O, hai guyz.

So... I asked to hopefully get to 35 reviews for the last chapter. HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT, Y'ALL!

If I could, I would create a new religion called FanFictism and basically bow down and kiss your feet. I'm at what, 68 reviews? With FOUR chapters?! THAT'S OVER 30 MORE THAN I WANTED!

WHAT? Holla, bitches! I wouldn't mind getting up to like 88? Wanna make it happen? It may get the chapter out faster, just like this one.

SO to my 68 FUCKING FIERCE bitches, I salute you. I'm posting this early as a reward to you all.

This chapter... contains a lime. In all honesty, I've never written any citrus things before, so I would really appreciate it if you guys could help me along! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS WANNA READ ;] Tell me, I'll write it.

As well, in this chapter, you get to see a softer side of Bella for a bit --- not a FLUFFY thing, whatsoever, but a softer side of her. More... innocent without innocence, if you will.

The next chapter, however, is going to be basically one large fruit salad, with a bit of normal shit at the end. I hinted at it at the end of the 4th chapter, actually. Very subtle, but it's there. I think about 3 people have found it so far.

So, here it is.

Disclaimer: HI, I'm reekaleeks, and I do not own Twilight. The first step to recovery is admitting the problem.

BPOV:

I could see the faces whizzing by me as Edward dragged me through the crowded house. Of course, I was more focused on the fact that Sex-Pot was touching – no, holding my hand.

Easy, girl. Simmer down.

Essentially, I was just loving life. Even when I would trip over someone who got in our way as Edward plowed through the crowds, I would simply turn back and – with my free hand – make a gun shape, wink and say, "Howdy, partner!" No doubt, I looked like a tool.

Edward turned around and flashed his crooked grin at me as we started up the stairs. If he was trying to get the oven all hot and ready… it worked. Big time. However, I noticed something behind his eyes – he was hiding something. Sure, his pupils may have been huge – making his eyes almost entirely black – but the usual brightness was missing.

I paid no mind to it, thanks to the ecstasy high.

His grip tightened on my palm by the time we reached the top of the stairs and he stopped suddenly. Since I had been lost in my thoughts, I smashed right, smack-dab into the middle of his shoulder blades.

Oh, hello there, muscles! I'm Bella; I hope to meet you shortly.

"Edward! Man, you would be hooking up with someone already," a voice hollered, "who's the lucky babe?"

I poked my head under Edward's right arm to see who was blocking my path to Pleasuretown. I wanted to ride the rainbows and unicorns as soon as possible.

Mike's hair was sticking out in every direction possible – he must have been running his hands through it a lot. He had a 26er of Captain's in his left hand which he sipped on before noticing my head sticking out from Edward's side. He spat out his mouthful of rum.

"Bella! You came up! Wow, um, shall we?" He gestured to the bedroom. It was kind of cute how flustered he was, but still creepy that he was so determined. He must have been shit-faced to not notice that I was the lucky bitch who was going to be Edward's fantastic fuck.

Edward turned to me with a wicked smirk and ran his hand through his hair, leaving it on his head. His black eyes peered into mine and I couldn't help but smirk back. I decided to give Sex-Pot a little preview of what was to come.

"Mike," I said while walking to his side, "I'm Edward's bitch tonight."

His face fell and he brought the 26er back to his lips and chugged a good shot or two.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to my eye-level.

"Mikey, Mikey, Mikey," I whispered as I pulled his face toward mine. I heard the bottle drop from his hand. I pecked him lightly and looked to Edward while I did so. He looked… interested. I let go of Mike's neck and grabbed Edward's hand.

"Thanks for letting me come, Mike," I shouted over my shoulder.

I pulled Edward into the large bedroom as we laughed at the sounds outside the door. Mike was shouting that he had just kissed me, which was then followed by a series of responses consisting of "bull-shit", "yeah, right" and "okay, Mike, and I'm Barack Obama…"

"I can't believe you just kissed him, Bella," Edward groaned. He shut the door and leaned back against it as I ran toward the king-sized bed against the farthest wall.

I flopped down on the black sheets and sighed. Everything was spinning a little bit, but I felt completely content for the first time – well, since the last time I popped E, that is.

"Oh, please, Edwardo, that's like how I kiss my mother," I chuckled. It really was nothing.

He lay down beside me and propped himself up on his left elbow, "Oh, really? Well, if she looks anything like you, I'm sure I wouldn't mind seeing that spectacle for myself." He then proceeded to wink at me.

Remember how I said that no one winked anymore, and that the only person who looked hot while doing so was Jasper?

I was so wrong. So wrong, in fact, I think my mind may have blown up at the sight of that wink.

I shook my head a few times to try to clear it, but it was a lost cause. I closed my eyes.

"You feel that?" I asked him, "the vibrations?"

"Yeah, I do," he whispered.

My body had been vibrating from the moment he shut the door… believe me, it was a fantastic feeling. Almost like when you're brushing your teeth with an electric toothbrush, and you close your lips around it and it shakes your mouth. Like that, but all over your body.

Edward started brushing my hair with his fingers and playing with strands. It felt absolutely amazing, to say the least.

I started to hum another song as he stroked my curls.

"God, Bella, do you lurk through my iPod or something?" he laughed. It sounded different this time. I opened my eyes to look at his face and noticed that he looked the complete opposite of how Jasper had looked earlier on in the night.

Edward looked like he was older – not physically, of course, but the expressions on his face were of maturity. It was kind of a shock.

"Fuck no, Edward, I've got my own collection, thank you very much."

He leaned against the headboard and pulled me closer toward him. I rested my head on his thigh so I could stare right up into his face.

"I just mean… I don't know what I mean, Bella. You listen to the exact same music as I do," he rubbed his eyes, "that was Shine On by Humble Pie, right?"

"Yep." I'm brilliant with responses, clearly.

"I don't think any of the rest of the group know Humble Pie…," he whispered.

Edward looked down at me then. He smiled a sad smile, pupils huge and intimidating. Quite the odd combination, actually.

"Bella, I know we haven't known each other that long yet… but I think you can tell that you bring out a different side of me. My normal side, I guess—"

"Ah, yes, Funny Edward. I like him a lot more than Mufasa Edward,"

"Mufasa Edward?" He began to trace patterns on my left forearm distractedly.

"You know, when you're acting all tough and alpha-male cum-master-like. I can tell you only do it because you have to keep up impressions with these motherfuckers," I mumbled. His hand was severely distracting. I didn't want his fingers on my forearm. I wanted them elsewhere, if you catch my drift.

I looked up to study his face. I'd never really spent a great deal of time examining his features because, though I may be outgoing and whatnot, I don't want Sex-Pot thinking I'm a fucking creep.

He was staring at his hand on my arm as it moved around in circles. I noticed he would clench and unclench his jaw a lot, too. Though, that was probably just from the E. His hair was messier than usual and was extra shiny and bronze under the lights.

Basically, Edward's hair looked like a brand spankin' new penny.

His eyelashes were ridiculously long and I almost asked him if he curled them or something. I'd never seen anything like them. He had full lips, too, and paired with the eyelashes, he looked so innocent.

Minus the fact that we were both fucked stupid on drugs right now.

"You're right, it is for impressions. I'm not nearly as much of a jackass as James is, but I'm not nearly as funny as Emmett. I guess I'm stuck somewhere in the middle in reality, so I just act tougher to suit my role in the school," Edward sighed, "however, I am a pretty cocky bastard. That probably won't be changing anytime soon, either. I'm by no means a gentleman." He wiggled his eyebrows and smiled.

I gave that one a hearty chuckle and agreed with him. He was a cocky bitch.

The moment was short lived; he was back to serious Edward, "I guess my entire point is that I want you to know you can trust me. With anything."

I rolled my eyes, "Thanks, Dr. Phil. I thought ecstasy was supposed to make you… ecstatic, not serious."

"Bella, what happened on August 25th, 2007?"

My breathing stopped. I could feel his eyes burning holes into mine. I stared at the ceiling beside his head, instead.

"Nothing." It didn't come out as more than a squeak. An uncomfortable squeak.

Edward began rubbing comforting circles on my stomach and stroking my hair at the same time. I relaxed significantly.

"Please? Dish to me. I'll listen," he said.

Even though I should have been furious and crying at the memory of that day, I couldn't help but be horribly happy.

Stupid ecstasy.

"It's nothing significant, really, it just happened to fuck me up a lot," I started.

"Everything is significant, Bella,"

"Yes, well… no. I just… ugh." I pulled at my hair and rubbed my eyes.

What the hell… maybe all I needed was a pair of ears to listen to me and my trivial, shitty problems.

"Fuck, okay. Basically, back in Phoenix, Jasper and I were best friends, as you know. However, we've never told you that we used to have another best friend. His name was Laurent," I ran my hand over Edward's hand on my stomach, "I'd always had a different bond with Laurent. Jasper and I were constantly joking about sex and shit, while Laurent was my confidant – the only person I could really talk to. A month before the day from hell, Jasper and I started hooking up and growing closer and closer because of it."

I paused to breathe a little before diving into the shitty part,

"Well, Jasper was also Laurent's absolute best friend. We may have been best friends, but Jasper had always been closer with Laurent than me. Bromance, if you will. So, I'd told Laurent that I'd started fooling around with some guy from school but I wouldn't tell him who it was. He even asked Jasper if he knew who it was, but of course, Whitlock didn't want to admit it. So, around rolls August 25th, the day Laurent was having a kegger. Naturally, I got wasted and ended up lying in one of the bedrooms to simmer down. This spins are a bitch, you know. I told Jasper where I was going in case he wanted to come… find me, later on."

I studied Edward's stone expression and continued on.

"So in waltzes Laurent, drunk as a pirate and came to lay with me on the bed. We were talking like usual when he just kind of… pounced on me and was really, I don't know, not himself. So my best friend that was practically my therapist is busy trying to force himself on me, while I'm crying out asking what the fuck he thought he was doing. He kept saying how I wanted it and that he'd always known I'd had a thing for him. I screamed out about how I didn't have a thing for him, but for Jasper instead. He backed off and… I've never seen someone so furious. As if on cue, Jasper walks in and gets tackled to the ground by Laurent. They're rolling around fighting and bloodying each other up pretty badly. I'm busy screaming my ass off because I don't want either to get hurt."

My eyes started to water a little bit. Stupid ecstasy, it was making me anxious.

"So then Jasper managed to get Laurent off of him and asked what was going on. Laurent explained the whole situation minus the trying to hook up with me part… but judging by Jasper's expression, he knew Laurent had tried. Laurent started screaming that he'd trusted Jasper and that I was his, not Jasper's and that 'brothers don't do that to each other'. Jasper looked absolutely crushed that his best friend was so pissed at him until Laurent turned to me and started calling me a bitch and slut. Normally those words don't bother me, but it was the moment I realized it was true. I was a bitch – I hooked up with one of my best friends and left the other in the dark about it."

"You're not a bitch, Bella," Edward whispered.

"I am. Just listen. So while Laurent is calling me on my shit, Jasper reaches around and punches him in the gut yelling that he of all people should not be insulting me. Laurent stood up and knocked Jasper in the chest, breaking some ribs, while asking Jasper who he 'picked', him or me. That Jasper couldn't have both, anymore. Not a best friend and a best fuck friend. Jasper looked torn to shreds – not only from the ribs, either. I was just sitting there crying and crying. Waiting for the moment he picked Laurent over me. But that moment never came because he ended up choosing me, instead. Jasper explained how a real friend would never make him pick, nor would he call his 'best friend' a slut. Jasper put all the blame on himself saying he'd made the move and everything, gone behind Laurent's back. Jasper walked over to the bed, grabbed my arm and dragged me away. That was the last time I saw Laurent. In one night, I managed to ruin Jasper's life and lose the one person that would listen to me. I'd fucked up at the expense of my last remaining best friend. The fact that Jasper has stuck by me even though I ruined his friendship… that is my biggest regret. I regret that Jasper chose me over Laurent."

Edward seemed put off by what I had just said.

"That's hardly in your control. Jasper can pick who he wants, and judging by what you've said about that fucktard Laurent, I think he made the right choice."

"It doesn't matter what kind of idiot Laurent was. Jasper hasn't been genuinely happy ever since that day. It was all my fault."

Edward tugged on my hair to make me look at him. His eyes were frighteningly intense.

"It's not your fault, Bella."

I opened my mouth to protest but Edward leaned down and caught my lips in his.

Instinctively, I gasped and pushed him off quickly. I panted while staring at him sitting in front of my with his mouth hanging open. My expression quickly turned evil and I grabbed the back of his neck to pull him into me again.

FUCK YES. FUCK YES. FUCK YES. FUCK YES.

Our mouths worked eagerly as I moved to straddle his waist. I moaned into his mouth as I felt him beneath me. I ran my hands down his back to bring him impossibly closer.

Oh, hello, muscles. Remember me?

I started grinding my hips into his as he ran his hands up my calves, massaging them. He didn't bother with asking for entrance to my mouth – he demanded that shit. Our tongues were duelling for dominance as Edward worked his way up my thighs and I continued to grind into his hips.

Without hesitation, I pulled off his shirt as he pushed me backwards to lie on top of me. Needless to say, the friction was a-fucking-mazing and I could already tell that Edward was going to be big.

He sucked on my tongue roughly, moaning while he did so, before beginning to work my neck. I threaded my hands into his hair as I moaned at the tingling sensation from the drugs and Edward's skill combined. He pulled me up to rip off my shirt before palming my tits and rubbing against my dripping pussy.

I pulled his lips back to mine and took control this time. I pushed him onto his back and removed my bra. He groaned my name and I felt his dick twitch beneath me. My hips started their magic again as he reached up to cup my breasts and pull my mouth to his. I could feel the pressure building between my thighs.

"E-Edward," I panted.

He flipped me onto my back again and began to suck on my tits and reaching his hand higher and higher up my thigh.

"Bella," he breathed, "what do you want?"

"You," I whimpered, "you."

Edward's magical hands found their way to my thong and dragged it down agonizingly slow. I groaned, not willing to be patient right now.

Horny Bella gets what she wants.

"Edward, don't be a pussy-tease!"

He smirked up at me as he thrust a finger inside me. I should have been expecting it but I gasped and grabbed the sheets anyway. He began to work his hands, adding another finger and rubbing my clit. His name was pouring out of my mouth like it was the only word in my vocabulary. There were so many other things I wanted to scream, moan and groan to him… but his name was really all I could think of.

He leaned up over my body and kissed me roughly again – absorbing my hushed cries into his mouth. His fingers increased in pace, curling and thrusting and rubbing. The feel of his tongue in my mouth alone was good enough to get me off.

"Bella, you have no idea how badly I want you. God, you're so amazingly sexy. All I want to do is thrust into your tight, wet pussy over and over again and listen to you scream my name."

Edward put all of his weight onto my lower abdomen, working his hand into a frenzy on my clit. The pressure on my abdomen and the actions beneath that sent me fucking bungee-jumping off the edge.

Yes, bungee-jumping, because his David Copperfield hands did not only put me through one fucking amazing orgasm but two.

Two.

I leaned back into the pillow with a small smile playing on my lips as I watched Edward take his fingers from me and lick them clean.

Of course, I was ready for round two right there and then.

"Shit, Bella, you taste like… caramel!"

I chuckled at all of the comments I could have said in response, but decided to keep my mouth shut as Edward crawled up the bed to lay beside me.

I hopped onto his hips, "Don't you want me to return the favour?" I ground my hips once.

"Mmm, next time. Foreplay is fucking epic on E, but… well, it's hard to get it up when you're high."

I nodded my head in understanding.

"Well, if it's any consolation, Edwardo," I said while wiggling my eyebrows, "your fingers could probably have their own show at Caesar's Palace in Vegas or something – seriously, I don't even want to know how you got so skilled. And your tongue, fuck me, if it works that well in my mouth, I can just imagine…"

There was a soft knock on the door and I flew off Edward to pull my bra and shirt back on.

"Edward?" the voice called softly from the other side, "I need to talk to you."

Hokay, so I know that wasn't the best lemon at all, but the next chapter's will be a lot... steamier. Hotter, if you will. More... long, hard wood involved.

This one was more or less a display of trust.

As for Bella's regret -- it's not so much the regret that's dramatic, but the significance of it later on. I can practically see the gears turning in your heads.

So yes, I suppose you can review now and tell me some lemony ideas. NO CONDIMENT IDEAS, THOUGH! Fuck, I don't know about you, but I know my Bella would fucking hate being slathered up in chocolate sauce.