Hi to all my Grease lovers...thanks for your nice words I love to hear how happy this makes you! FYI we are now entering into the territory of NC-17 so if you should not be reading this-turn back now-because this is just the beginning. I am still trying to keep to the overall story as much as possible while adding my own twists and turns...

Thanks Bethaboo for all her hard work with my comma problem and the fact I took English so long ago I remember none of it. And J for giving me the best ideas! And DT for giving us Paging Dr. Love which now and forever more will change how I view the resturant scene in Twilight.

Cake-I Will Survive

EmPOV

Edward's backseat was bigger than it looked which made it better for stretching out. I couldn't believe after all this time I had Rosalie alone in the back of a car. Edward's car, mind you, and he would shit a brick if he found a single drop of fluid on the upholstery. In fact, he probably had one of those CSI black light things that showed all the blood, sweat and semen.

Well, I was already fucked if he did because Rose tore off my shirt the minute we got to The Point and parked the car, and I was sweating like crazy.

The backseat of the car was like a frenzy of body parts wrestling in the darkness. If I ever though Rosalie was hot before, she was fucking glorious with her clothes off. Every inch of her was long, lean and perfect.

I was going to lose it.

Literally.

"Rose babe, I'm gonna…." And she clamped her mouth over mine and shoved her soft tongue inside. She shoved me back into the side of the car and straddled me. She pulled her mouth off and breathlessly said, "Wrap it up buddy" and then went back to work.

I loved this chick. Hard.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out a condom. I rolled it out and it snapped.

I fucking broke.

Right now.

In the middle of this.

"Shit! It broke!" I yelled slamming my head back in frustration. Rose looked annoyed as hell.

"Damn it Em! I'm about to fucking explode over here! Fuck it!" she growled and she grabbed my dick with one hand and my shoulder with the other. She pulled herself up and slammed down on top of me.

"Ahhhh….that's right baby." She purred now that things were where she wanted them. She squirmed over me, trying to get more friction. "Harder Em…" she panted. This girl was going to kill me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me holding her still while thrusting into her with as much force as I could in our cramped quarters.

I felt her start to shake over me, tightening around my dick and calling my name. Her orgasm started my own and I rammed into her one more time spilling everything I had inside her.

She fell on top of me, sighed deeply and I wrapped my arms around her. That was worth the wait.

BPOV

Mike smiled at me from across the table, his dinner pushed aside and his hands resting on the table. He'd started to reach out to hold my hands a couple of times but never quite summoned the courage. Just as well, I thought, this date was turning out to be a nightmare.

When Mike came to get me he drove me directly to this diner in downtown Forks. It was okay and the greasy food cured my hangover, but it was loud and a strange setting for a first date. Or maybe my date was just strange.

Some kids from school were there and came over to talk and they were all nice but just a bit…boring. Mike was boring. The diner was boring. This date was boring.

Something about the last 48 hours made me realize I needed a little adventure in my life. Friends that challenged me and know how to have a good time. I fingered the metal bar on my belly. Friends that were sexy, controlled and had egos as big as a blimp. Gah. Why did I think Edward was so hot when he was being such an ass?

Two days ago I wanted nice and normal. Now I just wanted my mouth to taste like candy and my body to feel like it was on fire.

Mike was a bucket of cold water and I had to get out of here.

"Mike I'm not feeling so well, I have a really bad headache, do you think we could go now?" I asked using my sweet but sick voice. I really did have a headache from all those stinking Pink Ladies.

He agreed readily because, well, he was so nice and he drove me straight home talking the whole way home about our next date.

Great.

As we walked to the door of my house I could feel the nerves radiating off of him. He was totally going to kiss me. I had to put a stop to this now before it went any further.

"Mike, thanks for the great dinner it was really…" and he kissed me. With no warning. It was all tongue and slobber and I tried to back off but he pulled me in more. I just started thinking about Edward and how his mouth felt and how I wished I was kissing him right now on my front step instead of Mike Newton. Finally, he stopped and I looked up at him, realizing I had a problem. He was beaming, like I'd just given him the best kiss of his life.

Crap.

I think I led him on a bit when I fell into my Edward daydream. Well, I would deal with this later. I had to get out of there before he tried again.

I opened the door and jumped inside. I said, "Okay then, thanks…yeah, bye!" and ran inside and up to my bathroom. I scrubbed my mouth with toothpaste and washed my hands and face. I had to get all traces of Mike off of me. Once I finished I went to my room, stripped off my date clothes and pulled on a Cocks tank top and boy shorts. I curled up on the bed and closed my eyes hoping my head would stop pounding.

After a minute I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I looked at the screen and did not recognize the number. I read the message

Check your iPod

What? I got off the bed and walked over to my desk. My iPod was sitting in its home, where I had left it. I picked it up and my phone vibrated again.

Press play

So I did. There was a new playlist titled Because I Can't Decide. I clicked through the songs.

Love Song-311/The Cure

It's My Life-No Doubt/Talk Talk

I Think Were Alone Now-Tiffany/Tommy and the Shondrells

Live and Let Die-The Beatles/Guns & Roses

Blackbird-The Beatles/Sara Maclachalan

Behind Blue Eyes-Limp Bizkit/The Who

Mrs. Robinson-The Lemonheads/Simon& Garfunkel

Groovy Kind of Love-Phil Collins/The Troggs

The list went on and on.

Edward.

My phone buzzed in my other hand.

What do you think?

I sat for a while not knowing what to do. I was touched but the gesture made my heartache. There was this sweet man locked inside that ass of a boy but, I wasn't sure if I trusted him.

My phone was still and I knew it was my time to play the game. I typed my message and pressed send.

I'm impressed

In half a second my phone rang. It was the same number. Edward's number. I pressed the button.

"Hi," I said, not knowing where this was going.

"Hi," he breathed back. He seemed unsure as well and asked, "So you liked it?"

"Of course Edward, thanks. But, when exactly did you do this?" I was serious. My iPod hadn't left my room in days.

"I took it," he stated simply, "when you were out with Newton. You know I fucking hate him!" I think I may have heard him growl.

I couldn't help but laugh and climbed on my bed leaning back on the pillows. I stretched my legs out and changed my tone. "So you climbed in my window, when I wasn't home, stole, my IPOD, downloaded 43 different remakes, snuck back in and replaced it. Is that right?" I asked incredulously.

The phone was silent. I'm not sure if he realized it before but we both knew it now. It was a grand gesture.

He was totally into me.

I smiled on the bed waiting for him to respond, confident with the knowledge for the first time since I came to Forks, that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

"Yeah, I guess that's what I did," Edward said, his voice so deep I could swim in it. "I miss you, Bella. I am such a fucking idiot."

"I know. You are an idiot but I miss you too." I said quietly. I pushed up my tank and absent-mindedly began toying with my belly ring. I suddenly heard a sharp gasp and then a groan over the phone.

"Edward? Are you okay?" I asked.

"Bella… when did you get that?" he said sounding strange.

I was confused. "Get what Edward?" What was he talking about?

"Your belly button pierced. When did you do that?" he asked and then continued, "I saw you 3 weeks ago at the beach and that was definitely not there."

He could see me.

That freaky little stalker. First he was in my room now he was watching me from outside.

I jumped off the bed and looked out the window. It was pitch black and I could only see the outline of the big tree outside. I walked over and flung thew window open and when I leaned out I could see him. He was in the tree, crouching, holding his phone, with a huge Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

I wasn't sure what to say because part of me was livid and the other part was definitely turned on. This was the adventure I was talking about. Life with Edward was never boring. Psychotic perhaps but never boring.

He snapped his phone closed and started towards me. He got to the windowsill and I stopped him with my hand.

"You are not coming in here. This is my room and you can't just come in and out when you want to. Got it?" I told him and meant it. I wasn't totally sure how I felt about this whole thing. "But you can sit right here and talk to me for a minute."

He nodded and settled in. He reached over, grabbed the hem of my shirt and pushed it up. He began running his finger on my piercing. My body broke out in chills.

He noticed, of course, and grinned but his eyes were not happy. "Bella, you didn't let Newton touch you here with his filthy hands, did you?" he said, his voice was hard.

"No!" I shouted a little too loudly, but the thought of Mike touching me in the same way as Edward made me a little sick. "No, Edward. Actually, I did this for you, to make you crazy." A smirk pushed up my face and I took a step back, out of his reach. "Is it working?"

He lunged at me but I stopped him, "Ahh…remember no coming in. This is my private space and I have to invite you in. You know, like a vampire." I teased but he moved back to his spot.

"Vampire huh?" He asked, then bared his teeth and hissed.

I narrowed my eyes at him as he motioned for me to come closer, and as I moved back towards the window he reached out and grabbed my waistband, pulling me towards him roughly. He held me tight for a minute, both of us trying to figure out where to go next.

Finally, he nodded at the window. "So, I'm not allowed in the room, but I can sit here?" He leaned in and whispered, close to my ear.

I gulped. His breath was warm on my skin it was almost intoxicating. "Yes," I answered with as much strength as I could muster.

He started running his thumb under the edge of my shorts, side to side, across my stomach. "Is it okay then, for me to touch you, like this?" his voice almost cracked.

"Yes." I said, barely getting out the words.

His eyes became intense, "And, I can kiss you?" he paused, reached up with both hands and gently took my face, "That's okay?" He waited, giving me time to respond.

Holding my eyes with his own, I could tell he was being sincere, wanting an honest answer. He was asking and not taking.

All I could do was nod.

He started on my forehead and then showered my whole face with small, sweet kisses. At some point I stopped breathing. My mind, which was barely functioning, was screaming for me to run and get away before this all hurt too much. But my heart was slamming around in my chest demanding I go in head-first, to drown myself in him.

He stopped and looked my mouth. The corners of his mouth turned up into his beautiful, crooked smile. His eyes caught mine and I was shocked. He went from zero to 60 in half a second. Sweet Edward was gone and the cocky self assured one was back in front of me.

He wrapped his arms around me and tumbled us away from the window and onto the floor. He rolled me to a stop under him and pushed himself up, hands straddling my head and his knees spreading mine apart. We were both breathing heavily.

He bent his elbows and dipped towards me, kissing me hard and long, breathing into my mouth.

I grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him closer, inhaling the smell of leather.

I wanted his body to melt into my own.

Maintaining my hold on him I pulled away from Edward's mouth so I could lick and chew on his ear.

He flinched.

Laughing, I grabbed his face and bit his mouth, like I know he loves me to do.

"Bella," he breathed through my teeth. "I am so sorry."

He kissed his apology to me, using his tongue to ask for forgiveness.

I ran my finger down his sharp cheek bone, beginning to get rough with stubble, and held it on his jaw, forcing it upward so he was looking me in the eye.

"I forgive you Edward. But don't fuck with me again. My heart can only take so much," I told him softly.

I pulled myself up so I was sitting on my elbows, while he was still on his knees between my legs.

My heart was pounding in my ears and I could feel his vibrating across from me.

He touched the collar of my tank with his finger and ran it down the middle of my chest, slowly dragging it down, inch by inch, only stopping to finger the belly ring. He bent his head down and sucked the soft spot just below my naval and then returned to tracing the line, barely touching me as he skimmed over my shorts, my inner thigh and finally resting at my knee.

This time he made me flinch.

He closed his eyes and said, "You were right, it is time for me to grow up and make some changes. And I want to start with you."

I pulled myself up eye level and kissed both his eyes.

He opened them slowly and relief spread across his face as he saw my huge grin and he wrapped his arms around me.

Hope this eases some concerns...R/R!