the tie on my dress into the kitchen and sat me down.

Dad came in a moment later, disgruntled, as always from his shift at the station.

My parents sighed simultaneously as they sipped from their wine glasses, presumably from a hard day of my father actually working and my mother shopping through their emergency funds.

I quietly cut into my chicken.

Brie texted under the table.

Classic Swan family dinner.

"So, girls, your father and I were thinking," Mom began.

"Leave me out of this," Dad interjected.

She continued, undeterred, "That since both our lovely daughters have some handsome young men in their lives,"

Brie gave me knucks under the table.

"That we should host a dinner with everyone's families!"

Mom smiled widely at us.

I choked on my water.

Brie dropped her fork.

Dad mumbled something under his breath that sounded like "shoot me."

"What do you girls say?"

Hmm…

How about hell no!

"Umm," I said instead.

Brie nervously giggled. "Is that really a good idea? I mean, it's not like everyone hasn't met…" she trailed off.

"Which is exactly why it will be a blast! The adults can kick back, drink some wine, while the kiddos talk about kid stuff!" She beamed.

"One problem, Edward and I are just hanging out, ya know? I mean… we're not like official. It's kinda weird that we have him over like that, don't you think? Brie and Dylan are actually boyfriend and girlfriend. Edward and I are kind of just dating…" I trailed off, feeling retarded by having to explain this out loud.

My parents blinked at me.

Brie made her "this is awkward" face.

Mom shook her head slightly. "No, no. It's not weird. My friends do this all the time with their kids and I've never got to before now! We're doing it and that's final. I will arrange it with their parents and you girls talk to your boys!" She broke out in a huge grin while my dad chugged his glass. Mom then clapped her hands together, squealing slightly. "Oh, I am just so excited! We will be planning this later but needless to say, we need to go shopping! Anyways, did you guys hear about the Chan's daughter being pregnant? I always said they were terrible parents."

Mom continued to talk about everyone else's personal lives while I felt like crawling under the table. That had been embarrassing and it was going to be embarrassing when the Cullen's declined saying they were not attached to our family because Edward didn't want and was not ready for a girlfriend.

Just… shit.

The longer I sat at the table, the more I felt like shit, and the more I felt like shit, the more worried I became that Edward would never ask me to be his girlfriend.

Dinner ended quickly, and before I knew it, it was 1 a.m., I was worrying myself into a frenzy, and I had to get up at 7 for work. Friday's were the worst shift. 8 A.M. to 6 P.M.

After tossing and turning in bed for another hour, desperately wanting to call or text Edward just to hear his voice or read his words, I managed to fall into a nightmarish sleep.

XXX

"Morning. I'm Bella and I'll be your server. What can I," I paused to yawn, "Get you?" I asked to the table of men in business suit's sitting at what was the last empty table in my section.

"I'll take a large coffee with extra sugar," one man replied. I yawned again, wishing I could just go back to bed forever.

"From the looks of it, it seems like you need it more than Charles here does," a different man interjected, letting out a boisterous laugh that practically shook my brain loose. He shook 'Charles' shoulders and ripped off a huge order to match his huge stomach. The rest of the men were just as loud with their ordering and by the time I left their table, I was ready to just kill myself.

What I would give to just be working the bar today.

Oh. That's right. I am working the bar. Plus 7 tables. All full.

If Sherri doesn't get back from her vacation soon, I'm going to burn this damn place down.

And speaking of vacation, mine couldn't come soon enough. My vacation from life, that is.

Okay, okay, I'll stop with the suicide and self harm jokes.

I'm just really morbid in this morning.

At about 10, Sandy stumbled into the restaurant, coming to sit at his usual bar side seat, which was right in front of the freshly made Cinnamon Rolls.

I smiled brightly at him, to which he smiled just as big back, but it quickly faded when a loud clang from Table 9 filled the room.

"I need coffee immediately and anything greasy. I'm hungover."

I gasped.

Not once in my entire life had I ever seen Sandy be anything close to not totally shitfaced.

It was refreshing, and I knew why he was doing this.

Last week, one of Fork's oldest inhabitants, Mary Fischer, had died, and when her house was being raided because she had no family line to pass her crap onto, a shit ton of town secrets had been found.

Apparently, there were huge scandals from things as big as the President at the time, to who the real dad was to Joe Klein, the owner of Klein's Gas N Go.

I really didn't know, or care, what all was in it, except that it was supposed to be juicy, and that the only chance this stuff could aired in a slightly classy fashion would be if Sandy was able to start his gossip column.

I was pleased to see he was trying to turn his life around at least, no matter how dumb the cause might seem to some people.

I gave him extra bacon because he was hangover and because I was proud of him. And what better shows that than free extra bacon?

XXX

At the end of my shift, I rushed home to shower quickly and try to scrub the greasy fries smell out of my hair.

I hurriedly blow dried it enough for the waves to be manageable and was instantly irritated when, as usual, my hair completely defied all of the styling products I put on it, and did whatever the hell it wanted. I opted for a high, bouncy pony instead, too anxious to deal with that shit right now.

Now I had to decide what to wear.

Fuck!

Why didn't I do this last night at 2 in the morning when I couldn't sleep?

Gah, I'm dumb.

I ripped through my closet, through all the clothes on my floor, through the clothes in my dirty laundry hamper, through every drawer.

And I was positive Edward had seen literally all of it before.

It was time to go into uncharted territory.

My mother's room.

No, I'm totally kidding.

I wouldn't be caught dead in her clothes.

She was so stuffy and plain and just all around… beige.

With some random oranges and reds, which were so not right for my skin tone.

I creeped through the connected bathroom into Brie's room.

As usual, everything was in the right spot, not a single spec of dust anywhere.

Gah, this girl had issues.

But it could be argued that I did too, if you looked at my room, or my side of the bathroom, or ya know, just me.

Luckily, little Brie was over at her friend's house for the night, so I could get in, steal a top, and return it with her none the wiser.

I opened her closet to see it all completely color coded and just all around OCD heaven.

Isn't that special.

I went straight to the purple because I knew that was where her prettiest and most expensive tops always were in, since it was her, and my, favorite color.

Plus, Edward had complimented purple on me before and really, he was the reason I was even contemplating wearing pants after a 10 hour shift, but I had missed him so much, I didn't care.

Gently combing through the shirts and dresses, I found the one I was looking for. It was purple, obviously, with the prettiest beadwork I'd ever seen. Just as I was reaching for it, I heard the front door open and shut with Brie calling out to my mom.

I ripped my hand back as if it had been burned. I held very still, listening for footsteps. Sure enough, they were coming up the stairs.

Shit.

I ran as quietly as I could into the bathroom, plopping down at the vanity wearing just my bra and panties, hoping she wouldn't know I'd just been pilfering through her clothes.

I heard her enter her room, and saw her walk by in my peripheral vision. I pretended to be fixing my mascara.

"B?" She poked her head in the room. I looked innocently at her. "Were you in my room?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

She narrowed her eyes. Shit. "Are you sure?" She dragged out the last word, glancing at her… open closet.

Fuck, the door was shut when I went in there.

"Positive."

She stared at me for a moment longer, before shrugging and walking out.

Whew.

I waited until she left again, so I could grab the shirt, but she sat on her butterfly chair and started texting, almost looking as if she were guarding her closet.

"Aren't you going to a friend's house tonight?" I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Nope, change of plans. Some friend's are coming over here. Aren't you going to Edward's?"

"Yes. Soon."

I tried my best to hide my annoyance and went back to my room, picking out an outfit I'd definitely worn before: A denim button up shirt with black short shorts, gladiator sandals, and my satchel.

After one last look in the mirror, I opened my door, getting ready to leave.

I nearly shat myself when Brie was standing right there in the hallway, smirking. "Forgetting something?" She asked, holding up my phone.

Wow, I am an idiot.

I had set it on her butterfly chair. And she had been pretending to text on it.

"Um…" came my eloquent response.

"You filthy liar!" She yelled jumping on my back when I turned and anticipated this. But she was giggling and tickling me, making me laugh with her.

"Brie!" I panted between gasps. "I gotta go! Edward's…" I screamed, "waiting"

She fell off and was laughing before slapping my butt and telling me to go get some.

I planned on following her advice.

XXX

Once I pulled up outside the Cullen's, my nerves overpowered me suddenly, but not as much as the thought that I was so close to seeing Edward for the first time in a week.

A week.

And I was losing my mind.

I needed to see him. To have my arms around him. To just see his stupid ass smirk that made me filled with anger, lust, and giddiness.

Wow. Stalker much, B?

I wiped the sweat from my neck, ignoring my creepy inner monologue, and began the walk to the front door.

I knocked gently, so gently I was sure no one inside could have heard. Hell, I barely heard it. Trained dogs couldn't have heard that. I raised my fist again to knock louder on the door, putting my back into it, and promptly punched Edward in the face.

He had opened the door about a millisecond before my fist hit the door… and well.

"Shit! Oh my, gosh! Edward! Are you okay?" I was flailing my hands around his face, not knowing where to touch to make it better.

"Fuck," he groaned, touching his nose that looked like a small flicker of blood was pooling underneath it.

My chin was wobbling I felt so bad.

"I'm so, so, so sorry. Is it broken? Where is it hurting the worst? Can you even speak?" I was frantic now.

Suddenly, he smiled and coughed out a laugh, immediately cringing afterward though.

"Wow…fuck. You've got a great right hook, girl." He blinked his eyes real tight a couple times.

"Thanks. No. Fuck, I mean. I don't know what I'm saying. Are you okay? Are your parents home? I mean, your dad's a doctor."

Someone, anyone, I beg, please stop my rambling.

"Bella, Bella. Shh. It's okay. I'm fine. I was just caught really off guard, that's all. Normally, people don't punch me in the face when I open the door."

I was the color of a tomato and felt as if I would explode from embarrassment. "Wow. I am so sorry. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm totally fine. Please, come inside." He smiled, no sign of wincing anymore on his face.

I squinted my eyes at him, assessing him. "You're sure we don't need to like, call your dad or something?"

He groaned. "Fuck, no. That would make him come home, and honestly, I don't know if we'd get him back out of the house until like, next Thursday. It's fine. I'm fine. You're fine and clearly able to defend yourself with an attack, so that gives me some rest." He winked and grabbed my hand.

I blushed more, if that were possible, and apologized all the way to the kitchen.

He grabbed my shoulders, facing me directly. "Bella. It is fine. I'm not even bleeding. It doesn't even hurt anymore. But you know what would make me feel better?"

I shook my head slightly.

"You to stop apologizing and kiss it better."

He laughed when I rolled my eyes, and gently leant forward to barely kiss the end of his nose, before each cheek, then a soft peck to his lips that felt so good and so right I had a shiver go down my spine.

Edward pecked my lips once more before pulling away, and pulling me behind him toward the oven.

He opened the door, revealing what looked like a pre-made pizza being heated. Just looking at it made me hungry.

"Honey, you baked!" I said in a cheesy accent.

He winked at me, before dipping me and pressing his lips to mine. "Just for you."

He pulled it out a moment later, addressing it for… well I'm not sure, but for something.

After a moment he breathed a sigh of relief. "Good! No visible melted plastic on this one!"

Yeah, maybe I shouldn't eat too much of it.

"Alright, can you grab some drinks out of the fridge then we can go upstairs?"

I nodded, grabbed our drinks and went up the stairs, with Edward behind me. The stairs creaked, something I'd never noticed before, but then again, the house had never been this silent before.

"The house is so quiet," I mentioned when my ankle popped, and it sounded like an explosion in the still house.

"I know, it's great," he replied calmly and steadily, two things I was suddenly not feeling at all.

I mean, I'd come to the poor guy's house, punched him in the face, was about to eat some melted plastic, and I couldn't remember if I'd shaved my pits or not today.

I think I did but… I can't recall doing so.

"Yeah, awesome," I said, trying to sound upbeat.

I just felt like I was going to screw tonight up even more somehow.

We got to his room and situated ourselves on his bed. My phone buzzed in my bag, so I told Edward to pick a movie while I checked my phone.

Have you happened to see my Bob racer back shirt at your house or Alice's lately? Going to that tribute thing and can't find it… -R

I rolled my eyes and replied "no" to Rose, saying that I hadn't seen any Bob paraphernalia at my house or Alice's house as of late.

"What was that?" Edward asked as he stuffed his face.

Attractive.

The sad thing was, that on him, it was.

"Just Rose. She can't find her favorite Bob shirt. The usual." I shrugged.

"Sure."

"So what did you choose for the movie?" I asked, inspecting every inch of my pizza before I bit into it.

"Well… you're gonna think I'm a huge nerd, but I've been in a Harry Potter mood for like a week now, so… is part one of seven okay?"

Ok, really.

Could this guy get any more perfect?

The answer is no.

Unless he's read the books…

Amiright?

I tried to sound casual and not like my ovaries had just exploded or anything. "Yeah, that's cool."

"Cool," he smiled, getting up to place it in the DVD player, then rejoining me on the bed. "These are such great movies."

I bit my lip to keep from asking him if he had sorted himself into his rightful house online and if he had a wand and wanted to play with it.

No, not like that you pervert!

I took a bite. "Have you read the books?"

He scoffed. "Have I read the books? Duh. I have the whole series over there. Mint condit. Mint."

I thought to Brie's copies and mine. They were ripped and stained and a few had some pages missing.

"That's like having gold to your name, my friend," I praised, pretending to be awestruck by the beauties.

He laughed, but then we both got serious when the movie started.

Yeah. I think we're kind of perfect for each other.

XXX

After the movie ended, it was only a little after 9, and Edward said his parents wouldn't be home until probably 2, which gave us a loooot of time.

Me likey. Me likey a lot.

Wow, I apologize that I'm such a freak.

We each took a bathroom break, then ended up sitting on his bed.

Edward was smiling and staring happily at me and I felt somewhat dizzy, like I was in a trance.

He started scooting over to me, mirroring me by sitting Indian style and putting his hands on his knees.

"Hi," he whispered, his fingers brushing mine.

"Hi," I whispered back.

"I never told you how pretty you look tonight," he murmured, brushing a loose piece of hair behind my ear.

I intertwined our fingers and brought his left hand up to my mouth to kiss his hand.

"I'm still really sorry about punching you," I whispered, noticing that we were leaning toward each other.

"I've told you to stop apologizing," his words vibrated against my lips and then we were kissing and it was full of need and all things we didn't quite know how to say to each other.

"Sorry," I muttered, smiling through the kiss with him.

He moved to his knees and to where he was hovering over me slightly. It was awkward and funny and caused me to laugh, but when he growled playfully and pulled me on top of him, it wasn't so funny anymore.

With my legs on either side of his hips, him flat against the bed, and us panting, the air felt intense.

I connected our lips again, thanking the world for Mentos, and slid my hands into his hair, loving the fact that I could do that.

His hands were splayed on my back, pressing me down firmly to him, as if he let go, I would detach myself from him.

Right.

I moved the silent kisses to his neck, enjoying his breaths going down my neck, causing shivers and goose bumps.

"I missed you so fucking much," he breathed roughly, his tongue barely tracing my ear.

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. "I missed you," I whispered, almost inaudibly. "I missed you too much."

He gently rolled us over to where he was on top and kissed my forehead before touching my lips again.

The kisses shared after reuniting always seems to have the sweetest air to them. They speak much more than the kisses that are given when someone is leaving or when you know there will be hundreds or thousands more.

I expected the kisses to lose that sweetness quickly; I knew Edward and he got rough fast. But even as our movements became frenzied and hurried, there was still something I could not place happening between us.

As Edward frantically removed my and his shirt, our skin was flush against each other, and once my bra was off, we gasped into our kiss.

"Edward," I panted, my eyes wide and alert, just as his were.

"I know," he breathed, holding me tightly to him. I could feel him hard against my inner thigh and I was overcome with so much want.

I had never felt this desperate or needy before and that was saying something because with Edward, I felt one or the other constantly.

When his hands reached for my belt, I decided I'd had enough of letting him do the undressing part. I lunged forward for his belt, unbuckling it before tugging down his shorts and boxers. I watched awe struck as his sprang free; my entire body shivered and it made me so fucking wet to see him this hard for me.

I wrapped my hand around it, wasting no time, and giving gentle tugs that made him fall to his elbows and bury his head in my neck.

"Feels so good."

I kissed and sucked and licked at his neck while I rubbed my thumb over the tip, pleased when he whimpered as I let go.

I pushed him to sit up, following suit, and pushed him against his headboard again, with his legs spread and stretched out.

Sliding forward, I kissed his chest, going down his torso, and pelvis, licking the cuts of it there. He whined when I passed over his cock and balls, but went to his thighs while jutting my ass in the air. He gripped my ponytail and stuttered his breath as I bit down and sucked, leaving a hickey on his top inner thigh.

"Fuck… so hot…Bella… Bella!" I sucked a ball into my mouth, laving it with my tongue before going onto the next one.

He was getting pretty worked up by the sound of his voice and frenetic hip thrusts.

"Please, baby… oh, fuck!" He groaned after minutes of torture of me ignoring his engorged cock. I was very pleased when I saw that he seemed pretty close just from what I was doing.

I decided to put him out of his misery, and moved forward a bit, my ass jutting out even further, and sucked the tip into my mouth, my tongue tracing the slit there.

"Fuck!" He roared, his grip tightening.

I took more of it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, spurred on by his grunts and groans. "Oh…oh, yeah!" His gently pushed my head down more, and with the angle like this, it was impossible not to choke and try to pull back.

"Fuck, I love feeling you choke on my cock," he gasped, leaning forward and smacking my ass, making me scream around him.

Suddenly, he was coming in my mouth and I was rubbing my thighs together in frustration.

As he slowly recovered, he pulled me up to straddle his quickly deflating cock. He bent down and took one of my hard nipples into his mouth, making me whine.

"Are you wet, baby?"

Like he couldn't feel it.

"Yes, Edward. I'm so wet for you," I gasped out, wanting him to touch me so bad I didn't know what would happen if he didn't.

"Mmm… I like hearing you desperate for me. What do you want me to do to you, Bella?"

He pushed me on my stomach and began kissing up and down my spine. "Your ass is so fucking sexy…" he licked my right cheek before biting down. I, obviously, moaned loudly.

"What do you want, baby?"

"Touch me. Please, touch me!"

He chuckled darkly, his more dominating side coming out again. "I am touching you."

I groaned in frustration, feeling even more desperate than before. "Touch my pussy, lick my pussy! Fuck me! Anything, please!"

His body was covering mine in a second, his semi pushing against my ass.

"Well, why didn't you just say so, my horny little slut?"

I knew that I should feel degraded or embarrassed when he called me shit like that, but as he flipped me over and pulled off my thong, licking the crotch before diving between my thighs, attacking my pussy, him calling me that only made me wetter.

He licked me slowly then would speed up until I was almost crying from needing to come, and of course, right when I would be on the verge, he would slow down. It was frustrating. It was maddening. It was so fucking hot.

"Edward, please!" I whined, grabbing his hair harder, making him groan into me.

He laughed softly, before pushing two fingers into me and sucking my clit into his mouth.

I was done.

My back arched almost completely off the bed and my hips were pushing into him with all their might. And the best thing about it, Edward didn't stop until I had to push him away.

I fell back to the bed, panting like a damn dog, and Edward was kissing up my body, finally making it to my mouth. I could feel his cock against my stomach, letting me know he was more than ready for round three.

"You taste so good, Bella," he whispered roughly before covering my lips with his.

He broke away, reaching into his nightstand to pull out a condom, and I sat up some to help him roll it on.

He started to pant louder, which in turn, made me pant more, and he pushed us to where I was on my back and he was above me again, hooking my legs around my waist once it was on good.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, softly, lining himself up.

I kissed him again and relaxed.

He started showering my face with kisses as he lined himself up; thrusting in and dragging my hard nipples over his chest, making me arch my back.

When he was fully sheathed inside, my breath was taken away and his mouth was on mine. It was euphoria.

He started pushing in and out and every time I was filled we would moan together and every time he pulled out, he would grunt and I would whimper as we clung desperately to each other, needing this so badly.

Then it was too much and he touched me harshly and demanding, coaxing me to finish, and when I did, he followed soundlessly and shuddering.

And when it was all over, and we were left breathless and panting and holding onto each other, shivering with goose bumps, I knew. I knew I was falling hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Oh, Bella. As if you aren't already in love with him.

Okay first off, I am soooo sorry I'm just now updating. I probably rewrote this chapter 15 times and hated every version and things have been crazy, so please forgive me.

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