One chapter will talk about the past, one about the present until we reach the point where we began with the present. Confusing much? It keeps things interesting. ;)
Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.
Present time
The ring dance is the space between the tables. It looked bigger, but now that most of our guests are here, it's crammed. I don't really care. We're having fun.
I had no idea what music to choose so I allowed Alice to surprise me—and surprise me she did.
Currently, The Beatles is blasting out of the speakers, singing about holding hands.
I've ditched my shoes after a few songs, and now I can dance as much as I want. It seems my feet are on springs. I'll probably regret it in the morning, but for now I can have fun—it's our wedding.
Edward twirls me before bringing me to his chest and dipping his head down to kiss me. I moan into his kiss, melting against him.
Between lots of great music and dancing with everyone until I'm sure my feet will start yelling at me, one of the caterers comes to ask if we're ready for the garter and bouquet moment. Apparently, Alice has special music for those moments, too.
I did a good thing when I decided to hire her—she's awesome.
The guests return to their tables, while a chair is being situated in the middle of the room, the lights dim and a spotlight is on the chair.
"Uh." I sigh as I walk there.
Probably—hopefully—to ease my nerves, Edward almost skips there and sits on the chair, looking innocently at me.
"Now, you can all go so I can get my lap dance!" he exclaims.
I gasp, and right before reaching him, I make a turn heading to the first person in my sight. It just happens to be one Brown Enterprise employee that Edward hates. Jacob Black.
The DJ plays along with our silly game and Joe Cocker's voice fills the room. I wink at Jake and start swaying my hips, but I don't get to do much more before Edward's hands wrap around my waist.
"All fun and games until you give lap dances to other dudes."
"Yeah, Bella. Let the ink dry before you seek me out," Jake jokes.
Edward growls making me laugh, his arms tightening around me. "It's dried for a week now. Maybe you should just ask Vanessa out and stop pining after my wife."
Vanessa's eyes widen and she turns bright red.
True. They make goo-goo eyes all the time, but I doubt they ever acted on their feelings.
I clear my throat, tugging my crazy husband away from our colleagues. "Time for throwing the bouquet! Who wants...uh, make a line on the other side of the room," I tell them.
Not many raise, but it's funny how Edward is trying to push his younger sister back on her chair. She wins, of course.
I will do my best to avoid her, just so not to fight with Edward. He'll probably give me hell.
The DJ plays All the Single Ladies making me giggle. Fitting.
So looking over my shoulder, I try to aim toward Vanessa. Try being the keyword.
I hope like fuck it won't hit one of the mothers or someone sitting in the front. Just my luck.
Closing my eyes, I simply throw the bouquet over my head.
There's silence and when I open my eyes I see Edward's mouth hanging open.
Fuck.
Victoria caught it.
When he cringes it's like a sign because all of a sudden there are shouts from behind me. Frowning, I turn to see what happened...and burst in laughter. This is so me.
The bouquet is suspended on the candelabra in the room.
Holy fuck.
I think I just declared war upon the unmarried women.
Uh, what's a wedding without some embarrassments and fun?
While most of the women are jumping trying to reach it, although, it's too high, Alice takes the chair where I should sit for Edward to take off my garter and climbs on it, picks the bouquet and beams at everyone.
Everyone scatters away from the dance floor and I take my seat on the chair.
U Can't Touch This by M.C. Hammer starts playing making Edward frown when I cross my legs, laughing. It's the playful DJ's fault.
Edward opens my legs, pursing his lips before trailing his hands over my calves. Legs by ZZ Top starts playing. It's good to see someone is living the moment. I bet I'll die laughing over the years when I see the tape.
"Left or right?" Edward asks, cocking his head to the side.
"Find out on your own, honey."
Both his hands trail higher on my legs until his right hand reaches my garter on my left leg. The smirk on his face alerts the DJ that the groom discovered the treasure and as his head disappears under my dress, Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins starts playing.
Oh, yes.
I can feel Edward's breath on my legs as he laughs. His lips press against my knee then higher, higher until it's clear over the skirt of my dress where his head is.
Now I know why most women opt for fluffy dresses.
"Baby..." I beg him, pushing against his head to move him away from where he's now biting at the flimsy material of my panties, accidentally or not touching my pussy.
Aaand the prompt DJ puts on a songs that turns me every shade of red on this planet: Khia - My Neck, My Back (Lick It).
My Neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack
My Neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack
My Neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack
My Neck, my back
Lick my pussy and my crack
First you gotta put your neck into it
Don't stop, just do, do it
Then you roll your tongue, from the crack back to the front
then suck it off til I shake and cum nigga
make sure I keep bustin nuts nigga
all over your face and stuff
slow head show me so much love
the best head comes from a thug
the dick good dick big and long
slow fuckin til the crack of dawn
on the edge makin faces n stuff
Through the night, making so much love
Dead sleep when the sun comes up
Edward seemed to have frozen when the song started playing, but when I shift, he snaps out of it and goes to the garter, in his haste to get out of my skirt, he bites my skin too making me shout in pain.
Misinterpretation is a horrible thing, because everyone, including the DJ think something else happened, thus Congratulations by Cliff Richards blaring from the speakers.
I'm going to kill my husband. Right after I have my way with him tonight.
Avoiding eye-contact with me, he turns around and after eyeing his targets, he throws the garter away.
It lands on James's plate. I bet it was a mistake, because a moment later, he charges toward his friend, finger pointing.
"I dare you to hurt her, and I'll end you!" Edward's voice gets my attention. He's standing in front of James, who's paler than usual.
I wonder what's so difficult to ask the one you love to marry you.
Men.
I want to crawl somewhere and become invisible, or just strangle the DJ. Speaking of, I decide to head there and give him a piece of my mind on his taste in music.
But to my shock, I find Alice, Rose and Emmett huddled over the laptop. The DJ is MIA.
"In my defense, I couldn't resist. I always wanted to do something like this to the few weddings I attended," Alice says sweetly.
"In my defense," I start, towering over her. "Not even the dogs will find your body!"
Emmett starts laughing. "Did you have fun?"
I open my mouth to retort, but I can't deny it. It was fun...to some extent.
"Whose bright idea was to put that outrageous song?" Edward snaps from behind me. "Sorry, love." He wraps his arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him.
"It was my idea," Rose says proudly, smiling at us. "They helped."
Edward gasps in mock-shock. "And I call you my sister!"
"Sometimes." She winks. "Most of the times you refer to be as bitch."
"But I love you for some reason," he says softly and hugs her.
"Sibling group huuuuug!" Victoria shouts, running toward them and snuggling in their hug.
I love their relationship—it's crazy but always strong. Edward and Rose can fight and be close to killing each other one moment, and the next they're hugging and kissing. Same goes for Victoria. This is a true bond.
"Ready for cake time?" Alice squeals, clapping.
"I guess, though Victoria doesn't get any, and neither are you! You two are way too hyper without sugar in your system," I warn her.
"Aw, but I want!" Alice pouts.
"Of course, you get cake. Duh! What kind of host would I be not to feed you?"
"A very mean one." She winks, kissing my cheek. "But you're a sweetheart."
"Alice, can you tone it down?" Edward asks amused. "First, I find you in bed with my wife, now you're complimenting her. Am I missing something?"
"Bummer. There goes our affair," I say as seriously as I can.
"Hmph. You're not funny, wife of mine," Edward mutters.
"I must have lost my touch."
"He definitely has his touch with him!" Emmett jokes, bumping Edward's shoulder.
"Nothing happened! I kinda...got lost in search of the garter."
"Yeah, yeah. You're delusional, dude! The whole room knew you were having dessert."
I moan, burrowing my face in Edward's chest.
Thankfully, the caterers appear, asking if it is okay to bring the cake. I nod, shooing our crazy friends to the table.
It's nice to see that when the cake appears, everyone starts salivating. It is beautiful, but I know how delicious it is, too.
Edward holds my hand while I cut a piece for us to share. We eat without any funny business, and while our guests get a piece of cake, we share a cup of champagne, finishing the cake on our plate.
"Is this how you wanted it?" he murmurs in my ear.
"What, sweetie?"
"The wedding." He waves around.
"It's pretty awesome—better than I imagined. But you know that we could have married in the ghetto and I wouldn't have minded. As long as you were there, I don't give a fuck."
"Sounds legit." He nods, chuckling before leaning to kiss my mouth. "Fuck, baby. I can't wait to have you all to myself tonight."
"Are we going...wherever tonight?" I wonder, stroking his hair.
"Nah. I figured we'd be tired, and horny. So yeah. We are going home. See? I didn't lie. Then in the morning we leave for our honeymoon."
"Home," I snort. "Oh my God. Did you talk with anyone about this?"
"Yep. I've been threatened from every side, but you know I'm stubborn." He grins at me, showing me his beautiful white teeth.
"Is the sleigh taking us home?" I add, giggling.
"I didn't think of that. If you want, I can call—"
"No." I pat his chest. "We can take the cab. Or, not. Better—the underground."
"You're making fun of your husband, Mrs. Cullen. This is so not funny."
"When my hubby is insane, of course I make of fun of him."
"Do you mind if I steal my new daughter for a dance?" Carlisle cuts in our silly moment.
"Sure, Dad. Take care of her." Edward kisses my forehead. "I'm going to get Mom to dance."
"Good luck with that one!" Carlisle shouts after him, chuckling.
"So Esme's not a dancer?" I ask, placing my hand in his.
"Not exactly, but neither I am, though here I am. It's customary to dance with the bride. It brings luck, or so your mother lied to me." He smiles, showing me his dimples. Pity Edward didn't inherit them—only Victoria is the lucky one.
PS: I have been nominated of fic of the week on tehlemonadestand with One of the Boys. Can you pretty please with Rob on top head there and vote? Thank you. :)
