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6/9/2019

Episode Fifty-Five: Maccas

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Episode Fifty-Five: Maccas

I enjoyed my alone time. I took a nice long bath with a glass of wine, washing my hair and putting on a face and hair mask. I listened to music and texted Alice about my trip so far. She was hungry for details. I sent her several pictures of Edward and Jasper in their wetsuits the day before just to tease her.

“This is them, unedited, just from my phone,” I typed after I sent her the photos on my cell in the bathtub. “Now imagine those bodies in person, wet and panting.”

“Holy fuck me sideways,” she replied back. “Are you sure you're ready for this?”

“Yassss.” I smiled at my screen.

“lol, that good?”

“The sex is fucking crazy. He might actually be better than Edward at a couple of things, which I don’t know how that’s even possible.”

“Details, pls.”

“lol No. Not over text.”

“You're going to be gone for so long though!”

I sighed heavily as I thought about what I needed to tell her. I hadn't talked to her about moving because I wanted to do it in person, but things had been changing in my plans. She needed to know.

“I've decided to move in with Eddie probably around the first of April. We have some things to talk about.”

“Oh, wow. That's big news. So, what? You're moving to California with your two new boyfriends to live in the sun and be a sex goddess?”

That was the best way she could respond. “Dreams really do come true.”

“That's so great. I'm going to miss you so much. We haven't ever been apart like that before.”

"I'll be coming to visit lots. I'm still going to do my trips for CFA, and you can come to California. It's so cheap to fly out here. And you can stay with us, I'm sure. I'll cook for you and spoil you."

“What about Jasper? Is he coming to LA with you?” We had talked about Edward wanting him to come some.

“Idk. We're trying to convince him to join us. He's his Al. Edward needs him. I hope he comes. I'd convince you to come to LA if I could,” I told her truthfully. "You'll like him too, btw. He's the sweetest, and he's dirty like us. Funny, too."

“Just my type. Maybe I could open a branch in California in a few years. We've both been in NYC too long.”

“Yes! Let me get established there and then when you want to open it I'll help you set up again. But this time we'll know what we're doing. You could put Kebi and Sven in charge of the NYC office. Give Nicole Kebi's job. She's been wanting in the office for a while. Maybe by 2021?”

“Sounds perfect. We'll need to raise some funds.” I could tell she was already starting to plan things out.

“We'll figure it out,” I promised her.

“Well, that makes me feel a little better. I'm still going to miss you until then though,” her reply was so quick.

“I'm going to miss you, too. It's not like we're going to actually talk any less. It'll just be over text now. It'll be fine. I promise.”

“I guess. I'm happy for you though. So, what are you doing right now?”

“Jasper and Edward went out to talk. So, I'm doing some self-care. Sheet mask, hair cream, sugar scrub. Just did my nails. I'm about to have some more cheap ass sweet Australian wine and smoke weed on the beach while listening to a podcast and working on all the pictures I've taken so far. And then they're bringing me Mcdonald's because I'm #Mcspoiled.”

“Omg, nicccceee. I'm going to go with you to Australia sometime. It sounds like a dream.”

“Yasss.”

“We have so much planning to do.”

“It's okay, you like to research.”

“So do you,” she replied.

“Yup.” I smiled at the phone.

All the pictures I had taken over the past few days were beautiful. Then I came the ones that Edward had taken of Jasper and me together. Some of them were extraordinarily sexy, but others were zoomed in close to our faces, our expressions sweet as we looked at each other. There was a picture of him holding my face just before we kissed... it made my insides stir. I edited them up prettily and put them in our shared file for Edward to see later.

After a couple of hours I ran out of new podcasts to listen to so I switched to music. I laid on the couch comfortably, my arms raised above my head. I was too lazy to put on real clothes after my bath, so I simply put on Edward's huge hoodie, a pair of panties, and some socks. I was so comfortable and relaxed that I fell asleep after a while.

A pair of lips pressed against mine and a hand moved in my hair. When I opened my eyes, I saw my boyfriend leaning over me curiously. I smiled slowly, stretching my arms and popping my back.

“Have you been stealing my clothes again?” He teased me gently.

“So comfy,” I replied, stroking his bearded cheek with my sleeve covered hand.

“It looks better on you anyway,” he smirked.

“Where's Jasper?” I asked curiously, slowly sitting up. There was a huge box of Mcdonald's on the table. “Wow! That's not all for me.”

"Of course not. Though you could put a dent in it yourself. Some of it is for Jasper and me. We decided to go to a pub and talk. He's run to the gents," he replied, starting to open the box. "So the burgers aren't too different from the US, so we decided to get the big favorites box. There is a Quarter Pounder, a couple of chickens with cheese, and a Big Mac. And, some nuggets and fries. They do have some pretty unique desserts though so I might have gone overboard."

“How unusual,” I teased him. “What did you get?”

“Let's see... They have macarons, chocolate cake. A couple of cheesecakes. This caramel pudding stuff,” he pulled stuff out as he spoke. “And, this Cadbury Mcflurry.”

“Oo, mine,” I reached for it excited. He passed it to me.

“The milkshake machine was down though. Sorry.”

"No, this is better," I replied through a bite. "I love Cadbury eggs so much," I mumbled. I offered him a bite, and he nodded his head in approval after his taste. "I'm going to have to buy so much junk food and candy from here for Alice."

"Whenever you decide to go back to New York we can take a private plane, and we can take her some more oil pens to go with it," he offered sincerely.

“This is why she likes you,” I said as I reached for some fries. He chuckled, coming to sit down beside me. “How did it go?”

“Mm,” he hummed and scrunched up his face a little. “I wish I could convince him to come with us when we leave,” he whispered to me.

“Baby, it's like a week away. He can't up and move like that,” I replied.

“I know. But... his lease is up in about three months. He's going to talk to his bosses about his replacement. I'm not sure I can arrange it so I can come back here soon, but he does have some days off saved up that he can use before he leaves the station so maybe he can come for a week sometime before.”

“So, we're going to try this long distance?” I asked him. “And in three months he’s going to move to America?”

“Yeah,” he smiled at me a little shyly.

“So, you have a boyfriend now?” I teased him.

“You've got two now.”

“No, I have a gentleman and a pre fiance,” I countered, picking up the Quarter Pounder and began to pick the things off of it that I didn't want.

“If I call you that in public you won't like it any better and he's not a gentleman,” Edward joked.

“Hey,” Jasper laughed as he went to sit on the loveseat, “I know you're talking about me.”

I put a couple of chicken nuggets on my burger with a handful of fries. “My gentlemen sounds so much better than my boyfriends. Neither one of you is a boy. I am not a girl. I am a grown ass woman.”

“I love the things that make you rage,” Edward told me with a smirk. “Pothead,” he pointed at my sandwich as I brought it to my mouth.

I took a big bite and flipped him off with one of my hands holding my burger. Jasper picked up the Big Mac and one of the chicken sandwiches. He took the chicken off its bread, took out the middle piece from the burger, and put the chicken patty on the sandwich.

“You're judging me?” I pointed at him. “Put fries on it, too.”

He scattered a handful on top before putting the top bun on it. Jasper then smashed the hell out of it, so it was nearly flat.

“He's a fucking heathen. And, a pothead, too.” Jasper answered him by taking a bite that was nearly a quarter of the sandwich. “Don't choke on it.”

“That's what he said,” I whispered. Jasper laughed, his hand over his mouth so he wouldn't disgustingly shoot food out. He threw a fry in my direction. I giggled and put it in my mouth. “Thank you for picking up dinner.”

“Of course.” Edward got a chicken nugget and popped it into his mouth. He leaned his head back against the couch, looking up towards the ceiling.

“Tired?”

“Yeah. I think you are, too,” he commented, tugging on the end of the hoodie that rested around my knees since they were pulled up to me. “I know you have to be too,” Edward said to Jasper.

“I feel both tired and wired,” he complained. “It's been an exciting few days.” He smiled a little at us.

“You don't have to get up as early tomorrow at least. We can go to bed after we eat if you want,” I offered them both. “Actually go to sleep.”

“Tony, I'm not keeping you from sleeping am I?” Jasper asked him worriedly.

“No, my brain is. Don't worry about that,” he told him lightly. I pulled the box of joints from my pocket and passed it to him wordlessly. “Oh, thank you,” he replied, taking out one of them out.

“Yeah, you better get hungry. You got us like twenty desserts.”

“We don't have to eat them all at once,” he laughed.

"That sounds less fun than getting really high and trying to eat all of them," I joked. I had eaten about half of my big burger already, but Jasper shoved the last bite into his mouth. "Dude, chew.”

“And he wonders why he gets indigestion,” Edward commented, reaching over to get one of the drinks.

“I have to eat fast for work. You don't get much in the way of a break,” Jasper retorted.

“But you're not at work now. You're going to give yourself stomach problems,” he said quickly.

“I'm fine.”

“Okay. So you're already an old married couple.” I put down my burger and picked up my half melted Mcflurry. I stirred it around before taking a big bite. “You two are going to make my life very interesting, aren't you?”

“In the best way,” Edward promised me. He leaned over and opened his mouth a little in a way to ask for a bite of ice cream. “Thank you,” he mumbled through the bite once I fed it to him with a smirk. “That's really good.”

“Next time you'll have to get you one,” I said, giving him another bite. It was really starting to get melted down. “When we get back to the US I can make us some homemade ones. They have those eggs for Easter.”

“We should make a video of us making our own stupid milkshakes. You know the ones with the cake, candy, cookies, marshmallows, and stuff.” He took a long drag from his joint before taking another sip of his drink. Jasper took the joint from his fingers when he offered it to him, rubbing his fingertips over the top of his hand as he did.

"That's easy enough to do. You should make sure everyone is there for that one so that you don't go into a sugar coma trying to eat it all yourself," I commented. "Question, by the way. Are we going to tell anyone and if so, what?"

“I...” Jasper looked over at Edward. “I think I don't want to tell anyone here yet. I don't think we should go around telling anyone, honestly.”

"Alice already knows. I'm sorry. I probably should have kept it to myself, but I was still drunk when I replied. She won't say anything to anyone though."

“I don't mind if Alice knows. I'm not exactly ready to bring this up to my family yet, but at least they won't question why I want you around,” Edward said as he reached for Jasper's hand on the sofa. He squeezed his fingers gently. “I think it's probably for the best to keep it on a need-to-know basis for now.”

"Sounds good to me. If things go well in the future, I'll probably tell Rose or Demetri, but if he comes to visit us in Burbank, he's going to know right away anyway. He knows about my past, and I can't keep a secret."

“You're going to like Demetri,” he told him with a smirk. “He's wild. He was Bella's dance partner back in the day.”

“He runs a little theater in Brooklyn. He did the LGBTQ fundraiser I told you about,” I commented to Jasper. “You'd do well in New York. They'd love your whole look and accent.”

“Hipster mustache,” Edward teased quietly, taking another sip of his soda.

"Okay, yeah but in Brooklyn? You've met some of my friends. He'd totally fit in. And they'd love his accent. When I first got to New York, I hammed up my accent hard because it got me so much attention."

“That's because it's super cute,” Jasper said with a smirk.

“I love that either of you thinks you've heard the full force of my accent.” I took the joint and took a hit for myself.

“You've done the beauty queen accent for me,” my sweet pre-fiance replied.

"Oh no," I laughed. "No no. Not even close. Wait until you come back to Texas with me. You will see. And you will suffer because it takes me weeks to break out afterward. My grandmother used to think my accent was so funny as a kid so she would make me count to five for everyone. She encouraged the hell out of my accent."

“How is that funny?” Jasper questioned.

I cleared my throat. "One," I began, but it didn't sound like one. It sounded like wh-ha-on. “Two, “ Ta ewww. “Three,” came out as tree. “Four,” sounded like 'fa oar.' But, '"Five," was the worst. Any word with I in it made me sound moronic with my accent. It came out as Fa IVE va, the I sound coming straight out of my nose. I watched as Edward pressed his lips together.

“What was that last one?”

“Five,” I sounded it out thickly again. “Rhymes with high. And pie and sky.” He started to giggle. “Now, imagine that at four or five. High pitched and squeaky.”

“One day I'm going to learn to copy your accent,” Edward told me with a grin. I scrunched up my face, making him laugh. “I love it so much. I don't care how much you hate it. It's bloody adorable. You shouldn't be ashamed of it.”

“Nah.” I shook my head, picking up one of the half-filled containers of fries. “It's, without a doubt, the worst accent to have.”

“Wow, the self-loathing is real,” he commented. I gave him a sharp look. “Yeah, you heard me. Talk to your therapist about it.”

I threw a fry at him limply. It smacked him right in the face. It comically stuck his beard for a moment. He popped it into his mouth.

“I think it sounds very charming. I enjoy it,” Jasper said sweetly. He got up to look at the desserts before picking one out of the pile. He came to sit beside me. I leaned against him, putting my head on his shoulder while he popped open the box holding a fruity cheesecake. “Everyone in the comments likes it, too.”

“I can't even bring myself to look at the comments,” I told them honestly.

“If you can't watch yourself, how do you expect to be able to edit videos?” Edward questioned. Jasper must have told him what I said.

“I don't expect to be in every video. We really need to talk about what I'm going to be doing. Like what things you'd like me to try to handle,” I replied.

“I don't know. Just help me keep coming up with ideas and show up when you want to?” He offered up.

“No.” I shook my head. “You keep spouting how much we could do for your channel. You're going to give him real work when he comes. If you don't give me something more serious to do it's going to make me feel like you're just literally paying me to be your girlfriend.”

“I'm not.”

“Cool. Then tell me what you want to do,” I commented evenly. “Unless you don't think I can handle actual work?”

“Tread carefully, darling,” Jasper commented over my head to Edward as he took a bite of the cheesecake.

“Well, besides helping with ideas and the actual recordings. And pictures... I was thinking that I'd like you to take over selecting the monthly charities that I work with. You're more knowledgeable.”

“Okay, fair enough. And?”

He licked his bottom lip in the way he did when he was thinking about something very hard. He took a hit to buy himself more time.

“I'd like you to make some music for the channel.”

“I've only played for you twice. Are you sure about that?” I asked.

“Alice has sent me videos of you playing.”

“When I was a kid,” I sighed.

He considered his words carefully before he finally said, “she sent me a video of you playing the piano just before New Orleans in the apartment.”

“Oh.” I tried to remember when she recorded me. I couldn’t. “I've been trying to practice so I could play for you and not embarrass myself.”

"She said you wrote the song you were playing. Could you compose music for the channel? If you're willing, we could rent out a proper recording studio."

“I-” I opened my mouth and then closed it. “Seriously?”

"Yeah, of course," Edward smiled at me. "You could write whatever you fancy. Just a wide variety of things that I could pick and choose from, depending on the video. Maybe with different... moods? Does that make sense?"

“Yeah, it does.” I bit my lip. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Alice sent me this video of you when you were... I guess, early twenties? You were doing a violin solo. Poor thing, you looked so nervous. You can see your hands shaking even from a distance. But when you played... it was so beautiful. And you were just gorgeous,” he said to me almost wistfully. Edward smiled a little. “You had short hair.”

“Oh, that was right after I went 'fuck being a ballerina' and almost shaved my head,” I answered with a sigh. “Aiden hated it. Whenever I'd ask how my hair looked he'd make this 'I'm trying to be polite face' and say 'as long as you like it.' I stopped asking if he liked my hair after that.”

“How could he not like it? You looked like some goddamn mythical woodland creature,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Like you should be luring men into the woods and drowning them in ponds for getting too close or something.”

“Nymph,” Jasper commented with a smirk. “Or, perhaps a siren. She can sing, too.” They were trying to make me flustered.

“You're both ridiculous,” I complained quietly, feeling my cheeks heat up a little bit. “You act like I'm something special.”

“Because you are?” Edward told me, tugging my hand out of the sleeve of my hoodie and bringing it to his lips to kiss. I moved my hand over his cheek, tracing the thick hair that had grown there. “I think you'll look lovely however you wish to do your hair.”

“I'll shave all this off. Don't tempt me,” I warned him playfully.

"You'd look like Furiosa from Mad Max." He pushed my hair back away from my forehead. "You'd look very cool. We'd have to get you a hat though so you don't sunburn the top of your head," he played along. I smiled at his joking, leaning forward to capture his mouth in a quick kiss. He was surprised by it, but when I tried to pull away, he brought me back in to extend the moment for as long as he could.

When I pulled away, I leaned back against Jasper, who was done with his cheesecake and was now looking at the box of macarons. He put his arm around me and kissed my temple before offering me the box as well. I picked up the chocolate one and took a tiny bite before offering it to Jasper to take one. "Tell your boyfriend to eat something so we can go to bed."

"He doesn't listen to me," Jasper said, but he was smiling brilliantly.

Edward took another nugget and popped it into his mouth before he picked up the other chicken and cheese sandwich. Jasper pulled out a pink macaroon and took a small bite. He offered me a taste like I had done for him moments before. Carefully I took it, resting my fingers on his as I did.

“If you had asked me at any point before a couple of days ago if I thought I'd be getting hand fed Mcdonald’s macarons in Australia, in a cabin on a private beach, by one of two of my super hot Australian boyfriends right now I would have just straight up laughed. And I would have never imagined it would be while wearing a hoodie as a legitimate dress. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I was going to try to get sexy for you two.”

“You're sexy just like this,” Jasper complimented in my ear. I turned my face slightly to kiss him on the mouth. His lips were sweet with the sugary treats. “Though, if you want to take it off I don't mind.”

“I'm sure you don't.” I straddled his waist and sat on his lap. His hands slipped underneath the hoodie, pushing it up my thighs. “I've only ever been with one man at a time. I've only ever had girlfriends. I'm not entirely sure what to expect.”

“Me either,” he replied, his hands resting on my waist underneath my clothes. “I've not seriously dated in a few years. I've been too stuck on him,” he admitted, looking over at our now shared boyfriend.

“What wasted time. You should have just told me,” Edward complained with a slight sigh.

“I don't know. I think it's worked out for the best.” He brought me in closer to lightly kiss the top my head. I hummed in pleasure, leaning my chin back slightly to give him better access so that he could kiss my lips.

I giggled, “maybe for me. I'm definitely the winner in this situation all around.”

He tugged off the hoodie and dropped it to the floor beside us. I was wearing only panties and socks underneath. Jasper smiled a bit wicked at me as his hands ran up my sides before glancing over at our boyfriend. Edward was chewing his food slowly, a small amused smile on his face.

“I feel a bit like I’ve won the lottery,” Jasper said charmingly. “The man I’ve dreamed about for years and the literal sweetest woman I’ve ever met... they…” he trailed off, unsure of how to finish. Gingerly he ran his thumb over my cheek before pulling me in for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“This. Tonight. For talking to me in the first place. For pushing me to talk to him. For being so open and honest. For being so kind. It’s like you are pure sunshine, dove.”

“And here I thought you said he was the sun,” I mumbled, embarrassedly blushing at his raw sweetness. Every word was warm and soft.

He pushed my hair out of my face so I would look at him fully. “Well, it would make sense that the sun and sunshine go together.”

I couldn’t say anything, I just hugged Jasper tightly. Laying my head on his shoulder, I took in his scent deeply as I pressed my nose into his neck. His fingers slid up my bare back as he held me just as tightly.

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