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<b>**Edward Cullen**</b></div>
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“So Bella’s just sitting there with the cutest expression on her face as Eric – you know, the director – tells her we’ll be shooting most of the love scenes last. Of course this silly girl knows she’s going to be playing a rug muncher, but she still looks like her pretty brown eyes are about to pop right out of her skull.” Tanya paused, taking a big gulp of her martini before bouncing right back into her story. Bella, I noticed, has been unusually quiet since the moment we entered the restaurant. Maybe she’s just tired...</div>
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“Of course, I’m kind of girl who jumps in feet first, so I figured I’d help our girl out by laying one on her right off the bat – that way she didn’t spend the following three weeks worrying about the fact that she was going to have to make out with a woman,” Tanya and I laughed at this, while Bella snorted a little and blushed.</div>
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“Aww, Darlin’. Were you nervous?” I cooed, squeezing her thigh. </div>
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“You know I was,” she laughed, nudging my shoulder playfully. Bella and I had spoken at length, prior to her taking this role, about the fact that she was nervous about the sex scenes, the kissing in particular. My only suggestion for her had been to close her eyes and pretend it was me. Of course, I never would have given her that advice if she’d been required to kiss another man. </div>
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Personally, I would rather she didn’t lock lips with anyone but me, but since her job required it, I was, at the very least, thankful it was with another chick and not some hot shot actor that might try to seduce my girl into the king sized bed of his multi-million-dollar mansion. </div>
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Not that I thought Bella cared about money or my lack thereof, but the idea of some asshole making a play for my girl really got my blood boiling.</div>
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“So, Edward, Bella tells me you’re a tattoo artist?” Tanya asks, turning her sharp blue eyes in my direction.</div>
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“Yes, ma’am.” I grinned, smiling at my girl. “That’s how we met.”</div>
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“And a southern boy too! My oh’ my, Miss Bella, you sure know how to pick them,” Tanya teased. Bella’s eyes widened at Tanya’s words, and she seemed to stiffen suddenly. In the circular booth we were sitting in, Bella was wedged between </div>
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“Are you alright?” I asked her and she nodded, but her eyes cut to Tanya.</div>
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“Fine... I just... I need some fresh air,” she answered tightly, so I slid out of the booth, letting her out on my side. Within seconds, she up and out of her seat, and heading toward the restrooms.</div>
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The sudden urge to go after her was nipping at me heels, and I nearly did – would have, had Tanya not shimmied closer to my side of the booth. I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden, like a rat in a cage, like I was being studied and scrutinized. </div>
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“What are your intentions with Bella?” Tanya asked, her voice void of the friendly tone it held just moments earlier.</div>
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“I’m not sure why you’re asking, but if you really want to know... if she’ll have me, I plan to marry her and love her for the rest of my life,” I said, my brow raised in irritation. “What is this? Did you invite us here so you could... what? Intimidate me, and give me the third degree?”</div>
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“I want her...” Tanya admitted, shocking the hell out of me. “...but I know that will never happen... so at the very least, I wanted to make sure you weren’t taking advantage of her and her... considerable wealth.”</div>
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“What the fuck?” Those few syllables were all my lips could manage as I was pretty much stunned to silence.</div>
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“I’m a good judge of character, and I believe you genuinely care for her. I just needed to know for sure, that way I don’t regret backing off on my efforts to seduce her.” Her tone was so blunt and matter-a-fact that I almost laughed at her strange rationalization. Almost.</div>
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“Does Bella know about this?” I huffed angrily. Bella had never given me any indication that she doubted my love. The very idea of it sickened me and I had to wonder if Tanya was filling her head with suspicions, making her paranoid. Was that why she seemed off all night?</div>
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“Of course not,” Tanya seemed offended that I even asked.</div>
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“What the fuck am I supposed to think?”</div>
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“Just know this... if you ever fuck up... I’ll be on that girl like white on rice.”</div>
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“You <i>do</i> know she’s not gay right?” I chuckled humorlessly, my tone dry with a sarcastic edge.</div>
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“Neither am I,” Tanya whispered, cutting her eyes behind me. I glanced back to see what she was looking at and spotted Bella returning from the restroom, her hands wringing the hem of her t-shirt. “There’s just something about her though, isn’t there?”</div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I told Tanya we would have dinner with her tonight, before heading to the hotel. What do you think?” I asked Edward as I was drying my hair with the same hairdryer I’d been prepared to use as a weapon when I thought he was a necrophiliac stalker.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Uh... yeah sure,” he answered quickly, but his unease was apparent.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What’s a matter?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Nothin’ Darlin’, I just wanted it to be just you and me tonight,” he explained.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Fuck... I really want to just tell her we can’t make it, but I don’t want to seem rude for canceling,” I told him, worrying my lip. Tanya had been super-sweet during filming, and seemed to be one of the few people who actually treated me like an adult or didn’t look down on me for being a former Disney star.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It’s fine... we’ll go for a few drinks, we have to eat sometime don’t we?” he said sweetly, reminding, yet again, why I fell in love with him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The scene was intense, and I was feeling pretty nervous too, but Edward’s presence seemed to help for some reason.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Are we still on for tonight?” Tanya asked before shooting a look in Edward’s direction. He was standing off set talking to Angela again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yeah, sure. We could both go for dinner and a couple drinks, but we’ll probably turn in early. Edward and I haven’t seen much of each other lately.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Sure sounded like you were seeing plenty of each other in your trailer today,” she teased playfully, making me blush. I had expected a few people to notice, but I’d forgotten Tanya’s trailer was right next to mine.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yeah... we uhh... we really missed each other,” I explained willing my blush to calm down.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“First love. Such a beautiful thing,” she sighed. “Seems like you picked an awesome guy. Be careful, though... being a celebrity, it’s hard to know when someone wants you for you, or for what you can give them.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Edward isn’t like that,” I defended quickly. “He doesn’t care about money or fame.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I didn’t mean to imply anything, Bella. Just take it from me, money changes people. You grew up with it, so you’re probably immune to it’s effects at this point, but what about him?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I looked over at Edward and his easy smile. I thought about his crazy mom and sister, and the fact that he never asks me for anything. I knew Edward loved me for me. He didn’t even recognize me at first. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">While I appreciated Tanya’s warning and her desire to help me, it was unnecessary.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Edward... he’s just... he’s not like that. He’s the other half of my soul.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tanya looked confused by my words, but smiled in response, patting my thigh in a way that seemed slightly condescending. “So dinner?” she asked quickly.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b><br />
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<span class="s1">After a moment, I could tell he was close to losing it, his breathing was labored and his thrusts were slowing down. “I’m not gonna last much longer,” he whispered, confirming my thoughts. “I need you to come, baby.” At that he reached between us, his thumb locating my clit easily. Pushing me to the brink as he began pulsing inside me.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I’m gonna... I’m gonna come so hard,” I whimpered, feeling the tension building up.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I remembered back to the day Jake finished both of our tatts. It was two months ago, and the very same night that Edward proposed. He told me we didn’t have to run off and get married right away or anything, but that he wanted me to know that he loved me and wanted us to spend our lives together. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">When we did finally meet up for dinner, Renee acted like her normal self, fawning all over Edward, and how cute she thought he was. Phil made a few comments about Edward’s age, but was otherwise supportive of our relationship. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">As for the wedding, we’d both decided that we would start planning and set a date once I was done filming. Then we’d have to make sure that we had time for a nice long honeymoon before it was time for me to travel for the press tours and screenings.</span></div>
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Chapter 66 needs a little more editing, so that one will post on Tuesday, and if I have time, I'll try to write and post 67 later that day.<br />
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I would like to do an outtake of the proposal later, so don't fret too much about missing it. <br />
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<span class="s1">“You look a bit flushed and disheveled, Bella. Was loverboy getting you all worked up for your scene?” she teased, making me roll my eyes.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I’ll say this... working in the industry I came from, where the sex was real and in your face, boyfriends generally reacted one of two ways... either they were mad with jealousy or they thought it was the hottest thing ever.” I looked over at him and he was still smiling and talking to Angela. After a moment, though, his eyes met mine and I knew he spotted Tanya next to me for the first time.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I’d say that one has a mixture of both,” Tanya told me smiling. He’s jealous, probably because he wants to be over here with you, watching you closer, touching you the way I just did, but he’s turned on too. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">“See how good it can be?” she asked. “See how good I can make you feel when you stop fighting me?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I know... just feel it... be with me, Anna,” she directed, before guiding my lips to hers in a passionate kiss. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">After nearly an hour of kissing and groping, Tanya and I were becoming exhausted, our lips puffy and sore. We were finally to the point of orgasm where Tanya was supposed to pretend to go down on me, while I moaned and whimpered, clutching the sheets as the camera panned up and down my body, giving me the appearance of being nude without actually going topless. They did a few shots of Tanya from behind, making it look like her head was between my spread legs. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">“We’ll could all go out for dinner tonight. Sound good?” I asked her quickly, eager to get Edward alone in my trailer.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“So? What did you think?” I asked him once he was finally close enough to touch.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I have two... two hours.” I moaned, welcoming his lips on mine.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>*~Bella Swan~*</b></span></div>
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<span class="s1">The last few weeks had been tough. After pouring over a few dozen scripts, I finally found one that was worth coming back for. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Edward was being amazing in all this too. He made sure to text and call me often, leaving me little messages just so I could hear the sound of his voice. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Apparently, he had a few favors with Jake he could cash in on. Meaning Jake must have recently needed Edward to watch the shop while he went out and got laid. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Whatever, as long as I could see and touch my man for the first time in nearly a month, I was ecstatic.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">It was one that I’d been dreading, to be honest. The sex scene.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I hadn’t thought that much about it when I was making the decision to do the film, but Edward had been surprisingly silent on the subject. Even when I’d bring it up, hoping to hear his thoughts, he would tell me he thought I’d do great and then quickly change the subject.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Are you not... Bella Swan?” he asked again, his voice muffled quite a bit.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">For a moment there, I began frantically searching my trailer for something to knock this fucker out in case he was some crazed stalker fan who had snuck on set to slit my throat and fuck my lifeless body.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Bella?” the voice called out again, but this time I could hear him much more clearly.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">As soon as he stepped into the trailer, his lips were on mine, hips pushing me against the counter as he used his foot to maneuver the door shut behind him.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Mmm,” I moaned against his deep kisses, loving the way his hands slid up and down my body, like a man possessed. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">I nearly sighed in relief as I felt his erection through his pants, hard and straining, searching me out. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Where’s my pizza?” I panted against his lips making him laugh a little before kissing me deeply again.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Swan, you’re due on set in two minutes,” my PA announced frantically, interrupting my happy little reunion with Edward. “Also, I think Mr. Cullen just arrived. He was asked to wait near the craft service table.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I have to go now. Are you coming to the set?” I asked him, staring up at his beautiful face.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Now that I’ve got you, I don’t know if I have it in me to let you out of my sight. I fucking missed you, Darlin’,” he whispered, before pressing his lips gently to mine.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Fighting the urge to deepen the kiss, I pulled back after a few seconds, knowing I needed to get down to the set to film my next scene.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Uhh... maybe you don’t want to be down there for this next scene,” I suggested warily before realizing that it was no accident that Edward had shown up just in time for this particular scene. I told him last night when we were chatting that I was nervous and figured I’d skip lunch before my scene this afternoon. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Why is that?” he asked blankly, his face void of the beautiful, loving expression he’d been wearing just a moment before.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I just thought... maybe it would be uncomfortable seeing me with someone else. I mean of course it’s simulated, but there’s still quite a bit of kissing and touching involved. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” So far, I’d had a few scenes that required me to share kisses with my co-star, but it was nothing compared to what was about to happen in there.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">As soon as Charlotte spotted Edward, her expression changed from one of irritation to embarrassment. “Oh... sorry. I didn’t realize Mr. Cullen found your trailer.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Charlotte. How many times have I asked you to call me Edward?” he said with a grin, making my PA blush brightly and giggle behind her dainty hand. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> “I’ve been thinking about getting another tattoo,” she whispered as her fingers trail over the lettering along my ribcage. When Bella first noticed the name Masen inked on my side, she looked at me questioningly.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the time she only knew me as Edward Cullen, I hadn’t told her about Edward Masen, my real father, and what how he died serving his country during the Gulf War.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I supposed in that way she and I were a lot alike. We were both young when we lost our fathers, and we both chose to have our first tats in memory of them. It was one of the first things that really drew me to her, that and her fine ass… I digress.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh really? What were you thinking about getting next?” I asked her as my eyes followed that path of her wandering fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After I got my Masen tat, I became a little obsessed with ink. The next one was Alice and Mom’s birth dates on my bicep, then my lip ring. After that, was my koi tat which I got from Jake when he was working in this shithole parlor in Hollywood. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had spent weeks drawing the design over and over trying to get it perfect. So when I finally brought it in, Jake was majorly impressed with my design and wanted to see more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We ended up getting pretty close and became fast friends during the sessions. We started hanging out, hitting bars on the weekends and shit. Jake was the first to consider that our combined talents might be able to make us some money. So while he was teaching me how to transition my designs from paper to skin, we were working on setting up our own business, and when Carlisle’s niece Rosalie got tired of being a secretary, she came on board to help us as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I was looking through your designs while you were in the shower the other day,” she admitted bashfully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You should have been in the shower with me,” I grumbled, pulling her on top of me, making her giggle when my erection brushed against her smooth thigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hard again… already?” she said breathily, making me groan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The girl just had no idea the kind of effect she had on me. “I’m always hard for you,” I admitted, brushing my lips over her neck. “You mentioned something about looking through my designs?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“<i>Fuck</i>… oh yeah the designs,” she panted a little before sliding off me and back onto her side. "You’re entirely too distracting. Did you know that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You just have a short attention span… you were telling me about the design you wanted,” I teased.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah, yeah… I was looking through your design book and I found this gorgeous heart design. I’ve never seen anything like it. I like how the center was open too, you know… to add someone’s initials,” she said nervously, averting her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I knew exactly what design she was talking about and the fact that it was the one that stood out over all the others caused a strange tightening in my chest. Was it a fucking sign?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I designed that tattoo for myself,” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh… well… I guess I could pick something else,” she said dejectedly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey… now none of that, Darlin’ – I want you to have it. In fact, we could get them done together, I’m ready now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Really?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah, baby.” She smiled brightly, before letting her fingers trace the empty space on my chest, one of the few places on my torso that was free from ink. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Is that why you don’t have any ink here?” I nodded watching her wondering what she was thinking. “Why did you wait?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was the question… why did I wait… I knew the answer, but the question was, was she ready to hear it? I swallowed reflexively, looking down at her questioning eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I was saving it for someone special…” I told her anxiously, hoping my admission didn’t send her running again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I was saving it for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>*~Bella
Swan~*</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After
Jasper’s admission, everything just got ridiculously awkward. Edward was still
trying to suppress his laughter while poor Alice just looked stunned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I
had to admit it was a <i>little</i> funny.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She
just looked so shocked. What all this more than her delicate teenage psyche
could handle?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I
for one did not want to see her cute little head explode.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jasper
on the other hand was staring at me with a look that could only be described as
longing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The
kid needed to chill out. For real.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why
don’t we... umm... take this conversation to the dinner table?” Edward’s mom
suggested, thankfully breaking some of the tension in the room. I breathed a
relieved sigh and allowed Edward to help me to stand from the crouching
position I’d taken when Jasper fell. “Alice, you and Jasper go wash up before
supper.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The
kids hadn’t listened to Esme’s direction and they each continued to sit there,
staring at me in their own creepy way. <i>Fucking
scary tweens.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Within
seconds, Edward had led me out of the front room and into a modest dining room
with a table set for dinner. “Fuck,” he chuckled quietly “I’m so sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The
laughter hadn’t left his voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As
much as I wanted to be upset about my situation, because things were seriously
not going well, I just couldn’t. Edward was obviously finding amusement in all
this, so he couldn’t have been that unhappy with the way events were unfolding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What
the hell was that?” I whispered seriously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I
told you my family was strange,” he reminded, his face turning serious
suddenly. “We can go if you want?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No!
That’s not... I don’t want to go. I just feel bad, like I’ve brought chaos here
or something,” I explained in a rush, not wanting him to think that I couldn’t
handle this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Maybe
you <i>should</i> have told them about me
first.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah,
I think you might be right,” he admitted warily just as Carlisle joined in the
dining room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Bella,
I’d like to apologise for my family's behavior. They aren’t used to... meeting
celebrities,” he explained with a wry grin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I
knew he wasn’t Edward’s real father, but I could definitely see where Edward
got a lot of his mannerisms. In that way, they seemed every bit father and son.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It’s
quite alright,” I replied with a shy smile. Alice and Jasper each chose that
moment to join us, and Esme followed behind bringing in a large platter loaded
down with the most delicious smelling food.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I
hope this is alright... it’s nothing fancy....”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It
smells fucking delicious,” I admitted before realizing my slip “Shit! Oh
damnit... I mean oh God... I’m sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My
hand covered my mouth as everyone stared at me wide eyed, all except Edward who
was trying so hard not to laugh that he was fucking shaking again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I
might have thought he’d have been the first to laugh, but it was Esme who broke
the silence, followed by Edward, and Carlisle and finally me when I realized
just how ridiculous I actually sounded. Alice and Jasper just looked absolutely
horrified. Guess they didn’t expect the <i>Girl
Next Door</i> to have a potty mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>0. . . oO•.oHBo.•Oo .
. .0</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After
my outburst, dinner seemed to go by without much incident. Jasper and Alice
even calmed down long enough to pepper me with dozens of questions. Mostly they
wanted to ask about the show and the rest of the questions were them asking if
I was going to make another <i>Girl Next
Door</i> movie. I felt so guilty having to say no to them that I almost
reconsidered my decision to decline the film.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Once
it was time for Edward and I to leave, Jasper and Alice came up and hugged me.
Jasper apologized for telling me he loved me, explaining that he hadn’t meant
it in a romantic way and that he was just a big fan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He
even made sure to tell me that he had posters of me in his room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right... thats not
creepy at all!</span></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*~Bella
Swan~*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> With more than a little
uncertainty, my eyes stayed fixed on the doorway, waiting for Edward's pre-teen
sister and her boyfriend to join us in the living room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">How could something so innocuous fill me with so much fear?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I should have been used to screaming kids by now, and for the most part
I was, but not in places where should have been able to relax and feel
comfortable enough to be myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I'd already decided that Edward was it for me, but could his family
accept that as well?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Could they get to know the <i>real</i>
me and see beyond my public image?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The same could be said for him as well though, as I had no idea how
welcome Renee and Phil would make him. My luck, as hot as Edward always looked,
Phil would try to recruit him for modeling gigs or something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Yeah... I didn't like that idea too much. I didn't want other people
ogling my man anymore than they already did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The simultaneous feeling of Edward tightening his grip on my waist, and
soft footfalls snapped me back to the present, as my eyes found the doorway
again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Just as I looked up, a tiny little girl with inky, black hair and
glasses stormed in tugging a lanky, little blonde boy behind her in a manner
that could only be described as man-handling. <i>Poor kid.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The girl had irritation written all over her porcelain face, her eyes
drawn comically in frustration.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hey, Edward's girlfriend," she muttered not even looking at
me before turning to walk back out the same door she came in. The room fell
silent, all but the sound of a quick gasp and little Alice's retreating
footsteps.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I imagined Edward's parent might have normally chastised her for that
type of behavior, but they were both too busy watching her friend to say
anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My eyes found the source of the gasp - Alice's friend had noticed me,
his blue eyes set wide in his face, partially hidden behind thick plastic
frames. I might have laughed, if Edward's sister's insistent tugging hadn't
caused the wide-eyed boy to fall right on his bottom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I did hear Edward snickering a little and smacked him on the arm, just
as Esme did the same as Carlisle when he laughed at the poor boy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alice must have noticed Jasper wasn't following along because she
suddenly turned around and began scrambling to help her boyfriend stand up.
Jasper just looked shell-shocked, his eyes still fixed on me as his mouth
opened and closed over and over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Might as
well just get it over with. </span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I slipped out of Edward's grasp and walked toward the two kids. Alice
still hadn't noticed me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hello, I'm Bella," I said, my voice wavering slightly as I
held a helping hand out to little Jasper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">At the sound of my voice Alice's expression froze, her eyes slowly
lifting to mine, wide and incredulous.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"But... uh... but... but... uh... but," she stammered, causing
me to suppress a giggle at how utterly inarticulate my presence had rendered
the poor girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You're Alice, and Jasper right?" I asked softly, crouching
down to their level hoping that would help them a little. It usually worked
with most of the shy ones I met. Alice nodded, eyes still wide in disbelief.
Jasper on the other hand still looked like a fish out of water. "Is he
gonna be okay?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"He's... he's... You're Bella Swan!" she shouted suddenly as
if she'd only just realized it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yes, I am," I said with a nervous laugh, and felt a little
better when I felt Edward's warm hand on my back. "I'm your brother's
girlfriend as well."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">At that admission, Alice's eyes practically popped out of her tiny skull
and little Jasper startled us all by suddenly laughing hysterically.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I was happy for the reprieve, as everyone focused their attention on the
boy's strange behavior.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Are you okay?" I asked him, meeting his blue eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Suddenly Jasper's laughter ended and he looked up at me as serious as
could be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I love you," he blurted, making me blush about ten shades of
red.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Umm... thanks?" I responded nervously before looking up to
find Edward behind me, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Fucker</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">What the hell had he gotten me into.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*~Bella
Swan~*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Mom? Dad?" Edward called out as we stepped in through the
front door of his parent's house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I was probably more nervous than I'd ever been in my life, and that was
saying something when I thought of all the televised stuff, like award shows,
that I'd attended and even presented for. My behavior was always under
scrutiny, being judged and reported on, followed - yet none of that compared to
the worry I had that Edward's family would think I wasn't a good match for
their son.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Before I could become even more panicked, an older woman with
caramel-colored hair strode into the room, wiping her hands on the front of an
apron. Her green eyes seemed to dance back and forth between Edward and me for
a moment before landing directly on my face a widening considerably.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hello," she said sounding a bit dazed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hi, Mrs. Cullen - I'm Bella," I admitted shyly, holding my
hand out to her in greeting, just as Edward wrapped his arm around me in a
gesture that did wonders for setting my rapidly beating heart at ease.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Bella Swan," she whispered, her voice filled with shock, eyes
darkening slightly before settling on her son's as she timidly took my hand.
"But you're…"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"She's my girlfriend, Mom," Edward interrupted as she pulled
back. I wasn't sure what his mother had intended to say, but Edward must have.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I gave Mrs. Cullen a polite smile which she returned warily. <i>Great - not even here five minutes and
things are already going wrong.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Well… that's just… How did the two of you meet?" she asked
awkwardly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Edward did some work for me on a tattoo a few months ago, and we
just hit it off," I explained lamely. There was no way in hell that I was
going to tell his mother what really happened. No need to make her hate me even
more than the she already did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Bella's amazing," Edward admitted before bringing my hand to
his lips so he could kiss it lightly, giving me his signature sexy half-smile
and smoldering gaze. So yeah, I blushed, but <i>seriously</i> - <i>motherfucking
swoon</i>!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It was then that Edward's dad - well, step-dad as Edward mentioned
recently - came into the room to join his wife. "Dad, this is Bella, my
girlfriend," he introduced proudly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Now I know why Edward's been missing Sunday dinners," he
teased, smiling ruefully. "I'm Carlisle by the way."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I blushed at the comment, remembering how Edward and I spent last Sunday
night at his house…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Freeze,
Mister. I've got you cornered," I warned, positioning my hands the way my
character on the show always did before releasing a blast of paralyzing energy
to stop the bad guys from getting away.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It was then
that Edward stepped of the shadows of his darkened bedroom, eyes covered by a
sexy black mask, wearing a sleek black body suit that hugged every curve and
line of defined muscle, drawing my eyes down to the red utility belt and
codpiece that only succeeded in keeping me from being able to tell how hard he
was underneath. I nearly pouted in frustration.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You
don't know who you're dealing with, little girl," he growled
threateningly, lowering his voice till it was a deep rasp.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Then…
why don't you… enlighten me, sir?" I countered uneasily, still holding my
ground even as he approached me in a manner that could only be described as
'predatory.'</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck,"
Edward muttered, breaking character. "You look so fucking hot in that
little spandex outfit."</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"What
about out of it?" I teased, sliding my hand over the smooth material
covering his muscular chest, more than ready to get a peek of his delicious
ink.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I
might just need a reminder, so I have a good basis for comparison."</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Biting my
lip, I turned away from him, placing my hands beside my head against the wall,
legs shoulder-width apart. "Mmm, you might want to frisk me first… never
know what kind of weapons might be concealed underneath it all."</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I
know what kind of weapons you've got under there…" he whispered darkly,
warm lips brushing against the shell of my ear. It was then that I felt his
large hand slide across the stretchy fabric of my Girl Next Door jumpsuit,
before slowly trailing down, moving past the utility belt till his other hand
joined, bringing his hips flush with my ass. Single-mindedly, he bunched the
loose fabric of my skirt at my waist, tucking it into the belt where he found
me completely naked the rest of the way down. "…the fucking dangerous
kind."</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Quickly,
his hands went to work rubbing and teasing, one sliding over my ass, spreading
my cheeks, before the other found my pussy hot and slick in response to our
naughty little role-play session.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"So
fucking wet, aren't you, little girl?"</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A mere
whimper of need was the only sound that left my lips - I couldn't manage to
form words with him pressed against me so close.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Don't
move," he ordered sharply, removing himself from my personal space - away
from where I wanted him. I still shuddered at the command, shocked to realize
how hot his words made me.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A bit of
shuffling behind me piqued my curiosity, but I didn't want to disappoint Edward
by going against his sexy demand. Before I knew it though, he was right back
behind me, hands finding me again. This time in a less teasing more pleasing
manner as his fingers quickly slipped through my folds, rubbing me, making me
moan and writhe.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I moved to
clamp my thighs together to hold his hand in place, but his words stilled me.
"Keep em' spread, Darlin'."</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I fucking
shuddered too, especially when he grabbed my hips, making me stick my ass out.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Without
warning, he plunged his cock inside me, filling me up with one hard thrust. I
gasped in pleasure and disbelief. "Fuck, Bella," he growled, holding
my hips flush with his for a few seconds before sliding out and thrusting in
again. The power he put behind each thrust nearly nailed me to wall.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> "You like my cock, little girl?" he
taunted, as he fucked me.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Oh
God, Edward," I cried out as he continued to hit this spot inside that had
me aching for more. "Make me come, baby… please."</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You
want to come?" he asked, fingers finding my clit before I was reduced to
begging.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck
yes," I whined, already feeling my body begin to tense and spasm as my
release drew closer and closer.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Edward's
hips drove into me harder, as his breathing turned heavy and labored, filling
the room with the sounds of our skin meeting feverishly, and the dual sounds of
lovers panting for each other. "I know your fucking close, little girl. So
am I," he admitted tensely, showing the truth of his words. "Come for
me."</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Shit,"
I shouted as his words sent me flying over the edge, body shaking, muscles
pulsing. He stilled behind me before giving me a few erratic thrusts, letting
me know he hadn't been far behind.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As we both
came down, panting and sweaty, his arms tightened around me, lips finding my
neck. "You have to wear that costume again sometime, Darlin'," he
decided sexily.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Likewise,
baby."</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After a moment of silence, I realized I hadn't responded to Edward's
dad's comment. "Nice to meet you, Carlisle," I replied bashfully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The older man grinned at my reply, before mirroring Edward's stance and
draping his arm around his wife's waist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"What's for dinner tonight?" Edward asked, directing the
question at his mother, who was just standing there staring at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hmm?" she said distractedly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Dinner?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Oh… umm… just some pot roast and vegetables with mashed potatoes
and cornbread," she told him, finally looking away from me. Then her face
became drawn with worry. "Is that okay with you, Bella?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"That sounds great. I love a home-cooked meal," I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Alice, Jasper, come meet Edward's girlfriend," Carlisle
called over his shoulder, startling me, making Edward tense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Cover your ears," Edward warned suddenly, filling be with
abject fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*\o\Edward
Masen Cullen/o/*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You don't have to do this. You know that right?" I told her,
knowing good a well she wasn't going to back down. I didn't want her to feel
obligated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Just because my mother had downright demanded I bring my new girlfriend
over for Sunday dinner didn't mean she was actually required to attend, but
Bella was bound and determined not to make a bad impression on my family. She
wanted to make sure they saw her as a normal, down to earth girl, rather than a
spoiled <i>celebutant</i> - her words, not
mine. I thought she was fucking perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I knew my family would love her, but I also knew they'd embarrass the
fuck out of me too - especially my little sister, the self-proclaimed, <i>Girl Next Door Superfan -</i> which was
exactly why I was terrified of telling my family who Bella was ahead of time.
It would give little Alice time to prepare and blab and brag to all her
squealing girlfriends and that little dork, Jasper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It was unlikely Carlisle would even recognize her, but I was certain my
mother would, Alice on the other hand would probably piss her pants and faint
if I was lucky. I shuddered to think of her tackling Bella and crying like the
little lunatic that she was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Bella had no fucking clue what she was getting herself into. She
couldn't say I didn't warn her either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I know I don't, but I want to meet your parents. Besides, you'll
have to meet Renee and Phil eventually too," she reminded, while I groaned
inwardly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Parents hated me. They hated my laidback attitude, the way I talked, my
piercings and tats. They all assumed because I was from the South that I was an
illiterate racist - at least the tats saved me from being accused of being a
religious fanatic as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I had no delusions that Bella's hippy-dippy mother and fake, plastic
stepfather would be an exception. I imagined they'd only be even more opposed
to our relationship when they found out I was eight years her senior.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Who needs parental approval… can't we just… be?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">So far, Bella and I had been together for a little over two months. We'd
been living blissfully inside our little bubble, carefully avoiding the paps,
as Bella called them. So far there had only been a few pictures to surface of
Bella coming and going at Blue Rose and then another blurry one of the backs of
our heads when Bella drove me home from her place one night last week.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">At this point no one had put two and two together that Bella's 'mystery
man' was the reason for her visits to a local tattoo parlor. Everyone seemed to
think she was just there getting work done. They were more focused on catching
a glimpse of ink on their precious <i>Girl
Next Door</i> than they were about hunting down some random guy spotted in her
car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We both knew the bubble of privacy couldn't last forever. Inevitably my
name and identity would be leaked to the public and Bella and I would be a hot
topic for a little while, but eventually it would all die down and then we
would be able to go about our lives in peace. Whatever happened, I knew Bella
was worth it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Are you ready?" I asked her before opening the door to my
parents place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She nodded, but I could tell she was absolutely terrified.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Here we go…</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*\o\Edward
Masen Cullen/o/*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">For like a whole minute Bella sat there with a forkful of syrupy pancake
suspended in front of her open mouth. In her frozen state, she stared, eyes
bugged out comically, charging me with the difficult task of suppressing my
laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She was just too fucking cute.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You're gonna catch flies if you don't close your mouth,
Darlin'," I teased, placing my hand over hers to help guide the fork to
her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She glared at me before placing the fork on her plate, food untouched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You better not be fucking around with me, Edward," she
whispered seriously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Needing to reassure her, I took her hand in mine, pulling it toward me
to give her a tender kiss. "I promise, Bella - if there's any fucking
around, it'll be you and me fucking around together," I teased, but she
still looked a little wary. "All joking aside. Whatever you want - I just
want to be with you."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yeah?" she whispered, almost in disbelief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yeah, and honestly I haven't felt that way in a really long
time," I admitted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I was definitely feeling something different with Bella. She was just...
<i>I don't know.</i>.. there was something
about her that just drew me in. I wasn't sure if I could ever believe in like
soul mates or anything. I definitely believed in <i>lust</i> at first sight, though. The fact that I'd had a hard on since
I first laid eyes on her in the foyer of Blue Rose was all the proof I needed
of that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Maybe there was something to be said for raw animal attraction - some
pure instinct that told me Bella was my match in every way - some form of
natural selection. <i>I bet our kids would
be fucking awesome too.</i> Not that I was eager for that yet, but yeah... with
Bella it didn't sound too terrible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Getting a
little ahead of yourself don't you think?</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You know... you're pretty awesome, Edward," she told me,
giving me her pretty blush. Who have thought she could be so shy?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I think you're pretty awesome too, Darlin'," I told her
grinning, still waiting for her to tell me yes, because I knew she would.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"And yes... I'll... be your girl," she replied with a giggle,
rolling her eyes a bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I didn't give a shit who was looking, I leaned over our table and kissed
her nice and hard on on the mouth, loving the way she moaned around my tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Mine.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Good," I said as I pulled back, clearing my throat a little.
"That's good."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"So... <i>boyfriend</i>... what
do you wanna do next?" she asked curiously before running her foot up and
down my leg under the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I was thinking... maybe we should head down to Blue Rose. I should
probably put my name on your sexy ass since it belongs to me now," I
teased, wagging my brows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Edward... I don't..." she started, her eyes filled with panic
"wait... you're fucking with me aren't you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I smirked at her, biting my lip to keep from laughing at the
shell-shocked look on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I can't believe you think I'd get a tattoo on my ass," she
grumbled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I laughed, but then her objection registered. She said she was opposed
to getting a inked on her ass. Not that she was opposed to have my name
somewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Suddenly an image filled my head - me inking her with my birth name
"Masen" up her rib cage, matching ink - damn I was really fucking
losing my shit over this girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Somehow, I found that I didn't mind one bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*\o\Edward
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You look fucking adorable," I told her as we hopped out of
the car. It was a Tuesday afternoon, so the place wasn't all that packed. I had
a feeling it wouldn't have mattered either way. Bella just didn't look like the
glamour girl from the premieres or even the cute trendy girl from all those
magazine spreads.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Now, she looked like a hot tomboy, like a girl who enjoyed wearing her
boyfriend's clothes. I liked her in my clothes too. Especially in my Pixies
t-shirt - the way she wore it, with the excess length knotted at her waist and
the sleeves rolled up to her shoulders exposing a little of her fresh ink - ink
that I was fucking proud to claim as mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I had to admit that I loved the fact that I'd marked her - that
something of mine would be on her forever. No matter what.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Once we were inside the restaurant, it didn't take long for the hostess
to get us seated with menus and a couple sodas. Apparently, Bella and I shared
a mutual love of Dr. Pepper which was great - especially after I'd gulped mine
down and she still had more than half a glass left to share till I got a
refill. She didn't mind, and knowing that made me grin all goofy and stupid for
some reason. It was such a trivial thing, yet it somehow seemed important.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"What?" she asked responding to the expression on my face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I dunno... I was just thinking about you. I guess," I
shrugged, feeling like I should probably be embarrassed for getting so worked
up and giddy just because the girl didn't mind sharing her Dr. Pepper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Nothing bad I hope?" she replied, laughing uneasily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Nah... I was just thinking about how much I like you,
Darlin'," I told her honestly, stabbing into a sausage link with my fork.
I bit into it, chewing and watching her carefully for any signs of panic or
fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Being a former <i>commitmentphobe</i>
myself, I recognized the signs. I could spot a runner a mile away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Oh? And how much is that?" she asked, her eyes dark and
questioning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"More than I probably should after only one date." I admitted,
feeling my heart speed up. Her eyes brightened, fingers fidgeting with a straw
wrapper as a small smile tugged at her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">There was no sign of the frightened girl who left Blue Rose just a few
weeks earlier. This girl was honest and much more sure of herself. That fact
only strengthened my resolve.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Maybe it was a huge risk - something I'd possibly regret later, but with
Bella, I <i>wanted</i> to put my heart on
the line, because that's what you do when the benefits far outway the risks
"More than enough to ask you to be my girl."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*~Bella
Swan~*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The whole <i>I love you</i> thing was
really throwing me for a loop. I'd never been <i>in love</i>. I knew I loved my parents. I could even admit to having a
bit of affection for Phil - even if he was kind of plastic and gross. He was
pretty good to my mom and me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">But being in love - the sensation was entirely foreign. I couldn't even
be sure if that was what I was really feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">All I knew was that I could say without a doubt that if anyone had a
chance of making me fall for them it was Edward. He was just... amazing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Maybe I was naive. Of course, I couldn't see all his flaws and I didn't
know him well enough to be sure he wouldn't turn out to be a complete asshole,
but my gut instincts told me he was as good-hearted as they came.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Then there was also the little matter of him having <i>thebest cock</i> in the world. Granted, Edward's was only the second
one I'd ever had contact with, but that didn't matter. I was sure his was the
best.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"How we doin' this?" he asked, with one pierced brow raised in
question. Snapping my attention out of the gutter and back to the present.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Uhh... I was thinking I'd wear boy clothes - like a hat and
shades, maybe one of your tees if that's cool..."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"One celebrity disguise, coming right up." He smirked at me,
rolling his eyes in amusement before grabbing a slightly worn Pixies concert
tee, a Dodgers cap, and a pair of RayBans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You're too sweet."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I don't think anyone will recognize you looking like that,"
he commented, tugging on the cap for emphasis. I had a feeling he was right.
Dressed the way I was, I barely resembled the <i>Girl Next Door</i>. The four hundred dollar jeans and two hundred
dollar sneakers were probably the only things that gave me away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hopefully, people would be too busy staring at the inked god at my side
to notice there was a celebrity in their midst.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"How do you know I don't dress like this all the time?" I
teased, making him laugh and blush a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hmm... probably because I cyber-stalked you for about eight hours
straight the other night. Did you know there's a Girl Next Door Barbie?"
That right there... <i>that</i> was why I
loved Edward Cullen. He was honest. He didn't care if Googling me for eight
hours made him seem like a creepy stalker. He was just above all the fake L.A.
bullshit, and that was something I desperately needed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Though, he had to know how embarrassing it was bringing up the whole
Barbie thing. I hated that fucking doll. Renee had one in her little <i>Girl Next Door</i> shrine with all the
memorabilia and my <i>Kid's Choice Awards</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Oh, God, that fucking thing is the worst!"A few years ago, I
thought it was the coolest thing, but now it just seemed weird and creepy.
"I was fourteen when they made that! My chest was as flat as a boy's at
the time," I told him with a groan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I'd say you filled out nicely over the years, Miss Swan" he
teased. I gave him playful swat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Apparently he liked that, because the next thing I knew, I was pinned
against the wall, leg hitched over his thigh as he thrust his hips, mouth
meeting mine as he pushed his hardening erection in just the right spot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It was another hour and half before we finally made it to IHOP...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*~Bella
Swan~*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I had no concept of time when I awoke, other than the fact that daylight
was there trying to rape my eyelids.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As my body shifted, I felt warm skin pressed against mine...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Angela?" I asked, eyes closed reaching for the friend I
didn't even remember hanging out with last night. Suddenly my hands met
muscular arms instead of the soft, girl-arms of my friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Angela? Is there something you're not telling me, Darlin?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Edward," I said with a giggle, opening my sensitive eyes.
"Angela slept over last week and we got drunk and slept in the same bed.
We didn't... I'm not into her like that..."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I'm just teasing you, Bella," he chuckled before giving me a
vulnerable smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Oh, okay," I replied awkwardly, blushing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He looked at my hands, still resting on his inked arms, smiling that
same nervous smile "You stayed with me last night... remember?" his
voice sounded worried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I thought back to last night - I remembered our date, too many drinks
from a scary giant called Beast... no Felix... then falling asleep in Edward's
car, waking up and trying to... <i>dear lord</i>...
trying to give him road head... jeez... then his cute little dog, and after
we... oh... OH! "Fuck... of course I remember. I also remember acting like
a drunk fool," I told him, hating the way my cheeks burned with
embarrassment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I don't care about that. Besides, it was cute. I just wanted to
make sure you remembered last night. I would hate myself if you thought I took
advantage of you in any way."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"It's not like I was passed out, Edward. I practically mauled you,
so you know I wanted it."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yeah, you were pretty aggressive."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I smiled at that since he seemed to like it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I had a really good time last night."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Good... so does that mean you want to do it again?" he
questioned hopefully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck you, or go on a date?" Just the thought of fucking him
again had me wet in seconds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Both," he clarified before tickling me slightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yes... I think I could handle that... but let's start with the
fucking... more dates can come later and I want to come now," I told him,
my tone a little bratty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Oh you do?" he teased.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I nodded seriously before climbing on top of him. It was then my stomach
growled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You're hungry," he told me, his voice tight with lust. I
could feel his cock hard and insistent against my leg.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"So?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Shouldn't we eat first?" he said, but his argument sounded
terribly weak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"How about this... fuck my brains out, and <i>then</i> you can make me some pancakes," I breathed before sliding
my lips against his bare chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I suck at making... fuck... at making pancakes," he gasped as
my hand found his cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Then after you fuck me, take me to IHOP," I whispered,
sliding down his body till my mouth was hovering over the thick head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck... then IHOP, got it... Jesus Christ, your mouth," he
grunted, his hips arching, forcing his cock farther between my lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I hummed around his length, slurping and sucking, taking him in as far
as I could go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After a minute, he started swatting at my shoulder "Fuck... slow
down or I'm gonna cum," he groaned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I released his cock from my lips with a pop, watching as he laid there
gasping for a moment until he caught his breath. I couldn't help but stare at
his beautiful face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I'm supposed to be fucking your brains out remember?" he
groaned as if he'd just remembered himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I was about to say something back, but before I could open my mouth, he
grabbed me by my hips and flipped me over onto the mattress, making me squeal
in surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I was hoping he'd just start fucking me immediately but then he leaned
forward to pull a condom from the drawer beside his bed. He tore it open with
his teeth and rolled it on, finally ready to fuck me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hold onto me," he said, and it almost sounded like a warning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">In one hard thrust he entered me, making me cry out. Fuck it felt
good... too good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Oh God," I panted as he found his rhythm, hard and fast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I felt his lips on my neck, then his tongue, and finally his words
"Don't let go," he said against my skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Never.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I wrapped my legs around his, securing him to me, and then my arms
around his chest, fingernails lightly digging into his back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Edward," I whimpered as he slid in deeper, hitting that spot
that felt too good to be real.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Come for me, baby. I'm not gonna last much longer," he
admitted, his voice tight with the effort he was making not to explode inside
me. He was hanging on by a thread, but those words were all I needed to come
apart in his arms, turning me into a shaking, quivering mess.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck... I'm gonna cum so hard, baby," he groaned, before
pulsing inside me, his hips thrusting erratically till he became too sensitive
and had to pull out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Are you ready for those pancakes?" he asked as soon as I came
back from cleaning up in the bathroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He was just standing there looking fucking gorgeous in nothing but a
pair of those super hot, worn out, button-fly jeans, his grey boxers sticking a
few inches out the top. I was stunned speechless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My body was reacting again, thinking about how good he made me feel, how
fucking hot and sweet he was. He might have been a goof, but he was smart and
he really fucking understood me and what I needed to feel comfortable. He was
the most beautiful person I'd ever met - inside and out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Pancakes?" he asked again with a raised brow and a chuckle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I just nodded dumbly, because for some odd reason the only answer that
popped into my head was something completely unexpected, something that scared
the fuck out of me and made me ridiculously happy all at once - <i>I love you.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*\o\Edward
Masen Cullen/o/*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Bella's tight little body clutched me tighter as I hovered over her. I
was tired of fighting my desire to be with her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yes," she moaned in response to the dark promise I made her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">All too soon we were moving in tandem, grinding and kissing, licking and
nibbling. I loved the moans of pleasure that left her soft lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Condom," she panted against my neck making me groan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I hated those fucking things and wanted nothing more than for Bella and
I to get to a point where we could go without them. Knowing tonight wasn't that
night I wordlessly nodded against her before grabbing an unopened box from my
bedside table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I pulled out a long strip reminding Bella of that first night weeks ago when
I threatened to use all seven of them with her in one go. Of course, it didn't
go that way and I had a feeling inebriated Bella would not be up for more than
a round or two.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Are all those for little ole me, Darlin'?" she questioned,
using her exact words from that night at the shop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I'd rather not use them at all, but if I have to I plan to use
this entire box with you... and then some," I admitted with a smirk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Now that was sign of commitment if I ever heard one," she
teased.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I admit it wasn't the most romantic thing I've ever said."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Can you touch me now?" she whispered, obviously becoming
impatient.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I didn't answer her, choosing to guide my hand under the waistband of
her jeans, sliding into her panties.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck you're soaked," I rasped suddenly unable to stop myself
from grinding my cock against her hip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"It's you," she whispered. "I want you so much."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You have me."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Quickly, I slipped my hand from her jeans, unbuttoning them, so I could
slide them down her legs, taking her panties with them. I was so eager to get
inside her, I was fairly certain I might not last five minutes much less
thirty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">When her legs were bare, spread wide and open, I couldn't help but
stare."Fuck."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Take your clothes off," she gasped scrambling to remove her
shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I complied frantically stripping down to nothing but my tented boxers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Bella slid down the bed, her hand finding my erection quickly, making me
groan loud enough to wake the neighbors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She reached for one of the condoms I'd set aside to remove our clothes,
opening it so she could slide it onto my throbbing cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My body ached. It fucking ached to be inside her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">How I'd managed to resist her this long was a mystery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Once I was fully sheathed, I climbed back up her body, watching as her
hand moved between us to guide my cock to her entrance, just as she said she
would.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Pressed against her heat, I felt as though I'd go mad before I could
manage to push into her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Oh God, Edward," she gasped, her sweet pussy welcoming my
cock like a long lost lover, squeezing the ever-loving fuck out of me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Jesus, Christ. I forgot how fucking tight you were," I
admitted, my lips brushing against her neck as I started to sweat. Slowly, I
continued to push into her, watching the space between us closing in till my
cock completely disappeared inside her. How she managed to fit it all in her
tight, little hole was beyond me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Harder," she gasped, rocking her hips against mine
frantically.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Finding her eyes, I gazed into them watching her carefully for any sign
of discomfort as I began to move faster and harder, pounding into her pussy
with abandon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She never once cried out in anything but pleasure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My balls were getting even tighter with the knowledge that I could fuck
her this way, make her this fucking hot and wet - have her panting and moaning
in my arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Never felt this good," I gasped before finding her lips. I
felt too raw and exposed to meet her eyes after my admission. I was definitely
feeling something for Bella, but I thought it would be best discussed at a
later time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Nothing has ever been this good." At her honest reply and
unfamiliar warmth spread through my chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My need for her increased exponentially, and all I could think about was
burying myself inside her till there was no way of knowing where I ended and
she began.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I slid my hands under her ass lifting her, tilting her hips till I was
buried even deeper, hitting a spot that had her crying and shaking in my arms
as she struggled against the intensity of her sudden climax.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yes. Just let go, baby," I whispered, finding her clit,
swollen and slippery against my fingers. I rubbed her in tight circles till she
gasped and screamed, falling apart in my arms, squeezing my cock like a fucking
vice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," I growled, fighting to
remain upright as my thrusts turned erratic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I want it," she breathed, her eyes clenched shut.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You want my cum, baby?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yeah," she whimpered, her inner walls fluttering again, like
she might come a second time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Knowing I wasn't going to last much longer, I increased the speed of my
thrusts sending us both over the edge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Jesus," I shouted spilling into her, giving her what she
wanted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Not wanting to leave her arms, I rolled us over, slipping out of her
till I could dispose of the condom while still hanging on to her with my other
arm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">By the time I looked back at her, her face was serene and relaxed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She was asleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*\o\Edward
Masen Cullen/o/*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Edward?" she whispered, her lips sliding sensually against my
neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Fuck</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">. For an
eighteen year old, she sure as fuck knew how to tease and arouse. My balls were
already tight with the need to explode.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">If she kept fucking rubbing me that way, I was going to cum in my shorts
like a teenage boy. "Hmm?" I answered distractedly, still holding
her, standing just a few feet from my bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I said I want you," she told me again, making me groan as she
shifted against my cock again, the heat of her pussy practically kindling a
fire between us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You're still drunk." My argument sounded weak and I fucking
knew it too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I'm not too drunk to guide your hard cock to my wet pussy and
slide up and down on it till you <i>cum</i>
inside me."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Jesus, fuck," I growled darkly as every shred of uncertainty
left me. The nagging voice in my head that normally told me something was wrong
or that something bad was about to happen - my conscience or just fucking gut
instincts - they were totally on board with <i>Horny
Edward's</i> decision to fuck Bella.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As her eyes met mine, I looked into them, searching for any sign that
this might not be what she really wanted. All I could see was desire - pure
unadulterated desire and I fucking thrived off that shit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Her face, the sexy challenging look in her eyes, would be permanently
etched into my brain till the day I left this earth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You want me inside you?" I rasped, already feeling the
answer, palpable between us. Before her lips had even begun to form the words,
I turned us around, pressing Bella against the door to shut it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I didn't want to scare Daisy or prompt her to come in here to
investigate all the screaming and moaning that was about to be going on across
the hall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">With Bella pressed against the door, I could feel her heat burning even
hotter through her jeans, but it wasn't enough. I needed her bare, exposed -
open for me to touch, to taste, to fuck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Please," she moaned as I pressed her harder against the door,
my lips and teeth finding her neck as my arms slid down, hands cupping her ass
- holding her up. My hips jerked forward, shocking me with a jolt of pleasure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck," she whimpered, grinding me in return. Too good - felt <i>too</i> fucking good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I didn't think I'd ever want to stop, and as much as I expected that
thought to scare me - it <i>so</i> fucking
didn't.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I couldn't wait to be inside her again - to have her legs wrapped around
me, pulling me farther inside her. Harder. Faster.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Take her to
bed.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Yes</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">. I suppose
that was the right thing to do here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">There was a lot to be said for fucking against the wall, but maybe now
wasn't the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Definitely</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> later,
though.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Now, I was <i>still</i> going to fuck
her, just in a more comfortable place. We would both be fucking sore in the
morning if I had to hold her up and pound into over and over for the next
thirty to forty minutes - or however long I managed to last.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">With little thought, I carried her to my bed, thankful that I'd had the
forethought to make up the blankets in a somewhat neat fashion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The moment her head hit the pillow, those long sexy legs were tightening
around me, urging me forward till we her humping each other like a couple of
teenagers - err one teenager, and an extremely horny man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I want your cock." <i>Fuck</i>.
She was using her breathy seductress voice again - the one that drove me
fucking insane with need.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Good, cause I'm gonna fucking give it to you."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*\o\Edward
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After helping Bella out of the car, I slipped my arm around her waist. I
might have copped a feel of her ass on the way round…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She giggled sloppily and swatted at my chest, so I was pretty sure she
noticed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We were barely ten feet from the door when the barking started.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You have a dog?" Bella asked excitedly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yeah, a real killer too," I warned her jokingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Is it a pit bull? A bulldog?" she guessed, pausing in front
of the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Are you scared?" I asked her, amused by her sudden
trepidation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Does your dog bite?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I chuckled lightly before moving to unlock the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Stand back, strangers make her… excited."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Bella drunkenly stumbled out of my grasp, moving to hide behind me as I
opened the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Daisy rushed me as fast as her little legs could carry her, hopping
comically on two feet, waiting to be picked up. That was how she always greeted
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Bella looked at me wide eyed as lifted Daisy up, letting her lick my
face eagerly, her stubby tail moving a mile a minute.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Aww… that's the cutest thing I've ever seen," Bella cooed
peering from behind me to eye my baby girl, Daisy, a small Boston terrier I
adopted last year. "Can I pet her?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Of course, let's get her in the house first though."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Bella followed me in bubbling with excitement as I told her all about
Daisy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After she let Bella pet her for a few minutes, I could tell she was
getting restless, so I sat her down on the floor so she could run get a toy.
Daisy loved showing off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Obviously, she wants to impress you," I said with a grin as
Daisy ran back into the living room with her biggest toy, a giant stuffed
Pikachu, but rather than show Bella like a good little girl, she started
humping the shit out of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Bella, being her drunk self, started sputtering and laughing as I
wrestled the toy away from Daisy. "That was the funniest fucking thing
I've ever seen," she giggled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"It is pretty funny, but last time Daisy did that Alice was here
and it really freaked her out."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Alice?" Bella asked warily. Unless I was mistaken, I was
fairly certain I sensed a bit of jealousy in her tone as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"My little sister - she's thirteen. In fact, she's a big fan of
yours," I told her, making her smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"So that's one member of your family I won't have to convince to
like me," she said, with a relieved sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Had Bella not been as tipsy as she was, I didn't think she'd have let
that comment slip. At the very least she might have realized it after she said
it, maybe tried to backtrack. All I could think about was the fact that she
thought meeting my family was a given. <i>Inevitable</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I liked the sound of that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After Daisy had tired herself out, she laid down in her little red
doggie bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"It's getting late Darlin," I said suggestively, sliding my
hand across the small of Bella's back. "You ready to go to bed?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She shivered a little before looking up at me with a sexy, possessive
look in her eyes. No words left her luscious lips, just a nod before she
climbed up my body, wrapping her arms and legs around me so I could carry her
to my room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">On the way to the bedroom, I half expected her to pass out in my arms.
She didn't.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The moment we were through the threshold, Bella was kissing my neck, her
hot breath caressing my skin in ways that had me harder than ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I want you," she breathed against my ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">How in the fuck was I supposed to resist <i>that</i>?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*\o\Edward
Masen Cullen/o/*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After her third shot, I came to realize that Bella was a major
lightweight when it came to alcohol. Of course, I had no intention of letting
her get so drunk it made her sick, but she looked like she was having so much
fun and I couldn't bear to take that away from her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The moment we walked through the door at Beast's, Bella started to tense
up on me. I had a feeling she was imagining a scenario like those in old
Westerns - when the city slicker walks into the packed saloon - everyone is
laughing, dancing and playing cards, then the moment they all notice the
stranger... everything stops - everyone stares - glares even.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The look on Bella's face told me she was waiting for that to happen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Everyone <i>did</i> notice when we
walked in, but instead of gawking at the nervous young lady at my side, they
all came over or shouted some form of greeting at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I was a regular at Beast's and had done a sizable percentage of the work
on most of the patrons. It helped that Beast was my best customer, and with all
his contacts at the tavern, he sent a ton of business my way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After we were seated, he came by personally to snag our orders and
shamelessly flirt with Bella - right in front of me. I might have said something,
but the guy was a huge fucker, heavily pierced, with scary-ass facial tats, and
enormously gauged ears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Once Bella casually asked him to recommend a drink, the shots started
piling up on the table - each one of them with a ridiculous sexual name or some
weird as fuck flavor combination. It was cute watching her grimace and pucker
when she'd get something bitter or sour. I had to get make an effort not to
drag her to the bathroom for a quickie whenever she'd moan and lick her lips
after tasting something she particularly liked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After a half-pound burger with sweet potato fries, about three shots,
and two high balls, Bella was acting pretty loopy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We had to leave before she started dancing on the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I would have felt terrible if I let her go wild and some unflattering
video of her ended up on YouTube or something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As the somewhat, mature adult in this relationship - or whatever it was
- I felt it was my responsibility to make sure she didn't get into <i>too</i> much trouble.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Making sure she didn't attack me for sex while she was still drunk was
another matter altogether.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Bella, wake up, baby," I said quietly, giving her arm a
gentle nudge. After watching Bella fall asleep twice <i>and</i> proposition me with road head, all in a span of thirty minutes,
I decided just to bring her over to my place to sleep it off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Another concern, based on the address she gave me, was that Bella lived
in a pretty high-profile area. Places like that were probably swarming with
paparazzi at this hour, trying to catch glimpses of drunk and disheveled
celebrities making the walk of shame.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">That settled it, Bella was coming with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Edward?" She blinked up at me groggily, rubbing the sleep
from her eyes. "Where are we?" she asked, taking in her surroundings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"My house," I told her, reaching forward to brush away the
stray lock of hair that had fallen out of place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You have a house?" she chirped, surprised.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I might be a little rough around the edges, but I don't give off
the homeless vibe do I, Darlin'?" I feigned offense, before sniffing my
pits. "Do I stink or something?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She giggled loudly before snuggling into my chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I assumed you lived in an apartment, I guess… and no you don't
stink… you smell yummy."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"That's good to know. Now you have to let me go, unless you want to
spend the night in the car…"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Take me inside, Edward," she mumbled sleepily. As innocent as
it was her demand just made my dick even harder... if that was possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yes, Ma'am."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*~Bella
Swan~*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A choice.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It wasn't often I was given one, and yet Edward offered it freely, like
he truly understood my needs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">On one hand, I wanted to keep Edward to myself, let us talk in private,
without interruption - avoiding the possibility of me being recognized and
approached.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Another part of me, though, looked at this night and this place as a
rare opportunity to feel normal - if normality was something even possible for
a girl like me to achieve.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"What do you think?" I asked him, feeling a little uncertain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Honestly, I don't know if anyone in there will recognize you. I
mean, they aren't exactly your target demographic, but if someone does realize
who you are, I doubt they'll bother you," he assured me. "I think it
could be fun."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Will this guy, Beast, let me drink?" I asked hopefully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"There's a chance that could be arranged," he said with a
smirk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck… Edward, why did you let me drink so much?" I
complained, leaning heavily against his side as he guided us to his car. <i>Fuck, it looks pretty dark outside - must be
late.</i> "You didn't need to ply me with liquor… you're totally gonna
score tonight."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Oh am I?" he said with a grin, keeping me steady on my feet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You s-sure are, Darlin'," I slurred, licking my lips in a
manner I hoped was sexy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Okay," he agreed, laughing a little as he kissed the top of
my head and helped me into the car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I was feeling pretty tired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You're hot, Edward. So fucking hot… did you know that?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I'm glad you think so. I think you're pretty fucking hot
too." I could still hear laughter in his voice, and it made me wonder what
he thought was so funny. I was too tired to ask.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Good… yeah… good."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My eyes fluttered open a little, noticing that Edward was still by my
side, one hand resting on the gear shift, the other on the wheel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I wanna put your cock in my mouth again s-so bad," I
whispered, moving across the bench seat, so I could rub my hand on the top of
his thigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Oh… is that
his cock? Yummy.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Jesus Christ," he groaned loudly. "You're gonna kill us
both if you grab my dick like that again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"But, I want to… you know…" I paused for emphasis before
whispering against his ear "… suck it."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck… Bella," he growled a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Oh man…
that sound made me really wet</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Can we just go to your place… or mine… whichever's closer?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Shit, Bella… you are one horny drunk," he replied, laughing a
bit more easily after I let go of his wiener.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Maybe you would be too if you drank more than a two beers," I
retorted childishly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You were the one who accepted all those free shots from Beast, so
someone had to drive your goofy ass home."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"His name is Felix," I corrected.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I can't believe he let you call him that. <i>Everyone</i> calls him Beast."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I'm done talking about beasts, Edward, unless it's the long thick
beast between your legs."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck, you got a dirty mouth, girl," he groaned again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"All the better to taste you with, my pretty." I cracked
myself up, giggling like a lunatic while Edward continued driving, shaking his
head a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Weirdo."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*\o\Edward
Masen Cullen/o/*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As Bella stepped out of her adorable little Mini Cooper, I had to wonder
- how many times would I have to fuck my own hand before seeing her to prevent
my cock from getting hard in her presence? Obviously the three times I went in
the last twenty-four hours, not to mention the fuck-hot head she gave me
yesterday, just weren't going to cut it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My dick would be too raw to fuck if I wasn't careful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Willing myself to calm down, I leaned back against my car with practiced
ease, hoping I looked cool and collected - that she didn't notice the steel
hard rod pushing unmercifully against the front of my slacks. It was hard not
to be… hard… when Bella looked like…<i>that</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Fuck…</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> she was
every guy's wet dream, and at the moment I was thinking - <i>fuck the date.</i> I wanted nothing more than to spread her out and ram
my cock into her right there on the hood of my fucking car, but <i>sensible Edward</i> was there mentally
chastising me for my singular, perverted thoughts. I was fucked, I tell you…
totally and utterly fucked for this girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Knowing it would take nearly half an hour to get to the restaurant, I
used the time to get to know Bella a little better, while at the same time
focusing my eyes on the road to help the predicament in my jeans a bit as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"We're here," I said cheerfully as we pulled up beside the
restaurant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Holy shit," Bella mumbled, her eyes darting excitedly across
the parking lot, looking at all the custom hot rods, bikes, and muscle cars and
their heavily inked owners - quite a few of them clients of Blue Rose actually.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Beast's Tavern and Grille - Home of the best fucking burger you'll
ever sink your teeth into," I announced, motioning to the building in
front of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Better than <i>In and Out</i>?"
she asked incredulously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Fuck yes, Darlin'. Beast don't make none of that fast food shit
here."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She grinned widely, her eyes sparkling with thinly-veiled excitement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"So you've got a few choices… we can head on in through the front
door and eat with <i>those</i> fine folks, <i>or</i> Beast will let us eat in private on
the covered back patio," I offered, happy to let her decide what she was
comfortable with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I could tell by her comments the day before that she thought my dating
her might be bad for my reputation. If she knew me better, she'd know that,
with me, what you see is what you get. I wasn't the type of guy to give up on
something I wanted based on what other people thought about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">And I fucking wanted Bella. <i>Bad</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I also wanted her to know that I respected her need for privacy. She
knew better than me how much exposure she could handle. Me? I didn't give a
fuck. If the paparazzi wanted to take my picture, tell the world I was the guy
givin' it to <i>The Girl Next Door</i> -
fucking let em'.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*~Bella
Swan~*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Holy fuck," I whimpered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">On the two occasions I'd been privileged to see Edward, he'd been
dressed casually - navy-colored t-shirt with the Blue Rose's logo, and worn
out, button-fly jeans that made his ass look absolutely mouthwatering. Of
course, both times he was sinfully beautiful, in and out of those clothes.
However, nothing prepared me for the sight of that man looking hot as fuck,
leaning against his sexy as hell muscle car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I was dizzy with want, aching, heart-pounding desire that I felt all the
way to the very tips of my curling toes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My God, I
need him inside me.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Every inch of that man was nothing short of perfection - from his grey
Doc Martins, on up to his dark jeans, and a black v-neck sweater with the
sleeves rolled up, showcasing those sexy, muscular, ink-covered arms. The ink
and metal made him look dangerously sexy, impossibly beautiful - more than a
man had any right to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">If you're
lucky, you might get to keep him.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My body was on autopilot as I stopped the car, got out, and began moving
toward him - my brain too preoccupied with keeping the drool from leaking out
of my mouth to focus on anything else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hey, beautiful." His voice was like gravel and honey, making
me weak in the knees as his eyes raked over my body appreciatively with the
sexiest grin on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hey," I replied, pausing a couple feet in front of him,
feeling a bit shy as color filled my cheeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Come closer, Darlin'. You know I don't bite… hard," he teased
with a chuckle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">On unsteady legs, I moved toward him, my body only finding balance as
his arms snaked around my waist, his talented fingers lingering just a hair
above the swell of my ass. <i>Just a few
inches lower…</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My thoughts were cut off abruptly by his lips, gentle but demanding,
moving over mine till I returned his kiss with an eagerness that might have
been embarrassing had it not matched his own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Goddamn, you taste so fucking good," he growled against my
lips. For a brief moment, I thought I felt his cock begin to swell between our
bodies, but he angled his hips away from me suddenly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Party
pooper…</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Several minutes later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of Edward's
hot as fuck, silver 69' Camaro Z28 - his <i>baby</i>.
He was telling me all about it and how he and his friend Emmett found it dirt
cheap at an estate sale a couple years back. They spent months restoring it,
turning it into the panty dropper that is today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I had to admit, I knew next to nothing about cars, but I could tell this
one was special, and just so… Edward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"So, where are we going?" I asked, unable to contain my
curiosity. I was bubbling with anticipation, excited by the prospect of
spending time with him outside the shop for once.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"So… this place is probably not what you're used to with… umm…
other guys, but I really wanted to take you out to dinner tonight. I thought we
could go to a place I enjoy where we can talk - get to know each other better,
maybe have a little fun."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"That sounds perfect," I replied,my voice suddenly tight.
Watching Edward drive, the power in his hands as he shifted from gear to gear,
his eyes intense as he moved through traffic with ease, was ridiculously hot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He got me so fucking wet just from the thought of those strong hands and
what they could do. I didn't know how much longer I could last, and the date
was nowhere near being over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Fuck me.
Seriously.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*~Bella
Swan~*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Since she wasn't all that busy, I asked Ang to come over and help me get
ready for my date with Edward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After refusing him my address - much to my regret - he called me last
night, telling me how hard I made him, that he couldn't stop thinking about how
fucking perfect we looked together when he watched his cock sinking into me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">His words were dark poetry, making my body ache for him and anything he
was willing to give me. He owned me. Already.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">How I managed to push him away that first night was a mystery, and as
much as it both scared and titillated me, I knew could never be strong enough
to push him away again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It wasn't long after that his voice became tight and strained, making it
obvious that he was just as horny as I was and that meant he was about to stop
our sexy conversation in its tracks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">That date couldn't come soon enough and neither could I.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Bell, you look fucking perfect. He's gonna love it," Ang told
me sincerely, letting me draw strength from her words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"It's not too much?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Perfect, I tell you and stop worrying! You're making me sweat, and
I don't have any extra clothes here."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I had to thank Ang for what she was doing for me. It was honestly one of
the nicest things <i>anyone</i> had done for
me, but I suppose that's what friends are for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I heard about the press conference last week. So, how did Phil
take the news?" she asked sympathetically.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Of course he was pissed, but I promised him I'd consider film
opportunities if they continued to come in, but he knows I'm gonna be really
fucking picky too. No more <i>kiddy</i> shit
and no blockbuster romantic comedies."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"What happened to school and taking a vacation?" she asked
warily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I'm still taking a year off so I will definitely have time for
school, but I don't know if I can handle the attention. As for the movie thing,
well, something would have to be really fucking brilliant for me to even
consider it and even then I won't be doing them very often."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I'm really proud of you, hun."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Her comment made me blush. With as much praise as I was used to hearing,
it rarely sounded so tender and meaningful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">With a half hour to spare, Ang left me to finish getting ready for
Edward. I eventually <i>did</i> end up
texting him my address, but told him I'd have to meet him at Blue Rose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">One of my famous neighbors was stupid enough to make a sex tape and now
the paps were swarming the front gates hoping to catch a glimpse of her or
anyone they could find dirt on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As far as I knew no one knew I lived here yet and I aimed to keep it
that way as long as possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">When it was time to leave, I made my way down the elevator into the
parking garage, so I could leave, masked by my darkly tinted windows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As much as I hated to admit it, I was loving the Mini these days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It was cute and much less ostentatious than any of my other cars and
since it was new, it was neither recognizable nor attention grabbing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As I drove out onto the street, only few reporters even tried to get a
glimpse inside, and the rest ignored me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It didn't take long before I made it to Blue Rose, and a call from
Edward let me know he was already there waiting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hi," I greeted shyly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Hey, Darlin'. Just drive around back, and park next to me - I'm in
the silver 69' Camaro."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I followed his directions, easily finding my way around back of the
shop, but as soon as I spotted Edward leaning casually against his fuck-hot
muscle car, I nearly slammed on the breaks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*~Bella
Swan~*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">By the time I made it back to the Mini, I was in desperate need of a
change of panties. Edward's kisses had left me soaked and aching for another
release.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The problem was, after experiencing the touch of his expert hands, his
sinful mouth, and that thick cock, I wasn't sure I'd ever be satisfied with
anything less ever again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I was ruined.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">No one else could ever compare.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The moment I rushed into my apartment, my clothes became a pile on the
floor as I rushed to my bedroom. Thoughts of Edward ran through my head, making
pulse with desire. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he looked going down
on me, the expression on his face as he came with his cock in my mouth, or when
he asked me to dance that first night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I knew I'd never be able to sleep if I didn't get myself off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Knowing my fingers just wouldn't cut it, I grabbed my special toy from
its new home in the top drawer of my bedside table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I found myself wet and ready as I teased my entrance while thinking of
Edward's hands and lips and made myself whimper and come, imagining it was his
hard cock pushing into me with unrestrained need.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It was nothing compared to the kind of release Edward could give me, but
it would have to suffice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Feeling achy and frustrated, I slipped on my robe and went into the
kitchen for a snack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The apartment felt too empty, and though it was better than being back
with Renee and Phil, I still felt a wave of loneliness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Just as my thoughts started to take a pathetic turn, I heard my iPhone
buzz with a new notification.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Eagerly, I snatched it up, glancing at the screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My heart stuttered in my chest when I saw there was a message from
Edward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Does it
make me a pussy if I miss you already? - E.M.C.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Oh my God -
cue more heart stuttering</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As fast as my small fingers could sweep over my touchscreen keyboard, I
tapped out a giddy response.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Nah. Just
pussy whipped... - B</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">and then another because I couldn't not reciprocate his sweet admission.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">BTW - I
miss you too - B</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Oh yeah?
How much?- E.M.C.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I loved his teasing. I wondered if he might like a little himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Enough to
make myself come thinking about you - B</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I could hardly believe I'd had the guts to send him that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Fuck...
text me your address - E.M.C.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Shit... as much as I wanted to take him up on that offer, I knew it
wasn't what he <i>really</i> wanted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I suppose I
could be the strong one this time.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I'll see
you tomorrow, Darlin' - B</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*~Bella Swan~*</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Despite my overwhelming desire to fuck him senseless, I stopped myself from inviting Edward to spend the night at my place. I was sure he'd have declined anyway - better to save myself the embarrassment of rejection.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You up for hanging out after the session?" he asked, gently wiping at the fresh ink, sending a stinging jolt of pain throughout my body. It might have been better that my mind was so focused on worrying about what might happen with Edward, that I hadn't considered how painful being under the needle would be this time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Getting the outline filled hurt way more than I'd expected.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I could only imagine how much worse it might have been had I not been relaxed from the fuck-hot orgasms we'd given each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">With orgasms on the brain, I'd nearly forgotten about Edward's question. "That depends... are they going to give you a hard time about me being around?" I asked him warily. I already heard them laughing and making fun. I hated the idea that his friends might think less of him for being with someone like me. I was sure they assumed I was a fake bitch like most of the other <i>Disney</i> kids seemed to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Taking care not to pull too tight, he loosely taped up my back, covering the sensitive skin to protect it from damage. "Of course, but it wouldn't be any different than usual," he admitted before placing a tender kiss on my shoulder above my ink.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It sent a thrill of delight through me, making me want nothing more than to straddle his delicious body and grind on him till he was mad with lust. <i>Then he'd have no choice but to fuck me passionately, angling his hips, so he hit the most perfect...</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Bella?" his voice broke me from my lust-induced fantasy, causing my face to flush with color.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Yeah?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"You're all done," he said quietly.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Until the next one," I replied with a smirk.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Yeah... I already want another one.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jake and Rose both turned out to be pretty nice. They definitely gave Edward a hard time when they noticed his fly was undone, but the topic of my fame, and how utterly dissimilar my world was from theirs, never seemed to come up for discussion.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Despite our glaring differences, they treated me like an old friend, and Rose even put her arm around my shoulder to whisper embarrassing secrets about Edward, making me groan in sympathy when she told me about the time he puked on this customer who had really bad hygiene during a genital piercing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Bleh...</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I had fun today," I told Edward just as I was getting ready to leave. He agreed and brought his lips to mine swiftly, kissing me so good, it nearly brought me to my knees.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Goodnight, Edward," I whispered against his lips, making no move to pull away. He didn't seem too eager to stop me either, wrapping me in his arms till Jake came up behind him making exaggerated kissing sounds and moaning like a bitch in heat.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Get the fuck out of here, Black," Edward growled, clutching me to his chest possessively.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Fuck... we needed to get this date shit out of the way before I ended up tackling this man.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Damn you, Edward Cullen.</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">*~Bella
Swan~*</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It seemed that going down on Edward had been the perfect tension breaker
to get us both smiling and laughing, comfortable - like before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Before we fucked each others brains out that first night, before Edward
knew the truth about me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">But now that he knew, and still wanted to hang out and be with me, I was
thrilled beyond belief that we could get back to that easy conversation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I still had to wonder if Edward truly understood what he was getting
himself into with me though. He said he wanted to take me on a date, but did he
realize how few options we'd have?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Until I was no longer a person of interest to the media, Edward would
have no privacy. Paps would be constantly up his ass following him home from
the shop, turning friendships with people like his cousin Rose into some kind
of torrid sex affair, or me meeting with a guy friend - if I had any - into a
story that I've turned to another man to escape my gold digging boyfriend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The fact that Edward wasn't famous or rich would certainly have people
talking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A part of me entertained the idea that Edward might only want to be with
me because of the fame or money, but the way we met, him not recognizing me at
least told me he was attracted to me, so I felt less inclined to believe that
he would take advantage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Maybe I was naive, but I felt like he was someone I could genuinely
trust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Those warning bells that always went off with other boys I dated were
absent when I thought of being with Edward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I was most definitely willing to give him a chance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Our compatibility and sexual chemistry could not be denied and I wanted
nothing more than to explore that aspect a bit further.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"So... about that date?" I asked wincing slightly as the
needle pulsed against my back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"What about it?" he replied, distractedly, his careful focus
aimed at making my ink look perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"I was just curious. I guess I was wondering what you had in
mind," I replied, my voice laced with a thread of unease.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He remained silent for a moment, as if contemplating, "I've got
some ideas," he replied cryptically.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't want him to have to go out of his
way to keep me hidden from the public eye. The last thing I wanted was for
Edward to get treated like some kind of sideshow freak because he was with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I wanted us to be normal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Don't worry though, you won't be bothered where we're going,"
he added as if he'd been reading my mind somehow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Thank you," I whispered, wishing I could give him a kiss or
squeeze his hand, so he knew how much I appreciated his thoughtfulness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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