When I Move, You Move; Chapter 3: I Kissed a Girl
I really should be working on my AP "Introspective Paper" as DocSaw calls it, but I just can't get my mind away from the fictional world. It's going to be the death of me.
Anyway!
I was thinking about some stuff earlier, and I was thinking of maybe doing some kind of Halloween thing for this story, so if you have any ideas on what Edward's costume should be, please let me know. I've already got an idea for Bella, and it is anything but innocent, no joke. Think "Mean Girls" XD Oh yeah, I'm going there XDD But the Halloween thing probably won't be anytime soon. Quite possibly around actual Halloween. I was thinking about it because Halloween is one of my favorite holidays :D Yay, Halloween! *happydance*
Anyway, this chapter isn't really anything crucial to the plot, just some basic Bella/Edward conversation. Nothing much happens in here; I'm mainly just trying to fine tune my descriptions :] Let me know if I've done a good job! :D
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BPOV
After everyone was caught up on who was who, Edward sat in the only available seat--thank God it was next to me--and immersed himself in the witty banter of those I called my friends. I was a bit pissed Alice never mentioned she had a sexy, friggin' smokin' brother to me before, although I doubt those would have been the words she would have used to describe him...
I wasn't paying much attention to anything being said (I was prepared with the excuse the music was too loud in case anyone asked me a question I would undoubtedly not hear), but rather focusing on my drink--Grey Goose--and sneaking glances at Edward through my layered bangs. He looked amazingly gorgeous in the dim setting of the club. The occasional strobe light glancing off his face would highlight a different part of his face, making apparent the striking features of his jaw, outlining the curve of it by his ear, or shadowing his nose just right, creating an imaginary hollow on his cheekbone. Often, it would make his eyes sparkle for a miniscule moment, and I would have great difficulty tearing my eyes away from him. Every so often I would get the overwhelming urge to lure him a back wall, any wall, and shove my tongue down his throat, only to flinch slightly when I realized what I was thinking.
At one point, when of the rare times I wasn't staring at him, I would feel his gaze on me. I struggled with myself to keep still and not look, for I knew that with one glance, I wouldn't have been able to control myself, and I would have ended up jumping him in front of my friends... and his sister...
That was one thing I was not willing to do.
I opted for the alternative instead: dancing.
I stood up a bit shakily--I'd lost track of how much Grey Goose I'd consumed in the past 20 minutes--and stalked off to the dance floor as "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry came on. I started moving only a little, trying to get the feel of the song before letting anything loose.
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it...
The first chorus played as a slender brunette girl stumbled toward me, her drunken state apparent even to me, the girl who quite possibly downed at entire bottle of Grey just to keep from talking to an outrageously gorgeous man. I reached out my hand to her, a silent invitation, and she accepted. I pulled her toward me, turned around so she was behind me, and started moving more intensely to the music, closing my eyes to the world. She instantly put her hands on my hips and grinded against me, moving with me. I placed my hands on hers and pushed back against her, Edward's face filling my mind for a moment, causing me to smile dreamily. I vaguely heard her call her name out to me--Jessica--and smiled in response. Jessica was a very good dancer, I noted. I leaned my head back against her shoulder, sighing a bit as the song came to an end and segued into "My Humps" by Black Eyed Peas.
I drive these fuckers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
The buy me all these ices
Dolce & Gabanna
Fendi and NaDonna
Jessica moved her leg so it was between mine, still grinding, creating a welcomed friction against me. My lips parted slightly, and I fought to keep the moan from escaping. Her hands moved slowly against my body, creeping up my sides, never venturing too far, and moving back down to my hips. Frequently, one of her hands would slide down to my upper thigh and rub inward, toward my core, to which I would just push against her further. I was thoroughly lost to the music and the vodka I'd drunk. I felt wild, loose, and carefree. It was as if I hadn't a worry in the world. Nice, shy, reserved Bella had left the building. In her place was a new, wild, sexy Bella. This new Bella barely registered when Jessica's lips started sucking on her neck. The new Bella reveled in the touch, replacing the female with a much better replacement male.
Then Old Bella came back.
Holy hell!
I jerked away from Jessica so fast she almost fell. I turned to face her, horrified, mouth agape, trying to figure out when I told her it was okay to do that.
I came up blank.
With that knowledge, I turned back toward the booth my friends and Edward had been occupying and slunk down in the seat until I felt safe. I felt dirty and used. How could I have done something like that? Oh, yeah, I thought it was Edward doing those things to me. Dear God, I haven't even said two whole sentences to the guy and I'm already feeling his hands on me.
He had his hands on you earlier, the evil part of my brain mentioned to me. I scoffed at myself. God. I was pathetic. Lusting after a man I've never met, who also happened to be my friend and roommate's older brother. Therein lay the true problem. He was family. He was off-limits to me. Dammit.
I sighed, dejected, and looked up for the first time since I was molested on the dance floor. My gaze slinked slowly up until it connected with the green-eyed Sex God I had just been thinking about. His gaze seem perplexed, but intrigued. I fleetingly wondered what he was thinking. I prayed for some insight on the mind of this wonderful piece of man.
"Are you alright?" he asked me. Such a simple question, but to me, it sounded like he was trying to seduce me. Bring it on, babe, I thought.
His stare was intense, and I was wuickly reminded of the fact that he had asked me a question. So I used my excuse.
"Sorry, what? The music's a bit loud," I raised my voice slightly to make it seem like a legitimate excuse, because everyone that knew me knew I was a horrible liar. It appeared to be the case in this instance as well. Crap.
He looked amused for a moment, his luscious, kissable lips pulling up into a crooked smirk, and I lost my train of thought.
Holy crap, he's good.
"I asked you if you were alright. You looked a bit morose for a second over there," he explained.
"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. Great. Wonderful."
He raised an eyebrow. Overkill, I thought. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he held back, choosing instead to pick up his drink, a dark colored liquid, and taking a sip.
"So, what's in there?" I suggested, motioning toward his drink with my hand.
"Jack on the rocks," he replied quickly.
"Oh... Is it good?" I asked.
"To me, but to each his--or her--own."
"May I try some?"
"If you want. Be careful, though, it burns going down," he quipped with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
I scowled at him, taking the glass from his hand and leaning it toward my lips. Some of the whiskey went down, tingling my tongue a bit. The second it hit my throat, my eyes started watering. Damn! He wasn't kidding! I quickly swallowed the rest of the gulp, resisting the urge to spit it out and chug a gallon of water to stop the burning. A traitorous tear took on a life of its own and rolled down my cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut to keep any other tears in and to dull the pain in my throat.
Edward had his hand over his mouth; his shoulders were shaking slightly. He was obviously trying not to laugh out of respect for me, but when I grimaced at him, he let loose with a deep, tenor laugh, musical like his voice. "I told you it burned going down."
"Shut up."
"Bella, are you alright?" Alice asked through a fit of giggles. I had forgotten she was there. I turned my head and saw Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper all chuckling at me, and I felt the heat crawl up my neck as my face colored.
"Yes, I'm fine," I muttered.
"Alright kids, we're gonna head out," Emmett stated, standing up with Rosalie, "Bella, you gonna be alright for the rest of the night?"
"Yeah, see you later Em. Bye, Rose," I stood up and hugged them both, giving Emmett a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I think I'm going to call it a night as well. You going to Rosalie's, Em?" Jasper asked him.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna stay over there. You can have the apartment tonight."
"Thanks, man," Jasper ended with a fist bump.
"Alice, you ready to go?" Jasper asked her.
"Yeah, just let me get my coat from the coat check," Alice said, jumping up, "Edward, do you think you could give Bella a ride home for me? I'm just going to follow Jasper to his place."
"Alice, that's not necessary, I'm perfectly fine calling a taxi," I started.
"No, no, I'll take you. Don't worry about it. It's no big deal," Edward retorted.
"Really, you don't have to--"
"Seriously, it's no big deal. Where do you live?" Edward cut me off.
"Great! Thanks, Edward. Bella, I owe you one. Thanks for understanding!" Alice chirpped before bouncing away after Jasper.
I sighed. I didn't know how I was supposed to survive a whole car ride with him. I could barely form a sentence in a packed club, what was I going to do in a small, enclosed space, with only us?!
I turned to him, looking up at his face. Wow, he's kinda tall, I thought to myself. I blinked, trying to get control of myself before I gave him directions to mine and Alice's apartment.
"But can we just wait for this one song to end before we leave? I love dancing to it. It's got a great beat," I gushed as I heard "Temperature" by Sean Paul come on.
"Sure, but only if you'll dance with me," he said, his eye boring into mine.
"Uh... Er... Yeah, sure... Uh... Let's go," I stammered before turning toward the floor.
He grabbed my hand, and I felt a jolt of electric current run through my veins. I flinched slightly but quickly composed myself, and followed him to the dance floor.
As the song started, I was facing him, his hands on my hips, my arms around his neck, moving timidly to the beat. I was terrified of messing up in front of him. I didn't want to seem like a spaz. I turned around so his chest was against my back and started moving more comfortably.
I raised my arms above my head, moving my hands in a rolling motion to the music, rolling my hips against him as the motion took over my body. I closed my eyes, losing myself again, and put my hands where pockets would have been had I been wearing jeans, and swayed my body to the drum beat. My head moved back toward his shoulder, and I felt my lips curl into a small smile as I felt his hands gripping my hips tightly. Temperature turned into "S.O.S" by Rihanna , and Edward started moving his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him, causing my ass to grind into his crotch. I heard him let out a low groan, which activated my own moan. I started grinding my ass harder into him, and his hands started moving around my body, stroking up my stomach toward my chest, but just as he was about to grab my breasts, he moved his hands back down, crossing them over me, spinning me to face him again. He gazed into my eyes, his own emeralds darkening significantly. I bit my lip, nervous.
He stuck his right leg between mine, and I instantly started rolling my hips back and forth across his leg to the beat of "Get Up" by Ciara. My hands went from my side to sliding up his firm chest, hidden by an inconvenient shirt that hinted at how sculpted he was, to around his neck. My fingers played with the bronze hair at the nape of his neck. I pressed closer to him, pushing my chest against his. His expression betrayed pure lust and longing. He wanted me. And he knew I knew.
I smiled wickedly, upping the ante a bit. I made my moves more sensual, pushing all his buttons, pressing against him in all the right places. My hands slid down his chest to the waistband of his jeans, lingering for only a moment, before slowly climbing back up to his broad shoulders. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, throwing my head back, both out of necessity and for show, because he was seriously turning me on! I wanted nothing more than to take him back to me room and have my way with him. And I would make sure I did everything in my power to make it happen.
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So! I was NOT expecting that to happen. I just started typing something and it just came out! I like this writing thing. :D The next chapter will probably be from Edward's point of view, because I think it'll earn me a few giggles. It'll be awkward writing from EPOV, but I'm going to do my best with it. Don't worry, they aren't going to live at the club, Bella just got a little excited, and Edward kinda forgot where he was. In all honesty, though, can you blame him? I mean, come on! If you were a guy, and you were dancing with a hot girl, and she was basically screwing you in a club with some hot dance moves, you'd forget where you were too, wouldn't you? That's what I thought. XD
But now I'm going to work on my paper that I put off until..well... now. X[ No fun. Wish me luck!
Oh, and all the chapters will have song title names from now on. They won't really have any specific meaning to the characters, more like I was listening to that song when I got inspired (The title for this one should kind of clear that up, because Bella obviously didn't kiss a girl, but a girl DID kiss her XDD).
So have fun with that, and if you think of anything I should put in the next chapter that you think would be good, tell me, and I'll consider it. :]
Anyway!
I was thinking about some stuff earlier, and I was thinking of maybe doing some kind of Halloween thing for this story, so if you have any ideas on what Edward's costume should be, please let me know. I've already got an idea for Bella, and it is anything but innocent, no joke. Think "Mean Girls" XD Oh yeah, I'm going there XDD But the Halloween thing probably won't be anytime soon. Quite possibly around actual Halloween. I was thinking about it because Halloween is one of my favorite holidays :D Yay, Halloween! *happydance*
Anyway, this chapter isn't really anything crucial to the plot, just some basic Bella/Edward conversation. Nothing much happens in here; I'm mainly just trying to fine tune my descriptions :] Let me know if I've done a good job! :D
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BPOV
After everyone was caught up on who was who, Edward sat in the only available seat--thank God it was next to me--and immersed himself in the witty banter of those I called my friends. I was a bit pissed Alice never mentioned she had a sexy, friggin' smokin' brother to me before, although I doubt those would have been the words she would have used to describe him...
I wasn't paying much attention to anything being said (I was prepared with the excuse the music was too loud in case anyone asked me a question I would undoubtedly not hear), but rather focusing on my drink--Grey Goose--and sneaking glances at Edward through my layered bangs. He looked amazingly gorgeous in the dim setting of the club. The occasional strobe light glancing off his face would highlight a different part of his face, making apparent the striking features of his jaw, outlining the curve of it by his ear, or shadowing his nose just right, creating an imaginary hollow on his cheekbone. Often, it would make his eyes sparkle for a miniscule moment, and I would have great difficulty tearing my eyes away from him. Every so often I would get the overwhelming urge to lure him a back wall, any wall, and shove my tongue down his throat, only to flinch slightly when I realized what I was thinking.
At one point, when of the rare times I wasn't staring at him, I would feel his gaze on me. I struggled with myself to keep still and not look, for I knew that with one glance, I wouldn't have been able to control myself, and I would have ended up jumping him in front of my friends... and his sister...
That was one thing I was not willing to do.
I opted for the alternative instead: dancing.
I stood up a bit shakily--I'd lost track of how much Grey Goose I'd consumed in the past 20 minutes--and stalked off to the dance floor as "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry came on. I started moving only a little, trying to get the feel of the song before letting anything loose.
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it...
The first chorus played as a slender brunette girl stumbled toward me, her drunken state apparent even to me, the girl who quite possibly downed at entire bottle of Grey just to keep from talking to an outrageously gorgeous man. I reached out my hand to her, a silent invitation, and she accepted. I pulled her toward me, turned around so she was behind me, and started moving more intensely to the music, closing my eyes to the world. She instantly put her hands on my hips and grinded against me, moving with me. I placed my hands on hers and pushed back against her, Edward's face filling my mind for a moment, causing me to smile dreamily. I vaguely heard her call her name out to me--Jessica--and smiled in response. Jessica was a very good dancer, I noted. I leaned my head back against her shoulder, sighing a bit as the song came to an end and segued into "My Humps" by Black Eyed Peas.
I drive these fuckers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
The buy me all these ices
Dolce & Gabanna
Fendi and NaDonna
Jessica moved her leg so it was between mine, still grinding, creating a welcomed friction against me. My lips parted slightly, and I fought to keep the moan from escaping. Her hands moved slowly against my body, creeping up my sides, never venturing too far, and moving back down to my hips. Frequently, one of her hands would slide down to my upper thigh and rub inward, toward my core, to which I would just push against her further. I was thoroughly lost to the music and the vodka I'd drunk. I felt wild, loose, and carefree. It was as if I hadn't a worry in the world. Nice, shy, reserved Bella had left the building. In her place was a new, wild, sexy Bella. This new Bella barely registered when Jessica's lips started sucking on her neck. The new Bella reveled in the touch, replacing the female with a much better replacement male.
Then Old Bella came back.
Holy hell!
I jerked away from Jessica so fast she almost fell. I turned to face her, horrified, mouth agape, trying to figure out when I told her it was okay to do that.
I came up blank.
With that knowledge, I turned back toward the booth my friends and Edward had been occupying and slunk down in the seat until I felt safe. I felt dirty and used. How could I have done something like that? Oh, yeah, I thought it was Edward doing those things to me. Dear God, I haven't even said two whole sentences to the guy and I'm already feeling his hands on me.
He had his hands on you earlier, the evil part of my brain mentioned to me. I scoffed at myself. God. I was pathetic. Lusting after a man I've never met, who also happened to be my friend and roommate's older brother. Therein lay the true problem. He was family. He was off-limits to me. Dammit.
I sighed, dejected, and looked up for the first time since I was molested on the dance floor. My gaze slinked slowly up until it connected with the green-eyed Sex God I had just been thinking about. His gaze seem perplexed, but intrigued. I fleetingly wondered what he was thinking. I prayed for some insight on the mind of this wonderful piece of man.
"Are you alright?" he asked me. Such a simple question, but to me, it sounded like he was trying to seduce me. Bring it on, babe, I thought.
His stare was intense, and I was wuickly reminded of the fact that he had asked me a question. So I used my excuse.
"Sorry, what? The music's a bit loud," I raised my voice slightly to make it seem like a legitimate excuse, because everyone that knew me knew I was a horrible liar. It appeared to be the case in this instance as well. Crap.
He looked amused for a moment, his luscious, kissable lips pulling up into a crooked smirk, and I lost my train of thought.
Holy crap, he's good.
"I asked you if you were alright. You looked a bit morose for a second over there," he explained.
"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. Great. Wonderful."
He raised an eyebrow. Overkill, I thought. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he held back, choosing instead to pick up his drink, a dark colored liquid, and taking a sip.
"So, what's in there?" I suggested, motioning toward his drink with my hand.
"Jack on the rocks," he replied quickly.
"Oh... Is it good?" I asked.
"To me, but to each his--or her--own."
"May I try some?"
"If you want. Be careful, though, it burns going down," he quipped with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
I scowled at him, taking the glass from his hand and leaning it toward my lips. Some of the whiskey went down, tingling my tongue a bit. The second it hit my throat, my eyes started watering. Damn! He wasn't kidding! I quickly swallowed the rest of the gulp, resisting the urge to spit it out and chug a gallon of water to stop the burning. A traitorous tear took on a life of its own and rolled down my cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut to keep any other tears in and to dull the pain in my throat.
Edward had his hand over his mouth; his shoulders were shaking slightly. He was obviously trying not to laugh out of respect for me, but when I grimaced at him, he let loose with a deep, tenor laugh, musical like his voice. "I told you it burned going down."
"Shut up."
"Bella, are you alright?" Alice asked through a fit of giggles. I had forgotten she was there. I turned my head and saw Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper all chuckling at me, and I felt the heat crawl up my neck as my face colored.
"Yes, I'm fine," I muttered.
"Alright kids, we're gonna head out," Emmett stated, standing up with Rosalie, "Bella, you gonna be alright for the rest of the night?"
"Yeah, see you later Em. Bye, Rose," I stood up and hugged them both, giving Emmett a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I think I'm going to call it a night as well. You going to Rosalie's, Em?" Jasper asked him.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna stay over there. You can have the apartment tonight."
"Thanks, man," Jasper ended with a fist bump.
"Alice, you ready to go?" Jasper asked her.
"Yeah, just let me get my coat from the coat check," Alice said, jumping up, "Edward, do you think you could give Bella a ride home for me? I'm just going to follow Jasper to his place."
"Alice, that's not necessary, I'm perfectly fine calling a taxi," I started.
"No, no, I'll take you. Don't worry about it. It's no big deal," Edward retorted.
"Really, you don't have to--"
"Seriously, it's no big deal. Where do you live?" Edward cut me off.
"Great! Thanks, Edward. Bella, I owe you one. Thanks for understanding!" Alice chirpped before bouncing away after Jasper.
I sighed. I didn't know how I was supposed to survive a whole car ride with him. I could barely form a sentence in a packed club, what was I going to do in a small, enclosed space, with only us?!
I turned to him, looking up at his face. Wow, he's kinda tall, I thought to myself. I blinked, trying to get control of myself before I gave him directions to mine and Alice's apartment.
"But can we just wait for this one song to end before we leave? I love dancing to it. It's got a great beat," I gushed as I heard "Temperature" by Sean Paul come on.
"Sure, but only if you'll dance with me," he said, his eye boring into mine.
"Uh... Er... Yeah, sure... Uh... Let's go," I stammered before turning toward the floor.
He grabbed my hand, and I felt a jolt of electric current run through my veins. I flinched slightly but quickly composed myself, and followed him to the dance floor.
As the song started, I was facing him, his hands on my hips, my arms around his neck, moving timidly to the beat. I was terrified of messing up in front of him. I didn't want to seem like a spaz. I turned around so his chest was against my back and started moving more comfortably.
I raised my arms above my head, moving my hands in a rolling motion to the music, rolling my hips against him as the motion took over my body. I closed my eyes, losing myself again, and put my hands where pockets would have been had I been wearing jeans, and swayed my body to the drum beat. My head moved back toward his shoulder, and I felt my lips curl into a small smile as I felt his hands gripping my hips tightly. Temperature turned into "S.O.S" by Rihanna , and Edward started moving his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him, causing my ass to grind into his crotch. I heard him let out a low groan, which activated my own moan. I started grinding my ass harder into him, and his hands started moving around my body, stroking up my stomach toward my chest, but just as he was about to grab my breasts, he moved his hands back down, crossing them over me, spinning me to face him again. He gazed into my eyes, his own emeralds darkening significantly. I bit my lip, nervous.
He stuck his right leg between mine, and I instantly started rolling my hips back and forth across his leg to the beat of "Get Up" by Ciara. My hands went from my side to sliding up his firm chest, hidden by an inconvenient shirt that hinted at how sculpted he was, to around his neck. My fingers played with the bronze hair at the nape of his neck. I pressed closer to him, pushing my chest against his. His expression betrayed pure lust and longing. He wanted me. And he knew I knew.
I smiled wickedly, upping the ante a bit. I made my moves more sensual, pushing all his buttons, pressing against him in all the right places. My hands slid down his chest to the waistband of his jeans, lingering for only a moment, before slowly climbing back up to his broad shoulders. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, throwing my head back, both out of necessity and for show, because he was seriously turning me on! I wanted nothing more than to take him back to me room and have my way with him. And I would make sure I did everything in my power to make it happen.
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So! I was NOT expecting that to happen. I just started typing something and it just came out! I like this writing thing. :D The next chapter will probably be from Edward's point of view, because I think it'll earn me a few giggles. It'll be awkward writing from EPOV, but I'm going to do my best with it. Don't worry, they aren't going to live at the club, Bella just got a little excited, and Edward kinda forgot where he was. In all honesty, though, can you blame him? I mean, come on! If you were a guy, and you were dancing with a hot girl, and she was basically screwing you in a club with some hot dance moves, you'd forget where you were too, wouldn't you? That's what I thought. XD
But now I'm going to work on my paper that I put off until..well... now. X[ No fun. Wish me luck!
Oh, and all the chapters will have song title names from now on. They won't really have any specific meaning to the characters, more like I was listening to that song when I got inspired (The title for this one should kind of clear that up, because Bella obviously didn't kiss a girl, but a girl DID kiss her XDD).
So have fun with that, and if you think of anything I should put in the next chapter that you think would be good, tell me, and I'll consider it. :]