Thursday, July 9, 2009

15 Step - Chapter Five - The Lovecats

This might be chapter five but this is STILL my first attempt at writing fan fiction, so go on easy on me, okay? At least use a little verbal lube before you tear into me.

For the newbies this is the fifth chapter. If you want to start, go here.

15 Step is going to be posted chapter by chapter. I don't intend on it being too long but... we'll see. This story is Bella's POV. Everyone is a human. I did attempt to keep a decent amount of the original stories in this tale.

Disclaimers - The characters, naturally, are Stephenie Meyer's and I've just warped 'em a little to suit our, er, "needs." The titles of the chapters and anything in italics do not belong to me, either. The titles are actually song titles and the italicized bits are pieces of lyrics that I've pulled from songs.

And, this goes without saying, these stories are intended for mature, adult readers. Well, adult, at least. Eighteen and over only.

And thank you everyone for being so patient.

And, as always, thank STY, you dahling you. I'm going to miss you dreadfully when I'm in New Hampshire this weekend.

CHAPTER FIVE – The Lovecats

The minutes crept by reluctantly, grudgingly turning to hours; I was sure I would go mad before midnight. I am a patient boy/I wait, I wait, I wait/ my time is water down a drain… Never before had three hours passed so slowly. I paced. I organized the books on my tiny bookshelf. I even did some homework – anything to not think about what I was about to do. I glanced at the clock on my computer, listening to Charlie bang around downstairs. Eight o’clock. Eight forty two. Nine fifteen. Ten forty five.

The faucet in the kitchen creaked arthritically as Charlie prepared to turn in and filled a glass of water for his night table. His footsteps thudded heavily as he trudged up the stairs, tiredly. The thumping stopped when he reached the top, followed by silence; I imagined him standing at the landing, his head cocked, unsure of whether he should check on me or just head to his own bedroom. His footfalls resumed and there was a gentle knock at my door.

“Bells?” My thin bedroom door did little to muffle his gruff, quiet voice.

Who else would it be? “Yeah, Charlie?” I called back, faking a tired voice. I stood in the center of my room, eyes wide and awake, body taut as anticipation began to grow inside.

“…you okay?”

My shoulders slumped as a little twinge of something struck me - it felt suspiciously like guilt. Charlie was asking me if I was okay as I was planning on sneaking out of his house. I was such a jerk.

“I’m fine, Charlie,” I called back, wincing.

“Good night, then, Bella.”

“’Night, Charlie.” I held my breath as he walked away and wondered why it was so impossible for me to behave myself. The contrition grew and I worried a ragged cuticle, transfixed by the numbers on my alarm clock that reprovingly ticked away the time until the appointed hour finally arrived.

The guilt did not weigh heavily enough on my conscience to keep me from sneaking out. It was more like an annoying mosquito, buzzing disapprovingly in my ear and easy enough to ignore. I stuffed my house keys, iPod and wallet into my backpack and crept down the narrow, tiny hall. The house was eerily silent; only Charlie’s grumbling snores shattered the calm. Carefully, slowly, I tested the first step with my socked foot, gently easing my weight onto it and hoping fervently it wouldn’t creak. My boots dangled dangerously in my right hand as I slunk down the stairs like a thief, Charlie’s snores resounding above me.

The front door groaned slightly as I eased it open and I froze, cocking my head to listen. Silence. Smiling to myself, I shut the front door, stepped into my boots and jogged down the yard to the road. Wake your mind up/ And push your body to the door/And step off on to the porch/And into the street/And the night will have its way with you…

Sneaking out was strangely exhilarating; the anticipation and adrenaline coursed under my skin as I tugged my hood over my hair and picked my way through the darkened streets to the meeting place. Somewhere deep inside me, amidst all the chaotic, excited thoughts racing through my brain, the good Bella of my conscience was shouting at me to get back inside, but her voice was drowned out by bad Bella, who was gleefully egging me on.

The air was chilly and unyielding; there was a dampness that clung, dank and icy, to my skin, creeping under my clothes. I shivered in my coat, hugging my arms against my chest as I waited in the appointed spot for Edward to arrive. I didn’t have to wait long before the Volvo rolled soundlessly down the main road, appearing like a ghost as it sidled up beside me. No interior light came on when I opened the door but I could make out Edward’s lean figure in the driver’s seat, inky black against the darkness itself.

“Tsk, tsk, Miss Swan,” he teased as I climbed into the car. I rolled my eyes and made a rude noise.

“I thought you were supposed to be keeping me out of trouble, not getting me into more,” I shot back, shoving my hood from my head and reaching back for the seat belt.

“You’re only allowed to get in trouble when you’re with me.” Edward made a u-turn and headed for the highway. I gulped nervously, his words making me fidget with excited nervousness.

“Well,” I said lightly, pulling my hair away from my neck, freeing it from the confines of my jacket, “As long as I can still get into trouble every once in awhile. You know, I’d feel weird if I didn’t.”

Edward turned to me but I couldn’t see his expression. “We’ll have plenty of time for trouble, don’t you worry,” he replied wryly, his voice husky.

That certainly sounded promising to me. I licked my lips and squinted out the window, the forest a murky dark blur as we sped down the highway.

“Where are we going, anyway?” I asked Edward.

“Top secret,” he replied.

“You are so difficult,” I groused good naturedly.

“And you’re so nosy,” he answered. “You have to know everything, be on top of everything.”

I shrugged. “What can I say? I don’t like surprises.”

“You don’t like not being in control.”

I thought about that for a minute, furrowing my brow. “That’s not true. I just want to know what’s going on. At all times.”

“That’s called needing to be in control,” Edward laughed. “And just for that I’m definitely not telling you where I’m taking you.”

“Fine,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest in mock annoyance. Edward chuckled and leaned forward, twirling the stereo dials.

“Did you bring your iPod?” he asked suddenly.

“Of course.”

“I don’t even know why I asked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without it.” I felt the pressure of the car speeding up as the road opened up and glanced at the speedometer, impressed that we were going ninety miles an hour and the car hadn’t imploded. My old Chevy barely pushed fifty.

“I feel weird without it,” I admitted a little sheepishly as I dug around my backpack and pulled it out. The headphones were a gnarled knotted mess; I yanked them from the device and tossed them carelessly back into my backpack.

“Well, plug it in.” He gestured to the dash board. “I want to know what you’ve been listening to.”

“Okay,” I sighed as I stuck the iPod onto the car adapter. Its face blipped comfortingly to life. “Any requests?”

“What do you have?”

“Edward,” I answered in a superior tone. “I have just about anything you could ever ask for.”

“You can say that again.” Edward looked at me pointedly, the rare streetlight illuminating his angular face briefly and I blushed when I realized he wasn’t talking about music.

“Rock, Country, Punk, Classical,” I rattled off a few genres, ignoring his innuendo.

“Rock,” he replied. “Surprise me.”

I scrolled through the list of artists before choosing one I was sure he had never heard of before. Eclectic sounding beats filled the car, grating jarringly in step with the wail of guitars and other various sounds: typewriters, xylophones, and telephones.

Hey hey hey
when the sky was grey
and the water fell on top of us to wash us away

hey hey hey
dirty clouds are rough
and they're banging back and forth throwing lightning at us

hey hey hey
if you wanna get struck
throw the metal in the water and come dancing with us...

“What the hell is this?” Edward wrinkled his nose in obvious distaste.

“It’s called noise rock.” I laughed loudly at his expression. “Just give it a chance, will you? Or,” I raised an eyebrow in challenge, “you can tell me where you’re taking me and I’ll change it.”

“No deal,” Edward said sharply, though his lips curved into a smile that made my insides quiver. “I’ll just have to endure it.”

Edward exited from the highway onto a road that was twisting upwards into the mountains and I took pity on him and changed the music to something mellower. Eventually he turned down another road, this one barely paved, and the Volvo rolled expertly over the uneven ground.

I felt a little apprehensive as we drove deeper into the woods. “Um, I think you should tell me where we’re going now,” I said. “Because the whole woods thing is kind of turning creepy.”

“Bella, don’t be ridiculous. What, do you think I’m going to murder you and bury your body in the woods or something?” Edward sounded exasperated.


He groaned. “Well, I’m not. A little trust, please.” Edward frowned at me as he slowly pulled over and turned the car off. He pulled the key from the ignition and unbuckled his seat belt, twisting to pull something from the back seat but he stopped midway as he neared me. I could see his eyes in the moonlight. And he looked hungry.

“I don’t think I mentioned this before but you’re a very good kisser,” he murmured, leaning toward me.

“You sound surprised,” I replied breathlessly. He chuckled, nuzzling my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I shivered deliciously.

He followed my neck to my jaw, giving me small kisses as his lips trailed up my cheek, then to my lips.

It was all I could do not to wrap my arms around him but we were in the most awkward position possible. Not that it stopped me from returning his kisses gratefully.

He growled a little as I slipped my tongue into his mouth, pressing against his lips with mine. Then, he pulled away.

“Let’s move somewhere more comfortable, shall we?” he asked. I glanced into the backseat.

“That’s not what I meant!” Edward exclaimed, apparently offended when he realized what I was thinking. “Just up that path about thirty feet is the most beautiful cliff, with an exquisite view of the forest.”

“It’s pitch black, Edward.”

“Not up there it isn’t. It’s supposed to be a clear night.” He stretched his arm out and pulled out a lantern. “Plus we have this.”

“Aren’t there wild animals out there? You know, like bears and mountain lions and shit that could fucking kill us?”

“Bella,” Edward’s tone became stern, authoritative. “Stop asking questions and just follow me. I’m not going to get you eaten by a bear.”

“I’m going to be pissed if I get mauled or something.”

“Get out of my car.” Edward flicked on the lantern and rolled his eyes. I heaved a sigh and complied.

I balked a little when we came to the trail head and Edward grabbed my hand, tugging me along with him as he held the lantern in front of him, lighting our way. He had a thick blanket thrown over one shoulder and walked confidently, as if he knew the trail by heart.

“This is like a bad after school special,” I panted as I hurried to keep up with him. “You know, where the beautiful boy leads the poor naive teen into the woods for a little heavy petting and the next thing you know it’s all ‘Deliverance this’ and ‘squeal like a pig that’?”

“Bella, shut up,” Edward growled, stopping suddenly to smother any further protests with his lips. “Just enjoy this, for fuck sake, will you?”

“I do enjoy this,” I muttered teasingly against his lips. “Just don’t throw my body in the water, okay? They always look really bloated and gross on TV when they come out of the water.”

“You are such a pain in the ass,” Edward gathered a fistful of my hair, pushing it from my face. “You always have to have the last word.”

“Yup.” I grinned.

He was right about the view. My mouth dropped open as I crept toward the cliff’s edge, looking down onto a wide shimmering lake flanked by trees that spanned out in an endless sea of black, undulating featherlike as the wind teased them under the moonlight. I stared at the wondrous beauty until Edward gently tugged my hand again, pulling me down onto the blanket with him.

“So,” I asked in a joking tone, hoping to dispel the sudden nervousness I felt. “How many other girls have you brought up here?”


I smirked disbelievingly at him. “Oh please.”

“I’m serious.” Edward pulled something from his coat pocket; it was a small flask and he took a nip from it before passing it to me. “This isn’t exactly a first date most girls would want. I generally try to stick to dinner and a movie. That’s what most women would prefer.”

“But you take me out into the woods in the middle of the night?” I wondered, sniffing delicately before taking a sip. Whiskey burned hotly down my throat, warming me.

“I figured you would like this more than a boring old dinner-and-a-movie date.”

“Oh.” I fiddled with an errant twig that found its way onto out blanket. “Well, you’re right.”

Edward looked smug. “I know.”

I shivered in the brisk evening air. “But next time, warn me. I would have dressed better if I’d known we’d be roughing it.”

The grin Edward gave me made my stomach flip flop. He looked down at me, eyes flashing, almost hungrily. “Personally,” he said casually, “I’m glad you didn’t dress appropriately. I guess that means I’ll just have to keep you warm. Oh, and this will help also.” The lantern light glinted off the silver of a flask.

“Edward Cullen,” I murmured, smiling. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Absolutely not. Just warm enough that you won’t care when I take your sweater off.”

I tried not to shiver at his words but failed miserably.

“What on earth makes you think I’m going to take my sweater off?” I said teasingly.

Edward bared his teeth and leaped for me. I gave a small shriek, shocked by his sudden movement as he wrapped his arms around me, pushing me down against the blanket, his body hovering slightly above mine.

“I can think of a few things, Bella.” He moved closer to me and I was frozen, prey caught in the sights of a predator. “Like this, for example.” His hair tickled my forehead as Edward dipped his head to kiss me deeply, his hands entwining my hair.

“That’s a start,” I gasped. “But I don’t think a little kissing is going to get me to take off my sweater in this weather.”

Edward cocked a brow. “Are challenging me, Bella Swan?”

I tried to hide my grin, my lips twitching. “Maybe.”

“Silly little girl,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, sending another tremor down my spine. “I never back down from a challenge.” He kissed my earlobe, nibbled at it and I moaned. “And I don’t lose them, either.”

I tried to push away but he wrapped one arm tightly around me, gently resting his body on mine. His weight was warm on top of me as he continued to kiss my face and neck. I kissed him back greedily, suddenly hungry for the taste of his skin on my tongue. His breath hissed through his teeth as I teased his ear with my tongue and I felt his cock jump a little as he pushed my legs further apart, wriggling between them to bring his body closer to mine.

A wind whispered by us and we both shivered, every sensation heightened; we became almost desperate with our mouths on each other.

Suddenly, Edward rolled to my side and yanked my sweater up a few inches, exposing the white flesh of my stomach. I gasped and tensed as the cool mountain air tickled my bare belly. He cradled my hip with his hand, his index finger making lazy circles against the soft flesh of my stomach and I couldn’t help but give a soft giggle.

“Shh.” Edward looked at me through hooded eyes as he trailed his fingers across my skin. “Just relax, Bella.”

I opened my mouth to say something but Edward pushed himself further down, taking my hips in his hands as he kissed my stomach, dragging his teeth gently up my side, nudging my sweater over my ribcage.

My vision swam hazy as Edward continued to tease my skin until I was practically bucking against his lips.

Any thought of being cold was long gone from my mind. I could think of nothing but Edward’s hand on my skin, his soft warm lips exploring me. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, his face dancing under my lids as his fingers traced circles slowly, seductively up my belly. I moaned again as he nudged my sweater up further, his fingers pushing against the underwire of my bra.

“Take off your sweater,” he rasped, his voice thick with arousal.

I sputtered a laugh. “No.”

“Bella,” Edward growled, bringing his face near to mine. His eyes glittered in the moonlight, his hair more mussed than usual. I felt his fingers break through the barrier of my bra. “Take off your sweater.”

I grinned devilishly. “Never.” My voice broke as Edward’s fingers found my nipple, wrenching the last syllable from my lips with a hoarse cry. He rubbed a lazy circle around my nipple as he nibbled on my neck and I rocked languidly with the rhythm, my breathing growing heavy. Then, abruptly, he stopped.

I didn’t move for a moment, stunned at the sudden emptiness that Edward’s lack of touch brought. My skin begged for his return and my hips bucked toward him, pleading for his touch involuntarily.

“Take off your sweater,” Edward whispered in my ear, sending electric chills through my body. “I’ll stop if you don’t.”

I groaned. “No fair,” I whispered back, pushing myself greedily against him. “That’s unfair advantage.”

His fingers crept under my bra again. “I never said anything about playing fair.”

The tips of his fingers brushed tantalizingly across my nipple again and I pushed his hands away roughly as I sat up briefly and pulled my sweater off. Edward grinned widely, pulling the blanket closely around us as I lied back down, shirtless.

“I win,” he said softly, brushing a hand across my cheek. “Does that mean I can claim my prize?”

It was all I could do not to offer to take off the rest of my clothes, and his, when Edward unhooked my bra. My nipples tightened in the chilly air, and goose bumps broke out across my flesh.

“Mmm, you look cold.” Edward brought his lips to my breast, teasing my nipple with his tongue, his lips curving into a wicked smile when I cried out, arching my back.

“You like that?”

“Oh god, yes, Edward,” I gasped back, sucking in my breath as his tongue darted out again. “Very much.”

“That’s good,” his voice reverberated delightfully against my flesh as he gently nipped at my nipple. “Because I like doing this.”

I clutched at him and bent down to kiss his hair; it smelled sweet, almost like strawberries.

I looked around at our surroundings as Edward kissed and licked his way back to my belly, amazed at how the scenery heightened every kiss, every touch. The trees swayed surreally in the breeze, a soft soothing whispering melody, standing tall like sentries, protecting us as we licked and kissed each other in our meadow. Because, I realized with a small amount of wonder, that’s what it was now. Ours.

The snap of the button on my jeans plunged me back to reality. Reluctantly, I found my self control in a haze of arousal and grabbed Edward’s wrist.

“Uh uh.” I shook my head, regretfully. “Not yet.”

A look of disappointment flashed across his face and he planted a longing kiss on the zipper of my jeans. Then he stretched himself next to me and kissed me, smiling softly.

“Can’t blame me for trying,” he murmured, brushing his hand across my cheek.

“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I didn’t mean to tease you or anything-“

“You didn’t,” he answered firmly. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I understand.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to –“

Edward cut me off with another kiss. “Bella, I mean it. It’s fine.” His lips twisted in a sexy mischievous smile. “I’ll just have to make up for lost time later, that’s all.”

I shivered. “Is that a threat or promise?” I whispered.

Edward’s hand slid across my stomach as he reached over and wrapped us tightly in the blanket. “Both.”
The sun was just beginning to peek through the darkness of night as I crept inside Charlie’s house and made my way to my room, my heart pounding. Charlie’s raucous snores echoed down the tiny hallway and finally breathed a sigh of relief as I closed the door softly to my bedroom.

I was too tired to even bother washing up and crawled under the blankets in nothing by my panties. The scent of Edward still lingered on my skin, like a secret that was mine to keep. I was thinking of his hands against my breasts even as my eyes were shutting of their own accord. Sighing contently, I curled myself into my blankets, succumbing to the intoxicating mix of euphoria and exhaustion as I drifted off to sleep.

And that was the first night I dreamt of Edward.


That's all for now, folks! Hope you liked it. As always, feel free to leave comments, criticisms. Stroking the ego is always appreciated as well.

I debated doing an 'author's notes' kind of thing but figured I'd leave it up to you guys. If you want me to include my thoughts or reasons about why I wrote Bella and Edward the way I did let me know. I'll include them next time.

As always - the music (in order of appearance)
Chapter Title - The Lovecats - The Cure
Waiting Room - Fugazi
Days of Being Wild - And you will know us by the trail of dead (longest band never EVER!)
Clear Island - Liars


  1. That's what I'M TALKIN' bout! YAH-HOOO. I love that you made Edward human in Bella's dream!

    Did you ever wonder in the movie if when they flashed to Edward standing in Bella's bedroom if it really was him. Did you decide it was after he told us that he had been sneaking in her room?

    Another thing does it bug anyone that you can see VICTORIA TWICE in the prom scene when Bella and Edward first walk in. Shouldn't Edward have been able to smell her and hear her thoughts? Or was Catherine Harwicke just screwing with us?

  2. One word for you: RAWR.

    Like how you made their meadow THEIR meadow.

  3. So a huge yes to the author's note thingy. I love knowing what authors are thinking about when they write stuff.

    This was truly great. Just lemony enough for the two tough cookies you've got on your hands!!!


  4. Fuckgasm! That's my word!

    That was one big fuckgasm, and I liked it.

  5. Holy hot knickers! That was bloody cocking brilliant!

    JJ - take a bow with your tiara on and yes we'll all throw rose petals at your feet...

    Ooohh the lovely Ang(Amcas) gave me an idea for a new word "Edwardgasm"... haha

    Cheers JJ, it was soo worth the wait.


  6. Loved it! Another great chapter! Keep writing! It's awesome so far!
    And a big yes to the author's notes, please. :)

  7. You are such a big freaking tease!! But, I love you for it.. lol Great chapter, as always. And , yes, author's notes would be great.

  8. GAH! Loved the lemoneyness of the chapter!

    I love a bad ass Edward and a not so shy Bella.

    Absofuckenlutely to the author's notes. I wanna know what is going on in your noggin while you write this awesomeness.

    I love that you add in the music for us at the end.

    Anyhoo... shit is going to well for the cute couple... there must be some angst coming?

    Loved the update... can't wait for the next one!

  9. EXCELLENT! Loved it, well written and I love Bella's sense of humour. The "bad after school special" thing cracked me up!

  10. Great chapter, JJ!

    I do hope you plan on putting this on one of the fan fic sites?

    Lemons in just the right amount and in the right places!

  11. Mmmmm... going to bed smelling of Edward. Someone needs to bottle that and make a fortune.

    JJ - Please count me as one more vote for author's notes. You are brilliantly snarky and it might possible end up being more entertaining then lemonwards. Ok, maybe not... but a close second.

    I'm going to stop rambling now, too many glasses of wine. I shouldn't drink and post.


  12. JJ it was fucken awesome!!! theres no way anyone can believe ur a noob the the fanfic writing world!

  13. God I slid off the chair. Fucking awesome (as always) JJ!!!! Now its time for bed and I too will dream of Edward.

  14. holy crap, girlie. sometimes i think i know why Stephenie didn't include stuff like this... it's because our heads would litterally explode into an over load of Edward-gasm. holy shit. this is just not fair. perhaps you can convince RPatz to star in your "independent adaptation"... you can go to cannes, we can see Rob's wang... sounds like a plan to me! :) get on it! :)

  15. Edward's got all the moves eh! I loved Bella's "After school special" LOL and.. “Just don’t throw my body in the water, okay? They always look really bloated and gross on TV when they come out of the water.”..That was a hoot.
    Edward's a little slick..I'm sure his angst will reveal itself. But I'm glad the B girl stopped at the zipper. Being so alone in her life- she could have easily gone for it. Right On to angsty -strong-experimental-risk taking- vulnerable Bella.
    Thanks JJ for this! and i too would like to know more about your writing process.
    Happy Friday!

  16. Fucking awesome!
    Can't wait for more and more and more.

  17. I love the humorous sarcasm between the two (JJ-you really need to give Buffy another chance it is chock full of sarcasmy goodness) and the detail of the smooching. What girl wouldn't swoon if Edward took her somewhere special on got busy with her nipples? Gotta change my undies now. More please!

  18. TwilightobsessedMamaJuly 10, 2009 at 9:05 AM

    Fantastic!! This definitely has me eager for more!

  19. Read the first two chapers and am taking the rest home..

    this is the version that should have been written for the obsessed-with-Edward/Twilight-but-slightly(haha)-older-than-a-teen-version

    you go girl!

  20. Thank you, thank you!!! You guys are awesome. Sorry, this is a short comment because ML is going to kill me if I don't get off this computer, lol.

    I will include author's comments in the comment trail here. Thank you so much for the input!!

  21. Awesome chapter! I love your characters...elements of them still feel like Bella and Edward from the book, but they are more bold and unpredictable here, which makes it really fun to read. I can't wait for the next chapter! Great job!!

  22. Ugh!! I HATE when the chapter ends. Please keep writing. I love this story and can't wait for more!

  23. Holy Smoken Panties, I need to find me a fire extinguisher and a new set of panties.

    That was amazing! Can't wait for more!

    Yes, to author's notes!

  24. I agree with Karen12353, YOU ARE SUCH A TEASE! It's such a great story so far. I'm totally digging it. Please don't go too long before writing the next chapter. I don't think I'll be able to handle it!

  25. Ha, glad you're teasing us. It's going to be a long wait till your next chapter (not to rush you or anything!).

    I love this feisty/hardass/(slightly)damaged Bella and everything that comes out of her mouth.

    And I agree with a previous commenter. Edward seems a little too smooth..not that he's not sexy as hell. Can't wait to see what's up his badboy sleeve.

  26. JJ. Great job, now I'm all hot and bothered at work. :) Girl, you are creative. I'm looking very forward to the next chapters if you know what I mean. Hmm. (wait, can't type, that was supposed to be clearing my throat) and * this is me winking one eye.

  27. Just thought I'd let you know that I think 15 Steps is totes fabulous! Always excited when I see an update on your blog.

  28. Just read all the chapters to date and wooooo I swear if any man walks by my desk right now I might start humping his leg...even the short fat bald stuttering manager with the foot fetish! Great piece of writing!

  29. Would I be a traitor if I said I almost prefer 15 Step to the real Twilight?? Dammit I don't care! This shiz is so fabulous! I actually like Bella now that she's not all whiny and self-sacrificing. She's got edge and it kick's ass. I have to be honest though, I was very reluctant to read 15 Step because everyone was human and all that jazz but holy bejeez I'm sure glad I got over that! Now I REALLY don't get any work done. Keep it up girl, it is fantabulocity at it's finest and I cannot wait until the next chapter! Woot!

  30. JJ, this gets 5 lemon-scented Cullen crest panties out of 5. And it's a total tease, but a good one.

    I'd love to read some notes. Keep on writin'.

    And congrats to you gals for being finalists in the Blogluxe contest.

  31. I am reading this AS SOON AS I have alone time. Which will be sparse in the next couple of weeks, but it will happen. Cuz I hear this is HAWT. And, obviously, nomable.

    Christ. It's amazing how perving can become a brand.

  32. Thank you all! I am out of town right now and I'm sneaking little peeks at the computer but I promise, promise, promise I will respond when I get back.

    @Powolla - you and I have to talk music - Man Man, Elliot Smith... Between the Bars is my FAVORITE song (you left this on another post).

  33. It's so fun to hear your 'voice' in Bella's sarcasm (the after-school-special lines/bloated body were a riot!). And I need a notebook to write down all my fav lines, but I think the one I loved the most was after she crawled into bed smelling Edward on her, "like a secret that was mine to keep."

    I also get a little weirded out (don't know why) when authors sneak in canon text, but it totally worked with this story. :)

    Can't wait to see where it goes and if Edward holds up his deal, and if Bella lets him (oh, who am I kidding - she has to, right!!!!???) Oh, I feel some angst coming......things are too perfect right now.

    Can't wait for the next chapter!!

  34. Can't believe you're a virgin FanFic writer! This rocks! I luvs me some bad-boy Edward!

    Really good job of building up to the lemony goodness. So many stories have E & B bumpin' uglies within hours of meeting each other. Or they have them acting like silly goofy teenagers! I like what you're doing here.

    Please keep going, and thanks so much for sharing. I am humbled by your awesome talent!

  35. can not wait for the next chapter! you are excellent!!!

  36. WOW Im a twilight neophyte and I'm already hooked, loveedddd your Adult versions, always great to read a too-hot Edward...Rob Pattinson is pretty but he is getting so skinny, probably we need to start casting your Edward...

  37. I love your blog, don't be jealous but I think I love your smut a little bit more because it combines you, Bella and bad Edward. Of course yes to author's notes. And please, please, please... post next chappy soon!

  38. @Jenny Jerkface - music discussions, definitely! Your story inspired me to re-listen to Either/Or. Sigh. So. Effing. Good. I love that your Bella goes to shows. Yay.

    I saw Man Man at the Brooklyn Masonic Temple and the energy was amazing: (I used to write for a music blog.)

    Have also seen Trail of Dead (can't type out their whole name all the time!) a few times--love em.

    Fugazi, Modest Mouse, Operation Ivy, Snapcase, Ani, I seriously feel like you've ransacked my CD collection! I also love Magnetic Fields, the Detroit Cobras, The Walkmen, Elvis, Grizzly Bear, Cat Power, Belle & Sebastien, ahh the list could go on forever.

  39. Please write more soon! Most Twilight fan-fic I've read is pretty terrible but this story is really great! I love Bella in the books but I really like the sarcastic edge you've given her here. Much more realistic! Your writing style is nicely developed as well, very interesting. Please, please write another chapter SOON!!

  40. I held off as long as I could, but I just couldn't stay away from some action any longer.

    "Fuckgasm" - haha great word

    So now I'm done with all 5 chapters and staring hollowly at you, waiting for you to type the next 849...

  41. Just got a chance to read the new chapter! Stupid vacation postponed everything awesome. I'm doing an update video tomorrow for Fan Fiction Wednesday and don't worry you WILL be mentioned!

  42. *jumps up and down* i rarely ever come across trail of dead fans anymore. they are fantastic (the band and the fans). EXCELLENT soundtrack :).


  43. So I finally got the chance to read the latest and might I say that it's fucking brilliant! It gave me just a slight case of fanfic blue balls - I was hoping Bella would slut it up just a little more but I can wait! Great writing JJ - kudos! Can't wait for more!

  44. Holy crap!
    You're worse than those people who leave you hanging on cliffs
    I so badly wanna read more of this
    *plants a laptop in front of JJ*
    Write dammit! =D xxx

  45. Love it!!! Keep 'em comin'!

  46. Wow I absolutely loved this. I NEED more. Please :)


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