BPOV
We were both fucking soaked by the time we got back to his place, but the rain had settled to a light drizzle when we got back towards Brentwood.
Edward flipped on a light as we got inside which hurt my eyes. I was still pretty buzzed, but the ride back and the wind had mostly sobered me up. I walked over to the mirror in the entryway, noticing that my hair was severely matted by the ride and the rain. I looked like hell and my shirt was clinging to me like I had tried to win a wet fucking t-shirt contest. Which I wouldn't mind so much, except for the fact that I was fucking freezing, despite Edward insisting I wear his jacket.
I looked up and caught him staring at me in the mirror.
Of course he looked like a fucking poster boy for an A&F Ad. His damp copper hair fell into his face, his blue T-shirt completely soaked through, along with his jeans.
He smiled at me and continued taking off his shoes, until he caught me shiver.
"Time to get you out of those clothes."
I turned and grinned at him. "Is that the best line you have?"
"No, and if I was using a line, you'd know it."
"I'm still pretty buzzed, you might have some success in laying some more cheesy lines on me."
"This from the girl who used a fucking movie line to tell me I'm worth it," he laughed.
I knew he had paid off that asshole for me. Edward was used to all that paparazzi bullshit, and the perfectly worded tagline to get the public to think whatever the media wanted them to. If those pictures were to see the light of day, not only would our relationship be exposed, but because of all the whoring up Edward had supposedly done in the past, I would look like his next conquest.
"Sentiment still holds true," I replied, giving him a pointed look in the mirror.
"So is that the Sammy A talking or you?" He asked, sarcastically guiding me upstairs.
"Which do you want it to be?"
He gave me a which do you fucking think look? "Of course it's the Sammy. Do you think I'd actually admit to that sober?" I asked smirking.
"Smart ass," he replied laughing.
"Did you just steal my line, Hollywood?" I asked as we got to the top of the stairs, a little pissed that he couldn't come up with something more creative than that, but amused that he had mimicked me.
"I took dramatic license with your line," he started with a snicker, "and technically you don't own it, because there is no copyright." he continued. "And frankly, I delivered it better."
I don't know who the fuck he thought he was talking to, but the boy must've been confused and thought he was talking to one of those air-headed starlets that he had co-starred with.
"What delusional world are you living in? My lines are fucking golden and cannot be duplicated by anyone half as well as my fuckawesome ass can deliver them. So zip your lip and save those lukewarm pirated lines for when you're getting paid," I teased and bumped my shoulder into his.
"I'm sorry. I lost you after 'fuckawesome ass'," he responded, his eyebrow raised and a cocky grin appeared as he leered at my aforementioned asset. A question played on his lips, but I gathered he was too chicken shit to ask whether or not I've ever had my back door tapped.
My grin mirrored his. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I goaded, smugly.
I didn't exactly have an exit only sign tattooed on my ass cheeks, but I never let any douche bag I had been with snuggle his dick in no mans land either.
"Actually, I would."
"Too bad it's none of your fucking business," I retorted with a shrug and my best I know something you don't know smile.
"Since I'm dating you, I'm making it my business."
"You're already in the business of taking direction from someone. Stick with your day job and take my direction and let it fucking go." I laughed, taking a few steps forward.
"I can always make you tell me," he warned, as he took a few quick steps in order to stand in front of me.
I rolled my eyes in response, but it is really funny to see how butt hurt he was becoming. Pun fully fucking intended.
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Okay you had your warning." He proceeded to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I half shouted and half laughed, completely taken off guard. "I am in a prime position to inflict severe bodily harm."
He snickered. "I'm not going to put you down until you tell me. Besides, I don't think Tulip will be very happy if you put Slugger out of commission."
"I sure as hell won't be!" Tulip yelled. "Just tell him that I'm the only hole accepting pole around here before you do something stupid!"
"Fine, No I've never had my brown eye poked. Alright?" I informed him slapping him playfully on the back.
"Good, at least part of you is virginal," he quipped and ran his hand over the swell of my left cheek and kneaded it.
"Oh bite me choir boy!" I responded, pretending to be exasperated with his caveman bullshit, but on some sick level I didn't want him to put me down.
"Gladly," he laughed and pulled down the band of my already slipping jeans and gently bit the top of my ass.
"Holy fucking Shit! That's hot." I heard Tulip pant in her best Paris Hilton. "Ask him to do it again, harder this time!"
He left a small kiss over the bite and ran his tongue just to my hip and bit me again. A low whimper escaped my lips.
"Who knew you had volume control?" he remarked drawing me out of the omg he just fucking bit my ass haze.
"If I had known you were taking requests, I would have told you to eat me," I responded.
"Too bad hindsight is twenty-twenty bitch" Tulip whined. "I could have used a spit shine."
"That only makes you louder," he asserted, finally letting me down next to the door of his bedroom.
"I've changed the decor a little since the last time you were in here. Close your eyes."
"Unless you've added a heart shaped bed and mirrors on the ceiling it's nothing I haven't seen before." I replied, annoyed, but closed my eyes anyway.
He led me inside and I heard a light flick on. "You can open them now," he said quietly.
I opened my eyes, not entirely sure what the hell I was supposed to be looking at until I saw the wall.
"Holy Shit," I whispered. "You weren't fucking kidding, were you?"
The four pictures I had sent him of me barely covered by tulips were blown up and framed, hanging in succession down his wall.
The same wall he had fucked me against on the night of the Globes.
His hand slipped into mine and I couldn't help the huge smile that broke across my face.
It was almost like a shrine to our first fuck. He wasn't exaggerating when he said he was a sappy motherfucker.
"That was the day I got my name!" Tulip cried. "But I'm prettier than those fucking flowers."
"And you had a problem with me getting off to shirtless GQ pictures? You have a fucking centerfold spread of me on your wall," I laughed, sweeping my thumb across the back of his hand.
"I figured since I imagined fucking you against that wall and in every other place around my house and in your office, hanging them here was appropriate," he answered, intertwining our fingers.
I smiled and shook my head. "You act like it was some fucking coveted honor that you're commemorating."
"It was to me. It still is Bella," he confessed timidly. His free hand slipped up and around my neck and his thumb trailed down my cheek. "But tonight was better, it's nice knowing we can be more than this," he took his hand away and held up a folded piece of familiar paper.
That can't be what the fuck I think it is? I unfolded it. There was one word. Suffer.
The sentimental douche had even saved my note.
"Why would you save this?"
"Because you gave it to me, even if it was to piss me off.," he explained. "I knew as soon as you sent it we'd get here, that you'd eventually let me get to know you. I'll have better memories of tonight than of anything that occurred against that wall."
"He's fucking kidding right?" Tulip snarled. "He's been cockblocking Slugger for days and now he's spewing this bullshit? The boy must be trippin'."
Hold onto your fucking panties Tulip.
Here he was being so damn sweet and honest, telling me not only that fucking me was some commemorative event, but that he likes getting to know me and that it's better than fucking me and all I could do is stand there and chew on my fucking tongue because I didn't know what the fuck to say back. My inner bitch was ready to rip him to shreds for being a pussy.
My subconscious had a sign up that said "back in five minutes"
Fucking flat-leaving bitch.
"I guess that means you want to go out again?" I asked, completely ruining the moment with my lack of intimacy skills.
"It's something I want to continue indefinitely," he answered hurriedly, still stroking my cheek, his fingers trailing down my neck. His eyes still locked on mine.
"Me too," I answered, almost quicker than him.
The smile that stretched across his face was the most genuine one I had ever seen grace his lips and his eyes had an excited little boy on Christmas morning glow. He looked like he had just won some amazing fucking prize.
"Really?" he quizzed. "I would have thought with Caffy..." he trailed off.
"That wasn't your fault," I said stopping him. "And you did just basically pay three g's to keep me all to yourself, so I suppose I owe you a few more times of gracing you with my awesome presence."
My inner bitch had completely abandoned me. Why the hell did she chose now to take a fucking sabbatical?
"I have no fucking idea," my subconscious smiled wickedly, hiding a bottle of chloroform behind her back.
She slapped Tulip a high five and shared a knowing look before they walked away humming "Ding dong the witch is dead."
"You don't owe me any..." he started.
"I want to," I admitted, cutting him off.
I had decided after being ambushed by that jerk-off at the bar, that I could add dating Edward to the list, and even though I had no fucking clue what that entailed, I could somehow figure out how to do this shit. I managed to leave Forks and survive on the bottom rung of the fashion industry, I could figure out how to date.
Fucking high-schoolers did this shit, I mean hell even I had done it before, but there was something about this particular set up that was bothering me.
"You fucking hate those famewhores," my inner bitch croaked, looking disheveled.
"Oh it is fucking on like Kong bitch!" Tulip screamed. "Let me introduce your Slugger interrupting ass to my fists of fire!"
Edward was running slow deep kisses over my neck and my shoulder, while trying to untie the strings of my shirt.
I suddenly felt like I had been lying to him.
There I was the ultimate celebrity hating bitch who would have a motherfucking root canal rather than deal with their vain, fame craving asses and I had not only let myself continually get fucked by one, but now I was dating one.
"I fucking hate celebrities, Edward," I admitted, in a hushed voice, even though that wasn't an entirely true statement anymore.
"Yeah, so do I," he mumbled into my tits.
I laughed and ran my hand through his hair. Obviously having his head buried in my cha cha's wasn't a good time to confess anything.
"But you are one," I reminded, as my top fell to the floor.
"Self-loathing is a bitch," he responded light heartedly, reaching around and undoing my bra.
I felt like he wasn't taking me seriously, which was fucking killing my ability to enjoy what he was doing.
"Just go with it," Tulip urged, breathlessly looking like she had just given a severe fucking beatdown. "I didn't just kick the shit out of that bitch so you could continue with the talkie-talkie bullshit!"
"It doesn't bother you?" I pressed, unsure of why I actually cared if it did.
He tilted his head up to look at me, "Bella, I'm an actor, being a celebrity is just a really inconvenient side effect. It doesn't define who I am."
"You didn't answer my question."
He huffed slightly. "Is it going to keep you from dating me?"
"It hasn't so far," I muttered.
"Then I don't really care, but don't hate the player, hate the game," he smirked.
"You chose the game, the game didn't choose you," I laughed quietly.
"Everything you want has a price," he said sadly, and pulled back to look at me.
I suddenly realized he wasn't talking about his career, but me. I knew I hadn't been exactly accommodating or easy going with him considering this is who I am and all I knew how to do, but I promised myself right then, that the least I could do was try.
I took the Suffer note, ripped it in half, and let it fall to the floor.
A small surprised grin tweaked his lips, then he pulled me back to him and we picked up where we left off.
Hi You've reached Tulip and Slugger we're off having a bump and grind session, please leave a message after the beep.
**Sexy Silk**
"Earth to Bella?" Alice called out loudly, startling me.
"Fuck Alice! What?"
"Where were you just now?"
"Hello? Standing right fucking here," I responded, pointing to myself. I knew what she meant, but I was too embarrassed to admit that I had been thinking about the night Edward and I had together after our first date.
She started giggling and put her hand on my shoulder. "Looked like you were daydreaming."
"Uh huh, about pink unicorns and fucking butterflies," I laughed, dodging.
"Now I know you're lying," she smiled. "So you guys have been going out for what, three weeks now?"
"If you mean meeting secretly and trying to avoid crowded places, then yes."
We only managed to see each other a couple of times over the last few weeks, because spring premieres had already started up and Alice was put in charge of almost all of the coordinating. Tanya had decided that Angela would accompany her and Lauren to Fashion Week L.A. events and then to some other event out of state and would be coming back tomorrow. Edward was in negotiations to start filming another movie and helping Jasper to relocate.
Alice broke the sound barrier with her screaming when I causally told her Edward was going to mention her to Jasper. Spouting off something about what a great musician he is and how he looks so much better with scruff, how cute his smile is ...I stopped listening after that. My brain couldn't adjust to Alice's ear-splitting frequency for any longer without my head imploding.
Slore two had taken a leave of absence, spouting off something about a stressful work environment. My guess was that she was busy getting nipped, tucked, stuffed and medicated by Beverly Hills finest plastic peddlers and would return with more Xanax than blood running in her veins.
Edward and I had managed to sneak into a movie once during all the fucking craziness, but that had turned into a grope session that ended up with us fucking around back at my place. Another time, we ended up going for a drive up the coast and ducking into a hole in the wall place near Santa Barbara for dinner, the most recent time he brought me lunch at the office, but because Alice was there playing cockblocker queen, that was the extent of anything. Of course we were still texting and calling each other like bitches in between.
Don't remind me of how fucking pathetic that sounds. I am already horrified at the goofy fucking smile that plasters itself to my face when I hear my new ringtone for him.
In addition to our embarrassingly sappy texting and fucking phone calls, I had been trying to arrange a date for us all last week.
Yes. I was arranging a date for Edward and I. I was surprised as fuck too.
"I'm not," My subconscious (henceforth to be known as "pain in the ass" or "Pita" for short, since she lives up to the name so fucking well) pipped up.
Oh my fucking god! Please tell me you didn't give that bitch a name too? Tulip complained. "She doesn't even have anything remotely interesting to say!"
"Fuck off tuna mouth! I've got loads to say!"
"Don't make me cut you poser!" Tulip ranted.
Shut the fuck up would you? They both grumbled and went back to their corners mumbling under their breath.
Anyway, it wasn't so much a date as it was an admission of sorts. He was constantly asking me about why I had come to LA and what I had actually wanted to do rather than play Alice's retriever. So I decided to just show him to shut him up.
The local FIDM campus was having an exhibit for costumes of 2010 movies, so I decided to see if I could pull some strings. Well actually I cussed the bitch out there for telling me I couldn't have a private walk through after-hours. Apparently being an alumni no matter how high up in your class doesn't mean shit, unless your name has been attached to a film or a show. Alice overheard me and graciously offered to call her back and dropped a few names being the sneaky bitch that she was, and got "Mrs. too good for her own shit" to agree to it.
I finally got an email a few days ago saying that they would be happy to accommodate me, but only for an hour and only today.
"Does he know where you're taking him tonight?" Alice questioned and took a drink of her coffee.
I shook my head. "He's fucking clueless."
Unlike him, I didn't need to spread bullshit in order to cover my tracks. Though, I was seriously starting to wonder if this was entirely a good idea. I mean we'd been out in public a few times now and had managed to stay off the radar, but I didn't know how much longer we were going to be able to pull it off.
I heard my new ringtone for Edward go off then and felt the stupid fucking grin creep up.
Darlin' you are the only exception. You are the only exception.
Oh fuck off. I can change my damn ringtone if I want to.
"Hey Beautiful," he sighed heavily.
"Hey, are you still picking me up at six?"
I heard him groan into the phone. "Actually something came up and I can't. Apparently Kate just found out she is pregnant and dropped out."
Kate, right. The relative unknown that was playing the recovering dope addict. What a fucking moron! She's set to star in a multi-million dollar film and gets her ass knocked up.
"So the director wants me to come to the screen test tonight and meet the other woman the casting director suggested," he continued.
"In other words, they want to see if you two will be convincing fucking on screen," I laughed.
"It's called chemistry."
"It's called marketability," I countered. "But whatever, Hollywood. Go and see if you can manage to coax some ladyboner from the potential crack addict with the heart of gold."
Though for some reason, it didn't sound as carefree as I had intended it to.
He chuckled. "You're not mad are you?"
I was a little pissed that he had to bail considering that it took me, Alice and a stick from the ass extraction in order to make this happen, but I couldn't fault him for having to work.
"Edward, I am a big girl. My life doesn't revolve around your ass, if you've got shit to do then go do it."
"Raincheck?"
"Sure. I've got lots of work to catch up on anyway, I'll probably stay late."
I didn't bother telling him that what I had planned couldn't be rescheduled. It's not like he could back out of this anyway. He'd been talking about working with this director pretty much non-stop and I didn't want to be that sort of fucking girlfriend that whined like a bitch when things didn't go her way.
Shit. Did I just refer to myself as his girlfriend?
Tulip cheered excitedly and started going off about double dates and couples retreats.
I shook my head, trying to get the word out of my brain. Telling myself it was just all the work fucking with my thought process.
Pita rolled her eyes. "Tell yourself whatever the fuck you have to there bitch."
**Sexy Silk**
I was finally heading out an hour and a half after I usually do when Tanya walked in.
"Bella, you're here late. No plans with Edward tonight?" she asked with a wink.
Thank fuck the interns had all gone home a while ago, or I would have been pissed at her for using his name.
"No, he had to cancel," I told her throwing my bag over my shoulder.
"That's too bad."
I shrugged. "No big deal. I've got laundry to do," I dismissed. " You're back early."
"I just couldn't wait to go over some of the new pieces from the shows with Alice," she said excitedly.
"I couldn't sleep now if I tried."
I had to stop my eyes from rolling in exasperation. How the fuck anyone gets that excited over the never changing world of fashion I will never fucking understand.
"Have fun with that. I'm out Tanya, goodnight."
"Goodnight, dear."
I went home and checked my mail and threw it on the counter knowing it was mostly bills and fucking junk mail. I also had to open up my windows to let some of the fresh ocean air in.
I changed into my bikini and a pair of shorts and pulled my hair back. I usually swam a few laps in the pool while I kept an eye on my clothes. I can't count the number of times I've caught my crazy assed neighbor opening up my dryer and trying to take my shit out of it. Claiming she thought it was done. I told her if I caught her fucking with my clothes again I would drown her in the damn spa.
My laptop was playing random selections from my iTunes collection as I made my way around my studio shaking my ass to Panic at the Disco, while gathering up clothes and sheets.
You've got these little things
That you've been running from
You either love it or I guess you don't
You're such a pretty little thing
To be running from anyone
A vision with nowhere to go.
I was trying to shake off the shit that had happened earlier. I really didn't care that Edward had to blow me off, but for me to accidentally mentally refer to myself as being his girlfriend did not make any fucking sense.
Pita started humming Jealousy by Natalie Merchant.
What the fuck did I have to be jealous of? It's not like he was going off to fuck this chick. He was working.
"Yep, Slugger knows where home is," Tulip nodded vigorously. "He knows what the fuck will happen to him if he ever forgets. He's seen Teeth." she added glaring.
When I had gathered just about everything, and my shitty Dance Dance Revolution player impersonation was complete, I heard whistling from outside by the front window.
This is so not the night for this shit to go on. The crazy lady who tries to steal my dryer time has a fucking Sugar Daddy wannabe for a husband, and the fucker refused to leave me alone and I caught him on a couple of occasions peeking in my window.
"I swear to fucking god Larsen, you are older than my dad, get the fuck away from my window you dirty perv or I will snap your..." I turned then and started stomping over to the window when I froze and jumped.
"Is this a bad time?" Edward asked, eyeing me through the front window. "And who the fuck is Larsen?" he demanded, as I unlocked the door and let him in.
"My personal peeping tom," I informed him laughing. "Well, one of them," I said eyeing him.
"Shit Bella, you need to keep your damn blinds shut."
"Why? It's not like I'm fucking naked," I said pointing to my outfit.
"Might as well be," he muttered.
"For someone who takes their shirt off in every fucking movie you're in you don't have a lot of room to talk. I was at home, unaware of the audience. If I would have known," I smirked. "I would have been doing a full frontal."
"No one is stopping you now," he said suggestively and started fiddling with the strings of my top.
"My laundry is," I said hoisting up the basket and moving away from him.
"You're going to do laundry looking like that?"
"What? I'm dressed," I argued, really not in the mood for his modesty cop bullshit.
"Barely," he grumbled.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to go shove things into a dark wet hole and watch them as they slam into each other."
I could even make something as simple as doing laundry sound raunchy.
"Fuck, I love it when you talk like that." He started kissing me. The fucking cinnamon back with a vengeance fresh and hot, and practically burning my tongue. I nearly dropped the damn basket trying to pull away.
"What are you doing here anyway, I thought you had a fucking chem test," I questioned. I still hadn't sorted through the fucked up nagging thoughts that had been messing with me, and him being here wasn't helping.
"It's over. The director liked her, casting director didn't," he said shaking his head. "I drove by your work to try and catch you, but Alice and Tanya said you went home."
"Well if you stopped by for a quickie, at least let me get my darks started first," I said walking out the door.
He started following me. "Alice told me about what you had planned tonight."
I shrugged. "Okay...it's not like it was a fucking big secret why I came to L.A.. Costume Design, there secrets out." I was starting to become agitated.
He kept walking with me. Thankfully it was dark and my apartments were pretty quiet so I doubted anyone would see us.
"Then why didn't you tell me it was a one night only thing? I could have tried to reschedule."
"Fucking Alice," I muttered. "Because it wasn't a big deal," I told him as I unlocked the laundry room door and walked inside.
"Bella would you just stop and fucking talk to me?" he yelled, his demand echoed off the tiny room.
"What the fuck do you want me to say?" I was completely fucking confused. Did he want me to play that pissy chick card?
"Aren't you pissed that I had to cancel at the last minute?"
"What is your damage Edward? You want me to be upset at you for having to work?" I yelled back throwing my clothes in the washer. "I'm not going to be that kind of fucking needy girlfriend, who bitches and whines when things change." I shoved the quarters in the slots and slammed them into the machine. "I get the fuck over it and do my own thing."
I looked over at him, expecting him to still be irritated, but he was smiling and walking towards me.
"You just called yourself my girlfriend."
Tulip started squealing and running around like a five year old through a sprinkler.
"Freudian slip," I said trying to discount my fuck up.
"It wasn't a fuck up," Pita cheered, "You're putting a claim on what's fucking yours!"
Except, I claimed myself for him, not the other way around, dumb ass!
"Same difference," Pita huffed.
"This is why you have the name you do bitch," Tulip chastised and smacked Pita upside the head.
"That just means you were thinking about it," Edward reasoned, starting to kiss my face.
"No! I so fucking wasn't," I lied, wiggled free of his arm and bolted to the door and outside to the pool.
Oh fuck! Just sign me up for fucking grammar school, with that prissy girlie denial.
He caught up with me as I was unlocking the gate to the empty pool area.
"What are you doing?"
"Going for a swim," I explained like he was an idiot, while I took off my shorts.
Oh, and trying to not die of fucking embarrassment from labeling myself as your girlfriend, when I'm not even entirely sure I ever wanted to be someone's girlfriend.
I dove into the water to try and think and save some face.
Shit, three weeks of dating and you've fucking lost your mind completely.
I came up for air at the far end of the pool by the tacky manmade waterfall that they had in the corner, and didn't see Edward until he came up in front of me.
"You can't run from me here," he said, grabbing my arms. Water dripping off of him, he had stripped down to his boxers and had jumped in after me.
"I wasn't fucking running," I huffed. "I was swimming. It's a wholly different verb." I was holding onto the bottom of the fountain to keep myself afloat.
"Talk to me, dammit!" he pleaded.
"What do you want to hear first?" I started, "That I'm beyond fucking mortified that I called myself your girlfriend when you haven't yet? Or that I started even thinking along those lines because I was so goddamned jealous of some bitch who got to see you when I didn't?"
"Who says I haven't called you my girlfriend? Jesus, Bella my whole fucking family knows you as my girlfriend. My dad and my sister are dying to meet you, but I've been holding them off because I didn't want to freak you out."
I suddenly felt even worse than I did before. I hadn't even called my mother and told her I was dating someone.
I'll be able to hear her oh my god my daughter is dating Edward Cullen squeal all the way from Forks, without the phone.
"Don't surprised if you hear a fucking air-raid siren tomorrow, it'll just be my mother screaming from Forks, after I tell her Edward Cullen is my boyfriend," I said stumbling over the last word, looking up at him.
Boyfriend. What the fuck does that even mean?
Shit did I just say that out loud?
"It means I'm yours, Beautiful," he smiled, the sin-filled grin and pulled me closer to him.
My heart sped like a motherfucking bullet train and crashed through all the fucking warning gates and flashing red lights.
Everything felt like it was going way too fast, but I was letting Tulip do all the thinking, and she was so far gone to remember that she could talk and was just moaning unintelligibly.
I practically attacked his mouth with my mine. I didn't know if I wanted to do the whole labeling thing, but Tulip was on fucking auto pilot and Pita was asleep at the switch.
I wasn't even forming complete thoughts, as my hand fisted into his hair and tongue pummeled his.
Need.
Want.
Fuck.
Now.
I wrapped myself around him and started running I need you to fuck me now kisses up around his neck and face.
His hands were on my ass and in my hair and everywhere in between, groping, feeling and kneading my wet skin.
"Bella, we have to stop, someone could come out here anytime," he said kissing in between my girls, his breathing ragged.
"Don't fucking care," I exhaled and continued molesting him with my body like the horny bitch I was.
"God I want you so fucking bad," he groaned, grinding Slugger against Tulip's happy place.
"So then fuck me," I urged, grinding myself right back.
Tulip was screaming and shaking, begging for a Slugger hit.
I wanted to go all Elizabeth Berkley on him in that pool, but I knew he was right. It only took some yahoo a few seconds to discover us fucking and that shit would be plastered everywhere.
I had enough brain function to motion my head to the showers.
We settled for fucking up against the tiled wall, thankfully the door had a lock. Not that I cared at that point.
Deja vu all over again.
His boxers were removed in a flash and my bottoms were pushed aside, and we resumed our previous pool entanglement.
The hot water was pouring off of his back and splattering around us as Slugger slid into me.
Edward let out a loud groan as I bit his shoulder trying to needlessly repress a scream. He felt so fucking good, I almost came. The steam was building around us and Slugger gave Tulip a slow internal massage.
Which reduced her to a quivering, moaning puddle.
The cold tile was starting to warm up behind me. Edward's fuckawesome mouth was sucking on my tits.
Our grunting, panting and moaning was echoing off the walls. We sounded like a fucking porno sound stage. And just because I wasn't happy enough with all the cliched porn sounds going on I had to start laying down the verbal track.
"Edward, fuck... harder," I gasped and ran my nails down his back
He gripped my ass tighter as he slammed into me grunting and cussing with ever thrust. Watching all his muscles working and straining while he fucked me, was so fucking hot. So much better than Globes, or any other fucking time, and as I felt my body tightening, and my limbs going numb, he thrusted into me a final time and rasped, "mine."
Fuck. I should not find that word even remotely appealing, but apparently Tulip did because she exploded around Slugger fast and hard like she was trying to repeatedly crush him, while I yelled Edward, like I was getting paid for how fucking loud I could be.
I wasn't anyone's though. I'm a free bitch. I managed to gather when my thoughts somewhat returned.
"Hey Gaga, is this thing on?" Pita yelled tapping on her mic. "You aren't a free bitch anymore than Tulip is! Put on your big girl panties and own your girlfriend status and remember that fine piece of man that just fucked you senseless is your boyfriend."
Know it all bitch was right, but I had to admit it was scaring me shitless. It couldn't be all that dissimilar from dating and I was rocking that pretty fucking well and managing to handle my job.
I made my way to the fogged up mirror on wobbly legs and wrote on the glass, while Edward put his boxers back on.
When he looked up I had just finished writing, my stomach flipping like a fish on land as he looked from me to the mirror.
He had the most amazing fucking smile on his face, the same one from the night of our first date, when I told him I wanted to keep dating him.
My smile matched his, as he looked at the mirror again and I walked over to him. He whispered the word I had written on the mirror into my ear like a promise.
Yours.
A/N: First and foremost: I'm sorry the wait for this chapter was so long! Next chapter will not be this long of a wait ** hoors honor ** What do you think of Pita? Annoyed yet? lol.
I'm sure a lot of you were not excepting things to be so calm and "squishy" here, but next chapter is going to be busy;) I threw in some Tulip and Slugger get down time so I hope I'll be forgiven?
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Big Thank you goes out to Married2MyJacob for betaing this for me while the amazingly awesome Twopeas is taking a much deserved mini vacay!
And as always a big thank you to all of you for reading, tweeting, reviewing and pimping! It's so very appreciated and I flove hearing your opinions and suggestions!
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Blog note: I am in the process of revamping it. It is mostly done. The chapters up to this point are up and, the pictures that were on there before in addition to a playlist with most of the songs that I've used.
Song that Bella was shaking her ass to was "Ready to Go (Get me Out of my Mind)" by Panic at the Disco.
And her new ringtone is "The Only Exception" by Paramore.