Putting it up 'cause I can and 'cause I want to (grinning)...and 'cause I just can't seem to let Leibeezer wait too long...

This is the second post of the day so if you haven't read Chapter 10, go back one...

Enjoy...Bella's playful side get's her into a bit of trouble...but not much...

I head upstairs before my parents see me and I fall onto my bed wondering what the hell just happened. How did we go from where we were to where we are now? Is it my fault or his fault? Or both our faults? I lay staring at the ceiling for a few minutes more before I make an impulsive decision.

I change into jeans and a black tight fitting long sleeve Adidas top, pulling my Converse on my feet. I decide to put a little make up on and head out, telling my dad I'm going to the club for a drink. I'll go crazy if I stay here.

"It's late, take the car," he says, switching the TV off and heading upstairs where my mom is probably sleeping already after the amount of wine she's had.

I run back in, grab the keys, kiss him a sloppy smacking kiss and run out again.

The club is quite busy tonight. Wow, who would have thought there could possibly be more than 10 people in this town that decides to go out on a Friday evening. Yeah, just my luck. All I wanted to do was have a drink and maybe catch up with Sam a bit but he's quite busy behind the bar. I spot a friend of mine, Jessica and head over.

We have a few shots of sours and I find myself relaxing a bit. It's nice to be out and about. But I have to admit to myself that I'd rather be here with Edward than alone. I'm still not sure exactly what happened but I try not to think about it.

As if on cue with my thought I see Emmett and Jasper making their way in. Great, just great. Jasper sees me almost immediately and he gives me a genuine smile. Okay, so maybe Edward admitted to them he was wrong. Or maybe he just hasn't talked to them about it at all.

I introduce them to some of my friends and we end up having more shooters. Lucky for me I'm the queen of sours and can pack them away without feeling the punch. They don't ask and I don't tell. They seem to get along well with my friends and I'm glad about that.

Violent Femmes blares from the speakers and I ask Sam to turn it up. A few of us are dancing; jumping around like idiots because honestly, is there any other way to dance to American Music?

To our total delight Basket Case of Green Day is next and I find even Jasper jumps in and does the whole crazy guy routine with us. Jasper does a very good impersonation of the drummer while I'm doing the air guitar routine when I catch a wave of bronze hair at the sliding door.

He's just standing there looking at us with a small smile touching his lips. Why does he have to be so damn good looking? My body is buzzing from the hype and I can't stop and leave Jasper like an idiot so we take it to the end. We're out of breath and laughing at the end of it. Edward has moved inside and is standing next to Emmett who is crying with laughter.

"Hey Sam," I call. "Why don't you just put the bottle of sours down here and get done with it."

He eyes me with a shake of his head, pulls out a bottle from beneath the counter and hands it over with some shot glasses.

"Just replace it tomorrow," he winks. I pull him closer and kiss his beautiful mouth. "Thanks." One of the many perks of being friends with the barman in a small town like this.

I walk over to Edward and Emmett with the bottle and shot glasses. He's not smiling anymore. In fact, he looks like he's going to start foaming at the mouth any second. I try to keep things light.

I pour everyone a shot but instead of pouring one for me I take a swig directly out of the bottle which earns me a whistle from Sam. "I see you're on top form tonight Babe," he says from behind the bar taking a sip of his whiskey and soda I bought him earlier on.

"Damn right," I answer.

Jessica pulls me back onto the dance floor when Barbie Girl starts playing. I groan loudly. She knows I hate this song but Sam comes around and joins us. He does Ken and I can't help doing Barbie's lines.

We're dancing to the beat and singing and his hands are on my hips. He turns me around all of a sudden and my back is to his front. He's not being touchy feely and we've been friends since forever so I'm not worried. I know the type of girl he's interested in and it isn't me. Besides, he's a whole 4 years younger than me. Bottom line is I'm having a good time.

We're still back to front when his hands reach up behind me and rest high on my shoulders, his fingers wrapping around my neck. And then it happens…the panic…I can't hear the music anymore, just a pounding echoing to the same beat as my heart. My knees slightly give way and I feel Sam grabbing me around my waist. I'm starting to see black spots in my vision and I know it's not from the sours.

I gently push Sam away from me and mumble I'm okay as best I can. I make a beeline for the sliding door and somehow manage to stumble around the corner before falling to my knees because my body refuses to walk another step without much needed oxygen. God, please don't let me pass out next to the club because everyone will think I was drunk and my mom and dad will hear about it tomorrow. Thanks. Amen.

I don't hear the footsteps but all of a sudden Edward is kneeling in front of me. "Breathe baby. Come on, breathe for me." I shake my head, close to hysterics because I want to do what he says but I can't.

He pulls my face up to look at him and I try to focus on his eyes. The eyes that is full of worry and concern. "Keep looking at me. That's right. Take another deep one." I can feel my lungs fill with air and I try to focus on his voice and the soothing touch of his fingers on my cheeks. The black spots disappear and I can feel my body coming back to me as I breathe in and out at a steady pace.

My hand is on Edward's arm and I can feel his muscle flex. Even through my haze of trying not to pass out I am so turned on by it. But then he's up all of a sudden and he's pacing.

"I feel like ripping that guys' fucking head off."

I scramble up, grabbing him as hard as I can as he starts moving to the entrance. "Edward, no. He doesn't know." I start crying again. "No one knows Edward. It's not his fault I'm so fucked in the head that I can't stand the thought of someone's hands on my neck."

He calms somewhat, thinking about what I said. "Still doesn't change the fact that he had his hands all over you the way he did. We're you enjoying it? Or did you purposely do it to piss me off?"

A light bulb clicks on above my head and it dawns on me that Edward took offence to everything he saw inside. It also dawns on me that it was my fault, that I would have felt the same.

"God Edward, oh God. I'm so sorry. I didn't…I wasn't thinking..." I take a deep breath and try again. "I wasn't thinking that way. And I didn't realize what that must have looked like to you. I feel like an idiot." I'm so angry at myself right now. "Sam and I have known each other since primary school. He's way younger than me. I actually used to babysit him when he was in primary school. Crap." I'm the one doing the pacing now.

I move to face him, his hands are shaking and his eyes are closed. "Edward, please look at me." He sighs and opens his eyes. "Please don't read anymore into this than there is. I didn't come here to prove anything to you. In fact, I was here before you even got here. I was just having a good time with some friends, that's all. Sometimes we get a little carried away but that doesn't mean that Sam and I have any inclination to jump into bed together."

I'm hurt now that he would even think that. "I thought we were closer than this," I whisper. "I thought you understood after what I went through that I needed to feel safe, that I wouldn't just sleep with someone for the sake of doing it."

His hands reach out and knot in my hair, pulling me closer. "Why don't you want to tell your parents about me? I was so hurt tonight. And angry. So angry. I don't understand; I need you to tell me that this isn't going to end when I leave on Sunday."

And now I understand why he was so anxious and upset with me. He thinks I'm not telling my parents because he's just a fling. "Oh Edward. That's not it at all. I haven't told them anything because of what I just came out of. They're so worried about me healing and moving on. I didn't want to add to their stress by announcing a new relationship with someone that according to them I barely know. They won't understand this intense connection we have Edward. I know they won't."

I pull him closer still, winding my arms around his waist. "Believe me; I want to tell them, I want to tell everyone. But where my parents are concerned I really think we need to just give it a little time. When they see that we are still seeing each other after Sunday they'll figure out something is up, they'll ask when they're ready to hear what I have to say and then I'll tell them. I promise you that. God Edward, I promise you my heart and soul, whatever you want, it's yours."

He visibly relaxes, leans into me, and breathes me in as I exhale. "Don't ever think anything else than the fact that you're part of me now Edward. I can't let you go, even if I wanted to."

"Wait here," he whispers. He goes back inside and comes out with my bag. "I told your friends I'm taking you home, if that's okay with you."

I smile, take the car keys out of my pocket and toss them at him. "You drive."

My head is on his chest as he rubs small delicate patterns on my back. We're both still sweaty from the mind blowing sex we just had.

I close my eyes and visualize him, the way he pushed me against the wall. The way we ripped each other's' clothes off. His hands on my ass as he lifted me up and took me against the wall. It was wild, feral, needed.

"Let's go to Flamingo's tomorrow night," I say as I turn my head to look at him. "I heard Jasper and Emmett were there the other night when they were in Langebaan. It's not too bad. Dancing, drinking. We could go have dinner at Pearly's before. It's a nice little restaurant literally on the beach at the lagoon."

"Yeah, let's do that. It's our last night together before we leave."

I clamber on top of him, straddling him. "I wish you could stay here forever," I whisper, planting kisses on his salty chest.

"Me too Baby. Me too."

We're quiet for a while, enjoying the feel of skin on skin, taking what we can get from the little time we have left.

"Why don't you come back with me on Sunday? Stay for a few days? I'm only leaving on the boat again the week after."

"I'll think about it. We don't have to decide right now, do we?"

"What's holding you back Bella? I don't know how I'm going to drive away here on Sunday not knowing when I'll see you again."

I know what he's talking about. I don't know how I'm going to cope either. When I think of saying goodbye my chest aches, like a knife stabbing me over and over.

"I know Edward. I'm dreading it too. I have so much I need to sort out in my head. Maybe a few days separation will help me achieve that."

He doesn't say anything but sits up and pulls my face to his. His tongue traces my bottom lip and instantly my body responds, readying itself for him. I can't stop it and I don't bother trying.

He's touching me, cupping my breasts in his hands, staring at me with a longing so profound that I can't the solitary tear that escapes me.

"Don't cry Bella. I'm right here. I'll always be right here in your heart."

I slip myself over him and I'm sore from earlier but I don't stop, I can't stop. "I need you Edward. You're my salvation," I whisper, swiveling my hips, making him groan in response.

"I know Baby, I know. And whatever happens, know that I will always be there to save you."

There is no need for more words. We're lost in the emotions floating around us, inside of us, blinding us to the possibility that this might not work out once he leaves. We refuse to think of it. We refuse to let the future take away what we have right now, right here.

My orgasm creeps up on me, taking me by surprise as I shudder over him, clenching him tight within. He's not far behind and his hands grip my hips with purpose as he empties himself inside of me.

"I love you," he whispers as he spoons behind me. "If someone tells me this is not love then I don't want to love, I'd rather have this."

I don't answer him. His words are meant for both of us. I lie awake a long while, listening to the sound of his breathing at my ear, feeling his chest move behind me. Oh I am going to miss this. Being with him, knowing I am safe.

A short while later I hear Emmett and Jasper come in and from the sound of it they're quite drunk. They're giggling like teenagers and I hear music being put on softly. I wiggle out from under Edward's arm and slip my pants on with his shirt. I can't sleep so I don't bother lying alone with my thoughts running wild.

The three of us end up having a few beers, chatting and generally just getting to know each other more.

"I thought Edward was going to do serious damage to the bar tender when you grabbed him over the counter and kissed him," Emmett laughs.

"Yeah, you should have seen his face!" Jasper adds.

"Come on, guys, that's not funny. He didn't now Sam and I go way back. Plus we had that argument at my parents' place. We talked it out though. So, you guys up for a little Flamingos again tomorrow night?" I change the subject.

"Hell yes!" Emmett shouts. "Man, Langebaan has some hot girls."

I roll my eyes. "Typical male," I joke.

I yawn and excuse myself to bed. I think they've had enough too as they start locking up. I move back into the bed very softly, noticing that Edward hasn't moved. I lift his arm up and slide back against his chest.

"Glad you and the guys are getting along so well," he mumbles. I startle.

"Shit Edward, you'll give me a heart attack," I giggle, snuggling closer to his chest. He pulls me tighter against him.

"Your heart belongs to me. I'll never let anything happen to it." With that he softly starts snoring and I smile a big ass grin at his words. He really has no idea what his words to do me. I fall asleep safely in his arms.