"Bella, have you seen my blue hoodie?"

"I'm wearing it. What about my guitar case? The one with all the silver pen vandalisms,"

"I think it's under the couch,"

Two weeks were finally done and Muteward was long gone. With that good news, Rosalie happily told us that the tour was to resume in a few days so we were instructed to get packing immediately.

Being the procrastinators we were, Edward and I put it off until mere hours before we had to leave for the airport which was why we were currently scrambling to find our shit.

After the final phone charger was located and the last bag was zipped close, we made our way to the airport where the rest of the band was already waiting.

"I can't wait to get back," Jasper declared as he pulled his long honey blond hair away from Bryce's prying hands. "It feels like ages since we've played,"

"I kinda liked the vacation," I said as Edward snaked his arm around my shoulders. "Not having to worry about freezing up in the middle of a concert or having to get up early in the morning for some press…"

"True," Jasper relented.

"Emmett, will you please give my laptop back now? I need it," Rosalie sighed exasperatedly as she looked at Emmett.

"Not now, woman. We're leading but a few more votes and it'll be a landslide,"

"Leading where?" I asked, trying to peek.

"Duh. Only the most important online competition on earth, MTV March Madness," he rolled his eyes.

It was March already? Huh. Guess that's what I get for not paying attention to calendars and shit.

"Em, I'm pretty sure that the fans are the ones who are supposed to vote," Rose tried convincing him. "Which means, you'renot supposed to,"

"But with the fans andus voting, we'll take home the trophy fow show!" Rosalie just sighed and made a defeated action before going back to her PDA.

"Who are we up against for the first round anyway?"

"Radiohead," he said. "They have like, ten percent of the votes while we have the rest,"

"So…why are you still voting when we're already ahead?"

"Bella, Bella, Bella," he reached over Edward's lap and patted mine understandingly. "Don't you realize that it's never enough to just win? Landslide victory's the only way to go, baby,"

I raised my hands in surrender. "Okay, okay,"

"What other bands are competing?" Jasper inquired before giving Bryce his pacifier.

"The usual people. Lessee…uh, Evanescence, Paramore, Linkin Park…what the fuck is Ke$ha doing here? Uh…anyway, Green Day, the Harley Quinns…"

"Who do they have for the first round?" Edward's sudden interest surprised me as his arm pulled back abruptly and he leaned over Rosalie's laptop to see.

"Muse," Emmett replied, pointing to the lower left part of the screen. "They were being crushed last time I checked,"

"Who was? Muse or the Harley Quinns?" Edward demanded.

"Muse. Their situation's a lot like ours, actually. The Harley Quinns have a pretty strong fan base, too,"

"Huh," Edward huffed a little angrily in response. His arm was back to its place around me. I turned to him with an asking expression.

"What's up with you?" I asked him.

"Nothing," he muttered in reply, pulling me closer to his side.

My eyes narrowed as I rested my head on his shoulder. If I didn't know any better, he was getting his panties in a bunch because of…

"Wait," I looked at him again. "This isn't about James, is it?"

"What?" he snorted a little too loudly to be convincing. "No. What has he got to do with this?"

"The Harley Quinns? That's his band, remember?"

"I guess it is," he shrugged.

I sighed and just let it go.

Our flight arrived eventually and we flew for hours back to Tel Aviv where we had a show to make up for.

The plane landed at around six in the morning but that didn't mean we were left alone. As per usual, there were some fans and photographers around, just waiting to catch a glimpse of New Moon. We just ignored them, got our luggage and got into our rented van before driving off.

"Where are we going?" I asked. The landscape we were passing wasn't the metropolis where the hotels we were staying in were usually located but it was looking more like a residential area.

"Emmett's grandmother's place," Rosalie answered me from the passenger seat. She was retouching her make-up via the side car mirror. "She insisted that we spend one night at her house,"

"Ah," I replied as she stared at her reflection contemplatively as if trying to decipher a puzzle.

"Bella, can I borrow some of your eyeliner?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You're seriously asking me for make up,"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Right. Alice?"

Alice passed her her entire cosmetics bag instead.

"What's with the sudden primping anyway?" She usually just put on some huge sunglasses and wore her hair on a ponytail when we had to face the public after hours of travelling.

"I want to make a good first impression," she said before scrunching her face and sighing. "Ugh, I look like a freakin' raccoon! Pull over at the next gas station. I can't do my make up like this,"

The driver nodded and soon, we were parked in just that as the sun began to rise in the sky.

"Babe, Gran's gonna love you no matter what you look like," Emmett tried to reassure his girlfriend but she wasn't having any.

"I still can't show up there looking like this,"Rosalie gestured to her face and hair which looked just fine to me. "Look at this bird's nest. This won't do," She slipped out of the vehicle with Alice and her bag full of beauty essentials trailing behind her.

"I will never understand that about girls," Emmett sighed, shaking his head.

"Neither will I, bro. Neither will I," I patted his shoulder.

They were in the bathroom for what seemed like hours. To pass the time, Emmett and Jasper decided to take Bryce out of the van for a walk and stretch their legs, effectively looking like a gay couple with their adopted little boy.

I giggled as I watched from behind the tinted windows. "They make a good couple, don't you think? I can see the bromance blooming,"

I laughed so more until I noticed that Edward wasn't reacting. I pulled my eyes away from our band mates to meet Edward's. His were smoldering with intensity. Before I could open my mouth to ask what was up, he swiftly pulled me onto his lap until I was straddling him then devoured my mouth with his.

I moaned and my hands automatically went up to the messy mop of bronze locks on top of his head. His long fingers gripped me tightly around the waist and pulled me closer until I came in contact with the bulge in his crotch.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed when we pulled away. "I've wanted to do that since we were on the plane,"

"Mm, I want to do so much more right now," I nibbled at his ear and rolled my hips once. Edward growled and pulled my shirt to the side so he could bite me. His soft kisses soothed the burn and were turning me on immensely.

I squeaked when one of Edward's suddenly dove into my jeans and panties and began toying with my wet sex. His fingers were quite cold and felt so good against my dripping skin. One slipped between my folds and I moaned at the sensation and began rocking my hips faster.

A jumble of incoherent sounds escaped my throat as Edward's fingers just went in and out while his thumb pressed against my clit.

"Don't stop," I pleaded as I rode his hand. "So good…"

"You like that?" he whispered right to my ear.

"Yes," I breathed.

At my response, he moved his digits faster, matching the rhythm of my hips.

Yes…that's it…just a little more…

Just then, a loud tapping at the window burst our bubble. I suddenly remembered that we were in a van and in a very public place. My face turned redder than a tomato.

"Hey, are you guys finished in there?" Jasper's voice resonated from outside. "Bryce really needs his diaper bag and I think Rose and Alice are on their way back,"

"Just a sec," Edward called as I scrambled off his lap and tried to fix my appearance. Once I was satisfied that looked…normal, we unlocked the door. Jasper immediately went for the baby blue diaper bag resting on the floor but Emmett's eyes rested suggestively on us.

"Where'd you find it?" he asked, climbing in and sitting next to Edward.

"Find what?"

"This baby's hydraulics switch,"

"Uh…I don't think this van has one,"

"Really? 'Cause I saw you testing it out earlier,"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"The van was shaking, bro," Emmett informed him. "Back and forth. Over and over again. I guessed that meant you found the missing hydraulic switch but since you said there wasn't one…I suppose you guys were doing something…else, then,"

He let out a loud guffaw at the same time another blush resurfaced as I struggled to deal with the feeling of being all hot and bothered. Luckily, the girls returned before Emmett could say anything more and the discussion was swerved towards Grandma McCarty.

Half an hour of driving later, we reached the gates of a simple two story house with a wide yard and what looks like a swimming pool at the back. What makes it stand out from the rest of the houses that surround it was the fact that it was painted in a hot pink color and had more ornamental flamingos than any lot I've seen.

As soon as we were parked, a tiny old lady came running out of the front door.

"Emmett! Is that you?" she called out in a surprisingly loud voice.

"Gran!" Emmett dashed to the front porch and enveloped the lady in a bone crushing hug. I started getting concerned for the fragile looking lady but when I saw her arms come around Emmett's huge frame and start crushing him back, I figured she was fine.

"You're getting soft, boy," she scolded as she gave Emmett the once over when they pulled away.

"I haven't really had time to visit the gym lately," Emmett admitted as he patted his abs. He still had really bulky muscles, though. If he still had that kind of body without working out, I couldn't even imagine what he looked like if he did on a regular basis.

"I'm sure you've been busy," the lady allowed before looking over to us. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?"

"Right," Emmett nodded and gestured for us to come closer. "Guys, this is – "

"Gertrudess McCarty," she held her hand out for each of us to shake. "But just call me Gran. I know my name's a mouthful." A very Emmett-ish laugh escaped her mouth.

"Hi, Mrs. McCarty. I'm Rosalie Hale," Rose ignored her earlier request and plastered on her sweetest smile.

"Ah yes. You're the one my boy's been screwing," Gran replied with a casual tone. She gave Rose a quick head-to-toe inspection while Rosalie's cheeks reddened.

"Nice body," she commented before elbowing his grandson. "You did good, boy,"

"Um…we…"

"No need to explain to me, sweetheart. I know Emmett hasn't been abstinent all these years. He hasn't been since he was fourteen. I'm just happy he had the good sense to find a pretty young thing such as yourself. You should've seen the girls he's brought home before," she shuddered before opening the front door. "Come inside. I have breakfast waiting. Drew can get the bags,"

"Drew's still alive?" Emmett asked as we walked into her airy home. While outside was pink, inside was a soft yellow with pristine marble floors. "He was still around when I was like, ten,"

"Of course he is," Gran scoffed. "The man's just seventy two for god's sake. Now sit, sit and help yourselves." She gestured to the feast for a thousand laid out.

We spent the rest of the morning chatting and eating. Gran had a lot of childhood stories of Emmett that even hewas embarrassed about. To add more to the humiliation, she got out photo albums and pointed to pictures that made me literally made me roll on the floor from laughter.

"Look at that little wiener," she pointed to five year old Emmett. He was standing naked in an inflatable pool while holding his tiny penis and smiling so largely you could see the black spots where his teeth used to be.

"I hope it's grown by now," she added seriously. "I doubt something that small could ever pleasure a woman,"

"Trust me, nothing about Emmett is small," Rosalie declared before realizing what she just said.

Gran laughed. "Of course, youwould know,"

The rest of the day was really care-free. We explored the rest of the house, spent some time in the pool and had a contest as to who could knock over the most flamingos in five seconds or less.

At around nine o'clock that night, things were winding down and the exhaustion from travelling for more than ten hours became more apparent in all of us.

"You kids aren't going out tonight?" Gran asked as she touched up her make-up in front of the mirror by the foyer.

"Nah, we're actually pretty beat. Besides, we have a kid to take care of," Emmett gestured to a sleeping Bryce resting in Alice's arms. "Are yougoing out?"

It looked like she was. She had on a sparkly dress, heels that I could never walk in even if I tried and her hair was done in some sort of elaborate design.

"Of course! I'm not getting any younger, you know and there's a lot of fresh meat out there just waiting for a hot sugar mama to come pick them up," she grabbed her purse after one final look at herself. "I'm off to the club. Drew's around if you need anything,"

The door front door shut and Emmett groaned. "Dude, that was way too disturbing for words. Imagine your grandma…getting it on with some dude…" he cringed and shivered at the same time.

"Well, in an attempt to get that…really weird picture out of my head, I'm going to bed," Edward stood up and stretched before holding his hand out for me. "Bella?"

"Yeah, I'll go," I placed my hand in his and he gripped it tightly.

We walked together towards the guest room we were sharing on the second floor and started to prepare for bed.

"Do you mind if I move this?" Edward asked, gesturing to the guitar case placed against the wall.

"Not at all," I pulled my shirt over my head and quickly replaced it for the one meant for sleeping. Though Edward had seen me in much less, I was still very self conscious.

"I'll just place it over he – oh shit!"

I turned around quickly to see that the handle had broken off and the case itself was forcibly opened on the floor. Thank god the guitar that was in that thing was currently resting on the wicker chair near the window.

"Sorry," Edward apologized. He was on his knees, picking up the papers that had escaped during the whole thing.

"It's okay," I said. "That thing was old anyway. I'm just glad it didn't give way while my guitar was still in it," I was on my knees and quickly gathering the papers now too.

"What are these, anyway?" Without waiting for my response, he unfolded one sheet and read. "Fan mail. Why do you keep it in your guitar case?"

Why didI keep it in my guitar case? The only time I could remember doing that was during that concert months ago…

Oh shit.

These are the ones with all the manips and the drawings and the –

I didn't even give myself time to finish that thought. With cheeks ablazed, I scampered to collect any piece of paper I set my eyes on before Edward could.

Letter, letter, more letters…where the hell are those pictures?

"Nice. They sent in drawings,"

Nein!

"How come you never showed these to me before? These are really…" his words trailed off as he looked at the illustrations. I bit my lip as I awaited his reaction but all he remained silent.

"Um…" I tried to think of some good reason. "Well…the…subject of that material isn't exactly – "

I was cut off suddenly by Edward's lips on mine. The kiss was dripping with passion and was completely…raw. His tongue entered my mouth and I whimpered as his hands were suddenly everywhere.

"Edward," I panted when his savage kisses drifted to my neck and began biting the skin there, almost like a vampire biting his victim.

"You've been hiding some very naughty things from me, Bella." Lord above. His tone turned all husky and was making me unbelievably turned on. "Why didn't you show them to me? Did you think I wouldn't like them?"

His arms supported my body and quickly tossed me onto the bed before he came down on top of me. He nibbled on my collar bone as his hands toyed with the hem of my shirt.

"Uh…" I was losing coherency fast. "Do you…uh…like them?"

"Mm, I love them," he licked the shell of my ear before bringing my hands above my head and pulling my shirt off. "But I'll love them even more when I they become a reality,"

My pants and underwear were suddenly on the floor together with his clothing before I could register what was happening. He pleasured me with his mouth again before he rubbed himself on me

"Edward…"

"Tell me what you want, Bella," he asked again. His breathing was getting shallower and he was gripping the sheets so tightly, his knuckles were white.

"I want you…inside me,"

The actions stopped immediately.

"Bella…are you sure?" I opened my eyes to see Edward looking straight at me.

I nodded, completely serious.

When he still looked a little hesitant, I placed my hands on either side of his face. "Edward, please. I've never been surer of anything in my life. I love you. I want you. Right now,"

He was silent and motionless for what seemed like forever before he planted a sweet kiss on my lips. "Okay…but if anything hurts or if you want me to stop, just say the word, alright?"

I let out a sigh of relief that he wasn't rejecting and eagerly agreed.

"Um…I don't have a condom with me," he confessed.

"It's okay. I'm on the pill," Though that didn't guarantee any protection from diseases, I trusted Edward.

"Okay," he said again. He took a deep breath and very slowly began to push into me.

His breathing became more ragged as more of his length entered me. When I felt him reach the barrier inside me, my breathing hitched and he stopped moving completely.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

This was it. I was going to lose my virginity.

With a gentle push, he broke my hymen and a whimper of pain escaped my throat. I could feel him tense up at the sound and I immediately got to reassuring him.

"No, no, keep going. It doesn't hurt that much," I told him though it was a complete lie. The feeling was comparable to when I had the motorcycle accident as a teenager that almost cost me my leg. But I wasn't going to let Edward know that. If he knew how uncomfortable I was, he'd stop immediately then get all annoyingly emo for hurting me. Then we'd probably never have sex ever again and I wasn't having that.

Edward grunted and began to rhythmically thrust in and out of me. He buried his face in my neck and let out feral sounds against the skin as his hips moved faster and faster.

"I can't… Bella…you're too tight…too much…"

"Too good…I can't…Bella I'm going to…" he growled loudly then collapsed completely. I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. We did it. It happened.

I, Isabella Swan, am no longer a virgin.

Wow, this is…monumental. Despite the hurt I had to endure earlier, I was happy about what transpired. Edward and I finally had sex. Given, it was nothing like some of those fanfics I've read described – completely blissful, pleasurable and flawless – it was still perfect for me. We were joined in a truer sense now.

I ran my nails through the hair in the nape of Edward's neck lovingly while I dwelled some more on my thoughts. We were like that for what seemed like a long time before Edward came back to life and supported his weight on his elbows so he could look at me.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," I pulled his head down for another sweet kiss.

"Let's get to sleep. You must be exhausted," he got up and arranged us so that we were under the covers and holding each other tightly. It didn't take five seconds for me to fall asleep.

The next morning, we woke to someone pounding at the door.

"Edward! Bella! Are you even in there? Wake up and get dressed! You have an interview in an hour!" Rosalie yelled from outside.

"Shit," Edward and I shot out of bed as quickly as we could. He went straight to pulling on some boxer briefs and jeans but a strange soreness between my legs stopped me from even making it to my bag.

"You okay?" Edward came closer when he realized that I hadn't moved from my spot by the foot of the bed. "Are you sore?"

"Yeah," I responded. My eyebrows scrunched up and I tried to relax. "But it's okay. Nothing I can't handle. Go ahead and get dressed,"

"I am so sorry," he apologized. "I was too rough, wasn't I? I'm such a – "

"Stop it," I placed my palm against his cheek. "You weren't rough, you were perfect. Itwas perfect. Don't worry about me. I think it's supposedto hurt down there the morning after you lose your virginity,"

He chuckled quietly and kissed my temple. "Yeah, I guess it is,"

I didn't have time for a shower anymore so I just threw on the first articles of clothing my hands touched. My Chucks were still untied as I stumbled downstairs to the kitchen where everyone else was already waiting.

"Morning," Emmett greeted without looking up from his laptop screen. I looked over and saw that he was on the MTV website, still voting for New Moon. We were already in the second round and were facing off against Coheed and Cambria.

"Morning," I replied. I sat on the chair next to his and began tying my shoes. I was about to reach over to the muffin basket when Emmett suddenly gasped.

"Oh my god, you totally did it!" he yelled.

"What?" I turned to him quickly.

"You totally had sex last night! Oh my god!" he repeated. "Tell me everything!"

"You're right! They so did!" Alice squealed then sat next to me. "Look at her! Sex hair and everything!"

"This is…really awkward," I told them both but they were still looking at me eagerly. I looked over at Edward for some back up but he just looked at panicked as I was. Jasper was next to him and was looking at the two of us with an amused expression.

"Was it good? How was the foreplay?"

"Did you wear the gift Rosie and me gave you?"

"What the…how do you even – "

"Bella, aside from looking like you just got laid, you even smelllike sex," Emmett grinned cockily. "Besides it's easy to see when you have a good eye like mine,"

I breathed a sigh of relief when Bryce began wailing from his high chair and Gran emerged from the garden, asking Emmett to help her move something before we left.

After quickly packing our bags and loading them back to the van, we said our goodbyes and took off.

Thankfully, the two of them never had the chance to ask me about last night again since we were thrust into interviews and press work for the rest of the day. That, however, didn't stop Edward from touching me inappropriately under tables or quickly leaving kisses whenever no one was looking.

By the time we checked into our hotel, I was ready to jump his bones.

We had sex again that night after more assurances that I wasn't too sore anymore. The experience was just as perfect as our first time, but was far more pleasurable for me. I couldn't even count the number of orgasms Big Eddie pulled from me.

We stopped and finally collapsed onto the bed at around four thirty in the morning but I had a feeling that that wouldn't be the last time we were going to enjoy each other.