Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.

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So... Drunk Edward is molesting Chief's daughter. Hehe. Enjoy!

I knew that once he fell asleep, I had to go pick up the mess we had made on our way to my room, but it was difficult to think when he sucked at my nipples like that and when his fingers were moving so deliciously over my body.

"Oh!" I gasped when he bit on my left nipple making juices coat his fingers inside me. His other hand was moving over my ribs making me shiver. I was his piano tonight.

When he had carried me here, I thought we wouldn't even make it to my room before he buried his cock inside me, but I was wrong. Edward seemed to be quite romantic when he was drunk.

I kicked at his boxers and grasped his shaft, squeezing and tugging. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he let out a loud moan. I attacked him with kisses and switched positions. It wasn't often when I stayed on top, but tonight I thought it would be a nice change.

There was only one problem as he tried to guide his little friend inside me. There wasn't a rubber.

"Wait," I said, breathlessly. "Where are the condoms?"

He looked at me dazed, his eyes slightly unfocused. For a second, I feared he'd forget this in the morning. He was so drunk. What was in Dad's head to get him so drunk? Was he testing us? Was he going to come back early and see if we'd been good?

"Condoms?" I insisted, pushing the worry away.

"I love you," Edward murmured and kissed my nose.

"Edward, did you pack condoms?" I asked, exasperated, untangling from him and searching for his wallet. It had just some cash and other stuff I didn't need at the moment. "Edward!" I snapped, hoping to make him realize what was going on. I picked the bag and started rummaging through it, flinging clothes on the floor.

His long arms wrapped around me and I found myself facing the wall then, a second later, my chest was pressed to the wall as Edward lifted my right leg and entered me from behind.

My protest was caught in my throat as the sensations of him inside me, from that position coursed through me. My stomach clenched, my heart started pounding almost in rhythm with my brain. With every beat of my heart and with every pound of Edward inside me, my brain went 'CONDOM!'

I slapped my hands on the wall and pressed my butt to Edward making him curse under his breath. His hands cupped my ass cheeks and suddenly, he slapped me. The slap seemed wired to my pussy. I shouted in ecstasy and begged for more. His movements were a little sloppy, but he was too far gone to be his precise self. I found myself bending, bringing him deeper inside me, until he caught my hips and buried himself balls deep. I came right on the spot at feeling every vein of Edward's cock stretching and pulling at me. He kept pounding and when I felt him twitching, I knew I had to act. As much as I wanted to have him inside and experience this together, I kept having flashes of little bronze haired kids with green and brown eyes, running around.

"Out! Out!" I hissed, trying to push him off me. He didn't listen. "Edward! Please!" I squirmed under him, feeling a wave of panic hit me.

I managed to move from under him and turn around. He was watching me pained, his hips rocking in the air. I caught his cock and tugged on it a few times. He came on my stomach, shouting my name then covering my body with his and pressing us into the wall, his lips kissing me urgently.

I moved him backwards and the second he was on the bed, he started snoring. I rushed to the bathroom, turning on the shower and aiming the head to my pussy, praying under my breath there weren't going to be any little Edwards running around any time soon. Sure, I wanted them, but later. Much later. When I was sure I was Edward-semen free, I wrapped a towel around my body and went downstairs, picking our clothes. I couldn't find my panties and started panicking. Weren't people supposed to be drowsy after sex? I was fully alert, running up and down the stairs. What the hell had he done with them?

I didn't have the heart to wake him and ask. I was sure he wasn't even going to remember. I took another look in the hallway upstairs and to my horror, I found them on Dad's door handle. I snatched them as if they burned and dashed to my room, closing the door after me.

I looked toward Edward, biting my lip and wondering if I could put his boxers on while he slept. I didn't want Dad coming home and finding him naked on my bed. I ended up putting the towel around his hips while I slipped in a nightgown and clean panties. I went downstairs and lay on the couch. I couldn't sleep. I hadn't slept away from Edward in so long… After turning around a hundred times, I managed to fall asleep.

"ISABELLA!"

I shot up, hitting my head on the coffee table, probably. When I opened my eyes, I saw the under side of the coffee table. What the hell? Then I realized I was on the floor and a butt naked Edward was snoring loudly on the couch. I'm so gonna kill your drunk ass, Cullen.

"Dad," I said meekly.

"KITCHEN!" he thundered.

How could he sleep though that? With a final murderous look at Edward's naked butt, I followed my father.

"Can you explain?"

"I swear, Dad, I left him in my room, sleeping."

"Naked?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shrugged. "He was pretty drunk. He likes to sleep like that. He told me," I added when Charlie's mustache twitched.

"I'd like to believe you, kid. But I can't!"

"And if we did anything you don't want to talk about, it's your fault!" I shouted. "Why did you let him drink?"

He didn't have an answer to that one. As we glared at each other, there was a shrill noise coming from the living room. Edward's phone. It kept ringing.

You've got to be kidding! The dead would hear that!

"Hold on," I muttered to Charlie and stomped to the living room, snatched the phone from the coffee table and answered.

"Hello?"

"Bella?"

"What, Bob?" I hissed, restraining the urge to slap Edward's drunken ass.

"I just talked with coach, he wants a meeting tonight. Can you put Edward on the phone?"

"He's sleeping," I answered and touched his side with my knee. Nothing. He could be dead if it wasn't for the snores.

"Oh, right. Just tell him, would you? There's something important."

"Okay. I'll pass on the info."

"You're great! Well, have a nice day!"

"It's gonna be fabulous," I said with fake cheerfulness. He missed my tone and chuckled, hanging up.

"Edward Cullen, get your ass up, right now!" I hissed in his ear.

His hand moved over his ear, as if trying to send a fly away.

"Edward!" I slapped the back of his head. His snores reached a high note. "Anthony!"

His eyes snapped open and he looked a little scared. It was that second that I realized my mistake. His birth parents used to call him Anthony when he was in trouble.

We looked at each other for a second then he closed his eyes and groaned, rubbing his fingers to his forehead.

"Headache?" I whispered, all my anger gone.

"Bella, I'm not done!" Charlie yelled from the kitchen.

"Why am I naked?" Edward mumbled. "Did your dad…? Holy fuck!" His eyes widened. "Would he shoot me?"

"Go and get dressed. I'll take care of Dad and then bring you something for your head."

"You're an angel," he whispered and kissed my forehead, rushing upstairs, just as the kitchen's door opened.

"Oh, your Prince Charming woke up!" Charlie reached for his gun.

"DAD! Leave him alone. It's only your fault! You got him drunk and now, I have to go take care of his headache before we head back to school."

He seemed to deflate and followed me into the kitchen as I filled a glass with water.

"Look, Bells, I shouldn't have allowed him to drink-"

"You want to tell me that he got that drunk because he just felt like it?" I snapped, whirling around, sloshing the water from the glass.

"Ummm, Bella…" Charlie scratched the back of his head. "We just talked and I didn't realize how much he had to drink until Sue came to drive us."

My eyes narrowed at him. "What if he had been seriously hurt while-"

The door of the kitchen opened and I rushed to Edward's side, offering him the pills and the water. He tried to smile, but it was a grimace.

"How are you feeling, boy?" Charlie asked, trying to sound concerned.

I glared at him and took Edward's hand, leading him upstairs to my room. He fell on the bed, groaning.

We got dressed and after another few words with Charlie, we left. Edward even allowed me to drive. We stopped for food in Port Angeles, and I was shocked when I saw Edward emerging from McDonald's with three bags of food, grinning.

"You realize that when we get back, you're meeting with Coach?"

"Yep." He nodded and unwrapped a cheeseburger. "Want some?"

"And put grease on your precious steering wheel? No," I answered, smirking.

"Fair enough," he admitted and returned to his food.

After some time, he decided to feed me, and my stomach erupted in butterflies at the sweet gesture. At first, I looked at him weird, but when he shrugged, I smiled and opened my mouth to allow the fry inside.

The second I parked the car, Edward was out and with a wave, he disappeared in the direction of the arena.

He did not just leave me with all these bags! I decided not to move anything and just go upstairs to my room.

I met with Alice outside my room and she looked giddy, bouncing around.

"What happened?" I wondered, following her inside her room.

"You know they are meeting with Shaw?" she asked. I nodded and she grinned, continuing, "Well, he has great news! Like, amazing!"

"Oh?" I was confused.

"They are in their last year, Bella! NBA comes to select only one of them if they like! And you know how Emmett wants this so much…"

"Ah…I didn't know," I admitted.

"This is his dream since high school. I really hope it goes well. They're going to stick around and watch the games for the next few months."

"Christmas is coming," I reminded her.

"After New Year," she said, impatiently.

After an hour of waiting for the boys, they came back, laughing and joking around. I was helping Alice with her wedding plans when they bounded inside. She had decided to wait until summer.

"How did it go?" she asked, the second she saw Emmett.

"We'll see," he said. He didn't look happy for some reason.

"Where's Edward?" I asked, looking around.

"With my sister," Jasper whispered. "But don't go. They'll be here any second."

When they came inside, I saw that Emmett barely glanced at Edward. Something had happened. But what?

We went to grab a late lunch, and on the way to wherever we were heading, I took Edward's hand, making him slow down. He glanced at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Well? What's up with Emmett?" I asked.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's a long story."

"We have time," I insisted.

"Shaw wants me to…be selected. He kept hinting at it, giving me as an example to the officials from NBA. I honestly don't know what to…say. I never thought of this."

"It's your brother's dream."

"I know, Bella." He eyed me then sighed heavily. "The way Shaw put it…it sounded so easy, so nice. I always wanted to be a doctor. Well, not always, once I arrived at the Cullens. Carlisle had a great influence on me."

"I can tell." I smiled.

Edward smirked. "So you see how I always wanted just this one thing… Basketball? Not so much. Emmett dragged me to the team in high school."

"Yet you agreed to everything," Emmett shouted. I hadn't realized they were paying attention to our conversation.

"What did you want me to do? I had to agree with him," Edward said, defensively.

"Oh, I don't know!" Emmett exclaimed, raising his arms in exasperation. "You could have pushed me in front of you and tell Coach that was MY dream!"

"And I plan to tell him. I didn't want to make a scene in front of the officials."

"Riiight!" Emmett snorted and stormed off.

"I don't want this!" Edward shouted after him, but his brother didn't hear or didn't want to hear.

"I told you to let me do it!" Rose hissed.

"It's not my fault he was listening to what I was talking to Bella," Edward snapped.

Rose's eyes narrowed at him then she turned on her heels and went after her boyfriend. Great! What else was going to happen? First, Rose and Alice didn't talk, then Emmett and Jasper, now, Emmett and Edward.

"Do you have something to say? Because if you do, you better let it out, now," Edward growled at Alice, who was watching him with a weird look since Emmett had stormed off.

"You don't understand how this twin thing works, do you? He hurts, I hurt. And right now, he is hurt pretty badly," she murmured.

"For fuck's sake! I never asked for any of this shit!" Edward yelled, running both hands through his hair.

"But don't you see his point?" Jasper asked, calmly.

"What point?" Edward hissed.

"Man, he was the first in the high school team and he thought to include you, too. You were better than him. You started liking basketball and not before long, you were captain, stealing his position." Edward opened his mouth to protest, but Jasper held up his hand. "Let me finish. Then you came here, to college. You already had high recommendation from Coach Clapp at school and you became captain without working for it. Don't you see? When someone says Cullen, everyone thinks of you and if they meant Emmett, they rectify by 'the other Cullen.' How do you think Emmett feels?" Jasper asked, searching Edward's eyes.

To me, it made perfect sense why Emmett was hurt and upset. To Edward, not so much. He kept being stubborn.

"And what part of 'I never wanted this' don't you get? I love basketball, don't get me wrong, but I'll give it all to Emmett. I'd love to be 'the other Cullen' if you understand me," he muttered.

"Do you want me to explain this to him?" Alice whispered, stepping closer and looking up at Edward. She was biting her lip, evident worry attached to her face.

Edward shrugged. "Whatever." He glanced at me and started walking away.

I knew that this had affected him more than they could realize. I offered them a tense smile and sprinted after Edward. I fell in step with him and he studiously ignored me until we arrived to a small snack place. He held the door open, head held high, eyes hard.

After ordering some food and taking our seats, he let his head fell on his hands, groaning loudly.

"They have no idea that I never wanted the spotlight," he mumbled. "Before Em asked me to join, do you know what I was signed up to?" he chuckled, shaking his head.

"No idea," I whispered.

"Piano." I gasped and he raised his head, smirking at me. "But then, Emmett told me everything about basketball, showed me recorded games, explained it in such a light that I fell in love with it. And when he asked for a game outside the house, I said yes. It was amazing, then at school, I loved it even more. If I wasn't thinking that people are watching me, I could do amazing. That's how I do it, actually. I imagine it's just me and the other guys in the court."

I blinked, taking it all in. Edward hated spotlight. That was snort worthy if I hadn't known him well.

"So, you're going to talk with Coach Shaw and tell him…your brother wants that?" I questioned him.

"That's the plan."

We focused on our food, but I could see, he was still thinking about this.

"It seemed to me that everything we do is fight. All of us," he muttered after a few minutes. "Rosalie and Alice fought about the wedding, Jasper and Emmett about the wedding but for different reasons, you fought with Rosalie about the Jacob thing, now I'm fighting with Emmett and probably Alice, too, since she's on his side. Why can't we be at peace?"

"You forgot about our fight," I added lightly, unsure if I should mention that.

His green eyes met mine and a smile spread on his face. "Yeah. That too."

I took his hand and squeezed it. "Everything will be okay."

I was wrong. Everything went wrong after Edward's private meeting with his coach. Somehow, Shaw convinced Edward to try this, telling him that he could be a doctor after he finished his basketball career. He had been so adamant to recommend his brother and when he came to me later in the evening, telling me he'd try to do his best, all hope went out the window.

Needless to say, Edward was training more, which meant less time with me. Emmett was easily annoyed, snapping if something didn't go his way. After the last game before Christmas, when the officials from NBA, took Edward aside, smiling and clapping his back, I thought Emmett would have a coronary. I waited for Edward to take him to his room, locking us inside, afraid of Emmett's wrath.

I was dreading Christmas with the Cullens. I knew Emmett would explode and the outcome could be disastrous.

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