So sorry for the wait. But now I'm back in town and we'll be keeping up the usual posting schedule. Thanks once again for all the lovin'! You rox my sox, bitches *muah*

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Chapter 7

"STOP, you fucking sons of bitches!" I yell, running full speed behind my Blush. "I will find and kill every single one of you motherfucking thieves, you bloody losers!"

They accelerate the car, and three out of the five guys turn around to laugh in my face. "She's ours now, little lovely. Good luck finding your way back home!" one of them shouts.

I give him the middle finger and yell, "Die in hell, robbers!"

I'm panting hard as I come to a stop, 'cos at the speed they're going, there's no way we can catch up. I turn to look at Edward who's stopped running a long time back.

I run to him and smack him in the shoulder. "You're tha fuckin' guy! Why didn't 'chu stop 'em?"

He wobbles a little as I smack him once more, and panting almost as hard as me, he replies, "Okay, first of all, I didn't get what you just said. What language was that? Secondly, there was no way we could've stopped them, so there."

I stomp my foot and point an accusing finger at him. "It's your bloody fault for leaving the key in the ignition." As I say the words, I know it's actually not but, eh, I'm not in the self-critical mode right now. "What the fuck are we going to do now?" I cry and fist my hair.

He chuckles. I glare at him. He says, "You kiss your father with that dirty mouth of yours, Miss Swan?" I then roll my eyes and tell him to "Shut the fuck up."

Stressful situations bring out the worst in yours truly. Fucking sue me!

After a few minutes, I've calmed down enough to think clearly. Next to me, Edward's sitting on the road of the practically empty highway, looking deep in thought.

"Any ideas on how to get out of here?" I say softly as I sit cross-legged beside him. He turns to smirk at me, and I mouth a "sorry". He smiles and pulls me into his side, and then kisses the top of my head.

And just like that, things aren't that bad sitting here in the middle of an endless stretch of asphalt.

He says, "I do remember that there was a small town about thirty miles from here. We could walk?"

"Thirty miles?" I gasp.

"Come on, Swan, you're a dancer," he teases. "You can keep up."

I jump up and hold my hand out to him. "Let's get this party on the road."

~6 hours later~

"I can-can't walk anymore," I wheeze, totally out of breath and totally parched. I gulp. "How much farther?"

He pants and looks at his wristwatch. "It's 8pm right now, so we should be reaching in about fifteen minutes."

I nod and trudge on, holding my stomach and coughing occasionally. Approximately twenty minutes later, I see light and activity ahead. I grasp Edward's hand and urge him forward; his whines and grunts all the way have given me a headache, I tell ya'.

"Hurry up, fattie! Gosh, you need to work out more," I say.

He huffs and mumbles, "Sue me for loving food a little too much. And I'm not a fattie! I'm totally wankered!"

I roll my eyes at him and push him to move a little faster. "Stop using your British slang with me," I say, and then giggle, mimicking him. "Wankered."

What a big baby this guy is.

We walk around the hick little town which doesn't even have roads. It's like a bum-fuck place in the middle of nowhere. I've given up all hope of ever finding Blush again, anyway.

And then, finally, freakin' finally, I see this huge barrel with a tap and water dripping from it.

I run toward it and twist the tap, positioning my mouth right under it. "Oh God," I moan as the water begins to soothe my parched throat. Edward takes up space under the other barrel beside me and begins guzzling water like a fish.

Once I've had my fill, I turn, and my eyes fall on the gorgeous man beside me. He has the most amazing butt I've ever laid eyes on, and mind you, I've seen pretty amazing butts what with being a dancer and all. It comes with the territory. But this man… he sure as sugar is something else. I discreetly lean back a little and shamelessly ogle the fine specimen on display.

"Okay, I'm done," he says, straightening up. I quickly revert my eyes and stand upright, clearing my throat. He smirks. "Aww don't get too turned on only by the ogling now, Bella."

I blush scarlet. "Yeah, whatever." Swallow me, Earth. I hurriedly change the subject. "Let me…uh…let me clean your face."

He scrunches up said face and rubs his hand over it. "What's wrong with my – Oh Jesus! What is this black goo?!"

I laugh as he begins to wash his face in panic. Some of the soot still remains, while half of it disappeared down his neck with the sweat. "That happened when all that smoke went up after you fixed Blush." I laugh, thinking about that time. Oh Blush…

He huffs, still splashing his face with water. "You're a mean woman."

I laugh again at his utter cuteness and take some of the water in my palm to help him clean up. "Here, let me help."

I gently rub my wet hand over his forehead, and then his eyelids, and then his cheekbones. And suddenly, nothing is amusing anymore. My breath hitches as my fingers continue to caress the side of his neck, and his eyes fix me in their gaze. His hands wind their way around my waist and he lightly pulls me flush against him.

Now, our faces mere centimeters apart, I can feel his hot breath on my lips. I can feel the circular motion of his thumbs as they trace circles on the dimples on my lower back. I can feel his hard chest against my breasts which are smashed against him. And I can feel the wetness pooling in my panties, the light blush that takes over my cheeks.

But most of all, I can feel the desire and pure lust in Edward's eyes and face all the way into my bones. He starts to lower his head, and I begin to stretch up on my toes.

"Bella," he whispers. His hands leave my back to cradle my face gently between them.

My hands lock around his neck, holding him in place, and I breathe, "Oh, Edward…"

I tilt my head slightly and begin to slowly close my eyes. My lips brush against his.

Heaven.

And then I make the mistake of fluttering my eyelids just as he presses his lips harder against mine.

"Edward," I cry, breaking the kiss. He looks dazed as I jump out of his arms and begin bouncing in place.

"Huh?" he says, blinking a few times. Aww, the cutie.

I hold him by the bicep and turn him three-sixty degrees. "Look at that!"

He gasps and then shouts, "We found Blush!"

~MCS~

About fifteen minutes of snooping around the little town, we find out that five men brought in Blush, and they're now in some little bar which is next to the only motel here.

I checked out my lovely Blush from the other side if the grills where the bastards had stored her away. We also found a little place around the fences from where we could sneak in, but alas, there was obviously no key in the car when Edward squeezed himself through the hole to check her out.

"Okay," I say, pointing to the motel named 'Casa Casa'. Uh…yeah…nice name. "That's the motel. So," I drawl, looking around for a bar, "the bar has to be somewhere here."

Just then, a drunken couple stumbles out of a wooden gate and behold the loud music from inside! We've found our bum-fuck bar in this bum-fuck town. We quickly make our way toward it, and I squint a little to look at the name. Fire Burnin'. What a lame name for a –

The door opens again, and this time, the sight that greets us has my mouth falling open.

Edward chokes beside me. "That's a strip club!"

I laugh and pat him on the back. "Oh, boy, we've got a lot of shit to do tonight."

These two... as a reviewer said for the last chapter "they just can't catch a break, can they?" Lol, I'm guessing not!

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