Hey everyone. I've been gone for a while, I know...I know. Life is crazy and my poor little brain has been fighting writers block. But, I wanted to post the next chapter to Chord and Blade. This was included in Fandom4animals. As soon as I am post the next chapter that was included in Fandome4friends I will. That will be the last chapter of The Love Story of Chord and Blade.
A huge thank you to my awesome beta and super cool friend A Jasper For Me! You rock my socks lady. You worked over time with me, and I love ya for it.
As always, I own nothing of Twilight, those honors go to Stephanie Meyers.
EPOV
If someone would have told me three and a half years ago I would be sitting backstage at a figure skating show waiting to perform, I would have told you that you were full of shit and to go fuck yourself. Yet here I sit, hidden away in a back room in the sold out arena where figure skating stars are performing in the Stars on Ice Tour. I'm meant to be a surprise for Blade. She is performing to one of my songs on the tour stop she is making. What she doesn't know is that tonight she is going to be performing to my song live as I sing for her while she skates.
When we left the press room that night, after she jumped into my arms, we never let go of each other. As soon as the flashes of the cameras died down, I carried her out of there and walked us to the waiting SUV that would take us back to my hotel room.
Later that night as she lay next to me after making love to each other for hours, only a sheet covering her luscious ass, I watched her naked back move up and down as she breathed. At that moment, I knew she owned me. Not that I didn't know before, but there in that room finally free from the binds that held her to the ice and to her dreams, I knew our forever was starting. I could finally be the lover to her I always wanted to be. I could finally begin to take care of her the way I've always wanted to. I could finally, one hundred percent, call her mine.
The words hit me so hard. I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the pad of hotel paper and pen and began to scribble the words down as they fell from my fingertips. After a while I could feel her staring at me, I looked over and was met with her smiling brown eyes. "You're beautiful when you're lost in the words," she said softly.
"You're beautiful when you're lost in your choreography," I whispered back.
Images of her naked chest as she climbed on top of me to take the pen and paper from my hands and place them on the night stand flood my mind. I shake my head and adjust my pants, trying to make the images stop. I have to focus.
"The women's Olympic gold medalist this year ... man! She is something else. She did something so outside of the box. No one has ever started the season with one long program and then competed at the Olympics with another. It was a gutsy move, but one that paid off," the host of the tour announced. I looked up at the monitor and watched as it faded from a short, bald dude to my girl, my Blade.
I sit back and watch as Blade speaks about the criticism she got for finally doing things her way, for taking control of her journey to her dreams of Olympic gold. She talks about us, about the song she skated to at the Olympics. She doesn't give everything away, but she does say that I wrote the song after watching her skate and that the song is about her, about us, about our journey to each other.
As I watch her interview, my phone chimes that I have text message.
I miss you. It really sucks that we can't be together. ~ Blade
I know, baby. I wish I could jump on a plane and be with you. ~Chord
I just keep telling myself it is only this show and then it's just us and a sandy beach. ~Blade
For four whole weeks, baby! You and me. No tours, no concerts, no skating shows ... no clothes! ~Chord
Uugghh! Don't get me started. I have to take the ice in five minutes. ~Blade
Okay! Okay! Go out there and kill it! ~Chord
XOXO! ~Blade
I put down my phone just as the announcer says, "Ladies and gentlemen, your current Olympic gold medalist, Bella Swan!" I look up and see her take the ice. She skates out in a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt.
The real me is a Southern girl
with my Levi's on
and an open heart
(Jessica Simpson, With You)
The music begins playing through the speakers. Blade launches into her first program of the evening. I smile because I know the reason behind her choice of costume.
I sit and sign as fan after fan walks up to the table and sets down magazines, CD's, pictures, t-shirts, even panties for me to sign. "You've got five more minutes," my manager Jasper whispers to me. I nod as I take a CD from a young girl. As I open the case to take out the cover to sign, I smile as a slip of paper with the girl's phone number on it falls out. I take the paper and slip it into my pocket to be thrown away later. No reason to hurt her feelings. "Felix is bringing up Hunter," Jasper adds. I nod again, finishing signing for the girl in front of me.
After signing the last autograph of the day, I stand and stretch. Damn, I've been sitting here for three hours and I can feel it. I follow Jasper to the outside patio area where Felix is waiting with Hunter.
"There's my boy!" I say, walking out. He looks up at me with his big brown eyes. A goofy, sloppy smile forms and his tongue flops out as he jumps up and runs towards me. As I crouch down to greet him, he jogs over and collapses in front of me, rolling over onto his back, putting his belly on display as he waits for a rub.
"I think I'm gonna take him and walk him around a bit, let him stretch his legs." I grab Hunter's leash and we start walking out towards the grassy area of the location we're at.
We pass photo booths for the dogs, treat stations for the dogs, various shelters set up for adoption, even doggie massage stations. The organizers really went out of their way to make this fun for the rescue dogs here today. I adopted my dog from a shelter/clinic a few years ago when he was just a tiny puppy, so any time I can lend my name to raise money for shelters, I jump at the chance.
Hunter is loving it and taking it all in, but I feel the fans begin to take notice of me so we veer off the path and make our way to an open area where I can let Hunter off his leash for a while. I grab the ball Felix handed to me before we took off walking. I toss it out to Hunter and watch as he takes off running. I throw the ball out a few more times, giving his head a deep scratch each time he brings it back to me. After I throw the last one, I notice something catches his eye as he makes his way back and just like that, he is off.
I chase after him, calling out to him. I watch as he heads to a group of trees and I see a woman sitting down with a plate of food. Shit! This isn't going to end well. My dog loves food too much. "HUNTER!" I yell out, but he keeps running. I see the woman look up as I yell out Hunter's name, a look of pure terror comes over her face. Hunter is a very intimidating looking, adult Black Lab. He looks even scarier when running full speed towards food. I know, he's done it to me. "HUNTER! NO!" I yell again.
The girl lets out a shriek as I see Hunter launch himself at her. Oh good Lord! I make a mental note to call my lawyer when I can finally pull Hunter off this poor woman. I wonder if I can bribe her with tickets and backstage passes to our next show. As I come to a stop in front of her, I see the plate of food she was holding is now lying face down on her green t-shirt and Hunter is in the process of licking every scrap off of her.
I expect to be met with screaming and crying, but am stupefied to hear giggles coming from the magnificently pale beauty lying under my very excited dog. "I guess this is what I get for sneaking away from the press," she says through her laughter.
"I'm so sorry!" I say, pulling Hunter off of her. I snap the leash back on him and offer her a hand to stand up. As she straightens up, I am stunned by her huge doe-eyes and flushed cheeks. She sucks part of her bottom lip in her mouth and begins to chew on it as she looks down to her food-covered shirt.
"Well, this is going to make for some pretty interesting pictures. My manager is going to just love me!" She says with an eye roll as she wipes the food off onto the ground where Hunter is having a field day lapping it up as fast as it hits the ground.
I shrug off the green plaid short-sleeved shirt I have been wearing over my t-shirt and hold it out to her. "It's a little big, but at least it will cover the stain." I say.
"Thanks." She says with a smile as she puts in on, buttoning it part way and tying the end in a knot at her waist. "How does it look?" She asks, looking up at me shyly.
"Perfect," I reply, not taking my eyes off of her.
"I'm Bella," she introduces herself.
"Edward." I can't take my eyes off her. I drink in the view of how fucking amazing she looks in my shirt.
"Yeah, I uh ... not to sound fan-girlish, but I usually warm up to your music. It's relaxing."
"Warm up?"
"I'm a figure skater. I usually keep my IPod stuffed in my costume. I like to drown out the crowd before I compete."
"Fuck! How could I have not recognized you? I watched you compete at the Olympics with my mom," I say, rubbing my hand along the back of my neck. She blushes and looks down, her hair falling in front of her face. I take my hand and sweep it back over her shoulder. "Hey, fourth is fucking awesome as far as I'm concerned. You did something a lot of people dream of doing but can never say they did. You competed at the Olympics. You're an Olympian. That's something to be proud of."
She looks up at me through her long eyelashes. "Thanks, though my coaches, well ex-coaches would beg to differ," she says quietly.
"Then I guess it's a good thing they are your ex-coaches." Unable to keep my hands off of her any longer, I run the back of my knuckles down her cheek and I get her sexy blush.
She lets out a shaky breath. "I should really head back in. I'm sure my manager is going crazy wondering where I snuck off to," she tells me as she lets out a nervous laugh.
"I'll walk you back. I need to get in and get the pictures of Hunter and I done, then I need to take off and get ready for my show tonight," I say, bending down to scratch Hunter's chest.
"He is a beautiful dog. A rescue?"
"Yeah. His mom was hit by a car while she was pregnant. He was the only one to survive from the litter. My sister-in-law is a vet tech at the clinic where she was taken. She sent me a picture and I was head over heels and told her I would take him."
"Awwh! That is just ... WOW!" She says with wide, awe-filled eyes.
"You have any pets?"
"I did. His name was Rocket. He was a mixture of a lot of things. My parents rescued him from the pound when I was younger. He passed away about a year ago. He was fourteen."
"I'm sorry," I sympathize.
"He was an old dude. For a while between skating and school, he was my only friend. My source of comfort. I was lucky to be there when he passed. So, in his honor, I donated my royalties from the skating tour I was just on to the pound where we got him. That's why I'm here today."
"That's pretty amazing."
"I wanted to do something to honor him. He was important."
When we reach the door to head inside, I gently grab her arm. "Come to my show tonight, and then have dinner with me? I ... there's something in the air around us ... I'm not ready to let it go just yet."
She looks up at me, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "Okay," she breathes out as I exhale the breath I was holding in hopes she'd say yes.
I'm pulled from my thoughts by the cheers from the crowd. I watch as she makes her way to center ice and takes her bow. I smile as I watch her skate around the edge of the ice, shaking hands and accepting flowers from fans, stooping to a little girl in a wheel chair and giving her a hug.
A little while later, I hear a soft knock at the door and see the balding skater named Scott come in. "Hey man, nice to finally meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too," I reply, shaking his hand. "She still clueless about me being here?"
"Yep. We've been keeping her pretty busy so she doesn't wander off and happen upon your door," he says with a laugh. "So intermission is almost over. She is performing a group number right out of the gate, then there is another number after that, and then she is up to perform again." I take in the information he is giving me, nodding my head to let him know I'm following. "While she is doing her group number, I'll take you out and lead you to your next hiding place. We have a small raised stage set up with a chair. The mics are set up like you wanted and your amp is already set. The spotlight will hit on her first. You will remain in the dark while you play your intro. As you begin to sing, the light will shine on you, and let's just hope it all goes well from there."
"I hope so too!" I laugh with him, noticing the lights begin to flicker on the monitor alerting everyone that intermission is over.
"That's our cue to get moving."
I walk over and pick up my guitar, following him out into the hallway. As we walk down the hall, I hear Robin Thicke playing over the speakers.
If you can't hear what I'm trying to say
If you can't read from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf,
Maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind
I follow Scott to a tiny little area that is partitioned off by black curtains with a sign saying TECH CREW ONLY. As I walk through, I see my earpieces sitting on a stool along with a bottle of water. I set my guitar against the stool and begin to fasten them in place and clip the pack in the back of my jeans when I hear Scott yell out as he leaves, "Break a leg, man!"
I settle myself on the stool and look up at the monitor again, watching Blade in a sexy little tight, red lace dress that is over top of what she calls bloomers and bra top. She is skating around with three other women and two men.
Goddamn! She looks sexy as hell. I watch how her skates glide over the ice, how her muscles flex and extend with each movement. The red lace of her dress takes me back to months prior. It was a few weeks after the Olympics and I was so excited to take her on tour with me. I opted not to fly, but do it old school and rock the bus so Blade and I could have some time together.
"I can't believe you had a bus made for us," she gushed as we climbed the stairs and entered the living room area.
"Well, I'm a selfish bastard and I didn't want to share you."
"It looks so much bigger in here than it does when looking at the outside of it," she said, looking around at the big screen TV and the other toys I had the bus pimped-out with.
"Come on fangirl, let me show you my favorite part," I said, tugging her hand to lead her to the back of the bus. I pushed open the door and guided her in. Staring back at us was a huge bed, already opened and waiting for us to christen.
She walked further into the room, looking around at the small closet and dresser drawers. She stared down at the bed as I came up behind her. I pulled her hair to the side and began placing kisses up her neck, making my way up to her ear.
"I thought you told me you don't sleep on tour buses?" she teased, raising her eyebrow at me.
"It isn't intended for sleeping," I whispered in her ear.
She turned her head to me and I captured her lips with mine. I slid my tongue into her mouth, placing my hand on her back and spinning her around so she was facing me. I felt her hands slide up my chest, pulling my t-shirt up as she went. When she had it up and over my head, she spun me around and pushed me onto the bed.
I watched as she climbed on top of me, straddling my legs. I reached up and ripped her t-shirt down the middle. I sucked in a deep breath and was met with her red lace-covered breasts. Fucking hell, my cock twitched and we both moaned. My hands grabbed at her perfect mounds and began rubbing and squeezing them. I felt her hard nipples on my palms, and I drug my thumbs back and forth over them.
I felt her kiss her way down my chest, down my happy trail, stopping at my belt buckle. I watched her fingers unhook my belt and open up my button-fly jeans. I raised my hips to let her pull them and my boxers down. Before I had a chance to think, she took my cock into her mouth and began sucking.
"Fucking hell! God damn! I love your mouth, woman!" I moaned out as she ran her tongue up over the vein of my cock as she bobbed her head up and down. I felt her start to fondle my balls and closed my eyes to begin reciting the Greek alphabet to keep from cumming too soon.
I sat up a bit and reached over to grab her lower half and pull her up and over my face. I slid her jean skirt up over hips and ran my nose over her lace-covered pussy. "You fucking smell amazing, Blade," I groaned out before I ripped her panties off and plunged my tongue into her.
"Oh fuck! So ... uhh ... God, your tongue!" She cried out before putting her mouth back over my cock.
I sucked and nipped at her clit, pushing two then three of my fingers into her. "Fuck! You're so tight, baby!" I ground out, causing her to moan around my cock and making me moan around her clit!
I felt her begin to suck harder and my balls begin to tighten up. I was gonna cum and there wasn't anything I do to hold it back, so I curled my fingers inside of her and bit down on her clit. I was rewarded with another hard moan as she began to cum. I drank her in and she swallowed me down her throat triggering my own orgasm. I bucked up into her mouth as she ground down on my face.
After a few hours of fucking, then making love, we lay curled up holding each other. "Thank you," she whispered as she looked into my eyes.
"For what?"
"I was broken … for a long time. I just felt ... just broken in a million tiny pieces. You found those pieces and put them back together when I was too tired to do it myself," she told me with tears in her eyes.
"Oh Blade," I said, pulling her tighter to my chest, kissing the top of her head. "You put me back together too."
So lost in thought, I'm pulled from my memory by the stage hand coming into my hiding spot. "Alright, you've got three minutes to get into place," he says, pulling open the curtain leading out to the small stage. Nodding, I pick up my guitar and follow him out.
I take my seat on the stool and begin to adjust the mic in front of me. I feel one of the techs adjusting the mic on my guitar. "Break a leg, man ... and good luck," he offers before exiting the way he brought me in. I crack my neck and pull the pick from my pocket.
"Ladies and gentlemen, one more time, miss Bella Swan," the announcer says. The audience claps as she skates out with a spotlight following her. I watch as she skates a small circle before taking her starting position. Once I see she is in place, I let my fingers loose over my guitar strings. The chords flow from me as she begins gliding along the ice and then I feel the spotlight hit me as my mouth draws close to the mic.
I was alone
I was tired but now I'm bound
My head is off the ground
I see her head snap over to the stage as both she and the crowd finally notices that I'm singing live for her. The audience pops and she stops skating for a moment. I pick up with the lyrics again, hoping she will keep going.
For a long time I was so weary
Tired of the sound, I've heard before
Knowing of the nights I'm out the door
Haunted by the things I've made
Stuck between the burning light and the dusty shade
Thankfully she picks right back up, not missing a beat. I watch as she glides into her set up for a jump. As she lands, I pick up speed on my strumming, stretching it out as she lands, arms spread wide. I smile into the mic and watch as my words wrap around her body, taking hold of her.
Said I used to think the past was dead and gone
But I was wrong, so wrong
Whatever makes you blind must make you strong, make you strong
In my time I've melted into many forms
From the day that I was born, I know that there is no place to hide
Stuck between the burning shade and the fading light
I love watching her bend and shape her body to my lyrics, our lyrics. Broken souls that found each other. A lonely rocker who let himself get jaded by fame and a lonely skater who allowed the sport to take over her life.
I was broken for a long time
But it's over now
Said I was broken for a long time
But it's over now
Yes and you,
yeah well you walk these lonely streets that people send, people send
There are some wounds that just can't mend
And I do pretend
Now I'm free from all the things that take my friends
And I will stand here till the end
Now I know I can take the moon
Stuck between the burning shade and the faded light
I watch in awe as she slips into small jumps and launches herself into triples and doubles. I keep reminding myself that I have to keep singing when all I want to do is soak in her toned body that hypnotizes the crowd every night, a body I've missed over the weeks we've been apart.
I was broken for a long time
But it's over now, it's over now
Mm it's over now, now, now
It's over now, it's over now.
It's over now, now
Said I was broken for a long time
But it's over, but it's over
But it's over, but it's over
But it's over, but it's over
But it's over now, now, now, now
But it's over, love is over
But it's over now
But it's over, love is over
But it's over now, now, now
I was broken for a long time now
But it's over, but it's over now yeah
Over now, it's all over, it's over now.
(I Was Broken by Marcus Foster, the version I used sung by Robert Pattinson)
As I strum the last note, our eyes lock as she takes her end pose at center ice and I smirk at her. I mouth 'I love you' to her and she mouths it back. I smile from ear to ear as she takes her bow to the audience and then she points over to me and claps as the audience acknowledges me. I raise my guitar over my head and wave.
I watch as Scott skates out through the black curtain. She glides over to him and they hug. I watch them exchange words as I pull out my earpieces and hang them over my shoulders.
"Did we surprise you, Bells?" he asks her, pushing the mic to her mouth.
"Yes!" She heaves out, trying to catch her breath. The crowd laughs along with Scott and me. "Give a girl some warning next time." She looks over to me, "You ... you're in so much trouble later on!" she mocks, getting another laugh.
"Well, maybe he can change your mind," Scott says as he backs away from her a bit, pushing her towards me.
I grab the mic from the stand and walk to the edge of the stage. As she reaches the stage, I pull her up. Looking into her eyes, I say, "I fell in love with you the moment my dog knocked you over and spilled your food down your shirt. Our love story is long and filled with excitement. I hope the fun and excitement never ends. I want to explore the world with you; I want to make a lifetime of memories with you. I want to grow old with you. Isabella Marie Swan, no measure of time with you is enough, but ..." Wiping away a tear that escapes her eye before dropping to one knee, I continue, "let's start with forever. Blade, will you marry me?" I hold out the platinum band with an oval shaped diamond in the center.
I hear her gasp as she nods her head yes and I slip the ring on her finger. "Yes! I love you so much, Chord!" She yells over the roar of the crowd as I pick her up and spin her around.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen!" Scott announces. We look over and see her fellow skaters on the ice clapping along with my band mates and our families off to the side.
I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist and then I kiss the hell out of my fiancé.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Leave me some love and let me know what you think. I'll be back with the next chapter when it is free to be posted. Hugs to everyone.
