I know it's been awhile since I've updated. No excuses, which is why I wanted to post a part 1 just to keep her going towards the finish line.

I do not own Twilight and barely proofread this so pls forgive typos.

xo


I drag the chalkboard onto the sidewalk and squat down in front of it wearing black stretchy jeans and a skin tight black tank top. Probably not the wisest wardrobe choice today but this outfit always gets me a shitload of tips. It pushes my boobs up and makes them look all super bouncy, and it's definitely gonna work tonight cuz it took three attempts to finally get past Edward and out the door this morning. He's back to his old self and all hands. I couldn't be happier to have to fight his insatiable ass off every minute of the day.

The last trip to the doctor gave him a clean bill of health and one last refill on his pain meds for any residual spasms near the site of the wound, but he won't use them. The last bottle with three refills is just sitting in the medicine cabinet. He's so sexily stubborn sometimes.

Wiping the sweat from my brow and peeling the ponytail from the back of my neck, I erase last weeks saying, Let's have a cuddle party with your liver, and replace it with this weeks offering, Sexist special. Very fitting in my opinion. Emmett's been particularly annoying this past week with his whole, "You really should be spending more time taking care of Edward," speech every time I show up to work. He was this close the other day to saying "a woman's place is in the home taking care of her man". Oh man I would have punched him so hard...in the arm. He knows better, though. He knows I'll run straight to Rosalie and rat him out. And he would not want that. All of us, even oblivious Alice, have noticed an obvious change in our Emmy-cakes lately. Ever since the...attack...for lack of a better word, and I fucking hate that word...Emmett has become, um, in love with us. All of us. Even Craig, who I though he might actually murder with his two bare hands after the whole 'letting me leave the bar unescorted' thing he pulled on the night it all went down.

Sure, he's still crass and bossy and a huge sarcastic smart-ass every second and he infuriates me to the point where I want to scream at him, but oh god those things make me love him so much more. His awful taste in music (Tom Petty again? Really?) has me pulling my hair out, but now he's at least trying to have an open mind and not talk shit about everything I play. He actually asked me to make him a mix CD last week. I almost passed out swear to god. Thought I was having a post-traumatic stress epi. But I went home and scoured my itunes library. I had so much fun making it, too. And I almost cried when he came up to me the next day after listening to it and told me that he really liked "that Sunset Rubdown guy's voice."

More importantly, Emmett took me to Jake's hearing last month. Edward was still in the hospital. He'd been moved to a regular room and was rehab-ing every day, but he couldn't leave. My dad flew in for a few days, thanks to Dr. Cullen who insisted on taking care of the cost no questions asked, and Renee came a few days after Charlie left, once again at the insistence of Carlisle. It was a comfort knowing I wasn't alone when I had to identify Jake in the line-up and I had Charlie with me when I was asked to provide every gruesome, upsetting detail of the stabbing and subsequent chase. When the hearing was finally set, my parents had already gone, which is why Emmett sat with me. He held my hand, he didn't say anything when I cringed and whimpered, and he didn't ask me if I was alright when he saw that there were tears in my eyes. He was absolutely everything I needed him to be. My immovable rock.

When it was all said and done and over, Jake got 25 to life for attempted murder and a slew of other charges they worked up against him and his brothers. I had to take the stand and point Jake out in the courtroom. It was the hardest thing I'd ever done next to seeing Edward in ICU. I knew my testimony would decide his fate. And I should have been angry for what he did. He almost killed Edward; he would have killed me, but sitting there I couldn't feel anything but sadness and pity when I looked into his big brown eyes. I was shocked when they read the list of charges, each sentence tacking on years behind bars, including drug trafficking and the prostitution ring he tried to make me a part of. He'll be eligible for parole in 10 years but I'm trying not to think about that.

In pink and blue chalk I list the drink specials Emmett's come up with and circle them in a fluttery design. The afternoon is turning into another scorcher. I'm almost glad I'll be stuck inside the dingy club all day. Almost because it means I won't see Edward until after midnight. He's meeting Raymond at the Kimmel Center today and the depraved thoughts I'm having about the sounds they're making together soaks me right through my thong. They're both staggeringly good-looking boys with talent in everything they touch. They're going to accomplish great things together and I can't help but get turned on by that thought as well. Raymond's got a pair of lips on him that could put a sucker-fish to shame and Edward, well duh, he's a fucking demon in the sack. Fuck I wish I could slink out of here and find the practice room they're holed up in all sweaty and agitated and full of music and longing and brilliant ideas. Oooh maybe I'll find them in the middle of a squabble – Raymond seems equally as stubborn as Edward when it comes to the arts - and they'll be pleading their cases and arguing their sides on a subject like the causality between music and violence. I can just picture Edward going all Supreme Court Justice Cullen on Raymond and Raymond getting all Public Defender on his ass. Siiiiigh. Best daydream ever.

"SWAN!," Emmett roars from inside, startling a passerby. "You can walk now. Stop milking it and get in here! What the fuck's taking so long out there? You're scribbling shit on a blackboard! Let's GO! I need some help in the kitchen."

I roll my eyes and finish my drawing with a chuckle. Gotta admit I missed this old dive while I was in the hospital and then at home recovering with Edward. It's personality and fuckoff charm. It's grimy walls and sticky floors. The characters who walk through the door each day. The friends I've made.

And Edward. It brought Edward to me. It brought us together.

And even Emmett. What the fuck would I have done without Emmett? I'd be dead without Emmett. Dramatic? I don't think so.

A shadow falls over the chalkboard and I twist my neck into the relentless sunlight until I find its source. Even through squinted eyes I can make out the shape of Edward's heavenly face and jagged unruly hair shining in the sunlight.

"Hi," he says with a crooked sideways grin. One word casually spoken in his deep raspy voice and its no longer the heat that's making me feel faint.

"Hey," I answer back with my own sheepish smile. If asked I'd lie and blame my blush on sunstroke.

"I thought you were meeting with Raymond?"

"We finished early. I couldn't wait to get back to you." He squints into the sunlight as if asking it to let up and sighs when it says no.

"God you're so fucking sexy when you're...breathing," I say, shrugging my shoulders. I roll my eyes at myself. Edward does the same and crosses his arms. "That's all I could come up with."

"You're crazy," he laughs.

"You love it."

"That I do," he says. Reaching down for my hands he pulls me to a standing position and kisses me sweetly. Then deeply. Deeper. Passionately. Urgent lips and his delicious tongue mingle our saliva and the taste is tart and amazing. My hands travel up his back, under his t-shirt that's slightly damp with his sweat, higher up the ridge of his spine, and I feel his right hand doing the same as his left hand finds the back of my neck. He pulls me flush against his chest and my skin is searing from the heat his body is putting off. I yelp into his mouth and he smiles against my lips.

Mmhmm," he confirms with a growl and licks his tongue across my bottom lip. I taste the few beads of sweat on his top lip and I kiss him hard so I can savor every drop.

"Emmett's going to be out here any minute to kick my ass," I murmur, running my fingers through the back of his messy hair.

"Is he going to be mad that I'm keeping you?"

"Who knows," I kiss down his neck. "Who cares," I run my tongue up his jaw line. "God you taste so fucking good." I slip my fingers down the front of his low-rise jeans and thumb his sharp hip bones.

"I want you. Take me home."

"Bella," he chuckles, tugging my arms down and clasping them behind my back. "Your shift just started." He kisses the tip of my nose and the smell of his breath makes me wet.

"Then meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes." I nibble on his ear and palm his crotch. He sucks in his breath and bites his lip and I know I've got him.

"You're incorrigible."

I wink and then turn on my heel to walk inside.

"But you'll be there."

He winks back. "You know it."


Edward's almost there. I can feel his knees shaking and I can see it in his face, the scrunchy crinkle face he makes when he's about to come. My orgasm is boiling in my belly and I'm clinging to him for dear life. His jeans are around his knees. I don't even know where mine are. His hands are cupping my bare ass and his powerful thrusts are bashing my back against the stone wall. His grunts are breathy and rhythmic and could get me off on just their intensity alone and the way they echo around the small, dank space.

"SWAN! Stop fucking in my bathroom!" Emmett howls on the other side of the door.

"Don't listen to him," I pant, clawing at Edward's muscular back. "Don't stop."

"I couldn't...if I tried," Edward breathes into my neck. "Close so close." He rests his forehead on the wall he's pounding me into and hoists me up higher in his arms. I clench my legs tightly around his waist, which in turn crushes my moist walls around his pulsing cock.

"Jesus," he moans. He shakes his head in disbelief and I wonder if he's thinking what I'm thinking...which is how fucking happy I am to be able to fuck my man whenever and wherever I want. I will never, ever, take anything about Edward for granted again. He feels too good, he smells and tastes and looks too good and is so good at everything all of the time. How did I get so fucking lucky?

A final grunt and Edward pulls out to his tip and then slams back into me at a sharp angle and we both cry out as he spills inside me, filling me with his soapy warmth. A few more pumps and I shudder around him with hot and cold flashes and a shiver of goosebumps coating my skin.

"Godddd Edwarrrrd," I moan throwing my head back and my legs start to loosen like jelly.

"I like the sound of that," he whispers in my ear. "I'm going to put you down now, ok? Can you stand?"

"I think so."

He kisses me softly on my lips and sets me on my feet. Clear filmy liquid runs in a thin stream down my inner thighs and I wipe it with toilet paper.

"Ten fucking seconds, Swan!" Emmett yells. "Or the door comes down!"

"I love how this is all my fault. Like I'm in here fucking myself. You guys sure know how to stick together."

Edward laughs and shakes his head. He knows I'm right.

He hands me my jeans that were in a ball in the sink and pulls up his own.

I slide them on, refasten my bra and pull my tank top down. I lean into the graffittied mirror and attempt to fix my hair.

"You look beautiful," Edward says from behind me and I feel the heat rising to my cheeks and swelling between my legs...again.

"You are one smooth operator, Edward Cullen. Keep it up and we'll be spending the whole night in here."

Edward's face frowns. "Tempting, but..." his eyes travel around, scanning the humming florescent light, the streaked walls, grimy floors and yellowed toilet seat. "...Make sure you wash your hands."

Emmett has his fist raised to the door about to smash gorilla-style when I fling it open and saunter out without a word of explanation.

"You of all people know what happens in those bathrooms, Bella. I'm surprised at you," he seethes, following me down the hall.

I stop in my tracks and smile devilishly. "You wouldn't be if you saw the size of Edward's cock. It's magical, Emmy."

A low grown comes from behind me and I know it's Edward with his face in his palm.

"Bella, pleeease," he says clearly appalled. It's so cute when he gets embarrassed by my lack of social filter and the shit I say. When will he ever learn?

Hopefully never.

"Oh. God. Gross. Edward, really? Can't you control your woman?" Emmett blanches.

"Not at all. Not even a little," Edward answers sincerely and slumps into his usual stool at the end of the bar.

"That's right, baby." I kiss him proudly on the top of his head and walk around the bar to pour a beer for my first customer of the day and one for Edward.

"We cleaned up after ourselves, Emmy, fret not."

Emmett ignores my comment, which means he's done with the conversation and wants to ignore and erase the last twenty minutes from his memory. He counts out the drawer and takes the bag into the back room.

"Emmett better not ever take my sister in there and do what we just did," Edward grumbles into his beer.

"I wouldn't worry about that, sweet face. I think Rosalie's got Mr. Big Man wrapped around her manicured finger."

"Yeah we'll see."

Edward in over-protective big brother mode = Bella in distracted staring at her boyfriend all night mode.


"Pssst. Excuse me, miss?"

"Yeah? What can I get you?" I say unflinchingly with a wet towel draped over my shoulder. The night has gotten extremely busy and I'm having way loads of fun treating Edward like a regular customer. It's driving him insane, which will make our sexcapades when we back home tonight even insaner.

"I'll ignore that distracting line of questioning." He leans his elbows on the bar and moves in closer. I'm attracted to him like a moth to a flame and in seconds we're nose to nose.

"I want to take you away somewhere for a few days," he says throatily over the music pounding from the speakers.

"Oh yeah? Like a...vacation?" I gulp.

"Sorta. You think Emmett will let you?"

"He will if you ask him. He's got a raging guy-boner for you."

"Shut up."

"I'm serious. After you went all superhero on me and were all nearly killed defending my honor and then when you were all brave and strong in the hospital, Em's been showing a side I've never seen before. A side that screams, I want to go gay for Edward Cullen. I bet he's soft and warm and would be really gentle the first time."

"You're certifiable."

"I'm telling you. He's like, all about your happiness and well-being and shit. It's annoying. ...And adorable."

Edward suppressed a chuckle and took a cleansing breath. "Fine. I'll ask him for permission to take you away for a few days."

"Don't tell him where. And don't let him invite himself along either. Next thing you know he'll be sleeping in between us wearing dinosaur pajamas, then he'll be spooning you and somewhere along the way I'll end up demoted to the couch while you two have quiet alone cuddle time." The mental picture is enough to send us both into a laugh out loud giggle fit.

"Isabella Swan," he says as soon as he's able to catch his breath. "You are, without a doubt, the most fascinating creature I have ever met."


part 2 coming up soon