Standard Disclaimer – I do not own Twilight or any of the characters from the story. All song selections have been provided by my amazing beta, NoWayWithWords. She is the greatest! She has set up a YouTube playlist that includes the songs chosen for the chapters. If you would like to check it out, see my profile for the link.

The song for this chapter is "Chemistry" by Ry Cuming

Chapter 10 - Unexpected

I woke up in the early afternoon to the sound of Glenn trying to wake Peter. "Hey, get up. The boss man's missing. Aren't you two supposed to be connected at the hip or some shit like that?"

I could hear Peter mumble something but couldn't make it out.

Glenn answered him. "No, both bathrooms are empty and he's not in his bed. I didn't hear him slip back into the casino, but it doesn't mean it didn't happen. My hearing's not as good as it used to be."

I heard movement and then footsteps down the hall. There was a tap on the bunk frame and Garrett's voice said, "Bella, are you decent?"

I reached up and pulled the curtains back slightly and winced at the light shining through the bus. I whispered, "Shhhh. We're still sleeping."

Garrett leaned down and pulled the curtain back a little more. "Ok, I just wanted to make sure you were both alright. I'll bring you some aspirin and some water. We are spending the rest of the day here, so if you want to do any sightseeing, gambling, or shopping, you need to start getting up."

I didn't respond, so he went to the refrigerator and brought me a bottle of water and something for my headache, like he promised. I thanked him and took the pills before I sat my head back down on Edward's chest and fell back to sleep.

The next time I woke up, Edward was moving. "Bella, you have to get up. I have to take a piss and I can't do that with you on my chest."

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He looked deliciously disheveled, with his bronze hair sticking up in each and every direction and scruffy whiskers on his face.

"Ok, I'm up," I mumbled and I tried to roll off of him but was blocked by the wall at my back.

"I finished off your water bottle earlier and now I have to piss," he announced, wincing slightly as he slid out from under me and headed for the bathroom.

I put my head down on the pillow and smiled because it smelled like him. I heard the bathroom door open and footsteps. I expected him to head to the kitchen, but instead he sat down on the edge of my bunk.

"Roll over and face the wall."

I did as he asked without question. He climbed under the covers behind me and pulled me back against him, so we were both in the middle of the bunk with him spooning me. He slid one arm under the pillow and draped the other one around me as he nuzzled into my hair.

"That's better," he said softly. "We can only lie around for a few minutes then we should do some shopping."

"Shopping? What for?"

"We need to find you a jacket or wrap to wear with that dress, so you don't have to keep wearing my tux."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. Garrett insisted."

"Garrett was right. I've seen how bad the fans can get. They can be crazy. You shouldn't take a risk like that."

"I didn't think I would have to wear it around town, so I didn't worry about needing to cover up." I paused for a minute and admitted, "I feel like an idiot."

"Why, because you didn't think to bring a cover-up? Don't be silly. This is your first concert tour. How are you expected to know what to expect?"

"No, that's not it. I was talking about what I did last night. I was too drunk to remember to get in the shower before taking my clothes off and now everyone knows what I look like naked." I could feel the blush color my face. For some reason it was easier to talk to him about it with my back to him.

Edward gave me a little squeeze. "Don't worry about it. It was only me."

"No, Garrett and Peter were standing in the hall near the front of the bunks. They saw me too."

"They knew you were drunk and I'm sure they've seen worse than that. Hell, I think they've seen me in worse conditions than that."

"I don't know if I can face them. I wish I could just stay hidden in here for a week, at least. That way I don't have to worry about them staring at me or make dirty comments behind my back."

"They won't stare at you, and I can guarantee they won't make any dirty comments. They aren't like that, Bella. They are both very professional. They know that we all let loose every once in awhile. They won't judge you for making a mistake. At least you didn't dance naked in the middle of the casino or try to go home with the blackjack dealer. Hey, this is Vegas. You could have done something really stupid, like marry a total stranger."

I thought about what he said and realized that Garrett was the one that was giving me all the drinks anyway. He had to know that I was beyond drunk. "I guess when you put it that way, one accidental shower incident isn't that bad."

"Good. Now, let's get up and get something to eat. I'm starving."

"I'm not sure my stomach can handle food. I'm still a little queasy from my hangover."

"Don't worry. I know exactly what kind of food you need for that."

I got up and grabbed the faded black denim shorts with the dark green ruffle and matching green top that Alice designed for me, and a pair of sandals. I put my hair up in a ponytail, rather than mess with trying to style it since I had gone to bed with it damp. I put on a little makeup and I was ready to go.

Edward was wearing dark jeans, a dark red golf shirt, and some black Nike shoes. He was waiting at the front of the bus with Peter and Garrett. "This casino has a shopping mall underground. I figured we would go grab a bite to eat and then walk around in the mall to see if we can find a suitable cover for that red dress of yours."

Peter opened the bus door for us. Edward stepped out and turned to offer me his hand for assistance going down the steep steps. I didn't need it, but I took it anyway. Garrett was right behind me.

As we walked toward the door to the casino, Peter paused and said, "It's pretty busy in there. I hope you're not in any hurry. You can almost guarantee you will be stopped for autographs and pictures."

Edward turned to me. "What do you think about setting a 10 minute limit if we are stopped before breakfast?"

"Sounds reasonable to me."

Peter and Garrett quickly coordinated and mapped out our path. Peter was going to lead the way and Garrett would follow behind us. If we had to pass a group of people, Garrett would put himself between us and them to try to keep people from noticing us so much. Thankfully, their plan worked. We were able to make it to a small restaurant without having to stop at all. We sat in the back corner, with our backs to the door, so people wouldn't see our faces. Peter and Garrett sat across from us so they could watch people as they passed.

I was glad that we were able to eat our food in peace. I suspected we wouldn't be that lucky in the mall and I was right. There were hundreds of people down there. We barely made it past the first store when we were recognized. People didn't stop us at first. They just pulled out their cameras and took pictures. Peter and Garrett had us walking against the wall while they walked, one in front of the other, beside us like a little wall.

I looked in the store windows as we walked at a quick pace. The stores down here were extremely high end. Edward pointed out a faux fur thing that looked kind of like a short cape. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. There was no way I was going to run around wearing something like that.

Edward reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me into a store that sold leather jackets. Peter and Garrett quickly scanned the store and positioned themselves at the door to keep people from coming in just to see us. Edward pulled me toward the back.

"You should get a leather jacket. That would look hot. Black leather and red satin. That's the kind of stuff guys dream about."

I laughed, "Really? Guys dream about material? And all this time I thought they dreamt about sex."

He laughed and held up a black bomber style jacket. I shook my head no and kept looking. I found a nice leather jacket that looked like a woman's trench coat. It was a little long for me, but the style was nice. I checked the price tag and almost fell over. The price tag on that jacket was more expensive than what my dad paid for my truck.

"Come on, Edward. Let's look somewhere else, this place is too expensive."

Edward walked over and looked at the price tag for the jacket I had just put down. "That is a little pricy. This looks like something from the Matrix movies. Unless you are planning on concealing large caliber weapons, I don't think you need something quite like this."

We looked at a few other jackets, but I ruled them out as soon as I looked at the price. By the time we were ready to head back into the mall, a small crowd had started to gather. People were taking pictures and had items ready to ask us to autograph. I was pretty sure most of the people were there to see Edward. He was world famous, after all.

He turned to me and said, "Fifteen minutes?" I nodded, so he told Peter and Garrett to move us along in fifteen minutes.

We smiled and stepped out of the store. Pete and Garrett tried to stay diagonally in front of us. They were telling everyone to step back and not block the path. Peter announced that we could only stay for a few minutes and then we had to move on, while Edward and I smiled for the cameras. I expected everyone to want Edward's autograph, so I stayed back while he stepped up and started signing as fast as he could. Then I heard people calling my name and holding things up for me.

Edward turned to me and smiled. "What? Did you think I was going to do all the work? Get in here, Tiger, you have fans to please."

I was smiling ear to ear as I stepped forward and started signing things. By the time Peter announced that we had to move on, my hand was starting to ache. Garrett cleared a path so we could push through and move on. A few of the more determined people followed behind us as we walked, but most dispersed and went on with their own shopping.

We stopped in two more stores to look at things that would work, but they were all ridiculously expensive, so I put my foot down. "Edward, why are we down here in this mall? If we were shopping for you, I would understand it. You probably spent more money on those pants than I did on car insurance."

He scrunched his eyebrows together. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You have a lot more money than I do. You can see it in your clothes and the way you live. I'm not that fortunate. Until I came on this tour, I was a waitress in a diner in a town so small there are only two gas stations. I live at home with my dad, because I can't afford to live on my own. These stores are not for people like me. I can't afford nice clothes like this."

Edward cocked his head slightly and said, "Your clothes are just as nice as mine."

"No, Edward, this is an old worn out pair of jeans that a friend of mine cut off. The shirt used to have long sleeves. She had them cut off so I would have warm weather clothes. She turned the sleeves into the ruffles at the bottom on the shorts. Most of the clothes I have with me were altered or created from something I already had stuffed in my closet over the years."

He reached up and touched the cap sleeve of my shirt. "Your friend did a good job. It looks like it you bought it this way. I would have never known that it was altered if you had not told me."

"Thanks. I'll let her know you liked it. Now, back to the point of the conversation, if we are buying stuff for me, I suggest we go at it a different way. Let's head back to street level and catch a cab."

Edward shrugged his shoulders as we headed to the elevator that would lead us out of the mall. Once on the street, Garrett caught us a cab. We all climbed inside, Peter in the front, and me in the back sandwiched between Garrett and Edward.

The cab driver turned to Peter and said, "Where to?"

I spoke up, "Take us to a pawn shop where someone would most likely go if they wanted to hock something like nice a jacket."

Garrett raised his eyebrows and nodded his approval.

Edward's jaw dropped and he sputtered, "A pawn shop? You want to go to a pawn shop?"

"Yes. This is Vegas. People come here from all over the world to gamble. When people gamble, they lose money. If they lose too much money, they take things to the pawn shop. It's hot here, so one of the first things they would get rid of would be their jackets and watches."

As we pulled into the parking lot and paid the driver to wait, I could see Edward was a little nervous. "I've never been in a pawn shop," Edward confessed.

I winked at him. "Don't worry, I won't tell them you're a virgin."

I buzzed the doorbell and waited for the sound of the lock disengaging before I pulled the door open. The place was full of pretty nice stuff. Edward stuck right by my side as I approached the counter and told the sales guy what I was looking for. He directed me to a rack along the wall of coats and jackets. Edward picked up a black leather jacket that looked kind of like something you would see on bikers in old movies. Since it was older, it was already broken in and the leather was soft. Edward looked at it closely before slipping it on. He looked incredibly sexy.

I sorted through what was hanging on the rack but didn't find anything that would fit me. I turned back to the guy and the counter and said, "Is this all you have? Most of these are men's jackets. I was looking for something for myself. Do you have any more in the back?"

The man went into the back and came out with three ladies' jackets. "These just came up for sale yesterday. I haven't had a chance to put a price on them yet. If you like one of these I'll work the price up for you."

I ruled the first one out immediately and moved on to the other two. They were both black. One was very stylish made of dark grey wool with a black mink collar. The other was made of shiny black patent leather. It was kind of shaped like the letter "A" and had big buttons to hold it closed. I put it on and looked in the mirror. It looked like something from the Austin Powers movies. It was fun and funky and I liked it.

The sales guy pulled the pawn slip for it and calculated the sales price. I haggled with the guy, pointing out that there was very little need for heavy coats like that in Vegas, so he gave me a deal. He sold me both of the jackets, mine and Edward's, for only $75 total.

Edward bought a nice Rolex watch and something else from the jewelry case. He made a comment that he was going to have to start checking out more pawn shops as we paid the guy and left. He couldn't believe what a great deal we got. If we had purchased similar jackets in the mall, it would have costs us well over $2500 and they wouldn't have been broken in. Who knows how much he would have paid for that Rolex?

The taxi driver was waiting for us outside, like we instructed. When he drove us back to the hotel, he asked if he could have our autograph and have his picture taken with us. We gladly posed for a picture in front of his cab with him and signed a notebook he was carrying around in the car, before heading inside.

We found Aro and Gianna playing on the slot machines. They weren't doing very well. Gianna suggested we all go see a show that was going to be playing that night, but Aro pointed out that we didn't have enough time and the tickets were probably already sold out. She complained that she wanted to do something fun. She was tired of gambling.

Peter suggested we go to New York, New York to ride the rides. Everyone liked that idea, except Garrett. He didn't say he didn't want to go, because his job was to go wherever I went, but I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't thrilled with the idea. On our way there, we found Marcus and Heidi. They decided to come along.

Heidi called Jane but got no answer. Edward tried to call Mike, to see if he and the guys wanted to come along and if they knew where Jane was, but got no answer either. He had Peter call the security guard that was supposed to stick with Mike, to make sure they were alright. When Peter got off the phone, he said that they would not be able to join us, but they were fine. Later, Garrett told me that Mike and Jane were locked up in a hotel room together.

We had a blast riding the rides and playing games. When it came time to ride the rollercoaster, Heidi didn't want to ride, so I asked Garrett if he would stay behind so Heidi wouldn't be left alone. I could see the relief in his eye when he agreed to keep her company. Peter just snickered and gave Garrett a knowing look.

We all stopped at a Chinese restaurant and had a huge meal before heading back to the bus. The roadies had already left, so Heidi and Gianna kissed their men and hopped on their bus while we headed to ours. Glenn looked at his watch and told us that if we had waited another five more minutes; he was going to leave without us. I knew this was bullshit, but told him we would pay better attention next time.

It was already dark outside as we drove out of Vegas and headed for Phoenix, so there wasn't really anything to look at out the windows. Aro, Edward, and Marcus went to the back of the bus, while I stayed up front to watch TV with Demetri, Peter and Garrett. They turned it to a sports channel and I quickly lost interest, so I decided to head to the back and see what the rest of the guys were doing.

I almost fell over laughing when I found them playing Rock Band. Edward was attempting to play the drums, Marcus was on the guitar, and Aro was singing. None of them were doing very well, but they were having a good time.

"Where did all this come from?" I asked, looking at the bulky toy instruments.

Marcus pointed at the couch and explained, "The seats have storage room underneath, so we keep big stuff under there and put the smaller controllers and games in a drawer."

I lifted the couch cushion that no one was sitting on and saw the handle to open the storage section below. When I opened it, I found a medium sized keyboard with headphones, a closed box that said magazines, and an acoustic guitar that was very similar to my dad's. I assumed the magazines were the porn Edward referred to the previous night, so I left that alone.

I contemplated pulling out the guitar, but decided it would probably throw off their game, so I grabbed the keyboard instead. I turned it on and put the headphones on before setting it for piano and situating myself to play. Even though I stopped taking piano lessons when I was fourteen, I still practiced through most of my teen years. I only stopped practicing when I went away to college.

I started with something slow and easy to warm up with, Mozart's Piano Concerto #21 in C. It was something I learned when I was a little kid. I was pleasantly surprised that the sound quality was really quite good. I moved on to something much more complicated, Beethoven's Piano Sonata #14 in C Sharp. I closed my eyes and remembered the song I had practiced so many times trying to get right. I both loved and hated that song. I loved it because it was one of the most beautiful things I could play. I hated it because it was a bitch to learn.

I closed my eyes and let the hauntingly beautiful music flow through my fingertips. I missed playing the piano. I knew that I was probably swaying with the music as I played. I always did that when I was a kid. My instructor didn't even bother trying to sit on the bench with me. She said I moved too much and would probably bump her off.

I had the volume turned up in the headphones, to drown out the rock music coming from the game, and my eyes were closed, so I didn't realize they were trying to get my attention. I could hear when I would make a mistake, so I would back track and try that particular part again until my fingers found the correct keys.

I was in my zone, and the music was flowing almost perfectly, so I was shocked when the sound in my headphones went dead. I could barely hear the music, like someone turned the volume to the lowest setting. I opened my eyes to see what happened when I notice everyone staring at me. Edward was holding the other end of the headphone cord. He had unplugged my headphones from the keyboard, which activated the speaker on the unit, filling the bus with my music.

I felt the blush rise up in my cheeks. "I'm sorry," I said, as I went to put the keyboard away.

"No, don't." Edward put his hand up to keep the keyboard where it was. "I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have interrupted. I have been calling your name, but you weren't responding, so I unplugged the headphones to get your attention."

"Oh, sorry, what did you need?"

"I… um... I was going to ask if you wanted to take a turn on the game. I thought you were just fiddling around with the keyboard because you were bored. I didn't know you could play."

"Oh, I don't really play anymore. I was just messing around."

"It sounded great. You took lessons?"

"Yes, for ten years, from the age of four all the way until fourteen. But, I haven't touched a piano since I got out of high school, so I'm a little rusty." I felt the blush rising on my cheeks again.

Aro reached over and turned off the TV. "I wouldn't mind hearing some more. Will you play for us?"

"Yes, please keep playing," Marcus said as he sat the toy guitar aside.

"I don't know, guys. It's been a long time."

Edward gave me a sad look through his beautiful lashes and said, "Please?"

I couldn't resist that face. "Ok, but you have to promise not to laugh at me. I move around a lot when I play. Since I don't have the music, I close my eyes to keep from getting distracted."

They all agreed, so I got myself situated again and put my fingers on the keys. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, closed my eyes, and started the song again. I did much better this time. The bus was silent, except for the sound of the pavement passing beneath the tires. Demetri, Peter and Garrett had even turned off the TV in the front of the bus.

I managed to make it through the entire Sonata without any major mistakes. When I was finished, I opened my eyes. Demetri, Peter and Garrett were standing in the doorway, while Aro, Marcus, and Edward looked on in awe.

Garrett smiled. "Bella that was beautiful. I didn't know you played any instruments."

"Yes, I took ten years of piano lessons and four years of guitar lessons."

This piqued Aro's interest. "You play guitar?"

"Only acoustic. I never learned to play electric. The small town I grew up in didn't have an electric guitar."

Edward laughed. "I play piano and guitar too, but I learned on both acoustic and electric. I'm much better with the electric, though."

"Why don't you play on stage?" I asked.

Aro blurted out, "Because he needs my pretty face up there to draw in the women."

Marcus shoved him. "Get over yourself, Aro. You know they all show up to drool over my hotness." He held his arms up and made muscles while we all laughed.

Edward shook his head. "Playing and singing at the same time takes too much focus. I like to dance around and interact with the crowd. I'm not talented enough to be able to sing, dance, flirt, move around the stage, and play the guitar at the same time. If I'm playing and singing, I usually end up staying in one spot and don't move."

Aro said, "The only time you will see Edward sing and play guitar at the same time is if we are doing a small acoustic performance where he can sit on a stool in the center of a small group of women he wants to impress."

Edward rolled his eyes. "Damn, Aro, when are you going to get over that shit? It's not my fault that the girl tried to use you to get to me. It's not like I was coming onto her or anything."

I looked back and forth between the two of them and said, "Alright, dish up the history on that one."

Aro started first. "We were doing a little acoustic gig in Cleveland and Romeo here, decided he was going to pick up the guitar and play one of the songs by himself. That was fine with us, so we sat back and listened. This chick starts talking to me and telling me how great I am. I agree with her, of course, but she is like all over me. I tried to tell her that I was married, but she didn't give a shit. When the show was over, she invites me back to her room. I remind her that I'm married and tell her that my wife's not into sharing. I finally had to tell her to fuck off, and she gets pissed and then she asks me to give her Romeo's room number."

Edward shook his head and said, "Aro, you ass, you were flirting with her like you wanted her to have your babies. If I remember correctly, it was Marcus that had to remind you that you were married and that Gianna was waiting for you in the hotel room. It wasn't until Marcus said something that you suddenly got pissy with the girl and tried to give her the brush off."

Marcus put his hands up. "Guys! The important thing here is that no one fucked the chick. Aro… Sure she asked for Edward's room number and that pissed you off, but you didn't really want her, and she DID choose you first, so drop it."

I turned to Peter. "Are they always like this?"

Peter laughed and said, "All the time. It can be anything from women to who got better service at a restaurant."

Aro, Edward, and Marcus all disagreed with Peter. He put his hands up in surrender and laughed. "I just call it like I see it."

Edward and I took turns playing on the keyboard. I only knew classical music that should be played on the piano, but Edward could play much more modern songs and knew how to use the keyboard to its full potential, utilizing the background beats and changing the sound to make it sound like anything from a pipe organ to dogs barking.

As we played around with different tunes, Aro grabbed a pen, pencil, and a small hand held digital recorder, so he could take notes as they played around with an idea for a new song. I sat quietly and watched their creative process. It wasn't my place to offer my opinion, so I kept my mouth shut.

Garrett came back to tell us he was going to go to bed. He said Peter had turned in about 20 minutes earlier. Edward and the guys were still deep in conversation about music, occasionally humming different parts and writing random words and rearranging them a few times. Edward was using the keyboard to duplicate what they were humming so he could write down the notes.

I stepped into the bathroom to start my nightly routine of going to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, washing my face, putting on moisturizer, brushing my hair, and changing into my pajamas. When I came out, they were so involved in their musical creativity that they didn't even notice me slip into my bunk and grab my insulated water bottle. I went into the kitchen area and filled it with a little ice and some cold water from the refrigerator, then told Glenn good night and headed to bed.

My bunk was chilly, but I knew it would warm up as soon as I got settled under my heavy blanket. I pulled my little compact of pills out of my purse and took my daily dose of birth control with a swig from my water bottle. It was the same thing I did every night since I was sixteen. At one point, I considered not taking them anymore. I hadn't even dated a guy in almost three years, but the romantic in me said I shouldn't take a chance, because you never know when you'll find 'Mr. Right.'

I put the noise canceling headphones on, pulled the blankets up to my chin, and was out within minutes. I don't know how long I had been sleeping, but I eventually rolled over onto my side, knocking the headphones off my head. I could hear people moving around, but no one was talking, so I drifted back to sleep. Not long after that, Edward slipped into my bed.

He picked the headphones up off of my pillow and put them in one of the pockets on the wall before he leaned in to whisper, "You don't mind if I sleep here, do you?"

I vaguely remember shaking my head "no". I felt cool arms slip around my body as I dozed back off. It was crowded sharing a bunk with Edward, but it wasn't horrible. He was warm and we seemed to fit together perfectly. I guess you could say that it was cramped, but comfortable.

When I woke up, Edward was on his back and my head was on his chest. I was wedged between him and the wall. I stayed still just listening to his rhythmic breathing for a few minutes before my bladder insisted I get up. The entire bus was silent. We had reached our destination some time during the night, so Glenn was also asleep.

I was afraid that waking Edward would wake everyone else as well, so I decided I would try to climb over Edward to get to the bathroom. I slowly shifted my leg over his waist. I tried to make sure the blankets didn't move as I tried to slide over him. Just when I was straddling his waist, with my hands on either side of his head, Edward's arm reached out, feeling for me at his side. His hand found my knee beside his waist and traced it up my thigh to my hip. He made a soft moaning sound as he slid both of his hands around my back and pulled me down on his chest.

He mumbled, "Mmm, Bella…" as he nuzzled into my neck.

I could feel his morning wood trapped between us and it felt pretty damn good. I tried to shift again, but he held me tightly and shifted his hips slightly, thrusting against my stomach. From the sound of his breathing, I could tell that he was drifting back into deeper sleep, so I stayed perfectly still until his hands slid back down by his sides.

I was able to climb off of him and make it to the bathroom just in the nick of time. When I was finished, I looked at the clock. It was still too early to be up, so I headed back to my bunk. I tried to get back in the bed the way I came out, by climbing back over Edward. My leg accidentally brushed against his morning wood as I got back into the position where I was straddling him. This caused him to stir a little so I tried to hold still. He cracked open his eyes and looked up at me.

He closed his eyes again, but his hands resumed their position around my waist, pulling me back down on his chest. This time, when he nuzzled into my neck, he started placing soft open mouth kisses below my ear. His voice was gravelly as he whispered, "You can wake me up like this anytime."

He shifted his hips again, slightly thrusting into my stomach as his hands started to roam my body. The combination of his hands, his dick, and him kissing my neck was clouding my brain, so I let out a quiet moan.

"Shhhh, love, we have to be quiet," he whispered in my ear as he took the lobe between his teeth and nibbled it gently.

I felt his hand slide my tank top up, exposing my breasts. I sat up slightly and pulled it the rest of the way off as his lips wrapped around one of my nipples and his fingers teased the other. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning as his mouth switched sides and his hands slid down my chest to my hips, sliding my pajama shorts off of my ass.

He couldn't pull them all the way off with me on top of him, so he shifted me to the side. He sat up slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and slipped his boxers under his hips so he could kick them to the foot of the bunk, before he reached down and helped me remove my shorts.

"Fuck, Bella, you are gorgeous!" he whispered as he shifted us so that I was underneath him.

I ran my fingertips up his muscular chest, around his neck, and into his hair, pulling him into a heated kiss, as my legs wrapped around his waist. He didn't push into me right away; he took the time to kiss every part of me he could reach in the cramped bunk, paying special attention to my breasts, neck, and lips. He was an excellent kisser.

He propped himself up on one arm while kissing me, to slide his other hand down my stomach and into my wetness. Thank goodness my moan was muffled by his kiss or the entire bus would have known what we were doing.

"Shhh, you have to be quiet or we can't do this," he whispered in my ear.

I nodded my head. He gave me a look to make sure I understood then went back to kissing me as his fingers explored my body, inside and out. I was starting to breathe hard, but was doing a good job at staying silent, when he removed his fingers and positioned himself at my entrance. I watched his eyes close tightly, jaws clench, and his head tip back, as he pushed into me slowly. The sight alone almost pushed me over the edge. He was much bigger than any guy I had ever been with before, but not so big that it was uncomfortable.

He pulled out almost all the way then pushed back in, in one fluid motion. I was barely able to keep myself from moaning. He opened his eyes and looked deep into mine as he continued to thrust into me at a slow pace. I could see the lust and adoration in his eyes and wondered what he could see in mine. Could he see that the more I spent time with him, the more I found myself thinking of him? Could he see that I thought he was breathtakingly beautiful?

As his pace started to pick up, I found myself rocking my hips in time with his thrusts, meeting him half way, causing our bodies to slap together as his pelvis came in contact with my swollen clit. I could feel myself getting close as he stared fucking me harder and faster. His face was tensed with the concentration of holding off his own orgasm as he pounded into me hard.

I couldn't hold back anymore. As my orgasm ripped through my body, I opened my mouth to scream out, only to find Edward's mouth instantly attached to mine, muffling my cries of pleasure. As my body clenched around him, Edward's body shivered as he spilled into me.

We were both hot and sweaty as he rolled off of me and onto his side. He kissed me softly before he slipped back into his boxers and climbed out of the bunk to head to the bathroom. I must have drifted off to sleep because it seemed like only seconds before he returned with a warm wet washcloth to clean me up. He helped me get back into my pajamas and then climbed back under the blanket with me and held me while I slept.

I awoke to the sound of a woman giggling. I opened my eyes, to see where the sound was coming from, and found that I was in bed alone. I had not even noticed when Edward slipped out of the bunk. I reached for my bottle of water and found that it was empty… of course.

The giggling started up again, so I decided to give up on sleep. I pulled back the curtains and stepped into the back sitting area to get a change of clothes from the drawer in the closet. Once I had everything ready, I stepped in the shower, took off my pajamas, and started the water. I had just finished washing my hair when I heard a light tap on the door.

"I'm almost done," I said to whoever was standing on the other side of the door.

I heard Edward's voice, just barely over the sound of the water. "Would you like some company?"

I cracked the door open and peeked out at him. He was standing by the door looking at me with those gorgeous green eyes. When he flashed me a sexy grin, my knees went weak. I didn't say anything, just smiled back.

He reached up and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside before undoing his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Edward, people will see you!" I whispered harshly as he slipped into the shower.

He chuckled, "We are the only ones on the bus, Bella. No one will see… or hear us."

The shower was even smaller than my bunk. He slid up under the stream of water and got wet then grabbed the shampoo and gave his hair a quick wash. Once he rinsed out the shampoo, he grabbed a wash cloth and the body wash and started washing me. He started with my chest and worked his way down my arms, all the way to my hands then turned me around so he could wash down my back. He knelt down so he could wash my butt and down the back of my legs to my feet. He had me turn again so he could wash his way up the front of my legs. Just having him touch me had my entire body was tingling from head to toe. As he washed up the inside of my thighs and reached the part of me that was aching for his touch, I let out a soft moan.

He pulled me toward him, under the stream of water, so I could rinse. As soon as the soap was rinsed from my skin, he reached back and shut the water off but he didn't move to get up. He pressed my back against the shower wall and started kissing my stomach while his hands caressed my hips and thighs. He picked up one of my legs, put it over his shoulder, and kissed his way up the inside of my thigh. He looked up and me and whispered, "Beautiful," just before his tongue found my heated core.

My head rolled back and a let out a loud moan of pleasure as I fisted my hands in his hair guiding him to the exact place I wanted him. He expertly worked my sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue while he slid two fingers in and out of me, making me moan loudly and grind myself into him harder. I was teetering just on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm when he pulled away and got to his feet.

"Fuck, Bella, I can't wait any longer. I have to have you now!"

He pressed his body against mine and started kissing me with fiery passion as he pushed my body harder against the shower wall and wrapped my legs around his waist. Without hesitation, he slammed into me, causing us both to cry out. He set at hard and fast pace. Our grunts and moans echoed in the confines of the small shower. We were both breathing hard and wet with a combination of shower water and sweat.

He stepped back slightly, pulling my hips with him, but leaving my shoulders against the wall. This angle allowed me to better see him. His eyes drifted down to my breasts that were bouncing, as I watched his beautiful abs ripple and felt his ass clench with my ankles as he continued to thrust into me.

"Oh God, Bella, I can't hold off. Touch yourself. I want to see you come on my dick."

I slid my hand from his shoulder down to where our bodies were joined and began circling my clit with the tip of my finger. The sensation pushed me over the edge, causing my body to clamp down on his, setting off his own orgasm.

He lowered me to my feet and reached behind him to turn the water back on. He held me close and kissed me while we caught our breath and rinsed our bodies. He gently caressed my skin and whispered how beautiful I was and how soft my skin was. I had never been worshiped like that after sex. It was heavenly.

We dried off and quickly got dressed, so we could catch up with everyone else for lunch. Thankfully, Edward had reminded me that we had press interviews later in the afternoon, so I decided to wear the bedazzled jeans and the top that Alice made from the sports bra and scarf. I sat on my bunk to fix my hair and put on makeup while Edward paced and fidgeted in the hallway. I asked Edward where Peter and Garrett were.

He looked around nervously and said, "They're waiting for us inside."

I could tell he wanted to talk to me about something but was having trouble figuring out how to start the conversation or was just plain freaked out by the topic, so I decided to press the issue. "So, Edward, what has you all stressed out?"

"I… umm…Well, you know the press is going to ask about our relationship. I guess I was just wondering how you think we should respond to questions about us."

"You mean because of what we just did?"

"Well, yes. I didn't exactly expect you to jump me last night. It was a little unexpected, and I knew we would be asked about it, so I thought we should discuss it privately. That's why I asked Peter and Garrett to give us some time… but you were in the shower, and I could smell you and see your shape through the glass… and well… I guess I couldn't resist."

"Wait a minute. I jumped you? I think you need to check your facts and reconsider that statement."

"Bella, you woke me up by climbing on top of me and grinding on my dick."

"No, that's where you're wrong. I had to climb over you to get to the bathroom. I was just trying to get back in bed when you grabbed me and pulled me on top of you. You were the one with your hands all over me and it was you that pulled me on top of you so you could grind on me."

Edward looked confused. "Wait a minute. You're trying to say it's all my fault?"

"I don't think it's anyone's fault. I think you were the initiator."

"You didn't exactly put up a fight." He almost looked like he was pouting.

I laughed. "No, I didn't."

"You could have told me to go to hell, when I interrupted your shower."

I blushed. "I know, but I didn't."

He smiled and then his expression changed, "Bella, I know it's a little late for this conversation but… um… we didn't use any protection…"

"I'm on the pill."

"That's good, but that's not the only thing to worry about here. I don't typically mess around without wearing protection. I've been tested regularly for years and always came up clean. When was the last time you were tested?"

I felt the blood rising in my cheeks again. "You don't have anything to worry about. I've only been with two other guys and they were both virgins. Besides, I get tested each year when I have my gynecological check up. My last one was three months ago and I was clean."

Edward physically relaxed and said, "They may have said they were virgins, but men lie so they can get away with not wearing a condom."

"Believe me, they were telling the truth. The first was when we were both 16. Neither of us knew what we were doing. It was awkward as hell. The second was a couple years later, when I was 18. He was completely clueless. I had to show him where to put it."

Edward laughed. "Were you together long?"

"Almost a year."

"And you haven't had anyone sense? How long ago was that?"

"We broke up right after I turned 19. I'll be 22 in September."

Edward's eyes were huge. "Shit! It's been 3 years? No wonder you didn't say no!"

I laughed and said, "It doesn't seem like it was that long ago, but I guess it has been. How about you? How long has it been? A couple of weeks?" I teased. I really didn't want to know, but felt like I needed to ask anyway.

"I'm not that bad, Bella."

I cocked my eyebrow. "That doesn't answer the question."

He started to fidget and look around nervously, but didn't answer. For some reason this bothered me. I could feel my temper flaring.

"At least I'm not trying to make you attempt to calculate the number of lovers you've had over the years," I defended. "I was just asking a simple question."

Edward looked seriously uncomfortable. "Bella, I don't think we know each other well enough to have this conversation."

"Bullshit! You just don't want to come across looking like a whore!" I shot him an evil look. I had just told him about myself. Why couldn't he be honest with me about this?

Before he had a chance to say anything else, I stomped off the bus and headed toward the back door to whatever building we were parked behind.

When I opened the door, I found Peter and Garrett sitting in folding chairs by the door. Garrett got up and came over to me. "Are you ok, Bella?"

I shook my head as tears started to well up in my eyes. "Get me out of here."

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the double dose of lemony goodness. As you may have noticed, our Edward has lived a rather sheltered life and has some trust issues. I personally hate the double standards. If he wants her to open up, he needs to be willing to open up as well.

If you haven't been checking out the playlist for this story on YouTube, hosted by NoWayWithWords, you should really go check it out. I know that most of you have never heard of most, if not all, of the songs on the playlist. Don't be afraid of the unknown. She has gone through the trouble to set up the songs and update the list every time I update a chapter. She has purposely chosen music that you might not be familiar with to help broaden your musical pallet, so to speak.

There are a ton of extremely talented musicians out there that never make it big because to many people let radio stations dictate what music they like. I challenge each of you to open your hearts to new music. Go out and listen to the local musicians in your area. They will love and truly appreciate all of the support and encouragement they can get. They are struggling to keep their dream alive. Without the support of people like you, most of these incredible artists will give up.

If you are not the kind of person that likes to go out, you can still explore new music. If you have an iPod, you can download free music on iTunes. They usually have a couple of different songs and a different video each week. If there is a Starbucks in your area, you can pick up the little cards that will allow you to download a free song from iTunes. Once you have downloaded the song, listen to it a few times. If you still don't like it, delete it. It's no big deal.

When you find something you like, share it with your friends. Word of mouth is the best advertisement that these musicians can get if they don't have a song on the radio. Also, don't allow yourself get stuck in one genre of music just because it's the only thing you know. You may be surprised to find out that you like other types of music. My iPod is filled with a variety of music, from classical to rap and everything in between. I have country, folk, rock, alternative, gospel, R&B, and even some really rocking bag pipes!

OK, I'll get off my soap box now before these notes get longer than the chapter! I want to thank each of you that took the time to post reviews. I really enjoy reading them. I hope next week, it will have time to get back to actually replying to them.

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