She Rocks My World

80's Rocker, Edward Cullen, is the frontman for the enormously popular band, Cullen.

He's every woman's dream; handsome, wealthy, and talented, but the elusive rocker has something to hide until an overwhelmingly gifted, doe-eyed beauty steals his heart at first sight and sound.

This is Beta'd by my friend, Fran. I love her! I am a lousy typist, believe me she sees it, so any mistakes are ALL mine.

Sorry for the delay. FF wouldn't upload the chapter.

A/N: C'mon, readers, I need a name for Bella's band. Best name gets a prize from NOLA. At the end, you'll find the names we have so far.

Chapter Eleven: The Crowd's Response

EPOV

I deepen the kiss without reason and just go on instinct. As we break apart, I know I'd do it again. What a stupid idea it was to hold us back.

I sneak my arm around her waist and raise my other hand to grab the mic and say, "You have to know she's amazing."

Bella blushes hiding her head on the side of my arm.

The crowd goes wild.

I nod and admit, "And I didn't want to meet her. I thought Bella was just a friend my sister was trying to push on me."

The crowd boos.

Ali shouts, "I knew enough not to push. I slowly nudged." She laughs.

"Yeah, a fucking dumbass that smartened up and fell in love with her," I confess.

Silence.

Bella looks up at me in shock.

"Yeah," I quietly say to her with our eyes locked together.

A spark crackles and fills the room.

Garrett lightly taps on the cymbals while Kate runs up and sits on his lap.

Bella's band play a soft instrumental featuring Bitsy on the harp. It all feels so magical.

Jasper unplugs his guitar, pushes past us, and grabs Ali, kissing her passionately.

Emmett does a double-take, unplugs his bass, rushes up to Rosalie and embraces her. She looks at him with a huge smile and kisses him.

Bella and I stand there watching couple after couple in lip locks.

Maybe she's in shock, maybe she's in want, but Bella starts to sing along with her band. The room is silent with all eyes on her.

Bella

"I've waited so long

For your lips to touch mine.

Nothing can compare

To the spark left behind.

You taste like a dream.

I wanted to spread my wings,

Feel you all over

To try all sorts of things.

It was just one kiss.

But baby, I want more.

Please, touch me again.

Don't stop I am sure.

Don't let this stop now.

Don't think about your plan.

Look at the people.

They truly understand.

It's not about you.

And it's not about me.

It's in the music

For everyone to see.

So you can love me

And I can love you, too.

No one's going to flinch …

An inch about your woo.

Jasper's sucking face.

Ali's playing along.

Emmett's holding Rose.

No one thinks this is wrong.

You can build my band

Because you truly think.

We have the talent

To create in a blink.

Taa Daa."

I touch her cheek and run my thumb over her jaw. "I'm tired. Let's go home."

She looks around. "What about the mus..."

I interrupt placing my index finger over my mouth. "I don't think they'll mind."

We make it back to my house in less than an hour. As we enter the kitchen, Christy walks out of her room. "Oh, good, you're home. I have some tea I brewed that will help you sleep and build your immune system. Let me warm it."

Bella and I sit at the island and watch her place a pot on a burner. "I don't use the microwave."

"Why not?" I ask.

"Because the waves kill off anything good. This will only take a few seconds."

And within that time, she pours two mugs and places them in front of Bella and me, and we thank her. I guzzle a good portion down. "This is good."

"Drink it up, you'll feel refreshed in the morning."

Bella takes a sip and asks, "What's in it?"

"Basic herbs; Chamomile, Pau D' Arco, Black Walnut, Echinacea, and peppermint for flavor and for the stomach. I also sprinkled some natural cinnamon on top."

"It's nice going down." Bella smiles. "Thank you."

"Good, I'm glad. If you don't need anything else, I'm headed to bed to read a good book."

"What are you reading, Christy?" Bella asks.

"The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice. I've wanted to read it for a few years. So, once Matt was sent back overseas, I had the time to read, The Vampire Chronicles. I loved Interview With a Vampire."

"Funny, I wouldn't take you as a vampire enthusiast," Bella kids.

"My best friend, Pam, turned me onto them. She has vampire stuff all over her house."

I smirk. "Really?"

"Yeah, Halloween time she gets really into it. I just like to read about them."

"Have you done anything interesting to your room?"

"Edward, as I said, I read about them. It would give me the creeps to have anything staring at me." She shakes. "Well, if you aren't hungry, I'm off to bed."

"Enjoy your book," I say.

She closes her door, and I steal a kiss.

Bella whispers on my lips, "Well, now that we're public, what happens next?"

I run my tongue along her bottom lip. "I'll leave that to Ali. She'll handle it all. Let's get to bed."

"I don't have anything with me."

"Ali bought you some things." I kiss her pulling her closer to my chest.

Taking a breath, Bella winds her fingers through my hair. "She's thought of everything."

"Well, not everything. Stay here, and I'll be right back."

She smiles. "Okay." She takes a sip of her tea.

BPOV

Edward slips out of the kitchen, and I sit for the longest time. I get up and walk around. How long am I to wait? After the twentieth lap around the island, I decide to head upstairs.

Edward's door is slightly open, so I knock.

No answer.

No movement.

"Edward?" I slowly open the door to find the room lit by small candles. Soft music plays from his stereo system, and I stare at the bed, giggling to myself. It appears Edward is quite the romantic, but he sleeps on his side in the middle of the bed holding a pillow in his arms.

My dear, sweet guy is … out … like … a … light!

After washing my face, brushing my teeth and letting down my hair, I take off my clothes and pull on one of Edward's T-shirts, which is far more comfortable than one of Ali's skimpy, lacy things.

I blow out all the candles, slide off Edward's sneakers and crawl under the covers, covering Edward with me. Replacing me with the pillow, I kiss his nose, curl up into a ball under his chin and close my eyes. "Night, my sleepy boy."

And when I awake, I'm on my back with Edward's arm around my waist, his breath on my neck and one of his legs over mine. He quietly hums in my ear, "I'm sorry things didn't go as planned."

I turn to face him. "And what plan was this one?"

He smirks. "To woo you."

I stroke his cheeks. "You already have."

He smiles.

"That was the best night's sleep I have had in a very long while," I admit.

"I agree. Christy's tea laid me out."

"You needed the rest."

"We both did."

"If it's okay, I think I'll take a shower in the other bathroom."

"How about a bath in my ensuite?"

"You have jets?" I ask.

"I have propellers," he teases. "You stay here, and I'll get it started." He kisses the top of my head and jumps out of bed.

"Don't fall asleep," I tease back.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

I hear the water running and sit up.

Edward walks back in without his shirt. "I splashed myself."

"You're a danger to yourself."

"You're the dangerous one." He walks around the bed, picking me up wedding style and carries me into the bathroom. "Are you one of those girls who have to brush her teeth before kissing?"

I nod with a smile, with my finger over my mouth, mumbling, "I don't like to be offensive."

"Toothbrush is over there." He points my feet near the sinks.

As I brush, Edward checks the water as the bubbles rise. "I put some of that lavender stuff in. That's okay?"

I wipe my mouth. "Sure."

Turning, he's right in front of me, lowers his head, and with pleading eyes begs, 'yes'?

I bite my lip and shyly smile. "Yes."

Edward leans in and gently pecks my lips. His arms move around my waist lifting me up and cupping my ass. He deepens the kiss, and I tighten my grip on his nape as my legs tighten around his waist.

Catching my breath, we break apart. Our foreheads touch, and we gaze into one another's eyes. "Bathe with me."

"Okay."

I pull off the T-shirt, lower my underwear as Edward takes my hand and helps me into the large Roman tub. Our eyes never veer.

He removes his jeans and lowers himself behind me taking a washcloth and gently scrubbing my back and arms. He's tall and slender with a muscular frame, his legs are long and pale, and he's fully erect, but he makes no sexual advances. No, Edward's plan is to take him time.

I turn to face him sitting on his legs with myself open for him. But I take the washcloth, lean into him and scrub his back and chest.

Edward runs his hands from my shoulders to my waist his eyes focus on my full breasts. With a kiss to my neck, he raises his hands to cup them and squeezes. "They're perfect," he mumbles.

I close my eyes and allow his touch to excite and overwhelm me with my need for him. His mouth teases and bites one nipple to the other as his hands work their way to my core.

I dance to his movements splashing water over the rim. The excitement builds, and my muscles tighten. I drop my hands into the water caressing Edward's cock. He's smooth and so very hard as I slide my grasp in a rotating motion from one end to the other. I grab one of the condoms near the shampoo and roll it over him. His low groan pushes me as the water rushes back and forth. With our eyes locked, I lift up and lower myself as Edward enters me. The sensation makes me gasp.

"Did I hurt you?" Edward worriedly asks.

When I find my speech, I answer, "No." I heavily breathe from the intensity.

We stop all movement and feel this powerful connection. The rush of the water ceases. There is silence.

I feel Edward's pulse within me.

He kisses my forehead. "Bella, I've never felt like this before." He holds me close. His head in the crook of my neck and his arms cover my back. "Let me know when you're ready."

I slowly raise myself up then down. "Are you okay, Edward?"

He moans, "You set the pace."

Getting a steady rhythm, I slowly move until the need expands and I thrash about as the tub spills on every side. The turbulence of crashing water crushes me closer to Edward and we both reach our shattering crescendo within seconds of one another. Breathing heavily, we tightly cling.

EPOV

It's now after nine and Christy prepares breakfast as Bella and I go down to the studio.

I could easily maintain this kind of morning activity.

Bella has this constant smile, and I still wonder if I … well, you know.

Tinkering at the piano, I start to play.

EDWARD

I've let the cat out of the bag

And kissed my girl.

Man, this is too hard to resist;

The oyster's pearl.

All of you know she has my heart

Deep in my soul.

I thought I could hold onto this

And reach our goal.

You have to know she's everything;

Not just my girl.

Her voice, her music is the top

All for the world.

Baby, you're going to be a star.

It's about you,

And there's nothing I have to fear

They will love you.

So play them any instrument,

Sing them your songs

Spill out the lyrics and music.

Just go along.

I should have zigged instead of zagged

When meeting you.

And you're the best thing that happened,

Performing, too.

New ideas are fresh in my mind

All from your smile.

You make me the best music man

With my new style.

I'll kiss you on stage when I want

Because I said,

You don't object to the cute play.

I'll make you red.

Bella giggles.

Just then, Ali and Jazz run into the control room carrying armfuls of newspapers.

Ali shouts, "Wait until you read all of these!"

A/N: Finally! Soooo, what do you think the newspapers said?

A/N: Band names:

Christy: Swan Song

Fran: Familiar Spirits, Innocent Twilight

May: Swan Cantanti, Cigno Cantanti (Swan Singers), Agnoafuoco (Swan on Fire)

KDMCAM: Il Cantante, Flightless Bird

SJ: Breaking Dawn

Judy: Swan Songs, Red String, candida, Heart Strings

Pam: Work in Progress, Wings of Flight, Feathered Wings, Feather Angels, Angel Wings, Sawn Wings, Wedge in Flight, Bella's Bevy, Bevy

Sherry: Belladies, Monada Melodies, Monadam Bella & the Beatbacks, The Barrelhouse Band.

MIRosebud: Revival, Awakening, Soul Restoration

In this time period of the early 1980s, there was a band named 'Swans'. Swans were an American experimental rock band formed in 1982 by singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Michael Gira.

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