Walking into the reception on Edward’s arm was surreal, though not for the reason I would have thought. It wasn’t my drunkenness nor was it the striking beauty of the setting. It wasn’t even that despite being a twenty-five-year-old college-educated homeowner, now that my two best friends were married there was no longer any denying we had become adults. The night wasn’t about Edward and me, yet I still felt that Jasper and Alice weren’t the only couple who’d made it official.

After we were announced, no one but my friends and his parents acknowledged our presence. We faded into the crowd as any other couple, consumed by the romance around us. Alice and Jasper had their first dance before dinner was served, after which the four of us joined them on the dance floor. As the band played the opening of Fly Me to the Moon, Edward pulled me into his arms.

As if sensing my trepidation, he whispered into my ear. “This is a fox trot. It’s really just walking in time to the music, but because of your dress no one will know if you’re actually doing the steps. Just move with me.”

The alcohol relaxed me enough so that I didn’t second-guess myself. Edward led, and I melted into him. When the song ended, Edward took Jake’s empty seat at the head table at Alice’s request. He fit in with our group so easily.

“Is this what you meant when you said Alice was high-maintenance?” Edward gestured to Jasper, who was busy cutting Alice’s meat.

Alice laughed. “No, I usually cut my own food. I was afraid of getting the wine reduction on my dress. I know you’re at school right now, but you should come out with us some weekend when you’re home. We usually hang out at McGillin’s.”

“Thank you for the invitation, Alice, but I don’t have a fake ID.”

I downed another glass of wine. Sadly, nothing was ever easy.

“I’m sorry; I wasn’t thinking.”

When did Alice think?

“Actually,” Emmett began, leaning across the table. “They don’t card early in the evening.”

“I was craving their nachos last week,” Rose explained. “So we popped in late Saturday afternoon. No bouncer.”

“I’d prefer if we shifted the weekend ritual to earlier in the day anyway. I wouldn’t want Rose packed in there with all the drunks in her condition.” Em winked at me discreetly.

I knew this had more to do with wanting to include Edward than it did Rose’s pregnancy. Rose rarely joined us at the bar; her work schedule prohibited it. As Emmett continued to go out of his way to make Edward feel comfortable, it became harder for me to believe I’d ever thought he was shallow.

After dinner, as the other guests began to dance and mingle, we joined Edward’s parents at the bar. I hugged Esme tightly.

“She’s drunk, Dad.” I heard Edward’s voice from somewhere behind me.

Carlisle laughed. “I got that vibe at the ceremony.”

“I love you,” I muttered into Esme’s shoulder.

“I love you, too, Bella,” Esme said, laughing. “Is there an actual reason for your declaration or do you love everyone right now?”

“No, just you.” I turned around and gestured to Edward. “And him. And I guess you, too, Carlisle. And my friends–”

“We get the point,” Carlisle said, laughing.

The orchestra began to play Moon River, and Edward turned to his father.

“Would you keep an eye on Bella for me?”

Carlisle nodded, and Edward extended his arm to Esme.

“May I?” he asked.

Esme threaded her arm through her son’s, and they walked to the dance floor.

They moved with unspeakable grace. I took a step forward to get a better view and stumbled slightly. Carlisle caught me, keeping his arm around me even after I’d found my footing, as if he didn’t trust me not to fall down. He turned to the bartender and asked for a glass of water, which he handed to me. I held it in one hand and placed the other on his shoulder to steady myself.

I angled my head toward  Edward and Esme. “Can you do that?”

“Not as well as they do. They took lessons for years. It was something they could do together while I was at the hospital.”

“The one time I waltzed with Edward,  we didn’t look like that.”

“Ah, the high school graduation party.”

“He told you?”

“Yes. To say that he enjoyed your attention that evening would be an understatement.”

“That surprises me…that you know about that.”

“Surely he’s told you how close we are.”

“Yes. He claims you’re his best friend, that he tells you everything. I just have a hard time believing him.”

“Well, you should believe him. He’s telling the truth.”

“He actually does tell you everything?” I asked. “As in everything everything?”



Carlisle laughed.

“I’m sorry. I’m just surprised.”

“By the fact Edward talks to me about you?”

“How does that work?” I asked. “I mean, you’re his parent.”

“I know you don’t speak to your mother, but haven’t you ever confided in your father?”

I shook my head.


“In all fairness to him, he might have listened. I just never tried. I think I reminded him of my mother a bit too much. Besides, he carries a gun. It’s more than a little intimidating.”

He squeezed me gently, as if he understood.

“Edward didn’t have any peers with whom he connected Esme and I always encouraged him to talk to us about anything that was on his mind. Obviously, when he became a teenager there were certain topics which he was more comfortable discussing with me than with his mother. I became his friend and confidante primarily, while Esme continued to function solely as his parent. It hasn’t always been an ideal solution, but it worked for us. Case in point”when Edward first brought you home to meet us. Obviously, I knew all the details and I’d told him he needed to tell his mother beforehand. He chose not to do so. Esme felt so betrayed by me, even though she later acknowledged it wasn’t my place to tell her things Edward had told me in confidence. I like to think that we just moved into the sort of relationship an adult child would have with his father a bit sooner than most. It’s still parental, but I don’t hover. When he wants to talk, I’m there for him. I offer advice only if he asks. When I do, I usually offer two sets of it—what I would tell him as his father and what I would tell him as his friend.”

“They differ?”

“Vastly.” He smiled. “Especially when it comes to you.”

“It’s not weird for you to hear…well…that?”  My alcohol consumption had not at all affected my ability to speak articulately.

“No. I’m thankful he feels he can come to me.”

“Huh.” Nor had it diminished my vocabulary.

“This bothers you.”

“A bit.” It bothered me tremendously.

“He doesn’t go into detail.” He laughed. “At least, not a great deal of it.”

“He’s…descriptive?” I was appalled.

“Not gratuitously so.”

“But you know I…that we…” I couldn’t even say it.

“Even if Edward hadn’t told me you’d been intimate, I would have figured it out for myself when I found your panties in the Volvo.”

“I think I want to die.”

I stood there blushing like an imbecile while Carlisle laughed at me.

“I’m not sure why this makes you so uncomfortable. You of all people should understand that sex is one of those things that just happens.”

“What do you mean ‘you of all people’?”

He winked at me, taking a sip of his gimlet.

Holy father of fuck.

“He told you that about me?”

“It was relevant.” He shrugged.

I temporarily suspended my horror at the extent of Carlisle’s knowledge, recognizing this as a unique opportunity.

“I’m probably going to regret asking you this, but does my…um…history bother him?”

“That’s something you should ask Edward.”

“I have. He claims it doesn’t, but his actions say differently.”

“I’m not going to betray his confidence.”

“As if he hasn’t grilled Em about me. Turnabout is fair play.”

“Your past doesn’t bother him. Quite the opposite, actually.”


“There are two ways to look at that kind of situation.” Carlisle raised his glass to his lips before continuing. “The obvious one would be to feel intimidated by it.”

“Which he does,” I interjected.

“He did. Now it’s an ego boost for him.”

“How is that even possible?”

Carlisle smiled. “You may have looked around quite a bit, but you chose him. Just be good to him. I don’t know if you’ve thought about the future at all, but Edward has. Every scenario he’s considered includes you.”

“Are you asking me what my intentions are toward your son?” I couldn’t contain my giggles.

“We’ll save that conversation for sometime when you’re more likely to remember it. I was letting you know what his are toward you.”

Edward reappeared and Carlisle handed me over.

“I think you should get her back to the hotel, Edward. She’s pretty far gone. Make sure she drinks lots of water.” He looked at me, smiling. “Bella, it’s always a pleasure.”

At least one of us enjoyed our conversation.

Edward led me out of the ballroom. As soon as we were out of sight, he carried me.

“I can walk,” I protested.

“Humor me.”

He settled me into the back seat of a taxi and directed the driver to the Four Seasons.

We were two doors down from Alice’s room when I realized I didn’t have a key.

“This isn’t going to work. I won’t be able to open the door to get my things. We should go to my house and figure it out tomorrow.”

Edward retrieved a key card from his pocket and opened the door directly in front of us. He scooped me up and carried me inside, setting me  on my feet in the center of the room.

“Whose room is this?” I asked.


“Why do you have a hotel room?”

He laughed. “Let’s just say you aren’t the only person in this room who’d fail a field sobriety test.”

He tossed his key card onto the desk, following it with his jacket. In what was quite possibly the sexiest gesture I’d ever seen, he loosened and removed his bow-tie with a single sweep of his hand.

Transfixed, I wondered if he’d be willing to strip for me.

“Oh, I see how it is.” He popped his cuff links out of his shirt, plunking them onto the desk beside his tie. “You are many things, but I never would have thought you were a tease.”

He pulled me against him and slowly unzipped the back of my dress. “I’ve never seen you look more beautiful.”

I stepped out of my dress when it fell to the floor. He ran his fingers up my back and unfastened my strapless bra, replacing it with his hands. I sighed as he brushed his thumbs over the tips of my breasts.

“You have no idea what you do to me. Earlier when we were outside the church, I wanted to toss you into the back of the nearest limo and…” he stopped.

I wanted him to keep talking, to know his thoughts, his fantasies. I wanted to be everything for him.

“And what, Edward?” I opened his shirt and dropped it on the floor. “Tell me,” I said,  flicking my tongue over his nipple.

“I wanted to have you, and I didn’t want to be gentle about it. I feel guilty about what went through my head.”


“There was nothing loving about what I wanted to do to you.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I know you love me. Now please just fuck me.”

I straddled him as he walked to the other side of the room before dropping me onto the bed. I wiggled out of my panties as he removed the rest of his clothing, fingering myself impatiently as I waited for him to join me. He stood beside the bed watching me, even after he was freed from the remnants of his tuxedo.

“I’m waiting,” I said, stroking myself. “If you don’t hurry up, I’ll get myself off before you even get into bed.”

He stretched out beside me and whispered in my ear. “I like that you touch yourself. I’ve wanted to watch you for so long now…” He grazed my earlobe with his teeth. “Make yourself come, Bella. I need to see it…”

The sight of Edward watching me intensified each sensation and it didn’t take long for me to do just as he asked. My breathing had not yet slowed from my orgasm when he turned me over and entered me from behind. He gripped my hips as he pumped in and out of me, moaning, collapsing on top of me when he found his release.

Afterward, I settled myself on top of him with my head against his chest.

“I didn’t know nice boys could be so…carnal.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” There was a hint of panic in his voice.

“No.” I scooted slightly over to the side. “So Mr. Closet Voyeur, it’s your turn.”

“I’m not sure I follow you.”

I placed his hand on his penis. “Don’t even pretend you don’t do this three times a day. Show me.”

He closed his hand around his cock and begin to work himself. As exciting as it was to watch him, I couldn’t let him finish. I need to feel him again too badly. As soon as he was fully erect I straddled him, taking him inside me by lowering my hips to meet his.

I leaned forward so I could kiss him and he began to move inside me. As his thrusts intensified, he placed his finger in my mouth. I sucked it briefly and his hands cupped my backside, squeezing my cheeks until I felt his finger enter me there.

Oh my god.

Keeping his both finger and his penis inside me, he reached with his other hand and began stroking me. My hips bucked and I moaned unintelligibly as I came. I collapsed on to his chest seconds before he found his own release.

He held me close to him and kissed my forehead. It was several minutes before we were able to speak. He reached over to the night stand and opened a bottle of water, which he handed to me.

“I hope you don’t regret this in the morning.’

“You? Never.”

“I was talking about your alcohol consumption,” he said, laughing. “So your two best friends are married and the other two will be by the end of the month. Does it bother you at all?”

“I’m happy that they’re happy.”

“No, I mean that it can’t be us. At least, not for a very long time.”

“I’ve never thought of myself as the kind of person who gets married. So no, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Exactly what do you mean by that?”

“It’s just not something I thought I would ever do. And you being the age that you are, it’s sort of a non-issue.”

He sighed. “You’ve had a lot to drink tonight, Bella, so I’m choosing to ignore the fact that you are still so dismissive of me. Now finish the rest of your water like a good girl.”

As I sat up to finish what was left in the bottle, Edward chuckled.

“What?” I said.

“As sexy as I think you look right now, we should probably fix you up a bit before you fall asleep. Turn around.”

I wiggled so that my back was to him and Edward began taking the pins out of my hair.

“I don’t even have a brush with me. Shit. I don’t have anything with me. I haven’t done the walk of shame in formal wear since college. Tomorrow morning will be fun. Bet they don’t see much of that here at the Four Seasons.”

“In anticipation of that, I stopped by your house and picked up a few necessities. You have all the basics, including a change of clothes.”

He hopped off the bed and returned with a hairbrush. Ever so gently, he began to work the tangles out of my hair.

“Thank you,” I said.

“I’ve always wanted to do this. You know how much I love your hair.” He put the brush down and kissed my neck. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m starting to sober up a bit.”

He reached around me and cupped my breasts. “As much fun as I’ve had with you in an altered state, I think that’s probably for the best. I hope you don’t suffer too much when you wake up.”

I turned to face him and stroked his penis, marveling at how quickly I could arouse him.

“Who said anything about sleeping?” I lay back on the bed and pulled him on top of me.

The glory of the man inside me far overwhelmed my drunkenness, and when I finally did pass out it was more from physical exhaustion than from actual intoxication.

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  1. on 28 Sep 2010 at 2:49 pmKH

    I absolutley love your story!! Cant wait to read Edwards point of view!
    Thank you!


  2. on 01 Oct 2010 at 7:14 amlisa89

    Haha, got a little anal action in there! Rockin’. And I’m with Edward – it must really hurt him that Bella is so dismissive of him in regard to his age. Not cool, B. I also really enjoyed Bella and Carlisle’s conversation. I’d elaborate, but it’s early, and I’ve got to get ready for work. Yuck.


  3. on 12 Nov 2010 at 7:02 pmkng1986

    After the marriage, comments maybe Carlisle should ask Bella her intentions.

    Their sexy times keep getting better.


  4. on 25 Nov 2010 at 4:14 pmBooksgalore/Bookishqua

    Drunk Bella is amusing. I liked the conversation they had comparing where all the couples are in life. Very realistic.


  5. on 30 Dec 2010 at 2:23 amFancastride

    Yikes having the talk with Edward’s dad. Edward is so sure of their future it’s only been a few months.


  6. on 05 Jan 2011 at 8:33 amSea4Me

    Tuxedoward? Nice! Great description of the parenting realities. Thank you for that. Love how she basically called *him* a non-issue. Ugh. Poor, patient E. Altho, I do wonder how his Jasper outburst jives with Carlisle’s explanation.


  7. on 17 Mar 2011 at 5:29 amNHJO100

    Oooohhh Edward is getting kinky and confident. so hot. So good for Bella….and the Carlisle convo…..holy crap is all I have to say!!