Chapter 11
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Chapter Songs:
"I Want Your Sex" George Michael
"Crazy for You" Madonna
"Giving Him Something He Can Feel" En Vogue
APOV
When the alarm went off Tuesday morning, I had to struggle to pull myself out of bed. I'd gotten hardly any sleep last night. It wasn't because I couldn't sleep, quite the opposite. I was mentally and physically exhausted after the concert. I couldn't believe that Jasper and I admitted that we loved each other. It was something that I had always dreamt about happening but never actually expected it to.
I smiled when I thought about the song that he sang just for me. Jasper admitted in front of the entire world that he was in love. He was in love with me, Alice Brandon. I sighed when I recalled how his eyes had seen into my soul as he sang those touching lyrics to me.
I had barely walked in the door last night and my cell phone rang. Jasper and I talked until the middle of the night about anything and everything. He talked about what it was like growing up with Rose and how they were singing almost as soon as they learned to talk. I heard more about Emmett's time-honored tradition of annoying Jasper with information that Jasper's ears would love to have never heard.
His voice over that soon-to-be long-distance line made his leaving a little less painful. I still wished that I could see him everyday, but the phone that he gave me really would help me miss him less.
I pulled the cell phone from the charger and put it in my purse before I got ready for work. I didn't want to miss any possible call from Jasper. I really had it bad, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
Just thinking about the literal man of my dreams put a gigantic spring in my step as I climbed the stairs to exit the subway near Macy's.
I greeted everyone in the store with more perkiness than usual, which did cause some of my co-workers faces to fill with what I could only classify as either concern for my mental health or utter confusion. Others just accepted my high-spirited hellos since I was rife with excessive quirkiness. Those who took the time to know me knew that I pretty much danced to the beat of my own drummer. Now, I literally danced to the beat of my own drummer, guitarist, piano player and harmonica player. Damn. The things that Jasper could do with his hands. My body tingled when I recalled how well he played me.
I plopped down at my desk and sighed contentedly. I immediately made certain that my cell phone was somewhere I could easily reach it if he called me today. I was engrossed in the catalogues for clothing lines that I was considering for purchasing for the store when an unexpected knock made me jump.
"Sorry, Alice," Angela said after seeing my startled reaction to her interruption. "You've got a special delivery that I need you to sign for." Her grin was almost wider than mine had been when I'd gotten to work today. She usually wasn't this excited for orders that we received from our vendors. I began to follow her out of my office.
The scent struck me before I saw them. They were the most exquisite roses that I had ever seen, and there were so many of them. It was like a flower shop had taken up residence outside my office.
"Are you Alice Brandon?" The deliveryman asked me.
"Yes," I answered breathlessly as I reached for the pen and signed for the flowers. He turned to leave the office. "Wait!" I exclaimed. "Your tip." I was on the verge of running back to my office to get him some money when he answered back.
"It's already been taken care of," he told me as he walked to the bank of elevators.
"Wow, Alice! Someone has got a new man. Do tell," Angela said as she quirked her eyebrows at me and dangled a card between her fingers. I quickly snatched it out of her hands. When she tried to grab the card back, I gently swatted her hand away.
I skirted around the desk away from Angela's questing eyes and gently tore the envelope open.
My Dearest Alice,
Here are eighty-four roses. One for every hour that I have been blessed to have you in my life. I'm so thankful that neither of us was looking where we were going on Friday or we may have never found what we've always been looking for– each other.
I miss you. I love you always.
J
I grabbed one of the roses and sniffed it as I read the card again.
"Boy, you've got it bad, girl," Angela laughed. "The starry-eyed look on your face, it's like you've been transported to another world."
I placed the rose back in its vase and grabbed two of the four vases and put them on my desk. Angela followed with the other two.
"You've got to dish, Alice. I've never seen anyone as smitten as you are," Angela almost begged me.
I closed the card back in its envelope and put it in my purse, sat in my chair and sighed dreamily. "Do you believe in love at first sight, Angela?"
"I don't know," she said thoughtfully.
"If you had asked me a week ago, I might have said the same thing. I've always believed in soul mates. I knew that there was one person who was meant for me just as I was meant for him. When I met him, I just knew."
"Who is he? How did you meet?"
I hadn't even thought of how I would address my relationship with Jasper with other people. I honestly didn't want anyone else to know other than those who already did. I just didn't know if I could trust her with the information. Bella, Edward, Rose, Emmett. They would never tell anyone. Even if I told Angela the truth, I seriously doubted she would believe me.
"Bella and I went out on Friday night. I wasn't looking where I was going and SMACK! I ran right into him. We spent the night talking, and we've been together ever since."
"Wow. Just the look on your face when you talk about him. You've really got it bad for this guy."
"Yes, I most certainly do."
"I wish that would happen to me. I have always dreamt of meeting Jasper Whitlock and him realizing that we would be so great together." It was Angela's turn to sigh now. "After going to last night's concert though, it looks like he might be off the market." I had to admit that I celebrated on the inside a little bit as she pouted.
"What do you mean he's off the market?" I asked with mock concern. Angela knew that I was a huge fan of Double Vision so my question wouldn't be a surprise to her.
"He dedicated the sweetest song last night. He said it was to someone special to him. After hearing the lyrics, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. There also wasn't one girl in the audience who didn't wish that it was being sung just for her. Whoever his mystery woman is, she is one lucky lady."
"Damn. What I wouldn't give to be the one that Jasper Whitlock dedicated a love song to," I said wistfully.
"Hey, you've got your own man. You don't need Whitlock," Angela grinned wickedly at me.
"I most certainly do have my man," I smiled back. I stroked one of the rose's petals with my fingers. "Enough daydreaming, Angela. Time for me to find what next big thing will be the hottest fashion trend in New York."
I couldn't wait for Jasper to come back and visit me soon. I knew just what I would wear for him.
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BPOV
Hitting the save button on the computer, I copied the file to a floppy disk and printed my latest article out. I slipped the printouts and disk inside a manila envelope and decided to make the call to one of my least favorite people on the planet. I only had a few more stories that were assigned for me to write in the next few weeks. Jessica worked with several magazines in the city and helped find writers to cover them. Unfortunately, Jessica had the personality of a concrete block, and the tone of her voice was more annoying than fingernails scraping across a chalkboard.
"Jessica Stanley speaking," she answered in her nasally voice.
"Hi, Jessica. It's Bella Swan. I just wanted to let you know that I've got the piece finished on the new wave of Native American artists that have hit it big in the city."
"That's good, Bella. I will send a courier to pick it up later this afternoon. What about the other pieces, the one about that racy musical, Rent? You need to make sure you get the cast interviewed as soon as possible, because I'm sure that even in New York City that musical will never last for long." Jessica's voiced raised perceptibly at the end of her idiotic comment about Rent.
I had seen it last week and had found it to be one of the most thought-provoking shows to ever make an appearance on Broadway. The show's creator Johnathan Larson was absolutely brilliant. I was sure that the show would be an unprecedented success. It was such a tragedy that Larson wasn't alive to see it become a smashing hit.
"I've got interviews set up for later this week, Jessica. No worries," I assured her. I was sure that no matter how much reassurance that I gave her that she didn't have faith in anyone to do what they said they would, even those like me who had never given her any reason to doubt them.
"What about the city's preparation for the winter?" Jessica squeaked. That was definitely a winning story assignment. I just knew that with the stories like that I was on a fast track to a Pulitzer. Not. One great thing if I got the movie role with Edward would be that I could wash my hands of the annoying Jessica.
"On it, of course. It's almost finished. I will probably have it ready tomorrow."
"Okay. I've got some more story assignments for you if you'd like to write them down." While some people might take what she said as a request, I heard the demand in her voice. The devil told me to drop my pants and moon her like that actress does at a restaurant scene during Rent. I smiled wickedly. That would definitely be something.
"I'd rather wait until I've gotten these stories finished before I accept anymore, Jessica."
"Excuse me?" She sounded shocked that someone wouldn't do something she expected of them when she expected it. Self-centered much you boorish, overly nasal hag? I fought back a laugh.
"I've got some people coming in from out of town. I don't want to over commit myself." What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. If I got the role, I wouldn't be writing anything for her any time soon, if ever again. If I didn't, I could always get more titillating stories from Jessica. She loved to give me the scraps that no one else wanted.
"Whatever, Bella. You know where I am when you need to earn some money like the rest of the world does." Jessica hung up the phone before I had a chance to say anything else to her.
I sat back in my chair and rubbed my eyes. I would love to never have to speak to that woman again. She drove me absolutely bonkers.
I got back to work on the winter story and heard a knock at the door. I grabbed the envelope with my story since the courier was probably here.
My frustration of the day drifted away instantly when I opened the door and saw Edward and his crooked smile shining brightly just for me.
"Hey, baby," I said as I stood on my toes and kissed him soundly on the lips before he walked in the condo. I shut the door behind him and wrapped my arms tightly around him. He smelled fan-fucking-tastic.
The devil, who I had to admit had given me some excellent advice recently, told me that I should start licking him from head to toe, that he most definitely tasted a hell of a lot better than he smelled. The angel inside of me told me that I should take my time and just enjoy being with him. I was going to concede and let the angel win this round. The devil flipped the angel and me off and went to sulk in the corner.
"Hi, love, I missed not waking up with you today," he whispered huskily in my ear. "If I had my way, I would wake up with you every single day."
My pulse raced, and I was temporarily stunned by my reaction to his words. When I looked up in his eyes, I could feel his gaze through every fiber of my being. I was unsure of what to say to him in this moment. I wanted to tell him that I loved him more than I ever thought it was possible to love another person. I wanted to spend every morning of the rest of my life waking up in his wonderful embrace. We had only known each other for a few days. Unless love at first sight was contagious, I couldn't imagine that he would feel the same way about me yet. I knew that he really cared for me. That was enough for me right now.
The angel told me to have faith and be patient, reminding me that very good things came to those who wait. The devil said to screw waiting for anything and to throw Edward to the ground and fuck him senseless, reminding me that Edward was gifted in making me cum in an almost earth-shattering way. The devil was painting a very detailed picture in my mind of Edward's immense talents in the bedroom. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.
"I love waking up with you too," I admitted sheepishly. We curled up on the loveseat together, and I finally tore my eyes away from Edward's beautiful face and noticed he had a copy of his movie script with him.
"What's up with that?" I asked as I pointed to it.
"Oh, this is your copy of the script. I talked to the director and the other producers for Innocence. Your audition is set for tomorrow afternoon."
"Edward, please tell me that you aren't forcing this on them?" I nearly begged. "I would hate to be accused of nepotism since you and I are together."
"You won't be, Bella. I promise. We are losing money every day without an actress on board this project. Even though I have no doubt in my mind that you are Faith, if the others don't think that you can do this, you won't be offered the part."
I took the script from him and rubbed my hands across the front of it. "I'll be ready, Edward. I don't want to let you down."
"You could never let me down, Bella. It isn't possible. If anything, you always raise me up to heights that I hadn't thought I could reach." He grinned as his fingers reached to stroke my hand. The things this man said to me. He made me feel so much. "I thought that maybe we could run lines together to get you all set for tomorrow," he suggested with a wink.
I opened the script and looked at him. "Exactly how will this audition work tomorrow?" While I had been to a few open auditions for tiny productions just for fun, I knew that a movie audition would be an entirely different experience.
"The director will ask us to do some specific scenes to see if we click, if together we have the it factor. After that, they will discuss it together and let us both know. I have asked to be removed from the process of making the final decision."
"Why would you do that?" I asked with concern. "This movie means everything to you."
"Exactly. By them making the decision without me, they will only enforce that we are the duo that will bring Faith and Johnathan to life as they were meant to be." I thought about his words carefully. I knew without a doubt that this was one more thing that would make me feel like I wasn't given an unfair advantage, since I was sleeping with the man who was the star, writer and producer of the movie.
"I appreciate you offering to rehearse lines with me, but I want to do this on my own. If it were any other actress, they wouldn't be able to practice with you over and over before their audition would they?" He looked disappointed when he realized where my train of thought was headed.
"No they wouldn't, Bella."
"I want to be treated like any other actress who would try out for this. Let me, please." He sighed, resigned to my decision.
"If that is the way you want it," he said begrudgingly.
"Thank you for supporting my decision on this. I can tell it isn't what you really want." I caressed his cheek and kissed him.
"Don't you know by now that there isn't anything that I wouldn't do for you if you just asked me?" Edward rasped, his voice overflowing with emotion that began to surge through me.
I sat the script on the table and straddled his waist. The devil started screaming for me to give him something he could feel as I attacked Edward's mouth brutally, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. I quickly felt how much Edward enjoyed our closeness.
"Bedroom," I whimpered as his hands reached my breasts and his fingers began to stroke my nipples into tight, aching buds.
Edward carried me, my legs encircled his waist tightly, to my room. God, the feel of his hardness through my clothes was almost more than I could bear. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted him there this instant.
He sat me on the ground, and we tore our clothes off. Buttons went flying, but we didn't give a damn. Our nude bodies molded together as our hands were suddenly everywhere. We were both impatient to be together. I hoped that it would always be like this between Edward and me, this hot all-consuming hunger that only the other could fill.
In my rush to enjoy Edward in every possible way, I accidently pushed him, and he fell sideways on the bed. I practically threw myself on top of him when I saw his erection was oh so hot and hard for me. I was dripping wet and couldn't wait to have him inside of me. The devil didn't have to tempt me at all. I wanted Edward, and I wanted him now.
I crawled up his body kissing as much of him as possible in my fervor to have him fill me completely as only he could. I positioned myself on top of him and lowered myself slowly, inch by delicious inch until he was deeper than anyone had ever been. I wanted to savor feeling him there because it felt so perfect.
He pulled my face to his and began to kiss me almost viciously, but I still didn't move. The next thing I knew my arms were wrapped around his back with my fingernails digging tightly into his shoulders as he began to pound fiercely inside of me.
Edward's left hand dug tightly into my ass holding me in place as his cock worked its magic inside of me. I was almost delirious by the power of his quick, frantic thrusts. His pelvic bone slammed into mine, nearly robbing me of my breath. His right hand stroked my nape as I kissed and bit his right shoulder roughly.
I felt like a wanton hussy from the constant moans that his skilled movements elicited from my mouth. Only Edward could give me this degree of pleasure. Our bodies were made for each other's satisfaction.
I nipped Edward's lower lip and pulled it into my mouth. I felt his moans all the way to my core. Thrusting. Moaning. Kissing. Over and over he hit the spot. My hand cradled his face as my thumb stroked his swollen lips. I lifted my head to look at him just as he threw his head back in ecstasy as his movements deep inside me continued. I smiled at him, and he opened his eyes and smiled back. He reached up and wiped my sweaty hair from my brow and pulled me down for a tender kiss as his thrusts temporarily slowed.
Our teeth clanked together as we threw ourselves into our kiss with unbridled enthusiasm. Edward began to propel himself faster and faster inside of me causing me to tear my mouth from his with a sound that I was shocked to hear leave my lips. That movement put my breasts near his mouth, and he devoured them as only he could.
Both of his hands gripped my ass tightly, fingernails burrowing into the meat of my flesh, to hold me in place as his erection moved over my g-spot over and over. When his teeth bit down firmly on my nipple I pulled his head closer to me so his mouth could work me harder. His cock hit my spot one more time, and that was all that I needed to plummet over the edge. I was expecting Edward to follow me like he always did, but he was not finished with me yet.
He slowed his pace down, and we embraced each other as hard as possible. He was so slow in his movements that I thought I could feel each ridge and vein of his swollen cock inside of me. Each excruciatingly slow thrust turned me on more and more. I felt so much despite the slow tempo of his movements. Just when I'd reached the verge of another orgasm, Edward's stopped moving completely.
Our heated gazes met as we kissed each other tenderly, our hands cupping each other's faces. Edward felt harder and bigger inside of me than I had ever felt him before. He rolled us over, and I swear my body wept when his still hardened cock temporarily left my body. Then, he repositioned himself on top of me. My body joyfully welcomed him back as he pushed himself back inside. I didn't know how much more of his incredible love-making skills I could take, but I didn't want him to stop. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted him to stop. I was certain my favorite place on earth was Edward deep inside of me, and us wrapped tightly together.
Edward reached under my back and pulled our chests flush together. Each brush of my hardened nipples against his glorious chest caused me to release more lustful moans. I was desperate for him, like I had been for no other ever.
His cock moved so fast that the moment it left my body it felt like Edward was already balls deep within me again. Faster and faster his cock pounded into me. My next orgasm was building when he began moving so painfully slow that I wasn't sure I could stand it.
Edward kissed my neck, nipped my shoulder lightly and finally reached my mouth. His hips continued their too leisurely pace. I tried to get him to increase his pace by moving my hips faster but his hands stopped me. It was frustrating, but it was turning me on even more than I would have ever thought possible.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I clinched my inner muscles tightly, holding him inside of me when he wanted to move out. I released him and quickly tightened those muscles again as Edward groaned. I grabbed his ass tightly in my hands as he had done with mine, and he finally began to move just like I needed him to. I shattered into a million pieces and with two more fast strokes inside of me, Edward followed.
He collapsed beside me, as exhausted from our love-making as I was. I wasn't sure that I would ever move again. My bones had turned to mush. Edward rolled to his side and pulled me against him. His hands stroked my back tenderly.
I laid my head on his shoulder, brushing my lips against him and smiled. This had to be Heaven on earth. As I drifted off to sleep, snuggled tightly in the man I didn't think I could ever live without, I thought I heard the angelic voice I adored whisper, "I love you, Bella."
A/N: Who wouldn't dream about Edward whispering those word to her?
I was lucky enough to see Rent on Broadway. It warmed my heart, broke it and made me open my eyes to what is really important in life. It's truly a phenomenal musical.
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