I do not own anything related to the Twilight world. That, my pervs, belongs to the mother superior of our pale vamps: Stephenie Meyer. We just turn her characters into sex addicts. But out of her world, some of my characters are real names.
Thanks to my beta's korinneraylie, and SweetishBubble for finding my errors. Thanks ladies.
A/N: This is continued from Date Night. Lemony action inside the theater. Woohoo!
Date Night at the AMC
BPOV
We left the restaurant and took the short walk to AMC. Well, Edward walked and pushed me. He hadn't said anything since. He was clearly irritated about the idea that he had been hit on, tried to be, by another man.
I didn't realize how close the theater really was. Edward paid for both of us, and it wasn't cheap; 22 dollars for a friggen' movie? I had to figure out how to make up for all the treats he forked out tonight.
Edward stopped at the concession stand.
"Popcorn, coke, M&M's, junior mints, or goobers?" he asked.
"Are you kidding me? After what we just the equivalent to a horse and you still want popcorn?" I asked in astonishment.
He looked embarrassed. "I wasn't sure if you wanted something."
"Food is not I want," I retorted back to him, scanning his body. He cleared his throat at my response.
Before going into the theater, I used the bathroom. The strawberry lemonade was putting pressure on my bladder. Edward waited for me by the door.
He pushed us into the theater and stopped at the handicapped section of the movies. Ugh. Inside was stadium seating, and I looked up to the highest level—the back row. I longed for just to sit in the back row with Edward. I settled in an empty spot next to a waited for Edward to sit next to me.
He just shook his head. "Nah-ah."
Edward came to the other side of my chair, and scooped me up bridal style. I held onto his shoulder with one hand, and rested my other on his heaving chest.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I caught you were looking up on the back row and that's where we're going. Besides, it's warmer up there and I don't want you catching a cold," he responded back while climbing the steps upward.
"What about my chair?"
"Don't worry, I'll get it," he said back.
Edward settled us next to a wall. There was an overhang above us where the movie room was. It was like our own private section. I watched him go back down to retrieve my chair and placed it in a small landing in our row.
I was thrilled when we were the only ones in the movies. Perfect. My tummy twisted at knowing that we were the only ones. It wasn't butterflies, it was arousal. Edward strolled over to his seat and sat down.
"Are you comfy?" he asked.
More than comfy, I thought. "I'm fine," I responded.
"Cold?" he asked.
"I'm fine, Edward." I answered back.
"I'm not," he replied.
I looked at him worried and asked, "What's wrong?"
I could tell something was wrong when he began to bounce his foot. He rested his other foot on his knee in my direction. His knee began to bounce also.
"What's wrong?" I asked again, feeling more worried. I grabbed his knee so he could stop. His bouncing was also making me nervous.
"Our fucking waiter is what's wrong," he said back to me with disgust.
I wrapped my other hand underneath his knee. Both of my hands held it still. I gave it a squeeze.
"Edward, don't worry about it. The chance that you'll ever run into him again are probably one percent. Unless you ever make an appearance at R's. That's the only place you'll find him. Besides, I slipped a note in the billfold warning him that I'll be making a call to his boss."
"Just knowing that I was hit on by another man is… is icky," he said back.
"Icky?" I laughed, but asked. "What, Jasper had never made the moves on you?"
"He has, but it was more like a teasing way," he said.
I watched two more couples walked in the movies but they sat in the middle. Darn.
"This is really bothering you, isn't it?" I asked. I squeezed his knee again, and continued in a seductive voice, "What can I do to help?"
He looked at my cleavage and my arousal perked up again. Everything twisted below my navel. I had an idea to pull him out of his misery. I quickly looked at the two couples below and then back to Edward.
Watching his eyes, I pulled my right hand from under his knee and brought it to my shirt neckline. I can't believe I'm going to do this. I pulled back my shirt for a little bit to reveal my lacy bra. His eyebrows knitted together and his mouth dropped slightly. I inched back a little more to let him see half of my bra. I stopped when my fingers encountered my nipple.
The lights dimmed and the trailers began. Edward was still ogling my chest when the movie illuminated the theater. I had a feeling that neither one of us was going to be watching the movie.
I whispered and ran my fingers along the lace, "Are you still feeling icky?"
He quickly shook his head and smiled wide.
"There's going to a lot more people like Nikolas, not to mention women, out there that will want to get their hands on you. You don't know how appealing you are," I quietly told him.
He didn't respond back. He took his foot off his knee and leaned into me, and stared at my face. My tummy dropped again when our eyes locked.
As soft as a feather, he brought up his hand to move my hair back behind my shoulder—his fingers brushing my neck along the way. He tilted his head and nuzzled my neck. I felt his hot breath on my skin. I held onto the armrest for dear life waiting for him to do something.
He glided his nose along my chin and back again, like what I did earlier to him. His lips brushed against my earlobe. I titled my head to the side to give him better access. I felt his one hand caress the other side of my neck as he slipped his other to the small of my back.
Goosebumps rose everywhere when he began to nibble on my lobe with his lips—tugging it lightly. After a while, he changed to nibbling with his teeth. I moaned slightly at the feeling. Jasper was right, Edward was keeping me warm.
I honestly was trying to keep up with the movie but the distraction was too much. Talk about necking! He suddenly groaned by my ear.
"What's wrong?" I whispered.
"It's one thing being saved by Jasper, but when your bladder interrupts you it sucks. I have to go take a piss," he whispered back.
Giggling, I said, "You should've gone when I went."
He smiled widely. "Yes, Mommy."
Edward left to use the restroom. I watched some of the movie while I could. I have a feeling that I'll need to rent this movie when it comes out on DVD. Actually, Edward was taking a long time—too long. Ten minutes later, he climbed the stair back to his seat.
"Did you fall in?" I asked, and stared in his eyes.
He rolled his eyes, "Carlisle called me. I told him I needed to get back to my date. She must be worried about me."
"You told your dad we were on a date?" I said out loudly. One couple, the lady, turned around to shush us. After she turned back around, Edward stuck his tongue out at her.
I whispered, "Childish, Edward. And, you told your Dad?"
He whispered back, "Yes, I told him. We don't hide anything from one other. We're an open, honest family."
"How much do you tell your parents about us, and what we do?"
He whispered back, "I just tell them that I'm seeing you and that's all. And, I've just seen a lot of you."
"What else did Dr. C. say?" I asked back.
"He was very happy for the both of us. Now, for the childish name calling. Would a child do this?"
Edward leaned into me. He roughly drew my hair back behind my shoulder and went back nuzzling my neck. His strong lips pressed hard against my skin. My carotid artery pulsed underneath them. Goosebumps, once again, covered my body. Edward returned to the position he was in before. One hand on the other side of my neck, his other hand on the small of my back.
He moved his lips, giving me light, chaste kisses along my jaw line. I heard him breathing in deeply through his nose—smelling the perfume I wore for him tonight: Dolce and Gabbana #1. Thanks to those samples the beauty magazines provide, I had my own little collection starting.
Edward moved from chaste kisses to wet, open-mouthed kisses. He also moved his hand from my neck to squeezing my shoulder. He also moved his hand from my lower back to the top of my ass. He squeezed that also.
I honestly was trying to concentrate on the movie. I was just kidding myself. We're both not going to get through this movie. Edward blew out a hot breath against my lobe. I closed my eyes and felt the tip of his tongue underneath the fleshy part.
Very quietly, I moaned, "You're very much succeeding, Edward."
He chuckled.
My arousal was awoken when he took a long swipe along the shell of my lobe. I moaned again. The movie theater wasn't chilly anymore—maybe it was me, and my blood boiling. My heart was pounding from what he was doing.
When Edward moved his hand further down to caress my ass, my breathing came out in quick shallow breaths. I turned my head and latched onto his mouth. I needed my mouth on something to keep me quiet. Our tongues sought out hard for the other's. Edward's breathing hitched when I rammed my tongue into his mouth.
Instead of holding onto the armrest, I clutched his left thigh for dear life. He then shifted his body more into me. I peeked to find Edward's eyebrows were knitted together and his eyes were tightly closed.
What made my pussy weep was when Edward took his tongue in and out; three times. It was as if he was tongue fucking me. He then ran it on the ceiling of my mouth. I dug my nails into his jeans as my tummy twisted again from my arousal.
He was making me unbearably turned on. I was so wet that I felt it on my panties. He removed his lips, and tongue, out of my mouth and moved it back on my neck.
"Um…damn, Edward! Whoa. Do you think this is going too fast?" I asked as his tongue made lazy circles on my skin.
He pulled back to look at me. "What, why? Do you think so, because I don't. This is our getting to know each other phase." He returned back to my neck.
"I was worried that I was a…"
He interrupted me, "Bella, this is where I want to be. I want to be with you." He chuckled. "Um, meaning, I want this. I like what's among us right now. And no, it's not going fast. We're at a steady pace. You are who I want to be with."
This made my heart jump at knowing this. Our eyes locked and I wanted to be with him more than ever. I longed for him to touch me. Sure, he had held me, but not caressed or really touched me. I blew out a breath and reached with my hand to grab his that was on my neck.
EPOV
Oh. My. God. I'm so fucking full! I have never had eaten so much in all my 23 years. I can't believe I ate that much. Ugh, and I couldn't believe I was picked up by another man. Sure, Jasper had tried to make the moves on me, but like I told Bella, it was all in humor and teasing way.
I looked over to her sitting next to me. She looked like a sex symbol. That shirt she had on was breathtaking and I had a hard-on ever since we left the apartment. I couldn't take it any longer when she was nestled in my arms while I carried her. This caused her body to scrunch close together, and it also had caused her cleavage to stand out more. I made an excuse on using the bathroom, which I did—afterward. What I really was doing was a quickie on myself. I also told her Carlisle had called me. I couldn't take it when I had my lips stuck to her neck. Oh, I wish my lips were on her more. I want to touch her more.
I loved the smell of her. The mixture of her and the perfume she wore was hypnotic. I was so in love with her and I was glad I told her that this was what I wanted, and where I wanted to be. I was worried too, that we were moving extremely fast. I'd kept informing her that this is our-getting-to-know-each-other-phase. But, I think it's more past that phase. Second base, perhaps? But, I'm still worried that I'm making the moves on her fast.
Lapping at her skin too fast? Nah! I had to chuckle when she let out a whoa when I licked her throat. She took me by surprised when she asked me if we were moving fast. I just explained how I felt being with her. But, what really took me was when she led my hand from her shoulder and moved it slowly down.
She whispered, "Edward, touch me."
My body betrayed me once again. I was turned on and hard as a rock. My heart did a double beat, and my stomach did a three-hundred and sixty degree twist. She slowly placed my hand on her left breast, above her shirt. I was stunned, but couldn't take my eyes off of our hands. I also moved my other hand to wedge between her ass and the seat and sunk my fingers on top of her pants to hold her ass.
"Bella…"
"Please, Edward," she pleaded and I looked down at the other people in the theater, their heads faced forward.
With the slightest touch, and using the tips of my fingers, I ran them around the top of her breast, along the underside, and back around. I glided my fingers in a reverse direction around her breast. I stopped when I reached the bottom. The firmness was like a soft pillow. I concentrated more on my hand. I needed more. I wrapped my hand underneath and with fondled it. She moaned her response and threw her head back into the seat. Her body arched next to my hand. I clutched it harder and pressed it up.
"God, Edward." Her breathing came out rapidly.
She felt like heaven under my hand — so soft, warm, and inviting. I changed my hand from clenching her to moving it by her shirt neckline. But it was still next to her breast. I ran my fingers on the cotton shirt. She pleaded once again to me.
"Touch me, please."
I wasn't sure if she could take it anymore because she once again grabbed my hand, pulled back her top, and let me have contact with the lacy fabric of her bra. It was all flesh and lace. It was like having a party on my fingertips. The party also headed south to my cock. My hand under her shirt, on top of her bra was all I longed for since meeting her. My longing was now over. She was letting me feel her up.
Now concentrating on her lustful eyes, I traced the lace with my four fingers, while my thumb brushed along her smooth flesh. The inside of my hand contacted her hardened nipple. This was just as good as being underneath the bra.
I yearned to see her in full light. As I watched her, the way she moved her upper body when I began to massage her breast, was breathtaking. She made quick breath intakes letting me know that she liked what I was doing. She bit her lip when I pushed up her breast. She suddenly grabbed my hand as if I had crossed the line or if it was too much for her. She took my hand, placed it on her inner thigh and left her hand on mine.
She leaned into me and whisper, "I want your hand on me."
Replying back, "I was just there."
"No, I want you to feel me. Remember, this is our getting to know each other stage." She inched her hand closer to her crotch. "I'm yours, Edward."
All I had to do was move my thumb over slightly and I was hers. I did just that. I clenched onto her thigh, although she couldn't feel it, and moved my thumb to run it on be her crotch. She was warm. I again looked back down to the other people and saw they were looking ahead.
"Are you sure?" I asked her in just in case.
"Feel me, please."
We held each other's eyes as I placed my hand on her pants. She was definitely warm down there. Using all my fingers, I brushed her heat. Again, her breathing came quick and shallow. I pressed my fingers in more and felt the softness of her pussy and the hard bone of her lower pelvic. With my whole hand, I cupped her. She gasped when I pushed my fingers harder into her pants. Her breathing became more intense when my fingers rubbed hard against her crotch. This was becoming intense for me as well. I might have to do another rubbing session before we leave the movies.
She took my by surprise again when she grabbed my hand. "Edward, please. Underneath."
I couldn't believe she was asking me of this. Here and now? Still clutching my hand, she brought her other hand to the tie strings to her pants and untied them. The strings were the only things that held up her cargo's. When the strings were untied, she pulled back her pants to reveal her panties.
Oh. Mother. Fuck. Her panties were black and all lace. There were very tiny sitting across her hips and her pelvic. She let go of my hand that was still between her thighs. I brought it up to the bottom of her shirt, lifted it, and rested my hand on her abdomen.
I let out a soft moan and whispered her name when my fingers came in contact with her soft skin. Her stomach flinched when I slowly glided the tips of my fingers on her. I moved them in lazy circles. She giggled when I dipped my middle finger into her belly button.
Her body arched when I moved my hand further down past her navel. I asked her again, "Bella, are you sure about this?"
Her response came out shakily, "Please."
I moved my hand further into her pants and found her panties. Running my index finger along the low lace, she reached across my back and grabbed onto my right shoulder. I leaned into her more — almost hovering but she could still see if anyone was watching.
I concentrated on her face and her reactions. Slowly moving my hand from side to side, I felt the delicate lace on her lower pelvic and across her hips. Her breathing came fast and hard when my hand encountered the silky fabric of the crotch area. She looked down to watch, as it was about to make her whole evening complete.
As I did above her pants, I dug my fingers into the silk causing them to become one with her. They were extremely wet. I knew what this meant — she was aroused. I pulled at the silk making them wedge harder into her. She threw her head back and her mouth hung low. I tugged at her panties again.
She quickly looked at me and whispered, "Feel me. Feel what you are doing to me."
Bella took her hand off my shoulder, weaved it in my hair and brought my mouth to hers.
Moving my hand to the lacy waistline, I held her and my mouth kissed hers in gentle passion while my fingers slipped under her panties to find my way on her skin to her slit. Her fleshy mound was warm, almost hot to the touch. I slowly rubbed them over before slipping them between her soft lips and into her heat. So soft – so creamy and hot – my fingers caressed up and down her folds finding their way to her most secret places. I was astound as how wet she was. Her arousal was silky liquid in between my fingers. I brought back my hand slightly and rubbed my fingers together, marveling it. I heard her moan, felt her hand grasped her leg to make her thighs wider in a surrender and invitation.
I didn't enter her right away but played slowly around her opening. Pushing my finger slightly in and then sliding it back to rub her swollen tender flesh. I liked how she moved trying to get my finger where she wanted him to touch. I took my mouth off of hers, but moved them to nibble on her earlobe.
All a sudden, I heard, "Shit," escaping her lips. Have I gone too far? I thought.
"Edward, take it out!"
I thought she was referring to my cock. I heard her again, "Someone's coming. Act like you're adjusting me in the seat."
I quickly pulled out my hand and leaned back into my seat. My fingers tingled on the ends from rubbing her. I didn't swipe my hand on my jeans because I wanted to savior her velvet arousal on my fingers. Fast as she could, she tied the string to her pants and pulled down her shirt.
I saw him climbing the steps and was standing in front of us in no time. "Get out," the guy, movie usher perhaps, told us
"What?" Bella and I both responded.
"I saw what you two were doing, now get out!" he told us too loudly. The others down below shushed us.
Bella responded angrily, "What you saw was my date trying to adjust me in my seat. He was helping me get more comfortable. Now, if you'll excuse us were trying to watch the movie."
"That's not what I saw. Now get out!" he began shouting. "How come you're not sitting in the handicapped section?"
Ugh, I hate it when people refer to the term handicapped. People with a disability are not handicapped. Handicapped was playing golf.
I angrily responded back to the guy, "I brought her up her because it's the warmest spot in this damn theater. What are you trying to freeze us to death? Besides, Bella can sit where ever she pleases. Now, I paid 22 dollars to watch a movie. If you still want to accuse us of whatever your naughty mind thought we were doing, I'll go to management and demand a refund."
We watched our warden descend the stairs back down but instead of leaving, he turned around and watched each one of us like a buzzard.
We both giggled when he did this. Bella leaned over to me and whispered, "Edward that was the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me."
Teasing her, I said, "Getting caught?"
She rolled her eyes. "I wanted more but I don't think that is going to happen with our warden prying on us."
I looked at her surprisingly, "I thought the same thing on the warden part. Weird. Now, I'm hoping that I was the only one that did that to you."
She didn't respond. Another guy did this to her?
She stared into my eyes. "Believe me, I have been touched before, but you're the first to really touch me in that way." She darted her eyes away from me and looked down on the floor. "Am I?"
"Bella, that was my first time I came in contact with a smooth, silky, hot pussy. I…" I couldn't finish because all my blood soared down to my aching cock after saying pussy and from touching her.
I wrapped my arm around her after telling her this and she rested her head on my shoulder. It was the best we could do since we had an "evil eye" keeping guard on us. It was kind corny but also it was sentimental. We also held hands while watching the rest of the movie.
From the time this all took place, we only did miss a third of the movie. Say to least, it was actually funny. I was trying my best to concentrate on it, but my thoughts always interrupted me by thinking of her pussy and my hand on her breast. With my free hand, I rubbed my fingers together again.
I brought my foot up to rest it on my knee and she took both of our hands to rest it on my inner thigh. Bella released my hand and clenched onto my thigh—squeezing it.
I whispered to her, "Bella. Please don't. I'm having a hard time as is not going down your panties again." She just sighed and weaved her fingers back through mine again. We held hands on my hip.
The movie finished around ten and back to my car. We rode the elevator up to the top level. Earlier she asked me why I park on the top level and told her the reason why of not wanting someone to park next to me and scratch the paint. She did exactly what Carlisle did; she rolled her eyes.
We got to my car and I couldn't take it any longer. Instead of helping Bella out of her chair and into my car, I picked her up bridal style and set her down on the fenders by the hood. I wedged between her legs and attacked her lips.
My car was the only one on the top level. We were alone. I didn't care though that there were a couple of parking garage lights blaring down at us. The night was cool but it was still warm out from the day. But the air had shifted to heat between us. Bella weaved one hand in my hair pulling my head as close to hers as possible, and the other clung onto my back. I held her hips and brought her ass forward to melt them with my own hips.
With every pull and suck of her tongue, I dug my crotch into hers. My dream was being re-lived. As it was earlier in the bathroom but this was better. It was on top of my car the made it hot. The kissing wasn't chaste, it was full-tongue and sucking.
I inched my hands higher up her waist, to her ribs, and met her breasts. With the little space between us, I tried to cup and massage them. She took her mouth off mine and leaned on her hands giving me better access to them. I fondled them hard and she threw her head back. I hope this felt good to her until I heard a loud moan escape her lips…Yup. Every time I squeezed them; I also pressed my aching cock into her.
"Edward, stop, stop, stop!" she cried out.
I thought we'd been caught again. "What's wrong?" I asked her.
"It's too much! We need to slow it down," she said.
Confusion rolled in my head, my body, and my heart. I was also hurt in the way that she was leading me on. I backed away from her, turned away, and clenched my fists. Gritting my teeth, "You led me on." I turned around to face her, "You even asked if we were moving too fast. You were the one that wanted me to feel you up and feel your pussy. Now you're saying that it's too much? What do you want, Bella?"
Tears escaped down her cheek. "I want us, Edward. But I'm also afraid that we are moving too fast. Was it only a month and half ago that we met and here we are dry humping each other?"
"You're confusing me, Bella. What do you want?" I asked her again.
"I want to be with you but we need to take it back to first-base. I don't want to be a whore and have the first chance of letting it all go," she said with a quivering lip.
"You should've thought about that before you stuck my hand under your shirt and down your pants. You led me on and that hurt, Bella."
She hung her head and didn't saying anything for a while. "You're right, Edward. I was being a tease and I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I meant what I said about wanting to be with you. But can we take it a little more slowly?" she asked.
She still confused me. I get that she wants to take it slow, but she was the one that was making all the moves. It was my fault also.
"I was at fault too, Bella. I care for you and I want to be with you, too. I also made inappropriate moves on you. I'm sorry as well. We'll take it back a notch and go back with just making out and nothing more until we're both ready?" I meant it for a question and not a statement until she agreed.
"No touching?" she asked.
"Caressing yes, fondling no. Until you're ready to take it further, I won't say no. Are you ready to go home?" She nodded.
I wanted to leave it at that. I helped her off my car, settled her in the passenger seat, and put her chair in my trunk. When I got in, she was faced away from me looking out the window.
"Are you crying?" I asked.
"No!"
I could tell that she was because she wouldn't look at me. I reached around her shoulder and pulled her next to me.
"Bella, I'm sorry again. It's just that you were really confusing me. One minute I was going down on you, next you're telling me its too fast. I didn't mean to hurt you."
I started my car. I wasn't in the mood to listen to anything romantic so I pushed the screen for the Lexus songs I had chosen especially for my car. They were rock songs. First song that came on was Robert Plants 'Big Log.' The words were appropriate for what was going on now, although the song is about the love of driving on the freeways.
Bella quickly looked at me after a moment. "Edward, this was my fault. I'm to blame for leading you on. I care for you also and I don't want to ruin it. I was pushing you to touch me."
"I wanted to do it. I couldn't believe that you asked me to do it so soon," I told her.
Robert Plant just sang the lyrics, "Leading me on, leading me down the road." We both snickered at the verse leading me on. I pulled out of the parking garage.
She moved in closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder. She asked, "Edward?"
"Hmm?"
"What was it like? How did it feel to you?" she asked me while she rubbed her hand on my forearm that was on the car's stick shift.
"It was like… everything that I dreamed about of you. You gave yourself to me. Your pussy… your silky pussy… your hot folds… your smooth wetness … I could feel you tighten as I rubbed the nerve. Oh, God, your silkiness was…" I couldn't finish it.
"You're having a hard time forming sentences, Edward," she said and giggled. "Yeah, but did you like it?"
"Bella, in time to come I'm going to have my fingers and hands all over your body." I told her.
We remained quiet for a little. She continued to rub my forearm. The next song that came on my Mp3 was Led Zepplin's 'Kashmir.
"Robert Plant fan?" she asked.
I responded, "There's some songs I like of his. I like to listen to the older rock in my car. It also fits when I go down the highway doing 80 miles per hour. What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Nothing planned," she replied.
"There's a jazz concert at SeaPac. Would you like to go? I'll pack us a picnic. I was planning to go by myself because I wanted to see this group perform jazz contemporary."
"A picnic? Will you feed me grapes as I lay my head in your lap?" she teased.
"I'll pack something light but hearty."
"What time?" she asked.
"I'll be on your doorstep at elevenish, or earlier."
"Hey that's what Jasper calls his times. He adds an ish at the end. You are hanging around him too much. Okay, I'll go tomorrow. I never seen a jazz concert before," she said.
She laid her head back down on my shoulder. She remained quiet for the rest of the ride home. The next two songs will always remind me of this moment. The next song that played after Robert Plant was Sound Garden's 'Black Hole Sun'.
Bella sunk closer into my shoulder and sighed. I looked down and she had her eyes shut. My eyes also drifted to her very noticeable cleavage. The neckline managed to fall beyond her bra. This was the time where I wished I had horse blinders on to keep my eyes on the road and not her.
I think Bella had fallen asleep—a deep sleep. Her mouth shaped in a small O, and her breathing was hard and shallow. Continuing on over the I-90 bridge and into Bellevue, I tried my damnest on concentrating on the nightly traffic. My thoughts kept leading back to Bella's sweet pussy. I turned down the radio so she could sleep. I'm not sure how she does it sleeping like this.
The next song I wished she was awake for it. I could have sung it to her. It was Scorpion's 'Still loving you'.
Time, it needs time. To win back your love again- I will be there, I will be there. Love, only love- Can bring back your love someday. I will be there, I will be there- I'll fight, babe, I'll fight. To win back your love again. I will be there, I will be there- Love, only love. Can break down the wall someday. I will be there, I will be there- If we'd go again, all the way from the start. I would try to change, the things that killed our love- Your pride has built a wall, so strong. That I can't get through, is there really no chance
To start once again, I'm loving you.
Try, baby try, to trust in my love again.- I will be there, I will be there. Love, our love, just shouldn't be thrown away - I will be there, I will be there. If we'd go again, all the way from the start. - I would try to change, the things that killed our love- Your pride has built a wall, so strong that I can't get through. Is there really no chance, to start once again
If we'd go again, all the way from the start.- I would try to change, the things that killed our love.-Yes, I've hurt your pride, and I know what you've been through
You should give me a chance, this can't be the end.
I'm still loving you.- I'm still loving you, I need your love.
I'm still loving you.
When the song ended, it was almost 11:00 o'clock as I pulled into the parking lot at Jasper's. Once again, I cradled her in my arms and carried her to the door. Bella was still soundly sleeping. The jostling didn't wake her. I rang the bell because I didn't want to go searching for Bella's purse looking for her keys. Jasper answered.
"Hey, gorgeous. What's wrong with Bella?" he asked with concern.
"She's sleeping. She hasn't woken up yet," I replied.
Jasper took Bella from my arms and carried her to her room. I went back out to get her chair out of my car and rolled it back to the apartment. I waited and moment later, he emerged. "I'm really starting to wonder if she's narcoleptic. She'll fall sleep at a whim and nothing will wake her up. She has an internal alarm clock though. She's up at the crack of dawn. It's really weird. We'll be watching TV, and next thing I know she's snoring away."
"She snores?" I asked.
"Nah, I'm just kidding. How was tonight?" he asked.
Teasing him, I said, "I think we saw the movie." Jasper had the biggest grin.
"Dinner was good, but the service sucked big time," I said.
His eyebrows knitted together. "Why what happened?" he asked.
"Let's just say that there was semi-flirting, and we're not going back." I explained.
"A waiter was flirting with Bella? How rude!" His voice rose up.
"Not Bella, me."
"You were flirting with Bella?" he asked confused.
Embarrassed, "Not her, me. The waiter tried to flirt with me."
"Which one?" he asked.
I replied, "Nikolas."
Jasper took in a deep breath and hung his mouth open, "Oh, no he didn't! He's the worst! I swear, he'll flirt with any cute guy that walks into the restaurant. He tried to hand off his phone number to both Mike and I. He told us we could have an amazing three some. He is banned from entering R's ever."
"You can't do that." I told him.
"I know I can't. But I'll spread the word to the others to watch their ass," he replied back.
"I need to get going. Make sure Bella's ready before 11. I'm taking her to a jazz concert in the park. You and Mike, can join us if you like." I asked to be nice but hoping he'd say no.
"Mike has an appointment and I'm setting up a Heaven's tonight," he said.
"Both of you are always working. I'll see you later."
A/N: The list for this chapter is on my profile page. I included Bella's outfit, bra and panties. Bella's perfume is also on the link. I Wish you could smell it, I love my bottle. The song's that are on Edward's Lexy's Mp3 player are added in links.
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~PattzCougar