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M'ladies! Two of you CALLED ME, because we're RL friends/family, and almost bitched me out for my mini-cliffie there in the middle of last chapter. Nice. You made me laugh . PS. The quote thingy from last chapter? It's from 'Up'.
Remember: Edward does NOT know that Bella is broadcasting the play-by-play. She sees this as a "therapy" or sorts, somewhere to vent. Radio DJ host spill their lives in the name of their profession.
Anywho- There's a video to go along with this one, don't watch it until I say so though, ok?
"Ohmigawd, Rose, I swear to Thomas Edison, I saw the light bulb go off above his head; complete with the though bubble and everything," Bella regaled with the story of the strip tease/couch sex event of her birthday the following Wednesday on the Morning Show, "As soon as I reminded him of the 'wooing cards' or whatever."
Rosalie chuckled, "You probably nearly gave the poor guy a heart attack!"
"He likes it," Bella gloated.
"He should be here by now, shouldn't he?" Rosalie asked.
Earlier, Emmett had announced that the girls were being banned from the sound booth and that Jasper and Edward were coming in for back up. In addition, this meant that Drew B and Edward would be in the same room together- a very small room. This made Bella a little nervous.
"You're right. Maybe he's out there with Emmett already."
"Speak of the devil!" Rosalie exclaimed when Emmett, Jasper, and Edward's faces appeared behind the glass window of the sound booth.
Bella prompted a commercial and the boys shuffled in. Rosalie and Bella helped get Edward and Jasper outfitted in headphones and in front of microphones. With 30 seconds left to air, Edward gripped and dipped Bella and gave her a searing kiss, eliciting cat calls and whoops from the studio- and one muffled curse word.
Breathless and with a mega-watt smile, Bella brought the studio live from commercial break.
"We have visitors," she sang.
"Indeed, we have the monopoly of schmexy boys in the studio right now," Rosalie stated. "Intro, boys."
All eyes looked expectantly at the two new faces.
"Oh, uh, I'm Edward, Bella's boyfriend," Edward crooned over the airwaves. Unbeknownst to the co-hosts, involuntary kegel exercises were being done across the Palm Beaches at the sound of Edward's voice.
"Hello, I'm Jasper, Edward's soon-to-be brother in law," Jasper said with a slight Texan twang.
"Welcome, boys! What brings you to our little neck of the woods?" Rosalie asked.
"We have man-stuff to discuss, so you ladies need to leave," Emmett informed.
Bella and Rosalie looked at one another, then at Emmett, with matching 'what-the-fuck faces'.
"Would you ladies please be so kind as to allow us men folk to discuss upcoming events designed of a nature that will, hopefully, be enticing to one such a lady?" Jasper persuaded.
"Absolutely," Rosalie said simply, tossing her headphones on the table. She then hopped off her stool and headed out the door. "Let's bounce, B."
"Oh, uh… ok." Bella scrambled out of her headphones and off the stool. "Wow, she's really bookin'." Bella kissed Edward goodbye, causing an exaggerated 'Awwww' from the others.
"Wait, Rosie! Where's my kiss?" Emmett pouted, but Rosalie had already gone.
Once the door had closed behind Bella and Emmett saw Alice shuffle the two girls away, throwing a thumbs up at Emmett, he turned back to the men in the room.
"Ok men…" He started, and then paused dramatically. "We have gathered here today to discuss a very important matter." Tossing a quick glance at Edward, he brought up the soundboard.
-EMMETT queued ARTIST: Dixie Cups 'Chapel of Love'-
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"So, what are we dressing up as for Halloween in a few weeks?" Alice asked.
"We're broadcasting on the Booze Cruise," Rosalie supplied.
"But, since Halloween is on a Sunday this year, we're doing the Booze Cruise on Saturday. People will still dress up and stuff," Emmett said as he stuffed a dip-loaded chip into his mouth.
We were camped out at my apartment once again, apparently planning our Halloween costumes.
"We should all coordinate," Alice said excitedly.
"Like, in couples or as a group?" Rosalie asked.
"Either."
"I'm not wearing tights," Emmett interjected.
"No one said anything about tights, man," Jasper chortled before he thought about it. "Yeah, I'm not wearing tights!"
"You'll wear what I put you in, Jasper Whitlock!" Alice stated with a ferociousness I've not yet seen from her, jabbing her finger in his chest.
"Alice, kick down a notch, shit!" I laughed.
Alice huffed. "I just think it'd be really fun to dress up all together and stuff. These things need to be planned and we only have a few weeks!"
"Well, Edward and I already have our costumes picked out," I told her.
"You do?" she pouted.
"We do?" Edward turned to me inquisitively, tossing two red skittles into his mouth.
"Yeah…" Everyone was looking at me expectantly.
"Well, Edward's a doctor, so I figured he'd just wear his scrubs." I mumbled.
"And?" Rose prompted.
"Well…." I trailed off, blushing, waiting for it to click.
Jasper started to chuckle first. Then Alice clapped her hand over her mouth to contain her giggles.
"What?" Emmett looked at the two of them in sudden alarm. "WHAT?"
Rosalie gasped and then started the slow clap. What the fuck… is this really a 'slow clap' moment?
I decided to chance a glance at Edward. He was looking at me intently with his brow furrowed. I could tell he was really concentrating. He had his chin pinched between his thumb and forefinger, and was hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees. Suddenly his body snapped straight, his eyes lightened (and then strangely, darkened), and his hands clawed at his knees.
Oh. There's that light bulb again.
Edward cleared his throat, deliberately setting the candies down, "N-naughty nurse?"
"Yeah, but I mean… if you don't want to go as that then we can pick something else, I guess," I mumble shyly, looking at the ground.
"NO!" Edward shouted, startling me. All eyes widened and zoned in on him.
"I mean No," he continued in his 'inside voice', "Doctor and Nurse is perfect. If that's what you want to go as, then so be it. Your wish, my command. You want it, you got it."
Ok he's clearly rambling, and it's so fucking cute.
Giggling, I kissed his rampant mouth to shut him up. He cupped my face and smiled against my lips as his body bowed mine backwards with his eagerness.
"Obviously, Edward's down with the naughty nurse idea," Rosalie guffawed.
I simply gave her a one finger salute.
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A few days later, Rosalie, Emmett, and I were walking up to Downtown at the Gardens on our way to meet the others for lunch. Apparently Jasper was working on a project with the kids from his camp there, some sort of video project about love.
Just as we were walking in to the courtyard at the center of the complex, Jasper came running up to us and slapped Emmett on the back.
"Man, I'm so glad you're here. I need you for a sound bite. You'll do it, yeah?" he asked as he tugged my brother and Rose further into the courtyard.
Jeebus. There had to be 50 people here for the shoot. There were cameras set up at various spots, lots of band equipment, speakers, and soundboards and… is that a fucking unicycle?
Just as Jasper instructed Rose to sit in a strategically placed directors' chair and pulled Emmett toward some microphones, Alice popped up beside me with a huge smile of her face.
"Alice, you're vibrating." She just nodded her head excitedly and clung to my arm for dear life.
What the fuck is going on?
Jasper positioned Emmett to face away from Rosalie in the center of a person-formed semi-circle, and ran off to get behind a camera. Metro Station's 'Shake it' boomed through the speakers and Emmett started to move to the beat and spun around to face Rose. When the lyrics 'Come on' rang out, he motioned to the sidelines and a mass of people in blue shirts poured out from the sides and took their places around Emmett, including Edward, Drew B, and other people from the station. Some were acting as a band, with guitars, a bass', and drums. Some were standing in front of microphone stands posing as backup singers, and then there were two groups on either side of Emmett that were poised as dancers.
A man brought out a mic stand and Emmett sauntered up to it and started lip synching the words to the song, starting a whole intricately choreographed number. (A/N Go watch the video now)
I'll take you home
If you don't leave me at the front door
(Leave me at the front door)
Your body's cold
But girl, we're gettin' so warm
And I was thinking of ways
That I could get inside
(Get inside)
All of the dancers and Emmet lined up and pointed at Rose
Tonight you're falling in love
Let me go now
This feeling's tearing me up
Here we go now
The dancers walked forward and got in to a formation to do a synch pated dance, complete with twirls, claps, and hand shakes.
Now if she does it like this
Will you do it like that?
Now if she touches like this
Will you touch her like that?
Now if she moves like this
Will you move her like that?
Come on, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Emmett stood in the center again lip synching and two guys came up and removed his sports jacket. He then unbuttoned his white shirt to reveal a blue shirt that matched the others.
Your lips tremble
But your eyes are in the straight stare
(In the straight stare)
We're on the bed
But your clothes are laying right there
And I was thinking of places
That I could hide
(I could hide)
All of the guys lined up in front of Emmett to "hide" him, and then some uber strong man was able to lift my brother's heavy ass in the air above the other guys so he could continue to sing to Rose. He carried him to the front of the line and then, once in another formation, everyone ripped their blue shirts off to reveal white shirts that read 'He Loves You'. Emmett's appropriately read 'I Love You'.
Tonight you're falling in love
Let me go now
This feeling's tearing me up
Here we go now
During the next refrain and chorus, Emmett skipped over and stood next to Rosalie's chair. He bent down and a man came out with a Polaroid camera and took a picture of the smiling couple.
Now if she does it like this
Will you do it like that?
Now if she touches like this
Will you touch her like that?
Now if she moves like this
Will you move her like that?
Come on, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Emmett joined the others again and they were all holding Polaroid picture cards and were "shaking them" while dancing.
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Some crazy shit went down next, people tumbling and flipping. Two guys brought out a stack of huge boards and placed them on the ground in the center of the cleared out courtyard, the dancers and performers dancing along the outside.
I saw you dancing
And I couldn't get you off my mind
I could tell that you could tell
That I was taking my time
But I was thinking of ways
To get you to stay tonight
Body's shaking
Tell me off so I can turn off the lights
Again, during the refrain and chorus things were choreographed. Emmett stood behind the two guys with the signs. The men held them upright and changed the signs as the chorus rang out.
Now if she does it like this
Will you do it like that?
So, Rosalie….
Now if she touches like this
Will you touch her like that?
I Have Loved You
Since The Moment We Met
Now if she moves like this
Will you move her like that?
And All I Want…
Is To Make You HAPPY…
Come on, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
EVERYDAY
FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
The signs were set down and everyone whooped and danced around, crowding around Emmett.
There's that fucking unicycler… his ass was wheeling around and doing tricks. Emmett came back in to view and he skipped-kicked his way up to the front of the group. Once he got close enough we walked right up to Rosalie and dropped to one knee.
I couldn't hear what he was saying, but from the look on her face, it was exactly the right thing to say. I didn't need to hear when I saw him say 'Rosalie, will you marry me?' as Rosalie squeal-sobbed a 'YES' that echoed off the walls.
Cheers from everyone, including wet ones from me, resounded and filled that entire courtyard with happiness. Emmett hoisted Rose up out of the chair after slipping the ring on her finger, threw her over his shoulder, and ran off towards the parking lot.
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A few weeks later found us on the Booze Cruise for Halloween. Edward and I did, in fact, decide to dress as a doctor and his naughty nurse, while Emmett and Rosalie were dressed as Batman and Robin, and Jasper and Alice as a World War II General and a USO Pin-Up.
"You're sure you're not upset that I didn't involve you in the plans for asking Rose?" Emmett asked me for the umteenth time in the past 3 weeks.
I laughed and turned to him. "I'm sure! We had already talked about you asking her. You made the right choice by not telling me, I would have totally blabbed!"
And I would have. Rose and I are tight and if I knew of a secret THAT huge, I wouldn't have been able to stop it from flying out of my mouth in one form or another.
"I'm really happy for you, Emmett," I added.
He grinned and walked over to the DJ booth where Rosalie was surrounded by guys.
Weaving my way between sweaty bodies I was finally able to get to the little table that Edward, Alice, and Jasper were sitting at. Edward stood up and let me sit on his stool. He stood directly behind me and held on to my hips as we all chatted about random things. Edward's hands were rubbing up and down my sides and the curve of my hips, and then came dangerously close to slipping under the hem of my dress. Actually, Edward hadn't been able to keep his hands off of my all night. I'm going to be blatantly honest here… it was making my lady bits tingle.
Naughty Nurse is definitely going to be employed past October.
Edward started to get braver as time went on and his hand wandered higher and lower, respectively. He would grind his hips against my ass and squeeze my hips, causing me to choke back a moan or a whimper, or… sit on his fucking face.
At 2 am the Morning Show hosted a contest for 'costume superlatives'; Most Inventive going to a group who had dressed as stick figures by dressing in all black and attaching bendy glow sticks to form stick people on the front of their clothes. They had even lined hats, shoes, glasses, and other accessories. There was the usual throng of whores who just wore their underwear, hooker heels, and slapped a set of animal ears on their head and called it a day.
I was bent over, helping to load some of the equipment into the van at the end of the night, when I felt strong hands grip my hips and press a prominent erection into my ass. But they were the wrong hands, the wrong penis- the wrong boy.
I snapped up to stand quickly and spun around to glare at Drew B. He had that look on his face, the look that he'd have right before we'd have sex. No bueno, Asshole.
"What the fuck Drew B?" I shouted and pushed him away. He walked back towards me and pressed me against the van. I had to turn my head to the side to keep our faces from smashing together. He had me caged in, his body too heavy for me to move. I could feel his hot, alcohol laced breath ooze down my neck and chest. He pressed more firmly against me and I felt his hardness press into my hip. I flinched and made a sound of disgust, trying to push him away again, which caused him to growl.
"C'mon B," he purred, "Let me have you one more time."
I glanced up at him with, what I hoped was, a smoldering glance. It worked because I felt his body relax enough for me to shove him off of me.
"Get the fuck over yourself, Drew. We're so fucking over we never got started," I spat.
Just as he reached for me a voice of an angel rang out.
"Back off my lady, little man." He was one pissed off angel.
Drew whipped around to glower at Edward and squared his shoulders. "Who the fuck are you calling 'little'?"
Edward rolled his eyes, "No need to whip it out, bro. Just stay away from my girlfriend."
He held his hand out to me but as soon as I made to move for him, Drew B grabbed the top of my arm.
"You don't own her, Douche-ward. Bella can decide for herself what she wants to do."
"Really, dude? You're going to do this shit?" Edward chortled as he walked closer to us. "This isn't a pissing contest, you mother fucker. Bella is a grown woman and I have seen her, on numerous occasions, telling you to back the fuck off. It would appear to me that you have trouble with your hearing and need to have a medical examination performed to diagnose what the fuck your issues are. Seeing as I am a doctor I would gladly offer my medical services to you. I happen to work in the Pediatric ward, and as the case may be, am well versed in using elementary terms so that the children can understand, so I'm sure you could keep up."
Pissed off Medward is fucking hot.
The thought made me moan out loud. Both guys looked at me, Edward with a knowing smirk.
"Sorry, totally inappropriate. Carry on," I mumbled and blushed.
Drew B was sporting his signature 'pissed-bitch' face and still had a tight grip on my arm.
"Fuck you, you pretentious bastard!" he said looking back at Edward. "I've known Bella for far longer than you have and I know that she would never want to be treated like fucking property, which seems to be the only way you know how to handle her."
"Hello, Bella," I said, pointing to myself, "I'm standing right here!"
"No, shit, B?" Drew said sarcastically.
I cocked an eyebrow and stomped my red hooker heel down on his foot. His grip on my arm loosened and I tried to pull myself away but He was once again faster than me and seize my arm in a hold that I was sure would leave a bruise.
A sinister smile grew on his face, his eyes dark and dangerous.
"Yeah, Bella," he growled in his sex voice, "I remember how you like it rough sometimes."
"The FUCK did you just say?" Edward roared.
Oh shit
I looked at Edward with pleading eyes, begging him to understand that there was nothing between Drew B and I anymore, hadn't been for years.
He wouldn't meet my gaze; he was too busy shooting angry red laser beams out of his eyes, aiming right for Drew B's head. Or at least that's what I pictured in my mind.
What my mind wasn't imagining though, was the fact that Edward was absolutely seething.
"Edward?" I called in a soft, placating voice.
"Drew, if you don't get your filthy hands off of MY girlfriend, I will take great pleasure in ripping them from your cold, lifeless corpse." His voice was low, perilous, eerily calm, and liquid sex.
Heeding the very promising warring from Edward, Drew let go of my arm. Immediately Edward held out his hand, not taking his eyes off of Drew. I all but ran over and as soon as I was within arms reach, Edward bent down and hoisted me over his shoulder. I clutched his lab coat as I hung upside down and could just hear Edward's voice above my racing pulse.
"Tonight while you're drunk and all alone in your dark broke down apartment, I'm going to be buried balls deep in this tight pussy all night long. And you wunna know what the best part is going to me?" he paused. "It's MY name that she'll be screaming."
Ohhhhh, sweet baby Jesus! Angry sex, angry sex, angry sex! My inner fangirl was jumping up and down, clapping her hands. She oddly reminded me of Alice, but I digress. I internally squeed.
"Did you just squeal?" Edward asked. Apparently it wasn't so internal.
"Maybe," I mumbled.
"Take notes, Beautiful, because here's how this night it going to go. I am going to fuck you seven ways to Sunday on every surface we can humanly achieve. You will be so sore that you may have to call in to work on Monday, and you will definitely need a hot bath to soothe your muscles. I will make you scream so loud and so often that management will come to our door to ask that we keep it down, repeatedly. And this outfit?" his palm smacked against my ass, "Will definitely be making a repeat appearance."
I squirmed over his shoulder, seeking friction by rubbing my thighs together. I was sure that my arousal was dripping down my thigh and pooling on his shoulder.
"I'm going to erase and replace every fucking memory you have of any other guy you've been with," he growled through clenched teeth.
The drive home was intense with an energy buzzing around us, its electricity humming over the surface of my skin and igniting the fire deep within me. Not a word was spoken between us. Edward's hand was all but cupping my pussy the whole ride home. Before he got out of the car to open my door he slipped his finger beneath my panties and quickly swiped it through my folds. Carefully, he removed his finger and brought it to his mouth, licking it clean of my juices.
My breathing hitched, my mouth dropping open slightly with a 'pop'. The slightly cooler air that flooded around me broke me out of my daze where I was able to notice that Edward had opened my door. He tugged me behind him all the way to the elevators. Once the elevators opened he rushed me in and started rubbing his hands all over my body, waking up each blood vessel that his finger brushed over. The 'ding' announced our arrival at our floor, the easy thud-clunk of the retracting elevator doors making my heart beat even more rapidly.
Quicker than I could realize, Edward was turning the knob of his door and ushering me through the threshold, the heavy metal on metal click signaled the securing of the bolt lock. My eyes were still focused on the lock when I heard Edward speak.
"Turn around and face the wall, Bella. You're going to need to brace yourself."
I didn't know it yet, but management would be finding their way to this door 6 times in the next 15 hours.
A/N
Oh yeah, I cocked block you again. Don't worry... I'll make up for it *grins*
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