A/N: You asked for it and you got it. More alcohol, only this time, Eddie boy is a little loaded too. Oh me oh my, where could this lead? Tell me, kids, you ever do the 'walk of shame'? Ever have one of those 'Coyote Mornings"? Hmmm... I wonder...
Not mine!
My name is Bella Swan, and it has been two weeks since my last encounter with Edward. I haven't seen him since that awful meeting with Tanya. I'm pretty sure that it's the sheer embarrassment of Edward's rejection that keeps me from answering the door when I see him standing on my porch.
He has begged, he has plead, hell, he even cried on Tuesday—I've never seen Edward cry. I'm pretty sure it was only two tears, but I thought I saw them there, and I certainly heard him pound his fist on the wall in frustration as he howled, "Dammit Bella!" He started stalking me in the hospital as well, but I warned my co-workers that I didn't want to see him. They thought I was just playing 'hard to get', and I felt no need to correct them.
Tonight, Edward will be the last thing on my mind, and Alice was making sure of that. I have one more final, in three days time, and seeing as I've already studied my eyes raw, I think I've earned myself a break. Tonight, Alice and I are going to a party, where over five hundred people will be making an appearance; this will be a shindig of epic proportions.
I pulled on my knee high boots, and swore as the zipper got caught and ran my new stockings. "Honestly, Bella. Who the hell wears pantyhose with boots...to a BAR?!" She yanked my boot off my foot, and pulled the stockings off, handing me lace top high highs, instead. "You will wear these." She tossed me a garter belt.
"Are you kidding me, Alice?!" Truth is; I didn't know how to put the damn thing on.
She turned, and rifled through one of her many shopping bags, "and these." She was very matter of fact as she tossed me a pair of obviously very expensive panties.
"Alice, what the hell are these?" I held the offensive items away from me in distaste; they were 'Satan's Panties' if ever I saw a pair. Her wide eyed stare pierced through me as she doubled over with near silent laughter.
"FMP's, Bella. FMP's." She rifled through the bag, and pulled out a mid thigh length black satin skirt, and sequined ruby top. The v-neck was low enough to make me feel uncomfortable, and I had just started to pull the shirt over my shoulders, when she stopped me, tossing me a scandalously matching bra.
"Alice, what the fuck is an FMP?"
She winked at me and smiled, "'Fuck Me Panties."
My eyes widened as I realized what she was preparing me for. "I'm not having sex tonight, Alice."
"Oh, I beg to differ, Miss Swan." She helped me smooth my outfit; the ridiculous push up bra now in place.
"Alice, my boobs!", I cried in horror. They looked as if they would burst forth from the lacy black contraption containing them.
"What's the matter, Bella? You forgot you had them? They won't be hiding tonight; you look hot." She grabbed my hand, and pulled me forcefully in front of a mirror. I looked like a hooker. Really! It wouldn't be so bad if you wouldn't be able to tell I was wearing thigh highs and a garter belt.
Maybe if I pulled the skirt down to my pubis, it would cover a more acceptable area..
"Stop talking yourself out of it, Bella." She grabbed my hand and skipped out. I tripped over my own boot-laden feet, and prayed that tonight would be as much fun as I hoped. I needed a distraction from Edward. Badly.
Alice tossed me into the seat of her Volkswagon Cabriole, and we took off for Starz nightclub, which was rented out by students each year. There was a twenty dollar charge to get in the door, but the atmosphere made the party well worth it, or so I've been told. This was my first, and last, year in attendance. The trees whirred by as the ground flew beneath Alice's tiny convertible; we would be there in a matter of minutes, if she continued to drive this way.
My nerves bundled into the pit of my stomach, and I suddenly hoped that I could remain anonymous tonight. Emmett and Edward were supposed to be at some team party, so I knew I didn't have to worry about them, but Tanya—she was another matter entirely.
Alice had dressed me herself; I was clothed to kill. I would not fear the Bitch Princess tonight. In her quest to make me look like a supermodel, she allowed me only two comfort measures. My hair was allowed to hang into a loose ponytail, and she let me wear my boots; they were stylish, without heels. Very sexy, and very functional.
I had picked them up at the mall two years back, and have loved them ever since. Simple Doc Marten's, They laced up in the back, and there were buckles all the way up to the tip of my knee, so I could adjust them for a more personal fit. Thankfully, they had a zipper on the inside to help me get in and out. If they didn't, I'd probably just sleep in them because it would take me an hour to put them on... I only wore them a handful of times, but they still had the ability to make me feel like a million dollars.
The slam of a door made me snap out of my reverie. "Bella? You coming?" I stumbled out after her, and stood in line for my one night of debauchery. People darted into and out of the nightclub in various stages of inebriation. The parking lot reeked of stale beer and piss. Alice's sandaled feet avoided puddles like the plague. I felt bad for her—I never would have worn an open toed shoe here.
"Of course there are two lines." I huffed angrily at Alice, who was primping her spiky jet black hair. She checked her makeup in the mirror, making kissy faces as she continued to ignore my morose behavior.
"Shut it, Bella. You're going to have a great time; I don't want to hear it." Sliding her compact back into her clutch, she winked at me and grabbed my hand, skipping to the front of the line. People groaned the entire time, as we cut in front of them, but she moved nonetheless. We were three people away from entering the biggest bash of the year, and the smoke machines were starting to get to me.
I felt like I was going to start to wheeze, but then Alice shifted slightly, and sent a wave of fresh air in my direction. Alice paid our cover, and after flashing ID, the bouncer deemed us worthy of entering. I thought I saw him gape at my thighs hungrily, but I can't be sure.
If I had been paying attention, as we entered, I would have seen the baseball team jog up to the VIP line.
Immediately, Alice handed me a beer, and I finished it in two swallows. I made my way over to the bar, and ordered a double scotch; neat. He plopped that, and a bowl of peanuts in front of me, and I nursed my drink carefully. Once I got my second tequila in me, I was feeling loose enough to hit the dance floor. Nine Inch Nails 'Closer' blared on the stereo system, and I squeezed my way into the dance floor, grinding myself against the first body that approached me.
My partner was all arms and legs, gyrating wildly to the beat. He backed myself up to him and rested one hand on my shoulder, the other shifting from my hip, to my exposed navel. His warm touch send a signal straight to my core. I haven't had sex in months, maybe years; it'd been far too long.. Christ!
"Can I buy you a drink, Bella?!" He screamed, as I moved as gracefully as one can in leather boots, and a short skirt. I spun around, and realized I was in the arms of one Michael Newton, Troll Extraordinaire. Shit! I'll never live this one down. Not if I live a million years.
"Fine!" I screamed, and was horrified, mildly, as he ordered simple tequila and limes. Four for each of us. The alcohol swirled uneasily in my mind as I tried to connect what he was ordering with what I knew of drinking games. We stood awkwardly at a table on the outskirts of the dance floor, as 8 shots of tequila, 8 wedges of lime, and 8 fancy napkins landed on our table. People jostled past, knocking the bar stools and tables aside as they herded through the overcrowded building.
"Do you want to go first, Bella?" It only faintly registered that he was speaking to me, and I downed my shot unceremoniously. Mike scowled. His baby blue eyes scanned me like a starving man, staring at a steak. "I'll show you, Bella." His vision seemed to cloud and darken as he grabbed a salt shaker in his hand. "Put this wedge between your teeth, Bella." Listening intently, I did as I was told, though every fiber of my being whispered for me to stop. He placed his hands possessively on my thigh, and hitched up my skirt. His eyes widened as he took in Alice's choice of legwear. Licking my thigh, in between the garter belt and the lacey top of the thigh high, he dashed salt in the wetness, and licked me once more; his tongue riding further up than before. Quickly, he downed the shot, and hovered closer to me, placing his lips on mine, pulling the lime from my teeth.
I was suddenly very very horny. God help me! Mike Newton, and me-- horny, in the same room? He handed me another shot, and I panicked. The proper amount of fear was impossible as I was three sheets to the wind, but I realized, somewhere, in the back of my fuzzy brain, that this was less than ideal.
I watched him place the lime wedge between his lips, and I found myself running my tongue along his muscled forearm. Dashing the salt, I let my tongue linger, giving him a light nip before I kicked back another shot. He winked at me as my lips drew closer to his, and plucked the lime from his lips. He dug his fingers into my hair, and after he removed the wedge, he kissed me fiercely; my stomach rolled.
Vomiting into his mouth never sounded so good...
That was when he moved my shirt and licked my breast, nearly exposing the pink of my areola. I gasped involuntarily, and before I knew what he was doing, his tongue was all over me; a button was undone. God Almighty, did I moan? One hand wound it's way up my shirt, his fingers skimming their way to my underwire. Dashing the salt on my nearly exposed breast, he gave me another lengthy lick, and was about to take a shot when the glass fell from his fingers, and he collapsed on the ground in a heap. I placed the palm of my hand over my eyes to try to clear the fog that reigned in my head, but the only thing that helped was another shot.
Someone was scuffling with him, and I faintly recognized Emmett's gigantic form writhing on the floor, pummeling Mike unconscious, but Em was supposed to be. at. a. party.
"Fuck." I picked up another shot and as I raised it to my lips. Someone plucked from my fingers.
"Things were definitely headed in that direction, yes." I had never seen such contempt in his expression; he was furious with me. His coppery hair in full 'fuck me' mode, swinging precariously in his face.
"Swing" by Savage blared on the stereo system. My vision was foggy, but rapidly sobering.
Edward kicked back the shot in his hand, slammed it onto the table so hard I thought it might shatter, and turned and kicked Mike in the side. Another shot went down. "What the hell were you thinking, Bella?" My Edward was nearly vibrating with his fury as he stared at me.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have some party to go to?! What's your problem, Edward?" I allowed my anger to match his as he attempted to drag me out of the club. "Get your hands off me!" The haze momentarily lifted from my mind, and I shoved him away from me. I stepped away from the table, only to be grabbed by Tyler Crowley.
I grabbed him by his collar, startling the hell out of him, and jammed my tongue down his throat. The kiss was vulgar, but only lasted a moment. I stormed off to find Alice, calmly sitting at the bar, chatting up one of our classmates, Jessica. "Let's go, Alice."
They both turned around, startled to hear the rage in my voice, and Alice gasped, when Edward grabbed me by my arm. "What the fuck, Bella?!" Edward has never used such a word, in my presence. I was shocked, appalled, and still horny. *lesigh*
He spun me around by my forearm, roughly pressing me against the bar. There was an intense hunger dwelling within his dark green eyes. I longed to run my fingers through his hair.
It was impossible to remain furious at him when he was standing so close. I needed a "no dazzle" zone.
"Edward, calm down." Alice tried to soothe him, but he was too far gone; I'd never seen Edward angry before. Certainly never at me.
"What. The. Fuck. Was. That?" He poked my chest with every word; I would have a bruise in the morning. He ordered a glass of Gin.
"How is it any business of yours?" I roared, grabbing the mostly empty glass from his hands and draining it. It burned on the way down, and I wondered how he was able to consume it without sputtering. The haze returned, settling on my brain with a vengeance.
"Any business of mine?" He roared, grabbing both my upper arms with his hands. I felt as if he were about to give me a good shake, and the thought of it spurred me forward.
"What I do behind closed doors does not concern you, Edward Cullen!" I spat back, beginning to head for the door.
"Closed door my ass, Bella. You're in a club with hundreds of people, clamoring all over Mike Newton, for Christ's sake!" I thought I saw him heave. His green eyes had nearly gone black, with fury. His pupils were dilated to the size of saucers.
"Why do you care so fucking much, asshole?!" I threw a bowl of nuts at him, and huffed in disgust.
"Because the idea of you with anyone else disgusts me, Bella!" Silence reigned amongst our circle of friends. My brother stopped breathing. And with that, he turned on his heel and headed towards the exit.
Alice and Jessica stared at me wide-eyed, not sure whether to celebrate or order another round. I settled for another round, and went with a margarita. Strawberry. One can never have too many of those.
"Jesus Christ, Bella!" I heard his voice, but I refused to look at him. "You and I are gonna talk about this at home."
The anger boiled within, and I knew I had to do something. I was an adult for Christ's sake. "You know, Emmett, I've had sex before!" I howled at the top of my lungs, people near us turning around to stare, and I watched him shrink back in horror. "Many times! You can't baby me forever... And you tell that douchebag best friend of yours the same thing, too. I don't want to see either one of you tonight." I adjusted my thigh high, which had shifted downwards, beneath my boot. It was when I reattached the lacy garter belt on my thigh that I heard someone's breath catch in their throat. Edward.
Glancing up at him, I winked. "You have a thing for thighs, Cullen?" I purred, as I rested my foot on a chair and straightened my stockings slowly, with purpose; there's a reason why it's called 'liquid courage'.
His answer was a squeak, and a twitching of his fingers. I unbuttoned another button on my top, the sequins dancing in the light, as the black lace of a bra peeked out. Oh, Alice, my cleavage was fabulous this evening... I was intentionally goading him, though where I expected this to go; I had no idea.
I brought my hands to his button down, and released the top three buttons, nestling my fingers in his auburn chest hair. My eyes flicked down, and I noticed him trying to hide a major erection. Smiling wickedly, I ordered another two shots of tequila, and handed one to him.
This was my last shot of the night, and I intended to make him think about things, once and for all.
I grabbed that salt shaker, and knelt on the ground; my hands unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed the undershirt out of the way. I unbuckled his belt buckle, and left it swaying with his movement; was he trembling? I left a trail of kisses from his pectorals to below his navel. I was close enough to smell his arousal, and it heightened my own.
Liking the salt from his muscular abdominals, I kicked back the shot, like a pro, and he helped me up from the ground. He removed the wedge from his teeth himself, and threw it down on the bar, placing one hand on either side of me; I had no escape. Grabbing my shoulders roughly, he pressed his lips to mine, forcing me to comply. His kiss was rough, and not at all what I expected one of his kisses to be. He was always so gentle, so sweet, to me. He never showed me this animalistic side. I ripped the remaining buttons off of his shirt, and they tinkled across the bar.
It registered that Alice ordered another drink, and that she gave it to Emmett.
Edward's hands grazed my waist, his lips never leaving mine.
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