Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.

Thanks to araeo and duskwatcher2153 for betaing and to Legna989 for pre-reading.

A/N: Well guys, this is it—the final episode of this fun, fluffy little tale. This story was a blast to write, although I must admit that I'm now sick of Katy Perry's song (at least 300 times while writing) and The Hangover (5 times in the last week). Haha!

I just want to take a minute to thank you each and every one of you for all of your support. It means the world to me! Each hangover story that you provided gave me a good chuckle, and your commiseration with non-dancing significant others makes me feel not quite so alone in this world. *hugs*

So, without further ado…


Last Friday Night


Saturday May 21, 2011
10:00 a.m.

I come to slowly, same as always—I'm not a morning person—but it doesn't take long for me to realize that something most definitely isn't normal this morning.

The birds that wake me up every day sound as if they are screeching into a megaphone that's aimed directly at my ear. My mouth is desiccated, revealing that I did some indulging last night. I'm miserably hot and all of my limbs feel as if they're strapped to the bed—despite my half-hearted attempts, I'm completely unable to move. If I'm honest with myself, however, I have to admit that I have no desire to move. I'm right where I want to be.

Trapped in Edward's arms.

Despite my low-grade headache—brought on by too much alcohol and too little sleep—I sigh in absolute contentment as I snuggle back against Edward's comforting warmth. He grunts softly in his sleep, and the arm that's resting on my waist tightens slightly, pulling me even closer.

Closing my eyes, I try to recall all the details from last night. I frown when I realize that for the second time in two weeks, I have very little recollection of certain parts of the previous evening. Once again, it's a complete blur. But unlike the last time, hints of memory tease at the edges of my consciousness; as I wake further, the details start to become clear in my mind.

It all started with graduation yesterday. Yes, I'm now a newly-minted college graduate. I had an early dinner with my parents after the ceremony, then met up with Alice later in the evening. We started indulging early. After all, you only graduate college once, right? A couple of bottles of champagne in our apartment with Angela and Rose turned into drinks at New Moon, and eventually another appearance at Trinity, which has now officially become our Friday night routine. The guys joined us at New Moon, after an appropriate amount of girls-only time had passed.

I ran into Jake as soon as we entered the club. It was the first time I'd seen him since the incident two weeks ago, so things were a bit uncomfortable at first. But the awkwardness passed almost as quickly as it came when he introduced us to his date for the evening. Her name was Ness, and she was really sweet. She was also smart and pretty, and she didn't put up with any of Jake's whiney bullshit. I liked her immediately. I could also tell that Jake was entirely taken with her. We have plans to go out for dinner with them next week.

After that, things get a bit fuzzy for a while.

Across the room, my phone chirps, and Edward shifts behind me. His arm tightens, alerting me to the fact that he's waking up.

"Whatcha thinking about?" he mumbles sleepily.

"Last night."

"Which part?"

"All of it."

He hums against the back of my neck. I decide to fuck with him just a bit.

"Edward? What happened last night?"

I know the exact moment my words register, because he stiffens slightly.

"What?" he asks in an exasperated voice.

"Last night," I repeat, trying to keep the laughter out of my voice. "What happened? My brain's a little fuzzy. Damn, I have a headache. What the hell did we do? Drink the entire bar?" I groan a little, just for good measure.

"Are you serious, Bella? You don't remember?"

"Well, I remember New Moon, and going to Trinity. Jake. And doing shots with Jasper. What the hell were we drinking?"

"Um, Jäger, I think."

"What?"

I honestly don't remember that.

"Yeah. Alice told us that it was your favorite drink. A little odd if you ask me, but hey, it was your night…."

Come to think of it, I really don't remember too many specifics about our time at the club. We were downing drinks like Kool Aid at that point. But Jäger? Really? Again?

Ugh.

Thanks a lot, Alice.

I vaguely recall drinking and dancing—and that dancing with Edward this time around was a lot better that the first time I tried. That's probably because I was so drunk that even I couldn't keep a beat.

Note to self: In the future, get completely shit-faced before dancing with Edward.

"You finally gave me that private show," he reminisces. "Later in the evening, of course—I wouldn't let you strip in the club, even though you seemed willing. Let me tell you, the other guys weren't too happy when I carried you out."

I can't help but blush, recalling my actions. Then I snuggle deeper into his embrace. Any momentary embarrassment is worth it. I'm with Edward this morning.

"You put on a pretty impressive show, yourself," I remind him with a nudge of my elbow.

"But your response…"

He pauses, and I can't help but groan just a bit as I recall my reaction to seeing him naked for the first time.

"You fucking sighed at the sight of my penis, Bella."

"So?" I state defensively.

"That's not a normal response," he states.

"So, tell me. What should I have said or done?"

"Well… something like, 'Wow, Edward. It's so big!' would have been much better."

He speaks in an overdone falsetto, and I can't help but laugh.

"Wow, Edward," I gasp between guffaws. "What a big… ego you have!"

His arms squeeze me just a little bit tighter, but I can't stop laughing.

"I swear, Bella, it was like you'd never seen a cock before."

I sigh. "You don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"Well, let's just say that my last boyfriend was a bit lacking in the penile department."

"So, he had a small dick. Was that a good reason to look at my johnson like it was a bratwurst and you hadn't been to a cookout in years? Just how hungry were you, Bella?" he asks with a small, ironic chuckle at his very obvious penis reference.

"Let's just say that sexy times with my ex weren't in fact, sexy. It was more like a 'Mr. Chow' experience."

"Huh?"

"You know, that Chinese dude in The Hangover? You see him in all his glory, but you're still left wondering what it was that you really saw, if he really had a dick at all?"

He laughs against my neck. The feel of his warm breath teasing my skin causes me to shiver slightly.

"So, yeah. I fucking sighed when I saw your large, wonderfully glorious cock."

He makes an appreciative grunt at my declaration and presses said glorious cock into my backside—it pokes me insistently, and I can't help but moan just a little in response.

"That's much better, Bella. Thank you," he whispers against my ear, his lips nipping gently. "Although, just so you know, it's really pretty average."

"No it's not," I state fervently. "To me, that sucker's the monster of all monster cocks. I feel like I've won the penis lottery or something."

He chuckles. "You really are good for my ego."

"You're good for me, period."

We're torn from our teasing when my phone chirps yet again from the other side of the room.

"Damn it," I grumble.

"You gonna get that?"

"Do I have to?"

"No."

"Good," I state as I roll over.

Scooting as close as I can, I hitch one leg over his hip and feel the evidence of his impressive arousal pressing against me in just the right place. Threading my fingers into his silky hair, I tug his face to mine and brush my lips against his. His hand has just settled on my hip, and is urging me closer, when my phone beeps for what seems like the hundredth time in the past half-hour.

"Damn it!" I curse more vehemently this time.

"If it's bothering you that much, why don't you just turn it off," he mumbles against my lips.

"Good idea. Don't move!" I instruct, pointing my finger at him as I rise from the comfortable cocoon in which we've been wrapped.

Padding to my desk, I pick up my phone. I have every intention of just turning the damn thing off until I see the screen. Several pop-up windows indicate that I have unchecked messages—both emails and texts. A weird sense of déjà vu descends on me, and before I realize it, I've hit the icon for my email. I have to wait a moment while it loads. When it finally does, my brow furrows.

"Holy shit!" I exclaim.

"What?" Edward asks from across the room.

"I have a shitload of email. It looks like at least ten alerts from FaceBook and…" I pause to mentally calculate. "Probably double that from Twitter."

Despite my previous order, Edward's arms slip around me from behind. His chin comes to rest on my shoulder while I scroll through the alerts.

I open a random message from FaceBook, which directs me to a page with a photo.

"Oh, fuck. Not again."

The force of Edward's chuckle shakes my entire body. Then he plucks my phone from my fingers and hits the power button. Turning me around, he searches my eyes. His smile fades slightly.

"There's no need to look at any of the others. That was the worst of them," he states confidently.

I close my eyes and try to erase the memory of me dancing with the pole at the club.

Again.

"At least there were no cameras present when we went skinny-dipping."

Or later, when we got back to my apartment, I think with a happy sigh. I know I must look like the Cheshire cat, because my cheeks can't stretch wide enough to contain my satisfied smile.

In another moment of déjà vu, I find myself asking the same question I had two weeks ago.

"What the hell did we do last night?" I whisper.

"Are you sure you really want to know?"

His response induces another wave of nostalgia, although the twinkle in his eye and his wide smile reveal that he knows I'm fully aware of each and every one of our actions the previous evening. I nod, and he pulls me in for a hug and kisses my forehead. Then he leans back and eyes me carefully.

"Do you trust me, Bella?" he asks, his voice totally serious.

His question takes me a bit off guard, but I smile at the surety of my immediate response. I've never been more confident of anything in my life. In this moment, I realize that what I thought I felt for Edward in the past was insignificant; the 'love' I imagined was nothing more than just a crush. What I feel for him now, in this one singular moment, far exceeds anything I've experienced with anyone in the past. I'm not exactly sure of what it is yet—it's too soon for the deep abiding love I hope to find one day—but I'm pretty sure we're on the right track.

Lifting up on my toes, I throw my arms around his shoulders and plant a quick kiss on his lips.

"Of course I do."

This time, he nods, and a breathtaking smile breaks on his lips.

"Then all you really need to know is that we had one hell of a good time."

He's not telling me anything I don't already know.

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The End


A/N: Yes, this story is now complete; I have no plans to add any additional chapters.

So… the question you all are likely asking at this point: Did they or didn't they? Well… It's all up to you! Whatever your heart imagines for these two, be it some basic making out or a full-on lemon—sweet, sensuous, or down-and-dirty—that's what happened last night. Use your imagination. Just make it good, okay? Bella's been frustrated long enough. LOL

Thank you all so much for reading!

I love you all.

:)

KL