Chapter 13 Hey Diddle Diddle

A/N: Twilight belongs to SM!

The dresses seemed to be a toss up, and that's just fine by me – I love all three specifically for the girl that's wearing it.

So, here we are - we've arrived. You've all been so faithful and patient. I think maybe we should have a party in your honor … so, I dedicate this to You! (Please prepare yourself as the meaning behind this stories M begins with this update.)

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

BPOV

I was trying not to eagle eye the door. Not that I could really see it through the ass-to-dick grind fest spilling over the florescent floor and into the entryway. Fine, I was attempting not to look like I had hawk eye and was failing miserably.

I'd been craning my neck, teetering on my tippy toes and slowly absorbing the accelerating pandemonium of my surroundings for an hour and a half. Is it seriously eleven-thirty?

If I'd thought I knew what it meant to throw a party, Fremont society was the continual bitch slap I needed to find reality. In every corner of our underwater themed sitting room the music, alcohol and guys were slowly being pounded harder and stronger as the night progressed.

It had become every woman for herself. Apparently our "Water Boys Kick Ass" ceiling hanging should have read, "Get 'em, Grab 'em and Fuck 'em." That certainly seemed to be the actual motivation behind these festivities.

But surprisingly, it wasn't the worst way to spend an evening.

Rooney, Boys Like Girls and Death Cab had started out the night as people began to arrive. Ninety minutes later, I felt at the center of an amnesiatic Top 40 radio station. Is it 1994, perhaps 2005, no no of course … it must be 1999 again. It is a party after all.

We'd sloshed through a string of one lost dance tune after another, meeting up with Christina when she was Dirrty and Britney being a Slave just for me. It was a sexual parade with every girl not using her hand for the choice wave.

Rihanna brought on this crazy ass femme line-dance that had every girl throwing around imaginary umbrellas and bending over, head to floor. No knee bend necessary. How they could simultaneously shake tit and ass, drop it, stomp it, flaunt it – I would never be coordinated enough for all that.

Back to different partners now, as Usher and will. encouraged the guys to 'wanna know who you are,' short skirts were made minuscule by probing fingers, spread legs and upward thrusting. I wouldn't have been surprised if every other pair of panties was pushed aside to accommodate the unzipped sycophant attached from behind.

It was all sort of making me hot. Where the hell if Edward?

Fuck this, my name is Bella and I need a drink.

Normally I'd be unintentionally distracting myself by fidgeting with a sleeve or some sort of frilly edge or even my school necktie, however, my current outfit didn't adequately provide for intolerable waiting games such as this. But the dress was actually rather comfortable in that "sure my breasts are on display but I'm not chafing" kind of way.

The heals, however, plunged me into the sky. Resting on four inches of stick did not encourage balance but rather laughed at me from below as I dared to move forward.

And of course there wasn't a straight line to the bar so I pressed and shuffled my way through the crowd. And that was a hand on my ass. Awesome.

On top of watching for Edward, I'd kept one eye on Angela the entire night. She'd been making the rounds - guys to dance with, using Jessica and Lauren to get guys' attention with. She was rather boring actually. And I am way too jacked up to focus on boring booty call hoes even if I am the fledgling in the Edward game. It wouldn't be her he wanted anyway, it would be the sex. That much I was sure of.

What was the opposite of dull, however, was Alice and Jasper. Someone may have super glued them together, but I was more inclined to think there was something finally brewing there. God, about damn time, Jas. He'd only been crazy about her forever. What is it with guys? Sissies – all of 'em.

Back on task I tried to determine what I wanted to drink. Like I really need a pick me up. And I didn't. I was practically vibrating to the musical, hormonal hum in sheer anticipation. But I'd yet to have anything but water and a little pasta - because I wouldn't be a dumb shit and sip anything on an empty stomach. Beer sounds wretched, bleh. I was straining to come up with a name for something really fruity.

"She'll have a Blue Knickers." The breath from the open mouthed voice was hot on my neck.

It was very familiar. Thank god.

My whole body was an instant puddle of relief - all except for my lips. They were fighting to break free a most embarrassingly toothy grin that would no doubt be illuminated by the glowing floor. You are too eager and scary. And hopeful. I needed him to come through for me.

Yeah, like by staying the fuck out of my bedroom with Angela. Well, any bedroom.

Ben's previously kind attentions turned Hulk-like, and through clenched teeth he responded, "I'm not sure I've heard of that one, Edward." The name was definitely delivered with a growl.

"Here, allow me."

Edward proceeded to step in front of Ben, thoroughly dismissing him, and quickly shook together my drink's ingredients.

"Did you just get here?" I attempted to sound nonchalant.

"You mean you haven't been looking for me?" His words held mock hurt and sarcasm, but his eyes were warm. We were surrounded by all of Fremont's elite, so if I didn't play this right the cat would be out of the bag. I can read the rag headlines now 'King Sticks Swan.'

But Edward was standing right in front of me and I had been waiting all night for a moment just like this.

"I knew you couldn't stay away for long. It was only a matter of time." My tones were muted and my gestures slight, but I couldn't keep my eyes from dancing as I took in his tousled hair, fitted gray dress shirt and narrow black slacks. His clothes rested so closely to his body that as I blinked, zeroing in on his hair, a concoction of pre-coital images burst forth. 'Just got you naked, now I gonna have you' images. Mmmm.

"You have no idea how true that is." Edward's smile was crooked, playful and truly mouthwatering. Swallow, now. Do not drool. I suddenly had to resort to short, easily understood commands so my brain could quickly follow and keep me from acting the fool.

His strong hands grasped the whipped cream can, as it foamed a hefty layer stacking higher than the glass rim. I pawed his hand as I took the colorful potion and swiped my tongue across the excess before it dripped further down the side. I'm sure his eyes just dilated.

"It looks like I'm going to the beach." The drink glass was tall, with a straw protruding out of the blue liquid, which smelled delicious and pineappley.

"Am I invited?" What?

I whipped around to find unfamiliar eyes probing mine, waiting for my response to a question that wasn't his to ask. And then it clicked. This is that guy James from Monday's practice. It felt like an intrusion, but we weren't in the dark concert hall, we were in the middle of a raucous party.

I took a long drag from my straw, filling my mouth with liquid courage. Impaired inhibition might just get me another kiss. And not from James.

"Actually, only me and my drink are invited. Just a simple little trip for two." I was drippy and condescending as I shoved the blatant message in his face.

His eyes were raking over my "comfortable" dress and, I'm sure, mentally detailing all that was housed beneath. My snip did not seem to deter him even as his eyes finally lifted from my short hem to Edward.

"What up, man? You know, Angela's been looking everywhere for you. Getting rather impatient I'd say, you know how she gets when – oh, hey Ben, I didn't see you there." Ben had been peeking out from the other side of the bar set up, waiting to reclaim his post.

I felt awkward and I wasn't even really involved. But I was alert. Angela, huh?

"I need a minute. Excuse me guys." I just wanted to breath before launching into some jealous tirade that would be mortifying, so I clomped my way into the mass of people and was out of sight in seconds. But when I found a seat, on the far side of the room, there was only one question tearing a hole through my mind as I stabilized myself with gulps of air.

If Edward could have someone right, this second, why would he bother working so hard for just another kiss from me?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

EmPOV

"Emmeettt," -Enough with the whining, girl- "Where is that sexy, late ass brother of yours?"

Oh, Angela. She was, in a visual nutshell, what string free, casual hookups had in mind when they were invented at the beginning of time. Medium height, thin figure, moderate beauty and a huge fucking mouth. What came out of said mouth, however, was shitty annoyance that made a guy instinctively reach for the nonexistent mute button. She'd obviously had some augmentation done over the summer break, so at least she was stacked.

Silicone was fucking sweet to look at, but not so much with the touching. Who enjoys manhandling rocks? Not I. I'll leave that to Edward. Poor fuck hates falsies more than me.

And really by this point in my thought process I was really just blatantly starring at her boobies. Bitch couldn't careless, though, seeing as she'd downed the bar in anticipation for her break up fuck.

"Haven't seen him yet, sorry. I'll tell Edward you're looking if I run into him."

She'd checked out somewhere around "sorry," I was pretty sure, and was now hanging off my arm.

"Dance with me Emmett, I love this song."

I didn't even know this song, but what the hell; my other partner had walked away at the advances of this tart so it wasn't like I had a reason to say no.

"Sure baby, come on."

I had to give the girl credit; the moment we found our rhythm she was grinding up on my junk just right and arching her back a little more with each "just dance." I bent my head into her shoulder and just enjoyed myself.

That lasted about thirty seconds, and then I felt a finger stabbing at my shoulder. Said hand yanked me around and I faltered my grip on Angela, sending her stumbling backwards without a dick to absorb the impact of her ass gyration.

"Is there a problem, Rosalie?" Her eyes were narrow and her mouth hung slightly open. With a toss of her elbow length blond hair, she wound my hands around her body and folded herself into me.

"I didn't have a dance partner." All matter fact, like a duh could be attached to the end.

I let out a bark. "So, you thought you'd just come find me?" Domineering, fucking perfect woman.

"I was watching you and then I wanted to be dancing with you." Her whispers were muffled from under my chin where she was swirling that experienced tongue around my Adam's apple. I'm game.

I spread her legs with my knee and slid my fingers underneath the edge of her sparkly, clingy dress. The skin my fingers came in contact with was the silkiest I'd ever touched. From experience, I knew it was the unexposed skin that was a girl's most delicate, and I couldn't help but consider what that meant for any of this seductress's skin that was less exposed than her legs.

"You host a great party. It was great of you and Alice to put this on for us." If I could keep up light conversation, I might have a chance of standing up straight and walking away from this dance. But the juncture point at which my thigh connected between her legs left nothing to question. I can feel her wetness straight through my dress pants. But the more important point - Is she even wearing underwear? I was dying to venture and find out.

"My pleasure." The willingness in her voice made my hair stand on end.

"Will you be there tomorrow, cheering me on?" I figured with the party and all it was a safe bet, but I didn't want to be left wondering and then disappointed if she didn't show.

"I'd never miss you in a wet Speedo, Em." Em? Hell, why does that sound so hot coming from her. Like, personal and intimate.

I buried my face in her hair then, rubbing circles up and down her back and arms. The incessant dance song had turned into something slow. But this was no county school prom, and I was raging harder by the second, so I grasped her hair at the scalp, pulling back slightly to find her lips and cover them with my own.

One, two, three beats later and my tongue was deep inside her, slow and deliberate and methodical. This was all I got on this dance floor - her wetness on my leg and a proper mouth fuck. The clawing at my back drove my hand down to her ass as I reared my thigh higher, creating friction.

The music was pulsing all around us, as was her center on my leg. And in the cover of the distracted hormonals surrounding us, I thought I'd push my margins and brought my thumb around to let it seek out our connection point.

FUCK.

No, she was indeed not wearing underwear, so instead of cotton or satin or lace my thumb directly hit clit. A swollen, moist bud straight out of my utmost fantasy. Dude, This is so much fucking better then that imaginary shit. You are in public, fucking completely surrounded, getting Rosalie Hale to moan and throw her head back and grind into you.

Hells yes.

"Mmm, Emmett." Oh my fuck. Her whispers were going straight to my dick.

"You like that." I was planting open mouth kisses along her jaw and neck, one hand still pulling her hair.

I was lost in all that was Rosalie as her head fell forward to my chest and the sent of her hair, skin and arousal intoxicated me.

"Emmett, I still can't find Edward." You have got to be kidding me. I could only tilt my head to the side.

"Angela, I haven't moved. So, obviously I haven't seen him either." Rose was clutching my shoulder now as she guided her own subtle rocking, up and down my thigh, and my thumb forged, carefully ahead giving her just enough. How the hell do you not see that I am busy?

But truly, Angela was oblivious. Drunk crazy, sex starved girl.

"Can you help me find him?" Obviously, Jessica and Lauren could see how full my hands were at the moment as they were attempting to pull Angela in the other direction. But it was too late.

"Angela … walk-the-fuck-away … now." Rose's voice was throaty and sinister, and she only paused to stifle a whimper. She's so close. I cannot believe she hasn't stopped this. I mean, we are in the middle of everyone.

But, really, one look around told me that those surrounding us were just as hammered as Angela, not to mention involved in their own trysts - vertical, horizontal and otherwise.

A flash of bronze penetrated my distraction. The sight of my absentee wing-man had never looked better.

"Edward's by the bar." Rosalie was hanging on for dear life now. It was on.

And just as Angela walked away, Rose began humming from deep within her throat right next to my ear as this wet hump of sorts ignited her fall. At her next words I completely lost my shit.

"I wish you were inside me." That makes two.

Her lips were pressed to my ear as she gave me all her noises and heavy pants. ""Oh god, mmmm."

And as her hums resounded inside me I remembered just how long I'd wanted to show her, thoroughly, how fucking unforgettable I could make her feel. This is just a taste, baby.

I guess I wouldn't have to wait much longer before giving her the full show. Ready or not, Rosie, here I come.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

JPOV

Every pressure point on my body could feel Alice. She was in my hands, on my chest, around my waist, between my legs, lips, ass … heart. She was everywhere. And I did not want to disconnect.

Bella had just brushed by us, though, with a major drink and wobbly steps. Maybe she was drunk, maybe it was her ridiculous shoes, neither mattered, because it was the crumpling of her shoulders and the harassing of her bottom lip, alone in the corner that convinced me. I was all she had, so I would be her pick-me-up.

"Ali, do you want to make your rounds now? I thought I'd go perk Bella up." I'd waited until she wasn't pressing or kissing quite so much so it wouldn't feel like a brush off.

She followed my eye line towards a lethargic looking G. "Oh, do you need my help? I'm a very positive person; people say that it's highly contagious." Her eyelashes were batting as they framed her convincing eyes. Her smile is incredible.

I laughed, leaning into her tiny frame, "Don't I know it? Sunny and productive." I said indicating our surroundings, "You're like my own Marry Poppins."

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" Her eyebrow irking upwards as she questioned, only making me laugh more.

"Hell yes, you have a bag you can pull anything out of. Now that is convenient." Wagging my own eyebrows in suggestion, I went in for a kiss that moved down her neck to nuzzle her in farewell. "I'll find you soon."

It had only been three days since Alice had introduced me to her world and shown me, in detail, how much I had to learn about her. Her dorm room itself was an eclectic masterpiece. I obviously knew she was artistic, but could never have imagined that the landscape and organic murals, which advanced on the scope of her wall space, could have come from her hands, her imagination. Perhaps a cross between a Warhol and Derain type painter, who could be hired by very rich girls to plaster their room with earthy luxury, may have been a more obvious guess. But what ridiculous girl from Fremont would even think of that. And I didn't think this kind of talent would advertise in Elle. She'll turn the world upside down. I bet she'd like that perspective anyway.

Truly, what I'd absorbed Tuesday night was like Beethoven, Yellow Book slash Composition. Not the passion of the most petite thing I'd ever had my hands on. But, there was more brewing in Alice's miniature pinkie than in the sum of entire people groups. Everyone was without. Alice's had it all.

And that had been it. Just stretching out on her bed, letting her chatter on about her muse and inspiration for each aspect of the wall covering expanses. And when we'd grown tired, she pulled off our shoes and rested her head on my chest. And that was enough.

With the party planning and practice, our time had been limited, but I wanted to legitimize my relationship with Ali post haste. I wanted it to be us. Officially. Together.

But she deserved more than a half ass attempt squeezed between pool time and dinner. So, that meant figuring out something romantic. And I would, as soon as we won the match tomorrow and resumed a regular practice schedule. My undivided attention.

Kind of a ridiculous idea to be promising in my thoughts as I left Alice's side for Bella's, but it was Bella. And right now my best girl of forever looked low.

"Hey Sad Lady, why all frowny?"

"Well, my glass is empty for one." She spun her wrist and empty glass emphasizing her point. "And two, I'm tired of analyzing every little detail. I cannot possibly do any better than I am. My mind can only handle so much and pair that with my raging … you know, I'm just tired." She forced a half smile, diffusing the stressed energy of her impromptu rant, as I stared trying to interpret her words.

"What is up with you?" Only Bella spends a party thinking about self-improvement.

"I'm pretty sure I just answered that. New question - no wait, I have one for you. What the hell are you doing over here when you could be over there with the short pink dress and the groping embraces?"

I knew she meant Alice, who was wearing the brightest pink dress imaginable – and damn short – and I also knew she was trying to sidetrack me with lusty thoughts.

"Seriously, G, I think you should let loose a little. I won't let you go crazy, but you look like you could seriously use a break from yourself."

"That I could, my dear Jasper, that-I-could." She poked my forehead with her index finger at the end there to really drive home the fact that I was right and she was tipsy.

"One more drink?" With this she threw her arms around my neck.

"Lead me to my watering trough." I like drunken Bella. But this would be her last drink. Girl was a major lightweight.

I half dragged, half tripped Bella over to Ben and he loaded her up with "another blue one" as she put it. Glass in hand, part two of "help Bella find fun" needed to be put into action.

"How about a little dancing? You've probably been avoiding the floor all night."

"I'm wearing deathtraps. Damn straight I've been avoiding the floor. I can't walk stably barefoot." She was leaning slightly too far over and punched the end of her sentence with a stumble. I laughed. Only her.

"Oh, but the Bella I know sure can dance barefoot." My wicked grin sprang into place as many Bella-esk memories swarmed my mind.

"What are you talking about? If I can resist the urge to shake my thing to a Brit reunion special I think I'd say I could resist anything."

"Anything?" Take the bait .. take it.

"Yeah, Jas. Anything, I'm good with my blue. Thanks."

"Okay, just sec." I stepped over to the DJ, slipped him a hundred and requested the moneymaker.

Bella, I think it's time you show Fremont who's who here.

"So, you're saying, nothing could get you to dance and let go a little bit right now, really, you expect me to believe that?"

Her eyes narrowed and hip jutted out almost disastrously.

"Fuck Jasper, yes. I am a horrible dancer. Nothing will change my mind."

"What if M5 came on and requested a 'Little of Your Time' you'd be able to refuse that?" My fucking grin ate up my whole face 'cause she was owned and had to know it.

Gold. My indie loving BFF would never admit to her hard-core crush romance with Maroon 5 even if I, say, threatened to light her on fire. But avoid dancing once the music started pumping? No freaking way.

"What did you do?" She was pissed/smiling/eyes alight. G, loves herself some M5.

"I did you a favor." And like I wrote this shit for a movie her song came streaming from every speaker.

Her glass was empty again and the Vodka was obviously hitting her system – or breaking it down – because the moment the F#, F hit their repeat she was slipping off her shoes and rolling her hips back following the motion of her head and neck, hair trailing behind. Shit all she needs is a wind machine and she'd be aces.

And my snarky, unique, rockers Bella was gone. Grinding sexpot was out to play. She just has no idea what she's doing.

Oh, her moves weren't like the choreographed steps every girl learned, they were pure free style, all instinct. But not only did she not know how fantastic she truly was at moving like that but her eyes were closed, so she was completely missing the reaction of every male within ten feet.

Lovers, covers, ride, sly; with each additional suggestive word another guy would approach only to have her wave them off pushing that ass farther out and fingers digging deeper into her hair.

I could count on one-hand instances like this and it made me more proud with every one. Bella was just full of surprises. It only took proper knowledge, a little baiting and, like tonight, a couple glasses of "blue."

Just a few more song plants to extend this moment of carefree wild, I thought, as I headed back over to the mouth of music, roll of bills in one hand, fucking smug back pat occupying the other.

"Jasper, what has gotten into Bella? And him … oh my god, oh my god … it all makes sense now. Oh my god."

And I was so motherfucking clueless as I turned around and found Bella no longer swatting but bending over, ass popped for Edward fucking Cullen. What the hell? Wait?

"What did you mean Alice, 'It all makes sense now'?" I felt panicky, like I should know the answer to this already but all my mind could shoot were blanks.

"Don't you see, that's why Edward's been acting all strange and Bella ignored you. He wasn't adjusting from London and she wasn't freaking over the rumor. God, Jas, I've never see him look at anyone like that." Her surprise was my fury.

The douche was looking at her in a peculiar way, like … like she was his.

Hell fucking no. I would not let him crush her.

Not her.

I rushed through the crowd that was half dancing, half watching the center stage spectacle that was Bella and Edward, and I tried to pull him off her to give him the 'fuck off' square in the eye.

But, before I could utter one warning, out of nowhere flew Angela, of all people, screaming her fucking lungs out.

"I dumped him for you and you dance with her, that trash. That filthy whore who's fucking her cousin and doesn't even try to hide it. Yeah, that's right Bella we all know your perverse little secret. Incest swarming cunt. You're over. Now get your hands off what is mine."

My jaw was permanently disconnected from my face and was now rolling around on the ground, at the dead bitch's feet.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

EPOV

I so desperately hadn't wanted her to walk away, but what with James being his smarmy self and all that Angela talk I didn't blame her. I was pretty sure news about Angela and my history had circulated to her, there wasn't a way to miss it. Who I was fucking, or about to fuck, or had just finished with was always the highest rung on the gossip chain.

But I wasn't going to fuck Angela. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.

It had just been so long, in a painful, all consuming way. And with Bella's ability to spark me from a mile away I'd pretty much spent this entire week fighting blue balls. I guess I could resort to helping myself, but seriously, I don't think I'd had stooped to that since I was maybe twelve. Not solo anyway.

And, Ang was good sex. She used to be my favorite. Realistically, she still was, since I hadn't shared more than a kiss – and your fucking soul – with Bella.

But right now, the only thing that was appealing about the idea of Angela was the release I was guaranteed.

I only wanted Bella, though.

I wasn't going to fuck anyone else. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.

You are such an asshole. You said you'd prove it to her. Now your talking yourself down from a pooty mountain that wasn't yours to climb in the first place.

But sex had never been meaningful to me. I liked Angela best because I always got her when she was raging mad, and horny as hell. Rough, dirty sex and no strings. That was what my actual definition of 'favorite' was.

And if, by some miracle, I didn't screw this thing up with Bella I wouldn't get that for a while.

Resign yourself, dude. She is it. She is your worth it.

Fuck Angela. I was done being stupid.

And then of course my life turned on the irony.

"Ohh, Edward, I've been looking for you all over." The purr was poison and the absolute last thing my restraint could handle right now.

"Angela." I only nodded my greeting as my eyes searched for an exit. I saw a crowded corner and decided to make a break for it before a very drunk Angela could pounce or follow me.

"Have fun." And I darted and slid and … I made it. I hastened a look to the exact spot I'd just fled and, upon seeing the very bewildered girl I left in my dust, I breathed out my relief. Thank god.

Saying a silent prayer for the dark room, disorienting floor and overcrowding I saw a blur of pixy hair and flung out my hands to grab her back before she was able to slip away.

"There is the hosting goddess. Awesome party, Ali. Really, you've truly given yourself something to beat with this one."

"Ahhhhh, Edward. How long have you been here? Do you like the floor? Yeah, next time you're so putting it together – when the party isn't for you, that is. Did you get your teammate gift bag? Bella did a great job with them. Oooooh, I am just so happy you made it. You're looking better."

Parties were Alice's element, just like a museum or Chanel; once inside she just oozed thrill and energy. I think it had something to do with all of her senses being triggered at once. Too much over stimulation.

A lesser friend would ask if she'd been drinking, but I doubted she'd shirked her responsibilities for even one minute to grab a glass, or fork full, of anything.

"Where's Jasper? You may not have seen me, little bit, but I saw you. This here dance floor was seeing a whole lot less dancing than macking going on."

Alice's smile reflected off the florescent floor and blinded me slightly.

"You look happy." And she really did; so content, so electrified.

"I really am, E. God, I am."

"Good. I'm still forming my opinion on the guy though. I'm not sold." It was still a hell no if we were speaking actual truth here. I couldn't stop myself from pinching my nose bridge. This was not the time or place to get a headache.

"You have some time, we're still figuring stuff out."

"Hmm." I didn't know what I thought about that. Is the joker stringing her along? Alice was someone you locked down.

Kind of like Bella?

Yep, exactly like Bella.

You are a fuck up.

At least I was aware.

"Do you want a drink, Alice?" Please save me from my thoughts.

"No, no, I'm going to go find Jasper. He was cheering Bella up, but should be done by now. I'll see you, kay?"

But she was gone before I registered an appropriate response because my eyes were plastered to the bar. There was no longer a dangerous Angela but rather Bella, just standing there looking expectantly towards the DJ table.

That's when I saw Jasper making his way back to her.

I'd wanted to tell her earlier how unfair it was of her to wear such a dress. It was the most blissful torture. Her cleavage was tantalizing and her tiny waste was on full display, making it seem like I could wrap my arms around her twice. She was just my size.

Not to mention, the black against her complexion in combination with the tinted pink blush spreading down her neck and chest was ravishing. As she exchanged some sort of tiff with Jasper she became my solitary sight.

It was only her and me. And she was taking off her shoes, and fuck me her ass swooped out, meandering lower and lower towards the floor as she palmed her side and clenched her hair.

I sure as hell had no idea she could dance like that. And neither did every other fucker who began approaching her. Where are they coming from?

To the relief of my sanity, it seemed she was waving them away, as her moves became bolder and even more relaxed and as quickly as they came the random guys were gone, disappearing into nothingness.

And I couldn't just watch anymore, because it wasn't fair to leave her all alone out there without a partner, in this large, loud empty room.

I came up behind her and she didn't bat me off like the other mystery men, instead she coiled her arm around behind my head and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I liked my Blue Panties drink." Her head was leaning back against my chest now, since she wasn't tall enough - sans heals - to rest her head on my shoulder. I bend down to inhale her fragrance, and my nose was awash with her freesia and coconut and pineapple, the perfect hint of Vodka lingering.

"I'm pretty sure it's called a Blue Knickers." I couldn't help but chuckle and groan simultaneously at her intoxication and grinding ass. She lowered my hands from her waste to her low hips and guided them over her hipbones and upper thighs.

"But, how did you know my panties are blue?" Fuck. Bella in only midnight blue satin panties. Pale skin against deep, sinful blue strips of miniscule fabric. Perky cheeks just peeking out at the bottom. My mind sashayed through vision after vision as I stroked her pelvis in inspiration.

"I was born for that sort of guessing game." My voice was low and husky in her ear as I adjusted my stance so her angle would hit me just so.

"Lucky you. But, not so lucky me, huh?" And my movements faltered slightly, because despite my clouded thinking, I knew this must have been what Bella needed Jasper to cheer her up over.

"I said I'd prove I can be good, Bella. And I will." Please believe me.

"When do I get to prove I can be bad for you, Edward?" Her words were like a piercing white light that rendered me speechless. She didn't wait for my response.

"How about now?" And over she went, bent to a perfect ninety degrees absolutely railing into my already hard dick and just begging me to lay her out right here, on this abandoned party floor, and take it nice and slow just to tease her.

Oh. My. God. Bella. Her voice, the dirty talk, blue panties, the fucking unbelievable pressure …this is pure heaven.

And then the bliss train drove me straight into hell.

First I felt strong hands whip me around: Jasper.

Second, the party came rushing back to me: Fifty shocked faces, staring, judging.

Third, screaming: A horrible nightmare come to life.

"I dumped him for you and you dance with her, that trash. That filthy whore who's fucking her cousin and doesn't even try to hide it. Yeah, that's right Bella we all know your perverse little secret. Incest swarming cunt. You're over. Now get your hands off what is mine."

Angela tried to rip my grip from Bella, but just as Jasper had failed, so did her weak ass attempts.

They all know. Or think they do. And how we were just dancing, in front of everyone, what it looked like, what it was…

There were too many thoughts.

I saw Emmett in my peripherals stifling a sidesplitting roar. What the hell could he honestly have to laugh about right now?

Jasper looked like he was about to rocket right out of his pants. I could actually see him hitting Angela right now. I can almost feel the breeze of his swing. I looked beyond him.

Alice was open mouthed, looking horrified and trying frantically to get the DJ to play another song instead of allowing the horrible silence that had befallen to continue. It didn't seem to be working until Rosalie joined her, hissing once and the music began.

Bella was somewhat limp in my arms as Angela continued her attempts to shove her off.

"Stop." My boom startled me and, it seemed, everyone else. "Get your fucking hands off her."

My mind was so clear, and the crowd around me was of no concern. My brother and friend could handle all this shit themselves because it was their fault anyway. Right now it was only Bella and me.

Bella, who was currently growing redder and more unsure of what to do with every passing moment. And I certainly had no idea what she wanted of me at this exact second, but I knew over all she needed to trust me. She wants to trust me.

"Let's get out of here." It had to be her choice.

"I don't think I can walk." Her voice was only a whisper.

So, I pulled her into my arms and ran.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: Whew. And the party is only the icing my lovelies! I hope you paid attention, though, because I have a question … who's who here? We are all thoroughly aware of who the "dish" is in this tale, but who is everyone else? And please, let me know if you enjoyed the festivities! ~RAE

P.S. The two pieces of art compared to make up Alice's supposed artistic influences can be found on my profile! She sure is her own gal, that Ali!