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I've been looking forward to writing the Rock Band stuff forever and now it's here, I keep getting writer's block...so I'm saving the best ideas for the actual finals in the next chapter. Should be fun.

This is a highly citrus filled chapter. Like four and a half pages in word full of citrus, just to warn you. I guess I got a little distracted...hee,hee. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for the reviews! Songs for this chapter will be on a Rock Band Link. Songs for this chapter start at Three Days Grace.

http:/www. youtube. com/view_play_list?p=B22A1DC2CA0E1519

Thanks to betas extraordinaire Sassenach Wench and Sihaya9

Fly Swatting Shirts and Citrus Flavored Showers

BPOV

With the exception of the impending trial that we were all required to testify for, life had settled down and became pretty darn close to perfect, especially with Sellers behind bars.

Edward had made considerable progress getting everything lined up for the new training facility. He was now actively searching for sites near the Chicago area that would be sufficient for their needs.

My kids in the ID wing had all either been released sometime in February, or were scheduled to be released within the next week or so, pending clean sputum cultures. On top of that, I was beginning to round in other areas of Pediatrics in the afternoons, only having to go spend quality time in the pit during my week of graveyard shifts. Even then, I would slip away on slow nights to check on the kids. It didn't take me very long to discover that my passion really did lie in pediatric medicine.

Rock Band nights had been the shot in the arm that Dooley's really needed. Ever since it was started, business had picked up even beyond what it had been before the economic crisis. The first round of the contest had been completed and now we were down to ten bands.

Going into the first round, we tried to do our best to keep things as fair as possible. We made sure to have a balance of talent every night, making sure to put the Knights on a different night than the Femmes. The popularity of our two groups had become insane. If there was such a thing as Rock Band superstars, we were nearly it.

We provided a week between round one and round two, allowing the bands to come in during the spanning week to practice on stage, getting as comfortable as possible before the beginning the next round. Round two was going to be similar to round one, except it would be two bands randomly chosen from the remaining bands to go head to head each night. The ones with the most votes at the end of the night would go on to the finals that would take place the following Friday.

The boys had won their first round on Monday night, all quite smug at the groupies they had amassed over the course of the last few months.

Any night that the boys played, they had a group of about 40 chicks all wearing screen printed baby tees that said 'KK's Kitties' on the front. Each also had their favorite band member's name on the back.

At first, the girls and I were furious. Then, the more we watched them try their best to gain our boys' attentions and being ignored almost completely, it became less infuriating and more hilarious. They would flaunt around their inflated chests, the thin material of their cheesy little tee shirts straining against them, while our boys eyed us seductively from the stage, hardly noticing the 'kitties' were there at all. Okay, well they were red blooded males, and sometimes they couldn't help but glance, but they all knew where their bread was buttered. The skanks didn't stand a chance in hell.

The whole thing was more than a little ridiculous actually. First of all, who in their right minds would prance around Chicago in any shirt with three capital K's standing out on their chests…talk about begging for a drive by if they wandered into the wrong neighborhood. *(see A/N below if confused) Then, if you add to that, the fact that they chose Kitties...I mean come on, what a sad attempt to blatantly promise loose 'pussy' with such a weak analogy.

At any rate, the hussies would scream and swoon when the boys took the stage, acting like they were the freaking Beetles at the height of their fame in the sixties or something. Things started getting worse when a startling trend of the tiny tee shirts getting shorter and shorter every week began and Alice declared war.

The night of the boys' first round performance, Alice showed up at my apartment with a box of shirts. She rummaged through the cloth inside, tossing one to each of us.

I opened the shirt tossed to me, unable to suppress my laughter. In massive letters across the front of our shirts was written 'Owners of The Kevlar Knights...' and on the back each had a slightly different completion of the statement, but mine said '...anyone caught trespassing on EDWARD will be bitch slapped. Proof of ownership can be found on my left ring finger."

The girls and I howled as Alice ordered us to don the shirts, which were not dissimilar to the ones the girls wore. She took scissors to the necklines and tied the hems up to show a sliver of our midriffs without disturbing the words. Rosalie's shirt was the only one not given this treatment, since hers was a maternity shirt already designed to hang sexily off of one shoulder.

Once the shirts were on and paired with skinny jeans for those of us not carrying a large fetus along our waistline, Alice set about making us over with sexy eyes and hairstyles that displayed our shirts. Once we were all ready to go, we walked to Dooley's in a huddled group, trying to banish the freezing cold with long wool dress coats and body heat.

We arrived strategically late, settling into the back just before our boys took the stage. Peeling off our coats quietly, we settled at a table, waiting patiently for the current group to finish their last song and leave the stage.

The Emcee took the stage, announcing the next band. Instantly, the hoochie crew crowded the stage with squeals. They set about the process of skanking it up, adjusting their boobs to plump their cleavage, and hiking up their shirts to expose tramp stamps above their low rise jeans and bejeweled belly button rings attached to their navels.

The boys took the stage and the noise went supersonic. The groupies screamed at the top of their lungs, bouncing up and down in a wave of multicolored hairstyles. Edward stepped up to the microphone, as everyone else got settled with their instruments, thanking everyone for coming out and supporting the competition and Dooley's.

All four sets of eyes roamed the crowd in search of us, looking disappointed not to catch sight of their girls. Just as they were about to give up, Alice shot us the signal. As a group, we stood while Alice whistled. The whole room looked our direction.

Edward's eyes caught mine, twinkling amusedly. His sexy pink tongue slipped out to slowly lick his lips behind the microphone. "There you are. Now we're ready to start!"

The groupies looked back and forth between the boys, who had their eyes scope locked on the four of us. Then they turned back to our table, where we glared at them, pointing at the words on our shirts before turning around and showing them the backs.

We heard loud laughter when we turned back around to see our boys bent over with red faces, shaking their heads slowly. They each mouthed silent oaths of affection to us before settling the crowd and starting their set.

The girls and I tried to stay away from doing a full set all from one band, worried that our set might get stagnate, but these boys could totally pull it off. The night's set consisted of the Three Days Grace songs, Animal I Have Become, followed by Never Too Late, and Pain.They sucked the crowd in up front with the first song, keeping them right there the whole time, even through the ballad like songs.

Edward drove me wild every night he worked the stage, his velvet voice filling the room through the sound system, but tonight it was much worse than usual. Between a four day trip to visit a few reputable training facilities around the country, and my week of graveyards during the days right before he left, I was woefully horny. Saying that I was desperate for this night to be over so I could steal my fiancé and take him home to do wonderfully dirty things with him, would be a gross understatement.

The boys told us earlier in the week that the songs they had chosen were purely based on how much they rocked and had nothing to do with us, or our relationships. Just as Edward and I had used songs to communicate early on, we had been trading messages with the boys via our performances on most Rock Band nights. We were so grateful of the abundance of choices available for download online. The contest would have been more than boring if we had been limited to the tracks on the original game.

The words of the songs might not have been meant to send a message to us, but the burning desire that would take over Edward's face and eyes when he looked away from the crowd to focus on me, was more like an entire novel of erotic promises.

I watched them wrap up the last song, reveling in the fact that Edward had done amazingly well in physical therapy and was back to nearly one hundred percent. Suddenly, daydreams of the shower sex we had both been teasing each other about popped into my mind. I could feel the devious smile spread across my face while I watched Edward singing toward the hoochies in front of the stage about pain, sweat beginning to bead on his face. I loved the face that for them they got pain, but every time he started singing lines of promise, like 'take my hands and when the lights go out you'll understand,' his eyes were back on me.

I debated through the middle of the song, but then I just went with the impulse. The next time he looked at me and saw my smile, he lifted his eyebrows in question. I winked, mouthing the word 'shower,' while gesturing between him and me. His reaction to my suggestion was both good and bad. The good was that Edward's eyes grew incredibly dark and predatory, sending chills down my back. The bad was the fact that I nearly cost them the semifinals, because Edward totally forgot where he was and missed the first two words of the next chorus.

In the long run, it didn't hurt them, though. Once they left the stage, our four boys made beelines directly for us, immediately wrapping their significant others in their arms and placing demanding kisses on our mouths. I chuckled as the realization hit that I must not have been the only one doing a little teasing.

We all settled into our seats, Edward insisting I sit on his lap. We sat and chatted while we waited for the votes to be counted; all the while Edward's hands roamed the exposed flesh of my waist, teasing along the top of my jeans under the table, and then ghosting them just under the swell of my breasts under my shirt. Thankfully, everyone else was preoccupied, or else there might have been trouble, if Emmett had seen what he was up to.

Half an hour later, the votes were counted and it was announced that Kevlar Knights and Deviant Destiny, a band who looked and sounded a whole lot like AFI, would go on to the semifinals. As soon as the announcement was made, Edward had me wrapped in my coat and was dragging me out the door. I tried to call goodbyes to everyone at the table. They all laughed and shooed us off, knowing perfectly well how long we had been separated.

The second we hit the street, Edward grabbed me, kissing me passionately as we stumbled along the sidewalk. After a while, he realized that we weren't making much progress and were only dragging out the time it would take to get back to our place. He did the silliest thing I think I've ever seen. He saw an empty cab and hopped in, dragging me behind him.

He only took the time necessary to blurt the address to the driver before he pulled me against him again, kissing me with reckless abandon, while his hands roamed across my flesh behind the private confines of my dress coat.

A few minutes later, we pulled in front of our building. Edward grabbed a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and tossed it to the guy, allowing him to keep the change on our six dollar fare.

He quickly tugged me out of the car and ran toward the building. Waving hi to George, he pulled us quickly through the lobby to the elevator. He didn't even wait for the door to close before pushing me against the back wall, grabbing me by the ass, and lifting me up so he didn't have to bend down to kiss me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he ground into me against the wall. He continued to kiss me in desperation, allowing one hand to roam my body, while the other continued to support my body weight.

When we reached our floor, he returned both hands to my ass to support me as he walked down the hall. Never breaking our kiss, he leaned me against the wall by the door while he fiddled with his keys, trying to unlock it. Once it opened, we tumbled through the doorway. He barely even got it closed before he carried me directly to our bedroom, tossing me on the bed.

He began tearing at his own clothes while I removed my coat and started to take off my own, but he stopped me, asking to allow him the honor. He removed my shoes and jeans first before crawling on top of me. He rolled us over, helping me straddle him. He ripped my shirt over my head, and then leaned up to attack the newly exposed skin above the demi cup bra I wore underneath.

I got completely lost in the pleasure as we explored each other with hands and mouths; with so much excitement that you would have almost thought it was our first time. Before I knew it, we were both naked and he was pulling me down onto him, earning a deep groan from both of us, as my body stretched to accommodate his entire length.

"Wait, I thought we were going to do the shower," I whimpered when he gripped my hips and lifted me slowly and lowered me back down again briskly.

"Ugh, baby, I haven't been able to feel you for a whole fucking week. Trust me; we'll probably do it at least one more time before we make it to the shower, where I'll most certainly make it worth your while."

"Ugh! Oh Fuck! Edward! Shit, I'm already there, baby!"

He moaned in response. "Good baby, cum for me. I want to feel you."

I screamed as my orgasm hit with a force unlike anything I had felt in a long time. Other than the time Edward had been in the hospital, we had never gone more than a couple of days without sex. It had been difficult this time to go so long without release, but oh man did the making up for lost time sex relieve the accumulated tension.

I climaxed two more times during round one, Edward shifting our position after each one until he roared out in his own pleasure, pounding into me from above. We had a short break before round two, after which we passed out for a few hours before waking up and moving to the shower for round three.

Actually, it was I who did the waking. My eyes popped open at four in the morning, feeling Edward's hard length pressed between my thighs as he spooned behind me, arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, nose buried in my hair. My body shifted in response to the stimulus, my core already longing to be invaded by his prominent erection again.

My movements must have registered in his sleep. He moaned huskily in my ear and his hips shifted back and forth, drawing his silken steel between my thighs, mingling with my wetness that was beginning to pool. I reached my hand behind me to run through his hair, moaning his name. His motions increased as his lips pressed past my hair to latch onto my neck, kissing and sucking gently.

Not wanting to get too into what we were doing, I sat up quickly, throwing back the bedding with a giggle. He whined at the loss of my body, blinking blearily at me when I grabbed his hand, tugging him to sit up and follow me.

I walked backward toward the bathroom, keeping my eyes on his as we walked.

"You promised me shower sex, Mr. Cullen. I think now is the perfect time to collect."

Edward grinned brightly at me, pulling my body flush with his as we stumbled the last few feet to the bathroom doorway.

I hit the bathroom lights when we entered, effectively blinding the both of us for a few seconds. We groaned, shielding our eyes. My eyes adjusted more quickly than Edward's, so I pulled loose of his grasp and began to set the room up. Within a few moments, I crossed to the shower and turned on the tap, adjusting the power and heat settings.

I turned back to Edward, wrapping my body around his, and placing deep teasing kisses on his mouth while we waited for the water to reach optimal temperature. Once the water had time to heat, I released his lips from mine to pull him into the stall with me, to the luxurious heat of the multi headed shower.

We were both wide awake now; matching predatory looks graced our faces as we smirked at one another through the thick white steam. We leapt forward at the same time, meeting in the middle with passionate kisses. My hands flew directly to his damp hair, tugging roughly, as his found my ass and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, anchoring my body to his. His fingers kneaded my flesh greedily, rubbing me up and down his hard, ready length; I continued to attack his mouth.

Edward took a few steps forward, bracing me against one of the cool tile walls, freeing one of his hands to move up my body and grasp my breast, tugging roughly at my nipple. I gasped and arched my back in reaction. His mouth now free from my eager kisses, he immediately tipped down to take my nipple in his mouth with a moan, grazing it with his teeth, earning a scream from my lips.

There was a ledge built into the shower right about mid chest height in the position I was currently in. Edward nipped at my nipple again as I moaned and released his hair to brace my forearms on the ledge to help hold my weight. Never stopping his agonizing torture of my flesh, he looked up at me with his smoldering green eyes and smiled.

I watched while gasping as he slowly slid down my torso, lapping at the drops of water that were steadily collecting on my flesh along the way, until he was on his knees before me, hooking my knees over his shoulder. Reaching over the tops of my thighs, he began to slide his fingers slowly up and down my slit, holding my lips open to expose myself completely to him.

He moaned deeply, the vibrations making my legs shake excitedly, as he leaned in and clamped his mouth on me, sucking hard and teasing his tongue along the flesh incased between his lips. His fingers worked my clit while his mouth worked the rest of me, making my moans and screams hit pitches that I feared might break all of the glass in the room. I tried not to thrash considering our precarious position, instead settling for tossing my head back and forth. A fit of curse words that would make someone suffering a very bad case of Tourette's sound dignified erupted from my body as I exploded with a flash of lights blinding me behind my eyelids.

Edward smiled up at me with smug eyes, waiting for me to regain control of my trembling limbs before moving my legs off of his shoulder and helping me lower myself to the floor. My arms were screaming from the pressure I had put on them. Edward seemed to notice and frowned, massaging them gently before kissing the angry red indentions that were left in the bottom of my forearms.

He reached for the soap and began to wash me down gently before turning me and using his hands to assist the water in rinsing me. Once he finished with my skin, he turned me gently and ran his fingers through my hair, making sure it was completely wet, before smoothing my shampoo through it. He rinsed it thoroughly before repeating with my conditioner.

Once he finished with me, I did the same for him, except I made him sit on the bench in the corner so I could reach his wild bronze mop. He hummed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against my chest, as I scrubbed his scalp gently with my nails. He turned, nuzzling is nose into my right breast while I smoothed his hair back and reached behind me to rinse my hands.

I helped him stand and rinse his hair. Unable to resist the draw of his toned chest glistening with water from the shower, I wrapped myself around his waist and proceeded to lick and kiss the hills and valleys of his chest and abs. During the time since his accident, he had not been able to work out enough to keep the ripped look he had before, but I didn't mind at all. His muscles were still well toned and oh so sexy, and I personally appreciated that his muscles no longer felt like solid rock under my hands.

He moaned when I drifted my way along his abs, flicking my tongue teasingly at his belly button and grazing my nose back and forth across his happy trail until I was on my knees in front of him, face to shaft with his bouncing erection. I slid my hand up and down gently before I took a slow lick from base to tip, twirling my tongue around the head a bit. I watched through my lashes as his jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed in concentration. I knew he got a special thrill from watching while I serviced him.

After teasing with my tongue a bit more, I opened my mouth and slowly slid him between my lips, tipping my head up to watch his reactions through my lashes. I took him all the way to the back of my throat before hollowing my cheeks and pulling slowly back again. He cursed loudly and melted against the wall behind him as I leaned forward and did it again; only this time I relaxed my throat taking him deeper.

"Holy Fucking Hell, Bella! Oh, Fuck! You are Fucking Amazing, Baby!" Edward screamed, wrapping my hair in his hands and massaging my scalp as I moved him in and out of my mouth.

After a few seconds I felt him tug on my hair as he gasped. I stopped and looked up into the animalistic fire in his eyes.

"Stop baby, I need to fuck you. I need to be inside you. Come here."

I followed his directions; he helped me to stand and pulled me by the hand to the seat in the corner of the shower. He sat down and turned me to stand facing away from him. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer before they drifted between my legs. He teased me with his fingers before they plunged in, earning a deep moan from me.

He continued to tease me with his fingers while using his other hand to spread my legs and then tugging me to straddle his lap. I felt his lips and tongue caressing the flesh of my lower back while his free hand drifted up to caress my breast. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensations, my noises growing louder.

Then, suddenly, his fingers left me and clamped onto my hip as he stood up behind me, entering me deeply. I yelped in surprise before it morphed into a long deep moan. His hand moved back in front assaulting my clit, he began to piston into me roughly, groaning into my neck between kisses and nibbles.

I could feel my body tightening. The pitch of my whines grew higher again as Edward bit down on the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I exploded around him, screaming his name. The second my body clamped on his, he joined me with another roar, followed by a series of loud grunts as he thrust into me hard with several loud smacks. He pulled out of me and collapsed on the seat behind him, bringing me with him to sit on his lap.

We panted together, Edward kissing my neck and shoulder tenderly. After several minutes, I turned to sit sideways on his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him lovingly.

"Fuck baby, just when I think we've hit our peak, you always seem to make things better. I love you so fucking much, Bella."

I smiled at him. "I love you too," I grated in response, my voice weak from all of the screaming.

He chuckled and reached for the bar of soap helping me wash up again before doing the same for himself. He helped me out of the shower, drying me off first before taking care of his own body. We stumbled back into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, feeling fully sated.

Apparently absence not only makes the heart grow fonder, but it also makes the orgasms more abundant once reunited!

The rest of the week, we continued to make up for lost time every chance we got. It was almost like we were suddenly no longer taking our time together for granted, at least for the time being.

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Work went well the rest of the week and as I made my way through the Pediatrics unit, I found myself eventually working with Mr. McDreamy, Dan McDonal himself. Poor Dan had joined the staff the same day as Trevor and his friend Chris, who ironically disappeared the same time Trevor did. Apparently he was also involved in the medical grade drug trafficking that was Trevor's bread and butter.

Krista hadn't been wrong about Dan either. He really was a salt of the earth type guy, genuine and kind, nearly to a fault. I only say this because I found in spending time working with him, that he was totally being run over by several of his coworkers, which really ticked me off. I hated watching good, caring people being mistreated, but as an intern, there wasn't a whole heck of a lot I could do about it. It was more than a little frustrating.

It was a good week for Edward too. Mid-week of the first round of the competition, he got official paperwork back from the state with the permits to go ahead with the training facility. At this point, all that was left to do was find the land, build whatever was necessary, and find the remainder of his staff and get them all trained as instructors. I couldn't help but be ecstatic at how happy Edward seemed. As things became more and more solid, the more relaxed and content Edward seemed to become, and the more excited he got for our wedding. I swear he was more into checking with his mom about the plans than I was.

Thankfully, Esme was living up to her promise. After the first week of unexpected calls about details, the calls seemed to drop off considerably. I suspected that Edward probably had a talk with her and started taking on the duties himself, but where I felt bogged down by the details, he seemed to get a kick out of them. It seemed weird to see my strong SWAT fiancé discussing tablecloths with his mom, but they both seemed happy. I think it gave them an excuse to spend more quality time together.

The second round of the Rock Band contest went well. We teased the boys with Jessica Simpson's Irresistable on Tuesday night in the middle of our three song set. They teased right back Thursday night with Nickelback's Animals. As expected, both of our bands made it to the finals, along with Tanya's band The Human Incubators. There was also an all girl band who pretty much did their best to stick it to us while attempting to seduce our boys with Pussycat Dolls and Britney Spears, known as Pussycat Playgirls, a girl group that stuck with angsty cheating songs called Power to the V, who tied with the skank-a-hoes, and a really great group of guys with the inventive name PEN15. In talking with them after the show on Wednesday, we had to laugh to hear that their parents were still blissfully ignorant that Pen fifteen looked quite differently when put on a poster in full caps and numbers.

We had a meeting with all of the bands who made it to the finals on Monday night to arrange for practice times and to give everyone opportunities to create profiles and characters to represent them during the contest on the big screen. We thought it would be cool to actually have the characters be representations of each band member. Thanks to the tie making the finals have six bands instead of five, we chose to cut the set lists to two songs per group. We hated to do it because we had an awesome set picked out, but if we didn't then it would start to get too long.

The meeting went well and everyone was enthusiastic, although Edward and the guys did have to keep the girls and me from mutilating a few of the skanks from the Playgirl band when they pushed our buttons a little too hard. It annoyed the hell out of us that they made the finals, but we were determined to make this contest impartial, and apparently we did a good job.

Once we had the contest practice schedule squared away, we all went back to Emmett and Rose's place to hang out for a while and just relax. We had done all we could to get ready, now we just had to sit back and enjoy the ride.

Okay guys, I want to hear your thoughts. Next chapter: Rock Band Finals!

*Oh, also in the event that perhaps some readers live in another country and aren't acquainted with the significance of the KKK on the girl's shirts possibly getting them shot. I am ashamed to admit that there was a time in this nation's history that a white supremacist organization called the Klu Klux Klan (KKK) did unspeakable things to the African American population in our country. They treated them like slaves, and were particularly known for delving out their own form of justice in the medium of lynchings and would send signals to individuals they thought were overstepping their bounds by burning crosses in their front yards. It was horrific. The worst of it seemed to die out in the late sixties/early seventies, but in some places the organization still survives today, but are not as openly active. At any rate, Chicago has a significant African American population and let's just say that wearing a shirt with those letters, whether or not they signify the actual organization, would still gain A LOT of negative attention. I thought I should mention that in case some readers were confused about that in the chapter.