A/N:

I didn't want to blather on here, but I really do need to thank all of you for leaving the awesome reviews. I know I've been complete fail at responding lately only because I'm devoting every spare minute to writing and get this sucker finished. Just know that all of your hilarious comments and feedback do wonders for me, and I truly do appreciate each and every one. Thanks again.

To my Pufferfish, HammerHips, a very SPESHUL smoochie to you. You know why. Also to AlexisDanaan, for letting me rock her shower. Muwahaha.

Chapter 10

Tunes for this chapter:

Falling Slowly – Glen Hanson and Marketa Irglova

All That I Am – Rob Thomas

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"I don't know you, but I want you all the more for that…"

My eyelids puckered and squeezed, not wanting to open. Shoving my hands under the pillow, my brain chanted, More sleep, need more, just a little bit…

"And games that never amount, to more than they're meant will play themselves out."

Music.

My body felt like a giant slab of lead, every tendon aching as I rolled onto my back, my arm flapping across the bed, my eyes refusing to open.

Where am I?...

Edward's. His guestroom.

Yes, that was music coming…from somewhere. Sweet, haunting, sad. Not something I usually listened to.

"Take this sinking boat and point it home, we've still got time…"

"Errrrph," Moaning out loud, my fingers splaying out as I stretched every protesting muscle to the limit, visions of last night suddenly flashing in my head, my hand suddenly reacting, reaching, patting the mattress – no, more like pounding it - until I realized he wasn't there, more lyrics wafting in.

"Well you have suffered enough, and warred with yourself. It's time that you won."

Edward.

Cuffs. Smacks. Wall.

Fuck…me.

What the fuck is he listening to? What the fuck time is it? Remembering the kingdom of Edward had no clock in this room, I slithered my legs over the edge of the mattress and dropped my feet to the floor.

"Shit." My hand stretched for safe harbor, grabbing the mattress behind me, my legs wobbly, my head spinning faster than Mercury on acid. "Steady there, girl." Man, whatever bug I had…

Was it a bug, or was it…

Last night?

I plopped my ass back on the bed, as the thought whizzed through my head quicker than the Millenium Falcon in hyperdrive.

I want you.

Oh shit.

I had wanted him. Want him. More than I ever knew before, more than I'd ever knew it was possible to want someone else, solely, completely.

But it was what he had said, spoken aloud, that now came to the forefront, banging in my head like old-fashioned church bells, accompanied by the memory of two very forceful rams of his cock.

"I want…you, Bella."

"Only…you."

Geezofuckingpeet.

My fingers drew a path down the part of my hair, ripping through it as if the answer to all were hidden somewhere in my roots.

Edward. What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are we doing…?

Son of cocksucking whore, I didn't need this. I didn't need any of it. How had I ended up here? How had I…?

"I don't like games, Bella. Plain and simple. I know you're the master. But know this. Don't ever play them with me."

Even that very first day, our very first meeting, I had felt it. The way he held himself – confidence oozing, power dripping. The way he spoke – commandingly, assuredly. The way those FuckMe Emeralds had seared into my soul.

I'd felt it.

I felt it now.

I didn't need protection, yet I craved the safety of his arms, his body against mine. I didn't need love, or even know anything about it frankly, yet I wanted him to say it.

"No, Bella! SAY it!"

Was that what he…?

Why did he want me to say it? Why couldn't he say it? What was he holding back? And why?

"Fuuuck." I whispered to the air, dropping my head, my eyes shutting out everything. I needed to be on, spot on, for the next week, and I didn't have time for whatever this was. Not now. Next week was the bi-pinnacle of the year, the only other more important meeting the NSM in January. I couldn't be distracted, my head needed to be in the game, the whole game, at least until noon next Saturday when sessions ended. At the Ball that night I could let it go, most likely get schnockered, and Edward and I could fuck like minx, no ice-pick underneath my side of the bed.

Getting up on my feet again, I took such a deep breath my tits nearly hurt. No dizziness, no time for over-analytical Bella to come out of the closet where she would effectively be for the rest of the week. Edward and I would just be…bunkmates. I'd slept with other men before, just sleeping, I could do it again.

Yeah, but it's Edward. You know how you get when stress sets in.

"Oh, shut the hell up. A good stressfuck never hurt anyone," I mumbled to whatever voice was in my head. Bitch should be put down.

Looking around for something to put on, I snatched up Edward's t-shirt from where it still laid from last night on the floor. Pulling up the crew neckline to my nose with both hands, I took a deep whiff.

"Mmmm," I sniffed, thinking what a masochist I was, but damn he smelled good.

What was that a few minutes ago? The part about not being distracted?

"Ugh!"

I walked out of the bedroom and down the hall sure that my face held the bitchscowl I was feeling.

"Morning." I grumbled walking into the kitchen, getting my own coffee.

"Well, look who's decided to awaken from repose on the downside of morning."

"Why, what time…" The clock on Edward's microwave read 10:47. Holy hell, I'd slept like the dead. Probably looked like the undead. Change of subject - redirect absolutely necessary.

"Edward, just what is this shit you're listening to, and why?" I knew I was about to take my mood out on him. I didn't want to, I really didn't, but…

"Just my iPod."

"Yeah, but this…this doesn't seem like your…type." According to him, I was his type, and she and this crap didn't tango.

"I enjoy many types of music, Bella. Some more than others, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate a good tune or exquisite lyric from just about anywhere."

"Tell me you have country and I walk." I barked back, leaning against the counter.

"That would imply you were staying." His grin was sex and smug all rolled up into one giant mortar launcher that shot, landed, and exploded right between my legs.

Bastard.

I turned in time to hide the roll of my eyes, setting down my coffee and heading for the shower.

"Just because I can't see your eyes doesn't mean your reaction escaped my noticed." His slightly raised voice clarified.

"Whatever, Eddie," I yelled back, strutting to his bathroom and his oversized shower. Shutting the door behind me, I lifted the lid of the toilet and did my business while still grumbling, the bottom of Edward's shirt catching my attention as I flushed.

"Hmmph!" Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I pulled it over my head with the same ferocity I wished to snap it against his ass, throwing it to the floor. Stomping on it crossed my mind.

Sliding open the glass door, I turned the lever to just this side of scalding, when words from whatever tune was on the stereo hit me.

I am the sound of love's arriving
Echoed softly on the sand
Lay your head upon my shoulder
Lay your hand within my hand
I give you all that I am

The shiver that went through me I blamed on the sub-zero temperature at which Edward kept this place. I stepped back, catching my reflection in the mirror. As I leaned in even closer, my fingertips couldn't help but pad across the dark circles were underneath my eyes, as I uttered "Break out the heavy-duty shit." I'd have to add mega concealer to my "absolutely necessary" list to pack. Turning around, I took a quick inventory of my back, the light pink marks of Assper's persistence still haunted my skin, accompanied by new bruises – around my shoulder blades and near my hip and the peaks of my ass.

His marks.

I almost wished they wouldn't fade.

Sneaking my hand under the water to test first, I stepped in, the bathroom already filling up with steam, the hot water pouring over my head. There were other levers, which made me wonder if he had some other jets. Sure enough after a brief scan of the tile, I noticed small holes.

The man had everything.

The sliding of the shower door had me jumping back nearly to the furthest wall.

"It me." His voice was like silk, his one hand reaching for my hip, the other putting a bottle of something up in the shower caddy, as he stepped in under the water pulling me to him. "I didn't want the morning starting off with the both of us fighting over musical tastes." His lips pressed on the edge my ear, skimming lightly as he spoke, his hands roaming over my stomach, his hips swaying behind me, his dick not unnoticed against my spine. "You don't mind if I join you, do you? Something just arrived for you. I…wanted to let you know."

My head turned slightly, the intention to look back at him with some smartass reply, but I only made it half way, my eyelids falling, shaking my head half-ass as it fell back against his chest. His hands were like my own private loofah, sliding softly, massaging gently, the residual splash of the water from where it hit his head and back like a trickling waterfall on my shoulders. As his hands came up to cup my tits, fingers circling and then pulling my nipples, his teeth running over the ball of my shoulder on their way to that traitorous tender spot, my neck tilted compliantly to the side as if disconnected from my brain, savoring the seductive licking and sucking he subjected her to. I was but clay in his hands, hot molten glass at the end of his pipe.

And I didn't care.

Turning us both, my eyes half-opened to see the shower wall. "Bend over," he only half-whispered, one hand that had been around me now nudging the back of my neck, the other holding tightly around my waist, his cock rock hard sliding down in between my ass cheeks.

Yes, fuck me, Edward. Fuck me in this shower. Raising my palms against the wall, the corners of my mouth gave me away, turning up as I pushed my ass toward him.

"Good…girl." His growl was like little plucks on my clit, running his cock along my slit so slow, my insides hummin' like a Harley.

"I want all of you, Bella. All of you." His fingers caressed over my shoulder blades and down my spine. "I want you so tight around my dick you never let go."

It took me a second to register, as his dick suddenly disappeared from between my legs. Sweet, sweet baby J.

"Take it, Edward." I nodded, twisting my neck, my eyes finding his. "Fucking take it." The words were part moan, part exhale, as I slid my hands further down the wall, spreading my feet apart on the tile, my thighs open and ready for him, eyes focused on the tile at my feet. He didn't need to know it had only been taken twice before. Taking a deep breath, I squeezed my eyes shut at the memory. That part of me was long gone.

Suddenly his hand was cupping between my legs, his fingers running up and down the length of me, something on them, hopefully lube. I couldn't help but tense, even though I knew I wanted it, wanted him.

"Relax, Bella." He whispered, his chest sliding up my back, his hard nipples scraping as he went, until his lips brushed my cheek, my mouth immediately turning, searching to find his as a finger circled the tender rim of my ass.

"Mmmm." I moaned softly against his tongue, my necked stretched to connect with his, as he slid his finger further in, my inner sanctum restricting at first, until he slowly moved it back and forth and in circles.

"That's it, baby." He breathed against my lips as another finger slid in, moving, stretching.

"Ed…" I sighed as my lips parted, his tongue flicking around mine, and then around my lips, both top and bottom soothingly sucked.

I willed my body to relax, dropping my head as his lips left me for just a moment, his dick once again sliding against my clit. All of a sudden the water stopped, but then started again, other jets, surrounding us, one hitting near my pelvic bone, until he adjusted the spray. Softer, yet still hitting me in a spot that drove me wild, the water trickling down my thighs.

"You are perfect, just like this." I could hear the ache in his voice as I felt the tip of him tease, and then press in slightly. "Fucking…"sliding in further still, "…perfect."

Inhaling sharply, I let myself feel him, my ass clenching, then adjusting as he rocked back out a bit, and then pushed in more.

"Fuck." I muttered, my insides a whirl, my head even worse.

"Do you know what you do to me, Bella?"

"Yessss." I breathed out, lost in the timber of his words from last night. "I …mmmph" Biting down on my bottom lip. I knew he had the cock of the millennium, but…but…

Suddenly, his lips were on my back, peppering with kisses, tongue and teeth, his dick rocking ever so slowly . With each trip further, he stopped, raining kisses over my back, until his hand slid around my hip, down between my legs, his fingers searching, finding, stroking my clit in the rhythm of his rocking.

"You're so much…" he hissed through his teeth just on the back of my shoulder, "tighter…" his fingers circled my clit faster, as I concentrated on the feeling of him, my walls contracting around him, accepting, as his fingers worked their magic, my inner-thighs beginning to clench, my abdomen constricting upward, "like this."

His fingers suddenly went further. One, then two entering me as his palm pressed against my clit, his cock filling my ass like no one's before. The pressure of his fingers against my g-spot, his cock hitting parts of me relatively untouched, had me nearly euphoric, his other hand running down my arm to catch my bending elbow on the way to the wall engulfing mine.

It was gentle, yet intense, my body coiling in on itself with each thrust, my clit nearly at the breaking point with the pressure of his palm.

"Mmmm." He hummed against my shoulder. "I can feel every inch of you this way, clenching around my fingers, gripping my cock." His fingers pushed in further, curling up to press against me. "Let it go, Bella. Let me hear you." He panted.

I wasn't his to order around. I wasn't his to command. I wasn't…

"Nnnn…" I didn't want to come on his order. But as he worked his palm and fingers in an excruciatingly perfect crescendo, my body betraying every ounce of willpower I had, I caved.

"Edw-w…Unnnh!" It was like Vesuvius, Mt. St. Helens, and throw any other actively erupting volcano in for good measure. My body rocketed, my torso bending, my toes rising up off the floor with the force, the top of my head hitting the marble-tiled wall as I tried to stop the guttural scream that tore from me. Edward's fingers working me further, my thighs came together as my one hand came off the wall pushing at his hand, pushing it away as he continued torturing my clit.

Hoooly…" my hips rocked, "shhh…" I tried to breathe as the mega-waves rolled through me, Edward stilling his thrusts, my ass clenching around him, propping us both with his hand on the wall, cupping my pussy.

"Bell…" he breathed, as I felt him starting to slowly pull out, his hand gone from the wall, the only thing keeping me standing was his hand cupping me, propping us both. "Fuck, you're pulsating…I'm gonna…" moaning as he carefully slid all the way out, his dick on my lower back. "G-god, B-bell..a…"

Even through the warmth of the shower, I could feel his hot cum spurting over my skin, his grunts as I pictured his hand pumping himself, wanting to reach back, wanting to hold some part of him, but I could barely keep myself standing, my head bobbing, my insides still retracting, calming. Until his hand at my pussy slid up, twisting me around, both of his hands running up my arms to hold them over my head, his hands on my wrists, fingers intertwining with mine. Grinding his cock against my pussy and pelvic bone, his eyes narrowed in near ecstasy, his open mouth came crashing onto mine, both our heads tilting, our tongues driving against each other, breathing nearly impossible as noses pressed into cheeks.

"Bella…I…" His hands left mine to surround my jaw, my face. His eyes burned into mine, his body supporting mine against the wall as my hands dropped down it, reaching for his waist, sliding to his ass, gripping, squeezing, pulling it to me.

No, No, NO!

Dragging my lips from his, "Don't..." I breathed. "Don't…say it." Only to throw my lips to his once again, my fingernails scratching up his back to his shoulder blades until my fingers splayed clutching him to me, as I caught his moan in my mouth.

"Al…right," he panted against my lips, as his hands fell from my face, over my tits, and around to my lower back, sliding over my skin, water mixing with his cum, blanketing me with both, his lips and teeth trailing down my neck as his hot breath pummeled my skin. "As you wish… My Queen."

"Edward…" I whispered, my face burrowing into his neck as we held each other. I couldn't remember a time like it in my entire life. No point of reference, no idea of what was happening, but knowing in every bone, every nerve, every cell of my body that I could stay like that forever.

"They're…just words," I mumbled pressing my lips to his skin, repeating what he had said to me the night before.

He brought his face up, the FuckMe Emeralds glowing a fiery green as they stared into my own, nearly taking my breath away. "Just…" his lips planted a soft kiss on my nose, "words," another softly to my lips.

Popping his head back, his eyes roamed over my head, my face, and finally back to my own, darting back and for the between the two. "Now, let me wash your hair."

If it weren't for his arms around me, his hips still pinning me to the wall, I would've collapsed to the floor.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"Edward…it's…it's…"

"Beautiful? Gorgeous? Perfect?" He laughed, throwing his arms around me from behind, tugging playfully at the towel I had around my torso until it fell to the floor.

"All…three." I stared transfixed, holding it up and out in front of me with one hand, the other pulling slightly at the side seam to see it all. It had a deeply v'd front I wasn't too sure about, but after thinking it over for all of two seconds…

What the fuck do I care. I'm fucking the Vice President.

I couldn't help but giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing." I pulled away from him to hold it up to me in the mirror.

"Try it on. Emmett even picked up the mask. The boy is like a bloodhound when given proper direction." Edward laughed as he sprawled out on the bed, one bent elbow and hand propping up his head.

"I'll have to get-"

"Taken care of." My eyes caught reflection of something very small, very lacy, dangling from Edward's fingers, and the Cheshire cat grin he was wearing on his face. "You also have an appointment at 1pm today at my favorite spa, the full treatment, whatever you wish. I'll be joining you."

Yes, the garden did need a mowing. I nearly laughed again. "You will?"

"Yes, manly grooming ritual. Ancient Thai practices. You know."

The man was chock full of surprises.

"Besides, you aren't going anywhere without me, at least until I know where you are, Emmett is with you, you're surrounded by people and in a luxurious hotel."

Sauntering over to him, only a towel around my hair, I threw the dress over the pillow and crawled over to him on my knees, snatching the thong from his fingers, stretching what there was of it between my hands.

"You're gonna get me fired, Mr. Cullen," I all but purred, slinging the thong at his face, as I threw a thigh over him, slowly rocking my now very clean, but ever-dampening pussy against his abs.

The corners of his mouth curled even more, as he unceremoniously removed what material there was from his face. "Nah. I hear you're fucking the VP. He told me he's keeping you on the payroll."

"Did he now?" Grinding into him even harder, my wry smile forming, until my body was flying to the bed, Edward's arm wrapped around me, his lips hungry, his tongue determined, and my own just as much.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Edward and I returned from our mutual pampering sessions plucked, groomed and in the case of me, mani'd and pedi'd. I didn't ask about his ritual, but I found out it included a deep tissue massage and manicure.

Such a metro.

We spent the better part of the late afternoon packing, Edward having suitcases for both of us, with me trying to figure out just how Emmett had even remotely known what to have brought over. Boxes had been delivered right as I had been getting into the shower, and I inspected everything as I brought out suit after suit, accompanying cami's and blouses, everything I would've packed for myself for the following week, including shoes.

"Edward, shoes, for the-"

"He saw the dress and threw a few pair in there, whichever ones will work. Bella, no one will be paying attention to your shoes in that dress."

Good solid point.

My favorite pair of black, strappy Jimmy's were at the bottom. All problems solved.

I sat back on my heels, wallowing in wonderment at it all, suddenly mesmerized by Edward's movements as he pulled suits, shirts, and ties from his closet, underwear from his chest-of-drawers, and packed like the meticulously anal control freak I knew him to be.

My meticulously anal control freak.

As my mind drifted to this morning's shower, I couldn't help but grin.

The sound of keys and the door to Edward's condo opening had my head whipping, eyes finding his, and Edward throwing down what was in his hands and heading to the bedroom door.

"Bro? It's me." Christ, it was Emmett.

"Good thing it wasn't this morning." Edward chuckled as he went to the doorway. "In here, Emmett."

Suddenly a head appeared around the corner. "Hey, Bells."

"Hey, Em." I said as I stood up. "What brings you over?"

"I thought I'd see if you both want to get out of here. Maybe go for a bite to eat? Rose actually suggested it."

My eyes met Edward's, which had already lasered in on my own. "Em, I don't know-"

"She's…we're…it was her idea, Bells. She really wants to get past…the other night…and well…things. Meet her halfway? For me?"

The whole time Emmett was talking, Edward's gaze held mine, his face the epitome of expressionless. No forehead-rubbing, no hand-through-fuckhot-bedhair, tell to give me any idea of how he felt about the situation. Hell, I didn't know how I felt about it. Could I sit casually with, have dinner with, conversationalize normally with a girl I'd been fucking with just a month ago? I glanced at Emmett, his goofy smile fading the longer I took to respond, his glance at Edward unnoticed by him, only by me.

Finally Edward broke, his hand going behind his neck to rub as if it were stiff.

Well, that's new.

"Sure Em. I need to get out of this place, if only for a few hours."

"Emmett, give me a few minutes with Bella. Go grab yourself a beer, and tell Rose we'll call her on our way to pick her up."

"Yup." Emmett's face disappeared from the doorway just as Edward closed it.

"You really must want to get out of here." Edward half-grinned, walking toward me, tugging under my chin for me to look at him, before winding his hand to the nape of my neck, his fingers cradling. "I'm fine with it if you are." He smiled down at me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"Yes, I do, and yes I am." I gazed up at him determined. "Edward, what she and I had…what we…" I spun on my heel, until his hand was around my arm, pulling me back.

"Just words, Bella." His hand slid down my arm to take mine. "C'mon, you must be starving, because I am," and proceeded to give me that devastating, drop to my knees, smile.

I'd be damned if he thought I would give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him, and started to walk past him, pulling his hand. "Well, this ought to be interesting."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

As one of my editors, Jeff, Rose, and Emmett set up our presentation room for the duration of the meeting, I couldn't help but notice the way Emmett fawned over Rose, not to mention after our evening out. Just weeks ago, my money had been on Rose taking him down with one shot between the big bear's eyes. Now, watching it unfold before me, and Saturday night, I wasn't quite sure who was working who anymore. Oh, I knew Emmett could pour on the charm when he wanted to, and it seemed to be working.

All had gone well, better than I'd ever even hoped it would at dinner. Rose and I had fallen into an easiness that was based on our working relationship, not the one we had in the bedroom. Emmett's bumblingly-obvious like for her helped, but Edward didn't let a moment go by where a hand wasn't at the base of my spine, or both at my waist, or simply my small hand in his. Emmett provided all the hilarity needed at dinner, deftly dodging any discussion of how he really knew me, and Rose discriminately not asking any questions, assuming it was my association with Edward that had spawned any and all knowledge of me that Emmett had. Even Edward cracked a joke or two.

I wouldn't have believed had I not been sitting smack dab next to his gorgeous ass when it happened.

After acting like tourists in Millennium Park, Emmett and Rose grabbed a cab back to her place - Emmett giving the lame excuse that his car was there - and Edward and I walked back to his condo. I wasn't sure if I was exhausted from what had been the massive stress build-up, or just getting out into the fresh air having walked around the park for an hour. But by the time we got home, I was ripping clothes off, hitting the bathroom to pee, washing my face, and then faceplanting onto the bed before Edward was even finished in the bathroom. I barely remembered his hand traveling underneath my stomach to pull me to him, my head on his chest, his other hand holding mine as the slow brush of his fingertips over my back lulled me into oblivion.

Having been separated most of Sunday by Edward's high-level meetings, I cooped myself up as long as I could stand it in our room, or should I say suite – why the hell we needed a suite I'll never know -venturing out only after I texted Emmett to meet me for a bearing walk around the hotel, to find our room, the Command Center, and of course, Rose joined us.

For the first time in weeks, I actually gained a foothold on the shitstorm that had been, throwing myself into the meeting, and eliminating Assper, for the most part, from my head. It was easy to do, even if I had only seen Edward long enough last night for him to fall into bed next to me, coming back from his male-bonding soiree at one of the shi-shi restaurants somewhere near the hotel. We were trying our best to keep our distance, and it wasn't hard to do that first day since he was gone for most of it. The duration of the meeting would be similar, though I knew he'd make a surprise appearance at least once a day.

The vibrating of my crackberry in my skirt pocket suddenly had me grabbing for it, thinking it was Edward, but it wasn't. An email from a rep, asking if I had an extra copy of textbook with me, and if I could have it shipped to a professor immediately, address already in the email.

"Well, fuck?" I snapped. "You're at the same meeting I am," directing my derision not only at the rep who couldn't hear me, but at the pain in my ass contraption in my hand.

Knowing full well I did, I walked over to the table where all our books were displayed and grabbed one.

"I'll be right back," and before Emmett took another step, "I'm just going to the Command Center, Em. Down, boy." I smiled at him before walking through the doors. People were already milling about, those who had chosen not to attend the opening morning launch in the big ballroom.

Walking up to the counter, I was pulling out my phone when suddenly…

"Hi Bella!"

I was sure my eyebrow was nearing my hairline. Who the hell are you?

Her "Hi, My Name Is…" sticker said, Alice. It even had a heart over the i.

Where the fuck did we find these people? Even though our mailroom staff was outsourced to an independent company, the little heart over the i in Alice was just irritatingly laughable.

"Uh, hi." I'd never noticed her before, not in the office, and that was surprising, considering her haircut was atrocious – looked like she did a hack job on it herself with no mirror.

"I need this shipped to John Thorton at Northern Illinois overnight. Here's his address." Writing it on a notepad, I pushed it toward her.

"No problem. It will go out this afternoon. Love your shoes, by the way."

The chick was just too cheery to stomach. I tried to give her a smile. "Thanks."

With that immensely annoying little tête-à-tête, I was convinced.

I need more coffee.

As I made my way over to one of the little breakfast buffet areas, I started to get a prickly feeling on the back of my neck. Reaching back to run my hand over it, I turned rather inconspicuously and nonchalantly around feeling like someone was watching me, looking around to spot my very own buff bodyguard, who couldn't hide for shit in a room full of suits and guys half his size, but I didn't see him.

Yeah, definitely needed more coffee.

A/N:

*laughs* Sooooooooooo, that was fun. Thanks again for reading, and reviewing if you so choose. *winks*