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The Missing Letters (FGB Outtakes)

"I need no shackles to remind me, I'm just a prisoner of love."

~ "Prisoner of Love" by Frank Sinatra

Chapter Four: J is for Jail

Edward and Bella's weekend was seemingly uneventful compared to Friday night. There was Bella's frantic two AM wakeup. She woke up suddenly and started yelling at Edward about the burning candles in the bathroom, and the inferno they were most likely trapped by. Edward laughed loudly, assuring Bella that he blew all the candles out. He told her that his subconscious had told him to wake up before they burned the bathroom down. In actuality, he had just had to use the bathroom. It didn't matter much. By the time he reached the bathroom, most of the candles had already lost their flame and most of their wax.

Bella sighed in relief while Edward chuckled. The wakeup call resulted in the two reminiscing about the first night of the game. Bella had had the same outburst about the slew of candles Edward had lit in his bedroom that night.

"Do you remember what you were thinking before you walked out of your room that first time?"

"I was wondering if we were really going to go through with it. Costume and all."

"If you asked, I would have worn a cape. Maybe even some of that disgusting fake blood," Edward jested.

"Wouldn't that have been something? As if, the shirt and those teeth I made you wear weren't bad enough."

"Hey, I liked those teeth. Plus, I'm more than positive that you did too," he teased. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"Shut up," Bella groaned, embarrassed. She hid her face in the crook of his arm and Edward could feel the flush of her cheeks against his forearm. Gently, he ran his hand down her arm.

"You know I still have them. The teeth that is—I burned the shirt."

"Really? You didn't, did you?"

Bella lifted her head from Edward's arm. She sounded genuinely upset by the idea of Edward burning the costume shirt. Not because she had paid for it, but because of the memories it held. It was silly to be so attached to a frilly shirt, but she couldn't help it.

"You sound disappointed."

"Why would you get rid of the shirt?"

"Bella, the shirt was part of a costume. When would I ever wear it again?"

"I don't know," she whined. "I just wanted to save it as a keepsake. You know a memory of where this all started. It's a very important shirt."

Edward grinned at Bella and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. He brushed her hair over her shoulder. He then bent forward to kiss the top of her shoulder.

"I have it tucked in the very back of the closet in Seattle. Way, way, way in the back."

Bella laughed and swatted Edward's arm. Quickly, he took it into his hand and kissed her palm.

"I could never throw it away, Bella. Even as ugly as it."

"You had me going for a minute." She yawned halfway in between finishing her sentence, failing to restrain it with her hand.

"Sorry, Bells. Let's get back to sleep. It's quarter to three. I'm tired, and on top of all that, my knees ache."

"No one told you to you to get on your knees. I think you have an obsession with being on your knees."

Edward rolled his eyes and scoffed choosing to ignore Bella's comment. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close to him. Again, he kissed her shoulder, scattering a few up the nape of her neck, before resting his head beside her.

The two fell asleep just as fast as before and ended up sleeping in on Saturday morning until about noon when Edward was the first to wake.

He whipped up some scrambled eggs and bacon before Bella woke up. She came poking out of their bedroom in her robe just as Edward was putting the last pieces of bacon on the stove to fry.

"Morning sunshine," he beamed at her. Bella sleepily replied back.

"Mmm, smells good. I'm actually in the mood for something greasy. This is gonna hit the spot," she giggled and patted her stomach. "Thanks."

"Anytime." Edward laughed and continued to finish up their meal. Every so often, he would sneak a peek at Bella off in the corner of the kitchen grinding coffee beans for the percolator.

Her hair was a mess, and the curls looked like big puff balls. Her eyes were barely open, and every time she took a deep breath in, her robe would open. It was teasing Edward, and frankly, he loved it. She looked tired but beautiful. All he wanted to do was hold her, just hold her.

Whenever Bella would catch Edward staring, she would blush and smile shyly at him. Each time she caught him he would chuckle to himself.

"Is there a particular reason you keep staring at me?"

"You look adorable."

Bella looked at her reflection in the glass pane of the microwave door and laughed.

"Are you kidding? I look like I lost a fight with a hairbrush."

"I think it looks cute."

"You're kind of biased. It's like when a wife asks her husband if she looks fat in a certain outfit. The husband says no, when he, in fact, means yes."

"Speaking of which, you look fat in that robe, Bella. You should take it off. Right now," he jested. To spite him, Bella tied the knot around her waist tighter. She gave him a "so there" look and smugly stuck her tongue out at him. Edward pouted like a little boy who just learned he couldn't have his desert.

"Party pooper," he teased. Bella shook her head and giggled. She poured them each a cup of coffee while Edward served them their meal.

After breakfast, or what Edward kept insisting was undoubtedly brunch, the couple spent most of the afternoon just sitting around the living room watching movies. When Edward and Bella watched movies, it like an episode of Mystery Science Theater. All they did was talk throughout the entire thing and critique it. Most of the time, they had the same thing to say.

Sunday was much like Saturday except the two never left the bedroom with the exception of Edward when he went downstairs to get their Chinese food. It was a lazy Sunday, to say the least. Neither of them had wanted to bother doing anything. It wasn't until close to eight when either of them chose to do anything even remotely productive.

As Edward was getting up to shower, he turned to Bella to see that she was cleaning up their room. She was busy picking up clothing from the floor and throwing them into the hamper.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" he asked. He dropped his towel on the bed and went to help Bella collect the empty soda cans and food cartons on their nightstands.

"Just reading through some manuscripts and checking emails. Why?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to see my office and meet some of my colleagues. They've heard enough about you that they'd probably recognize on the street."

"What have you told them about me? Us?"

"Relax. I haven't said anything bad. Oh, except that we have unbelievably, kinky sex."

Bella chuckled and threw a pillow at Edward. It hit him square in the hip.

"That's not funny, Smartass."

Edward smiled mischievously at her and picked the pillow off the floor. He swung it in his hand from side to side.

"It was funny. Wasn't it?" he threatened. "Right?"

"Not really, but for the sake of this situation, it was hysterical.

Edward dropped the pillow back on the bed, and Bella shook her head in relief. Sometimes Edward reverted to the boy he once was, and while it should annoy her, after the week he had, he deserved to relax and act like a teenager.

"I'll go with you tomorrow. I'd like to see where you work."

"Great. We'll leave here around nine. I don't have to go in early tomorrow. We'll even have lunch together."

"That actually sounds really nice."

"Fantastic," he reaffirmed and grabbed his towel off the bed. "I'm going to shower. Care to join me?"

"I have to finish cleaning up this mess we made. We did nothing this weekend," she reasoned.

"Here, let me help you and then you can join me."

=x=

"What should I wear?" Bella asked Edward in the morning. He was already dressed and sitting in the living room. He had watched her do her hair and makeup and then watched as she indecisively tried to pick something to wear.

"You could wear jeans, for all I care. It doesn't matter, Bella. Besides, who are you trying to impress?" he shouted back from the living room. He was watching the news and figuring out a few scheduling things for him and Bella.

"No one. I just don't want to walk in looking like a slob. It's a place of business, Edward, not a bar."

"Wear a dress," he suggested. "Oh, but bring some kind of sweater. The air conditioning is ridiculous sometimes. You never know if you're going to be walking into tundra or a dessert."

Bella took Edward's suggestion into consideration. She chose a simple, red wrap dress that was flashy, yet appropriate for a working environment. It was also thin enough for the warm weather, but had long sleeves in case it was too cold in Edward's office building.

"I'm ready," she shouted from their bedroom. She grabbed her purse and walked out to meet Edward in the kitchen. He took in her appearance, spending a few moments following and studying the curves of her body with his eyes. His eyes lingered on her waist and the plunging neckline of the dress.

"You look lovely.

"Thanks. It's not too much, right? The red is kind of bright. Maybe I should change?"

"No! You look beautiful, Bella. Stop worrying. Though, that's more cleavage than I liked my male colleagues to see."

Bella rolled her eyes and swatted at his arm. She grabbed a cup of coffee and gently sipped at before draining about half of it. Edward took the cup from her and finished the rest before placing the empty mug in the sink.

"Are we going to be driving there?"

"No. We're taking a cab. Parking in this city is non-existent."

"So, what are we doing there? Not that I'm not happy about going to your office, but what exactly are we planning to do?"

Edward smiled knowingly at her and lightly patted the tip of her nose with his forefinger.

"Don't worry about it."

"I don't like that tone you just took. What are you planning?" Bella frantically asked. Edward laughed, slightly menacingly. She could tell he was trying to scare her, though he was being coy about it.

"Could you pass me a pen?" he asked, ignoring her questions. She shook her head.

"Please?" he pleaded. Bella stared him down, but Edward was relentless and she conceded. She reached into the drawer beside her and passed him a pen.

"And what exactly do you plan on doing with this pen?"

Edward didn't answer and made a show of uncapping the ball point object. He walked up to the refrigerator, and on the remaining letters list he crossed out the letter J. Bella immediately walked up to him.

"Are you kidding? J? Today? When?"

"All in due time, Bella. Don't worry about it until later. I just wanted to give you a heads up."

She shook her head and Edward continued smiling smugly. Again, he made a show of putting the cap back on the pen and sliding it into the original location.

"We should go before we're late.

"I hate you," she groaned and followed Edward to the door.

"Hate spelled L.O.V.E."

=x=

"Alec was nice."

"Alec's great. He keeps me on schedule and always has everything I need ahead of time. He's by far the best assistant I've ever had."

"I'm going to tell Alice you said that. I'm sure she'd love to hear it. "

"Like she'd care. You and I both know she hated that job," Edward argued. Bella chuckled and joined Edward beside his desk. While he sat in his chair, she took a seat on top of the desk. The two were silent for a moment and just smiled, until Bella looked at the items on the desk.

"Is that?" Bella asked as she picked up one of the picture frames on Edward's desk. He had three; the first was of his family; the second was a recent photo of Bella; and the third was a picture of him and Bella at their senior prom.

In the picture, Edward and Bella were laughing. They were sitting close to each other with their heads almost touching. The two were laughing at Emmett and the prom queen screaming behind them. Emmett had been trying to break dance and had managed to spill soda on the prom queen's dress.

"That poor girl's dress."

"Well, it's technically your fault. You invited Emmett to the dance."

"I needed a date. Emmett was great that night—minus the prom queen fiasco."

"You looked gorgeous that night," Edward grinned and began to run his hands up Bella's legs. Gripping them tightly, he rolled his chair closer to her.

"Oh, really?"

"God yes. In Esme's dress. You have no idea. You walked down those stairs, and my heart started racing. I was so confused as to what was going on. I barely even paid attention to Jessica, once you came down. Even Emmett's jaw dropped when he saw you. You looked stunning."

Bella smiled and leaned over to kiss Edward. Gently, she took his bottom lip into hers before pressing her lips against his.

"And how did I look that night?"

"Dashing. You always do look good in tailored clothes."

Edward smiled and began trailing a finger up the back of Bella's calf. He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her knee before pulling her onto his lap. With her in his lap, he spun the chair around to face the large windows in his office. He turned Bella around and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"God, what a view," Bella said as she stared out of the windows.

"I want to show you something else."

"Okay. And what is that exactly?"

"Just follow me," Edward said and stood up and placed Bella on her feet beside him. He grabbed her hand and walked them out of his office and toward the elevator. Once the elevator arrived, Edward pulled a key out of his pocket and used it to press a red button on the elevator keypad.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" Bella asked genuinely frightened.

"Don't you trust me?" Edward teasingly replied. Bella shook her head as a way to say no. She kept watching the numbers on the elevator descend, and every so often, her eyes would wander to the key Edward had used to operate it.

"Not when you answer me like that."

"Trust me, Bells. I promise it'll be—interesting."

"I hate when you say things like that. Why are you always so cryptic? When you don't answer my questions, it scares the shit out of me. Why must you do that to me?"

"Because I like to keep you guessing," he answered as the elevator finally reached its destination, and Bella looked out at the dank gray basement.

There was not much to the cold, underbelly of the office building. The walls were a slate gray, much like concrete. She could make out a few doors along the corridor of the area as well as the gated area that housed the boiler.

"Why are we here?" she asked and turned around. Her eyes widened as a metal clanking rang and a set of janitor's keys dangled from Edward's hand.

"Why are we here?" she asked again. Edward smirked. He was hungrily looking down at her.

"Ever been locked up, Bella?"

"Once. My dad put me in a cell to prove a point about stealing." Bella missed the point of Edward's question. Her answer made him laugh.

"Oh, were you a bad girl?" he teased. This time Bella caught on to what he was saying.

"You are not putting me in there."

Edward chuckled and leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and managed to open the gated door and push Bella inside.

"That wasn't fair!" Bella yelled. She shook the door as Edward tried to lock it.

"Bad girls get put in jail, Bella."

"What has gotten into you? One stressful week and you've reverted to acting like a horny teenage boy."

"Horny? You bet. Now," he began and pulled a chair from behind one of the other doors and sat down in front of the locked gate. "Dance."

"There's no music," Bella protested smugly, but it was short lived. Edward pulled out his cell phone and turned the speaker on and suddenly raunchy dance music filled the dank basement.

"Dance!"

Bella slowly began to sway her hips to the music. She was trying to be seductive, but she could tell that it wasn't working because Edward kept laughing.

"Stop laughing!" Bella protested. "I don't want to do this."

"Humor me, Bella. You have made me do some crazy things with your pick of the letters."

Bella huffed in frustration and continued to dance along to the music. She didn't know what the song was or who sang it, but it was vulgar as all hell. She wondered why Edward knew about it.

"That's good," Edward groaned. He watched intently as Bella slipped her fingers to the slots of the gate and used them to shimmy down to the ground before swiveling her hips back up. Edward couldn't help, but moan and lick his lips.

"Real good."

Bella turned around in the gated area to hide her eye roll from Edward. She didn't want to ruin his fun. She just hoped that there were no cameras in the basement. The last thing she needed was to have all of Edward's colleagues see this.

She turned back around to see Edward's hooded eyes focused solely on her. He was gnawing at his bottom lip. On his thigh, his right hand was inching closer to the hardness in his slacks.

"Take the dress off, Bella. Please," Edward ordered in a forceful whisper. His voice was deep and smooth. It caused a chill to run down Bella's spine.

She smiled playfully at him and teased him by playing with the knot on the dress.

"Don't toy with me, Bella."

Edward's voice was slightly intimidating. For a moment, she stopped dancing to look at him. His hand was carefully rubbing at the bulge in his pants, and his eyes stayed focused on her hands holding the knot of her dress. She swallowed deeply. This was a rare side of Edward; one that she thoroughly enjoyed. He looked so mouthwatering sitting in the chair. His tie was loose around his neck, and before her eyes, his hand now lay firmly wrapped around his dick.

"Take it off, Bella," he repeated. His voice was breathy as if he were taking shallow breaths.

She swung her hips around and then dipped down to the floor. She felt ridiculous dancing, but it was what Edward wanted.

When she rose, she pulled on the knot of the dress and spun. The dress opened to reveal the lacy strapless bra and underwear she was wearing. Edward moaned loudly and gripped himself tighter. His eyes stayed trained on Bella's hand as she pulled the dress off and dropped it onto the floor. She wasn't too happy about having to put it on the basement floor, but there was nowhere else to leave it.

"The bra next," Edward panted. He titled his head back for a moment as he moved his hand up and down ever so slowly on his arousal.

Bella kept dancing. She gripped the gate through the holes and bent backward creating an arc with her body. It caused Edward to lean forward in his chair to look. She let go of the gate and stood straight up. The motion caused her bra to fall to the floor.

"Oh," was all Edward could muster to say. Bella began to shake her shoulders that, in turn, caused her breasts to swing from side to side. Once again, Edward's head fell back. In that moment, Edward stood up and unlocked the gate. He pushed himself in and kissed Bella while he pushed her against the gate. His phone sat with the music still on.

"I want you so much, right now," Edward groaned against Bella's neck. He began to nibble along the nape of it before moving his mouth back to hers. His kisses were rough; Bella couldn't get enough of them. She kissed him back with just as much fervor, latching his hands into his hair. She pulled at the roots of it. It made Edward kiss her harder. He thrust his hips harder against hers.

Edward was the first to pull away from their hold. He kneeled down and grabbed the lacy underwear Bella was wearing and pulled them down. He tossed them aside, not caring where they fell. He kissed up her legs, starting from her knees to the top of her thighs before standing up.

He kissed Bella soundly on her lips and picked her up. With his pants around his knees, he entered Bella. She threw her head back against the gate and slipped her fingers through it. She gripped onto it tightly as he thrust into her. His movements were short and powerful. Bella reveled in the sensations. Edward moaned into Bella's chest while Bella moaned freely into the basement.

They were feral.

Bella's orgasm surprised her and caused her to bang her head against the gate. Edward followed shortly after. The strength of his orgasm nearly caused him to drop Bella onto the floor, but he regained his balance before it could happen.

"Damn," Edward breathed out against Bella's neck.

Bella didn't answer; she was still breathing heavily.

"Are you alright?" he asked her and rubbed his hand on the back of her head. Bella nodded.

"I'm alright."

"We should probably head out of here. People are probably wondering who the banshee in the basement is."

Bella half-heartedly swatted at Edward's arm.

"You weren't so quiet either."

Edward shrugged and placed Bella back on the ground. He helped her collect her clothes and even helped to fix her hair.

"Thank you," Edward said as they stepped into the elevator.

Bella smiled and slipped in between his outstretched arm.

"You just wait, Edward Cullen. I'm going to blow you away with my letter."

"I can't wait."