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storyline - Heart/Crystal Beachin'

prompt - "I'd like to thank..."

Bella gave Edward's package a squeeze. She'd drenched him, but not in the sexy way.

"You gonna take care of it or you gonna squeeze it like a piece of fruit?" he asked, eyes flashing randily.

"I can't take care of it right here, Edward," Bella huffed, gripping extra hard to make a point.

Edward winced, and then groaned, sagging against the wall. "I can't even deny it anymore, I want you really bad."

Bella looked both ways and then pulled Edward further down the alley way, where they would be partially hidden by the dumpster. She pushed him up against the wall and attacked, peppering his neck with bites and kisses. He hooked her leg around him, thanking the heavenlies for short-shorts.

Right as their making out hit critical levels, Edward convulsed. Bella smiled to herself; she was getting pretty worked up too.

"You like that?" she whispered, grinding against his crotch. It would make her crotch smell like beer, but it was worth it.

"No, I mean yeah but…" He convulsed again, and Bella realized he was gagging. "I keep getting whiffs of the stench…"

Yeah, the garbage smelled pretty ripe. Rancid seafood and rotting produce did not a savory aroma make.

"Just breathe through your mouth…"

"I can't. We're kissing."

A particularly bad breeze blew just then, sending both Edward and Bella away from their hiding place and back to the restaurant door.

"I should get home," Edward said. "So I can change. We're pretty much done for the day but we still have to report back to the main office, talk to the boss and all that."

Bella nodded, smoothing down her shirt. "Okay. Can we hang out tonight?"

"Of course." He kissed her again.

The door opened, almost sending them sprawling. "Um, no offense Bella, but you need to get your ass back in here. It's busy and we don't have all day to lick our wounds if you know what I'm sayin'," Lauren said, hand on a bony hip.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Come on."

Edward winked, giving his girl a little push on the bum.

"So, you get any alleyway action back there?" Emmett asked.

Edward stopped at a light and shook his head. "Nah, dude. It smelled like ass back there. Like – "

"Yeah, but Bella's got a nice ass –"

"Em!" Edward scowled, looking disbelievingly at his best friend. "I mean it smelled like garbage back there, literally. There was an overflowing dumpster!"

Emmett sat back, chastened. "My bad."

"And keep your eyes on Rosalie," Edward muttered.

Jasper, sitting between the other two in the truck, rolled his eyes. "All right, all right gentleman. Chill out. Em, you got the sign off sheet for Carlisle?"

"Right here," Em said, patting his briefcase. It was a little incongruous with his mode of employ but, what-evs. It kept their paperwork nice and oil/food/paint free.

"Good. Maybe now we can get the Ellison job since we finished the condos before Jake and those fools," Jasper said. "That's gonna be good money, man."

"Carlisle might just put us with Jake's crew, though," Edward said, pulling into the dust little parking lot where Carlisle's office was located. "It's a pretty big job."

Emily, the receptionist, greeted the trio with a smile and gestured toward the back office.

"Hey, boys," Carlisle said, rising from his chair. Even though he owned Cullen Construction, he still often worked out in the field, getting his hands dirty.

Besides, women liked rough, dirty men. He knew because Esme–

"Hey Dad," Edward said, plopping down on the chair in front of him.

"Hey Carlisle," Jasper and Emmett chimed, sitting alongside Edward.

"So, I got a very positive phone call from Alistair; he's quite pleased with the work you did on his condos. You have the paper work?"

Emmett handed over the documents.

"Excellent." Carlisle nodded, flipping through the stapled papers. "I would like to thank you boys for a job well done. I think you've earned the Ellison job –"

"Yes!" Emmett fist pumped.

"—along with Jake, Paul and Jared. You're going to need the extra man power."

Edward, Emmett and Jasper groaned collectively, already dreading the upcoming work weeks. Jake and his douche brigade were almost impossible to deal with. Cocky, cheesy mofros.

"Hey. Relax. It's a job, not a social call," Carlisle said, frowning. "Anyway, enjoy the rest of the day off. And… what is that smell? Who bathed in a brewery?"

"Ah, that's just Ed," Em said. "His chick dumped beer on his lap."

"That's nice," Carlisle said absently. "Why don't you come by tonight, bring the girls by? Esme's been on my case to have you all over for dinner. We'll even fire up the Jacuzzi."

Immediately, soft porn images of the Jacuzzi after dark filled Edward's mind.

And Emmett's. And even Jasper's. Once the girls were liquored up and the 'rents had gone to bed, it was on like popcorn.

"We'll be there."

Alice finished her evening pole dance routine to "Ice Ice Baby".

Wiping her forehead with a towel, she made her way inside, where Bella and Rose were painting their nails for their night out.

"I'm gonna go shower."

"Well, hurry," Bella urged. "They're going to be here in fifty three minutes."

At Rose's urging, Bella had worn one of her sexier dresses with a bikini underneath so it looked like she was more covered than she was. Or something. At least, that's what Rose had said.

The coral color "popped" against Bella's newly tan skin, and she had to admit –secretly—that she looked hot as hell.

By the time the boys arrived, the girls were set and ready to go (in any and every way). Emmett had insisted on driving his ginormous Jeep, which was set on oversized wheels, like a monster truck. He had to hoist the ladies in to the vehicle, which the exception of Bella, who Edward insisted on helping himself.

Rose sat up front with Emmett while Alice and Bella took laps in the back. This was a great arrangement for Jasper and Edward for obvious reasons, and it worked for Em because now he could focus on his Rose, who kept placing his hand at the warm apex of her thighs.

"Let's stop and get wine for dinner," suggested Jasper, noticing the store coming up on their right.

Unfortunately, they didn't notice until it was too late that Jake and the douche brigade were parked right alongside them.

And they'd totally noticed the girls.

In fact, Jake had his fingers in a 'V', and he was flicking his tongue between them at Bella, who grimaced in disgust.

Edward sighed, tightening his grip on his girl. "Yo, Jasper. Get my Glock."