Edward

I'm sitting on the couch, tuning my acoustic guitar when Bella emerges from our bedroom. When I look up, I picture myself as the wolf from one of those old cartoons, panting, whistling, jaw on the floor, steam pouring from my ears. On any given day, I consider Bella the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen, but tonight she's beyond stunning. She's got on this purple dress that I want to rip off her with my teeth. It's short and draws my eyes up and down the line of her legs, which seem to go on for miles. The short boots she wears look more like torture devices than footwear.

I'm completely dazed by her appearance. When my eyes rake back up her body to her pretty face, she's staring at me expectantly. I shake my head rapidly to clear the fog. "Did you say something?"

"I asked if you're ready to go."

"Uh…no. I want to stay home and ravish you."

"Hmm." She stalks slowly toward me, her hands nestling in my hair and rubbing my scalp. "Well, that's a problem, because Alice is expecting you to drop me off at her place in about twenty minutes, and I don't think she'd appreciate you holding me hostage."

"Alice can wait," I say, my hands moving slowly up and down her curves.

"Maybe. But I don't think the people at the bar you're playing at tonight would like it if you were late."

I stand and bury my face in her neck, inhaling her mouthwatering scent. "I don't care."

"Edward," she says as my hands travel down her back to squeeze her ass. "We have to go." She pushes her palms against my chest, and I fall back down onto the couch.

"All right," I concede. "But you'd better not change out of that dress if you get home before me."

She rolls her eyes. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"Bellaaaaa!" Alice and Rose squeal, rushing over to Bella and shoving a champagne glass into her hand.

"Ready for our night of debauchery?" Alice asks with a giggle.

"I'm sure you've had cabin fever with this guy keeping you hostage. I've missed you!" Rose hugs Bella to her side and tips her glass to down the last of her champagne.

Bella raises an eyebrow at me as if to say, "See?"

I chuckle to myself and go to join Jasper and Emmett in the living room.

"What's up, Eddo?" Jasper drawls, reaching out a fist for me to bump.

"Nothing much. Ready for this?"

"You know it. Finally got that new song down."

"Took you long enough, but that's not what I meant."

Emmett, who's just come into the room with a beer, laughs. "You mean dealing with unruly women when they come home wasted?"

"That's closer to what I meant. I'm not so sure about the 'dealing with' part. I meant something more like 'taking full advantage of.'"

A knock on the door leads to more girly squeals, followed by Angela and Jessica's voices joining in the ruckus. Emmett helps Jasper and me pack up the equipment we need for our gig.

Bella

"Have fun and be careful," Edward says as he helps me into my coat. When I'm all bundled up, he places his hand against my cheek and presses his forehead to mine. "I love you."

"I love you back." I grin, already feeling loose and happy from the champagne I consumed in Alice's kitchen.

"See you later tonight."

"If you're lucky," I tease.

He kisses me once more before Rose pulls me out the door. I stumble after her in my tallest heels. We pile into Angela's brand new SUV—for the baby, she said—we set out for what Alice has been calling a "ladies' night of debauchery and classless behavior." We start at a trendy bar with plush sofas, ambient music, and black chandeliers. I take my drink and sit on the sofa next to Angela. She was able to join us and be designated driver since smoking is banned in the bars.

"How are you doing, Miss Mommy-to-be?" I ask.

"I'm fine. No morning sickness or anything. It's been pretty amazing so far, actually."

"Have you felt any movement yet?"

"Not yet. I think it's too early."

I shrug. I don't know much about that kind of thing. I say another silent prayer for that. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling good."

"How's the internship going?"

"It's good. Just the show tomorrow night and I'm free for the holidays. Are you guys coming?"

"We're going to try to make it after dinner with Ben's parents."

Jessica wedges herself between Angela and me and begins to coo over Angela's non-existent bump. I turn to Rose, and we start a people-watching routine and down two rounds of drinks.

A few hours and another bar later, we're populating a big dance floor packed densely with bumping and grinding bodies. The place is a known meat market, but they also play the best music. We figured we could put up with the leers and ogling for the sake of dancing our asses off.

We spend the rest of the night there, dancing and sweating and yelling to each other over the music, drinking and fending off guys who overstay their welcome. I've just gifted a particularly annoying blond man with a sharp elbow to the ribs when I feel two strong hands on my hips. I whirl around, ready to give the jerk a piece of my mind. Instead, I come face-to-face with sparkling green eyes and messy bronze sex hair.

Edward

"Edward!" Bella squeals, her speech pressured and slurry. "What are you doing here?"

I pull her against me as we move to the heavy beat. "We thought we'd surprise you."

"Definitely a shurprise." She presses her lips together. "I can't shay— Sss. I can't sssay esss."

I throw back my head and laugh. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Oh, I dunno. Ask Alice. Did you play my song tonight?" she slurs.

"Not without you there." I shrug. That song was meant for her. There's no reason to play it if she's not around to hear it.

She beams at me. "I luff you."

I get a kick out my insanely drunk girlfriend. "I love you, too, babe."

"You're my future husband."

I stop abruptly at hearing those words from her. Even garbled, they're perfect. A lump forms in my throat, and I grab either side of her head and tilt her face up to mine. "You have no idea what it does to me to hear you say that," I say, then kiss her urgently.

She kisses me back rather passionately considering her state of drunkenness. I tangle a hand in her hair and slide the other down her back, pulling her roughly against me, moving a leg between her thighs.

Her pulse pounds against my lips when I move them to kiss her neck.

"Get a room!" Ben yells over the music as he twirls Angela past us.

"We might just have to do that," I say into Bella's ear, my voice husky as she breathes heavily, still wiggling to the music. "Wanna get out of here?"

She kisses me again and nods fervently. She takes forever hugging and chatting with the girls, so I throw her over my shoulder and head for the exit as she called out goodbyes.

I set her down on the sidewalk outside. She stumbles a bit, but I keep my hold on her waist. "Those shoes are hot," I tell her, "but can you manage the walk to the car?"

"Of course."

I feel guilty laughing at her, but I've never seen her like this before. It's quite amusing.

"You're even pretty when you're five sheets to the wind," I say, kissing her quickly and pulling her to the car.

"I'm only three sheetsh. Sheetsss." She giggles, and it sends shockwaves straight to my dick.

In the car, she struggles with her seatbelt long after I've already fastened mine and started the car. "Need some help?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"No. I have got it," she says indignantly. Click. "See?"

"Good to know you're a fully functioning drunk."

"Shut it, Cullen."

As I drive home, Bella sits in her seat humming and smiling, tapping her feet against the floorboard. Suddenly, a hand creeps not-so-stealthily over the console and into my lap, sliding slowly up my thigh. I watch Bella peek at me out of the corner of her eye, and I grip the steering wheel tightly. She smiles wickedly as her hand moves farther up and brushes against my hard-on.

"Bella…" The warning in my voice isn't all that sincere.

She turns her body as far to the side as the seatbelt will allow and palms me over my jeans.

"God. Bella, you're gonna kill us both if you keep that up."

"I trust you," she whispers into my ear as she applied more pressure. I shiver.

"Christ." I gulp as she clumsily unbuttons my jeans and searches for the zipper. I help her, dreading a zipper/peen accident while driving across a bridge.

She frees me of my pants and unbuckles her seatbelt to lean over, wasting no time in getting my dick into her mouth.

"Shit!" I groan. On any given day, her mouth on me is the most amazing thing I've ever felt in my life, but this is beyond. Normally she teases a bit before wrapping her lips around me, but to have her warm lips and tongue descend on me so quickly takes me by surprise.

"Bella…" My hand moves up to tangle in her hair. It takes everything I have to concentrate on driving while she works me over. "Stop, baby. We're almost home."

She releases me and looks up from under her lashes. "I want you to come. I want you to come hard in my mouth," she says in a low voice.

Fuck. Me. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen—her leaning over my lap, barely covered ass in the air, gripping my cock in her hand while she tells me to come. I want to watch, but I can't. It's the sweetest kind of torture.

"Keep that kind of talk up, and you'll get what you want."

"Silly boy. I can't talk with your dick in my mouth."

This just gets better and better.

She smiles deviously and takes me in again, pressing her tongue against my length as her head bobs in my lap. I groan and let my head fall back against the headrest, trying like hell to focus on the road ahead. Damn, I'm a lucky son of a—"Fuck, Bella." She runs her teeth lightly up my shaft and goes back to bobbing up and down, and I know I'm on the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm. One last turn into the parking lot of our building, and I find a spot before I completely let go.

I lean back hard against my seat as she sucks me, one hand in her hair and the other sliding down to palm her ass, fingers creeping between her legs to find her panties soaking wet. She moans around me, and the vibration makes me come hard and fast, feeling her suck harder as I pulse down her throat. "Ungh," I grind out as sight and speech fail me.

Only when I start to grow soft in her mouth does she pull away, wiping her lips and sitting back on her knees in the passenger seat. "Was that good?" she asks with a smirk, blinking at me all faux-innocently.

I stare at her and struggle to catch my breath. "Good? No. It was fucking amazing." I attack her neck with my lips as she giggles. "Let's get inside right the fuck now."

"Oh, are we home?"

"We're home." I chuckle as I button my pants and gather our coats.

I go around to help her out of the car, draping her coat over her flushed-pink shoulders and putting an arm around her to help her to the building.

"Fun night?" asks the doorman with a knowing smile.

"Very fun," Bella says, still giggling and stumbling.

He laughs as I manage to get us into the elevator. When the doors close, Bella grows quiet. I hold her away from me and study her face. Her eyes are suddenly glazed over, and her face is pale. "Are you feeling okay?" I ask.

She nods and puts her head against my chest. "Always feel okay when I'm with you, future husband." Her slurring seems to have eased up.

I'm automatically at half-mast again at those words. "I love hearing you say that."

She stands there swaying slightly on her too-tall heels and stares up at me. When the elevator doors open, I pick her up and carry her out, not stopping until we're inside our bedroom. I toss our coats carelessly to the floor; my only goal is to get her out of the dress I've wanted to unwrap since earlier that evening.

"This dress is hot, babe, but you'll look even sexier without it," I tell her as I undo the zipper. It pools around her feet, exposing her gorgeous body to me. She's got on the tiniest black thong and no bra.I thank whatever fashion gods made this possible and appraise her gentle curves. "I was right," I say, licking my lips as I stalk toward her.

Instead of kissing her lips, I kneel in front of her and take a nipple into my mouth. "Edward," she whispers. My hands travel up her shapely legs to her hips, where I change course and move around to grab her pretty ass. I gather the little strips of fabric in my hands and rip them, making her gasp, and toss the ruined panties behind my shoulder. Leaving the sexy shoes on, I press her against the wall, then dive forward and inhale her scent, trailing my nose softly from her cleavage down to her belly button. I make a small circle around it and continue my path down until the tip of my nose reached the spot right beneath her pubic bone. Bella slumps back against the wall and mumbles something incoherent. I bend one of her knees and throw her leg over my shoulder, holding her up against the wall so she won't waver. She's so wet. Her scent is heady, and I think I'm drunk on it myself. Unable to wait to taste her, I part her lips and barely touch her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Her quiet whimper is the only noise in the room, followed by a more urgent, "Edward." I moan softly as I cover her pussy with my mouth, making her squirm against me. "Edward, Edward," she chants.

"Mmmm, Bella," I say, pulling away slightly for just a second.

"Edward!" she cries, her body stiffening. "I'm gonna—"

Already? I think to myself. But it's not the same tone she uses when she— Oh, shit, I think as I look up at her. Her face is pale and her eyes are wide, and I feel stupid for not realizing why she was callin my name so urgently. I jump up from my knees and grab the small wastebasket just in time. Supporting her as she drops to her knees, I hold her hair back while she heaves into the trash can.

"I'm so sorry," she says when she's finished.

"You're sorry?" I say, chuckling at her mortification. "There's nothing to be sorry for." I help her to her feet and into the bathroom, depositing her on top of the closed toilet lid while I wet a washcloth for her.

"Need my toothbrush," she mutters.

I oblige, putting some toothpaste on her pink toothbrush and pushing her hair back from her face. "You okay?"

"Embarrassed," she admits.

"Don't be embarrassed, babe. It's okay. Here's your toothbrush."

She takes it from me and brushes her teeth slowly, her limbs apparently not working as well as normal. I kneel in front of her and remove her shoes, then take them to the closet and grab one of my t-shirts for her. When I return, she's replacing her toothbrush in the cup, leaning heavily against the counter.

"Put this on," I tell her, handing her the shirt, and turn to get the ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet. When I turn back to her, she's managed to get the shirt on…backwards and inside out. I bite my cheek to keep from laughing. "Come to bed," I tell her as I kiss her temple.

She leans on me as I lead her to the bed. "Edward, I'm sorry I got so drunk."

"Bella, stop apologizing. You had fun, didn't you?"

She nods.

"So there's no reason to apologize." I trace my thumb down her warm face. "Here. Take these." She sits up slightly and swallows the pills with half a glass of water, then sags heavily back on the pillows again.

"You ripped my favorite thong," she mumbles.

"I'll buy you a new one. Sleep. I love you."

"Love you, too," she murmurs. Her breathing evens out quickly, and I know she's already out.

I clean up the mess and strip down to my boxers before joining her in bed. She looks so peaceful as I lie there stroking her hair and face, but I know she'll feel like total shit in the morning. As I begin to drift off myself, a warm wave washes through my body at the memory of her calling me her future husband. I know without a doubt that I want that. I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman. And having her know that and reciprocate is the best thing I've ever felt in my life.