I have to thank my dear friends for helping me with this: m0t0b33 and teamalltwilight. And we have to welcome Pyejammies on the team! ;)
As always, I don't own anything Twilight related or anything else you might recognize in my story. I DO own the idea.
We'll just call them Hot Mama and Jailbait. :) Check the pictures in my FB group: Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction (link on my profile)
Edward's POV
When Bella invited herself to my night with Emmett, I knew this one that most likely unique moment to have her alone so I sent Em a message that said clearly he wasn't welcomed. He answered promptly that he actually forgot and that he was at his girlfriend's place.
Awesome.
I wasn't sure I'd pluck up the courage to make a move, expecting a dull night ahead.
It was anything but dull.
Turned out that Bella knew the bouncer – he didn't card me since I was with her. What shocked me was that Bella ordered beer for us. Then we grabbed the best seats and so the night began.
She's never talked as much as tonight. I had to get her drunk more often.
After three beers, she is leaning into me, her head on my shoulder. She's swaying slightly in rhythm with the music, humming the lyrics.
Woman knows every freaking word of every fucking song. I like the guys but she knows background shit only a stalker would know. She knows stuff about every brother, about the backstory of some songs…I'm amazed.
I had no idea I have a human encyclopedia around.
Right now they're playing a song I know I'm going to search once we get home. I fucking love it and I don't understand its meaning, but it's brilliant.
I used to see you every day
Used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
I danced to all your fucking soul
I left you with your nose bleedin'
And your toes creepin' around
Ahhh so mundane and incomplete
Hand me down my pants and get me off this street
I'm passed out in your garden,
I'm in I can't get off so soft
I'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body,
I'd come into your party but I'm soft
Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
Mutilating cat like eyes,
And in your noise blood decadence
You try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
You paint my fingers and you paint my toes,
You let your perfect nipple show
Bella kinda woke up with this song and she's almost bouncing in her chair.
And I'm anything but soft.
She wear this pair of jeans that molds to her ass and when she moves or raises her arms, her t-shirt rides up and shows me her perfect milky skin.
I finish my beer, trying to be good….I'm failing.
Especially when the band sings Sex on Fire.
Bella turns to smile big at me then I find myself on my feet, trying to dance with her. I'm not good at this shit.
Dark of the alley
The breaking of the day
The head while I'm driving
Soft lips are open
Knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying
Your sex is on fire
Consumed, with what's to transpire
Hot as a fever rattling bones
I can just taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest
You, your sex is on fire
"Fuck," I breathe as I watch Bella. She's turned around – her back to my front. Her arms are around my neck, her head is thrown back, her eyes half closed, her mouth open, her ass rubbing deliciously so close to my erection.
Fuck, she's so wasted and I'm such a pervert.
"Maybe we should go home?" I wonder, my hands grasping her waist.
"I haven't had so much fun in a long time," she tells me, tilting her head so it's resting on my shoulder. "Let's stay, at least until they finish." Now she's pouting.
So fucking not fair.
But I have no idea how much more my hormones can take.
Wow! She's such a charmer oh no
Wow! She's such a charmer oh no
Why she's always looking at me?
Why she's always looking at me?
Wow! She's such a charmer oh no, oh no
Wow! She stole my karma oh no
Sold it to the farmer oh no
Why she's always looking at me?
Why she's always looking at me?
Wow! She's such a charmer oh no, oh no
That she is – a charmer.
Now she's turned and our faces are so close…if I'll lean just a little…
Bella manages to stumble over my foot and I decide we should sit again because I'll probably do something we'll regret – she'll regret.
We drink another beer and when it's announced K.O.L. will be singing the last song of the night, Bella moans and surprises me by whistling loudly. I'm learning new things about my housemate.
When I chuckle, she glances at me sheepishly and blushes lightly.
I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you, and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody, you know that I could use somebody, someone like you
Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice, someone like me, go and let it out
Someone like you (somebody)
I've been roaming around always looking down at all I see.
I can't…
So taking my chances, I light a cigarette.
She eyes me upset but doesn't say anything, just sings the lyrics quietly…looking at me.
Fuck.
When the band finishes, the club's music starts playing quietly, but we don't make a move to leave. Bella sips from her beer while I drag from my smoke.
"You have to stop smoking," she comments when I stab the butt to the ashtray.
"Kay," I agree because I know it's not good.
"Let's go." She takes my hand leading me out of the club. Once outside, the cold air kind of wakes me from the daze I've been in inside the club.
Reality is a painful slap across the face – Bella can never be mine.
"Thank you for tonight, Edward." She rises on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek. "I had fun. And I hope I didn't make it awkward for you."
"I had fun too," I reply, grinning. "You can't make it awkward."
"Really?" she drawls, guiding me to the car.
I'm not sure it's a good idea. We both drank – sure I drank one beer…she drank…I've lost their number.
"Sure, Bella. Can I drive?"
She offers me the keys, keeping her hand on mine. "Really? Because no teenage boy in his right mind would like to been seen with his mother…or mother figure in a club."
"Girl best friend," I remind her, laughing.
"Oh, that makes sense." She nods seriously. "Almost forgot." She points to her chest getting my attention that she's not wearing a jacket…and it's cold outside…and her nipples are rock hard. "Girl best friend." Then she laughs loudly.
"I think my girl best friend is drunk," I whisper amused, clicking the car's alarm off then opening the passenger's door.
Once she's inside, I round the hood and trying not to be noticed, I adjust my hard on. I slide behind the wheel and start to drive home.
Bella reaches for the radio to change the channel until she finds a song she likes. Funny, it's a Kings of Leon song. Then she leans against the door and I can feel her eyes on me.
It's unnerving, especially when I feel her fingers on my forearm.
What the fuck is she doing?
"You've grown up so much since we met…"
"You too," I say, mentally kicking myself.
She giggles. "I'm gonna miss you when you go to college."
"I don't plan on moving away," I answer. "Actually, I'm thinking of UW."
"Yeah." She yawns loudly. "Sorry. We should talk about college. You're Senior year."
"Another time," I mutter.
We stay quiet until I stop at a red light and turn to see why she's been quiet. I expect to see her asleep, but she's staring at me…there's something in her chocolate brown eyes. Dare I think…lust.
No.
I'm wrong.
She's never shown any signs of being remotely attracted to me and if she says something now it's the alcohol talking.
"What?" I whisper, feeling self-conscious as she stares at me like that.
"You're pretty." She giggles, poking her tongue out at me.
I roll my eyes though my dick swells at her words. "You're pretty…drunk," I save my comment at the last moment.
If I'm not mistaken, she looks a little sad, but I don't have time to read too much into that because the light turns green.
When we finally get home, I help her take off her boots then steady her up the stairs until we reach her bedroom. I want to get her in bed, but she shakes her head and to my surprise, she starts unbuttoning her jeans.
Okay this is my cue to leave.
I change my clothes and try to settle for the night, but can't sleep so I decide to check on Bella. I hope she didn't fall or something – she's pretty smashed.
As I peek in her room, I see her on the bed and when I approach…I see she's in her black t-shirt and panties – the jeans have the legs inside out and are thrown on the floor along with her purple bra.
Fuck.
My fingers itch to snatch the garment off the floor and steal it.
She's sleeping…
I bet she won't miss this particular bra, right?
I bend and grab the bra off the floor – it's burning in my hand.
When Bella rolls on her side, mumbling something, I rush out of her room.
Fuck, I'm so hard I can't think straight. I lock myself in my room and rub my dick until I come so hard I pass out, her purple bra in my hand. I'm a sick motherfucker, I know.
There's a link in my FB group to an YT playlist. ;)
Plus...pictures in the story's folder.