Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.
Authors note: Thankyou for everyone's ongoing support with my drabble! When it is eventually completed, I will have a prequel in the works!
Thursday came around quicker than I wanted it to. I'd spend the whole of Wednesday researching Jasper-Hale Cullen and Emmett Cullen but as I expected, there was nothing to my found on Edward Cullen in my world. Only a Spanish BDSM star known as Big Edwardo C and I highly doubted that was the fella in England.
I heard a car horn honk outside and guessed it was Eric in the car. I double checked my suitcase and my carry on. I had several sets of lingerie - though I hoped to squeeze in some shopping, and a couple of vibrators; I didn't think I'd need them with three men in three days but who knew? It looked like I was ready for the ten days ahead. Then I started patting my pants pockets.
"Passport, check. Ticket, check. iPod, check." I muttered.
I dragged my case down the stairs, and my carry on hanging off my shoulder. I was met with Eric's driver at the bottom of the stairs who took the bags from the little, struggling me. He put the bags into the trunk while I climbed into the black car.
"Morning, sweetie," grinned Eric.
"You couldn't have come up and helped me?" I complained.
"And ruin my manicure? Oh hell no,"
"Manicure? Eric, you're gay, not female," I laughed.
"Plenty of men like to look well groomed," He defended.
I shook my head in disbelief and settled in the leather seat. We had a long flight ahead of us, eight hours to be exact, John F Kennedy airport to Heathrow in London. Just as the car pulled up to the departure terminal, I inspected my ticket.
"Business class?" I asked, surprised.
"I had to fork out for those babies myself, the company are going to reimburse when they pay out from the job, but only the best for my girl," Eric cooed.
I leant across and kissed his cheek as way of thank-you. His squeaky, camp voice irritated me at times but he did really look out for me.
Checking in ourselves and our bags was no problem; I wasn't fond of flying so we squeezed in a quick cocktail for dutch courage before boarding. A hostess escorted us to our seats; I never understood why they did that. You've seen the shape of a plane right? Long, tube type thing? You can't exactly get lost!
I shoved my carry on into the overhead storage and sat comfortably beside Eric.
"So, did you Google the Cullens?"
"I did," I responded flatly.
"And?"
"And nothing, Eric. There's nothing to be found on Edward. I've got no real idea of what I'm getting myself into here… or who I'm letting get into me!" I laughed.
Eric spent the next three minutes cackling his head off like a witch.
"What about the tall, dark haired guy? Emmett?" Eric interrogated.
"He looks… decent," I nodded.
"Bella Boo, he's HUGE, like all over! Can you imagine what he'll be like on set?"
"Are you talking about his cooooock?"
The plane had set off as I spoke, as a result, my words elongated and I ended up talking a lot louder. Eric was roaring with laughter again.
"Dirty girl, Bella Boo,"
We remained quiet for a while, I munched on free peanuts and Eric watched a movie. His attention span was often limited and soon I noticed his eyes wandering astray…
"What?" I asked.
"Do you think he's gay?" Eric whispered.
"I don't know… would you actually join the mile high club?"
Eric shrugged.
"Maybe,"
I shook my head and shut my eyes. If I could sleep through most of this journey, it would be a blessing.
-BS-
It was a flight attendant who woke me.
"Excuse me, Miss? We're getting ready to land."
I blinked and found my focus.
"Thank-you," The attendant smiled and walked away, starting to wake other sleeping passengers.
I looked next to me, no Eric. Where was he? I turned around in my seat to find the attendant knocking on the bathroom door.
"Excuse me? Sir or Madam? We're preparing to land,"
I watched. Sure enough, sixty seconds later, a sheepish looking Eric and another guy came slinking out of the teeny tiny bathroom. Eric quickly turned his look into a broad grin and sat back next to me looking very proud.
"You have no shame," I told him.
He grinned like a kid at Christmas and stayed very, very quiet.
The plane landed smoothly and we were met at arrivals by the producer of the mini-movies.
"Bella Swan?" A hairy hand held out to me.
"Yes? You are?"
"Marcus, set producer. I thought it appropriate for myself to meet you; we can go over details in the car,"
"Sure," I smiled and waited for our baggage.
Once we reached the car and were settled, we got down to business.
"When will I meet the Cullens?"
"Miss Swan, Eric tells me you're due for a sexual health screening?"
"Yes, that's right," Eric confirmed.
"In which case, I'll have my boys screened too. It can all be done tomorrow; you can meet them then,"
"Perfect," Eric agreed and they started to talk times and places.
Tomorrow.
Let's do it.
Until tomorrow...