A/N: Alex is still my bitch and Fran will always and forever be the Godmother of Pussy Protection. Let's hope she was able to keep Puddin' and Cookie out of trouble. Really though, thank you for pre-reading and beta'ing. xo

Again, thank you for reading this silly little fic of mine. I love reading and responding to each and every one of your reviews. You all are the ones that keep this going. It makes it fun to write when I have a whole bunch of you begging for more.

*Led Zeppelin, Whole Lotta Love is playing in the background.

Pudding Cup

Chapter 13 - Lucky Number 13?

Edward doesn't waste time.

He peels out from the hospital; a trail of smoke from Black Beauty left behind as he whisks me away. Tires squeal as he shifts out of first gear and ends up in fourth in a matter of seconds. After he has shifted, he guides the car with his left hand as the other one falls naturally on my thigh. My heart is racing like BB and my aching, gauze-wrapped hand now rests on top of his; throbbing. When his fingers graze the sensitive skin between my legs, suddenly, that is throbbing, too.

This boy does things to me.

He leaves me breathless.

Speechless.

And most of the time horny.

Words do him no justice.

Edward flips his hat around, the bill resting down towards his neck. Our hair whips in the wind as he drives much too fast through the roads of Forks. His eyes are hidden by his dark sunglasses and the tip of his tongue rests at the top of his lip.

He's focused … On a mission.

Turning down Zeppelin as they blare from his speakers, he says, "pharmacy, first."

I nod, agreeing with our first stop. The local anesthetic Dr. Cullen prescribed before she stitched me up is wearing off, and I'm a wimp when it comes to pain.

"Then, I'm feeding you." His sunglasses lift as he gives me a wink."But first things first." He pulls into the parking lot of drugstore, unbuckling his seat belt before he turns off the ignition; then tosses his hat in the backseat. Next, I watch him with curious eyes when he pulls his shirt over his head.

Sunshine catches the shiny metal of his nipple rings, casting a glow across his toned chest. "Your shirt is a mess. Take it off and wear mine," he says, laying his concert tee in my lap.

"Here?" I gasp, swallowing hard, shaking my head in disbelief. "People will see me."

Edward shakes his head the same way I'm shaking mine.

He cocks a brow. "Puddin', you think I'd let anyone catch a glimpse of your beautiful body?" He touches his fingers to my chin leaning into me. "Shit's not gonna happen." His fingers follow the curve of my neck, making me melt into his hand. Then he lowers his voice to a whisper. "You're mine." His breath spills across the threshold of my mouth and he waits mere seconds before continuing, barely grazing my bottom lip. "Do you need help?"

I close my eyes, engulfed in his sweet words and delicious scent. Our lips linger, and we're breathing each other in as his breath is now mixed with mine. Thank God we're in public and this can't advance any further. If I had my way, we'd be in the backseat playing out all the thoughts running through my mind. But my bum hand keeps me in check, since it's now throbbing more than when we first left the hospital.

My good hand gently pushes at Edward's chest, breaking our kiss. "I'll need your help."

Worrying my bottom lip between my teeth, he assures me once again that no one will ever see one square inch of my bare skin.

His careful way of helping me disrobe from my shirt leads me to believe that his parents may be right. I can see Edward following in their footsteps. He's gentle and caring.

Edward has no problem entering the pharmacy shirtless. He ignores the sign about no shirt, no shoes, no service, but I can't ignore the looks from the girl I recognize from school—an underclassman. I feel her eyes follow us as we make our way to the back of the store to pick up my prescription. In my state of pain, I feel like yelling at the mousey blonde to take her eyes off my damn boyfriend. I do understand that he's that good looking and it's hard not to stare.

But, he's mine.

A bare-chested, nipple ring-wearing hottie.

With a few more looks from a few more people, none of whom I know personally, Edward takes my hand leading me to the register. He grabs some Swedish Fish, a couple of King-sized Snickers and a bottle of water before we pay.

Ramona, the girl behind the counter is too focused on Edward's nipples to notice I'm giving her the evil-eye. A small chuckle from Edward snaps me out of my stare down.

"Come on, Puddin', time to go."

As he helps me into the car, he's laughing, "I like it when you're jealous." His eyebrows bob, making me laugh in return.

"She was eye-fucking you, Edward."

"What can I say, girls love this." He poses in a bodybuilder stance, his arms flexed, his hands in fists, tightening his abs.

I hold the palm of my good hand up, "Save it, Loverboy."

Just before we're ready to go, Edward quickly unwraps the candy bar, putting it to my lips.

"Take a bite, then you need to take one of these." He's shakes the amber-colored bottle of Loratabs.

A deep groan spills from Edward's throat as I wrap my lips around the candy bar, closing my eyes, taking a bigger bite than I had intended.

"You give me a fucking boner when you eat; first the pudding, now the Snickers."

With no shame, he adjusts himself while I watch, chewing what's in my mouth.

"Sorry. I enjoy food."

"Obviously." He smirks, giving me one of the sexy winks I've come to love.

"Next." He offers me a pill and unscrews the bottle of water sitting in his cup holder.

I lay the pill on my tongue taking a swig of water to wash it down.

He inhales deeply shaking his head as he watches me and then speaks.

"I'll order us food before you pass out from the meds."

"I'll be fine, Cookie." I stretch my neck in his direction puckering my lips for a kiss.

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Edward leaves me in the car while he runs into the diner to pick up our order. The pain meds are kicking in and I'm feeling drowsy, but I'm also feeling a little nauseous. I probably should have waited until I had some actual sustenance before taking anything.

Come on, Edward. I chant over and over, trying to keep the bile from rising. My lids are heavy from the medication and my mouth waters as I feel my stomach churn.

I'm not going to puke; I'm not going to puke.

Getting out of the car and going into the diner probably isn't the best decision, but I'm about to lose my Snickers bar and the bottle of water Edward made me chug.

I pull on the door of the dinerand the bell chimes. As I walk in, I spot Edward straight ahead sitting on a stool next to someone very familiar. I'll never forget the picture from the party, the profile of the girl with the long dark hair.

I hesitate one second deciding between going to the restroom and puking, or walking up to where Edward sits,and making an ass of myself … then puking.

I blame what happens next on the drugs and the foggy abyss of my brain.

I tap Gianna's shoulder, my voice resonates louder than I expect because my ears feel as if I'm submerged under water.

"Comfortable?" I ask when she spins herself on the stool looking at me.

I'm not sure if it's my loud voice or what ensues next that keeps the customers staring in our direction.

"Yes, I am, actually," she says in a bitchy tone that I do not appreciate.

Oh no, she didn't.

And then all Hell breaks loose.

Everything happens in slo – mo.

Edward's jumps up off the stool, just as I double my good hand into a fist, winding up for the mother of all punches. Gianna's eyes go wide, her mouth drops open, and then she squeezed her lids shut just as I'm going to make contact with her beautiful-ugly face. But as luck would have it, Edward is quicker than I am and grabs my arm as I'm in mid-swing. Simultaneously, his arm snakes around my waist, abruptlypulling me back from boththe situation, and Gianna. I'd say the whole turn of events does nothing for my queasiness, because,as Edward drags me away, his arm tightens around my belly and the reason for me being in the diner in the first place, is now projectile-ingtowards Gianna at lightning speed.

… Making contact with her thin, white, low-cut shirt.

YES!

"Puddin'!" Is the only thing Edward says as he whisks me away toward the ladies' room.

The diner breaks out in loud chatter and I hear Gianna screaming that she's going to be sick and squealing like a little bitch because I puked on her.

Serves. Her. Right.

At least she didn't get punched.

Edward ushers me into a stall.

"Are you going to be sick again?" he asks, his arm still hugging my waist. His free hand holds as much hair out of my face as he can manage, but half of it hangs limply, blocking my view of the toilet. I don't answer, willing myself to keep anything else in my stomach, down as he asks once more.

"You gonna blow chow again?" This time he releases me, taking all my hair in both his hands bringing it into a ponytail.

I shake my head no, hoping I'm finished embarrassing myself.

"Let's stay here for a minute just in case." My hands, even the hurt one rests on my knees while I'm hunched over the toilet, bracing myself for round two.

"Go, Edward." I swallow, embarrassed that he witnessed my vomit of epic proportions.

"No way, Puddin', I'm not going anywhere. It's not like I haven't seen people puke before." The hand not holding my hair rubs soothing circles to my back.

I stand straight when I feel like I can manage the walk back to his car, but I'm poorly mistaken as the rest of what's in my stomach spews out.

"It's okay," Edward comforts, his hand still on my back. And as much as I wish he weren't here in this very moment, I'm glad he's is; he's being a wonderful boyfriend.

The restroom door swings open with a bang and Gianna enters with a fury.

"Who the fuck does she think she is, Edward?"

Edward releases me but stays close.

"Gianna, calm down."

"I will not calm down." She moves toward the sink and cranks the water on full blast. I take a glance behind me and watch as she peels off her shirt, putting it in the sink. I can't help but be pissed when I see herbarely-there bra.

"Edward. Please. Just get me out of here," I manage to say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I don't want him anywhere near the girl he used to have sex with—ever, but especially not when she's half-naked.

"She assaulted me!" Gianna yells.

"How? Assault with deadly vomit?"

"You used to be cool, but now you're just … pussy-whipped." She wrings her shirt out and holds it under the dryer.

"Shut the fuck up, G."

"That bitch is gonna pay."

"Like hell she is." The tone of Edward's voice is deadly. It even scares me. "You fuck with her; you fuck with all of us, if you know what I mean."

I know what he means. I witnessed firsthand how Jessica was retaliated against after she sent me the photo from the party. If Gianna knows what's best,she'll steer clear of both me, and the wrath of Edward Cullen.

Gianna must know what he means, because I catch a lookof understanding on her face as we leave the restroom.

Good riddance.

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Thankfully, Edward grabs the food as we leave the diner. I'm loopy from the pain meds and the 'almost'fight, so he takes me to his place whereI can eat and rest until it's time to go home.

"You need a shower, Puddin'."

His hands on my feet felt like heaven. Deep, relaxing motions have my eyes shutting, relishing in his touch.

"I know. I feel really gross, but really relaxed, like a bowl of pudding."

My body is nestled onhis couch, the remnants of our lunch discarded on the coffee table.

He laughs, rolling each of my toes between his thumb and index finger.

"It's not a suggestion, it's an order."

His hands wrap around my ankles pulling me toward him.

"We're taking a shower."

He already has me in his lap, his fingers sliding up the sides of the t-shirt he's loaned me, taking it off my body.

"I'll get some plastic and wrap your hand so it doesn't get wet."

His fingers are already unfastening my bra, my nipples erect as he slides it down my arms.

I'm speechless.

I love how he's taking over, taking care.

The desire in his eyes is unmistakable. It's there; even I can see it through my drug-induced haziness.

He stands,and my legs wrap firmly around his waist, my arms hug his neck tightly, as he walks us to his bathroom. Setting me on the vanity top,he dips his head taking one of my nipples into his mouth. It's quick though, just a taste, and then he leaves me to find plastic wrap. I rub the sensation of his mouth off the nipple he's just teased, hopinghe continues this when he returns.

"Let me wrap this so I can get you in the shower."He's diligent. Not one part of the gauze over my stitches is exposed,and when he's satisfied with his work, he lifts me down until my bare feet touch the cool tile.

"You're sexy, you know that?" Eying my body, he licks his lips. His hands reach to finish undressing me.

The way he flicks the button on my jeans with one hand excites me, the other hand is at the small of my back holding me steady.

"Hold on to my shoulders," he directs ashe squats down, taking my jeans and panties with him. "Step," he says when the denim hits my ankles. I do as I'm told; my fingers dig into his shoulders as my eyes close, his face is just above my pubic bone and I feel his lips brush my skin.

My breath catches. I want his lips there again, and again.

Lower and lower.

Kissing and sucking.

Licking and teasing.

I'm naked and on fire.

His lips press harder; dragging tiny kisses down to the place I need him most.

I breathe, "Yeah," moving my hands to his unruly hair, begging for more.

I'm caught in the moment; steamheavy in the air.

Sultry.

Sexy.

His iPod plays soft music through the surround sound.

His fingers spread me; his nose touches short-circuiting, pulsating flesh.

I feel the tip of his tongue, light, barely there.

Mind blowing.

Bang!

The door fliesopened.

"Hey, Fucker." Emmett's towering body enters through the door, and then stops dead in his tracks.

"Ahhh…" A loud scream leaves the back of my throat. Instinctively, I crossmy arms over my chest to hide my goods, but lady townis still in full view.

Edward jumps to his feet covering me with his body.

"The fuck, Em?"

"Damn. Sorry, man, sorry."

I cup my face in my hands leaning into Edward's back.

"You heard of knocking? Get the hell out."

"You told me to meet you here around four." He whines, quickly departing the foggy peep show.

"You said no one would ever see one inch of me, Edward."

"Puddin', I'm so sorry."

"This day sucks. What else can go wrong?"

"Shh, don't say that." He's hugging me, trying to calm me.

"I'll never be able to face him again."

"Trust me. Em's my boy. He'll never speak of this." He holds my face in his hands.

"It's bro code."

I nod, but I'm not convinced.

He plants a quickkiss to my forehead.

"Come on. Let me get ya clean."

A/N:

****I'm donating an outtake of Midnight Confessions for a great cause, Fandom Gives Back 4 Christy. You can find the link on my Facebook page if you'd like to donate. Christy lost her husband to cancer not long ago and we'd like to help her and her son in any way possible. There's a list of amazing authors that are donating their works, so go check it out and donate at least $10 for some awesomeness.****

A shirtless, Edward. *swoon*

Ruh Roh! Emmett got a peep show. *in my sing-song voice*

What did you think of Gianna making another appearance?

Who else can cock-block Cookie and Puddin'? No one but ME, Fran… Sorry!