Sooo. it's a day late, sorry about that. But it is a bit longer than normal. I got caught up in this one and ran with it hehe. Enjoy, as always I love to read what you all think! Please review, thanks a million!

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Penname: Jburdick

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M…to be safe

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Prompt: Multimedia Share- I chose Fedora.

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It had been a long night at the bar last night, so today when I finally dragged my body from bed it was nearly noon already. Even though I was up until four a.m. most nights I still didn't usually like to sleep past ten-ish so I could get my shit done.

Five years ago when I had just turned twenty six I had received my full inheritance totaling at about one million dollars. I'd been thrilled, and ultimately decided to open up my own bar like I'd always dreamed.

It was rough getting started. Money definitely didn't always make things easier. I had to man the place by myself for a while until it finally became too much to bear on my own, and ended up hiring my long-time friend Emmett, who coincidentally had just been let go at his previous job. Turned out in the long run it was the best thing that could've happened for him. For both of us actually.

I still to this day couldn't understand how he lasted as long as he did in Corporate America. It surely would never have worked on me. Especially with the ink adorning nearly my entire torso, back and arms. Oh, and the piercing in my lip, eyebrow and tongue.

Working at the bar was also where I met my other good buddy, Bella.

She was more than a buddy though, to me at least. She walked into my bar four years ago and has been back nearly every night there after. Bella was the type that seemed to always have a date or a boyfriend. And she brought each and every one of them by for my approval. Which I never gave.

I couldn't. How am I supposed to tell her some guy is perfect for her, when in truth, I want to be that guy? I had always thought she was very funny and sexy, but I found myself attracted to tons of girls-so I took it with a grain of salt. But over the years of getting to know her, it became so much more, at least for me.

I wasn't surprised when five o'clock rolled around and I opened the door to find Bella and some blonde surfer type on her arm. I internally rolled my eyes and stepped forward to hug her.

"Hey B, how's it going?"

Her small warms hands rubbing up and down my back felt amazing. I stepped back before she could tell how amazing.

"I'm good. Umm Edward…this is Mike." She nodded at the guy next to her. Mike smiled and nearly blinded me with his teeth bleaching.

"Hey man." I reached to shake his hand, which ended up getting tangled about when he tried to do some 'secret' handshake or something which ended up with him bumping my fist. What a loser.

"Hey 'Sup man! Heard a lot about ya, dude." He exclaimed, his head nodding reminding me of a bobble head that's been shaken too hard.

"Wish I could say the same." I quirked a brow and glanced at Bella. Was she for real with this guy? Bella just shrugged and smiled, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Hey dude, it's cool, it's cool. So you like, like making drinks a lot huh?" Mike asked rubbernecking around the place.

"Something like that." I muttered, leading them inside to the bar. I made Bella's usual, which was a secret concoction I'd made just for her and asked Mike what he'd like.

"I'll have something fruity, dude. Maybe like a Sea Breeze or something. You know how to make those?" I stared at him for a moment and shook my head.

"Yea, I can make those."

Two hours and way too many drinks later Mike was barely finishing his 'epic surfing experience' when I felt my cell buzz in my pocket.

Get rid of him pls! I'm begging!

-B

I snorted a laugh and looked up at her. She made her best pouty face, which made me wanted to grab her and suck that lip into my mouth and lick it.

I adjusted my dick and text her back.

What's in it for me ;)

-E

I watched her brow furrow as she read the text, chewing her lip.

Anything! Please?

-B

I contemplated that for a moment as mike slung his arm around her shoulders, lightly grazing the side of her breast. He'd had four of his fruity drinks already and I could tell he was feeling it. Bella had also had as many, but I knew that that little girl could hold her liquor better than that douche any day of the week.

I glared and Mike's arm and pocketed my phone after texting Bella to go to the back area where the offices were and to tell douche she was hitting the ladies room.

About ten minutes after she left I made myself scarce for a few minutes then came back to let good old Mike down easy. But not too easy.

"Hey, uh, you see where my girl went? She said she was hitting the pot but I think maybe she fell in." He laughed out loud at his own attempt at humor. His girl…Fucker.

I grinned and shook my head. "Sorry dude, but she bailed out the back door. She'd prefer it if you pretended you never met her. So…feel free to go home anytime man. Oh and don't worry about the drinks, consider it your consolation prize."

I walked a few steps away and started polishing some glasses, waiting for mike to disappear. It didn't take long… and he didn't look too angry, which kind of surprised me.

"You want to tell me why you even consented to one date with him…much less bringing him here for me to have to endure?" I asked as I walked in to the office, leaving Emmett to man the bar and finding Bella sitting on the edge of my desk, bottle of Jack and a shot glass in hand.

"I thought he'd be fun," She knocked back a shot. "Turns out he was a fucking loser."

Bella didn't cuss. Unless she was drunk, so I'd say she definitely had already taken a few shots while I was taking out the trash, so to speak.

"Huh, well he's gone, but it looks like you've found my stash…and are enjoying it quite thoroughly." I laughed and stepped right up to her, standing between her thighs.

"Edward…why the fuck would you need a stash when you work in a bar and there's like…a hundred bottles of alcohol like…I don't know, twenty feet away or something." She slightly slurred, and swayed toward me a bit.

I took the bottle from her and swallowed a mouthful. I noticed her staring at me very closely.

"What?"

"I like your hat…" She reached up and fingered my fedora. "It's sexy." She grinned.

"Oh yea?" I leaned closer to her, almost nose to nose. Her warm breath floating across my face, smelling of whiskey and sweetness. "Mhmm." She nodded, licking her lips.

My stomach felt in knots. I wanted to kiss her so badly. I'd never been this close to her, but I'd dreamed of it for so god damn long. But do I kiss her when she's so obviously drunk? Would she remember it? Fuck. Well, we're about to find out.

I tilted my head and lightly brushed my lips across hers, applying no real pressure, testing the waters. Her hand pressed tentatively to my chest, sliding up my throat and around to the back of my neck. I closed my eyes when her lips pressed firmly to mine.

She felt so soft and warm. Perfect.

I licked her lip gently and did an internal fist pump when she opened automatically and touched her tongue to mine. Four years of fantasizing about this woman leapt into the kiss then. I slammed the bottle of Jack onto the desk beside her hip and grabbed onto her. One hand on her hip and the other cradling her delicate jaw, my thumb brushing her cheek.

Her tongue tangled with mine seductively, making my semi hard as steel. I pressed my body flush with hers, making her feel how much I wanted her. Her nails scratched at the hair on the back of my neck, gripping me closer. Her legs wound around my hips, pulling me even tighter against her while her other hand ran across my back, scratching me lightly with her nails.

I moaned out loud, she felt amazing-tasted amazing. How had I gone without for so long? I still had that lingering worry in the back of my mind. What if she was only doing this because of the liquor? Did she really want me? Would she regret this? What if it went further? Would she regret that? Was this her 'favor' for getting rid of that douche? Fuck. I didn't want to risk this friendship, but god how I wanted more from her. I wanted it all.

I kissed her more fiercely then, letting my passion and want for her take over. I hitched her leg a bit higher around one hip and ground into to her harder, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth and growling. She responded immediately, making soft moans and kissing me back with just as much fervor.

She broke the kiss several minutes later, gasping for air. I tangled both of my hands into her hair and tilted her head up, looking into her eyes. I don't know what I was looking for exactly, but I felt like I was finding it. I pressed soft kisses to her forehead, nose and cheeks. Then placed one gentle kiss to her lips, and pressed my forehead to hers, staring in her eyes again.

"Edward?" She said, sounding small. "I want you…like this." She whispered

"Like what?" I wanted to here her say some sort of confirmation that she wanted what I did. I just hope she didn't only want it for one night, then go back to the way things used to be. But would I deny her, even if all she wanted was a one night stand that could and would ultimately hurt me? Nope, probably not.

She trailed her hand down my chest and stroked my hard cock over my jeans. I gasped and groaned, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment. "Like this." She whispered into my ear, her lips lightly touching it.

I nodded and kissed her again, seriously hoping things would work out in my favor in the end. "Me too, B."

She grinned and licked her lips. "Leave the hat on."

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