Rating: M

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns all things Twilight - I just like to get weird with her characters.

A/N…Much love and thanks to my beta LovinRob for all of her encouragement and hard work on this story! Without her OCD and her cock/pussy thesaurus, this fic would be a hot mess of past and present tense and the word erection used repeatedly…

Many thanks to AmandaC3 for creating the marvelous banner for this story and the Togaward bonus banner. I wouldn't believe it was possible – but she made Rob hotter by wrapping him in pink bed sheets…

Hmm... Who here likes Edward? *LAHM counts hands* All of us? Good. Who here likes when he gets a little possessive and crazy? I guess we shall see...

Chapter 17 – Have A Little Faith in Me

Tonight is my first late shift at the library. It's 9:30 pm and I only have 30 minutes left. I am still not entirely comfortable here since my run in with Alec, Paul and Bongwater awhile back. To say that I am hyperaware of my surroundings would be an understatement for sure. As I go to place the last book on the shelf, I read the title and start chuckling a bit. The Analects of Confucius is the title, however, my eyes only seem to focus on four letters: a n a l.

Edward is enjoying himself immensely giving me all kinds of hell about my butt sex hypothesis rant a few nights ago . I remember waking the following morning after said rant with a massive hangover as he hands me a glass of water, two aspirin and the name and email address of some doctor. My eyes widen because I am not sure if he is telling me that I need to seek help for real, like maybe for my drinking or my undiagnosed Tourrette's syndrome. I raise my brow expectantly, needing an explanation. He just laughs and tells me that it is a contact at the Kinsey Institute for me to submit my anal research findings to. Nerd alert. Thank goodness for my fondness of Liam Niesen movies, otherwise I would have no clue that he was talking about a sex research institute and I wouldn't have come up with the amazing name for his cock. He really should thank me.

Ever since then he is constantly looking for ways to mess with me. Example, my cell phone. The boy changes my ringtone to a new song about butts just about every single day. I swear, the man is stealthy, because I never seem to notice him doing it. So far this week he has set it to Rumpshaker, Bootylicious, and Back That Azz Up. Yesterday, he set it sometime during our Human Sexuality class. I know this because while speaking to Dr. Banner about an assignment, Sir Mix A lot interrupts the conversation to notify all in earshot that 'I like big butts and I cannot lie'. I am certain that the bitch brow I leveled at him was a solid eleven on a one to ten scale of scary as fuck.

After placing the book on the appropriate shelf, I raise my arms over my head to stretch. There are only a few students left lingering around, so I make my way around the tables to collect the remaining books.

"Hey stranger!" says a familiar voice.

I turn around and find a very exhausted looking Mike. His hair is all over the place and his eyes look tired. There are books strewn all over the table, it appears he is trying to play catch up. But his smile, his smile is still as warm as ever and I can't help but smile back.

"Hey Mike." I say softly, slipping easily into our relaxed and comfortable rapport, "How goes it?"

"As good as can be expected, I guess." He shrugs and looks down "Dad's getting good care and my mom is hopeful, so we've got that going for us." He tries for another dazzling smile but it doesn't reach his eyes.

His father is receiving treatment here in Seattle. I've spoken to his mom on more than one occasion. As a matter of fact, I am going to have lunch with her tomorrow. I am looking forward to seeing her. For all intents and purposes, she's really the only mother figure I've had in years. My mom is, well, she is something else. The only thing I am not looking forward to is the whole 'hey, I have a new boyfriend, wanna hear all about him' discussion. Talk about uncomfortable.

I nod and pull my lip between my thumb and forefinger, unsure of what to say.

"Mom's pretty excited about your little lunch date tomorrow." He says wagging his eyebrows. "But don't worry; I took the bullet for you. I told her about Jess and Edward so you don't have to have that awkward conversation with her."

I shake my head and laugh. "Get out of my head, Sookie Stackhouse! How did you know I was absolutely dreading that conversation?"

He leans back in his chair and places his hands behind his head cockily. "You forget how well I know you, B. You have three tells." He informs me lifting three fingers to tick off as he lists them. "One, the lip bite which means you're horny. Two, the lip pull with your fingers means that you're worrying, and three, the Charlie Swan chin."

I give him a dramatic eye roll and pull up a chair because I am sure I am going to need a seat for this bullshit. "Enlighten me, what is the Charlie Swan chin?"

He sits up in his chair rubbing his hands together. "It's this look you get when you are angry or annoyed. It's like you jut out your chin and purse your lips all bitchy-like." He says while scrunching his lips and pushing out his neck and chin. "You like to bust this little gem out when you are being stubborn and refuse to discuss something. Or when you are mad as hell. I gotta tell ya', B. It used to drive me crazy and not in a good way."

He looks like a scowling, angry duck. Is that what my mad face looks like? Shit, I'll need to work on that.

"I do not look like that!" I defend incredulously.

"Yes, you do!" He assures me, while making the face and shimmying his shoulders with a little more sass than necessary.

We both start quietly cackling, we are in a library after all.

"So you and Jess made it official?" I ask timidly since I am not sure if we have hit the comfortable point in our friendship that we can openly discuss our new significant others without it getting awkward.

He nods and smiles. My God, he is blushing.

He leans back once again. "Yeah. We're… She's… She's just awesome, B!" He gushes, "Seriously, she has really been there for me though all of this. She's great."

I place my chin in my hands and my elbows on the table. His smile is absolutely contagious and I can't help but be ecstatic for my deliriously happy friend even though I think that his new lady love might be a bad day from an episode of Snapped.

"How about you and Cullen, huh? I can tell it's going well, it's written all over your face, girl!"

I sigh dreamily and confirm with a nod of my head that we are a we and a very good one at that.

"I never got the chance to thank you and/or him for that matter for, uh, you know, getting Dad in with Dr. Eleazar. That was really decent of him."

"Edward's dad got the consultation for him; they are golf buddies or something." I shrug as I had nothing to do with this.

"Yeah, I met his dad. Good guy. He stopped in to see my dad while he was getting his treatment. At that point, I had to spill the beans on Edward, and I figured it was a good segue into telling the 'rents about Jess as well."

I don't recall Carlisle never mentioning that he looked in on Senior. I may adore the good doctor even more.

Closing time was approaching, so I tell Mike I have to finish up. Standing up, he begins collecting the books from the table.

"Let me take care of this. You need to get home and get some sleep." I tell him, giving him a slap on the back and pushing him toward the door.

Snickering and shaking his head he smiles at me as he gives me a short wave and pulls his backpack over his shoulder as he heads out the door. Sorting and stacking his books into my cart, I hear footsteps approaching. Mike must have forgotten something. As I turn to ask him what he left behind, I notice Alec sauntering towards me wearing his signature cocky smirk.

"Well, hello there, Bell-a," He says smoothly drawing out my name.

Disgusting. I give him a curt nod as I turn back around and reach for the last of the reference books on the table, hoping that he will pass.

"Loving the view," He whispers in my ear as I feel his hand ghost across my lower back.

I straighten up abruptly and back up into my cart. The smirk on his face is now a full on leer.

"The library is closing. You need to leave." I say, trying to keep my voice impassive to match my aloof expression. This causes his grin to widen; perhaps I need to work on my poker face as well.

He advances ever so slightly and places the book in my cart as he did weeks before. His eyes rake over my body as he leans in and I simultaneously shrink back into the cart. This is clearly the reaction he was hoping for. With a creepy wink and a perverted lick of his lips, he gives me a lazy salute.

"Always good to see you, Bella," He taunts as he retreats, still leering as if he is seeing me naked or something.

I can feel the bile bubbling up my throat. I want to race to the nearest bathroom and empty the contents of my stomach. My hands shake slightly as I gather the last of the books in the area and make my way to the backroom to drop off the cart for the evening. I back the cart in through the door just as a smirking Lauren is exiting. Her grin becomes infinitely wider when she notices me coming through the door.

"My-oh-my, you sure are popular with the boys, aren't you bookworm!" She sneers as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Wouldn't Edward love to know just how popular you are?"

For the second time this evening, I have difficulty keeping my face from betraying my emotions, which happen to be all over the place tonight. Everything in my body is begging me to do something crazy like turnaround and motherfuck her, or throw a book at her boob and laugh as her implant bursts. But I can't because I was born without a set of balls, literally and figuratively. So instead, I go all Rosalie Hale on her. Whipping around, I throw her my best bitch brow and mimic her posture with my arms folded over my chest.

"Aww, Lauren. What has got ya' in such a sour mood, sweet-pea? Is it the raging case of the herp the basketball team gave you flaring up again?"

Her eyes widen at the sharpness of my tone, and then narrow considerably as she realizes what I said to her. I fully expect her to come back with a witty or bitchy retort. Instead, she throws up a middle finger in my direction as she quietly exits the room.

I breathe a sigh of relief that our barb trading didn't turn into a full on altercation as I grab my coat and clock out. I give a wave to Harry, the security officer who is beginning his rounds on this floor as I make my way to the elevator.

I am still on edge over the Alec and Lauren encounters. I just need to get the fuck out of here. The eerie calm and quiet of the library has me jittery and uneasy for some reason. I quicken my pace as I near the elevator. I am nearly there when I feel someone's arm wrap around my waist and across my chest as I am pulled into an adjunct office and the door is shut behind me. I open my mouth to scream and desperately try to remember the self-defense lessons that my dad insisted Rose and I take upon our acceptance into U-Dub.

"Ssshhh, baby." Edward coos in my ear as I hear him lock the door behind us.

Sweet relief. "Christ, Edward. You scared the shit out of me!" I cry as I turn around, nestle into his chest and wrap my arms around his waist.

My heart is beating wildly and I can't stop the trembling in my hands or the quivering of my lips. I have half a mind to run to the restroom and check my panties for skid marks because my boyfriend may have literally just scared the shit out of me.

"Were you expecting someone else?" He asks as he backs me up until I am pinned between him and the door.

I shake my head against his chest, just as Edward places his hands in my hair and tugs it slightly to the left so he can nuzzle my neck. He is breathing deeply through his nose. It sounds like he is getting himself worked up, in both a good way and a bad way. Just as I am about to open my mouth to ask him what's wrong, I feel his hand sliding down the front of my leggings and into my panties. I gasp slightly as his fingers slide my panties over and he roughly rubs them over my center.

"You're not wet, baby." He says with a small crooked smile and just a hint of surprise coloring his voice. "You wanna know why you aren't wet, Bella?" He asks as he continues running three fingers along my slit.

He begins rubbing harder, circling quickly and teasing my entrance with his middle finger. I nod my head absently, although I am curious where he is going with his line of questioning.

"Because she knows who she belongs to."

And with that, Edward's mouth quickly covers mine with a fervent kiss. This kiss is different. It's passionate in every sense of the word, but there is a hint of desperation lingering there as well. There is a purpose to this kiss. It's meant to silence. It's meant to control. His words play back through my head. Because she knows who she belongs to. He must have run into that bitch, Lauren. She must have told him about my uncomfortable encounter with Alec.

He continues to kiss me deeply. Even in the confusion of the situation, my body is unswerving in its allegiance to his command as I can hear his fingers working over the moisture forming in my core. Abruptly he removes his fingers and firmly picks me up by my ass to walk me over to the large metal desk and places me on top of it. I hear the metal pop and whine under my weight. Edward collapses into the rolling office chair and pulls himself forward between my legs.

"Edward, we…" I stutter as he starts bunching the front of my shirt up. "We can't do this here. I'll lose my…"

"Please, don't." He says quietly, all authority gone from his voice as he lays his head on my lap. "Don't deny me this, Bella. You have no idea. No clue as to how crazy I feel right now. How fucking out of control I feel when it comes to you."

"Edwa…" I try to interrupt, but am immediately silenced as his head snaps up and I see the crazed look in his eye. With a severe expression on his face he stands slowly and places his lips against my neck.

"I trust you, Bella. I swear I do." He promises emphatically as he skims my jaw with his nose. "But standing there, watching you fuckin' laugh and smile and joke with him. It makes me sick. I fuckin' hate it, Bella." He ends with a snarl before latching his mouth against my throat, sucking hard.

He slowly pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. Flipping my hair over my opposite shoulder he repeats his previous steps on my throat and collarbone.

"I can't stand that there is someone out there who might know you better than me." He admits as he draws my bra strap down and sucks on my shoulder. "It kills me to think that there may be someone who you care for more than me."

His confession guts me. How could he possibly think that I could ever want anyone more than him?

I close my eyes and tilt my head back as he runs his scruff and his tongue across my chest. I gasp as he lowers my other strap, grazing my breast as he pulls the cup of my bra down. My face and chest flush scarlet as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

"I want to be the only one who can make you blush like that, Bella." He mutters into my cleavage as he reaches around to unclasp my bra, letting it fall into my lap. "The only one you need." He continues.

His voice is rough and gritty with want as his fingertips gently trail down my back.

"You are, Edward!" I pant as I feel his thumbs slip under the waist of my leggings and panties. "Only you…"

He claims my mouth again, sucking my bottom lip into his before releasing and running his tongue over it. He rests his forehead against mine with his eyes closed, breathing deeply.

"Show me, Bella." He commands as he pulls my pants and underwear down my legs. "Show me that you're mine."

And so I do.

I place my lips against his eagerly. With trembling fingers, I fumble with his belt buckle, button and zipper. I smile against his lips once I have him freed and slide the offending articles down his legs. Stomping them off of his feet, he kicks them near the pile of our clothes.

As he moves to lift his shirt over his head, I lean in to place my tongue on his chest. I taste and tease and tempt his nipple, while gently running my fingernails over his abs. I can feel his dick resting near my hip. It's as hard as a rock as it strains and slowly inches toward my center.

He eases me gently back on the cold metal of the desk. I shiver slightly, but I am not sure if it is from the surface or the fact that he is reacquainting his fingers with my vaginal walls. I cannot take my eyes off of him as he stands over me, gloriously naked and working me over with a fierce and focused expression.

I want him. I want to feel him inside of me. I want to reassure him that he has all of me, every part of me. Fear holds me back from saying what he probably needs to hear the most – that I love him. So I will show him how I feel. So he will know without a shadow of doubt. Leaning forward, I seize the back of his head by his hair and pull him in for a searing kiss.

I spread my legs wide as I lay back and scoot to the edge so he can take full advantage of my offering. He unconsciously licks his lips and rubs his cock a couple of times before placing it right where I need him the most. His eyes meet mine, silently letting me know that this won't be gentle. I reassure him gently with the one word that he needs to hear.

"Yours."

And with that one word, Edward thrusts into me as deeply as he can go. He grabs the back of my knees to keep me spread wide. The metal of the desk below me is loud and echoing throughout the room each time he slams into me. I am worried that someone may hear and come to investigate. But not even the thought of jail time for performing a lewd and lascivious act can make me ask him to stop. His pace is frantic. Fast and hard, his hips piston wildly. A strangled groan escapes his lips.

"Touch yourself, baby doll." He orders with a quick jerk of his chin towards my chest, never slowing his pace even for a second.

And like his good girl, I obey his instruction as I lean up on my elbows and place a hand over each of my breasts. I let my hands linger there for a few seconds before I begin to squeeze the flesh. I let my thumbs run over my nipples until they are almost painfully hard and straining upward. For the first time since he pulled me into this room to have his way with me, Edward smiles. He smiles my favorite crooked smile. It lets me know that he loves what I'm doing. He relishes my need to please him, to reassure him of my feelings for him and my loyalty to him alone.

We both look down to where we are joined and watch as his cock slides in and out of me. I ache for him to touch me. Feeling brave, I lean up and lick the shell of his ear before I issue a directive of my own.

"Baby, I want you to go sit in that chair for me." I say as I push gently against his chest.

He closes his eyes, continuing to rapidly penetrate me deeply. Hmm. It seems he requires more encouragement.

"Baby, I want you to go sit down in that chair." I try again before asking with a seductive purr, "Come on, Edward. Don't you want me to show you I'm yours?"

He nods and releases my legs as he staggers backwards to the rolling desk chair. I hop off the desk and position myself over his lap. Using the arms of the chair for leverage, I push up and slowly lower myself down his shaft.

I feel his pubic bone against my ass and I know that he is in as far as he can go. I close my eyes and savor the feeling of fullness I experience in this position. Edward scoops up each of my breasts and smashes them together, running his tongue back and forth over my nipples. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning.

I alternate between bouncing and rolling and grinding all over his cock. My arms are burning from pulling my weight up and down, over and over again. Perhaps Tanya is on to something with the strength training she does three times a week. I continue to ride him for a few more minutes, until he decides to take over once more.

"Lean back, baby." He says as he gently eases me backwards.

"Don't worry, I've got you." He reassures me as he must see the panic in my eyes that I am going to fall backwards.

And so I let him. I let him take what he needs, how he needs it.

His climax is looming. I can feel the slight tremble in his legs beneath me. I can see the growing tension in his jaw as it approaches. Mine is near as well. We frantically race towards it together. Our thrusts grow impatient and become jerky. I grab my hair in my hands tightly at the roots. I don't know why but for some reason I need the pain to balance the pleasure that is sure to consume us both. I latch my mouth to his neck as he roughly impales me over his cock once, twice, three times before he releases inside of me. Moments later my world shatters as my climax takes me, us.

I shut my eyes tightly as I try to focus on his deep, labored breathing and the rapid beating of his heart against my hand. The only other sound in the room is the hum of the fluorescent light above us. After several minutes, I detach myself from his body and we both quietly dress.

Thank goodness for cold and flu season because the office has a full stock of Clorox wipes in one of the two-drawer filing cabinets. I make quick work of wiping off the desk and the faux-leather chair. We exit the room looking all around, hoping that Harry is still doing his rounds in another area of the library. We opt to take the stairs, running down them as fast as we can and practically sprint to the exit. Once our feet hit the pavement of the quad, I know that I have to put my big girl panties on and address this situation.

"Edward," I start nervously, wrapping my arm around his elbow as we cross the quad, "I think we need to talk."

He continues to walk, looking out into the distance, focusing on anything other than me. "About what?" He asks indifferently.

Is he really going to make me spell it out for him? "What do you mean 'about what' – you know exactly what we need to discuss." I bristle in annoyance, "What was all that about back there?"

He rolls his eyes out of sheer aggravation and quickens his stride, essentially dragging me with no indication that he is going to speak on the matter. I feel physically hot as anger colors my features. As we approach his house, I crane my neck to see who is home in the makeshift driveway off of the alley. I don't see any cars which is unfortunate for Edward because shit is about to get real.

I stomp down his stairs and rip open his door. I happen to catch a glimpse of myself as I go to perch on his desk with my arms across my chest, the universal sign for 'I mean business'. I am sad to say that Mike was indeed correct; I do look like an angry duck. I try to twist my features so I look a little less ridiculous. He strolls in and gingerly shuts the door before he flops down onto the chaise. He's leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped tightly. His face is the mask of utter indifference.

"What brought it on, Edward?" I demand to know, digging right in.

"I thought we covered this at the library." He deflects masterfully.

"No, you told me you had a problem with me being tight with Mike. But this isn't a one-time thing, Edward. Remember how you lost your shit when you saw me speaking to those douche nozzles? If you go nuclear over seeing me have a friendly chat with a friend, you would be positively homicidal if you saw the run-in I had with Alec this evening." I goad him, admittedly trying to elicit a reaction.

His head snaps up and boy is he angry. Mask of indifference gone. Mission accomplished.

"Tell me what he said to you." He insists in a low tone of voice that makes me want to obey immediately, and maybe mount him a little as well.

I shake my head. "I am going to ask you one more time, Edward. Tell me what I did to set you off."

Rubbing his finger tips over his forehead, he snaps. "Nothing! Okay? It's nothing."

I slam my hands against the top of his desk and stomp like a 4 year-old to the door, but he is off his seat and in front of me before I can even reach the handle. I try to maneuver around him but to no avail.

Trying to grab my hands in his, he pleads with me.

"Just wait a minute, Bella. Just, hold on a second, okay, baby?"

Each time he gets a hold of one hand I rip it from his grasp. "If you aren't going to fucking acknowledge this, I am out of here!" I snarl and punctuate my point with a fierce index finger to his sternum.

He grabs said finger and pulls the entire hand to rest on his chest, his eyes are earnest as he begs, "Please, I don't want to talk about this, it's…"

"Why?" I scream at the top of my lungs and jerk my hand off of his body.

Before the word is completely out of my mouth, Edward explodes, "BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING HUMILIATING!"

Within seconds, he is on the other side of the room, gripping his hair tightly and punting his garbage can into his bookshelf. Pacing now, he begins his explanation, "The entire time, Bella! The entire fucking time I was with her she was cheating. Now, I do realize that you aren't her, Bella. Really, I do. But she did a fucking number on me and it's hard sometimes to let that shit go."

I nod my head in understanding and chew on my lip as I get the nerve up to ask him a question that I am not sure I can handle the answer to. "Do you still care for her, Edward?"

He shakes his head emphatically in the negative. "No. Fuck no. I just hate that I can't just switch it off, you know. I hate that I am always instantly suspicious of everyone and everything. Always feeling like nothing is as it seems. Waiting for the other shoe to drop and shit"

"And what about Alec? What's the story there?" I ask trying to move away from the Heidi topic.

He shrugs and flops back down on the chaise. "I don't know. He's just a dickhead. He has been since high school. We're both pretty competitive with grades and what-not." He explains, but I can tell he is holding something back.

"And…" I press, as he rubs his hands over his face in frustration.

"And, the night I found Heidi with Royce, he was coming out of the room zipping up his fly. The fucker gave me a smile and a wink, Bella. You think I would ever trust him around you?"

We sit in silence for a few minutes, him calming himself and me trying to wrap my head around all of this. It makes sense. I get it, I do. I do know a thing or two about humiliation as well. And speaking of…

"And why all the hostility towards Mike? You heard all of the things he said to me in the quad. Hell, you had a front row seat to my humiliation. You know I would never ever go back to him. Ever!" I add to punctuate my point.

"I want to kick his teeth in every time I see him, Bella. That shit he said to you that night…" He trails off shaking his head.

"If you hate him so much then why did you help him?" I ask out of genuine curiosity before adding, "I mean, I am so glad you helped his dad, but why?"

He throws his head back against the top of the chaise. "I don't know, Bella. Because it was the right thing to do. I was in a position to help, and you were all crying your eyes out." He says before turning to me with a guilty smirk, "Or maybe I felt a little bad for trying to poach his girlfriend before you guys broke up…"

I smile back and walk toward him as he holds his hand out to me. He pulls me to him and rests his head on my stomach.

"I swear I won't do that shit anymore, Bella. I trust you completely. I swear it." He promises sincerely.

He looks up at me abruptly; his expression is serious and determined. "I swear I wanted to do this a different way. You deserve so much more than this, Bella. You deserve fucking flowers and candles and Otis or Van playing in the background. You deserve a grand gesture."

"What do you mean?" I ask, not entirely following where this is going.

"I don't know, like me holding a ghetto-blaster above my head playing that Peter Gabriel song from that movie you like or something equally cheesy." He clarifies as he tightens his hold around my waist.

I smile at the very thought that he actually listens and remembers that Say Anything is one of my favorite 80's movie of all time. My fingers ache to run through his hair to soothe and ease his frustration. So I let them. He surprises me though when he pulls them out of his hair and holds them tightly. He starts placing tender kisses on each of them. Finally closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against my stomach.

"I love you, Bella." He declares quietly.

After a few seconds, he opens his eyes and looks up at me through his lashes to gauge my reaction. I am pretty sure my body is flushed pink from head to toe as I can feel his warmth coursing through my veins. I know for a fact that I am smiling like a lunatic as I grab two fistfuls of his hair and kiss the ever-living shit out of him.

"I love you, too, Edward!" I practically yell excitedly as I straddle his lap. "So much! I've been dying to tell you, I just thought it was too soon or something."

"Me too." He says smiling my favorite crooked smirk.

He gives a sigh of relief before he attacks my throat and lips with panty ruining kisses. I close my eyes and silently celebrate our declarations. I wonder how I couldn't see it before, it just seems so obvious.

"Love you, love you, love you…Bella Swan." He whispers reverently as he nuzzles my neck while he gently places me down on the chaise.

He hovers over me with the most breathtaking smile on his face. I mouth the words 'I love you' to him. He mouths them back and places his lips on mine to show me just how much, effectively ending our talk for the evening.

A/N… Awww... He loves her! He loves her! And now that we have that out of the way - let's get back to the inappropriate and awkward fun with a Spring Break road trip...

Tonight's library lemon is my salute to a fan-fiction classic by one of the fandom's very best. Room 15 by Coldplaywhore. This was one of the very first fics that I read. It features one of the hottest, dirty mouth Edwards in the fandom, a super strong and sarcastic Bella and epic banter to boot. If you haven't read this gem yet, hop on over to an Archive of Our Own and check it out!

Many thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed, fav'd, and lurked this fic! See you all next Thursday!