Do you all still love me? Cause I love you all soo much! Yes that is desperation.
Welcome! To all my new readers and reviewers and those of you just lurking about. I am going to try my best to post a lot sooner and faster then I have been.
I have two new beautiful wonderful beta-fish, idealistic4ever and scubabe. Joayla has started pre-reading with wytchwmn75 and Theresa L Cullen, she makes Edward sound British-y. Without them this story would sparkle and shine nearly as much as it does.
Usual disclaimer: SM owns Twilight, the Saga, and judging from the premier, a VERY purple-like dress (I'm trying to be nice). I just shipped Bella to London and made her play with Alleyward (ty bb for that)
I'll see you at the bottom!
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July 8th
BPOV
That dirty scheming evil little… ugh the both of them are going down. I can't believe they'd do this to me. Well, no, I can totally believe they'd do this to me.
I looked over at the person sitting next to me and tried to smile, but I'm sure I only looked constipated.
"Umm, hi," I said.
He tipped his head forward slightly in acknowledgment of my statement. He kept his gaze focused out the window as the car started to move. I looked around me, taking in the black interior of the car, tracing my finger over the wood grain. The only sound I could hear was his steady breathing as the car bounced about the streets of London.
I kept stealing glances at Edward as he sat there staring out the window. I was having a hard time understanding why he was ignoring me now that he had me alone, after he'd spent the past three days calling me non-stop. Bored with looking around, I focused my gaze out the window next to me.
I tried my best to ignore him. I really did.
I couldn't help glancing over at him, though. Without the barrier of alcohol, I realized how beautiful he truly was. No mortal man should have the good fortune to look that… pretty. It simply wasn't fair to the rest of us.
1 hour later…
Now, this is what he should have done from the beginning. He should have just ignored me. If he had, we wouldn't have been in this predicament to begin with. This seemed much more in character for a big Hollywood movie star.
30 minutes later…
He had started to tap his knuckle on the window.
Tap… tap… tap…
It was driving me insane. I wanted to grab his hand. He still hadn't said a word to me. Not that I was really expecting him to say anything by this point. After several hours in an enclosed space with another human and absolutely no interaction, you learn not to expect much in the form of communication.
I sighed. He tapped louder.
I coughed. He tapped faster.
If he didn't stop tapping, I was going to rip those lovely fingers from his body. Those lovely, long fingers. I shivered at the reminder how they felt three nights ago. Twice.
The tapping stopped, and I looked over at Edward. He was staring at me with wide open eyes. He cleared his throat, shook his head and turned back towards the window. And resumed his tapping.
Tap...
Tap...
Tap...
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "Enough with the fucking tapping! Tap, tap, mother-fucking-tap! I get it Edward you don't want to talk to me, you don't want to be here. I get it. But isn't there a quieter way of not talking to me?"
His head swung back around to face me and his mouth had dropped open.
"Excuse me, Mr. Driver-guy, can you pull over here. I need to get out," I said leaning forward talking to the driver.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I retorted.
"Fine, let me re-phrase that. Why are you doing it?"
"Why do you think?"
"If I knew I wouldn't be asking, now would I?"
"I don't know, you tell me why you'd be asking."
"You have to be one of the most exasperating women I have ever spoken to!"
"At least I'm talking and not signaling in Morse code!" I shot back.
"Oh that's rich coming from you."
"And just what is that supposed mean?"
"If I had known all it would take to get you to talk to me was some tapping, I would have done it three days ago."
I opened my mouth ready to launch back, but realized I had nothing to say. I huffed and sat back in my seat when the driver made no move to stop. Edward was looking at me all triumphantly.
"Fine, okay, I'm sorry. But really what was I supposed to do?" I asked him.
"You could have answered your mobile. I could have told you I had a plan. We could have talked this out." He was tugging on his hair, and I had the sudden urge to reach forward and run my fingers through it.
"But you don't get it Edward. I don't do pictures. I'm not that girl in the magazines. That's not me. And now people know what I look like in a very compromising position. And then I talk to Alice and she says there's a video. I'm not even famous and I have a sex tape. That's not supposed to happen. My name isn't Paris Hilton. I have no need or want to be famous because of who I'm screwing or not screwing. And then all Alice can tell me is that you 'have your people on it,' whatever the hell that means. Can these people stop my parents from seeing it? Can they stop my friends from seeing it? Can they help me keep my job? Because I guarantee you that Lauren will do whatever she can to make sure I get fired over this. And then what am I supposed to do? Who's going to hire me now? Oh, God, I'm going to turn into Paris Hilton aren't I?"
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, so I turned away from him. I hated feeling helpless and having no control. Damnit. Now I was going to cry. I detest crying. I loathe letting people see or hear me cry, and here I was about to do so in front of Edward Cullen.
I took a deep breath, then another, and a third, just for good measure. I could feel the tears retreating, which was good. This was not something that deserved tears, angry or otherwise.
"Bella?" he asked softly.
"Yeah?"
"If it helps, I'm sorry." I could feel him looking at me.
I took a sneak peek at him out of the corner of my eye, and sure enough, he was looking at me, like I thought. And he looked like someone had just kicked his puppy. Now I felt like shit for making him feel like shit, and I wasn't even trying to make him feel like shit. Logically I knew it was just as much my fault as it was his, although if he weren't so famous no one would be even half as interested in who he was boning.
"No, it's okay," I said looking over at him. "I mean it's not like I shouldn't have expected something like this. You can't exactly get bent over by Edward Cullen and expect no repercussions."
He winced. I shrugged.
"All I mean is you don't have to be sorry. You didn't plan this so there's nothing to be sorry for. Unless you did plan this, and then I will have your balls. I will hang them from my rear view mirror after I dip them in glitter so they sparkle."
He was cupping his balls. I narrowed my eyes.
"You didn't plan this, did you?" I asked.
"What? No! Of course I didn't. Like I want a sex tape out there?" he asked. "I have family as well, and friends. While my job may not suffer, my life as I know it will probably come to a grinding halt."
He had a point. So, okay, this wasn't all about me, but it'd be so much easier if it were.
"Well this sucks. I suppose I can always go stay with Mike if I lose my job," I said wondering out loud. Mike was definitely the best option. I didn't want to intrude on Ang and Ben and their little love nest, not to mention the sounds. I was still traumatized from the last time I stayed over after a girl's night out.
"Who in the bloody hell is Mike?" His tone was fierce but not as fierce as his expression.
I couldn't help the smile that threatened to spill over my lips. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes, I'd like to know. That's why I'm asking. Who. Is. Mike?" he asked, enunciating every word.
I couldn't hold back my smile anymore so I turned to look out the window and shrugged. "Oh, you know, Mike is just a really good friend."
I heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl. Did Edward Cullen just growl? I decided I needed to find out if that was coming from him or if there was some wild animal hiding in the car with us.
"God, Mike and I are like this," I said crossing my fingers and holding them up to him. I heard the growling sound again.
"Mike has this way of touching me... just so. You know what I mean?" I asked as I turned to look at him. I had to bite my bottom lip to stop from laughing, but when I caught the dark look in his eyes, I was biting my lip for an entirely different reason.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
My panties just went poof. His eyebrows were drawn together, his nostrils flared, and he was breathing heavily. I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to push him just a little bit further, but the sane part of me was screaming "Don't do it," while flailing its arms and jumping up and down. It's a good thing the crazy part of me is much bigger and louder.
"Mike and I," I began. My voice sounded incredibly breathy, but I couldn't help it, he was still looking at me that way. Then I heard it, he was growling. Was he jealous?
"Mike and you? Go on, I'm interested in knowing just what Mike is to you."
I looked down, purposely and then back up at him from under my lashes. Something told me the next words out of my mouth were either going to have disastrous consequences, or Honey was going to end up incredibly happy.
"We're very close. He knows things about me that no other man could ever dream of knowing." Just as the last words left my mouth, his hand wrapped around my arm and I was hauled across the leather seats. My chest was pressed up against his. I tried to wiggle away but the more I struggled, the tighter his grip got.
"From this point forward I will be the only man who knows anything about you," he said. I wanted to be upset that he was essentially telling me what to do. I kept waiting for my inner feminist to come out of me kicking and screaming and start lecturing him about women's rights but she never came.
I hadn't even noticed his face getting closer to mine until his lips were hovering just above mine. "You are mine."
I whimpered and didn't even have a chance to nod before he was kissing me. His taste was perfect. It wasn't masked by wine and chocolate this time. This was Edward, undiluted. If he kept this up, I'm pretty sure I'd be whatever he wanted me to be.
This kiss was nothing like the first. This was bruising and borderline violent. His tongue launched an all out assault on mine, which I gladly met. His hand slid down my back and grabbed my ass pulling me closer to him until I was straddling his lap. Within seconds, we were rubbing up against each other, his hands helping to guide my movements. When his lips left mine I was almost embarrassed by how loud my moan was. I only prayed that if there was a divider in this car that the driver or Edward or someone had put it up by now. Enough people had seen me make a fool out of myself for a lifetime.
He bit the delicate skin at the juncture of my neck and there was no stopping the shiver that ran down my back.
"Mine," he whispered against my ear.
"Yours," I said back as I shifted forward roughly against him.
He grunted and I felt one of his hands sliding down the back of my jeans. I moaned and his lips met mine again. I didn't care that we were in a moving vehicle with another person about two feet away from us. I didn't even care that someone might be able to see into the car. I wanted him right now, in any way I could get him, consequences be damned.
I felt his hard-on rubbing in just the right place and started grinding against him harder. Before I knew it, I felt his other hand working the button on my jeans, and the tip of his fingers sliding into my panties. Well he certainly doesn't waste any time.
I had to break apart from his kiss when his fingers brushed up against my clit.
"Unngghh..." I moaned, as he applied more pressure.
My hips were moving back and forth desperately, I wanted more. He pushed me back and I lifted up just enough for him to maneuver his hand further into my panties. Somehow he had managed to Houdini his hand into position and my breath stuttered when he slowly teased me by pushing his finger in every so slightly and retreating, and then repeating the process. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face closer to mine, only instead of kissing me he tipped his head to the side and started working his way up my neck until he managed to reach my ear.
"My beautiful Bella," he whispered softly. His words a distinct contrast to his actions, as he thrust two fingers into me.
I moaned ridiculously loud for the small space we were in and threw my head back. Later I would remember that the driver had thoughtfully put up the divider, so even though he could probably hear me at least he couldn't see me.
I lifted my head to look at Edward, his pupils were dilated and he was biting his bottom lip as he looked at me. His grip on my ass tightened. I knew there was a constant stream of moans leaving my mouth, but I couldn't help it.
Desperate to hear him I started to work on his pants, I popped open the button and quickly managed to work the zipper down. The majority of his cock sprang out to greet me, and I had to wonder if the man ever wore underwear. I licked my palm and gripped his length. I began to stroke him, trying desperately to match his rhythm as he moved his fingers in me.
I watched in satisfaction as his head dropped back against the back of the seat and his eyes closed in pleasure. When his fingers stopped moving, I couldn't help the whine that came out of my mouth when his movements stopped, so I stopped my own movements.
His eyes flew open, "You stopped."
I ran the just the tips of my fingers up his cock and circled the tip softly. "So did you."
His eyes kind of glazed over and he titled his head to the side. I tried not to laugh because he reminded me of my dog, Olivia, when she heard a noise she didn't understand.
"Edward," I implored, "please." I shifted my hips against him and gasped as I felt his fingers slip in just a little bit more.
"Fuck, Bella, I'm sorry," he said as he shifted slightly.
The slight adjustment allowed for more movement. He twisted his fingers and I felt my thighs turn to jell-o as they shook. Just one little move and twist and I was perched on the edge of orgasm. I made a mental note to ask him to show me that move for when I was alone. Actually, he should probably start teaching other men that move. It'd be a public service, but he should totally charge for it. I'd pay just to go and watch him. Well as long as he was only practicing on me, no skanky hos for him.
I gripped his shoulders and he started moving his fingers faster, harder. Once again, he had found that super secret place and if he kept it up everyone on the road would know what we were up to in the back seat of this car.
His pace didn't let up and he kept pushing me, until I was teetering on the very edge. Just one… more… push. I screamed and buried my face in the crook of his neck as I rode out the final waves of ecstasy.
When I finally was able to process a full thought, I remembered he was still hard and waiting. Before I had the chance to repay the favor, he was pushing me back against the seat until I was laying down next to him. It was awkward, not at all comfortable, and I had the sudden urge to laugh as I watched his cock bounce up and down with his movements. But then he pushed my jeans and panties down until they were wrapped around my knees. Then he grabbed my legs and put them up on his shoulders. He quickly lost my shoes and tugged my jeans off the rest of the way. In this position- him on his knees, looming over me, my legs still on his shoulder, I became very aware of just how well our bodies were lined up together.
He leaned down until we were face to face, bending my legs back. His dick pressed against me in all the right places. He kissed me and I lifted my hips up against him desperate for friction. When he pressed down against me, we both moaned. I wanted him in me, now. Instead he just started grinding, his entire length sliding up and down, I felt like a leaky faucet I was so wet.
"I want you so much," he grunted on an up stroke.
"Please," I moaned in response.
He pulled back and positioned himself; my sane self meekly stood up and spoke, "Condom."
He nodded and reached into his back pocket.
In no time at all he was wrapped and back to his original position. He took his time and the anticipation was killing me. I was just reaching down to grab his ass and lift my hips up when the door flew open.
I screamed.
"Where is my Eddie?" I heard a woman's voice ask.
What the hell?
I looked up at Edward and his eyes were clenched close, I could feel his erection losing steam. Oh fuck, my ankles were still wrapped around my ears. I squirmed a bit. Trying to get free and he groaned, his jaw falling open and he hardened against me again. I bit back the moan that was trying to break free at the renewed contact and ceased all movement.
"Edward where are we? Who is that girl? Do you have a girlfriend? Because I swear if you do, I will have your balls anyways. I can't believe you'd cheat on her with me." I was starting to babble again and was almost thankful when his hand covered my mouth.
"Alright Edward." I heard the mystery woman talk again. "Oh, for fucks sake." And the door slammed shut.
I took a breath and suddenly the door opened again. "What a fucking welcome! Cover that shit up. I haven't seen your arse since we were four and sharing a bath. I'd like to keep it that way please."
The door slammed shut again. Now I was even more confused. Who was this, and why the hell were they sharing a bathtub. The door opened once more
"I'm going to shut this fucking door, and when I open it you better have your trousers back on and that poor girl's feet back on the floor," she said right before the door slammed shut, yet again.
"Edward, who the hell was that?"
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Oh I wonder who it is! (Well I know but if you guess right I'll tell you when I respond to your review.)
Do you all hate me for taking so long? Are spanks in order? I promise you I am 1500 into the next chapter and I AM finishing it this weekend! Look I'm so productive. (Also I'm not above offering teasers when you review, for sticking with me)
This probably would have been out sooner but I was doing research for the story, i.e. watching the Eclipse premier and fangirling over Rob. Seriously though! How can so many hot men with hot accents be in the same place at the same time and the world still be intact? My legs were not happy that I kept them together and my ovaries were plotting their escape.
Please let me know what you think, I'd love any thoughts or comments. Or we can just discuss how my new job will be doing anything on the set of BD as long as I'm around all those fuck-hawt men.
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