Black Friday

Edward held my hand as we drove home. Though, I wasn't exactly sure who's home. We hadn't discussed it yet. All we knew is that we were stuffed, tired, and a little sore from running around in the afternoon.

That and we had four boxes of leftover in the trunk. We were set for at least a couple of days. I had to admit I was excited about turkey sandwiches and leftover sweet potatoes.

"Thank you," Edward said suddenly, looking over at me with a slight smile.

"For what?"

"Being so kind to Rosalie when I know she's rather harsh."

"Honestly, I thought she didn't like me at all. Though, I never thought she liked me, even when I first met Jasper back in school," I explained.

"When did you meet?" He asked, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel for some reason.

"Um, I was a sophomore in high school when they were seniors. So, I guess I was fifteen? It was 1994 or 5," I said with a shrug. "Something like that."

"Ah, so you met her after."

"After what?" I asked in confusion.

Edward sighed deeply, a slight frown on her face. "Has Jasper ever told you about how Rosalie and Emmett met?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Rosalie is very sterilized about the whole thing so I don't think she'll mind if I tell you. She'll tell anyone who asks. She acts like it doesn't bother her but I can tell it does," he said, shaking his head before giving another sigh. "Rosalie was raped."

"How awful." I frowned.

"She was a cheerleader and she was dating a football player. A real jackass by the name of King. He took her out behind the school during a dance and tried to get into her dress, as Rosalie states it. When she didn't let him, he started hitting her. And kicking. Until she stopped moving and just took it. Emmett was trying to sneak out for a smoke when he heard the noise."

"I didn't realize Emmett smoked."

Of all the things I could comment on, I can't believe I said that. It was just so horrible to think about. That's all my mind could wrap around.

"He used to. He stopped once he turned eighteen. He said it wasn't cool anymore after that. Anyway, Emmett pulled King off and beat the living hell out of him. He then called the police, leaving the bloody bastard there and drove Rosalie to the hospital himself. He left his date there. Rosalie had passed out during all of this and when she woke up he was carrying her into the hospital."

"How... awful..." I breathed.

Edward gave a small smile. "It is. But, when Rosalie woke up she says all she saw was the bright lights and her own personal angel. Emmett never left her side after that and they got married not a year later. They had to wait until he was eighteen. She's a little older than him."

"That's amazing." I hadn't even realized I went to school with Emmett.

"Rosalie acts like it wasn't a big deal but she's cut herself off emotionally to anyone but Emmett and Bridget. And Jasper, Alice, and me, I suppose. Rosalie and I were pretty close when I was a teenager because we always felt like we didn't belong with the loud McCarty group."

"Explains why she wants to protect you," I said, squeezing his hand gently.

"It also explains why she's willing to let you in, at least a little bit. She figures that if I care for you so deeply then there must be something amazingly good about you. Which there is," Edward smiled charmingly. "So, once again, I say thank you."

"You are very welcome. Though I don't honestly want to wake up that early." I frowned slightly. Edward chuckled, squeezing my hand again.

"I know, I'm sorry. Would you like to go to my place or yours?"

"Which is closest?"

"Mine."

"Fine with me." I shrugged, smiling over at him. "Maybe you can play for me some more."

"Play for or play with?" Edward wiggled his eyebrows at me playfully, his cheeks a soft red color. "I just want to clarify."

"Play for me and I just might play with you later," I said suggestively as I ran my hand from his knee all the way between his legs. He was already a little hard and I could feel him pressed against his inner thigh.

I was so glad that it was already dark outside and the other cars couldn't see in.

Edward gasped softly, his mouth forming a large O. I gripped him through his jeans, giving him a little rub before giving him a squeeze. He groaned loudly, jerking his hips up when my hand slowly went back to his knee.

"Does that sound good to you?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes and biting my bottom lip.

"What would you like me to play?" He said, swallowing heavily.

"Well, I've heard you play piano and the violin now so I suppose guitar. I've always thought guitarists were hot," I answered in a breathy voice.

"You are being so cruel," he whined softly as we pulled up into a parking space by his apartment.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, raising my chin as I got out of the car. He rolled his eyes, following behind me to get the food. After he slammed the trunk down, food in both of our hands, he leaned in close with his soft lips pressed against my ear.

"Just for that, I'm going to make you cum over and over again until you can't walk tomorrow."

And then the bastard walked off, leaving me behind to stutter and whimper. "You can't just say things like that and walk away," I complained when I got into the apartment. He chuckled, taking the boxes from my hands and put them in the fridge.

"You can't just stroke my cock and stop."

I pouted, "I won't stop now."

"You'll just have to wait now. I'm going to play my guitar." He threw his head back playfully like I did earlier, except more extreme, and went into his closet to pull out an acoustic guitar.

"You're a tease," I smiled at him, but I'll admit that I wanted to hear him play.

And when he did, sitting perched on his old rocking chair, it made me giggle. I recognized it right away.

"Dave Matthews Band?"

"I learned it this morning while I was cooking the tarts. While baking anyway. I wanted to after watching you dance with Bridget and Ferris," he commented, still playing. It made me smile. "It made me so happy."

"Why?" I asked, biting my bottom lip as I watched him with fascination. If he missed any of the chords, I certainly didn't know it and he played it off well.

"Bella, you are a wonderful woman and to have you in my life is great. But, having you actually get along with some of the people I love the most? I don't think I could put into words how that makes me feel."

He was going to make me cry if he continued to talk like that so I decided not to say anything more. I looked down at my fingers, sitting down on the edge of his couch. Just watching him gave me such a warm feeling.

"This is my favorite part," as he does what I believe is the chorus. I smiled and he returned it brilliantly. Giggling, I ducked my head again.

Gah, what is this man doing to me?

The song drew to a close and he smiled at me wickedly. "Any requests?"

I have a few that don't require the guitar... or clothing. I smiled, keeping that thought to myself. "Surprise me."

He began to play Smoke on the Water and it made me laugh. It sounded odd on an acoustic. "Something different?"

"Please. Play that on an electric sometime."

"I have one if you want to hear it," he said, nodding his head towards the closet

"I want to hear more from this one," I answered, not knowing how to phrase it. "It's more relaxing."

"Okay, hm..." he drew out, biting his bottom lip as he considered what to play.

I almost fell over at his next choice. It was Why don't we get drunk and screw by Jimmy Buffett, the song I walked out on during the concert.

"I'll pay you fifty bucks to sing the song," I giggled, laying back against his couch as I propped up my feet. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"If I sing to you it'll be for more and a better song."

"A hundred?" I tempted him, wiggling my eyebrows. "I'll make it worth your while."

"I think not, Ms. Swan," he chuckled, deftly playing the song.

"There's nothing I can do to persuade you?"

"I don't want your money." He smiled at me sweetly, shaking his head. His green eyes were so shy as they looked up at me from underneath his eyelashes.

"What about one hundred kisses then?" I asked, flirting with him innocently.

"If I were more confident I'd sing John Mayer to you. Your body is a wonderland, but I want to do something better than that. Especially for such a generous offer."

Good, because I think my panties would just combust if you sang that, I thought to myself, a little too pleased. He smiled like he knew what I was thinking, his cheeks flaming as he bit his lip. He strummed the guitar absentmindedly, thinking.

Edward cleared his throat, "okay, I apologize for sucking in advance."

"You won't," I promised him, getting up to sit closer to him on the floor. He smiled slightly, his flush becoming brighter. And then he began to play.

It was totally unexpected. I knew the song right away, remembering it from when I was in college, I think. It came on all the time. It was Red Hot Chili Peppers.

"Soft spoken with a broken, step outside but not to brawl, and autumn sweep call to fall I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl," he sang in a deep voice, his accent disappearing. And I swooned. Yeah, it was girlish, and it was sad. But I did. I felt myself get warm all over as I chewed on my bottom lip, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.

He is so going to get laid tonight.

When the song ended I stood up quickly and took the guitar out of his hands. He smiled as I slid onto his lap, his arms going around my waist as my arms went around his neck. We kissed for a long minute and I pulled away to breathe into his ear, "one."

"Ninety-nine to go," he said before pecking my lips. "Ninety-eight."

I kissed his neck several times, his skin rising up in goosebumps to meet my lips. He counted down to eighty-nine before I brought my lips back up to his ear. "Edward, do you have any condoms?"

"Are you serious?" He asked, pulling me back slightly to look into my face. I nodded slowly, leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead.

"Eighty-eight," I count for him before kissing his lips. "Eight-seven. How many condoms do you have?"

"Um, a few," he muttered, swallowing heavily. I giggled, loving that I could do that to him. I gently ran my tongue over his jaw, just the tip before kissing it lightly. "What number is that?"

"E-eighty six," he whimpered, his long fingers gripping my hip tightly.

"I want you to keep count. I want to make sure you get exactly what I owe you." I stood up, stretching out slowly before I start to move to the bedroom. "I hope we have enough. Condoms, that is."

He was behind me in a second, pushing me against his bedroom door. His mouth was all over mine, his fingers pushing up my sweater so that his hands could snake onto my skin. I whimpered quietly against his mouth, my fingers resting on the back of his neck to hold him closer to me.

"It's not going to be enough for what I want to do to you tonight," he breathed. One minute he could be so shy and the next so commanding. It's a bit of a whirlwind, but I loved it. His lips traveled down my neck, sucking it gently. "And, I want you to keep count, Isabella."

Fuckity, fuck, fuck...

We made it to seventy kisses before we made it into the bedroom. Sixty before we got to the bed. Edward groaned as my lips traveled down his neck. I yanked at his long-sleeved shirt, trying to pull it over his head. It stuck around his neck and he grabbed the back quickly to throw it to the floor. His long fingers grabbed the ends of my sweater, relieving me of the too hot fabric. The cool air of the bedroom hit my chest and I hissed as goosebumps covered my skin.

Edward's hands ran over my arms slowly, taking both of my hands in his own once he reached the bottom. I lightly kissed his chest, tracing the soft pink freckles from one side of his neck to the other.

"Bella," he whimpered quietly, his arms going to my back to try to figure out how to take off my bra.

"Somewhere around forty-five," I breathed against his ear softly. "And the clasp is around the front."

"Oh, thank god. I thought it was me," he mumbled as his hands swiftly came to my front. I giggled softly, leaning back away from his body to pop the clasp with one hand. "Now that takes talent."

"I've gotten about twenty years of practice," I teased as my comfortable black bra dropped to the floor. He took in a sharp breath, his eyes growing wide.

This was it. Not drinks. No... cake. Just us. I felt exposed but he made me feel beautiful. He didn't have to say anything. It was all said with a look.

His hands went to my ribs, pulling me in for a deep kiss. I moaned softly against his mouth, his chest on fire against mine. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart, his blood pulsing below his skin.

"You are a goddess but you must promise me something," he said very seriously. Edward's words were barely about a breath, hot and wanting.

"What?"

His fingers weaved into my hair, pulling me in for another kiss before he spoke. "Don't lose too much more weight. You are glorious just the way you are. I really just want you happy and healthy, but your curves are divine."

I took in a deep breath, looking up into his sparkling deep green eyes. I took face in my hands, kissing him my thanks.

All counting and playfulness were soon forgotten.

As more pieces of clothing dropped to the floor the temperature in the room tripled. Edward laid me back on the bed, kissing me slowly and deeply as he did.

"Condom, please," I asked quietly as my hands traced his sides. His skin is so soft, delicate almost. Edward moved quickly, pulling a condom from his bedside stand.

"I figured it would be wise to be prepared after third base," he smiled at me before ripping the condom package open with his teeth. I plucked the rubber from the silver foil and carefully rolled it onto him.

His eyes were so wild as I looked into them. Positioning himself over me, he spreads my legs wide with his knees as he pressed kisses all over my mouth and cheeks.

"I need you inside of me again," I whispered as his lips kissed down my chin and down the center of my neck.

The apartment could have been on fire but I would have never known it. Or cared.

He guided himself into me and his thickness was more of a shock than it was before. I groaned, throwing my head back. My back arched as his hand ran over my neck, his nails gently dragging over my flesh.

"Jesus, so hot," he breathed as he nipped my chin as his hips slowly moved back and forth.

I wrapped my leg around his waist and pulled him closer. He held the back of my knee, spreading my legs a little bit more so he could press even deeper.

"Fuck," I hissed, moving my hips forward to meet his as best I could. I felt like I could barely keep myself on the bed.

"This is-" Edward began before moaning loudly. "Shit. Oh, god. Touch yourself."

I squeezed my hand between us, pressing two fingers against the swollen and most sensitive part of my body. And honestly, I didn't even have to move them at all. Every time Edward pressed forward he pushed my fingers against me, his soft curly red hair brushing against my fingers each time.

"I..I.. oh... Oh, mother of... uh... Good GOD," I shouted loudly as my legs began to quake. I just shattered underneath him, breaking into a million different pleasurable little pieces.

"I'm not done with you," he whispered against my neck. "Not by a long shot."

He pulled my hand free and brought it up to his mouth, licking and sucking my fingers clean. Each time he nibbled an aftershock of electricity shot up my thighs before shoot back down to my toes.

"Wrap your legs around me," Edward whispered against my jaw as he took both of my hands and pinned them above my head. "And hold on."

I have never been perkier at nearly four in the morning before. I stole one of Edward's turtle necks to cover up my hickeys, teasing my mussed up hair into a wild ponytail. My jeans were still pretty clean and my boots were comfortable enough. It would do.

As soon as Alice saw me she grinned wildly, trying not to spill the two coffees she's had in her hands as she did a little bounce. Rosalie was standing beside her, a knowing smirk on her face.

"Oh, my sex gods! Someone got laid last night!" Alice squealed.

"What are you talking about?" I smile at her innocently. She raised an eyebrow and I smiled wildly. "I'm sure Rosalie doesn't want to hear about that."

"I ain't blood with Edward. Of course I want to hear this," she said, taking a big sip of her huge coffee. Alice giggled, nodding her head as we waited for the mall to open its door. Grapevine Mills was massive and had a ton of stores we wanted to visit before we invade another mall not too far away.

Apparently, Rosalie had a battle plan. I wasn't going to argue.

I had a lot more people to buy presents for this year than I did last. It was a wonderful thought and I was very happy that I had won that money at the casino.

"Well?" Alice pushed, handing me the coffee. I took a long sip just to torture her.

"We had sex from about ten o'clock until about," I looked at my watch before looking up at them, "forty-five minutes ago? Maybe. Oh, remind me to pick up a giant box of condoms."

"I miss those days," Rosalie pouted, surprising me a little bit.

"Speak for yourself," Alice giggled. Rosalie scrunched up her nose, frowning slightly.

"Now, I am blood with Jasper. I don't want to hear about your sex life."

Alice rolled her eyes then did a little squeal of happiness when the doors opened. We walked in, along with a ton of other people, going towards some unknown spot. Well, unknown to me. Rosalie seemed to know. I guess she had even more people to buy for than I did.

"So, Bella, what do you need to shop for?" Rose asked, seeming a lot more pleasant. I guess a couple of days of family and good food can do that to you. That, and the weekend was still ahead. A four day weekend can brighten anyone's outlook.

"I need some new clothes. Christmas presents. I'm not really sure what kinds. I need some new panties and I wouldn't mind going to Tiffany's."

"That's an odd list," Rose snorted in the most delicate possible.

"It's just things off her list," Alice said, taking a sip of her coffee. She frowned. "Sorry. It's early. Is it okay if I tell her?"

"Yeah, you mentioned something about a list yesterday too," Rosalie said, even more confused.

"Go ahead," I said. I was in a great mood and I really didn't care. She could have broadcasted it on national television for all I cared.

Alice pulled a piece of paper from her purse. I was surprised for all of a second that she had it with her. But then I realized it was Alice. Of course, she had it on her. "Okay, so when Bella turned thirty she kind of had a..."

"Nervous breakdown," I answered for her with a sarcastic smile.

"And she decided to change her life. She wrote a list and that's how we got back together. Here it is." She handed it to Rosalie.

"Does Edward know about these?" Rosalie asked with a raised eyebrow, smiling slightly at some of them.

"He does and he wants to help too," I answered sheepishly.

"Let me guess... Fancy knickers?" She asked, snickering. "Jeez, it's even in his terminology."

I laughed, "yeah. Well, I want to get those knickers while my ass is still a size ten. I don't know how long it's going to be this size and I want to look as good as possible when I model them for him."

"This great!" Rosalie said. "When was your birthday? That's when you did this right?"

"September."

"You've done all this in like three months?" Rosalie asked in surprise. "Fuck, I'm writing me a list tomorrow."

Alice giggled, "I'm doing mine at new year's. I've decided that way I can really think about my list."

"I'm so glad I'm an inspiration." I rolled my eyes, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Alice giggled again, giddy on coffee, and rested her head on my shoulder. "So, where first?"

"Old Navy!" Rosalie said excitedly. "They're doing all these shirts for five dollars and if you spend fifty you get a free game or something. I'm going to buy all the kids in the family shirts. And I think all the men too," Rosalie continued, pulling out a list of her own. It was a list of all the people she was shopping for and it was huge. She dragged us into the store, full of determination.

"What kinds of shirts?"

"Oh, ones with sayings or characters on them. They also have scarfs and sweaters on sale. I might get some of those as well."

"Rosalie has learned to just buy a lot and organize all later. It's amazing. She's the shopping master," Alice whispered, making me laugh quietly.

"You know, I never knew that being a part of a huge family could be so good. The first couple of years it was overwhelming but now... now I wouldn't have it any other way. My family is my rock," Rosalie said, not looking at anyone as she gazed at the shirts. I could tell it wasn't because she didn't mean it, but because if she looked at either of us it might become too emotional. Alice rubbed her back gently, smiling to herself.

"You know, Bella, I think some of these character tees are really fit you. Your style. You're a beautiful grudge computer geek. You should run with it," Alice said in a way to break the emotional tension.

I ended up walking out of Old Navy with two pairs of blue jeans, one black and one dark blue, five shirts for me, one of which had Stars Wars sayings on it and another that had Transformers. I got Edward a shirt that had the Mario video game Mushrooms on them.

I also ended up getting a video game for a system I didn't even have. Alice reassured me that Edward had one and that he didn't have that game. Both Jasper and he played quite a bit, apparently.

"Frederick's," Alice said with a happy little cheer. We were standing in front of Frederick's of Hollywood, a store filled with all kinds of skanky underwear and costumes. "If we can't find fancy knickers here than I don't know where!"

"Holy shit," I laughed, picking up a piece of black and pink lace as we roamed through the store. "What is this suppose to cover?"

"Nothing," Alice and Rosalie said at the same time. They both started laughing, making me snicker.

"Geez, these are kind of cheaper than I thought they would be."

"Fancy doesn't have to cost a lot." Rosalie shrugged. "And if Edward ends up ripping them to shreds then it's no big deal."

"Rose!" Alice said, mockingly shocked. "That is your nephew."

"Yes, he is. By marriage. And if he wasn't I'd be a cougar."

I laughed at their little scene, Rosalie and Alice play smacking each other. They ended it with tongues sticking out at each other, huffing playfully.

I think everyone was just a little too wound from the coffee and from being up so early. Or late. Or something.

"I think these, for sure," Alice hands me like six different things. "A little of everything."

"I don't need that much underwear."

"Did you get her some crotchless? Those are fun," Rosalie added. Alice shook her head and Rosalie picked up something that was bright white and frilly. "And these too."

"Really?" I asked, looking down at the pile.

"Yes," Alice said, shooing me towards the cash register. "You can't have too many sexy panties."

There was a thong, crotchless, boy shorts, bikini cut, a spandex material, lace, and satin.

Well, Edward was certainly going to enjoy himself.

"Okay, next stop coffee and then we hit Penny's!" Rosalie clapped her hands together, a wild and purposeful smile on her face.

It was going to be a long and interesting day.

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