Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters... I just want to play dress up with them... and then undress them.

A/N: Thank you all so very much for your reviews and for adding this to your favorite and alert lists! Each and every one makes me positively gleeful and truly encourages me to keep going. This chapter is approximately 95% lemons and fluff... I thought I'd let some of the family come out to play, and anyway, Edward and Jasper could use a break from their stress.

For some reason my firecracker of a twin loved Halloween. She convinced Rosalie to put us on the list for the party that her sorority was throwing in tandem with some fraternity on campus. Apparently it was one of the biggest parties of the year, and because Rosalie "went to so much trouble" to get us on the list, Alice thought she could guilt all of us into going.

Of course it worked.

Somehow my twin convinced me to let her dress me for the occasion as well. She told me that she knew what Jasper would like to see me as.

Of course, that worked as well.

And Alice was always more than happy to dress me up. She was majoring in marketing, but I was sure the pushy pixie would finagle her way into the fashion world.

Alice wouldn't tell me what she had planned for me until she burst into my apartment the day of the party. She had snagged a pair of cowboy boots out of Jasper's closet for me, which I'm sure he would scold me for later. She then paired them with a tight pair of jeans, leather chaps – where Alice found them I would never know, and I'm not sure I wanted to know, a plaid shirt, hat, and even a lasso. I drew the line at the spurs. The finishing touch was a red bandana tied around my neck, though as soon as Alice left the room to adjust her fairy wings, I took it off and stuffed it in my back pocket, Springsteen style.

She glared at me when she noticed, but she could tell that I was nearing my limit so she let it go for the time being.

"Come on! Don't you want to see your date?" she started to drag me out of my apartment, an impressive feat, considering I probably had a good 65 pounds on her.

I was torn between wanting to see what Alice and Jasper had cooked up and wanting to hide in my apartment for the rest of the evening. I never really liked Halloween all that much and felt ridiculous dressed as a cowboy in the middle of Seattle. I had an irrational fear that I would show up at the party and no one else would be in costume. Alice could probably pull off being dressed as Titania, Queen of the Fairies, in a room full of people in normal street clothes, but I was never comfortable standing out in a crowd.

"I promise you'll thank me," Alice said sensing my reluctance. "It was his entirely idea, but I helped get everything together."

Now I was intrigued.

We reached their apartment but before Alice could put her key in the lock the door swung open.

I nearly fainted.

A few weeks prior Jasper and I had taken up residence on the couch in my apartment, his head in my lap with me running my fingers through his hair. He had asked me how I would feel if he got it cut.

"You'd be sexy even if you were bald," I had answered. "Really, I do love your hair, but I think I could get used seeing you go all GQ on me."

He laughed and pulled me in for a kiss.

Now I understood the purpose of that conversation.

Before me stood Luke. Cool hand Luke. He was wearing a loose denim shirt with the buttons partly done up. A big silver chain with a bottle-opener hanging from it was resting between his perfect pecs. On his legs he wore loose fitting jeans, complete with stripes and a white band sewn up the leg on each side. And his hair, his dirty blond waves had been cropped just long enough that they still curled slightly at the end. His fair skin was even a darker than normal shade, as if he had been doing hard labor out in the sun all day.

There was no maybe about it, I was drooling.

I would have been embarrassed had a mesmerized look not been plastered on Jasper's face too.

I loved it when Jasper checked me out. Resuming workouts had brought my body back to a more desirable figure and being with Jasper was giving me more and more confidence to show it off. I had no idea that Jasper had a thing for cowboys, but it made sense as he was living in Texas when he was in the throws of puberty.

When his scanning reached the lasso, I was shocked at the spark that seemed to ignite behind his eyes. Now this was a useful piece of information. I wondered if he was thinking of tying me up, or of me tying him. Thinking about Jasper tying me up and having his way with me was enough for my tight jeans to get impossibly tighter. I tried to blink the thought away or there was no way we were going to make it to the party.

Alice's presence was making it difficult for me to greet Jasper the way I desired, so I tried to lighten the obvious sexual tension,

"It was either this or Dr. Frank-N-Furter."

Jasper laughed, "Next year. And if you talk nice, I'll go as Rocky."

Jasper in nothing but those tiny gold lamé shorts? Nope, not helping the erection.

Alice looked at me and then to Jasper, then back to me.

"My god, you two. You're like bunnies, two gay bunnies. At least stay at the party for an hour. And if you make it two hours, I promise I won't come back here until morning."

I kissed the top of her head.

"Well, what are we waiting for, let's go," Jasper stepped between Alice and me grabbing each of our hands. "Should we wait for Bells and Jake?"

"No, they're at Jake's place right now. Jake has a friend coming into town and I couldn't get him on the list, so they're going to sneak in later," Alice must have had tracking devices on all of us.

I ditched the lasso, and then we took off, deciding to walk across campus to the party since it wasn't particularly far, and by the time we would be able to find a place to park it would take the same amount of time. Plus, even though I wasn't much of a drinker, I was hoping to unwind a little, if only to make me feel more comfortable wearing a cowboy hat in public.

There were two behemoths standing on the front porch of the sorority house, taking our names at the door and checking for them on a list.

Once inside I took a good look around. The party didn't seem as raucous as I had imagined, though knowing Rosalie, she wouldn't join a sorority that threw raging keggers that got out of control. Even though it was only ten o'clock, there were quite a few people already packed into the kitchen where drinks were being served and in a room that had been cleared out to serve as a dance floor. I was pleased to see that every single person there was dressed in costume, some quite elaborate.

We had only been inside for about a minute when we heard someone shout, "Hey Buttmuncher!" from across the room.

Emmett was dressed as Fred Flintstone. It was an obvious choice as he had the squarish build and dark hair for it. I was about ready to tease him about wearing what was essentially a dress, but I didn't want to interrupt him. He appeared to be concentrating very hard on something as he looked us up and down with a huge frown on his face.

"What's wrong, Em?" Jasper asked.

"I thought you two'd come as something... gayer. Even I can't make fun of Paul Newman."

"What about the obvious Brokeback Mountain joke at my expense?" I said, though I have no idea why I helped contribute to my brother's teasing of me.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just too... easy."

"And it wouldn't have been too easy if we came as Ace and Gary?"

"No, you see, that would have given me the motivation to step up my game."

"I don't know, Em, regardless of my costume, I still take it up the ass," Jasper said bluntly, shrugging his shoulders.

Emmett nearly choked on his beer. Still coughing, he raised his hand in the air and slapped Jasper five. "Not two years ago you would have blushed at hearing someone say that, dude. Though I must say, I'm kind of surprised. I would have taken Eddie for the catcher."

At that moment Rosalie approached us; she was dressed as Wilma, and even in prehistoric cavewoman garb she truly looked stunning.

"I do not want to hear about my baby brother's favored sex positions!"

Jasper leaned down to give his sister a kiss on the cheek.

"You look great Rosie, and for the record, we switch." He winked at Emmett then grabbed me by the hand and led me to the keg.

"Assertive much?" I teased him.

Jasper laughed, "I don't know, something about being with the best-looking man in the room makes me feel like broadcasting my being out and proud even louder."

"I'm not going to argue with you, though you're wrong. You definitely win the title of best-looking," as I said so I snaked my hand around and slipped it in the back pocket of his denim, giving his ass a squeeze.

He grinned.

Neither of us was really big on dancing. I could ballroom dance due to some traumatic lessons that my mom had forced me and Alice into as children, but other than a couple clubbing excursions, I tended to shy away from any form of dancing ever since, unless copious amounts of alcohol were involved. Sure I could have handled grinding up against Jasper for a couple hours, but the ensuing torture of arousal without release didn't strike me as very appealing.

Eventually we decided that we should probably mingle or run the risk of fucking in a semi-darkened corner. Jasper found his friends Paul and Jared that he knew from the gym. They were good guys, both straight, but never made a big deal about Jasper being gay. They had a weekly pick-up basketball game and never were awkward about including Jasper in the supposedly non-homosexual ass-patting that seemed to be a part of playing the sport. But I didn't know them very well and didn't want to be a clingy boyfriend, so I just waved at them and made my rounds of the rooms. Not a lot of the QSA crowd hung out at sorority/fraternity parties like this one, but I saw a few people I knew from my classes.

I was shocked to find Jane of all people taking a break on the edge of the dance floor.

"Fancy running into you here," she said to me. "I figured you'd be at Lambda Phi's party."

The gay fraternity was sponsoring a party tonight, but I'm sure the house would have been transformed into something akin to a gay club, which was only partially appealing. Sure I could essentially molest Jasper in public and no one would bat an eye, but I'd have to fight off a lot of twinks in the process. Even though I would literally fight tooth and nail for Jasper, it wasn't exactly the ideal way to spend an evening.

I shrugged. "Jasper's sister is in the sorority. That's a fabulous costume by the way," I told her.

She was dressed as a Venus flytrap of all things. She was a botany major so it kind of made sense, but then she beamed up at me and pointed across the room at a cute girl with jet black hair and almond eyes who was dressed as a fly.

I laughed.

"She's adorable," I told Jane. "Is she one of the sisters?"

Jane was still beaming as she nodded, her eyes still honed in on the fly. "I went as Alec's beard to their back-to-school party, which is all kinds of creepy in the first place, but he was trying to make some girl think he wasn't interested and I was the best-looking girl he could find on short notice that none of the sisters knew. It kind of backfired on him when he found me making out with Irina."

We chatted a bit longer, but I could tell she was getting antsy, so I said, "Well, it was nice running into you! I guess I'll see you at the meeting next week?"

She nodded and flitted across the room to her fly.

Eventually I spotted Jake dressed as Dracula standing a bit awkwardly staring at his feet near the stairway in the great room, peering at the makeshift dance floor, watching Bella and Alice dance together with some taller person in a devil costume. I couldn't make out who it was given the horns, tail and mask, but I assumed it was a guy based on his height and the way he moved. Jake didn't appear threatened however, in fact, he looked a bit out of it.

"Bored?" I asked him, Jake had enough charm that he could be the life of the party.

"A little, this isn't really my scene."

"Not mine either," I replied, taking a swig of my lukewarm lager.

"I thought your people loved to dance," he smirked at me.

"I thought your people loved to dance too," I smirked back.

"Touché."

We both laughed, but I could tell that something was bugging him. He and I really had gotten closer over the past three years and I was able to read his moods almost as well as Bella could.

He finally raised his eyes to meet mine.

"You're lucky in a way, you know. I mean, I know that you're discriminated against pretty harshly, and you can't get married or anything, but you don't have to deal with a lot of shit that happens to women. You don't have worry about getting Jasper..." he trailed off, biting his lip as if trying to hold back an emotional release.

And then some of the conversations I had with Bella and some of her bizarre actions over the past month were starting to make sense. I gasped softly then put my hand on his shoulder.

"Bella's not?"

"No, but there was a scare."

"So...?"

"It resulted in a... difference of opinion."

"Oh," and then I realized. "You would have married her, and she would have..."

"Yeah."

"Look, we've both known Bella for a long time. She's been my best friend since the 5th grade. And I think that had she really been, you know, I mean, if she had really felt life growing inside of her that there's no way she could have gone through with it. She loves you. Her face still lights up like a Christmas tree whenever you call. She was probably just really freaked out about it because it was so unexpected. And I- I've been having panic attacks about my future lately. I had a really bad one last month; all the stressful energy may have rubbed off on her."

"Thanks, man, it's definitely not your fault in the least though. But I think you're right, that it'd be different if she really were.... pregnant," his voice lowered at the word that both of us were dodging. "I just wish she could tell me all of that, instead of making me feel like a jackass for wanting to marry her."

"She's stoic, you know, sometimes it comes across as distant. She was probably thinking about all of the consequences and was worried about how it would affect your futures, how probably neither of you would be able to stay in school, how you would be able to afford everything. That's what I would be thinking anyway."

I made a mental note to take Bella out to lunch next week. I was being a bad best friend. How could I not have noticed any of this going on around me?

"Sure, sure," Jake nodded. "I know she was trying to act like it wasn't a big deal, but I should have known that she would be thinking ten steps ahead. But still, I mean, I know the timing was all wrong and everything, but do you think the idea of having a kid with me was that appalling to her?"

"Of course not, Jake," I tried to reassure him with what I knew was the truth. "You know she already has your kids' names picked out for when the time's right. Did you tell her that that's how her reaction made you feel?"

"Well... no, not exactly. I mean, I may have over-reacted a little when I found out she was late, so I was so grateful to get the negative results that I didn't think about what it meant until way later."

"You should probably tell her that. She probably thinks that you are appalled at having a kid with her and just offered to marry her out of guilt."

He smacked his hand to his forehead.

"I'm an idiot."

"Just talk to her, man."

"You know, Jasper's a lucky guy, don't let him forget it."

I thanked Jake, but really I felt like I was the lucky one.

I thought Jasper was getting caught up in the party, since I hadn't seen him since we parted, so I didn't even bother to look for him when our allotted two hours were almost up.

As it turned out, I didn't have to.

At exactly midnight, I felt lips in the back of my hair, arms around my waist, and a familiar bulge grinding into my ass.

"Two hours," was all he said, before he kissed me behind my ear.

I shivered.

"Should we find Al- ?"

I cut him off, "she'll know."

"Well then what the fuck are we waiting for?"

He spun me around, wrapped his arms tightly around me then pressed his lips against mine, our mouths parted at the same time and the kiss deepened as Jasper's tongue ran along my upper lip, followed by me swirling mine around his. We broke apart only when we heard a chorus of whistles and "woo"s coming from about five sorority sisters who had congregated on the stairs.

Jasper and I both just winked at them, which received another set of "woo"s and giggles, and then took off out of the house.

What had been a 15 minute walk to the party took only 10 minutes on the way back. And that included stopping once for me to press Jasper up against one of the campus buildings and molest his mouth with my tongue. And a second stop for Jasper to grope me at an intersection as we waited for traffic to pass.

As soon as the apartment building came in sight we lost all regard for public decency, not that we had a whole lot to begin with. By the time we got to Jasper's door, both of our shirts were completely unbuttoned, my belt was undone, and I was fairly certain I was going to have at least one hickey on my neck.

I don't know why the costumes had their effect, but I knew that I was going to get more than one night's use out of this cowboy getup and couldn't believe that I had been embarrassed to wear it in the first place. Right now though, I just wanted to get out of it. We were barely across the threshold of Jasper's apartment before we became an even faster flurry of hands, clawing at buttons and zippers. We left a pile of clothes in the doorway and Jasper had me bent over the back of their couch, his impossibly hard penis rubbing into the crack of my ass.

"Lube. Condom. Now." I grunted out.

He raced into his bedroom and not a moment later I heard a horrible exclamation, "Dammit!"

He came back into the living room, a half-crazed look in his eyes, "How is it possible that we're out of condoms?"

I thought for a moment then furrowed my brow, "Alice."

"We could go without. I mean, pregnancy's not an issue and we've only ever been with each other."

"I know, I know," my eyes glazed over briefly at the thought of being inside of Jasper free of the latex sheath that prevented me from ever fully feeling him. Or better yet him inside me. "Mmm..." I couldn't keep that glorious thought entirely to myself.

Then neurotic Edward kicked in.

"But the risk of bacterial infection and tearing and abrasions, maybe we could if we're careful, use a ton of lube, and completely rule out the possibility of ass to mouth, but careful and gentle is not at all what I had in mind tonight."

Jasper's eyes widened and he grinned at me.

"Let's just run over to your place real quick. Regardless of your health paranoia, I don't want this to be over too soon." Apparently we were on the same wavelength regarding the feeling of going bareback. "Not to mention we're low on lube anyway," he said with a wink.

Not wanting to be apart for even a minute, we both scrambled back into some of our clothes, not bothering with trivial things like underwear or shoes. Bella and Jake left the party even before us and were probably not going beyond talking tonight, if they were even spending it together, so I figured we wouldn't be interrupting anything.

Imagine my shock when I stepped into my apartment and saw a tall, russet-skinned male figure on his knees on my couch, with two bare, feminine legs sticking up in the air on either side of his body.

Though the man certainly resembled him, it took me a second to realize that it definitely wasn't Jake.

It took me another panicked second to realize that the girl underneath him definitely wasn't Bella

"Alice?!" I gasped. I hadn't even seen her leave the party.

The pair parted, grabbing for their discarded clothing in order to cover their nudity, and I finally got a look at the face attached to the body that was drilling into my twin sister. This was going to give me nightmares. Eventually Jasper found the light switch, illuminating the awkwardness in a harsh yellow light.

"Seth Clearwater?" Suddenly it was all coming together, this was the figure in the devil costume from the dance floor, the friend of Jake's who was coming to visit this weekend. What didn't make sense was why Alice was letting him give it to her. On my couch.

"What are you doing here?" Alice's shriek was even more high-pitched than usual.

"Someone, who shall remain nameless, stole the last of our condoms," my voice was anything but steady.

"But- but- you don't need them!" she wailed.

"Infections, Ali, bacterial infections. It's a sensitive area of the body! But nevermind my hypochondria... shit," I was practically fisting my hair into knots in a vain hope that I could somehow yank the images out of my head. I started pacing back and forth frantically until finally I established some resolve.

"Look, I'll pretend I didn't see this, and I won't tell Bella that you and the son of her dad's girlfriend were going at it on our sofa."

Seth's face was still frozen in embarrassed shock but Alice was starting to regain her composure despite the red flaring in her cheeks.

"I think she kind of knows, she gave me her key when they dropped us off. Seth's visiting Jake this weekend, and Bella and Jake needed to talk... so..." she trailed off.

"Did you know about this?" I whipped my head around to look at Jasper, who had a bemused expression on his face.

"No. But a lot of things are starting to make sense now," he shook his head slowly.

"Well I don't want to ruin your evening, and I most certainly don't want this to ruin mine, so how 'bout we go our separate ways," I snatched a few condoms from the box that was sitting open on the end table, "and have some twin time tomorrow. I need to ask you a few questions, missy."

I pointed a finger at my sister.

We all awkwardly looked at each other and then everyone nodded.

"Oh, and thanks for not fucking on my bed," I called out as I shut the front door. I kind of knew how Emmett felt now. Though thank goodness, he never got the visual.

"I think I'm scarred," I pouted to Jasper as we trudged back to his apartment. Then a horrible thought struck me, "Oh god, Seth is 18, isn't he?"

Jasper stopped walking and turned toward me not saying anything at first, but then he licked his lips and put his hands on either side of my face. He moved in closer to me, and rested his forehead against mine.

"I'm pretty sure he is, but don't worry about that now, because I fully intend on making you forget all about it, baby."

His lips were on mine then and he plunged his tongue into my mouth. It was frantic, wet, sloppy and needy. I couldn't get enough. Our lips never parted from each other's as we stumbled back to Jasper's apartment. We nearly tripped over the pile of remaining clothes that was just inside the doorway. I made quick work of shedding my jeans to add to the heap and Jasper did the same. He immediately grabbed my cock in his hand and was stroking it as he walked backwards to his bedroom, practically pulling me along with him, leading me by my dick.

I couldn't remember ever being this turned on in my life, nor could I ever remember relishing so much in the idea of completely losing control.

So I let him take over.

We fell onto his bed and then his lips and tongue were hurriedly attacking all over my body. He added a second bite mark to my neck at the spot behind my ear that I loved. He tugged at my nipples with his teeth. He trailed down and ran his tongue around my belly button. Continuing his blissfully torturous assault, he skipped over my aching, swollen erection, instead moving to my leg and biting my inner thigh. Then he raised my leg to plant a wet kiss behind my knee.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt Jasper's finger enter into me.

He leaned over then and kissed me so passionately that I didn't think I'd ever recover, my body would never solidify and I would forever be a yearning pool at Jasper's feet. He had me pressed into his bed and the weight of his body was heavenly. He added a second finger and continued pumping in and out, getting lost in the rhythm as he prepared me for what he was about to do. The heat and friction between our bodies was making a layer of sweat start to build between us. As our cocks rubbed between our grinding hips, I didn't think I was capable of holding back my climax much longer. Finally after what felt like a golden age but likely only spanned a few minutes, he sat up and spread my legs apart. As he removed his fingers from me I felt an empty, gaping lack that was immediately replaced by a larger need for satisfaction.

He was about ready to enter me when I made a snap decision and sat up quickly.

"What?" he looked thoroughly confused.

"Lie back," I ordered, the attention and adoration he had showered on me gave me the desire to take over.

"What are you-?"

"Just lie back, I'm the cowboy tonight, remember?"

His eyes lit up, and he leaned back as I got up on all fours.

He had stretched me enough that I was ready for him, so I quickly grabbed the supplies we had suffered in retrieving and prepared his thickness, and then lowered myself onto him.

And I rode, up and down, reveling in the feeling so I wouldn't clench too tight.

It still wasn't enough. So I tested my flexibility by raising my knees and positioning my feet on either side of his hips, putting me into a frog-like squatting position. It probably wasn't the sexiest looking position I'd ever been in, but it felt so fucking good. I could go that much faster and could take him that much deeper like this. I was basically impaling myself onto his mast.

I was so close to reaching oblivion, but I just wasn't ready for it yet so I stopped for a moment.

Jasper looked at me questioningly as I lifted myself almost entirely off of his manhood. I lost contact with his expression as I pivoted around so my back was facing him. I moved back onto my knees then plunged down once again onto him.

When I asked him if it felt okay, I was answered with a string of "Oh fuck"s.

I felt his strong hands grip my waist as he slowed down my movements.

"Not yet," he murmured, and he held my hips still as he shifted below me.

I felt his warm breath coming closer toward me as he sat up, wrapping an arm around the front of my body. I laced my fingers with his and rested our hands on my chest. The intensity increased exponentially as we thrust together, united again by our proximate physicality, and what started out as passionate sex became a union of two souls with an unbreakable bond.

I was nearly drunk with pleasure when he reached around and grabbed my hardness firmly, and with a few strokes, that was it.

My release was so strong I wasn't sure I was even experiencing reality any longer.

My squirming must have registered around Jasper's dick because there was a scream behind me and as I came down from whatever realm I had reached, I felt him shudder under me.

And that was the last thing I remember.

I awoke to a warm autumn sun beating down on my face, with my lover's arm thrown over my chest. I was lying on my back and he was on his stomach, our legs intertwined in their typical tangle. His face was turned toward mine, the sunlight reflecting off his newly cropped waves. I wanted to lie like this forever, but I knew eventually he would wake, Alice would come home, and the real world would come crashing down on me once again.

But more pressing than any of that, my bladder was in need of release.

I gently untangled myself from Jasper and silently shuffled out of his bedroom. Unfortunately my anatomy decided that it wasn't quite ready for me to pee so I tried to think of things would help soften my situation.

Then I remembered what Jasper and I had walked in on last night. That did it.

After I relieved myself, I decided that it was late enough in the morning to call my twin to arrange some sort of get together, preferably in a public place, where her shrillness could be kept to a minimum. I wasn't angry with her by any means, admittedly I was a little wigged out that she was sleeping with a high school senior, but I was more concerned that it definitely did not seem like the first time they had been together. Alice never kept any of her "boyfriends" a secret from me before, and I had a suspicion that whatever this was, it had been going on for longer than this one night.

I dialed her number, intending on leaving a message, but was surprised when my twin picked up.

"Hi," she sounded meek.

"You still at my place?"

"Yeah, and before you ask, we slept in the living room."

There was an awkward pause as I tried not to picture Alice and Seth sleeping naked in my living room.

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

"What, for using my apartment as a brothel?" I joked. "No, I'm just- I don't know, a little weirded out maybe about seeing you, like that. I think I'm more upset that I had no idea there was anything going on between you and Seth. You used to tell me everything Alice."

"Well, Seth and I aren't really together or anything, you know, so there's not a lot to tell," she finished awkwardly, and I got the feeling that there was actually a lot more to tell.

"You like him." I teased.

"I do not!"

"You do too! You like like him!"

"Hmph. Were you calling for a reason, Eddie?"

"I thought I would ask if you and Seth would like to join me and Jasper for lunch. I think I should get to know this kid better if is going to be courting my sister."

"He's not courting me!"

"Whatever it is you kids are calling it these days."

"Fine, fine, but you're buying," I was kind of shocked at how easily she gave in. I was just giving her a hard time, but maybe she really did like Seth.

"Sure thing," I agreed. "Oh, and you better Febreeze the hell out of that couch before I come home."

I pulled myself off their couch and went out into the kitchen to get a glass of water when I noticed our pile of discarded clothes. I wondered if the magic of costume was only potent for one night, but I decided that it was worth a shot. So I grabbed my cowboy hat, picked the chaps and put them back on.

Wearing nothing else, I walked back into the bedroom. Jasper was blinking his eyes awake, and as soon as they focused on me, his mouth dropped open.

"What's this, cowboy?" He had partially regained his composure, though his eyes were positively smoldering.

"We have two hours until we're meeting Alice for lunch."

He reached out his arms for me.

And then I mounted my stallion for another ride.

A/N: I might not make my Tuesday posting next week. I have Chapter 9 nearly done, but I can't seem to get my mojo working on Chapter 8. I'll appreciate any encouraging vibes sent my way! And in case you don't know Cool Hand Luke (or my other random references), there are some links on my profile.

Oh, and this incarnation of Edward would sadly never have the guts to dress up as Dr. Frank-N-Furter. :(