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​Life has not always been good to Bella Swan. Born mixed race in the deep south, orphaned as a child, and made a widow at a young age, she uses her photography not only as a way to make money but as a way to grow and heal after serious trauma. Luckily she has wonderful friends by her side to help her, too. She’s not unhappy, but she’s barely scraping by. 

Everything changes though when she’s offered a job taking pictures of up and coming Australian actor, Edward Cullen, for a full week. 

Eddie seems almost picture perfect. Kind, handsome, intelligent, rich. But, we are always more than what we appear in a snapshot.

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6/4/2019

Episode Forty-Two: Nawlins

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Episode Forty-two: Nawlins


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My foot couldn't stop bouncing as I waited in the airport for my flight, the side of my thumb raw from chewing. It was probably good they upped my dose of anxiety medication just recently.  It had been nearly a month since I had seen Edward last and the separation was painful and a little hectic for me. I spent that time doing several magazine shoots, so I was actually really busy with work for once. I sold ten pages and a cover for that horrible Botox raisin. Most of the shoots I did were models, and I ended up selling a half dozen pages at least every time.  

When Jessica offered another full spread, I had to decline. When she asked if I had another job, I said yes. It was a little bit of a lie. I did have work planned, though.  

We would be meeting in New Orleans. Neither one of us could sneak away early this time. He would be arriving later than I would be. I was feeling a little nervous about how he would feel about all the things I had planned for us over the short time we were there. We would be staying at the Ritz in the middle of the French Quarter in a nice king sized suite with a panoramic view of the city. It made me feel good that I could do that for us. 

We were both arriving later on a Wednesday and leaving early on the following Monday together, so it wasn't a very long visit. Then the very next day we would be taking a fifteen-hour flight to Sydney with Seth and Tyler in tow. They would be staying for two weeks of the visit, but we weren't to return until the sixth of March. I would stay in Los Angeles for a few days to recover from the flight before going back to New York. We would be spending a full month together, nonstop.  

All the things I was going to take to Australia with me were already at Edward's place, so I only had a small suitcase and my camera bag. The flight was a shorter one, so I only needed a couple of podcasts to keep me entertained. Nothing I did seem to help to calm me down though. I was too excited to sit still.  

When I arrived in New Orleans, it was a balmy seventy-eight-degrees, and it had just rained. The air was extra thick and sticky. No one told Louisiana that winter was a thing that was happening apparently. I got to the hotel and checked in, then cleaned up while I waited for Edward to arrive. His flight was sadly delayed though. I tried to stay awake for him, but I was so tired from my long day. I had worked in the morning already. I fell asleep around midnight, my eyes too heavy to stay open another second longer. 

I felt his lips before I saw his face. I could barely open my eyes at all, but the room was pitch black so it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Edward crawled into the bed with me, spooning me from behind. He had stripped down to his briefs and nothing else. His warm body felt so good against mine. I snuggled deeper into him, pulling his arm around me as tightly as I possibly could. We couldn’t have been any closer to one another. 

“There you are,” I whispered sleepily, reaching my hand behind me to rub his cheek. The hair on his face had gotten so much longer since the last time I had seen him. I scratched my nails through it, letting my fingertips savor the fluffy furriness. “Your beard is so soft now.”

“Enjoy it while you can, love. I got the part I was telling you about earlier today. It starts filming at the end of April,” he whispered into my ear happily. 

“Yay!” I said with as much excitement as my sleepy state would allow. I turned my face to press a kiss to his lips. “My leading man,” I cooed at him as I nuzzled his facial hair with my cheek. “Though they should keep the beard. It's super hot.” I grinned dopily as I kissed along his jaw. 

Edward rubbed his beard against my shoulder, a smile on his lips. I fell asleep with his hand resting on my stomach, holding me possessively. 

When I woke up in the morning, it was storming outside, the rain falling pleasantly on the glass window panes. I kissed Edward awake just after nine, unable to stand it a minute longer. I had no idea what time he got in, but I missed him too much. 

“I want to move in with you,” I told him as soon he opened his eyes.

“What?” He said sleepily, rubbing his face in confusion.

“I want to move in with you, Eddie. If this month goes well,” I told him softly, my fingers trembling. 

“Yeah?” He smiled slowly as he took in what I said in. 

"Yeah." I licked my lips as I considered what I wanted to say. He watched with an arm underneath his head, my hair falling over my shoulder and spilling onto his chest as I hovered over him. "I had all this work, and all I can think about is all the things I want to do with you. Ideas I have for you. And I was thinking about it and realized that I don't really work that much," I laughed nervously. "Once or twice a week? Maybe. I mean, I do work more than that, but the active part of it is only a few hours. I have time to do both. But...  I can promise you that sometimes I will not put your career before mine though." 

Edward's smile was so wide. "No, no. Of course not. You focus on yours, and I'll be over the moon just to live in the same state as you." He rubbed his hand over my cheek. "What made you decide…?"  

I looked away for a second to consider my answer. "There is so much magazine work in Los Angeles. It just makes sense for my career. New York has a lot of photography work, but if I want to continue to work in magazines, it's just a good idea. This is where the people I want to take pictures are going to be." I grinned down at him and traced his jaw. He kissed at my fingers. "Maybe I can do a gallery. Try to do a show," I thought out loud. "And my money is so amazing right now, anyway. My store is doing great. I've got so much saved up right now, so if anything happens between us, I'm not going to be stranded anywhere. This way, Alice can finally rent out her room again. Just everything about it makes sense." 

"I'm so glad you feel this way." He smiled adoringly up at me, brushing my hair behind my ear. "I promise if anything ever happened between us, I would do right by you and I would do my best to make sure you were in no way stranded or in a bad way. I swear to you. Not that we have to worry about that." He brushed his thumb over my lip. "You seem so... relaxed right now. Upbeat even. Not that you aren't normally," he said quickly. "It's just usually when you talk about money things…" he trailed off. I knew what he meant.  

"To be honest, they increased my anxiety medication, and it's been working really great. I started it about two weeks ago now, and I feel just worlds better already. It makes me feel a little hyper, though," I admitted with a giggle.  

“I see that,” he chuckled. “It's cute. You're so perky.”

“So, the beginning of April?” I asked him, running my hand down his smooth chest. He had just a little coppery hair trailing down from his belly button. I rubbed my fingers through it, letting my nails scrape gently along his skin. 

“Yes.” Edward grinned as I began to kiss down his chest lightly. “Yes. Whenever you want, Bells.”

"Perfect." I smiled before leaning down to kiss his belly button. "I was going to suggest going to the zoo today and maybe walking around the French Quarter, but it may be too stormy for that," I told him as I continued to kiss downwards.  

"What shall we do instead?" He pulled me on top of him, his hands on my sides. I straddled his waist, my nightgown raising around my hips as I did. He had been working out again, and he was extremely fit, his abs very defined once more.  

“Well...” I kissed his pecs lightly, looking up at him innocently. “There is the Mardi Gras Museum. Or, an art museum. There is also an aquarium. That's all indoors. The aquarium and the zoo have a paddle boat ride between them on the Mississippi, so I thought we could do that together though.”

“And the parade is on Saturday,” he said as he watched me hungrily, his tongue tracing over his teeth as his fingers moved up my arms lightly. 

"Saturday at seven, so we'd probably want to actually be there around six. We can walk there from the hotel." I continued to explain as I kissed down his sternum. I let my tongue drag down an inch or so. "So, we can do something earlier in the day, but we should get up earlier if we want to do that Saturday." 

“Mm, we'll have to check the weather,” he mused distractedly as I kissed further and further down. I tugged his underwear down. His head leaned back, Edward had his lip between his teeth as his eyes slowly shut.

"I'd like to go to the big cemetery to take pictures if that's okay." I began to massage him as I chatted like it was nothing, kissing along his hip slowly. "It would be fun to take pictures in the rain there, but I don't want to get struck by lightning." 

He chuckled, his grin making his cheeks full. "I love that you think I can hear anything you say with my dick in your hand." 

“I didn't realize that handjobs affect hearing,” I teased him with a happy giggle in my voice. “How about blowjobs?” I asked before I leaned down to take him into my mouth. Edward moaned softly, resting his hand on the back of my head gently. 

“What? Did you say something?” He joked breathlessly. I pulled my face away and laughed, laying my cheek on his bony hip. “Oh, no. Don't stop,” he complained with a little laugh of his own. 

“I'm sorry. Did you say something?” I teased him. 

“Please,” he whined playfully, pouting out his bottom lip some. 

“Please, what?” I wrapped my fingers around him again, massaging him slowly as I looked up at him as seductively as I could. 

“Please don't stop,” he said a little more seriously, his eyes focusing on my mouth as I brought my lip between my teeth.

"Tell me what you want," I told him firmly, holding his gaze as I continued to jerk him off at a slow, steady pace. He was wiggling in place a little, his hips moving in time with my hand. His breathing was starting to catch in his throat.  

“Fuck," he said under his breath, his head tilting back slowly against the pillow. "I want you to suck on me." I leaned down so I could nibble on his hip, sucking on the spot tenderly. He let out a short little laugh, making me smile against his skin. "Fuck. You're such a tease. Please suck on my cock, Bella." 

I smiled evilly before taking him into my mouth. I playfully bobbed my head up and down on him, enjoying the sensation of him going down my throat. I practically gagged on him as he hit the back, but I didn't even slow down. Edward thrust his hips up involuntarily. With one hand holding him tightly, I sucked upwards and teased his head with my tongue with little light circles around the tip. He sucked in a deep breath and moaned quietly, his fingers gripping my hair tighter.  

“I'm going to cum,” he warned in a groan. I didn't slow down, swallowing him down as he did. “Holy fuck,” he whimpered breathlessly. His back arched a little, his hips moving in time with my mouth until he spilled into it completely.

“Did you miss me?” I asked cheerfully when I pulled away. There was definitely cum on my face. I didn’t care.  

“Every second of every day.” He tugged me upwards, kissing my mouth forcefully. Edward rolled me over until he was hovering over me, tasting himself on my lips. “What a wonderful way to wake up. Thank you,” he said happily as he kissed down my chin. 

"You're so polite." I grinned at him, almost feeling euphoric.  

“Not too polite,” he said as he tugged off my panties quickly with both hands, making me giggle as he did. Edward rested on his knees in front of me, tossing the panties over his shoulder as he did. I laughed, just giddy to be around him again. “Tell me what you want.” He was trying to be more commanding but just still seemed too pleased with himself.

"I want you to fuck me with your fingers." I rested on my elbows so I could look at him. There was no stuttering for me. I knew what I wanted. I spread my legs slightly, inviting him to come in.  

 He slid his hand between my legs as I spread them slightly to give him better access. While still on my elbows, I held his gaze. “Mm, harder.”

Edward pushed his fingers inside forcefully, curling them. I moaned, falling back against the pillows. “Touch yourself,” his voice was deep and quiet.

I pulled my nightgown up a little and slid my hand over my stomach to my clit. I watched him as he fucked me, my fingers in my own hair. Rubbing in a tight little circle around the sensitive nerves, I drew my leg up so we could both have better access. His pace grew faster, harder, in time with my own fondling. I cried out at the force of my own climax, pushing my feet hard into the mattress as I bucked away from his hands. 

He laid beside me, sliding his arm underneath my neck so he could snuggle me completely. With the softest of touches, he brushed his fingers over my lips. Edward was smiling slightly, blissfully content. Thunder cracked outside loudly, making the building around us shake. 

“Oh, my. Maybe we should stay in today.”

I kissed his fingers. “I'll check the weather. Maybe we can go out tonight.”

“Sounds perfect.” He held my chin and kissed me soundly. 

I pulled myself from his grip with a playful smile. I pranced off to the bathroom then grabbed my phone, so I could lie back down beside him. Edward laid outstretched and relaxed, a smile on his still sleepy face. When I resettled beside him, he rested his head on my stomach.  

“It looks like it's going to rain for the next five hours pretty solid, then it tapers off around three. It's clear for the rest of the trip. Oh, wow. And high seventies.” I played with his hair mindlessly. “So… Go to Bourbon Street tonight?”

“Mm, yes,” he hummed. 

“Dinner first?”

His eyes began to slide shut as he got more comfortable. “What do you have in mind?”

"There is a nicer place I was thinking about. Cajun. Steaks, seafood, pasta. They have marinated crab claws-" I was interrupted by my own stomach making a long growling sound with a pop at the end. I wanted to ignore it, and the little cramp that came with it made it hard.  

“Someone is hungry,” he chuckled. 

“It's a little upset, to be honest. It's probably because I haven't eaten anything since before my flight yesterday,” I commented quietly.

“Oh, no. My poor baby,” he said, kissing my stomach lightly before lifting up. “Let's go get you some food.”

We went down to the hotel's restaurant to order breakfast. There was a little store next to the hotel, so we ran inside to get me some medicine which helped to settle my stomach completely. I took it with my birth control and anti-anxiety medication with a big bottle of water. We decided to go back to our room for a nap since he didn't get in until very late. He had only a few hours of sleep. 

I had brought clothes just for our time on Bourbon Street. A cute tight faux leather knee length pencil skirt with a creamed colored low cut, low backed, halter top made of satin. I wore my hair in a ponytail and thick black choker around my neck. For the first time in months, I put on heels again since my toes were feeling normal. I put on a black cardigan sweater to keep from getting too cold.  

“I need to tell you,” Edward whispered in my ear as we rode the elevator down, “that your ass is exceptionally stunning in this skirt.”

I glanced at the person who was on the elevator too, who had music playing in their headphones. It was a young man, bopping his head back and forth to the song as he looked straight ahead. Edward slid his hand from the small of my back to my ass, squeezing a large handful tightly. I held in a squeak, simply grinning wildly.  

When the check came at dinner, Edward reached for it, but I took it away from him and put my debit card inside. I gave it to the waitress before he could even think to argue.  

“This is my trip to pay for.”

“Okay.” He took my hand in his and brought it up to his lips to kiss my fingers, his thumb rubbing along my palm. “Thank you.”

I brought my camera along in my purse, so I snapped pictures as we walked to Bourbon street, not more than a couple of blocks from our restaurant. The neon light reflections in the water puddles were so beautiful, glistening pinks, purples and blues making the streets glow with so much color.  

We made our first stop to a jazz bar, a band playing loudly upstairs. People were hanging around the metal railing, laughing and talking. Edward seemed so big in the cramped space. 

"I'm going to run to the gents," he said in my ear so I could actually hear him over the music when we first walked in from outside. The air inside was dense due to the lack of breeze. His breath made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as his fingers dragged over the curve of my ass.  

“I'll be at the bar,” I told him in a breathy whisper as a shiver went down my spine. He nodded then looked for the bathroom sign. I pointed him in the right direction before going to find a stool at the bar. 
It wasn't very busy, a few people scattered about. Most people were upstairs to listen to the band. It wasn't a weekend, and I imagined the rain kept some of the party people away.  

“Hi there, pretty lady,” a broad, bald, bearded biker type bartender with a black tee shirt and jeans said pleasantly as I sat down. “May I see your ID?”

“Yeah. Ugh, but aren't I getting too old for that?” I asked jokingly as I pulled my ID card from my purse. I gave it over without argument. 

“Well, I'd guess you're in your mid-twenties, so no,” he replied, looking for the date on the card. He brought it up closer to his eyes, not use to the New York IDs. He made a slightly surprised face when he read the age.  

“You're so full of it.” I took my card back and smirked. 

“Nah. You look very young. Downright baby faced, honey. So, can I get you anything to drink?” He offered. 

“I don't suppose you have a drink menu?” I asked curiously. He grabbed a little black book from the end of the bar and set it in front of me. 

"Whatcha lookin' for, darlin'?" He asked, pleasantly and very loudly.  

“I'd like to try something different. Though I'm kind of tempted to just have a Crown,” I mused as I flipped through the book, my foot tapping with the beat of the band above us. 

“Always a classic. How do you like it? On the rocks or neat?”

“Neat, just like when I used to steal it out of my best friend’s Mama's liquor cabinet,” I joked. “She'd get liquor all the time whenever she went to the casinos on the weekends. She'd go to Oklahoma or Louisiana every other weekend or so.”

“Texas?” He asked as he poured a shot of Crown Royal in a glass and slid it onto the bar for me. “On the house for carding you.”

"Oh, thanks," I laughed, still flipping through the book. "Um, yeah. She's in Houston still. I'm in Queens right now, but I'm moving to LA in a couple of months." 

“Ever been to New Orleans before?” The bartender asked conversationally. 

I drank a tiny sip. It burned my lips in a pleasant way that I liked way too much. I took a bigger sip so it could hit the back of my throat with heat. “Oh, yeah. A whole bunch but it's been a while. Years, actually.” 

“You here for work or Mardi Gras?” He asked as he washed dishes in front of me in the little sink behind the bar. No one else needed his attention. I took another draw, swallowing quickly as the sweet aftertaste lingered.

“Just a little vacation,” I finished my glass, resting it back down on the bar top on the perfect square white paper napkin. 

Edward leaned his lips close to my ear, but I could smell his cologne before I felt him. His beard tickled my skin, brushing against my earlobe a moment before his lips touched me. "Excuse me,  beautiful. May I buy you a drink?" 

"Yes, please." I continued to look forward, but I grinned.  

"Hey, man. ID?" The bartender asked Edward. He took it out of his suit jacket pocket and handed it over without a word. "What do you want?" He asked briskly as he handed it back.  

“Double of the Johnnie Walker on the rocks, please,” Edward sat on the stool beside me. 

“Red, Black, or Blue?” The bartender questioned. 

“Blue,” he answered back swiftly. 

“May I have your credit card to start your tab?” He said before pointing at me. “You want another, honey?”

“Yeah, make it a double though,” I pushed my glass towards the back of the bar. The liquor was already starting to make me feel warm in the pit of my stomach. 

“Put all of her drinks on my tab, please.” Edward took my hand underneath my bar and gave it a little squeeze. My hand felt so tiny in his. “What are you drinking, love?”

“Crown Royal neat,” the bartender answered, filling my glass again before giving Edward his own. 

“You better pace yourself, little one,” he warned me with a little smirk on his handsome face. We had already shared a bottle of wine over our long dinner. 

“I'll have water after this,” I promised, leaning into him. “What would you like to do after our drinks? We could go upstairs and listen to music. Walk around the Quarter some more. Or, we could go dancing,” I offered, dragging my high heeled foot over his calf. 

Edward leaned his lips close to my ear, his hand rubbing my thigh gently. “How is your foot?”

“It's okay,” I answered. “It seems back to normal finally.”

“You look so sexy in high heels,” he commented, his hungry eyes looking over me. “Are those the ones from my birthday?”

“Yup.” I rubbed my foot along his calf to his ankle. “So are the stockings. The white ones. But you haven't seen what's underneath yet.”

Edward took a sip of his expensive whiskey to hide his horny little smile that was obviously spreading over his face. I took the crystal tumbler from his grip carefully and took a small sip to try the amber liquid. "Excuse you," he chuckled happily. I playfully licked my lip and smiled ruefully. "What do you think?" 

“It's not bad.” I handed it back to him. 

He leaned in and quickly kissed me on the mouth. 

“It tastes better on your lips,” he whispered to me when he pulled away.

“Mm, has that line ever worked for you before?” I teased him. He chuckled again, taking another sip. “You are so beautiful,” I said softly, feeling a little in awe of him. “I love your smile so much.”

“Isn't that supposed to be my line?” He offered me shyly. 

"But don't you like it, too?" I asked in a sweet tone, thickening my accent some. I knew it worked for him.  

“Yeah, I do,” he admitted softly. Edward leaned in so could speak into my ear again, “I want to take you dancing.”

I finished my drink and ordered a bottle of water before we made our way to a club not too far down the street. We danced for a couple of hours with drinks mixed in between songs. We went to another bar afterward so we could sit and listen to the band. 
It was just after five in the morning when we went walking through Jackson's Square and by the big beautiful white cathedral, along the thin Pirate Alley. We walked to where the Mississippi delta emptied into the Gulf of Mexico, enjoying the Riverwalk with relatively few people around, except for a jogger here or there. We held hands as we talked, and I would stop to occasionally take a picture. We watched the sunrise before going to get some beignets for breakfast.  

It was eight in the morning by the time we returned to the hotel. Needless to say, all our plans were out the window for the next day. We ordered a glorious sushi dinner to eat on the balcony that overlooked the French Quarter and the beautiful tropical plant decorated courtyard that evening. 

Edward didn't argue once with me about me paying. It was a perfect long weekend, despite my stupid aching stomach. 


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