Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga and all respective characters, names and related details are the property of Stephenie Meyer, Little Brown publishers and Summit Entertainment. The rest are just the twisted ramblings of my dark and warped brain.

Warning: There might be just a hint of lime in this for you…

Approx: 13 Pages/ 5,303 Words

CHAPTER 38: WELCOME TO THE EMERALD CITY

Edward and I arrived at the Hale's house twenty seven minutes late.

"Wow, you guys are cutting it close!" Ali sighed as we wandered down into the basement with smug smiles on our faces. I couldn't help but notice the way his fingers touched upon the dip in my back as he guided me down the stairs. My smile broadened at our little secret, as did his in response.

"Sorry Ali. I needed to…um…properly thank my boyfriend…on behalf of the band, of course."

We entered the room to find Jasper sitting on the couch with his hands over his eyes. "Is it safe? Are they dressed, for once?"

"For the record, we were in Bella's room when you all decided to stop by this morning. Sorry if I've given you an inferiority complex." Edward smirked.

Alice wandered behind the couch, wrapping her arms around Jasper defensively. "Oh, trust me Edward…my baby has nothing to feel inferior about." She kissed him on the cheek.

"That's right darlin', you tell 'em!" Jasper egged her on.

"Okay! Ew! Gross! That's my brother you're talking about!" Rosie gagged.

Emmet puffed out his chest as he wound his arm around Rosie's waist. "Aren't you going to brag about your man, baby?"

Ro looked aghast. "Emmet, Edward's already made his stand. Who am I to attempt to compare your twinkie to his foot long?" Em pouted as the rest of us burst out laughing.

"So, what's the game plan for tonight?" Emmet prompted to hide his inability to think of a good come back.

"Alice, were you able to get out of work?" I asked.

She placed the back of her hand against her forehead dramatically. "Oh, I feel sick! Cough, cough. It may be contagious. I shall have to call out of work for the night." She droned on in melodramatic, bad actress fashion. She feigned passing out on the couch, as she sprawled out across Jasper's lap.

"Oh no! I shall have to give her mouth to mouth!" He chimed in badly before kissing her and squeezing her boob.

She blushed and smacked his hand away. "Jasper! What are you doing?"

He cocked an eyebrow, pulling his lips up into a lopsided grin. "C.P.R.?" She shoved against his chest, laughing as she stood up.

"Man, I was naked in bed with my girlfriend and I still managed not to manhandle her in front of company, Jasper." Edward teased.

"Yeah, but if your girl were as hot as mine, you wouldn't have been able to resist." Jazz shot back.

I huffed indignantly. Edward pulled me possessively to his side. "I have too much respect for Bella and Alice to argue that point." Edward placed a chaste kiss upon my cheek.

"Oh! He's playing the gentlemen card! You just got burned, Jazz. NO ONE can beat the gentlemen card!" Emmet roared.

Jazz bowed his head in respect. "Touché Edward. I admit defeat…until next time." He quirked.

Edward dropped down into one of the bean bag chairs, pulling me down with him and tucking me into his side while the others settled onto the couch.

We spent the morning popping out different questions that the reporters might possibly ask, and then attempting to work out the best answers. It was decided that Edward would be included in the press conference to field any questions directly related to Bree. This would ensure that only accurate information was released and nothing would be said that was against her family's wishes.

Esme wandered out of her home office around one thirty to find six ravenous young adults raiding her kitchen. "Dear God, you're like Gremlins – you keep multiplying!" She joked, roughing up Jazz's thick blonde hair.

I grabbed Edward's hand and pulled him over eagerly. "Momma Hale, this is my boyfriend Edward. Edward, this is Jasper and Rosalie's mom – and for all intensive purposes, my adoptive mother – Esme Hale."

He extended his hand to her politely. "I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hale." Everyone started laughing.

"Mrs. Hale…" Emmet mocked formally.

Esme smacked Edward's hand away, going in for a hug instead. "We don't shake hands here, Edward. We're huggers. And please feel free to call me Esme or Momma Hale so these nincompoops don't give you a hard time for having manners." She shot my friends a warning look and they quieted down to muted snickers. "Now, you keep our Bella happy and we're sure to be great friends."

He nodded his head and smiled. "That'll be my pleasure, Momma Hale."

Esme fixed us all coffee as everyone took turns bragging on Edward.

He kept his head down, attempting to hide the blush of his embarrassment as we went on and on. I probably should have told my friends to drop it because it was making him uncomfortable, but I was too busy gushing with pride myself.

"That's quite a feat you've accomplished, Edward." Esme admired. "Carlisle has wanted desperately to help them along, but he's had trouble juggling his profession with managing the band. They could use someone like you to really push them along."

Edward shook his head. "Oh no! I couldn't do that. I don't know the first thing about managing a band and besides, this is their baby, I wouldn't want to step on any toes…"

"Are you kidding me?" Ali admonished. "You've single-handedly accomplished more in a week than we've accomplished collectively in two years!"

"You do seem to have a head for business, Edward. You took what we all saw as a dramatic failure-" Jasper nodded at me, "-sorry Bella-", and turned back to Edward, "-and turned it into an epic opportunity. That's a work of genius."

Edward looked at me, plainly flabbergasted. Once again, my need to make him happy conflicted with my own selfish desires because the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of Edward managing us. He was intelligent and savvy and creative. He could help us write songs and we could work together. More than anything, I liked the idea of having him be a pertinent part of my little gang. It was just another way to tie him into my life.

I tried to be as diplomatic as possible. "Edward, they have a good point. You have natural leadership, business and creative talent that we really need. Plus, you've learned a lot about law by working with Phil, so you have that on your side. But none of us…" I stressed this with a poignant look around the room, "…want to pressure you in to doing something your not comfortable doing. So, just think about it. You haven't decided when you were returning to the office with Phil yet, so at least this gives you another option to consider."

He rubbed his hand over my hip absentmindedly, contemplating.

Esme patted his shoulder in a motherly way. "You should talk to Carlisle about it, if you're interested. He could tell you about what it entails and what you should expect if you decide to do it."

"Thank you, Esme. I appreciate your confidence in me."

She smiled with a nod. "You're quite welcome, Edward. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should go back off to the dungeon to toil on my designs. This client is what you all would call a real bitch." Esme never cussed, so her use of the term had us all giggling like school children.

Alice insisted that Edward wear something that complimented the band, just in case the reporters wanted pictures, so he wandered off with the guys to raid Jazz's wardrobe while Ali and Ro kidnapped me for hair and make-up.

The girls were going for pink and black today. Rosie curled my hair and gave it some height like a subdued tribute to the eighties. Ali surprised me with a black bra and panty set with a matching garter belt. I had never used a garter belt before, so she helped me set them up with a pair of thigh high black fishnets. I slipped into the leather mini-skirt, a silver chain hanging crookedly off of my hips. She finished the outfit off with a pink, lace, see-through top and sexy pair of black sling backs with a small pink bow.

With everything that had been going on, it had been a while since I had truly felt like a rock star.

It felt good.

Ali slipped into a black and pink checkered dress that was strapless, short and formfitting. She spiked her hair sharper than normal, using pink hair spray to tint the ends. Rosie was in pink pumps with tight, black leather pants and a neon pink halter top that revealed her pierced midsection.

We wandered down the stairway giddily to meet up with the guys in the living room. They stood up as we stepped into view, Emmet whistling appreciatively.

My heart stopped.

They had slicked Edward's hair back in an attempt to tame it, and he was in black jeans that hugged his long, lean legs and accentuated his tight ass. The charcoal gray shirt was tighter than he usually wore, gripping tightly to his biceps and clinging to his god-like body like a second skin. He borrowed a bad-ass pair of black boots that made me imagine that there was a Harley outside waiting for him to hop on.

Holy fuck, there go my new panties!

His eyes wandered over my outfit as well, lingering a little longer on the garter belt that peeked out from beneath my skirt. It reminded me of that first time in the bar, how I had been so incredibly conscious of the way his piercing green eyes had raked over my body. It was tantalizing to feel him that way without even touching.

Emmet ruined the moment by waving his hands in front of his face. "Dude, please do not get a boner tonight because those pants won't shield us from a damn thing."

Jasper threw his hands over his face crying out "My eyes! My eyes!"

I tried to laugh away the tension I was feeling, but it didn't work.

"Okay - girls in my Porsche and guys in the Jeep!" Ali bellowed to the best of her fairy abilities.

"Why?" Edward and I whined in unison.

"Dear God, they're in that mushy, we-can't-be-apart-for-two-seconds phase of the relationship." Rosie groaned.

"Because we need some time to catch up on girl talk-" Ali explained.

"That means they're going to talk about your skills in the sack." Emmet translated for Edward.

Al turned her dark glare on him before continuing. "-And because, as Emmet has so graciously pointed out, Edward appears to like your outfit and he can not afford to be so…um…appreciative in front of the reporters."

Edward ran his fingers through his hair tensely, bringing back the disarray that I had grown to love.

"Okay, people! Let's move out!" The tiny dictator ordered as she marched for the door.

Edward and I hung back, letting the others go out ahead of us. "You are so wearing that outfit into the bedroom tonight." I whispered as we walked out together.

"Are you kidding me? I plan to tear that thing off of you with my teeth." He growled back.

Yep, these panties are most thoroughly ruined.

I smacked him on his plump little ass. "I look forward to seeing you later then, Tiger."

His eyes burned as I glanced down at his crotch.

Oh yeah, I definitely have to watch what I say and do in front of the reporters. Can't have Mr. Orgasmo showing up in the pictures while he talks about his deceased wife. That would just be so incredibly wrong.

Once inside the car, the girls immediately started pumping me about my relationship with Edward, just as Emmet had predicted. I hadn't realized how long it had been since we'd really had time to just talk. Come to think of it, I believe the last girl's night we had was that night Edward and I had phone sex.

Could it really have been over two weeks ago?

"Soooo, I didn't want to give Jasper a complex or anything, but having seen Edward in those jeans…Holy hot damn, Bella!" Alice chirped excitedly.

I beamed with pride whilst the monster stirred in the corner of my mind, popping one eye open warily.

"So, is he your Wizard of Oz fantasy come true or what Dorothy?" Rosie chimed from behind the steering wheel. Ali had let her drive so that she could focus on studying the subtle nuances of my expressions as we talked.

"You have no idea…" I sighed, "Orgasms, magical dick, heart of gold and all."

"What's he like?" Ali pried.

"He's wonderful, Ali! He's smart and creative and so incredibly giving and selfless-"

Al interrupted me. "Not that!"

I furrowed my brows in confusion before Rosie clarified from the driver's seat. "What our little pixie friend here is trying to ask is if he fucks like an animal?"

Alice and I both gawked at her from the back seat. "Rosie!"

She shrugged passively. "What? It's not like we've never talked about our sex lives before."

"Correction, you talk about your sex life, Rosalie. Whenever I try to talk about my sex life, you start gagging, plug your ears and sing at the top of your lungs." Alice whined.

"Well he's my brother, Alice! What do you expect? That's just gross." She grimaced, shaking her head back and forth in disgust.

"I've never talked about the details of my sex life before. For one, there was never anything to talk about with James and you guys never wanted the details of Project Orgasm."

Alice pouted. "So…talk about it now! C'mon, give us the details!" Her eyes sparkled wickedly. "Is he all candle light and soft music and romance?" She sighed dreamily.

I could see Ro smirk in the rearview mirror. "Are you kidding me? With his whole polite, gentleman act, I bet he's a freak in the bed! Am I right? Probably neighing like a horse while he rides you doggie style?"

"Fuck." I muttered, hiding my beet red face in my hands.

Why am I getting so embarrassed? I'd gotten over this shyness after I left James – I had readily embraced my sexuality without humility or shame. So why can't I gossip with the girls?

Because this isn't any one night stand and because the sex is never just sex with him.

"He's amazing. Sometimes…sometimes he's soft and sweet and tender. He's usually very, very generous – he almost always tends to my needs before his own. The first time we made love was during a thunderstorm, under a gazebo by a lake. It was the most spiritual thing I've ever experienced." Ali's doe eyes widened, reminding me of a Precious Moment's character.

"That is so romantic!" She sighed.

"Other times…it's this carnal need. He's like an animal – rough and demanding. Then there are times when he's playful and flirty and teasing. It's like he is whoever I need him to be at the time. He's just…he's extraordinary."

It was silent for a moment as my words sunk in.

"Wow sweetie…" Ali whispered in awe, "…you've got it bad."

"Damn, Dorothy…looks like you should patent those ruby slippers! We could make a fucking fortune!"

We pulled into the parking lot just as the day was beginning to fade. The tension I had been feeling had dissipated in the jovial, relaxed atmosphere of the Porsche, but one glimpse of Edward – now in a black leather jacket – jumping lithely out of the back of the Jeep and my panties were dripping once again.

He moved like a damn panther! How can a man that tall and muscular move so agile and graceful?

I imagined him stalking toward me, attacking me like his prey and I literally swooned.

I thought women only did that shit in classic movies?

He laughed lightheartedly with the guys until he caught the way I was looking at him.

Holy shit, they're right. I can see his every reaction in those damn jeans.

Not helping! Look away.

Dear God, I can't! Look at that! Look at the way he's hardening just by me looking at him!

"Bella!" Alice harped in my ear. "Jesus, would you please put your eyeballs back in their sockets! You've seen the man naked already – how can this possibly be that irresistible?

I don't know…BUT IT IS!

One look at my face and Ali knew it was a lost cause. "Okay, I'm taking you inside." She called out to the guys who were still about twenty feet away from us. "Boys? Would you please take Edward for a walk around the block or something? Feel free to hose him down if need be."

Christ! Wet Edward? Soaking? Those drenched clothes possibly clinging even tighter to his remarkable body?

"Ugh!" I moaned, a pitiful, pleading look at Alice.

Her tiny face grew stern. "No Bella." As if she was correcting a puppy. "If you two are good and get through this night without embarrassing us or yourselves, I will spend the night with Jazz and you to can go at it like bunnies all over the apartment. But for now, you need to get your mind in the game. You're here for us tonight, remember? You promised."

The reminder was sobering, as was the promise of my potential reward for good behavior. I bowed my head, ashamed of my silly behavior. "You're right, Alice. I'm sorry. I'll be good."

She perked up immediately, skipping towards the bar. I yelled out to her, "But if I make it through this night, I'm holding you to your promise!"

My mind wandered…Edward taking me over the couch….on the kitchen counter…the dining room table…

This was going to be a long, frustrating evening.

Aro had set up two long folding tables across the stage, complete with seven folding chairs facing towards the audience. Although we had arrived early, various technicians from the media had already started setting up their own microphones along the edge of the table.

This is bigger than I imagined.

I was suddenly a ball of nerves.

"This is so exciting!" Ali squealed privately to us. She latched on to our hands. "Just think, all of these people are here for us!"

She wasn't helping.

Sure, I could sing and dance in front of a live audience. And yes, I had worked with the band to record cd's. But I couldn't hide behind the rock star façade here. This set up didn't allow for over the top theatrics, nor was there any rehearsal, memorization or second takes. Everything I said and did was about to be recorded, dissected and spewed back out without my having any control over it.

"Shit Alice! She's hyperventilating again!" Rosie warned.

"Let's get her into the dressing room before anyone else sees!" They dragged me back stage quickly, settling me down onto our little sofa as I gasped for air.

Ali sat down beside me with her hand on my knee as she repeated what Jasper had done for me previously. Ro dialed Em on her cell phone.

"Breathe in through your nose, Bella…"

"Babe, we need Jasper."

"…and out through your mouth…"

"I think Bella's having a panic attack."

"…in through your nose…"

"I don't know, Emmet! She's breathing funny and turning blue!" The panic in Rosie's voice made my chest squeeze even tighter.

"Bella! Ignore her and focus on my voice! Now breathe slowly out through your mouth…"

My lips were starting to tingle. Holy fuck – it's not working! My head was spinning.

"Bella?" Edward barged into the room, swiftly sliding into the seat on my other side and pulling me up into his lap. He held my head against his chest, my ear over his frantic heart. "Match my heartbeat, baby. We'll slow it down together. Just feel the beat."

…Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum…

"Good, now listen to my voice, Bella." Jasper oozed serenely, having replaced Alice by my side. "Take a deep breath in through your nose…"

…Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum…

"…and let it go slowly out through your mouth…"

…Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum…

"…deeply in through your nose…"

…Ba-bum…Ba-bum …

"…and out through your mouth…"

…Ba-bum…Ba-bum …

"…in…"

…Ba-bum…

"…and out…"

…Ba-bum…

Finally, my chest stopped aching as I regained my self control.

Edward rubbed his hand up and down over my arm. "What's the matter, baby? What happened?"

I looked up into his face, green eyes filled with worry and love.

"I can't do this. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I mess it all up again?"

Ali kneeled beside me on the floor, slipping her hand into mine.

"Bella, there's nothing to be worried about." Edward caressed my cheek. "First of all, you're going to be wonderful. They came here because they are impressed by what you did. Don't you get it? They're already your fans. All you have to do is be yourself and they won't be able to stop themselves from falling in love with you."

"Besides, Bella." Ali continued. "You're not in this alone. With Edward and Aro, there will be seven of us up there. You'll hardly have a chance to get a word in edgewise."

"And with my Rosie rocking this outfit, they'll hardly be looking at you anyway!" Emmet teased, coming up behind Rosalie to wrap his arms around her naked midsection.

He was a pain in the ass, but he always knew how to make me laugh when I needed it most.

Edward tilted my head so that I was looking back into his eyes. "Better?"

I drew in another cleansing breath. "Better."

"Good." He kissed me quickly. "Now, if you don't mind, I think you should get off my lap because this outfit it becoming quite distracting and I need to be able to walk out there in a few minutes." He gave me that crooked little grin and I immediately felt the same.

I headed out onto the stage with the band while Aro snuck into the dressing room to work out some last minute details with Edward. Ali arranged the seating how she saw best, which kept me as far away from Edward as possible, lest I be distracted in front of the cameras. Instead, she placed me on one end of the table beside a seat reserved for Aro, and assigned Jasper the seat beside me to help keep me calm. I didn't argue – for the sake of public appearance, we had to maintain the façade that Edward was Bree's widow. It wouldn't be prudent for me to rely on his look and touch to calm my nerves right now.

Instead, I relied on the fact that I was surrounded by people who loved and cared for me, even though I broke down on a regular basis. No matter what, we'd get through this together.

There were far more reporters than I expected. There were two associates from different online news sources; one from and another from . Most impressively were the numerous reporters who traveled out from Seattle – most notably reporters from The Stranger and King5 News. There were at least four other reporters from sources I had never even heard of before. If I hadn't been so nervous, I would have been jumping for joy that our publicity was going to be so wide spread.

A couple of minutes later, Aro slipped into the end seat beside me as Edward took his seat at the opposite end.

And so began the public version of our story.

I hadn't realized it, but Edward brought props to further illustrate our dedication to our number one fan. As he talked about the night at the Battle of the Bands, he passed around a copy of the picture with our band squeezed all around the ecstatic brunette. When the reporters asked how we became involved in Bree's death, Edward explained how he had come to get her cd signed, and passed around the little jewel case with all of our signatures.

He explained how I had personally come to deliver the signed cd with a bouquet of flowers, and went on to detail how I had spent many days beside her bedside – even going as far as to cook and bring them food.

Without the back story – without knowing that I had fallen madly in love with the dying woman's husband – I could see how the picture he painted would work in our favor.

The more he described me to be this generous, selfless savior, the more I felt like a fraud. I was none of those things. I had been a horny, desperate woman who had taken advantage of a guy during his weakest moment.

His story was so far removed from the truth that it would be comical, if it wasn't so sickening.

I bit my tongue and let him tell the story only because I knew that he believed every word he said and because the band needed this. But the more he sang my praises, the more I loathed myself for not being that girl.

I kept my mouth shut, afraid that I would betray the pretty picture if I attempted to speak. Instead, I let everyone else respond to the multitude of questions that were asked. It wasn't until one blonde aimed her question directly at me that I risked speaking. Thankfully, it was an easy question that I was more than glad to answer.

"What made you choose to go visit Mrs. Cullen? I mean, what did you have to gain from this experience, Miss Swan?"

She was clearly trying to insinuate that it was a publicity stunt, but I didn't mind because I knew the truth, and I would communicate that truth to the very best of my ability.

"I chose to visit Bree because of her husband. The depth of his love and sorrow moved me. He gave me the opportunity to do something, no matter how very small, to improve her circumstances and I was driven to do whatever it was in my power to do. It felt like we were kindred spirits.

"As any artist will tell you, I'm sure, our music is very important to us. When you find someone who cherishes the time, heart and soul you've put into your work, there's an instant connection. I went that first day wanting a chance to establish that connection in person.

"However, her family was confident that my presence was beneficial to her. They cited the subtle improvement in her statistics when I was in the room. Their faith made me want to believe.

"What I had to gain from the experience far supersedes what I gave. You see, Bree gave me a new appreciation for how precious and short life is and in the short time that I knew her and got to hear stories about her life, I came to think of her as my friend. Mr. and Mrs. Tanner taught me to be optimistic, warm, kind and understanding, even in the darkest of times. And Mr. Cullen has taught me the overwhelming power of love, friendship and sacrifice. I didn't believe any of that was possible until I saw the things he went out of his way to do for Bree. These extraordinary people, along with my band mates, have taught me that there is much more to life. So you see, the real story here is not at all what I did for them, but what they did for me."

As I told my side of the story, I had forgotten the microphones and tape recorders and flashing lights. I was pleased by how true the words rang in my ears, and although I doubted that they would listen, I had done the best I could to give credit where it was rightfully due.

Satisfied with my response, they went into a few more band related questions, asking about our songs and inspiration, who established our look, how long we'd been together and our plans for the future. Jasper informed the press that we had four record labels that had expressed an interest in signing us and that we would be arranging a follow up performance with them soon.

With the bar opening in only a half an hour, Aro took one last question before thanking everyone and telling them that he hoped they would all stick around for drinks, promising the first one on the house.

Emmet was interested in sticking around for a while, until he learned that the offer for a free drink was not extended to those of us not with the media. Meanwhile, I convinced Ali and Rose that there was no way in hell I would be able to drink and still refrain from ripping Edward's clothes off. With that thought in their minds, they convinced the guys that we needed to go.

Ali enforced the gender segregation once again on the way home. Not wanting to ruin my chances for a night alone with Edward, I pouted and stomped off to the Porsche instead of arguing with her. I climbed into the back seat in a huff. Ali slipped behind the driver's seat a moment later with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"You'll thank me later, you know?" She asked as Rosie took the passenger seat.

"Thank you for what?" Ro inquired.

"She's throwing a hissy fit because I wouldn't let her ride with Edward on the way home." Ali explained with a smirk.

"I'm throwing a hissy fit because you're doing it just to be spiteful. At least before, you had a good reason." I whined.

Ali chuckled darkly. "Oh, Bella…I have a very good reason…you just don't see it yet."

I was not amused. "Well then, Yoda, why don't you share your wisdom with me?"

"Rosalie, do you care to explain to our newly-in-love friend what happens the first time you are forced to spend any length of time away from your boyfriend?" Al's smile broadened as she stared ahead at the road, only sparing a quick glance at me in the rear view mirror.

Ro clapped her hands excitedly, spinning around in the seat to look at me over the head rest. "Oh! This is gonna be great! Okay, you know how you've wanted to rip his clothes off of him since you first saw him in the living room?"

"Duh!" I responded. "Get to the point." I was getting terribly frustrated.

"Well, Dorothy, judging by your bitch factor, I'm going to venture to say that the frustration has only gotten worse for you in the past three hours." She grinned sadistically.

"No shit, Sherlock." I stabbed. Okay, maybe I was over playing the bitch card, but you can only walk around in wet panties for so long before you go stark-raving mad.

"So how do you think that's going for him?" She cocked her eyebrow, willing me to follow along.

If he's as bad as I am, he's struggling with a major hard on right now in a skin tight pair of jeans, riding down a bumpy road in a Jeep with a couple of knuckle heads.

Holy Shit! He must be going crazy!

Ali caught the light bulb going off over my head in the rearview mirror. "Aaaaah, she finally gets it!"

Rosie continued. "When he finally gets his hands on you, the man you thought you knew will be a sex-crazed beast and, I promise you, the sex will be life changing."

"Not helping, Rose!" I gritted through my teeth, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

She shrugged, turning back around to face the front. "Just telling you how it is, Dorothy. Welcome to the Emerald City."

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