First thanks for all the awesome reviews! First of all there are too many to thank but Twlightlvr1 & Brittneve-you guys make me feel so loved!!!! Also, I am happy you all are cool with my Grease interpretation. I take it a little further here....I kind of had to chage this one, well, for the future. I think you will all be more than okay with the variation. Bethaboo thanks for being my masta beta & DT thanks for running ideas with me and making me snort Mt. Dew up my nose three times a day, and JDSK-sigh, you complete me. Well in this crazy assed world of FF and Twilight that is.

Cake-Stick Shifts & Safety Belts

Chapter 14

"One for you," Alice said as she handed me a medium sized box, "and one for me," pulling out a second similar box and putting it on her lap.

There was a third box, I suspected for Rosalie, on the floor by the bed. Alice ignored it and looked at me expectantly, encouraging me with her eyes to open mine.

I hesitantly opened the box and found a pool of shimmery, pink fabric. I raised an eyebrow at Alice, fearing where this was headed, yet trapped in her room with no escape.

Before I could pick it up, she tore the lid off her own box and pulled out a matching piece of cloth, and held it up to admire. It was a jacket, soft pink satin, with black edging. As she turned it I could see the script on the back.

Pink Ladies.

Alice jumped up from the bed and put her arms into the sleeves and smoothed down the fabric on the front as she ran to the mirror. She called out to me, "Bella! Put it on!"

I stood up and put on my jacket, which was a perfect fit. I walked over to the mirror and Alice turned to me and began touching the collar and sleeves and said, "Oh! You look great."

"Alice, I feel kind of silly, I mean, this whole movie thing is not a dress up event, is it?" I asked as I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered how much of a fool I was going to feel like in the shiny coat.

"Bella, I have wanted to be a Pink Lady since I was 7 years old when I stayed home from school sick one day and my mom let me watch Grease on TV. Of course, I had no idea what they were talking about the whole time but the love affair of Sandy and Danny was magical. I've wanted to see this on the big screen my whole life. Don't ruin this moment for me," she said, glaring at me before turning back to the mirror.

I sat down at her makeup table and brushed my hair back into a ponytail. I decided to let Alice have her fun and not make waves. I actually understood what she was talking about and remembering my vow when I moved here, this was an opportunity to break out of my box a little. I was learning, like Alice, that sometimes you had to make your dreams reality on your own.

Other than the jacket Alice made no comments about my outfit for the night. And although I had never been a big fan of jewelry I pulled out Alice's box and put on some large silver hoop earrings. I had on a tight baby tee with my large yellow crown on the front, jeans I had rolled up under the knee and a pair of ballet flats.

Edward and Jasper were coming to pick us up at Alice's house tonight for the movie. Alice was going to drive her Porsche once they arrived and Edward and I would go in his convertible. Her parents were out of town and it had been arranged for me to stay with her while they were gone. We planned to make the most out of our night without supervision.

We were waiting in the kitchen when they rang the bell. Alice opened the door and flung herself into Jasper's arms, like they hadn't seen one another in days instead of the couple of hours it had been.

I saw my Edward standing on the porch in his boots, laces untied and hanging around his feet, skinny legged jeans, and dark blue sweater. We walked towards one another and he reached out and pulled my waist towards him once I was close enough. He bent down and kissed me slow and soft.

"Nice jacket," he said and I rolled my eyes at him and pointed to Alice who was currently occupied by Jasper and his roaming lips.

"Well, apparently, I'm Sandy…which makes you Danny." I poked him in the chest, smiling.

"Yeah right…" he leaned down and grazed my ear with his teeth before saying, "isn't Sandy all virginal and pure? I know you and I haven't gone that way yet but…something tells me you're closer to Rizzo than Sandy."

I pulled back and twisted my face into mock horror, trying to appear offended. "Well, that may work out to your advantage, in the long run, don't you think?" I laughed and started out the door towards the car.

I felt him move swiftly behind me and suddenly his arms were around my waist and he was carrying me down the steps, laughing as he told me,"I plan to use every advantage I can get when it comes to you."

After two stops on the side of the road to make out, one argument over who was tougher, John Travolta or Jeff Conaway, three giant boxes of Milk Duds, Junior Mints & Hot Tamales, and a super sized Mountain Dew, we finally made it to the drive-in and parked the car.

The movie was being shown on a large screen at the local park downtown. There were cars every where and the place was packed. Edward climbed over the seat to the back and reached out his hand for me to do the same.

The top was down although the night air was cool, but we had brought several blankets to keep us warm.

Edward leaned back into the seat and stretched his legs out across the back seat, pulling me between his legs, with my back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled in as close as I could get.

As the opening credits began cars began honking and I could hear cheers through out the park. It was better seeing the movie on the big screen, just like Alice predicted and Edward and I kept making jokes during the movie, laughing because I knew all the lines and the words to every song.

I was happy in this moment and I snuggled into Edward, content.

As the movie progressed my mind wandered from the screen and I began focusing on the closeness of Edward, and the way his body felt next to mine. We were in a huge field, surrounded by cars but I felt like we were in our own little bubble, away from the crowd. Just being near him like this ignited the familiar ache that spread through my body when he was close.

I could feel his warm breath on my neck and his fingers were beginning to roam under the blanket. Light kisses scattered across the back of my neck and around my throat. I flinched, as it tickled and made my stomach drop with anticipation.

My body called out to him, and I shifted my position to relieve some of the pressure, when I felt Edward tense.

I froze, waiting for a response.

Oh. Well, not all of him was still.

The problem was that I loved the control I had over Edward's body. I loved that it reacted to me and my movements, my words and gestures. I felt so out of control with this whole relationship that I reveled in the tiny bit of control I had over him physically.

I ground into him lightly, again, to see where he wanted to take this. He was leading this dance but I wasn't afraid to encourage him.

Groaning softly in my ear, he clutched my hips and eliminated any space between us, pulling me towards him, hard, into his lap.

His hands pushed under my arms and he grazed the sides of my breasts, teasing, making me arch my back slightly, begging for more contact.

He worked his way down to my thighs and pulled my legs apart, letting his fingers rest on my core.

"Edward," I whispered, "I don't want to you to stop…ung…" I bit my lip as he manipulated his thumb down the seam of my jeans.

"I'm not going to stop," he directed quietly, "keep your eyes forward, no one will know."

Following his directions I kept my sights on the movie. I knew we were visible, in public, but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted him so badly.

Edward moved his hands to my waist and pushed his hand down the front of my pants, settling on my wet center, causing me to buck my hips forward.

His tongue was on my neck and he slowly stroked me. He touch was graceful and experienced. Confident, as usual.

I hissed at his touch and short gasps came from my mouth.

"Shhhh…" he whispered, forcing me to grit my teeth and breathe through my nose.

Needing more friction, I bent my knee and rested a foot on the back of the passenger seat, shifting the angle of my body.

I quickly rose to his touch, found a rhythm with his hands and held my breath, clutching his legs tightly, riding out my orgasm in silent bliss.

I fell back, exhaling slowly, loving the feel of Edward's hand still gently cupping me, calming my nerves with his lingering touch.

As my breathing returned to normal he slid his hand out of my pants and kissed me on my forehead.

I sat up and turned around and kissed him on the lips, taking my time, licking every part of his mouth, as I wanted to devour him slowly.

I could hear the movie, the final song playing, and looked up. Danny and Sandy were flying off into the sunset in their magic car.

"Hey, let's make like those guys and get out of here." I said to Edward's smiling face.

"We'll miss the second feature and I was really looking forward to seeing your "Cool Rider" impersonation." He laughed at me but was already moving to the front seat and helping me forward.

"We could stay but I have better plans. Don't worry, I have a performance or two you won't want to miss. I just think they would be better received in private." I taunted him, joining in his laughter, as he wove the car through the traffic and out of the park.

XXx

RPOV

I had no idea what I was doing at this stupid drive-in. I think I was trying to distract myself from the shitty situation I was in.

Or maybe was in. Things were unclear.

I made Angela come with me, since Ben was at work that night and she didn't have a date either.

Rosalie Hale was dateless.

Stop the presses. Call TMZ or Perez Hilton because pigs were flying.

It was shocking, I know, but I guess I understood. The rumors floating around school would scare away any interested male and then add the fact no one understood how Emmett fit into all of this and you had one big clusterfuck.

After Lauren's party it was pretty clear what happened to any guy who made move on me while Emmett was around. James learned that the hard way with a broken nose and a kicked ass.

I'd left the car and was walking over to the bathroom, waiting outside until it looked empty because I didn't want to go inside alone. The gossipy girls of Forks High have been looking for something like this for years to bring me down.

Like I was that easy to break.

Stupid possible pregnancy. I constantly felt like I had to pee now that I might have a bun in the oven.

I was also eating all the time, feeling movements in my stomach and I might have hemorrhoids. Although, I wasn't completely sure what a hemorrhoid was.

I had bought the pregnancy test two weeks ago but was still afraid to pee on the stick. It was sitting in the pharmacy bag, in my sock drawer, out of sight.

So here I was, dateless on a Saturday night, dodging rumors, and compulsively checking my ankles for swelling.

I watched three girls go in the bathroom door and I let out a huge sigh. My bladder was going to implode. I eyed the patch of trees by the baseball field.

"Rose." I heard my name come out of his mouth.

I looked over and the bastard, and possible sperm donor, with his hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched.

He looked tired, like he hadn't slept in days.

Me neither.

He eyed me tentatively and took a step closer.

I stood my ground, letting him approach, but I put on my best bitch face so he wouldn't know I was about to crumble inside.

"Can we talk?" He asked.

His voice was so low, so tender and full of concern.

I wanted to grab that head of curly hair and cling to him, make him force me to pee on the stick and suck it up.

But no.

I was Rosalie Hale and I was not going to show him or anyone else that I was losing my fucking mind and scared half to death.

"Sure." I answered with false confidence.

He stepped closer until he was almost in my reach.

Almost.

"Rose, is it true?" he asked, the pain flashing in his eyes.

I plastered a look of innocence on my face and spoke clearly, "Is what true? Am I here alone? Do my ankles look fat? Did you ruin my life? I don't know, Emmett. You tell me."

He stared at me, speechless, his mouth hanging open.

"Look. This is not your problem. It's mine and I'll take care of it," I looked at him hard, willing myself the courage to get through this conversation.

Emmett looked devastated.

Good.

"Rose, come on," his said, his tone desperate, "let me talk to you about this."

I started backing away, trying to make my escape. There was no way we were going to talk about this. If I let him in the damn would break and there would be no turning back.

"You've done enough," I choked and turned my back to him. I heard him curse under his breath and wait for a moment, shifting on his feet, trying to decide what to do.

The bathroom door swung open beside us and the girls who entered earlier came out laughing but turned silent when they saw us standing there.

I waited for them to pass us before I quickly spun towards the door and pushed it open, leaving Emmett outside, alone.

Xxx

EPOV

"Hop on my back," I told her and bent down a little so she could place her hands on my shoulders and jump up. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she nuzzled her nose under my collar. She had a large camping lantern in her hands and it was swinging across my chest, lighting the trail.

"How much further," she asked, "not that I mind, you know, being carried around like a three year old."

I climbed the familiar path, through the trees and stepped into the clearing. It was a wide circle and the full moon over head lit it up, making the grass shimmer with light.

Bella slid off my back and looked around. I started putting the blankets down that we brought from the car.

"Oh, Edward, it's beautiful up here, even in the dark." She said as she walked over to me and I pulled her down on the blanket, and then covering us up with another one as we settled in.

"I thought you'd like it. I found it one day when I was out hiking. It's just somewhere I come when I want to be alone." I said and pulled her in tight as she molded herself to my body, resting her head on my chest.

I breathed in her hair and smell and lost my self in her for a moment.

"In Phoenix, the city lights were so bright you could never see this many stars. It's amazing" she said and spoke more about Arizona and her mom, the friends she left behind and memories she'd had there.

I could listen to Bella talk all day, everything she said interested me. I always wanted to know more, because no matter what I learned, I never felt like I knew exactly what was going through her mind.

"Tell me about your boyfriend, what was his name, Jack?" I teased, not really caring but knowing it made her mad when I called him by the wrong name.

"Well, Jack, as you insist on calling him, was very handsome." She said sitting up and facing me. I saw her teeth glint in the moonlight as she smiled wickedly.

"I'd think so, to catch someone as beautiful as you," I said sincerely, encouraging her games. I found a strand of her hair and brushed it out of her eyes.

"And he was very smart, and popular, president of the senior class, everyone loved him," she continued.

"Hmmm…he sounds like quite a catch...tell me more," I stretched on my back and put my hands behind my head and watched her angelic face in the shadows of the lantern.

She climbed over my body, straddling my legs and put her hands on my chest, "I don't know, I wouldn't want you to get jealous," she said seductively. "Besides, it's all over now, so it doesn't matter."

She leaned into me and found my lips in the dark, kissing me softly, biting my lower lip and tugging it gently with her teeth before she pulled away.

God.

One soft kiss and a tug on my lip and I had to restrain myself from assaulting her.

"Well, what happened? I mean, if he was so great I'm sure you could've worked it out," I whispered, trying to lure her to come closer to me, where she could hear me and I could taste her.

I felt her hands pushing up the hem of my shirt and her cold hands pressing into my stomach, causing me to gasp and she laughed quietly at my discomfort.

Bella was an enigma to me. I knew she was insecure about my past and my intentions at times. But then when we were alone she was so confident. It was roller coaster of emotions to be with her and I couldn't get enough. I was like a junkie looking for my next fix and only her presence could soothe me.

I felt the cold air hit my flesh as she pushed my shirt up higher, and her lips were on my body, as she sucked and kissed her way up and down my torso.

She stopped for a moment and said, "Well, I met this guy, and, he wasn't just handsome, he was drop dead gorgeous." She resumed kissing me around my waist, hip to hip, causing me to shudder under her touch.

I smiled, listening to her words, feeling her touch.

"And he too, was popular, smart, and athletic," she continued, having crawled back up my body and was placing tiny kisses all over my neck and cheeks.

She moved her face so she was hovering over my own, before saying, "he has these amazing lips that I want to just suck off his face" and I smiled into her kiss as she tried to do just that.

When we came up for air, panting, I asked, "Anything else?"

Bella shimmied down my body, grinding on my hard cock for a moment for good measure, her hands making quick work of the button and zipper on my pants. I looked down at her and noticed she was not looking at me, avoiding my eyes.

"Bella," I said quietly and put my hand over hers and sat up a little.

She sighed, "No, Edward. I want to do this. Let me do this," she said with determination in her voice, her eyes still down.

I had no fight left in me, I wanted her so badly and I had been resisting her for so long now that it was becoming hard to remember why.

I pulled her face up by the chin and looked her in the eye, and whispered, "I love you," before I released her hand and laid back on the blanket.

I heard her take a deep breath, possibly surprised I let it go so easily.

"Of course" she said, continuing the conversation from earlier, breaking the small amount of tension in the air, "My new boyfriend has the most beautiful green eyes and this ridiculously fuckable hair." As she tugged my pants down on each side, I lifted my hips to help her out. "You just want to stick your hands in it and hold on tight."

I laughed out loud at that one and reached out for her, pulling her to me, attacking her mouth and inhaling her breath.

"You can hold onto any part of me that you want," I told her.

She moved away from my mouth and ran her fingers down my body, stopping at my engorged dick which she slowly began stroking, her thumb rubbing the tip gently.

I groaned loudly, fighting for composure.

She looked up at me for a second and caught my eye and before responding, "Yes, I'm well aware of that, and I plan to."

Bella was clearly in no hurry, and although I wanted to feel her hands on me forever, I was unsure as to how long I could last. It had been months since I had been with anyone, other than myself, and I was wound up tight.

I felt her explore my body with her hands and mouth, shivering as she ran her hand along my shaft which caused me to buck forward, searching for more.

I had never been with someone I loved before and it was amazing the difference it made. I'm not going to lie and say I wouldn't take it either way but the thought of Bella, hovering over me, loving me, not just fucking me, was taking me to a different level of pleasure.

Finished with her physical inventory, she focused in on my straining dick, licking up one side and down the other.

"Bella…babe…." I gasped as she took me in her mouth, my entire length, and found a rhythm. I held my self back, not wanting to ram myself down her throat, which was my instinct and desire.

I reached for her hair and dug my fingers into her scalp, pushing her back some I grunted, "fuck, I'm coming…" but she shook me off and clamped her lips down tighter, preparing for the onslaught of my cum.

And I came, full stream. As I jerked in her mouth I was convinced I was riding out the strongest orgasm of my life. It was filled with lust and desire, but at the same time it was fueled by intense emotion.

When I was still, Bella moved back up and was sitting on my abdomen, pulling my shirt down and smoothing it with her hands. I kissed her palms as they were the closest part of her to me.

"I told you," she said from above.

Huh?

I had no clue what were we talking about before that.

She giggle-at the blank look on my face, I'm sure.

"I told you earlier," she started again, "that it would work to your advantage for me to be more like Rizzo than Sandy," and she fell into a fit of laughter as comprehension dawned on my face.

I rolled her shaking body off of me and pulled my pants up, and groped around for my jacket.

"Are you done?" I asked her as she wiped tears off her face.

"No, but I'll stop." she taunted, causing me to groan.

God. She was such a hot mess.

"Good. I have something for you." I told her and reached into my pocket, and pulled out a box.

She eyed me skeptically, and then snatched the box out of my hands, shaking it gently.

"What is it? A photo album of ass shots? No, too small, thank God. It sounds dainty, did you buy me panties?" she rambled on and on, which is what she tended to do when she got nervous.

I shrugged and kissed her, trying to shut her up.

It worked.

"Just open it. It's not a big deal." I said untruthfully.

It was a big deal.

For me.

I had never bought a present for a girl before. Ever.

I was afraid she'd hate it, or think it was cheesy, or pretend she liked it and then feel like she had to wear it for me.

I groaned mentally.

It's a gift. Get over it.

She pulled off the string holding it together and cracked open the lid. I could see a smile playing on her lips in the darkness as she reached her fingers in.

"Oh! Edward! It's beautiful." She pulled out the silver linked bracelet and ran her finger on the charms hanging around it.

"I wanted something to remind you of me, of us." I told her and brought her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her. I watched her face as she studied each charm.

"May I," I asked and she handed it over to me, coiling it in my palm.

I picked up a silver football and explained, "This one is for when we met."

She smiled at the memory and I continued, "And this one, the megaphone, is for when you told me to fuck off."

We laughed together quietly because that shit was kind of funny now.

She pulled it out of my fingers, "and a cell phone, because you take photos of my ass…nice…"

I shook my head letting my hair fall into my eyes on purpose, "No, because it was the way you told me you loved me."

Her fingers bushed the thatch of hair back and she was gazing into my eyes.

"I love you," she said simply.

I kissed her mouth.

"And the heart?" she asked quietly.

I kissed her again, a little harder and a little longer.

"My heart belongs to you." I confessed.

She gave me a shy smile, one that turned the corners of her lips before she said, "And mine is yours," and she held out her wrist for me to put the bracelet on.

Okay, something about this story makes me all mushy and gooey and I say cheesy shit like that and if any of my friends found out they would take me out back and kick my frilly panty assed self. And my guy friends would never let me live it down. BUT sigh, that is what Edward does to me. ONE WEEK!!! ONE WEEK!!! As we say in the south, give me some sugar , which here means leave me a review.