Outtake from Burning the Midnight Oil


When Bella met Edward

"Come on, Bella!" Rose rolled her eyes as she and Angela pulled me down the street. "Stop worrying so much."

"Oh, sure, I'll just stop worrying about the fact that I'm 19 and trying to sneak into a bar with a fake ID! My dad was a cop, you know."

Rose stopped short on the sidewalk. "Oh, for the love of God, Bella! Just stop. It's not like you never drink at parties. It's the same damn thing!"

"She's right, Bella. Besides, if we get caught, they just don't let us in, it's not like they'll throw us in jail." Angela laughed.

"See!" Rose exclaimed. "Even the fuckin' pastor's daughter is cool with it. Come on, the band that's playing tonight is killer, I've seen them once before. I think you'll love them, especially the lead singer."

I let out a heavy sigh. "Whatever, let's just get this over with."

Rose wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Great! That's the spirit!"

"So, what do you think?" Rose yelled over the band.

"Huh?" I asked, never taking my eyes off the lead singer. He was tall with some weight on him, his hair a mess of long, riotous curls that fell in front of his eyes. I imagined running my fingers through it, maybe pulling on it some. His beard was thick, and all I could think about was how good the burn from it would feel between my thighs.

"I'm Edward Cullen, and we're Midnight Oil! We'll see you guys back here in thirty!" he yelled to the crowd as the last notes faded out.

I turned to Rose, gripping her by the shoulder. "Rose, I have to meet him."

Her eyes widened before she threw her head back and laughed. "I toldyou it would be worth sneaking in! I think he usually hangs out at the bar after sets. At least, he did the last time I saw them here." She pointed across the room.

"Do I look okay?" I glanced down at myself, smoothing out my top while Rose and Angela kept giggling. I knew I was acting completely out of character. I never chased boys, and it was rare that I went out on dates. Not that I was some prude, though; I enjoyed men and having sex with them, but I'd moved around so much while growing up that I'd never had time for an actual boyfriend. My relationships had mainly consisted of fooling around and quickies in the backseats of cars.

"You look gorgeous," Angela said.

"Yeah, he's gonna eat you up." Rose nodded.

"God, I hope so." I grinned as they both broke into fits of giggles once again.

I took a deep breath as I spotted him sitting at the bar, throwing back a shot of what I assumed was Jack since a bottle of it sat on the bar beside him. I noticed a few girls milling around him and making small talk. He just smiled and laughed along. I wouldn't let them discourage me, though.

I ran my fingers through my hair before pushing myself forward and sliding onto the open stool beside him. I called for the bartender and attempted to get Edward's attention, which I did.

He turned, looking me up and down quickly.

I smiled before letting it turn into a slight frown. "I'm sorry, was someone sitting here? I didn't even think—"

"I'd kick them off the damn stool myself for you, darlin'." His gaze roamed from my eyes and down my body once again.

"Oh!" I grinned with a shrug. "Well, okay then. You were great up there, Edward." I reached out, placing my hand on his bicep and letting it linger there. His eyes grew, as did his smile.

"Thanks—what did you say your name was?"

I smirked at him before glancing down at the bar. "I didn't say."

"Are you going to make me pry it out of you?" He leaned in a little closer to me. "Is it a secret? Are you a Russian spy?"

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "No, it's not a secret. My name is Isabella, but I prefer Bella."

"It suits you, Bella. One more question, okay?"

I nodded. "Sure."

"You don't look a day over 18, Bella, and I'm guessing you're not supposed to be here. How old are you?"

I felt myself blush. I hadn't thought about the fact that maybe I was too young for him, especially since he didn't seem to be that much older than me. I glanced at the bartender, making sure he was occupied. "I'm 19."

He blew out a breath, sinking against the bar dramatically and causing me to giggle. "Oh, thank God.I was terrified you would say 17 or some bullshit like that. I can work with 19. I'm 21, in case you were wondering."

After that, we sat there talking and flirting for at least a half-hour before the guy I recognized as his drummer came up beside him. "We gotta get back up there, Ed." He slapped him on the back before walking toward the stage.

Edward stood from his seat, leaning down to whisper against my ear. "I want to see you after the show; you hear me, darlin'?"

I nodded, and he walked off, a smile on his lips.

"Thanks for coming out guys!" Edward yelled. "Once again, we're Midnight Oil. We'll be back here at the same time next week!"

"He really asked you to wait for him?" Rose asked, both of us watching as Edward looked around the bar before jumping down off the stage. "You need to be careful—"

"You wanted me to meet him!" I argued with her, cutting her off.

"I was afraid you'd left, darlin'." He startled me, coming up behind me and wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me against him as if he'd known me forever.

Rose glanced down at the way he was holding me. "She waited as you asked, and now we—"

"Rose," I cut her off again with a glare.

"Bella." She glared right back, and Edward chuckled, sensing the tension between us.

"Rose, was it?" he interrupted our stare down. "I just want to get to know Bella. Look, I'll give you my number, I'll give you my address; hell, I'll give you the numbers for my bandmates."

I put a hand on his chest. "You don't have to do that, Edward. I'm a big girl. Right, Rose?"

"Right,"she said through clenched teeth. "You better call me tomorrow."

"Bye, Rose."I rolled my eyes. I knew I was being irresponsible by ditching my friends for a man I hardly knew, but there was something about him. Aside from being attracted to him, I just knew I could trust him; he wouldn't hurt me.

We'd been sitting in his living room talking for what must have been hours. I wondered momentarily if I'd read him wrong at the bar, and maybe he was just interested in being friends.

That was until he spoke the words I'd been hoping to hear. "I really want to kiss you."

"Oh," I gasped.

"Can I kiss you?"

I nodded, and he wasted no time pulling me close to him, leaning down and devouring my mouth with his. My lips parted as I moaned, and he jumped on the opportunity, sliding his tongue between my lips to tangle it with mine. I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging on it as his mouth continued its assault on mine.

I could feel him hard and ready through his jeans as he laid me back on the couch, never breaking our kiss as he ground against me.

"Fuck, I want you, Bella," he breathed against my lips.

"Yes," I whimpered, feeling as if my heart was going to beat out of my chest.

"I-I need you to know that I don't do this, Bella, at least not often." I noticed a slight smirk on his face before he attached his lips to my neck, sucking on my pulse point.

"I trust you." As soon as the words left my mouth, he stood, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed before laughing as he carried me into his bedroom.

"Oh, shit," I cried out as his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking. I gripped his hair, holding him against me, grinding my pussy against his face. "Fuck, just like that—I'm gonna—" I arched my back, calling out his name, my thighs trembling as an orgasm wracked my body.

"God damn, little girl." He sat up on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I bit my lip, glancing down his body where his cock stood long and hard. He grinned at me when he noticed, wrapping his hand around his dick and pumping it slowly. "You want this cock, baby?"

"Yes, daddy." I felt my cheeks heat as the words tumbled from my lips. I didn't know where it had come from, but it felt so right.

His eyes locked with mine, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. "Say it again," he demanded.

"Yes, daddy. I need your cock."

"Fuck, yeah, you do, don't you?" He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, getting out a condom and rolling it down his shaft. "You're a dirty little thing, aren't you?" He chuckled, which turned into a moan as he slipped inside my wet heat.

"Oh, God, Edward," I gasped as he started out with slow thrusts.

"Damn, you feel so fucking good, so tight." He grunted as he picked up the pace, pounding into me. "Shit, can you come again? I need you to come again, darlin'."

I slipped my hand down between us, finding my clit, pinching and rolling it between my fingers as my orgasm built once again.

"That's it, baby, I can feel it! Come for me, Bella," he panted.

"Oh, yes, daddy," I whimpered as my walls fluttered around him, squeezing his cock.

"Fuck, I like it when you call me that." He let out a low, deep moan, his eyes cinching shut as he found his own release. He rolled off me, breathing heavily, his forehead beaded with sweat. It had to be one of the sexiest things I'd ever witnessed.

He pulled me against him, pressing a kiss to my hair. "You'll stay tonight, right?"

I nodded against his chest. "Yeah."

I didn't know why, but I had a feeling that this was the start of something amazing.

Hi friends,

I'm sure that some of you remember this outtake that I posted as a part of 'Burning the Midnight Oil' last year.

Since then It's been on my mind to write a short prequel to that story. I love them both and wanted to delve into how these two met, fell in love, and decided to start a family.

Chapter one will post tomorrow!

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This outtake was originally edited by Lara Norman.