Like the moth flies to the Light, captured at first sight

I can't deny I'm taken by the beauty in your eyes

I don't know

Is it love?

I have lost control

Even when I'm gone, I can't get away

-10 Years: Focus

b.p.o.v.

"Miss Swan?" Newton spoke, emphasizing the hiss in 'Miss' I looked up and raised an eyebrow. I had the phone cradled between my ear and my shoulder, more tabs up on my computer than I could count, and my uneaten lunch wasting away in the trash can. Clearly, this was the perfect time for my boss to ask me a question.

"I need you in my office." His words were flat, and he seemed completely oblivious to the fact that I was already doing something. I arched my eyebrows further, emphasizing the whole 'I'm busy' thing, and pointed to the phone.

"When you're done, then," he said over his shoulder, slamming the door shut.

"Dick..."

"Excuse me?" the voice on the other end of the line asked. I had completely forgotten I was on the phone with one of our biggest authors.

"Oh God! No, not you, Mr. Laurent, I was, um..."

His throaty laugh interrupted my scramble, "Ah, please! It's refreshing to hear such a candid moment with all the stuffy assistants around that place." Then he lowered his voice, "Especially if you were talking about Newton." I laughed with him, feeling more at ease about my slip. "So, what can I do for you, Miss Swan?"

"I was just calling to confirm your seats at the ball next month," I said, scrolling to his name.

"Of course," he laughed again, "we'll be there. Put me down for plus two."

"Fantastic," I said with a relieved smile, "thank you for your confirmation. We'll see you next month, Mr. Laurent."

I'd anticipated the plus two; he usually brought two dates to our events, so there weren't any problems there. He was our most famous mystery writer. All of his books were from a woman's point of view, and every girl was the heroine. This, combined with his tall, dark, and handsome complex, guaranteed a blonde on each arm. He also happened to donate more than most of our other guests and clients combined.

The exact second I hung up the phone Mr. Newton's door opened again. I didn't even wait to hear his demand. I stood and walked into his office.

"Have a seat, Miss Swan," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. "I have some things I'd like you to get done before the work day is over."

I sobered at the severe expression on his face.

He couldn't be serious.

"Mr. Newton, it's already half past four. I barely have enough time to finish the tasks you gave me this morning," I replied earnestly.

"And whose fault is that?"

I pursed my lips in irritation; that son of a bitch.

"With all due respect –"

"Our venue fell through," he interrupted, "the hotel is doing emergency renovation a week before the gala. We won't have enough time to plan around that. I need you to check out the places I've listed for you here." He ignored the look of complete and utter rage on my face and handed me a folder.

"And book us another grand conference room before Monday," he continued, "they are all relatively similar, so get the best price for the shortest notice. Also, I need you to be in charge of making the transition smooth. You should already have the contacts for the caterer and entertainment, and of course, the guests."

I honestly thought my jaw was going to unhinge and hit the floor.

"Again, I need this completed by Monday. Tie every string, dot every 'I'." When I didn't respond, he added, "You can go back to work now."

He leaned back in his chair, swivelling slightly. The smugness seeping from him was sickening; I could barely stand it. I got up and moved toward the door.

I opened my mouth, willing the words to come out. But they didn't. I needed this fucking job. It was either this bottom-of-the-barrel job, or a one-way ticket back to my Podunk hometown in Washington. Fish fries, trees, and a nine-to-five at the sporting goods store.

What a fucking life.

Instead of risking what I had, I told him I was leaving early and spun on my heels so fast he couldn't protest my retreating form. Angela caught my eye as I grabbed my bag from the bottom drawer of my desk. Her gaze was questioning, but I shook my head. This wasn't the time or the place.

"Later," I mouthed to her.

I half-ran half-walked to the elevator and start texting Edward.

I'm leaving early, see you tonight?

I pressed 'B' for basement. In my mind, the faster I could get to my car, the better. I almost sprinted to my little, red beater when the doors finally dinged open. I needed the day to be over. It needed to be wiped from my mind completely. I'd tackle my new, ridiculous assignment tomorrow. As for right now, I needed out before I went all Milton on this place and burned it to the ground.

My phone buzzed on my lap on the drive home.

Can't wait. See you around 8.

I made a sharp right two blocks before my apartment complex. It had suddenly dawned upon me the exact place I needed to be.

I parked the car in the half-deserted lot and grabbed my black bag from the backseat. Abandoning my shoes and taking off my nylons in the car, I stepped out into the fall air. The grass felt soft and cold. Not unbearable, but soothing.

The park.

With my camera bag slung on my shoulder, I started towards the pond.

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Rosalie handed the cabbie a twenty, and we piled out onto the busy sidewalk in front of the Martini Lounge. Alice and Rosalie had dragged me and Angela here the first weekend after we'd met, and we'd been coming here ever since. Rose had dated the manager a few years back, but after three short months, they had decided to stay friends.

On the plus side, it got us in the door whenever we wanted.

"Looking beautiful as ever, ladies!" Aro, the doorman, greeted us. Rose pecked him on the cheek and told him about our guests meeting us here. I was glad she mentioned it to him, because lord knows if Edward and the guys had to wait in line, they'd never make it in.

Aro lifted the rope for us after we said our 'hellos', and as I expected, a few angry people in line voiced their opinions on that.

"Yeah, yeah," Aro yelled back, "keep bitchin' and you're never goin' in! Got that?" The crowd quieted instantly, and although he wasn't directing it at me, I shut up anyway. No wonder he managed the door. I wouldn't try to get past him if someone paid me.

I turned toward the door, and sidled up to Angela as she hooked her arm through mine.

"You good?" she asked discreetly.

I nodded, "Yeah. But I'm not thinking about anything work related until tomorrow, no earlier than noon. I'll talk to you about it then."

She nodded back, and I was happy that she was satisfied with my answer, because there was no way I'd be able to delve into it now. Not without losing my mind. After two hours of snapping pictures at the park this afternoon, I had felt immensely better about the load Newton had abruptly dumped on my shoulders. I decided, after some methodical photo taking, that it wouldn't do me any good to stress about it today.

Not that there was much I'd be able to get done on a Friday afternoon. Tomorrow I'd check out the venues and go from there.

At this point in the week, and after everything that had happened, I just couldn't wait to see Edward. We had been seeing each other two weeks today, but it didn't feel like two weeks, it felt like two years. In such a short amount of time, he'd managed to get completely under my skin and knock down every, single wall I'd put up around myself when I'd moved to the city. It was...astounding. The only other people who had done that were Alice and Rosalie.

Edward knew me, my strengths and my faults, he got me, and he liked me anyway.

If only my work was as good as my new relationship, life would be perfect.

When we got inside, Rosalie led us upstairs to the full bar and lounge section of the club. For being downtown New York, this place was huge. The lower level was an immaculate dance floor, with a small stage for the live bands and a small bar. Upstairs, where we usually began our nights, was a full circle bar, surrounded by tables set for four.

The walls were a creamy white, etched with a crisp white Victorian design. It was cleaner than any other bar or club I'd ever been to. During the day, I imagined no one would know it was a club until the lights were turned down and the band began to play.

The girls and I weren't sitting long before I spotted Edward's copper hair at the top of the staircase. I watched him walk up the steps, followed closely by Jasper, Emmett, and Ben. Angela squealed like ten year-old girl, and practically skipped over to them, planting a kiss right on Ben's overwhelmed lips.

I laughed at her adorable behaviour, and stood up, letting my eyes stray to Edward. His sexy, crooked grin was in place while his gaze roamed over the outfit I had purchased this afternoon at Rose and Alice's boutique. I had often been told my best features were my legs, so naturally, I chose a short black and grey lace dress, paired with black stiletto heels.

Edward, being the mind reader he must have been to coordinate so well with me, wore a button up grey shirt and slacks.

"Hey, beautiful," Edward murmured, leaning down to plant a small, soft kiss on my jaw line, "I missed you."

I smiled. "It's barely been six hours, Romeo," I retorted, wrapping my arms around his torso and pulling myself tightly against him. "But I missed you, too," I admitted. He gently touched his lips to mine, warm and comfortable, and I sighed, "Okay, ready to start the blind date massacre of twenty-ten?" I asked. I gestured to Jasper and Emmett, who were at the bar ordering drinks, and then looked at Alice and Rose, who already seemed bored. They were spinning the melting ice at the bottom of their drinks with their sipping straws.

Oh, this was going to be good. Rosalie bored was not someone to fuck with.

"You know what I say?" Edward replied, "I say we introduce them, and then hightail it downstairs with Angela and Ben." I chuckled at how ready he was to abandon them. "What?" he laughed, "I just don't to be a part of World War Three, okay? Let's go dance with Ben and Angela. They're already shaking their asses borderline inappropriately down there."

I craned my neck and looked over the railing. Sure enough, Angela's dress was hiked at least two inches higher than it had been ten minutes ago. Ben's face was tucked into the crook of her shoulder. Even if I was watching my childhood friend get freaky on a dance floor, I couldn't help but smile. She looked so blissfully happy; our lives were almost identical.

Inhaling deeply, I nodded up at Edward. He had the right idea.

I turned to the table as Jasper and Emmett approached.

"Alice, Rosalie," I said to them, gesturing toward the guys, "this is Emmett, and Jasper. They're Edward's roommates."

Alice and Rose stood up, giving Jasper and Emmett their polite smiles, holding their hands out to be shaken. I could already see the skeptical look on Alice's face, and the smouldering look on Rose's. I pursed my lips to keep from laughing, because I knew how awkward and amusing this was going to be.

I kind of wanted to stay, but my need to dance uninhibited with Edward was even greater. So, we left the four of them to get acquainted, and went downstairs to dance.

"Do you want something to drink first?" Edward asked as we stood between the bar and the dance floor.

I shook my head and linked his fingers with mine, tugging him toward the plethora of bodies writhing to the upbeat music. A local cover band was on stage, and judging by the size of the crowd, they seemed to have a decent following.

I held Edward's hand above my head and shook my ass toward the center of the floor. The steam machines had been turned on, wafting smoke in waves around our knees, the overhead lights had been dimmed, and the floorboard lights were flickering between red and white, changing the hue of the smoke.

Sexy and mysterious.

The band began playing a different song, and it took me a minute to recognize it, because it was normally R&B.

Edward took my hand and spun me around, my back now to him.

I lifted my arms up and dropped them to encircle the back of his neck. The lyrics infiltrated me, and my hips pushed back into him then swayed to the beat.

Own me

To control me

Come closer

Come closer

I could feel him, hard and straining through his pants, against my backside. I bit my lip and responded, pushing my hips back even harder, coaxing him to continue.

And I just can't bring myself away

But I don't want to escape

I just can't stop, I just can't stop

I just can't stop, I just can't stop

I just can't stop.

His hands rested on my thighs, warm and soft against my skin, tightly holding me as we danced. With the quick beat of the music, they travelled up, teasing and taunting, slipping subtly beneath the hem of my dress.

I curled my fingers into his hair at his boldness, and tilted my head to nip at his throat.

"Fuck, Bella, if you keep doing that I'm going to have to find a dark corner somewhere."

The crowd around us had disappeared, as well as my sour mood.

I smiled, and diligently wiggled my hips back. His lips found my earlobe; after a few wet kisses, he whisper-sang the next few lines.

I can feel her on my skin

I can taste her on my tongue

She's the sweetest taste I've seen

The more I get, the more I want.

We only lasted two and a half songs.

When Edward brushed his fingers over the crotch of my dampened panties, and hungrily kissed my neck, I shivered, taking his hand before I attacked him in the middle of the dance floor. It was time to find that damn dark corner.

But before I could take a step toward the back, Alice snapped me out of my haze of lust.

She stared at me for a second, and by the look on her face, she may as well have been fuming from the ears. "Please tell me you brought the wrong Jasper!" she screamed at me over the music. And then I was moving, being forcefully tugged by Alice through the crowd, her long fingernails piercing my skin.

I glanced back at Edward over my shoulder, mouthing the word 'sorry'.

He laughed.

I let Alice pull me, wincing at the pain she was inflicting on my arm. I shook her off just as we got to the bathroom, growling, "Jesus, Alice, you're going to make me bleed!"

"Sorry!" she yelled back, huffing indignantly, "I'm just…" She trailed off, and walked into a stall, slamming the door shut.

I looked at Rosalie, who was standing near the door, arms crossed, eyebrow lifted. Angela was in front of the mirror, touching up her lipstick. Her reflection caught my eye and she winked. I had forgotten she and Ben had been dancing right next to me and Edward.

I blushed.

Then Alice came out of the stall, and washed her hands in the sink.

"Now what's the problem?" I asked her.

She scrunched her nose up in distaste, or maybe disgust, and turned to me. "I don't know if you're playing some kind of prank, Bella, but that guy is a pig. I seriously hope you didn't intend for us to hook up, because-"

"Alice," I interrupted, "it's not like you have to hook up with Jasper. I just wanted us to all to go out and have a good time." I tilted my head in apology and added, "He's a lot to handle, but…he's a nice guy."

She scoffed, "He's a dirty flirt, not to mention he's horribly inappropriate."

I chuckled, but tried to stifle my laughter for Alice, "Yeah, I guess he is." Alice rolled her eyes, and I affectionately rubbed her arm. I hadn't anticipated how angry she'd get. "So," I continued, glancing at Rose, "how's your night going?"

I was eager to know how she was getting along with Emmett.

"I was enjoying myself," she said pointedly, fixing her gaze on Alice, "it's something I'd like to get back to, actually."

I offered Rose a smile, because I was glad she was having a good time. I knew after putting him in his place she'd get along with Emmett.

"Ugh, fine!" Alice snapped, stalking over to the bathroom door, "but you two are coming back up to the table with us. I'm not sitting there with that handsy asshole anymore." She punctuated her statement with a tiny finger pointed to me and Angela.

"Aye, aye, captain spazz," Angela teased, and put her hand up to her forehead, saluting her.

Alice grumbled something under her breath, and led the way out of the bathroom and up the stairs; Angela and I followed behind Rosalie. On the walk up, I scanned the dance floor for Edward, squinting my eyes against the darkness in a vain attempt to spot him. When I couldn't, I assumed he was waiting for me with the guys.

Angela grabbed my hand halfway up the winding staircase, steadying herself on her wobbly heels. I chuckled at her inebriation, hugging the rail as groups of people passed us. The crowd had grown significantly on the upper level, so we blended in easily. The guys hadn't seen us approaching, and obviously so.

Jasper was clearly in the process of inserting his foot into his mouth.

He'd always been a nice guy to me. Underneath the cocky façade, I knew he was sweet, but tonight he seemed to be going overboard. Maybe it was for Alice's sake…maybe it was the alcohol. But one look to Alice told me she was not impressed.

And I really didn't blame her.

"Nah, don't worry about it," Jasper said with a wave of his hand as we pushed through the crowd, "ten minutes earlier, she's humping my leg…an hour before I let her have the real thing." He smiled a crooked grin at Emmett and made a show of air-humping the table.

Emmett shook his head. Edward groaned. Ben, on the other hand, was snorting with laughter. To be honest, I found it hard not to laugh knowing how badly Alice was about to destroy him.

Alice, who was currently a tiny, buzzing ball of fury, levelled a hard gaze at Jasper. He winked at her, and puckered his lips, causing me to clap my hand over my mouth; he was certainly being brave for someone who was likely about to get bitch-slapped.

I darted my eyes to Alice, who reached over and plucked a drink from the hands of a woman at a neighbouring table.

"Hey!" the stranger yelled. Alice threw a ten dollar bill on the table.

"Shove it, whore-Barbie, I need this."

She grasped the pink, feminine drink tightly in her hand and walked up to Jasper, wearing a seductive smile, and planted herself in his lap. Slightly concerned for Alice's sanity, I cast a worried looked at Angela. I didn't know what she was about to do, but I knew it wasn't going to be pretty.

But when Alice quietly chatted with Jasper on his lap, the rest of us filled the table. I slid in next to Edward, tucking myself into his side. He leaned in and kissed my jaw, gently brushing his nose over my cheek before whispering in my ear, "This is not a good thing, is it?"

I giggled softly and pressed my lips against his. "Nope, probably not."

He smiled. "Awesome."

Edward and I quieted, sitting close as we tuned in to Alice and Jasper's conversation.

"You know, Jazzy," Alice said with a lilt to her voice, "I've been thinking…" She spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, keeping the sexy swagger clear in her raspy tone.

"Oh yeah, Tinkerbell? What about?" Jasper inquired.

Oh…oh no. Bad, bad, bad – wrong.

Alice hated when people called her Tinkerbelle.

There was another strike for Jasper.

"Well…" Alice rotated her hips into his lap, and slung her arms around his neck, drink still clutched between her fingers. Jasper's hands were on her legs, slowly ascending, cupping her dainty curves. "I'm thinking…" Alice lifted her hands, and when I saw the rim of the glass behind Jasper's head, I groaned.

Uh oh.

Alice tipped the drink, spilling the contents over Jasper's hair, down his face and the side of his neck. She stood up to avoid the mess the same second he jumped up and shouted, "What the fuck, are you crazy?"

She rounded on him, poking him in the chest. "I am not crazy," she seethed, "I was just thinking I should let you know you've completely exhausted the whole egotistical, sleazy, Tom Petty wannabe attitude." They stared at each other, and I could feel the loathing radiating off Alice.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'd much rather be anywhere but here," she continued, "I need a drink and the bartender is hot. So if I don't come back, I wouldn't send a search party."

When Alice confidently walked away, Edward put his index finger under my chin and manually closed my mouth for me. I was…amazed. Well, that was an understatement. I was completely flabbergasted, and yet I was proud; she'd done good to stand up for herself.

I snapped back to the hilarious reality of the situation and chuckled as Angela joined Ben in his laughing fit. I hazarded a glance at Rose and Emmett, but quickly looked away – I was sure they weren't even aware of what had just occurred by the way Emmett's mouth seemed to be suctioned to her neck.

I wondered what excuse I would get.

Curling iron?

Rash?

Jasper sat back down, keeping his eyes trained on Alice. She retreated to the bar and stepped up on the rail, leaning over the counter to get the attention of the bartender. Jasper patted his neck with a cloth napkin, watching her curiously. He seemed like he was in shock of her actions, but when Edward cleared his throat, Jasper snapped out of it.

His quirky grin returned.

"Oh," he said longingly, "I like her."

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Edward and I left earlier than everyone else and headed straight for my apartment. Even though the night had been a nice break, and extremely entertaining, work was starting to seep into my mind. I had a busy weekend ahead of me, and if my arrogant boss didn't think I was going to charge the hours, he had another thing coming.

Hello, overtime.

Edward came into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth and bumped me over so he could share the mirror. His reflection grinned at me, and he started his own nightly routine. I should have been surprised at how comfortable we were, but instead, it comforted me.

I loved how easy it was to be around him.

I climbed into bed and Edward, rather than going around to the other side, knelt on the floor beside me.

I turned slightly, but he didn't speak. He silently grabbed hold of the comforter, and tugged it down, exposing my legs. He gently took one ankle, then the other, placing one foot on each shoulder. I tilted my head and watched him; the soft kisses he laid on the inside of my legs, the tender touches he trailed along my thighs.

In that moment, my exhaustion fell into the back seat. I hadn't realized how badly I'd needed him. After such a week, it was the perfect antidote, and Edward was wordlessly showing me how much he needed me as well.

He sensed my tension and anxiety, but with each kiss, it melted away.

His hands furthered along my legs, ghosting across the top of my thighs and hooking into the waistband of my boy shorts. When he pulled them down, he ceased his affectionate kisses for a second to let the fabric pass.

Depositing them onto the floor, he returned his hands to my thighs, slowly coaxing them apart, causing each knee to carelessly meet the mattress. He continued his trail up my legs, each kiss softer and sweeter than the last. His lips lingered on my upper thighs, rotating from left to right, drawing the quietest moan from my mouth.

I arched my back when his nose skimmed over my pelvic bone, a plea for him to stop teasing me. He finally gave in, gripping me firmly by the hips and closing his lips around my clit. I cried in relief and let my head fall back, twisting my fingers into the sheets. I closed my eyes, focusing all my energy into the only one of my senses that mattered.

I needed to feel.

I let myself feel, sliding forward when Edward moved his hands to grasp my thighs, pulling me closer. His mouth alternated between sucking and licking, circling his tongue around the most sensitive spot and nibbling gently wherever he pleased. He brought me to the cusp of my orgasm, so many times, but never let me fall over.

I was aching.

My breathing was hard, but my voice was quiet, "Edward…please-"

He didn't require any further invitation; he pulled away and stood up, pushing his boxers down before bowing his body over mine. He went to reach for the bedside table, but I determinedly caught his hand.

"I trust you," I whispered.

He looked down at me, his dark hair falling in his eyes, and passionately kissed me, forcing me to taste myself on his lips. I drew his tongue into my mouth and gently sucked on it, hearing the rewarding moan that crawled from the back of Edward's throat.

He quickly groped for my shirt, yanking it up on one side, revealing part of my chest to him. His lips journeyed there, tracing the lines of my tattoo, kissing the roses, before his mouth closed around my nipple. He trapped it with his teeth, and I sucked in a breath, reaching down to align him with me. He sunk forward, his tip entering me, and I kept my hand on him, feeling the satisfaction when the length of his cock disappeared inside me.

And when he pulled back out, he was showing me how wet I was – I could feel it on him.

We both moaned at the sensation. Having sex with a condom was an entirely different experience than going without one. I trusted Edward completely, and I was solid on my birth control, not to mention the fact that it felt good.

Really good.

I shifted my hands around, running them over his shoulders, into his hair, settling on his lower back. I dug my nails into his skin, urging him to set a pace, and he took the bait. He interpreted my actions as a plea for speed, and gladly granted it.

I couldn't hold back anymore; I came hard on him, clenching and squeezing, gasping at the ecstasy of my release. Once I came down from my orgasm, Edward pulled out, took a hold of my hips, and turned me over, entering me again from behind.

He pumped fast and hard, his thumbs digging into my ass and his fingers tightly gripping my hips. I was sure I would have bruises from where he was bracing himself, but I couldn't find it in me to care. I'd endure the bruising if it meant experiencing the pleasure.

"Bella…fuck – beautiful fucking Bella…" Edward spoke between grunts, thrusting forward quicker as I rocked in sync with him, pushing my ass back against his hips. He groaned loudly, tensed behind me, and sighed, dropping some of his weight down onto my back.

He wrapped his arms around my torso. "Hell, Bella," he said while he breathed, "that was seriously amazing." He rolled over, and then pulled me up to him, tucking me under his arm. I rested my cheek against his chest and closed my eyes.

"I really fucking needed that," I said to him.

I puckered my lips, and kissed whatever part of him I could reach.

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"Yes, I understand," I said into the phone, "no, it's no problem at all. Thank you, bye bye."

I ended the call and threw my cell onto the table.

"Booked," I groaned. "This is impossible."

"I'm sorry, babe," Edward said sympathetically. He kissed the top of my head and grabbed his own phone from the counter. "You sure you don't want me to stay and help?" he asked again.

I shook my head. "No, you go ahead. I'll call you later?"

He smiled and kissed me on the lips this time before walking out.

I was going to be working on this for hours, if my morning had been any indication. Every venue I called had been booked for months. There was no way I'd find something this short notice. I was half-tempted to forgo all efforts and look in the classifieds instead. I figured I may as well get a leg up if I was going to get fired.

I got up and poured myself another cup of coffee, and let my mind wander to the night before.

Alice making a show of flirting with the bartender right in front of Jasper.

Rosalie discreetly disappearing with Emmett.

Angela and Ben practically fucking on the dance floor.

Edward and I practically fucking on the dance floor.

How crazy busy it was, and my shock at how many people there were in there…

An idea flew into my mind, and I lunged for my phone.

I scrolled through the names and found the one I wanted.

"Hey," I said to Rose, "are you still pretty good friends with Royce? I need his number, I'll explain later."

I punched in the number she gave me, and tapped my fingers against the table top while it rang.

This could very well cause me to lose my job.

Then again, it could save it.

A/N: I won't even go through the overused excuses of why this took my twenty years to post. Real life, blah blah blah. Would it make you feel better to know that I posted another short story during this mini hiatus? It's on my profile, I wrote it for FAGE (Fic Awesome Gift Exchange).

I can't even begin to thank my PIC AcrossTheSkyInStars enough. She completes me, she had me at hello, she is my other half. Oh, and she wrote a lot of this chapter. It was a much thinner, less descriptive version of what you see before she worked her magic. You should also check out her fic for FAGE. Sunshine and Shag Carpets. It's twelve kinds of awesome! Link to her page on my profile.

Thanks to the ever so lovely QuantumFizzx for being my beta. She even likes me after spending two days with me last week. (Even after I sang Glee songs in the car.) How awesome is she? If you want, you can help me spam her and tell her it's time to come visit me again. I miss her :(

As always- outfits on the profile. Next chapter will, as always, be from AcrossTheSkyInStars from EPOV.