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A/N: Well, in case you hadn't noticed, TT and DD got a leeetle out of hand, so I had to split their adventure into 2 chapters.
WAITING IN THE TWILIGHT OUTTAKE: ANOTHER FINE MESS
CHAPTER 2 – Mind Fuckin' & Mud Puddles
Don't ask me how she always manages to talk me into these hair-brained schemes of hers. All I know is that, sure as shit, an hour and a half later, I'm behind the wheel and we're barreling up I-5 North to Vancouver, on our way to Squamish, with only one thought on our minds, "Edward."
DD wouldn't leave her laptop behind and sits beside me in the passenger seat, giggling her ass off, reading a post on LTE from back when Edward was still in Baton Rouge. She insists on reading it to me…out loud:
"Chatterbox: That does it! We're coming to get you Edward! We will sneak into the Scummit compound go into hiding and lie in wait. Then secretly, in the dead of night, break you out of there. We'll make a getaway in my VW, meet up with the WTF-LTE tour bus at the Texas border, and make a group road trip out of it. We'll buy you a wig on our way down, I'm sure that will provide enough cover for you. No one will notice. There will be beer on the bus, as well as a Hot Pockets bar. Any one of us will run our hands through your hair. (massage your bum whateve) Sound fun? Just give me a sign and I'm/we are there. Who's with me?"
Hell'n I guess that explains where she got this crazy idea from. Problem is, I know from experience that, once she sets her mind to something, I have no choice but to watch her back until it runs its course.
She asks me if I don't wish we had ourselves a VW getaway car to meet up with the WTF-LTE tour bus at the Canadian border, once we convince Edward he needs rescuing. Uh, that's a big "Hell, no!"
Now, to my mind, if you're looking to liberate someone like Edward freakin' Cullen from mandatory isolation, you gotta do it in style! This is how I convinced her that we should absolutely take her brand new, fresh-out-of-the-box, silver Mercedes-Benz S550 sedan. Besides, with the cool SatNav this baby's got, we should be able to accomplish our mission and be back home within the roughly 12 hour window of opportunity afforded by the absence of our unsuspecting men-folk.
And as for meeting up with the WTF-LTE bus goes, if it even exists, I'm not about to turn him over to them greedy h00rs for love nor money!
See? Even floatin' on Pineapple Pussies and pot, I manage to keep my eye on the prize!
We hadn't gotten but 5 miles up the road before DD forces me to get off at the nearest 7-Eleven. She's got a raging case of the munchies and wants to stock up so we don't have to stop for dinner on the road. I cruise the aisles for bread, lunch meat, cheese slices, pickles, chips and sodas before meeting up with DD back at the counter. Besides what she's bought for herself, she's juggling a sizable cooler, 2 six-packs of Heineken, and about a dozen Hot Pockets.
"What?" she asks, noticing the puzzled look on my face.
"You think we really need all that?" I ask.
"Bait!" she grins
I just throw my hands up and march out the door to get some ice for the cooler. It's gonna be a loooong drive!
Traffic thins after a couple of hours and I finally get the chance to set the cruise control and relax. One thing I love about DD…she's a great road buddy. She keeps me entertained and, more importantly, she keeps me awake!
Her version of License Plate Lingo involves picking letters to do with Edward.
"MVR, TT," she calls out.
"Ummmm…Meet Vampire Robert," I answer
My turn.
"CBA."
"Cullen Beats All," she laughs.
Yeah he does.
"EML," DD says.
"Oh…, ah, Edward My Love," I sigh.
She sighs, too.
"ABC, DD," I giggle.
"OK, um….uh…I got it! Already Been Cullened," she finally answers.
"Cullened? What's fuck does that even mean?" I growl. I knew she was gonna start cheating.
"Yeah, you know…infected with Cullenitis!" she howls.
She decides to change it up so that the fourth word has to be "Edward."
"NNO, TT," she starts.
"Need No Other…"
"Edward," we say together.
"GTM."
"Got To Mate…"
"EDWARD!" we both scream, grinning from ear-to-ear.
This goes on for some time before she suggests playing Pick a Part…of Edward. We perv on different parts of Edward's anatomy, from his sexy bed hair to his yummy toes, until DD starts coming down from her high and dozes off on me.
I think back on how she'd gone straight for his peen and, let me tell you, that girl's got one hell of an imagination. But, I got her back when I picked his tongue. Hell'n she was rubbing her thighs together by the time I was done. Who says fan fiction isn't educational.
Out of all the parts of Edward we perved on, however, I realize we never mentioned his long, beautiful eyelashes. Hmmm, if I was gonna write a fan fiction lemon, I'd have to find a way to include those gorgeous eyelashes. Maybe something like…
Crossing the yard of the old farm house I inherited from my grandparents, my bare feet stir the fine hot Texas dust with every step. Ice cubes clink musically in the glass tea pitcher I'm holding in my right hand. The basket swinging from my left arm holds four thick roast beef sandwiches, white linen napkins, a small plastic container of lemon slices for the tea, and two tall glasses.
My long mahogany hair is twisted into a loose knot on top of my head, leaving damp tendrils sticking to my neck. Despite the top three buttons of my blue summer dress being open to catch any stray breeze that happens along, a drop of moisture crawls slowly down into my cleavage. It's so hot today that I refused to even consider putting on any underwear this morning and the thin cotton clings to every curve on my body.
Okay, I might have an ulterior motive for going bare. Smiling to myself, I make my way towards the dilapidated barn.
An old wooden bench sits beside the open barn doors and I place the basket and tea pitcher down on it before taking a few steps back to look up. Shading my blue eyes with both hands, I watch as Edward saunters along the top beam of the skeletal roof with the grace of a ballet dancer. No, not a ballet dancer. With that wild mane of bronze hair, he's more like a big cat…a mountain lion. Rauwwr! He's balancing a two-by-four plank of wood across his shoulders, keeping it steady with his wrists draped over each end. The plaid shirt he's wearing is unbuttoned all the way down, revealing a sun kissed chest and impressive abs.
I can't help staring at the sweat dampened trail of tawny hair leading from his navel down into the waist of his tight, faded Levi jeans. The jingle of metal knocking against metal draws my attention to the tool belt slung low around his swaying hips. Ummm! My attention is definitely drawn to the distinct bulge in his jeans, just below the steel buckle. My cheeks blush furiously as warmth pools between my legs.
His ringing laughter jerks me back up to his handsome face. Hah! He's caught me checking him out…again! Sometimes, I don't think I'll ever get used to having this beautiful, sexy man for my very own. I doubt I ever will, and I couldn't be happier at the thought.
"Come on down…I've brought lunch!" I holler up at him.
"Great! I'm starving!" he hollers back.
Edward swings the plank off of his shoulders and makes his way to the ladder leaning against the side of the barn. Smirking over his shoulder at me, green eyes sparkling with mischief, he makes sure I'm watching his ass as he slowly steps backwards down each rung of the ladder. Oh, baby! I am…I am watching that ass!
As soon as his feet touch the ground, he unbuckles the heavy tool belt and drapes it across a beat-up old sawhorse. I squeal as he lunges towards me and grabs me around the hips. He lifts me off my feet and spins me around until I'm breathless before stopping to let me slide down his tall body, still wrapped in his arms. No way do I miss feeling his obvious hard on against my stomach before landing back on my feet.
"Starving for YOU!" he growls into my neck, gnawing playfully at the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder.
Pushing against his chest until he releases me, I lead him over to the bench and pour ice tea into one of the tall glasses, squeeze a slice of lemon into it and hand it to him. He drains the glass quickly and my mouth opens slightly as I watch the bobbing of his Adam's apple. Damn! How can that be so hot? It's him…all him. Every single part of this man's body excites me!
Side by side, we sit on the old bench and eat our sandwiches. Well, he devours three of them while I nibble on the last one. We talk about our day and the progress he's making on repairing the barn. He itemizes all the things still left on his "to do" list, both for the barn and the old farmhouse. Eventually, claiming to be so full that he needs to take a "siesta," Edward takes my hand and leads me into the cool shade of the barn. The double doors at the other end are standing open, as well, allowing a cooling breeze to circulate around us. Now, why am I not surprised to find a fluffed up pile of hay covered by a thick, well-worn quilt?
Bringing me down beside him, we lay facing each other on the soft bed of hay. Smiling, Edward stretches out his hand to push a stray tendril of hair behind my ear. Green eyes darkening with lust, he pushes his fingers to the back of my head to loosen my hair and pulls me urgently to his waiting lips. Heat races through my whole body and I crush my lips hard against his. My mouth opens in invitation and his hot tongue enters to dance and stroke and play with my own. His lips suck my tongue as he releases it to trail scorching kisses along the side of my neck. He urges me onto by back and continues kissing down my chest until he reaches the top of my breasts. His nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons on my dress and he opens it to reveal my naked body.
"God damn, woman! No underwear?" he exclaims in surprise.
I just giggle and blush…again. .
"Well, I thought it would save a little time," I answer coyly.
"You are wicked and evil, you know that?" he laughs.
I laugh low in my throat and drag his shirt off of his magnificent shoulders, caressing his strong back as I let it fall behind him to the floor. He leans over me again kissing and suckling my nipple to a hard peak. He moves his lips down to the underside of my breast and his long eyelashes accidently brush across my erect nipple. It feels like the flutter of a butterfly's wing and I hiss and writhe beneath him. Edward looks up at me and grins when he realizes what he's done to elicit such a response from me.
He does it again on my other nipple, just to see my reaction.
"Now who's wicked and evil," I groan.
Electricity shoots straight to my pussy and I push my lower body against his, seeking some kind of friction. Suddenly, I feel his hand move down by stomach and I gasp as he shoves two long fingers all the way inside me and starts pumping them in and out roughly, just how I like it.
"This what you want?" he growls against the corner of my mouth. "This what you need?"
"More!" I moan, reaching for the button of his pants and lowering the zipper quickly. Freeing his huge erection, I stroke up and down its long length as he adds a third finger and pumps harder.
"Ah God!" I scream as my orgasm takes me.
"I'm not done with you," he hisses as he removes my hand from his throbbing penis.
He shifts down my body until he can pull my legs over his shoulders. Lowering his mouth to the apex of my thighs, he nuzzles me with his nose before taking a long lick up my slit. I grab onto his hair and pull his head hard into my core as he takes my clit between his lips, sucking rhythmically until the dam bursts. I scream again as another orgasm rips through me.
I don't even have time to catch my breath before Edward takes my hands from his hair and drags them up over my head. He holds them down tightly with one hand and strokes his erection a couple of times with the other before pressing the head of it against my soaking entrance.
"You ready for a rough ride, baby?" he grits through his teeth.
Not waiting for my answer, he sheathes himself to the hilt inside me in one long, hard stroke. Pulling out slowly, he slams back in, filling me completely. He pulls out and slams into me again…and again…and again. I'm nearly mindless but he doesn't stop. He can't stop. I wrap my legs high around his waist, pulling him in deeper than before, matching his every thrust with my own. Pounding frantically now, he starts to lose it.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" he roars, pulsing streams of hot cum into my greedy pussy.
It only takes one final stroke of his still hard erection to send me screaming over the edge.
"Holy mother of pearl!" he gasps. "That was amazing!"
I couldn't agree more.
Edward gathers me close in his arms, purring deeply with satisfaction…just like a big cat. I smile as I lay my head on his chest and listen as his heart beat slowly returns to normal. Easing my left arm around his back, I feel my eyes growing heavy.
"I love you," he whispers against my hair before drifting off to sleep.
"I love you too," I breathe against his shoulder.
A real siesta sounds good right about now.
Holy shit! Suddenly, I'm not recognizing the road in front of me. Crap! This is just all kinds of wrong! God only knows how long I've been driving on automatic pilot and that really scares me! The SatNav indicates we're about an hour away from Vancouver, so I shake DD out of her sleep. She nearly takes my head off for waking her up, but I need her to take the wheel before we cross the Canadian border. Once we get across, she'll continue on Highway 99 into Vancouver, since there's just no way can I stay awake and focused enough to maneuver us though that kind of traffic.
TT pulls over at a rest stop to trade places with me so I can take over driving for a while. Not that I really mind, but…DAMN, why did she have to wake me just when my fuckhawt dream about Edward was getting seriously steamy?
Maybe if I can remember enough of it, I can write it down when I get a chance…
Moonlight shining through a tall, half-opened window partially illuminates a bedroom that is decidedly not my own. Sheer white curtains dance in the gentle breeze allowed into the room. To the right of the window, a man sits bolt upright in the middle of a king-sized four poster bed. He's staring around the room, desperately searching for whatever it was that woke him from his slumber. White cotton sheets cover his hips and legs…his leanly muscled chest, shoulders and arms are bare. It's too dark to tell the color of his hair and eyes, but there's enough light to make out his thick, dark eyebrows, high cheekbones and a sharply chiseled jaw line quite clearly. He's so beautiful, it makes my heart ache!
Turning his head in my direction, he runs his fingers through his tousled mane and stares straight through me. He doesn't see me! Can't he see me? Trembling, he looks away.
Oh! He's afraid! I don't want him to be afraid!
I drift forward a few steps and stop, feeling silky fabric whispering around my legs. I look down at myself and see that I'm wearing a white satin nightgown. My long, silver blonde hair is loose around my shoulders. How odd! I continue moving towards the left side of the bed and gently sit down beside the beautiful man, hitching my right knee up onto the mattress. The bed doesn't dip under my weight…it's as if I have no substance.
Now I'm the one who is afraid! Am I dead? Am I a ghost? What's happening?
Without thinking, I reach for his right hand, which is resting on top of the covers, inches away from my knee. He sucks air between his teeth and jerks his hand away. He can feel me! My eyes search his handsome face eagerly and it's only now that I am closer to him that I can see the color of his unruly bronze hair and vivid green eyes. Oh, my God! It's Edward!
At my gasp, he jerks his head towards the sound. He can hear me!
"Edward," I whisper. "Don't be afraid. I mean you no harm."
"Who are you?" he asks, clearly confused.
I realize I have no idea. I mean, I know I'm me…I just don't know who me is!
"I…I don't know," I sob. "I don't know who I am or what I'm doing here. I don't understand what's happening to me. Why can't you see me? I'm so frightened!"
Following the sound of my voice, he reaches out to search my face. At his gentle touch, I cover his hand with mine and press it firmly to my left cheek. His hand is so warm and comforting. We are both surprised by the tingle of electricity flowing between us.
"Don't cry, sweetheart," he says, pulling me against his bare chest and wrapping his arms around me. "It's okay. It's okay…shhhhh."
My arms wrap around his broad back of their own accord and I lay my head against his right shoulder, nestling under his jaw. I feel safe for the first time since becoming aware of my surroundings. I can hear his heartbeat beneath my ear. It's beating in time with my own. His left hand moves to the back of my head and strokes my hair down to my waist.
"You have very long hair," he murmers. "It's so soft. What color is it?"
"Silver blonde," I whisper.
"What color are your eyes…please?" he asks.
"Violet," I chuckle, raising my head to gaze into his green eyes.
"Ummm…when I close my eyes, I can see you in my mind," he says, gently exploring the dip in my waist and grazing my hip with his fingertips. Long dark eyelashes brush his high cheekbones as he leans back against the pillows, taking me with him. Our heartbeats pick up speed and we both tremble, but not in fear.
"May I?" he asks. I nod once against his chest and he eases the straps of my nightgown from my shoulders.
His long, slender fingers trail down my chest to cup my right breast, while I explore his firm ribs and chest with my left hand. He dips his head to capture my lips and I moan into his mouth as he gently pinches my nipple to a hard peak. His warm tongue brushes my bottom lip, seeking entrance. My mouth opens enough to allow his tongue to enter and my tongue strokes and glides against his with new urgency. His hips press against my stomach and I feel his hard length. Panting now, I shift my body so that he's positioned between my legs where I need him the most. My satin covered clit drags up and down his hardness until he releases my lips.
"Is this okay?" he asks, reaching for the hem of my nightgown.
"Oh, God…yes!" I sigh against the corner of his mouth.
I lean away from his glorious body just far enough to allow him to ease it up and over my head. I crush my lips against his again as I writhe against him. Our legs tangle as we push the sheets to the bottom of the bed. He palms my breast before dropping his head towards my chest, taking my nipple into his hot mouth. I groan and reach down to stroke his straining erection. His magnificent cock is so much larger than I ever imagined. He moves his body over me and lines up at my already pulsing entrance.
"You're so wet for me," he gasps, entering slowing until our hips meet.
He pulls nearly all the way out before pushing back in a little deeper. I gasp and moan, reveling in the fullness of his penetration.
"Please! More…harder!" I beg, spiraling towards my release.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" he groans, as he begins pounding into me, harder…deeper, over and over.
"Jesus Christ!" he screams as his orgasm rips through his body, causing his lovely green eyes to fly open.
"Oh! I can see you…I see you! You're so beautiful, my angel!" he cries, hugging me tightly to his hot, sweat slicked body.
He's still hard, jerking uncontrollably inside me as he rides out his orgasm and I'm close…so close!
"DD! DD, wake up!" TT is shaking me by my shoulder as my eyes fly open in disbelief.
Son of a cock blocking bitch!
Once we get past North Vancouver, we hit the Sea-to-Sky Highway and I'm driving again. The moon's not quite visible yet, but the sky is absolutely filled with stars. I think it must be the Milky Way, but I've never seen it before, so I'm not sure.
It's a straight shot to Squamish now and we're both quiet, wondering what's ahead of us and if we'll actually get to see Edward. We're not stupid enough to think we can actually talk Edward into coming with us. Well, now that we aren't under the influence of pot and Pineapple Pussies, anyway. But it'll be worth everything we've been through today, if only we get to see him in person…even for just a minute.
About an hour later, we're just north of Squamish. Unfortunately, the SatNav doesn't show any logging roads around Lake Alice, which leaves me relying on DD's crude map. It's close to midnight and I'm crawling along a dark, rough dirt road in the middle nowhere, hoping I don't bottom out on one of these potholes. DD's got her nose pushed up close to the windshield straining to see what she swears is a vague hint of lights about a mile or so ahead. I cut the headlights and coast to a stop behind a large clump of rocks and runty pine trees.
We get out of the car and close the doors as softly as we can. It's so quiet that I don't dare use the automatic locking system. Hell'n the fuckin' bleep would wake up every critter for miles around, not to mention alerting any guards that might be on patrol to our presence in the woods. We take a minute to let our eyes adjust to what little moonlight the thick trees allow through their branches before moving off to check out those lights in the distance.
"You think there're any bears out here?" DD whispers, hooking her left arm around my right elbow.
"I wouldn't be at all surprised if there were…," I whisper back, "lions, and tigers, and bears…oh my!"
I don't know where that came from, but I can't stop myself from whispering a little louder…
"Lions, and tigers, and bears…oh my!" I try desperately to muffle my giggles. "Lions, and ti…"
Suddenly, I'm on the ground with DD on top of me. Her hand is clamped down hard on my mouth, her eyes are flashing, and she's mad as hell.
"If you don't shut the fuck up, right now, you're gonna get us caught!" she hisses.
"OK, OK...I'm good," I hiss back, wrestling out from under her and getting back to my feet.
About 10 minutes later, we reach a 6 foot high fence surrounding what we believe to be the Breaking Dawn compound. There's a super nice travel trailer not far beyond it and we decide this is as good a place to climb over as any.
My heart is practically pounding its way out of my chest and I can see that DD's fit to be tied…bouncing up and down on her toes beside me. After all, if 'x' really does mark the spot, this has GOT to be Edward's trailer!
"DD, you give me a boost up first and, once I'm down, I'll help you get over. OK?" I tell her, still whispering as softly as I can.
She bends her knees and links her fingers, giving me a stirrup to boost myself up and over the fence. Now that I'm on the other side, we both see a problem. Who's gonna give DD a boost?
"Just climb the links to the top and swing your legs over. I'll hold on so you don't fall while you feel your way down. That'll work, right?" I suggest.
DD manages to get to the top and I grab her legs to hold her steady.
She accidentally kicks me in the chest and I stumble back onto a wet, slippery patch of ground…
"Good evening, ladies," a deep voice calls out from the darkness beside Edward's trailer.
"Screeeech!"
{THUMP}
"Crap!"
We freeze as light from a powerful flashlight sweeps across us. A monstrous shape steps forward and I recognize Emmett McCarty, Edward's brother-in-law and bodyguard.
Aw, shit! We are so busted.
Well, dang! I guess it's gonna be 3 chapters. Good thing it's already done.
Hang on a minute.
Rita