Chapter 7

Saturday, July 25th (part 2)

After a long ride due to Angela having to pull over every few minutes for Ben, we finally made it to the heavenly place that is called the club.

You'd think after our intimate moment in the parking lot at the restaurant; me and Edward would've had an awkward drive, but nope.

That just wasn't how we were programmed.

First, we neither one shut up long enough. Mostly, I never shut up long enough.

Second, remember how I said Angela had to pull over quite a lot? That was for the birthday boy.

My favorite time was when we were at a stoplight and just as it turned green Ben yelled "STOP!" Then proceeded to open the passenger side door and without getting out of the car, pulled out his junk, and peed.

After a thumbs up to me and Edward who were behind them, he shut his door, and from what little we could see in the dark, it looked like Angela smacked him in the back of the head.

Which led us to third-Me and Edward were laughing too hard to have it be weird between us.

We heard the bass of the music as soon as we parked.

"Blame it on the A-A-A-A-alcohol," I heard before I seen Ben singing loudly and completely off tune as he jumped on Edward's back.

Angela was 'heel running' over to us, gold clutch swinging from her wrist, "baby, you're gonna knock Eddie over! Get down!"

I grimaced at the nickname. While all 'Eddie' did was laugh while jogging to the other side of the road where the club was located, with Ben still attached singing something about blaming it on the Nu-Vo.

"Boys…" Me and Angela said in unison, me shaking my head, laughing. While she was staring at her drunken leprechaun who was now doing the robot.

"GET IT BEN!" I yelled, slapping his ass when we met them, copying him move for move.

"You know, Bella, you're only encouraging him…" Angela stated with disgust in her voice but her smile proved she was full of caca-doodoo. We all know she enjoys mine and Bens quirkiness.

Then the familiar beat started that made Angela cover her eyes and warn Edward to get ready.

"Oh shit, shake dat ass while moving like a gypsy. Stop, boom, back it up, now lemme see ya hips swing!" Me and Ben rapped while showing our I.D.'s to the bouncer.

Once inside I grabbed Edward's hand, dragging him to the dance floor and indeed made my hips swing as the song ordered.

I never usually felt comfortable enough around a guy I went out with; platonically, or not; to let completely loose. Throw it to the wind and just let go. But with Edward, it was different. I didn't worry about him looking at me with disgust by me popping my ass, or shake his head in disapproval by me repeating vulgar lyrics. Because that wasn't who he was. And it was nice. Refreshing.

To be able to be me-Isabella Swan-to somebody else, other than Angela and Ben.

"Knees bent, ass out, c'mon put ya ass out."

I heard protrude from his mouth as he lifted his hands into the air, leaving his index finger pointing out and bobbing to the beat.

Sexy.

I couldn't help but think 'go white boy, go white boy, go.' While looking at him. Who would've known that McYummy could 'get jiggy wit it?'

I laughed with him when suddenly he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to him.

We rapped into each others faces, foreheads touching, out of breath and smiling.

I once again 'whooped' and put my hand in the air as the DJ ordered all the sexy ladies to do. While Mister Ed continued smiling at me while mouthing the song word for fuckin' word.

I felt a pinch on my ass and when I turned ready to claw someone's eyes out, I was met with my best friends smirk while she pointed at Ben who was attempting to 'pop his colla.' Grabbing Edward by his belt loops I pulled him while I swayed over to Angie and Ben.

Turning around and clasping my hands with Angie's, left me with my back to Edward. Allowing our hips to move in perfect sync together.

I was feeling the sweat on my neck and no matter how many times I would fan it, or lift my hair off of it, I continued to feel my once styled- now-flat hair sticking to it. I guess Edward must've taken notice because out of nowhere I felt him take my hair and pull it to the side, followed along by his cool breath blowing. I shivered despite the heat and stuffiness of the club.

After the song had ended Ben yelled "bar!" Then in turn lifted Ang by her ass which she followed suit by wrapping her legs around his waist.

Edward had already dropped his hands from my hair to my waist, as we followed the rodeo clowns.

By the time we got to the bar Ben had already ordered all of us a Jager Bomb followed by a Heineken for our chaser.

Grabbing our cups, we all dinked them then with a count of three we dropped the Jager into the shot and took it back.

While Ben and Angela went back to the dance floor, Edward and I decided to go to the other side of the club, where they had a sitting area set up, allowing people to get away from the crowdedness of the club, and the loudness of the music.

It had white couches in the corners; brown ottomans where you could lay your drink upon in front of them. It also had another bar with stools lined up in front of it. If you weren't looking for something so intimate.

Me and Edward decided for the latter.

He pulled himself up onto an empty stool, then grabbed my hand, pulling me between his parted legs.

When he ordered us another shot-Tequila this time. Evil Bella got an idea.

"Body shot?" I asked, with a slight smirk.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah…why? You scared, Eddie?"

"Not at all, just haven't done one in awhile. You may have to refresh my memory," he said while reaching behind the bar to grab a lime, offering it to me.

"Okay, first it obviously involves a body part," I put a finger under his chin, turning his head to the right, moving to his neck I whispered against his skin, "and licking that body part."

Moving my head just a tad bit lower. I stuck my tongue out. Licking him from where his collar bone and shoulder met, all the way to right under his ear, ending in a light kiss.

Lifting my head, I was met with his intense stare. Trying to act like I wasn't affected, I threw my shot back.

Edward quickly grabbed the lime back from me, putting it between his own lips and holding it between his teeth.

I leaned forward, taking it into my own as it made the taste of him disintegrate.

He let go, while I finished sucking from it. After I was satisfied, I threw it somewhere behind me.

Edward traced a path from my top lip down to the side of my chin, then put his finger to his lips, sucking it, slowly.

"Juice," he smiled.

"Your turn," I pointed out when I started feeling my legs shake.

What is he doing to me?

"Nah, too hot. You just officially fucked me up for the rest of the night now. Thanks." He took his shot, then pulled me to stand completely against him, hands on my lower back while mine had retreated to his neck, playing with the hair there with one hand, holding my beer with the other.

"Having fun?" He asked, rubbing his nose along my cheek.

"Absolutely. I'm glad you came…if not I'd be stuck here by myself, fighting off lame lines from sweaty geezers."

He let out a soft laugh, "well…" he stopped, grabbing my wrist, and taking my beer into his own hand, taking a sip, "good thing you're all mine tonight then huh?"

"Are you drunk?"

"Tipsy."

"Drunk."

"Tipsy."

"Drunk," I tapped his nose.

"Yeah…" he said, slowly tilting his head back till his lips met my finger, kissing them, then looking back at me with a smile.

Drunk Edward was very touchy, and not just with his hands…I've officially declared him as being the death of me.

Not wanting him to know I was enjoying his antics, I simply laughed at him and patted his face with the napkin that was on the bar.

"I love it when you do things like that," he sighed, moving his hands to my hips, bunching up the fabric of my dress.

Death of me remember?

"Like what, love?" I asked, moving his hair that had fallen into his face.

I could get used to putting my hands on him, or more so, his hands on me…

"That. Moving my hair, wiping my face. At dinner when I had sauce on my cheek, you wiped it without a word, in the car, you tucked my tag in…I love that."

I scoffed, "most guys would find it annoying because it's shit their mothers do."

"Well I'm not most guys. I adore my mother. And I really like you. Fuck it."

Drunk Edward also curses like a sailor. Not that I minded. I was simply just thinking what else I could do to get him to say 'fuck' again.

"You're drunk, Eddie."

He laughed and dropped a light kiss on me.

Surprising me to no end but doing it like it came natural, doing it like it was supposed to always be like this.

"I am. Completely. But I do Bella…I really do like you. I love watching you with Elijah, and how you interact with your friends. I love that you do shit my mother does," he paused to smile at me. "You just… you make it…easier for me to breathe."

"I do?"

"Yes. I can take deep breaths with you. Whereas with anyone else…I'm just short of breath."

"God Edward…you're gonna drive me crazy aren't you?"

He did my favorite crooked smile then brought his lips to mine.

We kissed. All lips and tongue, and air and breathing. It wasn't anything fast, it wasn't rushed….it was slow. We enjoyed every slight touch, every sigh, every tip of tongues touching each other, every taste, every nibble. And it didn't matter that he was drunk, that we were in front of a bar, and some girl was singing about her poker face.

Nothing else mattered to me at that moment but him.

I didn't care that my back was full of sweat and that he could feel it when he popped a leg between mine to get me on him and splayed his hands on it.

I didn't care that my teeth clanked against his when I fisted my fingers in his hair.

I didn't care that people were watching and throwing 'whoo's' and 'get it dawg' at him.

I only cared about Edward Cullen.

When we pulled away, we neither one moved apart.

Just smiled.

Then-

Cockblock.

Again.

"Bella!" I heard Angela's panicked voice.

Turning around towards where the dance floor was I seen Angela running up to me and beyond her, Ben being carried over a bouncers shoulder, beer still in hand.

"Ang, what. The. Fuck?"

"Ben, we were dancing….he fell…bouncer came…kicked out….we gotta go!" She stuttered moving back to go outside.

Edward hopped down off the stool, grabbing my hand to follow her.

What we found was Ben leaning against the outside of the building, head dropped to his chest. Agreeing with Puffy that mo' money did indeed bring mo' problems.

"Aw baby…are you okay? That monkey didn't hurt you did he?" Angela threw an evil stare at the giant who had carried Ben out. After he fleeted away she checked him for any injuries.

He in return grabbed her boob.

"Edward, do you think you can help me get him to the car?" She asked, throwing one of Bens' arms over her shoulder.

Edward dropped my hand, and threw Bens other arm over his own shoulder, taking most of the weight off of Angela's little frame.

Such a gentleman.

I seen Edward turn his head sharply in the direction I was standing in, looking a little green when Ben started to speak to him, "Remember…you're the coolest bro…the coolest!"

"I know man, I know," Edward laughed, and threw me a wink as we all started across the street to our respective vehicles.

After Angela had her man buckled she told me she was planning on staying the night with him to nurse him thru his hangover that was sure to follow in the morning.

After kissing Ben on his forehead, I went around to the drivers side where Angela was bidding goodnight to Edward. I gave her a quick peck on her cheek, telling her to call me if she needed anything, or if she had any funny stories to tell me of what Ben might've done when he got home.

Edward was waiting by the passengers side of his car, and him being as amazing as he is, of course threw me his keys, smiling he informed me, "you know it's never safe to drink and drive."

We got settled, me gripping the steering wheel, scared of crashing his beauty, him reclined back, tapping the window with one hand, the other massaging my thigh absentmindedly.

'Because I want you, just exactly like I used to,' Kings Of Leon sang softly from the speakers.

When I got to a red light, loosening my grip on the wheel, feeling more comfortable driving his car, I heard Edward softly speak, "hey…"

Looking over to him, I had to swallow back the tears that immediately made their way to my eyes from the soft look in his eyes as he stared at me.

You know when you watch a movie and you see a man look at a woman with that look? And you always say, no matter how many times you've seen that same scene, how you wish one day a man would look at you that way? Then you throw popcorn at the screen out of childish jealousy? Well that was the look I got.

He was beautiful.

"Yeah?" I breathed out.

"C'mere," he whispered, crooking a finger at me.

"But the light, it's about to tur-"

"Bella. Fuck. The. Light."

So I did. Figuratively speaking.

I leaned down to where he was reclined in his seat, and when he brushed my hair back, I let him. And when we kissed and he licked my lips for entrance, I let him. And when he fought for control, I let him have it. I'd give him anything he wanted as long as he never stopped kissing me.

Our lips molded into each other, our moans mingled; we just were. A scattered brain woman who lived off of the romance of Janet Evanovich, and a Doctor who not only healed Elijah but, healed me, unknowingly.

When we got to my house, he came in. When I got to my bedroom, he followed. When I laid down and demanded that he come to me this time, he did.

And fell asleep instantly.

After my immediate disappointment, I watched him while he dreamed. His eyelashes fluttering against his cheek, a soft sigh coming from his mouth every few moments.

A few minutes later I got up to check on SNL and change out of my dress that smelled of cigarettes and stale liquor. Throwing it, along with my lacy bra and matching thong set that Angela insisted I just had to wear-into the hamper I pulled on my two sizes too big shirt that read the top ten must know things about Chuck Norris on the front with a pair of my ever faithful black ladies briefs.

I crawled back into bed, careful not to disturb my bedmate for the night, covering him and myself up; I let my fingers graze through his hair, emitting a smile from him even in his unconscious state.

Did this wonderful-green eyed god-intelligent-mouth that models would sell their souls for to have- man not understand what his mere presence did to me? How I could hardly control myself when he pulled me to him in the club, or how I had to fight with myself not to scoot down on the seat when his hand was massaging my thigh just so I could get him closer to where I really wanted those fingers to be?

How it took everything in me to pull away my hand and slide all the way to the opposite end of the bed away from him, afraid that I wouldn't be able to withhold wrapping him up in my arms and devouring him how I wanted to do all night.

I knew through all the liquor that things had changed for me tonight. Permanently.

I was in love with him.

Fully, frighteningly, dancing around, every song makes you think of him-in love…and I was terrified.

Sneaking another glance over my shoulder at him before I attempted to fall into my own slumber, one thought kept running through my mind-

Please don't end up hurting me, Edward.

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Okay...I'm still on the edge about this chapter. I wanted them to stick to the friend deal for a bit longer but I also have this other idea that involves some mild angst and a very hilarious argument between B/E in the next upcoming 2 or 3 chapters that's winning the war in my head so I threw caution to the wind and posted it. Lemme know what your opinion is!!

I really need it this time because even though I'm curious about how I, myself can put the 'fight' together, I want my readers to be happy as well!!