On the Air. Chapter 9. FM-no static at all. Steely Dan

Stephenie Meyer is the literary genius behind Twilight. Just in case you had been living under a rock for the last several years. I am not so much of a literary genius, but I have been eager to get this chapter to you. I wonder if you will like it? Amazing Steely Dan fact at the end.

~~OtA~~

BPOV

Covert operations were not a part of Bella's repertoire. When she had mentioned to Edward during their emailing the previous day that lying and deceit were things that a) she was morally opposed to and b) her moral opposition didn't matter as her ability to lie was rather pathetic.

Edward had suggested meeting in person prior to the show and running through the scenario that they had come up with to see if they could pull off the great "hate-fest" that should have been occurring, given his hissy fit from the day previously.

Bella had arrived at the studio extraordinarily early for their meeting. Interestingly, she learned that the studio was unmanned at night during the "graveyard" shift. Apart from the security checking the building externally at night, no one was at the radio station from 10:30pm until their motley morning crew turned up at 3am. The night show was transmitted from an affiliate station.

With Edward's help she was now working hard at controlling her facial expressions, most of which involved ensuring that her tongue wasn't absentmindedly licking her lips and that her eyes weren't widening as he moved around the room. He in turn was attempting to be an insulting jackass to try and set the scene.

He was littering his sentences with the word "Ms." making its intonation of harshness every time he uttered it. She wasn't particularly good at hiding the fact that she now found this kind of cute.

"Oh bloody hell love, you're just lapping this shit up. Bite back, get shitty, say something! When you first walked in here you were all 'behave yourself' and now you are all 'oh that's so sweet, say it again'. If I didn't know better, I would say that you were one of those birds who hears an accent and falls apart."

Bella bit her lip and tried not to make it obvious that yes, indeed, she was a sucker for an accent.

"Oh shit, you're an accent sucker? Crap. So I could just drag you into the booth and use all of my British charm and I would be in your panties in minutes?"

"You would not!" She was aware that "minutes" was probably overstating exactly how short a period it would take for her to get her naked. Not that she had been naked for anyone before.

She raised her chin. "All right Prince Charming, 2 minutes in the studio booth and I will demonstrate my resolve."

"All right Princess, you're on."

Bella tried not to move at an alarming pace to get to the booth. The fact she once again tripped on the carpet softener did little to disprove Edward's theories about her eagerness.

She looked at her watch.

"Your two minutes starts...now."

"Ok love, let me show you around here...This control panel allows me to cut off any caller who I don't feel is meeting my, or the shows, needs." Bella looked into his green eyes. The way he uttered the word "needs" sent little shivers up her spine.

"These buttons here, which I can push at will, controls the music and the callers, especially the female callers. I like to let them have a bit of a run before cutting them off just when they think they've got me."

She hoped her swallowing wasn't the large gulping sound that she knew it to be.

"This here is my microphone." He motioned to the rather impressive looking equipment hovering over the table.

She gave in and decided to play along. "Hmmm, it's not as big as I thought it would be."

"Oh, Bella. Dear, sweet Bella. It's not about the size; it's about the quality, the resonance, and the sounds that it is capable of producing..."

"Oh fuck it!" She pounced on him. Who would have thought that a few phallic suggestions would have her wound up this tight? His mouth was sensational; not hard, not soft, but a perfect fit for her own. His long fingers ran up and down her back and through her hair. The sensation was unbelievable. Her woo-hoo was starting to feel a little woo-hooish.

"Your mouth is so fucking amazing." She smiled up at him and continued to kiss his amazing, talented, sexy looking mouth. She was a goner. No doubt about it.

"I can't keep away from you. I can't keep up this sham. I need you Edward, right here, right now." She moved her hips up and pressed into him. She could feel his, err, microphone through his jeans.

"Is that a microphone in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

"It's a bit bigger than the microphone I showed you before, love." She stood back, a little startled.

"You know, maybe I should do a sound check on it before the show, just to test the quality of this resonance that you speak of." Edward inhaled sharply at her suggestion. She felt a little braver knowing she could have this effect on him.

"So, do I just blow on it, and say 'testing, testing, one, two , three', baby?" She slowly started to unzip his trousers.

"Or do I smack it a bit to check if it is working?" Just as she was about to touch his microphone a loud knocking startled her.

"Bella, wake up, you have babysitting duty."

She opened her eyes, feeling slightly discombobulated by her surroundings. She had fallen asleep in her car in the garage of the station.

Rosalie was now knocking on her window.

Her woo-hoo had the feint remnants of a something occurring. She cursed Rosalie under her breath and opened the car door. Ready to face him...

~~OtA~~

I will try for a weekly update now, just depends on my schedule (Ha! I have finished uni...I have a life now!).

The band name "Steely Dan" is actually named after a strap on dildo called Steely Dan in the book "The Naked Lunch". This is the only amazing fact that my husband knows that I actually listened to.