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not beta'd

storyline - Heart/Crystal Beachin'

prompt - choir

Bella didn't have much experience with boys and sex, but if Edward's moaning and groaning was any indication, he was about to blow his load. She was pretty close, too.

Rose said that coming together was extra special, so Bella tried to time her orgasm to match Edward's.

"B-B-Bell-aah," he panted suddenly, holding her really tight around her waist.

"Is this it?" she breathed excitedly. "Are you gonna come?"

"Yes! Are you?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

They rode it out for a couple of moments, as sweet and sticky as the hot buns as McDonalds on Sunday morning.

"Wow," Bella said, collapsing against Edward, her nipple slipping from his mouth. "I think I actually heard a choir of angels, that was so beautiful."

Edward thought that might have been the classical music his parents tended to play after their lovemaking, but he kept that to himself. Last thing he wanted to think about was those two doin' it, especially when he had Hottie McHottie on his lap.

"Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think we should like…clean the Jacuzzi?"

"Probably."

"Everyone will know," Bella hissed, scrambling off of him as she adjusted her bikini, both the top and the bottom. "We gotta hurry!"

"Girl, they already know," Edward said, rubbing his belly contentedly as he following her out of the water. "Besides, what do you think they've all been doing?"

Bella blinked, wrapping her towel around her. Realization dawned on her as she gaped at Edward, who smirked back at her.

"Rose and Em have been in the 'bathroom' a long time, don't you think?" he asked, using air quotes. "And Jasper doesn't give two craps about the beach at night."

"But you do," Bella cooed, remembering the night Edward had entertained her with tales of constellations.

"I do, for sure."

They kissed again as the sweet, salty air blew languidly by.

"Edward?"

"Hm?"

"Take me home."

"Thought I just did." He winked pervily.

Bella smacked his chest, charmed by his wit. "If you play your cards right I'll let you take me home again once you take me home."

"You'll be the death of me," he moaned, smiling down at her, his eyes twinkling like the starry emerald orbs they were. Totally astronomic.

"Only the little death," Bella murmured, grabbing his hand. "Le petit mort."

Edward frowned, because he didn't speak French and he'd only been kidding about dying, but Bella was hot so he followed her back in to the house anyway.

So much for cleaning the Jacuzzi.

The next few weeks breezed by.

Bella was becoming more and more proficient at waitressing; she managed to keep her drinks upright.

Well, unless the Arthurs came in. They'd discovered that the girls were working at the Sea Shack and now made every effort to lunch there on a regular basis. Bella didn't want to be rude, but she couldn't help it if she was clumsier around them than other patrons.

Meanwhile, Rose was learning the art of bartending. She'd always loved making the fruit n' frothys anyway, so this was a natural progression. Maggie, the bartender, loved teaching Rose her craft. Bella thought secretly it was because Rose looked like a young Maggie, right down to the huge but perky boobs and blonde hair.

Alice continued to do rake in the tips, as well. She really wanted to find a place in town where she could showcase her pole dancing talents, but Rose and Bella (and Aunt Claire, when asked if she would allow it at the Sea Shack) advised her to keep it under wraps. Or at least, at the house where only Jasper, Emmett and Edward would see. Other people mightn't understand that Alice did it for the art, not money.

Or to be an exhibitionist. That was Rosie's thing.

On a busy Thursday afternoon, right in the middle of the Thirsty Thursday Happy Hour, Bella ran in to Jessica, who was fuming and red faced as she stalked out of the supply room.

"Jess? What happened?"

"That, that HO is what happened!" Jessica cried, pointing.

Emerging from the room was a tall blonde, drenched in what looked like salad dressing and beer, followed by…

"Edward?" Bella asked, looking from him to the blonde.

"Bella, this is so not what it looks like," he said quickly, holding his hands out as he came to her.

Bella backed away slowly. "What does it look like?"

"She was trying to get her hand down his pants," Jessica snarled. "All she's gonna do is play him and leave him like she did before."

Bella was confused, and a little sick.

"Oh, shove it, Jessica," the blonde snapped.

"You shove it, Tanya!" Jessica yelled.

"Tanya?" Bella whispered.

"Bella!" Edward begged.

"Edward," sniffled Bella.

"Nothing happened, I swear," said Edward. "Please."

Bella wanted to believe him, but this looked bad. She turned to Jessica. "Tell the truth. What did you see?"

nope, still not angsty so don't freak out.