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10/28/2019

Episode One-hundred-two: Drunk Couple's Edition

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Episode One-hundred-one: Drunk Couple's Edition

We all looked at each other. It probably wasn’t a great idea to leave three inebriated people alone together.

“We could make another drunk video. We can do twenty questions… drunk couple's edition,” Seth offered, smirking. He waved his finger between the two of us.

“Okay,” I agreed with a laugh before looking over at Edward. “I’m down.”

“Very nice!” He pointed at Seth. “You’ve got the app on your phone. You ask the questions.”

“I think that’s what he meant, sweetie. We’re the couple.” I patted his thigh, grinning at him wickedly. Edward scrunched up his nose and nodded sarcastically. “These are probably never going to be seen by anyone.”

My boyfriend shrugged. The gesture was far too big. “Meh, by Jasper and me later, and that's who really matters,” he slurred. “I need funny shit to entertain me every once in a while.”

Seth put his chair behind the camera before pulling out of his phone. Edward pointed at me and then the tripod.

“I take it that you want me to do the introduction?” I asked wryly. He rolled his eyes and nodded again, putting his arm around me as we sat very close together. “You’re a hot mess right now,” I whispered.

“You’re just hot,” he replied warmly as he laid his head on top of mine, making me snort.

“Alright. Three, two, one…” Seth rolled his eyes, counting down with a sigh.

I put my chin up, smiling. “Hi, I'm Bella, and this is my boyfriend Eddie, and we're both very drunk. And we've decided it would be a good idea to answer random questions in front of a camera. This can only end stupidly.”

“It should be fine.” He patted my thigh. “I can edit out the worst stuff,” he replied brightly, pleased with himself. He pointed at Seth, waving his finger again. Then Edward brought his second bottle of beer, the kind that he liked from the first video, from underneath the table and took a long drink.

“Okay, first question.” Seth snickered as he read it. “Would you rather have everyone be able to read your thoughts or be naked in front of everyone?”

“Naked, obviously,” I answered with a laugh. “I think the same for you.”

“Yeah,” he admitted with a grave nod. “It actually wouldn't bother me to be nude in front of a camera. I've not been offered a role like that yet, but I wouldn't turn it down if I got one.”

“That’s because you have nothing to be ashamed of.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him seductively as I wriggled my shoulders. He looked me straight in the face, then down at his crotch like he was thinking about how he should answer, then just nodded nonchalantly in agreement. “Oh, god,” I looked away, trying not to reward him with a laugh. I pointed at Seth this time, shaking my head at my idiot boyfriend, who was grinning.

“Have you ever watched anime?”

“One of my favorite movies is an anime, but it's pretty Disneyfied,” I responded. “Howl's Moving Castle. I've watched all of those movies. The Studio Ghibli ones. I like other stuff, too. I don't go seek it out anime purposefully, but I don't mind it.”

“Really?” Edward asked with a smile. “I think that I have all of those on DVD or Blu-ray. We should watch them all together someday.”

“I’d like that. Which is your favorite?”

He leaned his head against mine once more. “Ummm…” He drew out, thinking of his answer. “Nassica: Valley of the Wind. But I was obsessed with My Neighbor Totoro as a kid. Fucking obsessed.”

“Aw,” I drew out. “I like both of those, too. I ugly cried when I watched My Neighbor Totoro, but I watched it as an adult. Actually, I think that I've cried at some point watching all of those movies, probably.”

“I can see why you’d like Howl’s Moving Castle,” Edward said thoughtfully as his fingers tightened around my shoulders.

“Why’s that?”

“You can obviously relate to Sophie. Made to feel older by no fault of her own, but she is still kind and hopeful. And she’s sarcastic, bright, witty like you. She doesn’t know how pretty she is, either,” he said charmingly. I bit my lip, looking away and blushing at his warm words. I just couldn’t. He was being too sweet. “And you both have a thing for vain assholes.”

I looked back quickly. “You’re not vain!” I laughed in surprise. “Or an asshole.”

He closed one eye, wrinkling up his face a bit. “I’m a little of both. Let's be honest.”

I shook my head again and rolled my eyes. “Never around me.”

“You’re not vain,” Seth agreed with a laugh. “You can be an asshole, though.”

“Actually, you’re both kind of assholes to each other,” I smirked. “I think that you both like that, though. It’s how you express your love.”

They actually did the same ‘so-so’ gesture at the same time, making me laugh. Seth grinned as he read the next question on the phone. “This is an interesting one. What’s your biggest fear?”

I looked over at Edward, curious about his answer. He was looking at me, sighing heavily. “Losing you. It’s the only thing that I’m terrified of. Anything else I could live through, but you...”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised, leaning in for a soft, quick kiss. “But I understand. Mine is in the same vein. I’m scared that I’m just going to watch all the people that I love pass away one by one, and then I’m going to die all alone.”

“Man, I don’t blame you,” Seth told me after blowing out a long breath. He did an all-over body shiver. “That shit is scary.”

“I've just got to not outlive Alice and Rose,” I joked. “Their family is stupidly long-lived. Their Daddy died close to ninety, their Mama is still going strong at seventy-five, and their grandmother is still alive and living on her own. Their great grandmother died only, like, five years ago, and she was a hundred and something. I figure one of them is bound to live to a hundred and twenty.” I put my chin in the palm of my hand. “So is yours, thankfully.”

My boyfriend frowned deeply. “I don’t even want to think about you dying in seventy years.”

“I won’t live to a hundred and three, Eddie.” I rolled my eyes. “Actually, I figure that I’m probably exactly close to middle-aged right now.”

“You fucking better not be.” He leaned down and narrowed his eyes at me. “Your cute ass better live to at least one hundred. Fifty is middle-aged.”

“I’ll try my best,” I promised.

“But anyway, you shouldn't be scared of dying alone because that won't happen. You're going to be surrounded by our children and grandchildren, and hopefully, great-grandchildren. All of your adoring nieces and their kids too,” Edward stated firmly, pushing my hair away from my face. “We're going to have a big beautiful family, and you are going to be surrounded by love for the rest of your life, I swear to you on all that I hold dear. It is the only thing that really matters to me.”

“I believe you.” I leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly.

I heard our friend take a deep breath from behind the camera. Finally, I turned to look at him. He was smiling. “Wow. Like... You are really that in love, huh?” Seth curiously asked. “I know that you guys are lovey-dovey and all, but…” He trailed off.

I looked over at Edward, smiling. “Yeah.”

“It’s kind of cool that I’ve been able to watch your relationship grow,” he answered with a little sigh. “I’m jealous as fuck, too. Honestly.” He shook his head a little.

“You’ll find someone,” I promised sincerely. “You’re cute. If we were in New York, I’d have friends that I could set you up with, in a heartbeat. I’ve got a few single friends, both male and female. I don’t know what you’re into. I don’t want to assume.”

Seth flushed, looking down at his lap. “Women. I’m into just chicks,” he said quickly. “I’m straight. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Just my preference.” I giggled at his discomfort. “You know what I mean.” I nodded.
“You can set him up with Alice,” Edward smirked at me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I wouldn’t do that to him.”

My boyfriend snickered. “Alice is kind, funny, smart, and hot! He’d be lucky to have dinner with her.”

“You think that she’s hot?” I turned to look at him very seriously. His smile grew because he knew that I was fucking with him. He tilted his head to the side in a challenging way. I went in a different direction. “She’d break him, baby.”

“You don’t know. He might be into it, too,” Edward reasoned. “He’s probably a freak, too.”

“I want to argue with you, but I feel like you might actually be trying to help me get laid,” he interrupted him sarcastically.

“I am. It just might be weird. But it’ll probably be worth it.”

I put my hands over my face as I leaned my head back. “This video better not leave your office,” I concluded to Edward with a laugh in my voice. “Oh, my god. We’re actually filming this conversation.”

“Just do the next question,” he insisted, waving his finger again.

“Have you ever stalked someone?” Seth said with wide eyes at such a random and a rather rude question. I didn’t say anything, instead just pointing at Edward. He did the same. He smiled innocently.

“Only online stalking,” I declared swiftly. “I probably watched him for the three solid weeks before I came here. I watched as many of his YouTube videos as I could stand, listened to his books, watched some of his shows and movies. And then I quickly found out that’s not what he’s actually like at all. I thought he’d be a loud douchebag.”

“Turns out that he’s just loud,” Seth quipped before asking the next question. “What’s the last song that you listened to?”

“Her song!” Edward exclaimed with a big pleased grin. “Bella gave me all her music for the channel, and there are hundreds of hours of it. And it's all excellent. You'll be hearing a lot of it soon.” He pointed at the camera. “I've only listened to about half of it. I really like your piano stuff, though,” he told me directly. “It's really relaxing.”

“I’m glad that you’re enjoying it.”

“I love it,” he promised warmly, kissing my temple. “What about you?”

I pulled out my phone and brought up my music app. “The last song that I listened to was called Silver tongue.” I looked over at him. It was on the playlist of songs that I had made for dancing to the evening before. It was, for sure, about oral sex. My boyfriend was blushing a little pink, making me grin wildly.

“Next question,” he insisted immediately.

Seth thankfully missed our silent exchange. “What is something that you’ll never do again?”

“Oh, that’s interesting.” I looked over at Edward. “You go first.”

“I won’t jump out of a plane again because I know how much it upset you.” He took a swig of his beer. “Even if the fear for my safety made you kiss me in the first place.”

“You're being all sweet, and I can't think of anything.” I leaned into him. “Umm… I'll never drink tequila again.”

“Never?!” Seth asked. “Why?”

“She sneezed it out of her nose as a teenager,” my boyfriend knowingly replied, covering his own. “Oh, my god. It burns. Just the thought burns.”

“Next question.” I rolled my eyes.

“What useless fact do you know?”

“Oh, oh, oh! It takes the same amount of pressure to bite off your little finger as it does to bite through a raw carrot, but we stop because our brains won't let us unless in extreme situations,” he explained way too proudly. “When I learned that at twelve, I seriously tried to bite myself because I was a fucking stupid kid.”

“I've got useless music facts for days,” I complained. “Let's see. Mozart or someone like that didn't like a certain singer who had a tendency to raise or lower her chin at certain notes, so he wrote a song to make it look like she was bobbing her head like a chicken. That is a level of petty that I respect.”

“I feel dumber for knowing both of those things. Thank you,” Seth deadpanned. “What is a mistake that you keep making over and over again?”

I slowly reached for Edward's beer. “I keep drinking too much, but I can't figure out how it happens.” I took a long drink, looking straight into the camera. He giggled, pressing his face into my hair from behind.
“I keep being pushy, and I know that I am at the time, but I can't stop myself,” Edward over-explained, taking his beer back and finishing it. “Like with Jasper. I know that I pushed about coming to America so much.”

“Well…” I drew out. “Yeah, I’d agree with that one thing actually. But it’s whatever now. He's coming, and everyone is happy, and soon, he'll be making these with us. And hopefully, you'll actually finally hire some more people for all this work that you want to do. Hire. A. Fucking. Woman,” I clapped between the words. “Both of you,” I pointed at the camera for Jasper. “A cute one.”

“For you to look at?” He sarcastically asked.

“Yes. And... No. For Seth, too,” I pointed at him. “Got any hot friends who need jobs?”

“That sounded dirty,” Edward thundered. “Hotness is not a basis for employment.”

I turned to look at him very seriously. “I’m pretty sure it’s how I got this job,” I quipped. Edward just high-fived me triumphantly. Snorting loudly, I covered my face with both of my hands again. “Oh, god! NEXT!”

“What is your secret talent?” Seth asked. “Eddie, do you keep anything secret?”

“Not if I'm fucking good at it.” He winked at the camera. I snorted loudly once more. I opened my mouth to say something, but my phone began to sing Alice's ringtone in my pocket. “Oooo.”

“Whoops. I’m obviously a professional,” I laughed, taking my phone out. I had forgotten about it.

“It’s okay. I think that the boss likes you. I don’t think that you’ll get into any trouble.” He reached over and took my cell. Edward answered it, putting in on speakerphone. “Hello, Dr. Brandon.”

“Yo, Eddie,” Alice began brightly. “Hi, Bells. Am I on speaker?”

“Yup,” I answered. “We’re filming videos.”
“Drunk!” He cheered. “So, you can answer this one for Bella since you’re here. What is her secret talent?”

“She’s an amazing writer,” my best friend stated quickly. I promptly flushed pink. “But she doesn’t tell anyone about it.”

“No.”

“Um, yeah. Like really good.”

“What has my Bella written?” Edward questioned. I shook my head, covering my face and eyes. I wanted to die right there. She shouldn’t have been saying these things to him.

Alice was obviously excited to be sharing, though. “Oh, baby, are you in for a treat… Alright, so, I’ll just send you a link to her profile-”

“NO!” I shouted at the phone in abject horror.

“YAS!” Alice hissed in return, amused. “Okay, what do you think he should start with? I mean, you have so much to choose from. Do you think that he’ll like a novel or something shorter?”

“I hate you. Legit,” I told the cell phone. If she were in front of me, I would have straight-up strangled her. “Why would you tell him this? Why, bitch?”

“A novel? My Bella has written a novel?” My boyfriend slurred, leaning forward to look at me. I turned my face quickly, annoyed. Even my ears felt too hot.

“Dude,” Alice laughed, amused with how this was going. I had no idea why she called, but it didn’t matter now. “Not a fucking novel. Novels. Like a half dozen of them. A few novellas. A fucking boatload of short stories, too. What did we figure out that one time? Over a million words published?”

I snatched up the phone and brought it very close to my mouth. “I wrote because I was bored and lonely. It was not good. Why are you telling him this? This was a decade ago.”

“Because it was amazing! Seriously though, Eddie. She won awards.”

My eyes went wide. “Oh, fuck you! I can see his goddamn Grammy from FUCKING here!” I yelled at my best friend through the telephone. “Why the fuck would you tell him this?!” I repeated furiously.

“Because he asked! And this is funny! Also, I think that you're a better writer than me, and you're wasting your mad descriptive skills. It annoys me,” she said as if she was bored.

I leaned in to hiss at the microphone in the tiny device. “I wrote online. I’m not wasting anything.”

“Horse shit,” Alice replied firmly.

“Can I read your stuff?” Seth eagerly asked. “What did you write?”

“Oh, she wrote a little bit of everything. Her romantic shit always did the best, but she wrote everything from horror, sci-fi, fantasy… Drama. Supernatural. Did you ever write any crime stuff or mystery?”

“No,” I mumbled in embarrassment. “I don’t care if you read it. I just don’t want to know. Ever.”

“She’s making it sound like all of her stories were all just fucking terrible, and they weren't. I mean, there are a lot of outstanding short stories that are just fucking. Hm... I know which you should start with-”

“Please, stop.” I put my head in my hands. She just giggled. “Please do not recommend my personal handwritten porn to my boyfriend or his employee.”

“Okay, but that one with the three-”

“Stop!” I cried. Edward was laughing. “You too.”

“Alice, how good are these descriptive stories that Bella used to write?” My boyfriend grinned at me, enjoying egging on my embarrassment. “Like, really, really good?” He just thought the whole thing was funny, obviously because he was still very drunk.

“Well, one of them had over two million views and five thousand positive reviews,” she responded. “So, I’d say pretty damn good.”

He suddenly got very serious. “Are you for real?” Up until that point, I think Edward thought that she was just screwing with him and me. I had brought up writing in passing to him before more than once, and how I edited for Alice. It couldn’t have been much of a surprise that I had some stored away. That’s not what got his attention, though.

“Oh, yeah. That’s one of the novels. All of them had at least four-”

I hung up on my best friend. “Whoops.” I put my phone back in my pocket after turning it off.

“Your award-winning stories had millions of views, and you didn't tell me?” Edward asked in shock.
“Why on earth would I tell you about it? It’s not even like I made money off of it. I just did it for fun. Online, not published or anything.”

“How do you even win awards for that?” Seth questioned curiously.

I pushed my hair out my face, sinking down into my seat. “There are literally awards for everything.” I rolled my eyes. I brushed it away from my forehead as it fell into my eyes once more stubbornly. “This does not leave this room. I swear.”

“Can I tell Tyler?” Our friend asked in a quiet voice. He began to giggle at my irritated expression. “And Lauren?”

“Why are you so embarrassed by this?” My boyfriend challenged sincerely.

“Because it’s not good!”

He sighed at my answer. Edward took out his phone, reading a message that he had just received out loud. “Alice says to tell you, ‘ha, bitch, like I don’t have his phone number now too.’” He showed me the screen. The next text had the link to the online writer's profile that I hadn't published under in over seven years.

“That bitch can lick my scrotum. That’s what she can do,” I muttered under my breath.

“I'm all for her licking me, but I don't think that'll make either of you happy,” Edward replied smoothly.
I cocked my head to the side, looking at him with one eye. “You know what? No licking for you. Nothing is getting licked tonight.”

“When did you even have time to write these?” He ignored me.

“This is post ballerina when I was basically a housewife for a long time. When I didn't do photography seriously. I was bored and couldn't sleep, so I wrote. But I've written since I was a teenager, so some of them were just handwritten things that I had from before and just transferred over,” I explained. “Especially the short stories. I've not written anything at all in like six years. I just help Alice with her stuff now. And she's right. It's not all smutty, but…” I trailed off. “I am so embarrassed. I hate this.”

“Why?” Seth asked.

I pointed at my boyfriend. “He's such a good writer that he sold a script to Disney. Why would I want anyone to know about my trashy ass romance e-books next to that?”

“Two million books sold is a best-seller, Bella,” Edward quickly informed me.

“Views, not sold. It was free. It’s amazing what people will read when it’s free. Hasn’t your videos gotten billions of views?” Thankfully, Tyler walked in with our bags of food. None of the fast-food restaurants were all that far from the house. “Oh, good! Our meal!” I said with too much enthusiasm. “Looks like we’re done with this video. Darn.”

“Sweetheart, It’s not that bad,” he laughed, rubbing my back gently.

“I swear to you, if even a hint of a whisper about this makes it in any of your videos, you will become known as that Aussie actor who was strangled in his sleep by his crazy ass little girlfriend with his laptop cord on those shows that I like,” I deadpanned. He wasn’t too worried, his expression amused.

“What did I miss?” Tyler asked, confused. Seth grinned wickedly in response.

“Nothing interesting,” I promised. Edward raised an eyebrow in my direction. “Shut up. And don’t look at me like that. Can we just make this next video? I’m hungry,” I complained in a pout.

My boyfriend leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Of course.” He was still smirking. But I had a strong feeling we weren’t done with the conversation.

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10/25/2019

Episode One-hundred-one: Shots

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Episode One-hundred-one: Shots

I was excited about the videos Edward had planned for the day. We were ready for a good long day of stupid fun without any thinking at all with our friends. I loved his idea of making drinking videos then eating. It seemed perfect. The boys agreed.

In amusement, I watched as Seth and Tyler played rock, paper, scissors for who was going to be the third in the videos for the day. The loser would be the cameraman and the designated driver who would go get our food later for the video we would be making about our favorite fast foods to have while drunk. They played this one a bit more aggressively than the other morning over bananas.

“Yes!” Seth shouted when he won, throwing his fists in the air.

“Probably for the best,” Tyler mumbled in annoyance. His best friend chuckled evilly, coming to sit beside me. I was in the middle of the table. Edward was getting ready for the video, arranging everything in the order that we were going to be drinking them. I had already taken pictures for him for their thumbnails. It was going to be too hard to later, probably.

“So, how drunk do you think it’s possible to get sharing a third of a beer?” I asked curiously. Some of the bottles were pretty big, though, not the standard American size that you would find in a six-pack.

“Ask that after the tenth one, but before we do the shots later,” Seth quipped, smirking at me. “Hmmm… I bet… He’ll be fine. I’ll be tipsy. You’ll be trashed.”

“She can drink you under the table, mate,” Edward replied, putting the big metal bottle opener on the table. It was shaped like an old-fashioned key, and it clunked heavily when it landed on the tabletop. It was obviously something that he bought because he thought it was cool.

“I’ve just had way more practice at it. And I’ve always been a very functional drunk. I spent most of high school that way,” I joked. “And I had a 4.0, was on the student council, president of the Spanish club, a cheerleader, and first chair violin. Or so I’ve been told. I kinda remember some of it.”

Seth laughed. “You were busy.”

“My grandmother believed bad things happened to you if you slowed down, and I sadly took that to heart. Turns out, surprise surprise, bad things happen no matter what, and though she instilled a great work ethic in me, she also gave me major anxiety. I thought I had to never slow down, ever. Which is probably why I needed to drink and party and why I take medication for it now.”

“I can’t see you as a hard partier,” Tyler stated almost offhandedly from behind the camera. “I’ve seen you at a couple of things. You’re so reserved.”

I laughed and looked away from him in mild embarrassment. “Okay, but Jack and Coke Bella isn’t. She’s loud and confident. And sober, I’m an obvious exhibitionist who never shuts the fuck up... What do you think she is?” I asked, tilting my head to the side slightly. “I’ll give you a hint. Probably not dressed and on a table. Eighteen-year-old Bella spent a lot of time topless in strange places because of Jack.”

“So, what you’re saying is that I shouldn’t give you anything to drink?” Edward questioned me, passing us each a clear tumbler glass and a bottle of water. He was smirking at me playfully, just looking at me from the corner of his eye.

“Are you planning on letting me drink a liter of Jack Daniels?” I inquired seriously. He shook his head, scrunching up his nose. “Smart. Lauren would be furious if she missed me getting torn up and started stripping. Probably singing as I go,” I muttered in a thick southern drawl.

“Ha, yeah,” Tyler chuckled, nodding in agreement from his high stool behind the camera. “You're probably right. She'd love to see that shit. She always loves a good hot mess.”

I lifted my cell phone to show him the screen. “She’s already sent me a message that said to drink for her today. So, I’m drinking for two now.”

“Please don’t,” my boyfriend mumbled, pressing a kiss on the top of my head before sitting beside me. He had some of the beers that we were drinking in a cooler at his feet. “Seth, you start. Everyone ready?”

Tyler gave a thumbs up. “Alright, three, two, one…”

“Hey! This is Bella. That's Eddie, and I'm Seth, and we're ranking Australian beers today! And none of it is fucking Foster's, bitches!” Our friend declared way too loudly, spreading his arms out in front of us. I shook my head and made my eyes wide as I looked over at Edward. He was amused.

“That's because we don't drink piss,” Eddie said just as loudly as smirked at him, pulling out one of the bottles. It had a little bunny on the front. It was adorable. He popped it open and poured me a glass first. Ladies first, because he was always a gentleman, even in actor mode. “Okay, so this is called White Rabbit, and it's made in Melbourne, I think…”

We tried five beers, a third of a bottle of each, in about forty-five minutes. I felt a little warm but not really drunk. It was like having a tall draft beer and a half, maybe. Perhaps two.

The boys quickly cleaned up and reset.

“Alright, honey, you do the intro this time,” Edward pointed to me.

“You just don’t like doing it,” I teased gently, squeezing his knee underneath the table.

“No, I don't.” He stuck his tongue out at me mischievously. I reached out and touched it lightly with my finger. He promptly bit at it, making me laugh loudly in surprise. Edward was already a little tipsy and in actor mode. But he had also found one that he really liked and opened a bottle for himself to drink while he cleaned, so he was a little ahead.

Pushing my lips together, I nodded. “You're going to be so fun in an hour,” I muttered sarcastically and then smiled at Tyler behind the camera. He winked at me before counting off on his fingers. “Hi, I'm Bella, and today Eddie, Seth, and I are trying Australian hard ciders! And I am super excited because they are my favorite.” I did a little happy dance in my seat as I beamed like a child about to get a treat.

Edward brought one of them onto the table. It looked like it was bigger than a regular beer but smaller than a wine bottle. He put it in the middle for me to open. I did so enthusiastically.

“Oo, it’s pear,” I said as I popped the top. I instantly smelled the crisp fruit, bringing the bottle to my nose. “Oh, my god. I already know that I’m going to like this,” I told them both as I poured them each a reasonable glass and me an almost full tumbler. “Oops,” I giggled.

“It smells really sweet.” Seth took a little sip and shrugged. He took a bigger drink. “It’s alright. It’s really light. And bubbly.”

“This is something that you would have by the beach and just keep drinking because it’s refreshing. And then three hours later, you’re absolutely fucking plowed because you’ve had three big bottles,” I giggled into the glass before taking a large drink.

“Are you speaking from experience, baby?” Eddie asked with a raised eyebrow. He was definitely getting wasted, his cheeks pink and eyes glassy. The tip of his nose was a little red, and he had an almost constant smirk.

“I had a military friend who lived in Germany for a while who gave me a bunch of this crazy cheap sweet wine that was like two dollars a bottle. It was the best thing that I’ve ever had… and it was like this stuff. I feel like I could drink it with a straw straight out the bottle,” I explained, leaning back in my seat as I looked at the camera.

“Need them in Capri Suns,” Seth replied, finishing his glass. He took the bottle and poured himself a little and then put some more in mine. “There you go, boss lady. Don’t want to waste any.”

My boyfriend stretched his back as he glanced over at me. “We need to go to Germany and get you cheap wine to bring home with us,” Edward murmured, pouring himself the rest of the bottle. It went to almost the top of the glass. He said the ‘s’ in us a little too long.

“When are we going to have time for that, Eddie?” I seriously asked. “We barely had time for this. And this is our job!”

His nose scrunched up. “Oh. Hm. Let's go there for Christmas this year. We’ll go to see some snow there. We’ll go to the Alps or something.” Then he nodded very seriously like that’s exactly what we were going to do. He wasn’t going to remember the conversation at all.

“Take me with you,” Seth whispered in a tiny voice, pouting as he looked at me.

“No,” I snapped at him very seriously, making Edward laugh and look away to try to gather himself. “Shhh…” I put my finger over my lips and leaned into him. “My lightweight prince charming is wooing me with my two weaknesses: traveling and cheap liquor.”

“Those are not your only two weaknesses,” he replied seductively, pointing at me with the hand holding the glass. Edward poked my nose. “Boop,” he breathed.

For a moment, I just blinked at him and then shook my head. “Oh, no,” I sighed and looked back at the camera. “This one is going to take so much longer than the last one.”

He had the clipboard that he was holding over his mouth, but his eyes were crinkled. “Ya think?” Tyler laughed. “What did you think of this one? You all seemed to like it,” he asked, directing us in some sort of way. Someone had to take control of the insanity.

Edward didn't let me get as much for myself on the next bottle, filling my glass for me. When I finished my drink, because I liked it, I jokingly made another full glass. He pouted, momentarily annoyed that I wasn’t going to let him control my cup.

“We can't get too drunk before the ‘shots’ video,” he informed me.

“K, Dad,” I said sarcastically in a challenging way, raising an eyebrow at him as I drank it all in one go. His eyes got huge, his mouth hanging open.

“Man, you might want to call Lauren if you want her to get here before Bella takes her shirt off,” Eddie thundered to Tyler. I threw my head back in laughter then flipped him off with both fingers. He faked offense, gasping and making his eyes impossibly wider for the camera. Clutching his imaginary pearls the entire time.

“This isn’t even enough to make me consider taking my socks off yet.” I made a little face at him, crossing both my arms and my legs. “You’ll probably get some warning clothes first,” I told Tyler before looking back at my boyfriend. “The bra is probably the first thing to go, honestly. Stupid uncomfortable fucking thing. And I can take that off without removing my shirt like a goddamn magic trick,” I snickered the last couple of words. “Then I’ll take off my pants. And then I’ll find a bed because I’m old now and just want to take a friggin nap.”

Edward scoffed, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. “You’re not old,” he laughed. “Not even close.”

“I have comments that I could make that neither of us will like,” I mumbled seriously.

“Mm, try me.” He took a little sip as he held my gaze as earnestly as he could. Edward made a face, not liking this one as much.

“I could have easily been your babysitter.”

He instantly looked excited. “I know! Trust me. I’ve thought about it.” He shot the rest of the tumbler down quickly so as not to waste it. “I also have this fun fantasy where you were one of my sister’s friends and-” He was drunker than I thought.

I covered his big mouth with my little hand. “I realize that you think that you’re funny, but sir, this is a dangerous path that you’re walking down. Do you want to test me in front of a camera?”

“Kinda,” he rumbled against my hand, smiling. It was very naughty. He was thinking of the night before for obvious reasons.

“She’s going to make you sleep on the couch tonight,” Seth snickered from beside us.

It was my turn to make a face. “First, I would never kick a man out of his bed. Second, sleeping on his couch isn’t a punishment. I do it all the time, and I fucking love it. Third, I’d just go to bed in the guest bedroom because it’s super comfy and has a good view to wake up to,” I informed our friend firmly. “I like this one, by the way,” I told the camera, finishing my drink.

Somehow we got through the rest of the video, just getting more and more giggly and giddy. We had a short break, but Edward decided after twenty minutes that we needed to try to plow on. We would be trying four different shots. My boyfriend had his arm draped over the back of my chair, smiling widely at the camera. He decided to do the intro this time because he was ‘ready.’

“Hi! I'm Eddie Cullen, this is the beautiful Bella, and that's Seth and on we're on part three of this fucking insanity! We're trying Australian liquor!” He declared too loudly and with way too much enthusiasm. Way. Way. Too much. It was hard to hold it together.
“Shots, shots, shots,” Seth chanted quietly under his breath, making me break and giggle.

Edward plopped the bottle down heavily in the middle for me to open. It was black and heavy, the shoulders wide with a long narrow neck. There was some sort of swirling pattern raised in the glass.

“Oooo. I like the bottle. What is it?” I turned it around to read it. “Oh, it’s coffee! Yay!”

“I knew that you’d like that,” he said charmingly as he filled up our shot glasses. They were heavy glass ones that reminded me of the ones from the beginning of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. “Cheers, love.”

I shot it down quickly. It was sweet and delicious. I loved it.

“So, in the morning, I’m going to need this in my coffee, please,” I started to my sweet, very drunk, boyfriend, pointing at my shot glass. “And I want more now. Please. Pour me another, bartender.”

“No,” he answered, putting it underneath the table away from me. I pouted at him. “Nooo. Seriously.”

That's pretty much how the entire video went. By the time we were done, all of us were hammered. Luckily, we had written our orders for Tyler to pick up before we got started to avoid confusion.

Edward stretched and looked over at me lazily. “So, what should we do while we wait for him?”

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Episode One Hundred: Bare

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After slipping on a nightgown, I padded into the kitchen to start up our food. It would take about an hour, though it wasn’t a lot of work. It was just heating things up. While I was cooking, I would catch glimpses of him taking cameras into the bedroom. I grinned to myself.

Edward had changed into blue jeans and a t-shirt, his hair messy from his nap. I watched him from the island, biting my lip. After his second or third trip, he finally felt my eyes on him and turned.

“Are you checking me out?”

“Yeah,” I replied simply. He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, then turned to go finish his work proudly. I giggled at his happy mood.

He brought me a glass of wine as he smoked a joint, dancing along to the music that I had started as I cooked. We ate outside, twilight making the sky glow purple. After dinner, I went to get ready while he did the dishes.
The outfit that I had chosen was a simple, too short, pleated black skirt and a short-sleeved white button-down shirt. Underneath was a bright red lace set that he and Jasper had picked out for me when we were in Sydney at the mall. My new red heels matched, as did my bright red lipstick.

When I came out of the bathroom, I realized precisely what he had set up. There were several cameras positioned around the room facing a chair that was in front of the glass wall so that the mountains were the background. The room was lit by dozens of candles. My laptop was on his dresser, a speaker set up to play my music.

“So, you’re going to send Jasper a video of us fucking from seven different angles?” I teased as I turned on the playlist. The first song wasn’t the one that I wanted to dance to, just something to help set up the mood. Actually, the first few were.

“Six,” he corrected, smirking at me. “I was just going to film you dancing.”

“Liar.”

He finished his glass of bourbon that he had been nursing while he lit the candles. Edward walked towards me slowly, his eyes taking me in hungrily. “You look delicious right now,” he murmured, running his thumb over my chin.

“We’re about to make a porno,” I said jokingly even though that was obviously what was about to happen. I didn’t mind that much, but I wanted to point out the obvious to him. “One with pretty high production values. These are expensive cameras, Eddie. I’m not sure this qualifies as amateur porn anymore.”

His face dropped a little, his eyes going to the ground. “We don’t have to-”

“Did I say that I didn’t want to?” I laughed. “Go sit down.”

Edward had brought the bottle with him, so I poured more of the whiskey into the tumbler that he had been drinking out of. I took a big gulp, finishing it quickly before having another. Then I poured another glass and brought it to him. Edward lifted the remote up to show me. He turned on the cameras, then set it to the side.

The song that I had picked was slower with a heavy beat. As soon as I began to dance, his eyes grew warmer with desire. He sank back in his chair a little, shifting his legs apart. Edward took a sip of his drink, licking it from his bottom lip.

It was more than halfway through the first song before I even came within touching distance of him, swirling my hips with my arms above my head for his and Jasper’s viewing pleasure.

He put the glass down when the next song started. I took this chance to swivel my ass in his lap, my hands on the arms of the chair to keep my balance. It just brushed him, but his erection was already rock hard in his jeans. I leaned my back against his chest, still moving my hips against him as I unbuttoned my shirt.

When I stood again, I pulled it off my arms and dropped it somewhere out of the way. I turned my back to him, playing with the skirt as I continued to dance. I dropped low and came back up slowly, making him hum in pleasure. The black fabric was added to the pile of discarded clothes. Edward ran his tongue over his teeth, his cheeks a faint pink.

I began to dance in his lap again. His erection jerked against my thighs. “It’s so hard not to touch you,” he whispered.

“Why can’t you?” I teased.

His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip before he looked up at me. “Because once I start, I won’t stop, Isabella.”

“Good,” I purred. The bra was next to go.

I touched myself for him, moving my hands over my stomach and breasts as if they were his. He moaned again, sucking in a deep breath through his nose. His eyes were half-lidded, his lip between his teeth.

Then it was time for my panties to join the pile. I was left in nothing but the glittering red heels. This is what he wanted the night of the awards show.

Straddling his waist, I made sure to rub my breasts in his face. He leaned forward, breathing in my scent deeply as he did. I tilted back, my shoulders moving to the beat. When I came back up, my hair fell over my face and chest. Edward slid his hand over my cheek, pushing it out of my eyes. His fingers moved to the back of my neck, and he pulled me in for a deep kiss.

We made out for a long time, he fully dressed with me nude in his lap. I continued to move my hips to the beat against him as it changed into a different song. Then he put his hand between my legs.

“Keep dancing,” he whispered against my mouth.

It was so hard to keep moving as his fingers expertly toyed with me. I lost myself to the sensation. Before the end of the song, I came easily on his hand. He pushed two of his fingers inside of me to feel the spasms, drawing them out even longer.

“That's right. Good girl,” he sighed, and I actually whimpered.

Suddenly, he picked me up and carried me the few feet to the bed. Edward laid me back and began to kiss between my breasts. My hands hurried to pull off his shirt. Once it was gone, he lifted my hands over my head and held them there as we continued to kiss.

He wasn’t wearing underwear. Watching him undress still made my heart leap with joy every single time. Stroking himself gently, he looked down at me hotly. I couldn’t take it. Pulling him down to the bed, I swiftly straddled his waist. It didn’t matter how many times before in the day we had gone at it, I still wanted more. I needed it.

The song changed just as I slid down on him. The beat was perfect for what I wanted to do to him. His hands quickly went to my hips, holding on tightly. Slow and sensual, I fucked him hard.

I came again, too sensitive from our day. But it felt so good, I couldn’t stop. I felt addicted.

“Yes!” He gasped. Taking over, he flipped me onto my back. His big hands wrapped my legs around his hips. He pounded into me, my ass completely off the bed. “OH, FUCK!” Edward shouted, his hands going to mine above my head. But he didn't pull out after he finished. Instead, he began to kiss my neck, slowly rocking his half-soft erection until it was firm enough to start moving again.

I loved dating a twenty-five-year-old.

He moved one of his hands between us, just pressing them against my clit and using our rocking to create the delicious pressure that made me cum twice more before he finished in me again. This one was so intense that he was shaking on top of me.

We laid in silence for about five minutes.

“You okay?” He whispered against my neck. I nodded, smiling as I stroked his back. Carefully, he shifted beside me. As he did, Edward mumbled, “twenty.”

“What?” I asked, not sure if I heard him correctly.

“You’ve gotten off at least twenty times today. I lost count a couple of times, but the ones I counted for sure…” He smirked to himself, obviously very proud.

“Oh, god,” I laughed, covering my face with both of my hands. “Really?”

“Mm, can you imagine how many Jasper and I are going to give you?” He asked as his hand moved over my stomach.

My legs snapped shut. “No,” I giggled, too ticklish for anything else. We both began to laugh harder. Edward pulled me to him so that we could snuggle.

“Fuck, I need to turn off the cameras,” he murmured after a few minutes.

“I’ll get the remote,” I offered. Before standing, I kicked off my shoes, each of them clicking to the floor. Stretching out, I popped my neck and shoulders. I was pretty sore, but anyone would be.

As soon as I tried to lock my knees to stand, my legs told me ‘nope.’ My ass connected with the floor with a shockingly heavy plop. It happened so quickly. I gasped in surprise before beginning to cackle.

“Are you okay?!” Edward sat up instantly.

I just continued to giggle, my face in my hands. “You fucked my legs stupid. Give me a second.”

“Well, I told you to stretch.”

I swatted him, earning a cat-like grin. He began to laugh as well, leaning over to help me to my feet before kissing me deeply once I got back on the bed.
“You know what? You stay there. I’ll get the remote. And I’ll fetch you some more aspirin. Do you have a bottle of water?”

I threw a pillow at him.

Several hours later, we laid in bed once again. Edward was happily fast asleep and had been for a long time. He was exhausted from our fun. Deservedly so. And so was I, but I couldn’t get my mind to relax. It was three or four, and I was restless. I didn’t want to bother him. So, I decided to take my phone with me out onto the patio.

There was a message from Jasper waiting for me from earlier in the evening. We had texted some throughout the day, but he had worked and then gone out with his friends. I responded back, and he asked why I was awake just a minute later.

“I couldn’t relax,” I admitted to him in a text.

The phone rang in my palm.

“After the fun day that you've apparently had, and you can't relax?” He teased. Jasper had obviously been drinking some. His voice was high-pitched and funny. “That's usually Tony's problem, not yours.”

“Tony,” I used his name playfully, “is good and asleep right now, actually. I assume that he very proudly told you what he accomplished today in great detail.”

“Not exactly in specifics yet. He said that the two of you fucked like rabbits and that he helped you break your daily record.”

I licked my bottom lip. “That’s it?”

“Yup,” he popped the p. I giggled. I couldn’t help it. If he only knew. “What?”

It wasn’t like Edward was going to keep it a secret from him. It would probably make him feel better that I was telling him actually. “Well, we tried strap-ons today for one.”

He turned on Facetime before he answered, his nose was very close to the screen. “Oh, really?” I giggled again. “How… How- how did it go?” He stuttered out. His face was flushed red. Jasper blinked several times, his light blond eyelashes against his cheeks.

“Well, first, you should see how many things he bought,” I began cheerfully. I was going to draw this out a little. “When they arrived, he started opening them like Christmas morning. Then he asked if I would try one on for him. To model. It was…” I licked my lips and swallowed before shaking my head. “It looked like boxers briefs, and there were things inside as well. For me. He helped me put them on. Edward actually got me off just sucking on it, too. It felt amazing.”

“I wish I could have been there to watch that,” Jasper said hotly. He bit his bottom lip, his warm blue eyes examining my face as he did.

“So do I,” I breathed, playing with one of my curls. “After he got me off, I decided it was his turn. I gave him a blow job, and I began to finger him,” I said a bit faster, getting a little more flustered with my words.

“Have you ever done that before?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He took in an unsteady breath, his mouth moving from one side to the other as he considered his next question. It made his nose wiggle. “Did he like it?”

“Yes… So much, in fact, that he begged me to fuck him in the ass. And I did.” I took a breath. “Until we both came. He's already talking about how he wants bigger,” I laughed a bit nervously, biting my bottom lip. I felt like I was on fire, telling him over the phone like this while he watched me. “He wants you so badly. Edward is annoyed with himself because he didn't ask you to sooner in Sydney.”

Jasper shook his head in answer, sighing. He looked away for a moment, bringing an unlit cigarette from behind his ear then back again anxiously. “He wasn't ready. I knew that. It wasn't the right time. Too much was going on.”

“I think so, too,” I breathed.

He made a little face, fiddling with the earlobe holding his smoke. It was apparent that he was trying to resist the urge and was losing the battle. I could have used one of them myself. “I’m surprised that he’s ready now,” Jasper admitted. “I didn’t know if he ever would be. And it would have been fine if that were the case, but…” he trailed off.

“But he did enjoy it.”

Nodding, he looked at me slyly. “That is good to know.”

I laughed a little to myself. “You better get ready. Edward doesn’t hold back when it comes to the things that he enjoys.”

There was a pause, his face instantly sadder. His deep blue eyes clouded, one side of his face pinching together as if he was in pain but trying to bare it. He wasn’t looking at me when he answered. “He used to.”

My heart broke for him.

“Not anymore.” I shook my head again and smiled. I just wanted to lighten the mood a bit. “You’re going to have fun.”

He laughed a bit and cleared his throat. “Um, I'm usually more of a Top, if I'm being honest. I mean, I love it when Tony fucks me and want him to do it to me over and over again, but it's… it's rather nice knowing that I'll be able to return the favor. It’s one of my longest-running fantasies, and it’s crazy to think that one day, I’m going to be able to fulfill it.”

“Oh, baby, at this point, I’m not sure you have a choice. He’s going to be begging for you to take him,” I commented with a smirk before rolling my eyes and shaking my head. “I don’t think that he realizes how small that toy actually was, though. Two extra inches isn’t much until it’s going inside of your body. You’re so much bigger,” I spoke seductively in a way that he obviously liked. Jasper’s smile turned warm as it curved to one side, his eyes going over my face. Men were so easy to please.

“Well, I'll just have to fuck him as gently as possible,” he said mischievously, but I could see that his cheeks were red with the excitement of just the idea of it. “I've literally imagined him begging me to fuck him so many times. It scares me a little now. I don't want to hurt him. Or scare him away.”

“You won’t,” I promised. “Just use your fingers on him first with way too much lubrication. It should be fine.” He chuckled at my words. “I wish you were here to help me with this. I know you could do everything better than me.”

“He loved what you did to him, though, didn't he?” He asked curiously.

I paused for a long time before shaking my head. “Yeah, but-”

Jasper stopped me. “But what, dove?” He cocked his head to the side, his fluid eyes watching me. I kind of shrugged my shoulders and shook my head again. “You are one of the most sexually confident women that I have ever met. You know that he loved it. You know that you’re a rock star in bed. What's really a matter, huh?” We looked at each other for a long time. He tilted his head some more, gazing at me. Jasper was really waiting for an answer. I blinked, looking away and sighed.

“Edward kept going on about how spoiled he was today. How good I am to him. But even today, he was working towards making me happy. He was focusing on giving me pleasure. And I’ve acted like such a brat this week-”

He snorted, interrupting me again. “Tony might have been giving you joy, but that high score was all for him. You should know that, dove. You know what kind of man he is. He views everything as an achievement to unlock, and you gave him an exciting challenge,” he said teasingly before getting more serious. He tugged at his earlobe, his smirk a little sad. “Your whole world has changed in the past year, and it’s okay to be cranky and overwhelmed sometimes. If he had done the same thing, you would have already forgotten about it.”

I shrugged. “That’s different.”

“How?” He shook his head. Jasper didn’t really want me to answer. “Little girl, I adore you, but your anxiety is going to eat you alive. When is the next time that you go to your therapist, huh?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t really… feel… anything with the last one. If that makes sense,” I sighed. He nodded in answer. We watched each other for a long minute on the screen. “I think that I might have to try a different one. I think it’s time to up my anxiety medication again or try a different one. I don’t want to, though. What if it happens again, Jasper?” The words just came tumbling out.

“The IUD is different, right? Different chemicals. You’re on another medication.”

I nibbled on the side of my thumb gently. “Yeah.”

His forehead scrunched up, his lips pursed up for a second. “If it’s that much of a concern, take out the IUD. We can wear condoms. Deal with your anxiety first.”

“It's stupid to-” I began, but he quickly cut me off.

“No, It’s stupid to worry about something like that. Do what you need to do to feel better in your own skin. I can’t imagine what’s going on in your head right now. You need to find someone that you can talk to, someone that knows how to help.”

I sighed, feeling as if I was going to cry suddenly. I held it in, though. “I should be happier.”

“Says who?”

“Me,” I laughed lightly. I shook my head. “I’ve got everything now.”

“You just found out that your father died! You're mourning. So much more than just him, too. You're grieving the life you should have had with your family. And you've moved away from your life-long best friend for the first time, too. Something that I have experience with mind you. I know how hard that is. You may have a lot to be happy about, but... You're a stranger in a strange land doing strange things. That would be enough. Add in everything else… You had a freakout for a good reason.”

I nodded, still chewing on my thumb. He wasn’t wrong. For a long minute, I looked out at the mountains before I finally glanced back at my cell phone screen. “I’ll look for another doctor in the morning and set up an appointment for this week. You’re right. Thank you for being frank with me. I still feel bad about my little tantrum from earlier this week, though. I think that I said something that I shouldn’t have to Edward. And it scares me.”

“What’s that?”

“That I don’t want to go to set all the time and just watch him work.”

He chuckled lightly. “Dove, he knows that.”

“I didn't mean that I never wanted to watch him. I've only seen him once. I feel like such an asshole. I just blurted it out, and I regret it so much. But I just felt so awkward and useless while I was there. So out of place.”

“He said that you got a lot of work done.”

“That I could have gotten done easier at home.”

“Yes, you could have. So, it's even more impressive that you did it there. You're just getting started with this. I know that it's intense. I'm worried about how I'm going to handle it all, too. So, promise to be gentle with me when I have my own little tantrum, hm? Because I will have one.”

“It’ll be easier once we have each other.”

Jasper smiled at me. He took the cigarette down from his ear and put it back in the pack. “Yes, it will be. Tony will have us, and we'll have each other. Everything will be…” He trailed off, not knowing how to finish his thought. He grinned at me once more. “Go to sleep, dove. You look tired, and it’s so late. In the morning, start looking for another doctor. And give yourself a goddamn break. You're doing fine, and we're here for you.”

“Okay. Thank you for being my friend,” I said slowly before returning his smile weakly.

“Yeah,” he smirked a little. “Thank you for being mine, too. And my girlfriend.” I laughed just a bit, very softly. “Goodnight, dove.”

When I came back to bed, Edward was lying on his side. He held his hand out to me. Taking my phone from me, he put it onto the wireless charging stand. His big arm draped over me, his lips pressing a kiss against the back of my ear.

“Love you so much,” he murmured right before he fell back asleep, holding me as he had in the morning with his hand on my thigh over his hip.

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Episode Ninety-nine: Quiet Anxieties

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\After a quick shower, we laid down for a nap. I didn’t sleep, though. I couldn’t. I laid beside Edward as he comfortably snoozed. He slept so little, I didn’t mind being his teddy bear while he got some well-earned rest. But it gave my brain time to wander. And as always, anxiety crept into my thoughts.

Did he really enjoy himself? Did I do okay? Was I actually going to be able to keep going? Was I going to be able to keep up with him and to give him what he wanted? He obviously needed to explore more of his sexuality. I hoped that I was the right person to help him with that.

My love looked so beautiful, relaxed, and comfortable in his peaceful slumber. There were no lines on his face from stress and a little smile pulling at the corner of his mouth crookedly. He laid on his back, his arm around me so that he was holding me in the crook. With his other hand, he pulled my thigh over his hip so that I was half lying on him. Edward wanted to be touching me in every single way that he could. I had never seen him fall asleep so quickly during the day. I had obviously worn him out.

The day so far had been very intense, and I had a feeling that it wasn’t even close to being over.

A couple of hours later, he finally woke back up. Edward slowly looked over at me with a smile heavy with sleep. He blinked several times, pressing his face in my hair as he tried to focus and shake off the fog. He breathed my scent in, his grip on me tightening so that I was pressed against him harder.

“This has been the best day,” he mumbled into my hair, brushing his fingers through it gently as he leaned forward to spread kisses onto my cheek. The moment he spoke, my anxiety disappeared again.

I nodded, smiling a bit as I looked up at him. “I agree. We've fucked three times already, and it's not even six yet.” He laughed, then yawned loudly. “Do you still want me to dance for you? Or are you too tired?”

“If you can…” He smirked a little wicked.

I brought my leg that was over his hip up into the air and stretched it so that it was above my head. I held it there, running my hand down my calf at an achingly slow pace. “Oh, honey. I’m fine. I’m not the one who got pounded in the ass the first time today,” I teased back more confidently than I actually felt.

Edward chuckled, turning pink as he glanced away from me timidly. He swallowed, licking his lips before wrinkling his nose. “Can I be honest with you?”

“I would certainly hope so,” I joked as I put my leg down. “Especially with what we’ve done today.”

“I suppose you’re right.” He snorted then shook his head briskly. His hand on my back slid down to my ass and gave it a tight squeeze before he looked down at me again. “That went way better than I expected.”

“You mean it went from zero to fucking sixty in two seconds?” I cheekily asked. “You said to start slow! That wasn’t, Edward. In fact, that was the opposite of slow.”

His face turned into the pillow for a moment, closing his eyes as his blush deepened and spread to his nose. “I know,” he said before shaking his head again. “But as soon as I realized how much I was going to like it, I needed it.” He paused nervously, his grip on my ass getting tighter again. “Did you enjoy it?”

I looked up at him in disbelief. “I came twice! I soaked the-”

“I know, but-”

Sitting up so that I could look at him, I tilted my head to the side in confusion. “But what?” I laughed. He looked away in embarrassment. I could see it in the way that he held his lips, his eyes downcast.

Edward shook his head. “I don’t know… I mean, it was a lot of work for you and-”

I couldn’t help but look at him as if he was stupid. “What?”

He sucked in a breath through his nose and looked away from me again. “I feel… selfish. I'm already thinking about when we can do it again, and I know it's all about me and my pleasure. And I've already asked you to dance for me tonight. It seems like I'm getting so much today. I'm the spoiled one. How many other women would indulge me like this?”

My fingers scratched over his scrap gently, pulling his face towards me again. “Last night, you rented out an entire museum to have a special date with me. One of the biggest in the country, if not the world. Just for me. Honey, this, these crazy wonderful things that we’re doing together, is not selfish. This is what I want to do, too. I want to try every single toy in there on you. And me. And Jasper.”

He smiled slowly. “I know. You keep saying it, and I'm trying to believe it. I've been worried about hurting you when I do that to you. I’m a little less so now. Though your cock is much smaller than mine or our darling boyfriend's. It's not really comparable, size-wise.” Edward’s smile was rueful.

I delicately snorted, biting my lip for a moment. “I wonder how long that one was.”

“Five inches,” he replied instantly in a quiet voice. I didn’t even really remember reading the box. Edward had been too keen to put it on me and had ripped it open like a six-year-old on their birthday.

“I wonder long Jasper is,” I mused as I brought my thumb to my mouth. The memory of him inside of me made me a little warm, and I wondered if the blush showed on my cheeks.

“Just under seven,” Edward answered promptly. I looked over at him in surprise. He didn’t look at me as he flushed. He rolled his eyes at himself and sighed. “I asked, and he measured. I wonder if I can handle it.”

“And did you measure for him, Tony darling?” I smirked slyly. He turned redder, making me cackle wickedly. Even his ears were pink. “Oh, and how long are you exactly?”

He bit into his lip deeply. “Seven and two-thirds.”

“And two-thirds,” I giggled at his choice of words. He chuckled as well, squeezing me tighter as he hid his face in my hair. His hand slid up to rest on my hip. “So, you're bigger, and I've easily taken you. It's all a matter of patience and lube. Don’t worry.”

“I’m glad that I got like ten different kinds,” Edward replied, squeezing my waist. “God, that was so good, Bella.”

I ran my fingers over his jaw to make him look at me for a moment. “The thing is when he fucks you… It’s going to be so much better. No matter what toy I use. No matter what I do to you. He can feel things that I can’t, work on you in ways that I can’t. There is going to be nothing compared to his skin, his warmth. The feeling of when he cums inside of you.”

Shifting slightly, I could see him swallow as his eyes drooped a little with arousal. His hand tried to discreetly adjust his growing erection that was only an inch or so from my thigh. He took in a ragged breath. “I wonder what that feels like…” He adjusted again, glancing at me. “What is it like to have someone have an orgasm inside of you? I know what it feels like when you do, but that’s different, you know.”

There was no good way to describe it. I could say it was warm and fulfilling, or describe the pulsing connection. But the words wouldn’t do it justice. “It’s like pure satisfaction.”

Edward slowly licked his bottom lip then shook his head. “I should have let him fuck me in Sydney,” he finally mumbled. I giggled softly. Sighing, he shook his head again as he looked away. “I was too scared. I’m always frightened.”

It was my turn to shake my head. “Edward, don’t worry about that. He understood. He'd never force you. You weren't ready, and that's okay.”

“I was stupid for being worried.”

Lifting so that I could look at him, I frowned at his words. “No, you weren’t. Stop trying to hurry yourself along. We’ll do everything you want to, I promise. You know that you don’t need to cram it all into one day, or a week, or month…”

“I know that but-”

I put my hand on his lips. “It’s okay to slow down. We need to spread this stuff out into a lifetime.”

“You’re one to talk,” he mumbled against them. I moved them away.

Rubbing my hand over the back of my neck, I slowly shook my head again as I swallowed back some of my anxiety from earlier that was trying to creep it’s way back in. “I know,” I admitted. “I just don’t want to hurt you. I’m already worried about how sore you are right now.”

“I’m not sore… there,” he replied a little sheepishly. “My back is a little stiff, though.”

I got up from the bed straight away and went to the bathroom to fetch one of my lotions for him. I decided the massage would come sooner rather than later. He more than deserved it. “Take off your shirt and roll over for me.”

Edward looked surprised and maybe embarrassed. “Oh, love. You don’t have to do that.”

Sighing, I rolled my eyes. “Oh, noooo,” I wailed dramatically, “I have to rub down my super sexy boyfriend with nice smelling stuff while sitting on his chiseled back. How terrible for- Just take off your damn shirt and roll over,” I finished, tossing the little pink bottle into the middle of the bed so that I could take off his hoodie again. It would just get in the way. He smirked, doing as I asked silently.

Straddling his thighs, I first leaned down to kiss his soft white skin between his shoulder blades. There were dozens of tiny pinkish and red freckles, more on his shoulders. I then put a huge blob of the cold cream in my palm, rubbing it in my fingers to warm it before I began to give him a deep massage. Starting at the base of his spine, my hands easily moved up his long toned body.

“Damn,” he moaned into the mattress. I had never done this for him, and he obviously enjoyed it. He would certainly be receiving more of them. “You can do it harder,” Edward said, not moving his face from where it was shoved into the bed.

“I know,” I teased in a seductive purr, swirling my hips against his ass as my nails dragged against his neck for just a moment. He moaned again but for a different reason. “Are you tender?”

He turned his head to the side to talk to me finally. “I guess that might be the right term for it. It doesn't hurt, but I certainly know something has happened back there. I feel it when I move, and it just turns me on more,” he admitted. I pressed hard between his shoulder blades with my fingers spread wide. It made him groan as they slid upwards towards his neck.

“I wish that I could watch Jasper’s expression when you tell him about it,” I mused jokingly.

“Oh,” Edward breathed out softly. He turned his head a little more so that he could look at me. “What do you think he’ll say?”

“Where are my pictures?” I said in a terrible Australian accent like his. He laughed a little. “I think that he’ll be relieved that he’s not the first to try it. Now that we know that you like it, it’s just a matter of practice now. After getting over that first hurdle, it’s all fun from there.”

He shifted again, putting his arms under his head for a pillow. “I want you to use a bigger one next time,” he hummed as I moved over his neck again. “I got a bunch of different sizes to slowly step it up. That wasn’t even the smallest.” He was almost proud of himself. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

“Please don’t destroy your ass to prove a point. I realize that you’re stubborn and want everything to be exactly how you want it to be instantly, but this isn’t one of those things.”

“I’m not proving a point. I just think bigger would feel even better.” I giggled at his answer, making him sigh. He pressed his face into his crossed arms. “I know, I’m a hot mess.”

I slipped my hands down into his shorts to grab his cheeks, making him squeak in surprise. Edward chuckled, pushing his face back into the blanket. When I was done rubbing him down, I laid down on his back carefully so that I could kiss his neck.

“Put your full weight on me,” he asked suddenly. I did so, shifting my body so that I was laying on him entirely. He hummed, almost purring like a giant cat. “I feel like I could fall asleep with you like this.” I slid my hands along his arms, my face resting on the back of his neck.

We laid like that for a long time, but after a while, I heard his stomach growl.

“Would you like me to make one of those shepherd's pies for dinner?” I asked into his ear.

“No cooking,” he mumbled into the sheets.

“It’s just heating it up.”

“Hm.” He hummed a little again, this time in thought. “What else do you have frozen?”

I smirked, knowing that he would rather have my food than delivery any day. “Lasagna.” I kissed his ear. “Macaroni and cheese.” I pecked his neck lightly. “A couple of kinds of burritos.” I pressed several along his shoulder. “Meatballs.”

“Meatballs?” He said in a curious little voice.

Nodding, my fingers dragged back down to his shoulders. “I have some homemade tomato sauce as well. Would you like pasta?” I kissed along the shell of his ear. “I can make garlic bread, too.”

“Could we do meatball subs instead? On garlic bread?” He turned his head to the side. “Please?”

“Of course. What do you want to do tomorrow? Want me to actually cook something, or do you want to go out?”

“So, I had a thought…” Edward trailed off for a moment. “I think that we both need to blow off some steam. Wanna make some dumb shit videos with me?”

“Always.”

I could see the smile tugging on his lips. “Wanna get drunk?”

“Always,” I repeated with a giggle.

“I bought a bunch of liquor for the try videos in Sydney. We could get the guys to come over. And we could film a bunch in a row, and then we can make a video where we rank our favorite drunk foods afterward.”

I laughed. “Oh, I see that I’ve inspired you in a naughty way.”

“Mm, how unusual.” I laughed again at his dryness and the deepness of his silky voice. “What do you think?”

Quickly, I nodded in answer. “Absolutely! Let’s do it. Why don’t I start dinner? You text the boys and see what they think.”

“You mean, ask what time they want to start day-drinking with us?”

“Exactly!” I said excitedly, making him chuckle.

I got off the bed with a hop. Edward stretched happily, humming as he lifted his arms and legs off the mattress almost a foot so that only his torso was on the bed. His back popped loudly.

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed in pleasure, falling back. “Tomorrow is going to be a good day, too.”

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Episode Ninety-eight: Inside

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It was just after two in the afternoon, and we were lying on the couch, all sprawled out. Edward was reading something on his phone while I listened to music and worked on making a playlist for my dance that evening. We were in an odd position. He was lying on his side facing me, his head propped up on a pillow. My knees were resting on his hip, my ass pretty much pressed against his crotch as I laid away from him at an angle. My feet dangled over his butt. His free hand was rubbing my bare thigh as I gently rocked my foot to the beat.

When I finished making my playlist, I put the phone into the hoodie pocket. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the music for a while. Edward’s hand began to rub in a little rhythm with my foot, sinking lower and lower as he did. Then it moved between my legs, stroking me gently over my panties. I bit my bottom lip as the lazily played with me, a small smile pulling to one corner of his mouth.

Then someone knocked on the door.

“Noooo…” I whined childishly, making him chuckle. “Go away!”

He got up to answer it, so I sat up and pulled the hoodie down over my legs. Edward had several big boxes waiting for him on the other side.

“What’s all that?” I questioned curiously, moving onto my stomach to look at what he was doing since no one was coming inside to bother our peace.

“Um… Bella rates strap-ons?” He smiled at me innocently.

“How many did you get?” I laughed, pushing my face into the cushion of the couch.

“It’s… not just those… But I’m hoping that some of the boxes are just kind of too big. Otherwise, I’m a little worried about my ass.”

“Edward!” I cackled as I put both hands over my mouth, making him chuckle again as he blushed at his own dirty joke. “I’m a little scared to see what you ordered.”

He made a little face, pursing his lips before he nodded to himself. “I went overboard.”

“Obviously,” I giggled. “What else did you get?”

The poor man was scarlet. Even his ears. “Lube, plugs, dildos, other things…” he trailed off, getting brighter somehow. It went down to his neck. “Not everything is just for me. Obviously.” He cleared his throat.

“Oh, it’s all for you. You’re going to like using all of it,” I smirked at him prettily. “So, is this what we’re doing after I dance for you?” It was my turn to wiggle my eyebrows.

“After.” He shrugged. “Before.” I giggled again. “You said whenever I got the urge, darling. I have so many urges.”

“Do I seem unexcited about the idea?” I continued to laugh.

“I feel like you’re teasing me now,” he mumbled as he began to open everything.

I nodded a little. “I am, but I’m still excited.” I crossed my arms and laid my chin on them as I watched him take box out after box. “When did you order all this?”

He didn’t look at me as he answered. “When I had some alone time on set. I… clearly- I had a lot of time to kill.”

“We’re going to need some storage for your sex toy collection. A giant toy chest.”

“It’s not just for me,” he whined and laughed. Edward pouted a bit before playfully stomping his foot. Then he gently tossed a dildo in my direction. I caught it, wobbling it back at him.

He pulled out a couple of bigger boxes and gently dumped them onto the couch beside me, too. “Oh, a strapless one!” I chirped. “I've always wanted to try, but I imagine it's hard to keep in.”

“Yeah. I figured that might be a problem, so I went in the opposite direction too and got one with tons of support,” Edward said as he searched through his pile. He found it and brought it over to me. It was like a pair of men's boxers with straps to tighten the interchangeable dildo. Inside there was another one for me as well as ribbing around it.

“Oh, I want to try this one first,” I said right away, looking at the back of the box. I actually felt my face flush when I looked at them.

“What do you like about it?” Edward sat on the sofa beside me. He took it from my hands, biting his bottom lip as he looked at the picture. “Mm, I know what I like about it,” he mumbled to himself.

“What do you like about it?” I giggled excitedly.

He quickly shook his head. “No, I asked you first.”

I rolled my eyes. “I like the look. The boxers. I can imagine how they'd make me feel when I wear them. More than in the psychical sense. Though I am looking forward to that.”

Slowly, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip before he glanced at me. “How do you think they’ll make you feel?”

I bit my own as I considered how to answer him. “These are so masculine. I’m a small woman, I know that. I rarely feel… powerful. Boxers are such a male symbol.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. They turn me on.”

“So, male equals power?” He asked, his head tilted to the side.

“Not always, but usually. You know that.”

“Sexually, though?” Edward countered teasingly. “Wouldn’t you say that you hold a lot of power in our relationship?”

I laughed a bit. “Sexually, maybe, but I’d hope that we were equal partners.”

“We are equals. But you're still an all-powerful goddess to me, though. To Jasper, too.” He leaned down to kiss the top of my head. “Do you want to try it on?”

I realized that we were about to have round number three in a way that I totally didn’t expect.

“Do you want to start with this?” I asked with a big grin. I knew there had to be better things in the box to start with first. It wasn't a tiny dildo and surprisingly realistic. I just wanted to see his reaction.

“Eh… no,” he said promptly in a funny voice. Then he grinned up at me impishly. “I do want to see it on you, though. Please?” He asked with his own big smile. He looked far too pleased with himself.

For a moment, I looked away from him before I sighed and smiled. “Go get it cleaned off,” I replied as I took off his hoodie and threw it over the arm of the couch. I was in nothing but my panties. His eyes got huge, his smile growing.

“Yes! Okay.” He rushed over to the pile of boxes, ripping open the package as he did. I giggled again, watching him pulling out some toy cleaning wipes. My man was prepared. He sat down on the sofa beside me, arranging everything dutifully.

When he was ready, I stood up in front of him while biting my bottom lip. With a smile, he pulled down my panties with his eyes locked on mine. “You’re not too sensitive for this?” He asked softly, his words gentle and sweet. I shuddered when he slid his fingers between my legs for a moment.

“No,” I smirked a little as mine went through his hair. He ran his own between my legs again. I was a bit wet already just from what we were doing, flirting and touching. Slowly he moved over my clit before dipping his hand back. His fingers went inside, testing the waters, so to speak.

Edward brought the boxers down for me to step into. He bought them sized extra small. They were tight on my thighs, but it felt like a good thing. Carefully he began to tease me with the dildo that was within. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back as he rubbed it over my clit repeatedly. Then he pushed it in very slowly. I tugged the band into place on my hips. When I did, it brought the ribbing fully against my clit. He tightened the straps.

“Oh,” I moaned at the sensation. He ran his hands over my hips then back to my ass. His eyes looked me up and down over and over again. His breathing actually picked up a little. I ran my fingers through his hair, balancing myself a little. “What are you thinking?”

He swallowed hard. His tongue darted out to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. “Is there something wrong with me that I find this so attractive?”

“No,” I promised, scratching my nails over his scalp. “Plenty of people, men and women, straight and gay, enjoy it. And they have for thousands of years.”

Leaning forward, he began to kiss my stomach as he gently played with dildo. When he jerked it upwards, it rubbed against my clit and moved the toy inside of me. I gasped in pleasure.

Edward glanced up. “That feels good?”

“Yes.”

Smirking to himself, he then began to jerk the toy off more in earnest as he kissed my stomach up to my breast. His other hand was in the center of my back, holding me upright. I held onto his shoulders, squirming at his attention.

“I like playing with your cock,” he said in a teasing voice, smiling at me. “I kinda wanna suck on it.”

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered as he masturbated it hard for a moment. “Please.” I wasn't sure what I was asking for. Whatever he was willing to give me.

“Want a blow job, baby?” He asked cheekily, his smile wicked. Edward wasn’t actually asking, his lips traveling back down my stomach. With his hand still stroking it, he brought the toy into his mouth while holding my gaze. I could tell instantly that he didn’t like how it tasted.

“That’s what the flavored lube is for,” I joked gently.

“Mm, you’re right. Plain cock does taste better,” he said too seriously. It was hard to keep a straight face. But then he pulled a bottle from his shorts pocket, wiggling it at me. It was pineapple flavored. Giggling, I took it from him and opened it. Edward leaned back a little, still holding the toy as I put a couple of drops on the tip. His big hand moved over it, smoothing it up and down the shaft. I had to put a hand on his shoulder again, biting my lip to hold in my moan.

“Could I get you off like this?” He questioned, still massaging the toy. Leaning forward, he gave the tip a long lick as he held my stare. It must have tasted better because he did it again.

“Yes,” I breathed, the pleasant friction just in the right spot. “Oh, god. Yes…”

Edward began to work the toy as if it were actually a cock, taking it all the way into his mouth as he massaged it. He might not have done it many times, but he certainly got the idea of how. The rubbing, the toy inside, and his expressions were just too much for me. I held onto his hair as I came, my thighs squeezing together as his other hand grabbed my ass.

“God, I love finding new ways to get you off,” he moaned against my stomach, kissing up my chest again.

“When I take your picture for Jasper, it’ll be doing that. Fuck,” I panted. He hugged my waist tightly, kissing between my breasts. I could see his erection clearly standing up underneath the thin material of the shorts. “My turn.”

Pushing him back roughly, I leaned over to kiss him. The toy pressed between us, into his stomach. He moaned into my mouth, grabbing my ass forcefully so that it jerk against him.

I kissed down his chest, pushing his shorts down as I did. His hard-on popped to attention right away in front of my face, a bead of cum already on the tip. It was glistening, obviously leaking a little with excitement. I happily licked it away, my hand moving between his legs to play with his balls gently.

The bottle of lube was on the couch beside him. I picked it up and dripped a massive amount onto him. He gasped then sort of giggled at the cold, wet sensation. It was way too much. I slipped my hand up and down, spreading it all over him, but it was still a considerable amount. Gliding my slippery hand over his balls, I moved it between his legs. They were hanging off the sofa, bent at the knee. He spread his thighs open for me, his breath catching.

I began to stroke lower and lower, my mouth going around the tip and sucking it hard. The first time that I went over the hole between his legs, he moaned softly and spread his legs a little wider. Taking more into my mouth, I massaged the spot slowly and gently for several pleasant minutes.

He definitely liked it, so I gently pressed a finger just inside. There was plenty of lube for this, smoothly pressing in. Edward stiffened for a moment, so I wrapped my other hand around his erection. My mouth moved down to take more of him. He began to relax, and I started to push slowly.

“Oh,” he sighed softly, his head falling back.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” Edward whimpered.

“Do you want more?” I licked him slowly from the tip to the base of his cock. He nodded his head, swallowing.

I kept my finger inside him, gently wiggling it as I reached for the bottle of lube again with the other. This time, I squirted it onto my hand directly. I smoothed it over him before pushing my finger all the way inside for the first time.

“Oh, fuck, yes…” He whispered, pushing his hips towards my hand. I began to slowly move it in and out, making sure to watch his expression. Pressing it all the way in, I curled it up. His chin tilted back, his mouth opened in pleasure. I stroked him again, twirling in place as I did. I knew precisely when I hit the exact right spot. He shuddered, his eyes getting wider as he threw his head entirely back. “Oh… Ohhh… Oh…”

“Oh,” I giggled, leaning forward to take him into my mouth again for a moment. I pulled away, licking his head just as I curled my finger against the spot once more. “You’re going to love being fucked so much.”

He chuckled, his eyes closed and his face red. Edward swallowed again, licking his lips. “Well, I love your lovely, tiny, little finger. Jasper’s massive cock scares me,” he admitted. I felt him tighten around me. I pulled it out, adding a little more lube, and then an additional digit. “Fingers,” he corrected. I curled them both at the same time, leaning down to suck him into my mouth again. “Oh, Bella! Fuck…”

I let him hit the back of my throat, moving my fingers in and out as I swirled gently. I had never heard him moan so loudly before. Slowly and purposefully, I teased him for several moments. His fingers clutched at the sofa cushions at his side, his cheek shoved into the fabric with his mouth hanging open. Edward’s toes curled into the soft rug.

“Fuck me!” He called out loudly and suddenly. “I want you to fuck me! Right now. Fuck me,” he demanded as he looked up at me with wanton eyes and pink cheeks.

“Are you sure?” I asked in surprise. “I could get a smaller toy-”

“No, please,” Edward begged, his hand reaching down and moving through my hair. “Just go slowly…”

I was at the right height on my knees with him on the couch like he was. Tugging on his own, I had him scoot to the very edge. Once again, I played with him with two fingers, adding more and more lube because I was so scared of hurting him. I would rather there be way too much to clean up later. With my other hand, I stroked him to make him as relaxed as he could be before I pulled them out. After slicking up the toy, I pressed it at his entrance.

“Ready?”

“Yes, please…”

The tip was larger than my two fingers, so I pushed it just inside first. He stiffened, his whole body rigid. I didn't move, but instead, I brought my hand around his cock and rubbed until he relaxed once more. I pulled it out before pushing it in once again, just an inch or so deeper this time. I did this steadily until finally, he moaned brazenly. Edward’s cheek pushed back into the cushion, his eyes fluttering closed.

Placing both of my hands on his thighs, I pressed fully inside of him for the first time. I struggled to stay still as he adjusted, the sensation pulling on the toy in me and rubbing against my clit. I could feel myself soaking the underwear between my legs. Edward put his hands on mine, holding them as his back arched a little.

Slowly and carefully, I began to rock back and forth on my knees. Once I got into the right rhythm, evident pleasure spread over Edward’s face. Once I knew that he enjoyed it, I could relax and let myself bask in the sensation. I could actually feel him tighten as he got closer, pulling me right along with him.

“Goddamn, that feels amazing,” he groaned. “You… you can- more. You can do more.” It was obvious that Edward wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking for, he just wanted it.

I began to move a little faster, pulling entirely out before slamming back in. Taking one of my hands, he wrapped it around his erection and started to use it to play with himself. I loved his fingers around mine, his warm skin against my palm. The faster I went, the closer I came to cumming as well.

“Oh!” I wailed in surprise when it hit me, barely able to keep myself up. Falling forward, it pushed me deep into him while my hand was squeezing around him.

“FUCK!” He shouted as he came, my shuddering body jerking the toy within him. It shot across his stomach and my breasts in several long spurts before dripping all over our joined hands.

I didn’t move for a long moment, too spent to. We looked into each other’s eyes, panting. Pulling out very slowly, he let out a sigh of pleasure. I smiled, falling back to my knees. Carefully he sat up, offering me his hand to help me stand. When I did, he brought me closer to him so that he could kiss my stomach and chest again. His hands gently massaged my ass.

“Damn, you’re soaking wet. They’re drenched. Did you really like that as much as I did?” He asked, shoving his face in between my breasts almost as if he was embarrassed. His skin felt fiery hot and sticky moist. We were going to need another bath.

“That was incredible. I’m going to give this one twenty out of ten stars. Can’t wait to do it again,” I teased breathlessly.

“Me too,” Edward whimpered. “I love being fucked by my girlfriend’s cock,” he muttered into my skin, making me giggle. Gingerly, he peeled the garment off my legs and onto the floor. I could have dissolved there. Edward moved his hands back to my bare ass, holding me up. “I really want to take a nap now, but I think we need a shower first.”

“Mm,” I agreed. “An actual one this time.”

“You don’t want me to eat you again?” He asked mischievously as he stood. I could see a quick twinge of discomfort at the lube as he stood. “Oh, my,” he mumbled.

“I feel like that every time you fuck me. I want you to know that,” I said dryly.

Edward gave a little shiver. “No wonder you complain about being gooey,” he joked then held up a finger. “Um, yeah… let me- let me run to the loo first, and then we’ll shower.”

His awkward expression made me giggle again.

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Episode Ninety-seven: Perfectly

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I was smiling when I woke up, feeling entirely happy and safe. There were no alarms. Nowhere that we needed to be or anything that we needed to do. It was so nice. I was in one of Edward’s huge long-sleeved t-shirts and no pants. He was pressed behind me in just his basketball shorts that he liked to sleep in. I loved how they felt against my bare legs. He had pushed the shirt over my pantie covered ass, his big hand resting on it.

Swirling my hips, I tested to see how awake he was. I couldn't tell for sure. He was still and his breathing even.

“Oh, yes. Very nice,” he said very smoothly. Obviously, he was already very awake, making me giggle at his silly attitude. He slid his hand down my cheek, gripping it tightly so that his fingers dug into my skin. “Do it again.” I backed up into his hand, wiggling a little. It made him chuckle. “Your arse is so nice and warm right now, too. Come here,” he said before he pulled me as close as we could be to one another.

Edward snuggled in behind me, our legs perfectly tangled. I could feel his heart beating against my back, in time with mine. Taking his hand, I put it over my own heart. His fingers spread flat over it, pushing his palm into my skin as his nose dragged over my ear. He took in a deep, relaxed breath.

“Oh, my god. I’ve missed this,” I moaned softly after a few moments, leaning my head back against his shoulder as my eyes sank closed. I wasn’t even sure when the last time we were able to wake up like this was. Even in Sydney, it didn’t happen that much. There had been only a couple of days with Jasper.

“Me too, love. I’m sorry,” he mumbled quietly as he leaned in to kiss my shoulder where the collar of the shirt had slipped down to expose my freckled flesh. He tenderly rubbed his fingers over it and down my arm to my hand. They wove with mine, resting on my stomach before squeezing my palm tightly. Edward pressed his face into my hair and took another deep breath like he couldn’t get enough of me. I understood because I couldn’t get enough of him either.

I shook my head at his words. “It's okay. I'm just a spoiled bitch now, and I want my men around me all the time,” I teased lightly in an almost bored voice. He chuckled again. I glanced over my shoulder and smirked. “Hurry up and make that billion dollars that you're apparently aiming for, so you can retire at thirty, and I can have you to myself.”

“Do you think that I’ll make a billion?” He curiously asked. He was seriously asking the question.

I didn’t have to think about it. If that was his goal, that’s what he was going to get. “Oh, I have no doubt,” I answered as I dragged my fingers over his jaw from behind with my other hand. I glanced back at him again. “This Disney thing… It’s just the beginning. You’re twenty-five. You have to know that. You’re making a million dollars for less than a month’s worth of work just right now. You’re too talented. If they want your time, they should pay for it. They’re not stupid, Edward. You’re worth every single cent.”

He literally purred against my neck, kissing it after moving my hair out of the way. “Woman, what are you doing to my ego?”

“Explain to me what telling you the truth does to your ego,” I countered evenly. “Jasper thinks that we should keep it in check, but I’m not going to lie to you either. You are the most talented person that I know.”

“You to stroke it, him to make sure my head doesn’t get too big.” I giggled a little at his words. “It’s probably exactly what I need,” he laughed gently then sighed. “If I do make a billion, though, it’ll be because you are my muse. Both of you, actually.”

I shook my head. He was wrong about that entirely. “No, you’d make that billion one way or the other. You’re just going to be a lot happier doing it with us,” I replied to his sweetness. “You don’t need me to be successful. Obviously. You were doing just fine without me. But I am so delighted to be on this ride with you right now.”

He hid his face in my neck for a moment, pecking it lightly with kisses. “Does it scare you still?” He asked next. “The money?”

“Mm,” I hummed. “Yes,” I admitted with a little sigh in my voice. I wasn’t going to lie to him about that either. “But I'm not going to let it stop me. I'm not stupid. Money and success is always a good thing when handled well. But I hope that you know that I would marry you even if you were penniless.”

Edward chuckled to himself. “You’d probably prefer it.”

“No,” I laughed as well. “I’d still want you to be successful. No matter what you decide to do with your life. But I don’t think you’d ever be poor anyway because that’s not who you are. You’re too smart and determined. So, yeah. It’s scary but, I mean, most good roller coasters are a little frightening but usually worth it. It is still a bit overwhelming to think that the words in your head are worth so much. You make insane noises, really well, and people want to give you millions and millions to do it.”

“You wanted to be a Broadway performer. Is it so different?”

I laughed again. There were a million differences that I wasn’t sure how to explain to him. I sighed as I tried to think about how to word it. “I wanted to be a pretty parrot. A songbird. Just repeating whatever was on the paper. And I couldn’t do that. It’s hard. And it’s even harder to write. I tried that too and couldn’t either.”

I felt him shake his head against my shoulder, his hand on my stomach pulling me somehow even closer. “You’re so talented. You should have been the celebrity,” he said quickly. “You would be my little starlet if the world was just.”

Edward was incredibly sweet, his words making me blush and smile a little. “You just want to play casting couch,” I taunted mischievously. I didn’t want him to think that he needed to console my pride. I didn’t mind not being the star. The only attention that I wanted at that moment was his, and he was giving me plenty.

He snorted before he caught himself. “Not just,” he made a funny little noise in his throat. “I do want to, but the universe should have been better and given you the chance to show everyone your mad skills sooner. But I'm fixing that as we speak,” Edward said very seriously before his voice changed. “And I would love to be on your casting couch. I also have this fun fantasy where you're the established star, and we have to film a sex scene, so we practice first…” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully when I looked back at him. He was being silly on purpose to amuse me.

Giggling, I looked away before glancing back once more. “If I were an established actress, why would I need to practice? Maybe I’d rather you go full method for the camera,” I replied as confidently and as seductively as I could. Then I wiggled my hips again.

“Damn, you’re cheeky this morning,” he sort of growled against my shoulder, nibbling it. He moved the shirt further out of the way. “That’s so hot,” he sort of mumbled to himself, his erection twitching against my ass as he kissed behind my ear.

“Is that what you want to do tonight?” I ran my foot up his calf. “Shall we practice your favorite scene?”

He instantly shook his head. “No.” Edward didn’t hesitate with his answer. “I want you to dance for me. For us,” he responded as he pressed his hand against my stomach before slowly sliding it down. Gripping the end of the fabric tightly, he lifted my shirt up higher. “I want to watch this gorgeous ass shake.” Then his other hand gripped it tightly.

“Mm, fuck…” I half-giggled, half-moaned. “Yes, sir. Is there anything else you want to do today?”

Edward shook his head firmly, the cloth of the pillow scraping against his rough cheek. “No. You’re not cooking. We’re not working. We’re not doing a damn thing. What we are going to do is lay down for as much of the day as possible. We’re eating, sleeping, fucking, and maybe playing some video games while lying down, and that’s it. And we’re going to smoke because it makes all of those things more fun.” He said everything with such finality that it made me smile.

“Wow, sounds relaxing,” I sighed, leaning back against him as he continued to rub my ass, squeezing it over and over again. Each time it got tighter and tighter. “Mm, yes.”

“You like that?” He asked teasingly before he slipped his finger under the fabric of my panties, following the curve up and down until pushing it further to the side. I could feel his erection through his shorts against my thighs. So, I reached behind me and began to rub him through the soft material, earning a moan. “God, yes. I've missed you so much. Mm… I swear that I’m going to fuck you at least five times today, Isabella,” he promised suddenly.

I smirked when he said my whole name. It sounded so sexy in his accent.

“So, you’re saying that I should do some stretches or something?” I snickered, pulling his shorts down with a sharp yank. Edward pushed his fingers into my panties between my legs from behind just as rough, making me gasp softly.

He ran his nose over the back of my neck, pecking at my ear. “Maybe do some stretches later. And it’s probably a good idea to stay hydrated. I’ve already got some aspirin for you on the-”

Rolling over swiftly, I attacked him with a laugh at his teasing. This shut him up happily.

About ten minutes later, we pulled away from each other, hot and sweaty. Panting, I looked up at the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath. Edward was grinning from ear to ear, very red in the face, and panting just as hard as I was.

“Why don’t you stay hydrated?!” I declared sassily when I finally glanced over at him with a smirk. He chuckled, before growling playfully and pulling me towards him to aggressively snuggle for a little while. His legs tangled with mine again while his arms held me as close as he could. I was wrapped in Edward.

The second of the five promised times was in the shower. After helping me to wash all over, he laid me back on the seat and began to devour me. When he finished, or rather I did a few times, he brought me to my feet then bent me over so that he could take me from behind. For the first time, we actually entirely ran out of hot water. We were probably in there for over a solid hour.

Edward actually had to help me stumble out of the shower, my legs a little wobbly. When I was dried off, I slipped on some clean underwear, and wordlessly he brought me his freshly washed hoodie. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing my bare shoulder several times before letting me go.

I took some aspirin when he wasn’t looking. He had the bottle waiting on the bedside table. I knew that it was actually for him. Working so much had made him ache. Later in the evening, after I had danced for him, I decided to give him a good massage to make him feel better. He was being good to me, and I could return the favor.

We sat outside as we waited for the crepes that Edward decided to order. It was lovely weather, warm and windy. We smoked and sipped coffee, his arm around my shoulders as I leaned into him.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t handled this first week alone very well,” I said to him softly, the feelings bubbling to the surface in the quietness of the moment. He had been trying so hard to make everything perfect for me, and I had acted embarrassingly.

“No, it's okay. It's- You-” He started and stopped. “You've had so much going on, and I think that it's starting to get to you a little. You've handled everything else so well. You just need a little time to adjust,” he said soothingly.

“Yeah, maybe…”

He squeezed my shoulder. “I think that I need to give you more video responsibilities, too. More to do to distract you.”

“Oh? Like?” I asked curiously.

“Planning all the food shoots. The guys were impressed with how you did things.”

I shrugged. “I just tried to figure out how to get the most in a day and make everyone happy with food leftovers.”

“Exactly!” Edward laughed, his smile very proud. “I think that your office skills from Culture for All shine through there. Your scheduling skills are impressive.”

“I feel like you’re teasing me,” I replied as I scrunched up my nose.

Edward pulled back to look at me. “I'm not! I swear. You got so much done in one day. I don't know anything about cooking. It's all your baby. From what I've gotten to quickly glance at with the guys looks great. When Jasper gets here, you'll have another personality to work with and someone to help you film whenever you want. He'll hire more people when he comes too, and hopefully…” he trailed off before he shook his head and smiled at me. “So, start making plans now. You could film every day if you wanted. Really make Jasper earn his keep.”

“Not every day.” I shook my head quickly. That sounded exhausting, and like I would waste a lot of food. “Can I invite Lauren to be in some cooking videos? They could all be vegan-themed.”

He immediately nodded his head. “Sounds great, love. Whatever you want. Really. This is yours. Do whatever you want with it. This is going to be your channel very soon.”

“I had some thoughts,” I started quietly, biting my bottom lip. “About combining cooking videos and try videos, actually. I could cook your favorite foods. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, things growing up, desserts. Whatever. Not just yours, but everyone else’s too. Have everybody talk about theirs and rank them, maybe.”

“Ooo. That sounds like fun. And a good way to hurt someone’s feelings,” he replied with a chuckle. He gave me an evil grin then wiggled his eyebrows again.

“What do you mean, my super weird comfort food is disgusting?” I said in a playfully horrified voice. “How dare you insult my mixture of mac and cheese with peas and sausage drenched in ketchup that was my favorite meal when I was four!” He began to actually giggle, leaning his head against mine.

“I’d eat that,” he admitted in a whisper.

“I’d literally mix it all together and cover the whole mess with layer ketchup and eat it with a slice of bread,” I explained.

“Yeah, I’d still eat it,” he shrugged. I smirked a little.

“So, I can make that for dinner soon?”

“Yeah, just let me add my own ketchup,” he agreed with his own lighthearted smirk. “I like sausage, and it's been ages since I've had any. Do it with white cheddar mac and cheese, though. Or something like that.”

“Mild and creamy?”

He nodded again, taking another hit. “Yeah…” Edward drew out and hummed. The doorbell rang for breakfast. “Yes, food! So fucking hungry now.”

“Stoner!” I called after him. He just waved his hand behind his back.

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10/7/2019

Episode Ninety-Six: Silver Platter

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Episode Ninety-Six: Silver Platter

Edward arrived home not very long after the phone call with two dozen roses clutched in one of his fists that were a lovely peach color, but they were also stripped with pinks and reds. They were beyond gorgeous. I took them with a big smile, his lips pressing a firm kiss to my cheek as I did. “And guess what?” He whispered gleefully in my ear.

I giggled, his breath making me a little ticklish. “What?”

“I didn’t forget a vase this time,” he replied, bringing his other arm from around his back to reveal a fancy paper bag with loads of tissue coming out the top. His proud expression made me laugh. He leaned in, kissing my ear again before whispering once more. “A dozen from me. A dozen from Jasper. He helped me pick them out.”

“Thank you,” I breathed, turning to kiss his mouth wholeheartedly as I carefully cradled the beautiful flowers in my arms. My other hand came up to play with his lovely thick hair. I held it for as long as I could with people watching. He happily sighed, taking a deep breath when I pulled away.

He licked his bottom lip before straightening up. “Mm, you are very welcome, my lovely girl. Now, what are we about to film? I’m ready to eat.” Edward clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

“Wanna try chocolate avocado mousse?” I asked with a little smirk. I knew what his reaction was going to be. It was actually a challenge for him to not wrinkle his nose. I had to look away from him to keep a straight face.

“Nope, not one fucking bit. But I will because I trust you,” he said far too brightly. I lost it. “I mean, I’ll probably like it, but the words just don’t sound good together. I’m sorry. It’s your cooking. As I said, I trust you,” he answered more genuinely.

“It’s for Lauren,” I explained. “I wanted to do something vegan and chocolate. It’s what she’s craving right now.”

Edward quickly nodded his head in understanding. “Mm,” he hummed, going to his sink to wash his hands. “Gotcha. She’ll like that. Well, tell me what to do, Ms. Swan. This is your shoot. Where do you want me, baby? Behind or in front of the camera?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me playfully as he swiped the towel over his skin to dry it.

I expected him to take over when he got home. This was his thing. It was nice to know that he respected me enough to take my opinions on the matter into consideration. Edward really wanted us to feel like a team.

Smiling, I began to put the flowers in the vase after washing it off and adding water. I hummed to myself. “In front of the camera, I think. We’ll have you and Tyler in the next and then you and Seth in the shepherd's pie one. And how about just you and me in the video for the steak and potatoes?”

“Sounds perfect,” he sincerely smiled, his expression warm and happy. “So, you boys behaving for her?” Edward inquired with a little smirk at Seth as he fiddled with the settings of one of his cameras. Tyler was playing with the sound equipment at the dinner table.

“We’re not children,” he quipped quickly. His best friend snorted to himself, shaking his head. “Okay, we’re not bad kids.” Tyler pursed his lips, then nodded his head in agreement.

I laughed at their banter. “They’ve been very well-behaved. I love spending time with them. They’re perfect gentlemen.”

Seth held his chin in the air proudly. “Yeah, we’re gentlemen. So there.”

Four hours later, it was just after six in the evening, and we were alone. Both men took a lot of food home, a combination of everything, even the vegan stuff. They were surprised that they liked it. The kitchen was a bit of a mess, so I began another load of dishes while Edward helped them get it all to the car.

When he came back in, he stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he kissed my ear. His hands moved over my stomach, pushing just under my shirt. I was perfectly full and a little sleepy from waking up early. I rocked against him, enjoying his closeness.

“If you give me a minute, I’ll finish this up and-”

Edward promptly shook his head, pecking my neck lightly. “No, this can wait until tomorrow. Go get changed.”

“Why?” I asked, tilting my head back a little so that I could look at him.

He grinned a little slyly. “Remember how you said when you moved in, we should do a weekly date night? Well, consider this the first.” He leaned down and kissed me soundly on the lips, holding my face in one of his hands.

I melted into him, my back relaxed against his chest as he held me up. “Where are we going?”

He shook his head again, his expression coy. He was obviously proud of himself over whatever it was that he had planned. “It’s a surprise.”
“When did you have time to plan a surprise?” I asked him curiously as I dried off my hands.

Edward rolled his eyes. “Um, this morning when I had loads of time, sitting on my arse in the trailer,” he chuckled. “I didn’t do shit this morning.”

“What should I wear?” I questioned next, finally turning in his arms. His hands instantly went to my ass and gave it a little squeeze. It made me giggle as I rested my cheek on his chest.

“Mm, comfortable shoes,” he answered vaguely. “I’m good wearing this unless you think that I should freshen up.” I shook my head. “Well then, I’ll finish the dishes while you change,” Edward offered, giving me another good squeeze.

“Thank you.” I smiled before practically dancing off towards the bedroom to get clean clothes on. Though he had helped, I had done most of the really messy work, and my jeans and shirt were splattered with a variety of colors.

“Don’t forget your camera!” He called after me.

About an hour later, we pulled up in front of the Los Angeles Natural History Museum. There were lights on around the building, but it was so late. There were only a few cars in the parking lot. I knew that it couldn’t be opened. There weren’t enough vehicles for it to be some sort of special event.

I expected him to explain, but he didn’t say anything. Waiting until we were walking towards the entrance, I glanced over at him. “Isn’t it closed?”

He waffled his head from one side then to the other before grinning impishly. “Not for us. We’re right on time, actually,” he informed me. Edward looked at me with a comically-raised eyebrow as he knocked on the front door in a little pattern. Just a moment later, a man in a suit with a security guard behind him opened it. The well-dressed gentlemen instantly smiled in recognition.

“Mr. Cullen! Welcome! Thank you so much for coming! We were very excited to find out about your interest in visiting us,” he said brightly as he allowed us inside. Edward put his hand on the small of my back, allowing me to go first.

My boyfriend chuckled warmly, instantly becoming Eddie. “Though I am very excited, this visit is actually for my wonderfully intelligent partner. But it has been on my list to make a video here…” He trailed off suggestively. I wondered how he arranged all of this, but I would ask my questions later. I didn’t want to interrupt.

“If you'd like, I can send you our media packet,” he stated instantly then beamed, delighted. Anything to bring money into the museum, I figured. I couldn’t imagine how much the evening probably cost my boyfriend.

Smoothly, Edward pulled a card from his pocket. He had come prepared. “Fantastic. This has my information on where you can send it.”

“I will right away,” he replied, looking down at the thick card stock in his hand in wonder. It was evident that he was a little starstruck. I understood completely. “Oh! By the way, my name is John Stanford. The museum is yours for the evening. If you need anything at all or have any questions, please let me or one of the security guards know. Enjoy your visit with us!”

He and the security guard escorted us to the entrance of the main hall. Everything was so amazingly quiet and still. I took my boyfriend’s arm, leaning my head against it. My smile was huge despite the fact my bottom lip was between my teeth.

Edward waited until we were alone again to speak. “So, I figured around the time that I saw the fire engines that we probably wouldn’t be working tonight, so I could plan something fun for us. I had a few hours to think about it, but I have to admit that I was struggling. Jasper actually suggested that I take you here tomorrow, perhaps as a lunch date. But you know how hard I like to try,” he concluded teasingly.

I joyously laughed, looking at the exhibit space that was spread out in front of me. There was so much going on in my head that it was overwhelming. I had never had someone be so many wonderfully romantic towards me and the fact that they worked together to make me feel loved was amazing.

Quickly, I turned and jumped up into his waiting arms before wrapping mine around his neck. He chuckled against my lips as I kissed him ferociously, my feet kicked up in the air.

“Can I tell you how marvelous it is that my sweet men take the time to think of ways to make me happy?” I asked in his ear. “Thank you so much. You don’t honestly know what it means to me.”

“You’re very welcome, my love.” He grinned shyly for a moment. “Honestly, he’s always helped me pick and plan all of these things,” he admitted almost sheepishly. “Now he’s just a lot more invested,” Edward chuckled.

“Oh, really?” I laughed. “Mm, what other fun things should I be thanking him for?”

He put me down to my feet, wrapping his arm around my waist as we began to walk towards the room with all the fossils and rocks. “Oh, geez. Besides bitching at me until I grew the balls to tell you how I felt?” He rolled his eyes at himself. “Well, the first time that I got your roses, he helped me pick the color. He assisted me in planning Alaska, too. Honestly, it feels like he has a hand in everything.”
“That must have been so hard for him,” I commented softly.

“What?”

“Him listening to you talk about me for months. The man that he loves falling in love with someone else and still being supportive despite his romantic feelings. I hope that you thanked him for all of that,” I answered, glancing up at him. I shook my head and sighed. “I can’t imagine his pain.”

Edward stopped to look at me. “Do you think that he loves me? Really?”

“You’re daft for someone so smart,” I replied, taking his hand as we stopped at some railing. “I’m not going to be the one to tell you about his feelings, though. That is a question you should ask him if you’re really ready to know the answer.”

“I was just wondering what he said to you,” he mumbled, blushing.

I laughed a little. “He didn’t have to say anything for me to know that. Sweetheart, I figured it out the very first day. Remember how I said that I shouldn’t know things before the two of you?”

He sighed dramatically and playfully. “Yes.” I snorted. “I get it. Yeah, it probably was hard for him, and I will thank him in my own special way.”

“Yeah, with blowjobs.” He laughed loudly, looking away from me as he scrunched up his nose. “I’m not wrong.”

“Nope, you’re not.”

We stopped again at the entrance. Just beyond were massive dinosaurs and other ancient creatures. I bit my lip, looking up at my smiling boyfriend.

“So, one thing that I remember you complaining about in New York was that there are always too many people at museums for good pictures. Well, love...” He opened his hands as if he was offering the whole place up to me on a silver platter. Edward really was.

“So, next week is my turn?” I asked with a smile. He nodded quickly, clearly excited by the idea. “Will I actually be able to plan anything?”

He nodded again. “If things stay the way they are, I'll be off on Sunday. But… can I actually make a request?” He asked shyly. “If that’s alright with you.”

“Of course. Anything.” I would do everything in my power to make him happy.

“Can it be a thing we do at home?” He wrinkled his nose a little again and sighed. “I’m tired of being around people. Which is why this is perfect.”

“Yes, it is,” I agreed. “We can, of course, do something at home. I’ll think of something fun to do.”

Edward smiled a little. “Thanks. Now… Go!” He boisterously swatted my ass. “Take thousands of pictures. I can’t wait to see them all.”

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10/4/2019

Episode Ninety-five: Bananas

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Episode Ninety-five: Bananas

I got up before dawn with Edward so that I could go to the farmer’s market and grocery store to get the cooking supplies for the day. When the boys showed up at ten, I was busy taking pictures of all the fresh fruit and vegetables for thumbnails. We were going to film ten videos worth of content in one day. A lot of them were shorter. Seth and Tyler were going to take turns with me in front of the camera.

It was the first time that I had planned what we would be shooting all on my own. Usually, I just gave Edward a selection of recipes to pick from, and he decided the schedule. First, we were going to do a video on hash browns, then cinnamon roasted bananas, and finally poached eggs before we would take a break for breakfast. After our meal, I would make compound garlic butter and vegetable broth that would be used in other recipes. During that time, I would also prepare the vegetables for the other dishes.

One of the three main entrees that I was cooking for the day was pea and mukimame soup that I was making vegan for Tyler to take home to his always hungry and very pregnant wife. I would also be making her a chocolate mousse with some of the about twenty fantastic looking avocados that I got from the market for stupid cheap. The other meal I was creating was shepherd's pie, and I was fixing her a small one as well, but we weren't filming that. We were making a separate video on the mashed potatoes though that were going on the pie. I was going to make a few small ones to freeze to have later. Seth would be taking the one we were cooking home for his leftovers. He was very excited.

The final dish I was preparing especially for Edward so that he could have it when he got home from the set that evening. Garlic butter filet steak bites with roasted baby butter potatoes and portobello mushrooms, all cooked in the same massive cast-iron skillet.

“I love how this place always smells like coffee,” Seth said when he came in, putting his camera equip down on the couch. Edward had most of his stuff out for them to use as well.

“Coffee is on the table. The schedule for the day is on there as well if you want to check it out. Let me know if I need to allow more time for the setup and stuff,” I mumbled, putting my own camera away so that I could go to wash my hands. “It’s my first time trying, but I tried to keep in mind how Edward does it.”

“No, looks doable,” Tyler stated, nodding his head. “You plan more breaks than Eddie does.”

“Well, I imagine there is more cleaning involved with this than his normal shoots,” I replied, giving him a small smile. “Sorry, you’re probably going to have to help me wash dishes. We’ve got a lot to cook today.”

"Meh," he waved me off after making a little sound in his throat. "Your sink is big, and your dishwasher is nice. It's fine," he answered as he walked to the fridge to pick one of the creamers. "Who's going to be in what?"

“You decide.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Seth asked his friend as he brought him a clean mug. He agreed with a nod, putting the creamer and his own cup on the table. “One, two, three, shoot.” Tyler threw up a piece of paper while he was a rock. “Alright. You go first.”

“Cool. I like bananas,” he commented, pleased.

I was actually glad that Tyler was starting. Since we had been in the video together the night before, I knew how he was going to be without Eddie. I wasn’t sure about Seth yet. We had been in other videos together, but always with his boss being the loudest guy in the room.

The gentlemen took over the director's duties when they were behind the cameras. It was so easy to get in the flow with them. They had their own actors' masks. Tyler was good about asking questions that I hadn't thought to answer. Seth was actually pretty handy in the kitchen, especially with a knife. He kept claiming that he wasn't a very great cook, but I didn't think that was the case at all.

We had breakfast by the pool out in the sunshine. I had made more coffee and brought out the orange juice as well. To go with our eggs, I sliced up avocados, fresh tomatoes, and toasted some Italian bread. Tyler destroyed one of the cinnamon roasted bananas before I even got to the table.

“I could eat this every day,” he moaned over another one.

“Stop making those noises while shoving something so phallic in your mouth,” Seth exclaimed as he made a little face at his friend. Tyler made one back, shoving half into his mouth at once. I giggled to myself at their display as I dashed hot sauce over my eggs.

“Thank you for breakfast,” Tyler mumbled, grinning a little, his mouth still full.

“Well, you both certainly helped, and we’re all going to get paid a lot of money to do it. So… you’re welcome!” I laughed. He chuckled as well.

“You seem to be in a better mood than you were yesterday,” he offered, putting salt on his tomatoes. “You seemed a little down.”

"I'm just feeling more isolated than I expected. I'm in a new place, doing new things, and I love it. But I miss my friends. And so much has happened lately that is overwhelming. My husband worked a lot, too. He traveled overseas and spent a lot of time in Europe. But I could run to a whole host of people who would happily invite me over to drink and play games. Party. I don't know anyone here. I kind of panicked the other day when it hit me."

“Yeah, you do,” Seth countered. “You have friends here.”

“You know us. You can call us anytime,” Tyler smiled. “And Lauren, too.”

I smiled as well. “Yes. You are. You’re right.”

“I understand what you mean, though,” he said, pursing his lips to one side of his mouth for a minute. “Your roommate is like your Seth or Jasper, huh?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “She’s making plans to open an office here in a couple of years. I have no idea when all this is going to happen yet, but I know when she gets here, it’ll help my sanity one hundred thousand percent. I need my live-in therapist apparently.”

“Anytime you wanna come tag along with our videos, you can,” Seth offered happily. “If you just want to get out of the house and have some fun. We both love filming with you.”

“Thank you. I will keep that in mind.”

"We'll send you our shooting schedules from now on, and you can maybe decide in advance what you want to do," he suggested, smiling at me charmingly. "I've got some abandoned places that I'm going to film at soon that I think you'd seriously love."

“Honestly, I’m glad Eddie wanted me to check up on you yesterday-” I turned my head quickly to look at Tyler. His eyes got big. “You did not know that. I should not have said that... I wasn’t supposed to. I’m sorry, I mean, I wanted to take you out to say thank you. It’s just that I wasn’t planning on it yet. But it worked out for the best, I think because the video last night was great and-”

“Dude, you sound like Eddie when you’re nervous,” Seth snorted. “He can’t control his mouth either.”

“Shut up,” he murmured under his breath. “I don’t want to get him in trouble.”

“Why would that get him in trouble?” I asked carefully.

“Because he said you weren’t too happy about the idea of needing a babysitter.” I wondered how much of the conversation he actually told his friend. I gave a little sigh as I tilted my head to the side. “Are you angry?”

"No. I had a great time yesterday, and I'm glad that it happened. I do wish that I didn't need someone to keep me company, but that's a ‘me' issue, not his. But I know it's because he cares. Thank you for being a good friend to him. It made him feel better," I replied, giving him a little smile.

Tyler reached over and pulled me into a surprising hug. He patted my back gently. “I had a great time, too. You don’t need a babysitter, you need a friend. We all need friends.”

“I’m sorry. I must seem insane for whining about anything.” I rolled my eyes at myself, shaking my head. “I probably seem like I have this perfect life now where I have everything.”

“Nah,” Seth answered, shaking his head. He was talking with his hands, a piece of toast in between his fingers. “I mean, if people were just looking at the Buzzfeed articles, they might think that. I don’t know what all you went through before I met you, but I know it was no cakewalk. You’re one of the strongest, toughest ladies that I’ve ever met. I think a lot of your walls have started to come down, though.”

“But that’s not a bad thing,” Tyler added quickly.

“No, not at all. Walls have to get torn down so that new things can be built. It’s just the deconstruction process is usually really messy,” he answered wisely. “Yours has got to be crazy chaotic. I can’t honestly imagine thinking your entire life, ‘I’ve gotta be super hard because no one gives a fuck about me’ and then finding out that not only you were wanted by a father that appears by all accounts like the perfect dad, but the people who didn’t care… just fucking hid you out of… what, racism? Spite?” He stabbed the corner of his toast in this poached egg. “Assholes.”

“Seth,” Tyler whispered, looking down at the table with huge eyes.

I swiftly shook my head, blushing a little. "No, it's fine. He's exactly right. I was hidden away, and I worked my ass off to please a grandmother who was bitter and angry. It was only out of some obligation that she kept me. Most of the extra things that I did as a child were because of my best friend's mom. Because she loved me more. She sponsored my gymnastics, my dance. She'd buy me clothes and give them to me every time that I would visit because my grandmother bought me so few new ones," I overshared some of my life story with them. "I've never been away from Alice this long. It helped to see her in Washington. Eddie was so great about that.”

Both of our friends smiled. “He would do anything to make you happy,” Seth said, grinning at me a little more before it turned into a smirk. “Man, I wanted to ask for your number so bad when I first met you. Dude literally growled at me,” he laughed.

“You did not,” I laughed awkwardly, surprised by his admission.

His face scrunched up. "Uh, yeah? You make me feel tall, and our kids would probably have the nicest tan," he joked. I snorted, looking away from him. "Nah. It's cool, though. It probably would hurt my ego to date someone who knew more about serial killers than me."

“Who are you complimenting or insulting there?” Tyler asked, raising his eyebrow before shaking his head. He took another bite of bananas. “I’m glad that I know how to make these,” he mumbled to himself.

Seth rolled his eyes, taking another pile of hash browns for his plates. “It’s complimenting her, insulting me. I have so much to learn. She’s like… the master. By the way, are you ready to get serious about that? Eddie says it’s a go once Jasper gets here because he wants nothing to do with it.”

I snorted again. Gently, I rubbed my hand over my forehead. “I don’t blame him. Yeah, are we going to do something dedicated to killers? Are we really going to do Serial killer storytime?”

“Yeah, it’s a start at least. See if they like it and branch out. How many episodes should we do? We can film them all in the same day and maybe do one a week?” He offered up, reaching for the ketchup. He shrugs. “We can see how it goes.”

"How are we going to do it? One killer per episode?"

Seth pursed his lips as he thought about it. “Mm, yeah. Let's be focused. We want it to be tight. Probably fifteen to thirty minutes per episode, but we’ll worry about that part in editing. That’s our job. You just talk all you want.”

“You’ll get plenty of stuff for bonus content if they like it,” Tyler replied as he poured ketchup on his eggs.

“How are we going to do the research?” I asked next, taking a bite of the potatoes. This was the part I was good at.

Holding a finger up, he chewed before answering. “You could do one, I could do one. Split it up. Alternate,” Seth murmured as he wiped his mouth.

“Okay,” I replied thoughtfully. “We probably don’t want to film a ton to start. How many episodes do you think we could film in a single day?”

“Uh… five or six,” Tyler offered up. “Spend about an hour or so on each.” He was the best at the technical stuff between us.

"So, go with six. I do three, you do three. Do you have any idea on who you'd like to cover? Are we doing strictly serial killers, or are we going over murderers in general?" I pulled out my phone so that I could write some quick notes in our file.

“I hate how weirdly specific it can get,” he muttered under his breath, looking over at Seth. “I’m glad Jasper’s coming, too. It means I can do less of that shit too. I mean, I don’t hate it as much as the boss does, but like, y’all are oddly giddy.”

He ignored him. “We’ll stick with the serial killer theme, then branch out from there. I’ve got plans if this goes well. Stuff we can do together. If you wanna keep sharing your crime knowledge with me, anyway.”

I smiled widely. "For sure. Alright, we'll look at a list later, and you and I will make our picks on who we want to research."
Seth fist-bumped me, obviously very pleased. Then he shoved an entire poached egg in his mouth on the corner of a piece of toast. I giggled as he made a mess.

“I don’t think that I could really write a script for that, I’d go off it too much. So, I think I’ll make, like, bullet point note lists with things that I want to cover about each of them. I’ll share them with you before the episode, that way you can see if I need to add or take anything out.”

“Perfect,” he mumbled through his food. His lips were stained yellow.

We had made the broth, butter, and mashed potatoes when I got a phone call from Edward. Tyler was at the sink washing dishes while Seth was changing out SD cards and batteries in the cameras.

“Hello, my love,” he said too brightly into the phone right away. “Guess what?”

“What?” I asked in a laugh. I was expecting him to say that he either found a new video game to play while bored in his trailer or that he tried a new food truck with Sarah for lunch that he wanted me to try as well. Maybe he got offered another role.

“The set caught fire today!”

"What?!" I shouted, confused by his cheerfulness.

“Remember the electrical problems yesterday? It was causing shorts. Turns out it was the air conditioners.”

“Oh, no! Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “But there was smoke fucking everywhere. So, guess what the good news is?”

I shook my head a little to myself. “What’s that?”

"I get at least two unexpected days off while they get that fixed. Filming has halted for today, and that's the earliest that they'll have it fixed by. Blew a bunch of wiring on the set. So, still cooking?"

“Yup,” I grinned widely to myself, leaning against the island as I bit my bottom lip.

“Oh, may I join you?”

“Mm, you absolutely may.”

"Good. I'm fucking starving," Edward chuckled again, obviously in an excellent mood. "I'll be home in a tick. I love you."

It felt like my whole face just lit up, just thinking about how excited he was to come home to me. “I love you, too,” I said before we hung up, smiling at my phone.

“Playtime is over. Sounds like the boss is crashing this party,” Seth smirked to his buddy as he looked over his shoulder.

“Nah, it’s fine. He knows how to get down,” Tyler smirked back, starting the dishwasher before drying his hands to help with the set up again. The machine was so quiet that you could barely hear it. He turned to me and smiled, patting me on the shoulder. “What’s next, boss?”

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