Title: Starlet

Rating: M

Pairing: Bella and Edward

Summary/Disclaimer: None of this is owned by me. (HA! I wish…). Stephenie Meyer created the world of Twilight. I just like to visit and make them do pervy things, like have sex and swear.

Chapter One: Bliss


I was sitting in my trailer, waiting for my next scene. Things had definitely improved in the past few months. I was happy. I was clean. I was in love. I think. Ironically enough, I was in love with my former bodyguard and now co-star, Edward Masen. But we haven't made any proclamations or anything. I can just sense it when he looks at me. His eyes, god, his eyes just pierce through me and they are filled with such love.

But, I was scared. Why would Edward care about me? I'm nothing compared to him. Complete opposite of him. He's smart, compassionate, handsome and so very talented. The only thing that we are similar is the talent. I'm a damn fine actress. I'm twenty-five years old and have been in nearly fifteen films since I was eighteen. I'd been nominated for two Golden Globes and an Oscar. I never won, but the nominations are still important. I was getting recognized for my talent.

Or was it Jacob's pimpage of me?

Ugh, good riddance to bad rubbish. My life has improved greatly since I fired him as my publicist and hired Angela Weber. She's friendly, happy and gets shit done. Opposite of Jacob. He was seriously selling me to the lowest bidder. Some of the movies I made when I was younger were downright horrific.

"Five minutes, Miss Swan," called one of the stage hands.

"Thanks. I'll be right there," I replied. I closed my script and checked my makeup. I played the part of Becca in a new vampire saga. I was the unsuspecting human that falls in love with a vegetarian vampire. Originally, that vampire was played by James Cobb. He was fired from the saga due to his drug habits. They would have fired you, too. You were with him when he got caught, bitch. Luckily, I was not high as a kite or carrying any drugs. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But calling Edward to bail me out of jail was one of the most humiliating things ever. He did it, though. He was so worried and caring during that time.

We didn't speak for two weeks after that. You see, Edward played the part of the vegetarian vampire, Daniel. He had to go through vampire boot camp. I went away to a spa with his aunt and cousin prior to the beginning of filming.

Today was our big 'scene.' Daniel is going to kiss Becca in her bedroom. I ran my hands through my curled brown hair and slipped on my ballet flats before walking to the set. The room on the set is lit up romantically and I can see Edward speaking to Carlisle. God, he's yummy. His hair is tousled in the most delightful way. It looks like he had the most amazing sex and his hair was the result. Unfortunately, his normally bronze locks are dyed a deep mahogany brown with reddish highlights. His pale skin was even paler due to the makeup they made him wear. However, it made his features look more chiseled, like he was made from marble. His jawline was so sharp, it looked like it could cut glass. His nose was straight and perfect and don't get me started on his eyes.

They were the most unique shade of golden brown. So unique that all of the vampires in the film that are vegetarians have contacts that look exactly like Edward's eyes.

"Ah, Bella. You're here," Carlisle said. "Want to rehearse first or just go for it?"

"Let's just go for it," I smiled.

"Okay, get on the bed and Edward, over on your mark," Carlisle said. Edward nodded and walked to his spot opposite from my bed. I crawled onto the tiny full-sized bed and picked up the prop cell phone I was using to talk to my 'mom' in the scene. "Ready?" Both Edward and I nodded. "Quiet on the set! And action!"

"What are you doing here, Daniel?" I asked Edward. "How…how did you get in?" I stared at him, arching a brow.

"Window," he purred, his voice like molten chocolate. He glided over to me and sat down across from me.

"How long have you been sneaking into my bedroom?" I asked incredulously.

"A few months now. I find it interesting. I like watching you sleep," he said as he scooted closer to me. His golden eyes gazed at me. His pink pouty lips were locked in a smirk. A damn sexy smirk.

"Must be intriguing," I snorted. "Do I snore?"

"Nope. You talk," he smiled crookedly, tucking an errant hair from my face.

"What do I say?"

"You mumble a lot. Nothing really makes sense," he said. "But, my name tumbles from your lips the most. Do you dream of me, Becca?"

I looked down at my hands, inhaling deeply. I dream of you, Edward. Every night. I want to be the woman for you. Looking up through my lashes, I smiled at him. "I do dream of you, Daniel. Do you dream of me?"

"If I could dream, it would be of you, my Becca," he murmured. "I want to try something. Can I?" I bit my lip and nodded. "Hold very still." He leaned forward, slowly. So slowly. His minty breath wafted over my body and I sighed. His large hand cupped my cheek and his lips were centimeters away from mine. "Don't move. Please?" He continued to move forward and soon his lips were gently caressing mine.

Oh, God! I want this to be real. I need him.

He pulled away and looked at me. It wasn't Daniel looking at Becca. It was Edward looking at Bella. The love he had for me was amazing and I wanted it all. I wanted to give all of my love to him. But, I didn't know how. He took my face in both of his hands and pressed his lips to mine again. My hands moved up his shoulders, to his hair. I rose to my knees and moved closer to Edward. His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me to his rock hard chest. Our lips separated momentarily and the next thing I knew, I was on my back with Edward between my legs. His tongue was tracing my lower lip and I moaned quietly.


Edward pulled back and looked at Carlisle. "Good?"

"Very good," Carlisle smiled. "We have to get a few different angles, but that was awesome. The chemistry between you two is fucking awesome! I want to do this three more times. Okay?"

"I'm cool," Edward said with a crooked grin, looking down at me. He held up his hand and helped me to a seated position. "You cool?"

"Definitely," I smirked. The makeup artists came and adjusted my makeup. We ran the scene three more times, plus once more full out just to be safe. Each time we did the scene, Edward's mouth became more familiar against mine and I wanted him to kiss me as Edward. Not Daniel.

After the final take, Carlisle proclaimed this scene to be done. "We're done for the day, folks. Tomorrow, we'll work on the meadow scene. Be ready to go at six, people." He waved and the lights turned off.

"Good job, Edward," I said. "You're so awesome at this. I still can't believe that this is your first film."

"Thanks, Bella," he said softly. "I spent so much time watching you on the sets of your films, I kind of got the gist of what to do. Plus, the theater minor in college helped."

"True," I giggled as I got up out of the bed. My foot got caught on one of the sheets and I stumbled. Edward caught me in his arms and cradled me to his chest. "Sorry."

"Don't be," he said with a crooked grin. He gently lifted me from the tangled sheets. He removed his arms from my body and I felt sadly bereft. "Better?"

"Sure," I said quietly. "What are you doing tonight, Edward?"

"Washing this shit off my body and then crashing," he replied as we walked out of the set and to our trailers. "You?"

"About the same, but my makeup is nowhere as near as fierce as yours is," I said as I ran my finger down one of his cheeks. Holding it up, I showed him the white pastiness on my finger tip. "I feel for you, Edward."

"At least I don't have to wear the contacts," he said. "I'm the freak with gold eyes."

"You're not a freak, Edward," I said. "You're a good man who's put up with a lot of my shit."

"It's not shit," Edward chuckled.

"You bailed me out of jail because I was caught with James who had drugs on him," I said dryly. "Not my finest moment. Thank goodness I hadn't used." Edward's lips tightened to a firm, tight line. "You're pissed."

"I'm not pissed, Bella. Confused," he said. "Look, I know we have an early call tomorrow, but do you want to get something to eat? I want to talk to you. Understand why you are the way you are…"

"Okay," I nodded. "But, let's not go out. Come over to my condo and I'll cook you dinner?"

"Sure. I'll be over in like an hour. I need make my skin look like I'm alive as opposed to a corpse," he laughed. "I'll bring the dessert. Brownies, right?"

"My favorite," I blushed. "You still like chicken parmesan, right?"

"My favorite," he said as he turned to his trailer. "See you in an hour, Bella." He winked and ducked inside. I smiled widely and danced to my trailer. I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a black tank top. I slipped on a pair of black and pink floral wedges and some bracelets. Swiping my iPhone from its charger, I walked out to my car. My sleek silver Audi R8. I noticed that Edward's car was already gone. He had a black Volvo. He insisted on getting it once he started working for me as my bodyguard because, well, I'm not sure.

Yeah, did I mention that? Edward originally was my bodyguard before he was my co-star. He's seen me at my lowest. My absolute lowest and yet he still looks at me the way he does. Lovingly.

I pulled into my condo on Wilshire and parked my car. I darted up the stairs and pulled out the ingredients for Edward's favorite meal. Thankfully, I just needed to put it into the oven. Ever since I cleaned up my act, I've spent a lot of time cooking. I needed to occupy my time doing other things besides smoking, fucking and doing drugs. Well, I still smoke, but not as much as used to.

I figured I needed a smoke before Edward came over. I needed to calm down. I searched for my cigarettes in my purse and walked out to the balcony. I lit up and let the nicotine fill my lungs, relaxing me. I leaned forward and finished my cigarette. As I flung it over my balcony, I saw Edward in my condo. He had a key since he was previously as my bodyguard. He'd stay with me when I was three sheets to the wind or high as a kite.

"Hi," he said shyly. "I let myself in."

"That's fine," I said. "I was just smoking. You want anything to drink?"

"Some coke if you have it," he replied as he put a platter of brownies on the counter. "Turtle brownies." He smiled sweetly and ran his hand through his dark hair, causing it to flop in his eyes. He was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and a gray t-shirt that hugged his muscles. Over the top was a black button down with his sleeves rolled up. He wore the watch I got him for Christmas: a silver watch that accented his masculine hands.

I poured a coke for him and handed it to Edward. He accepted it with a quiet thank you. "Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes," I muttered. "Want to have a seat until the food's done?"

"Sure," he said. I led him to my living room and curled up facing him. He sat down, tucking one of his legs underneath his body. "I bet you're wondering why I wanted to go out for dinner?"

"A little," I said. I fussed with my bracelets on my wrist. "What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you about some…um, things," he whispered. "We've known each other for a few years now."

"We have. Jacob hired you as my bodyguard," I said. "He wanted me protected from myself and my partying. Plus, there's Walter."

"I protected you from Walter. He's as meek as a kitten. But, I failed you, Bella," he said quietly. "I couldn't protect you from yourself."

"You did, Edward," I said as I laid my hand on his arm. "You bailed me out more times than I can count. I am so appreciative of it. You protected me when I couldn't."

"Bella, I'm scared for you. You are clean, sober and fine now, but what happens when things fall apart?" he asked. "I can't watch you self destruct. It hurts me too much. Every time you were drunk, high and sleeping around, I was in pain. Those fuckers could have really hurt you, Bella."

"I know that. I was so dumb," I said as I looked at my couch. "Stupid. There's no excuse for my behavior but you have to know that it wasn't me."

"Bella, I know that. It was Jacob who was setting you up with those assholes. They would give you the drugs and alcohol. But, don't you remember from elementary school? Just say no?" he said as he looked up at me.

"Yes," I said. "And I should be a better example. My dad's damn cop."

Edward reached over and laced his fingers with mine. "Bella, I have to confess something. I am in love with you. I think I've been in love with you since we first met. But, you have to know, that I can't watch you destroy yourself anymore. I've lost too many people because of drugs and alcohol."

"You love me?" I squeaked.

"I do, Bella. I've been fighting it for months but today, that kiss, solidified my feelings for you. On screen, it was Daniel kissing Becca. But, in reality, that was me, Edward, kissing Bella. I want to continue kissing you," he blushed. "I want to take you out on dates and hold hands. I want you to be my girlfriend, Bella. But, I can't have you do drugs."

"Edward," I whispered. "I promise that I won't. You're my best friend and I want all of those same things that you mentioned. I want to cuddle in front of the fire, take moonlit strolls on the beach, make love under the stars…I love you, too."

"You do?" Edward smiled crookedly. I bit my lip and nodded. He leaned forward and was about to kiss me. However, the timer from the oven dinged. I jumped and smacked Edward's face with mine. "Ow!"

"I'm so sorry," I said as I took Edward's face in my hands. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You just got me in the forehead," he said. "Go get the food. I'll be fine." I nodded and darted to pull the chicken from the oven. Dummy me forgot to grab an oven mitt. The food splattered on the ground as I screamed in pain. Edward ran over to me and scooped me up. "Bella," he crooned.

"I'm such a moron," I sobbed.

"No, you're not," he soothed. "Come on, let's put your hand under cold water. It's just the fingers." He guided me to my sink and turned on the water. Gently, he placed my hand under the stream of water. His body was holding me up while he had his other hand around my waist.

"I'm sorry about dinner," I sniffled. "I was just so distracted…"

"By my hotness," Edward joked as he kissed my neck.

"Well, yeah," I giggled. "We can just order pizza."

"I'm not really hungry for food," he purred, nuzzling my hair.

"We should pick up the chicken," I said as I turned to face him. He smiled and picked me up, placing me on the counter. He told me to keep my hand underneath the water while he cleaned up the now ruined chicken. Soon, my kitchen was sparkling and Edward turned off the water. He pulled me to the edge of the counter. "Can you please finish what you started before Chickengate?"

"Chickengate?" Edward snorted. I nodded. "What is it that I started?"

"I think you were about to kiss me," I smiled. "Besides, I'm injured. I need you to kiss them and make them better."

Edward picked up my hand and kissed each of my fingertips. His golden eyes darkened and he smiled seductively. With a tender caress, he brushed my hair away from my face, gently cupping neck. His thumb was gliding along my jaw line. "I love you, Bella," he whispered before he covered my mouth with his. His tongue pushed past my lips and I moaned loudly, tangling my hands into his thick, soft hair. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I could feel his excitement press against my heat and let's just say that Edward is not a small guy.

The need to breathe was overwhelming and I pulled away, panting heavily. Edward wasn't having any of that. His lips stayed on my skin, traveling down my neck. He nipped and nibbled against my skin as he went, making me wetter and more turned on. "Edward," I moaned, "Oh, GOD!"

"What do you want, Bella?" he asked.

"You," I answered, taking his face in my hands. "I need you, Edward."

He lifted me off the counter and carried me from the kitchen to my bedroom. It was a route he was too familiar with. He carried me there while I was drunk off my ass too many times. He dropped me onto the bed and soon his lean body was covering mine. His lips were insistently moving against mine. His fingers glided over my cheeks, down my neck to my collarbones. His hand kept moving down to the hem of my black tank top. He pulled away and looked down at me. "Are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life," I answered. "Make love to me, Edward."

"There's no turning back, Bella," he murmured.

"Please. I want to love you," I replied, pulling him down to me. He crashed his lips against mine and his fingers slipped underneath my tank top. He slowly inched up my taut belly. He stopped when he reached my breast. The shirt I wore didn't really lend itself for a bra and I was letting the girls hang out. With a low growl, his hand cupped my breast and he kneaded expertly. God, he's good at that.

I pushed his shirt over his shoulders, tossing it onto the floor. I also tugged his gray shirt over his head, onto the floor, revealing his muscular torso. He was lean and toned, but uber muscle boy. His body was perfect. On his chest, there was a light smattering of chest hair and his happy trail dipping below his jeans. He sat back and pulled me up with him. He slowly removed my tank top and it joined his clothes on the floor of my bedroom. "Beautiful," he whispered as he looked at me. "Better than my dreams."

"You've dreamt about me?" I asked as I ran my hands up and down his arms.

"Every night, Bella," he answered, giving me a shy, crooked grin. "This is my dream, dolcezza."

"What does that mean? Dolcezza?"

"Sweetness," he replied as he kissed my neck. "My mom used to call me that when I was a kid. I hated it. I was a boy. We're rough and tumble. Not sweet."

"No, you're sweet, Edward," I replied, scratching his scalp.

"Not all of the time," he purred. He pushed me back on the bed and kissed down my neck. His soft lips continued down my torso until he reached my breasts. "God, you're so fucking perfect." He took one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking the pert nub with his tongue. My back arched and I yelled out in ecstasy. I felt him smile against my chest. He bit down lightly on my breast before moving to the other one. His hands continued their journey southward to my button of my jeans. It was popped open and my jeans were being tugged from my body. Edward's tongue followed the same path as his fingers until he reached my panties. Gliding over my soaking core, he ran his fingers over my clit.

"Ungh," I moaned. "Don't tease me."

"So wet, Bella," he crooned. He looked up at me and this was not the same, sweet man who walked in my condo with turtle brownies. This was Edward Masen, sex god. "May I, dolcezza?"

Not trusting my voice, I nodded. He removed my skimpy black panties, revealing my dripping pussy. He groaned when he saw how aroused I was. Crawling up my body, he pinned me to the bed with his hips and kissed my lips feverishly. He rolled off to the side and his fingers traced over my slick folds. Deftly, he rolled my clit with his fingers, making me more turned on.

"Edward, baby," I moaned. "More, please…"

"What do you want, dolcezza?" he asked quietly, still playing with my clit.

"You," I answered, kissing his chin, his cheeks, his nose…any part of him that was within my reach of my lips. "Please?" I reached my hand to the waistband of his jeans and gently cupped his arousal. His response a combination of a growl and a groan. It was fucking hot. I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He inserted one of his long fingers into my core and it was my turn to groan. However, it spurred me on to remove his jeans and boxers. Soon, he was just as naked as I was and it was my turn to gawk at his perfection. "God, you're beautiful, Edward."

"Sure," he chuckled nervously. "I'm okay. You're the beautiful one." He reached into his jeans and pulled out a condom. "No turning back, Bella. Are you sure that you want this?"

"I do. I love you, Edward," I said as I stared into his golden eyes. "It's because of you and your heart that I want to be better. I want to be the woman of your dreams."

"You already are, dolcezza," he said as he cupped my face. He leaned down and kissed me softly before tearing open the small foil packet. He placed the condom on his cock and moved so he was hovering over me. "I love you, mia Bella." He positioned himself at my entrance and eased inside of my body. We were one. For the first time in all of my life, I felt true love. The look in Edward's eyes was pure joy. Bliss. Love. Elation. All for me. I'm certain my face is a mirror of his.

Edward began to gradually move his hips, pumping his cock in and out of me. I moaned wantonly, sounding like a porn star. "Oh, God, dolcezza, I never knew," he whispered. "So perfect."

"Yes," I hissed. "Make love to me, Edward. Make me yours. Please…"

"You're mine, dolcezza. As I'm yours. I've been yours from when I first saw you," he muttered. "Ti amo, mia dolcezza. Mia Bella." He pulled my legs higher around his hips and started thrusting harder. His mouth descended onto mine and our tongues battled for dominance. My hands fisted his hair, tugging on the soft strands.

"Shit, Edward. I'm close," I moaned, looking up at him.

"Let go, dolcezza," he urged. "Let me feel you come." He reached between us and circled his fingers on my clit. He moved one of my legs over his shoulders and pounded deeper into core. Each pass of his cock, he brought me closer to my release. My muscles were fluttering around his arousal. My hips were matching his and I was getting ever closer to coming. "Fuck, Bella. I can feel you around me. Come for me, sweet girl. Please, baby." His soft plea was my undoing. I shattered underneath him, clasping my pussy around his cock. My release trigged his and he let out a guttural roar, spilling inside of me.

He collapsed on top of me. My leg fell off his shoulder. Lauguidly, I was rubbing his back as he caught his breath. He started to move. "Don't. Stay," I said.

"I've got to be squishing you," he chuckled. "I'm 6'1", pushing 200 pounds."

"I feel safe," I said as I kissed his shoulder. "Loved. Protected."

"I'll do that forever, Bella," he said as he sat up, looking at my face. He caressed my cheeks and brushed a curl from my forehead. "Yeah, I need to take off this condom, dolcezza."

"Such a sweet talker, Masen," I teased. He rolled his eyes as he heaved his body off mine. He padded to my bathroom and flushed his condom. I slipped between the sheets after I grabbed Edward's button-down shirt from the ground. I curled up and stared at him while he slipped on his boxers. "Do you regret it?"

"No," he answered. "Best decision of my life. Too bad I waited nearly two years to make it."

"You've loved me for two years?"

He nodded and crawled between the sheets. "I was afraid, Bella. I saw what you were doing with yourself and it terrified me. Do you know my story?"

"I know that your parents are dead," I cringed. Edward gave a sad smile and nodded. He pulled me to his chest, pressing my cheek to his heart. "I know that you lived Carlisle and his wife, Esme, after your parents' death but not much else."

"Bella, my parents are dead because someone was high as a kite and drunker than a skunk and decided to get into a car and drive a hundred miles an hour on the wrong side of the road. They were hit, head-on, killed instantly. When I was hired to be your bodyguard, it was initially to protect you from your fans. However, I made it my goal to protect you from Jacob. I know he supplied you with drugs and the other stuff…Bella, I know what talents you have. You have a good heart, loving, smart, beautiful and so amazing. I've seen so much of that in the past few months since we started working together as co-stars. I hated being away from you for those two weeks, but I couldn't talk to you without wanting to smack some sense into your head. You're better than that, Bella. Please say that you know that."

"I do. Now," I said as I nestled closer to his chest. "But, when I came here at the age of eighteen, I was naïve and afraid. Jacob took me under his wing and got me parts. At what cost, I'm not so sure, but I was getting recognized. With the recognition came the parties. With the parties came the alcohol and drugs."

"I know I laid some pretty heavy stuff on your shoulders tonight, Bella. Promise me that you won't fall back to those old habits," Edward begged. His eyes were brimming with tears. "I've already lost my parents. I can't lose you, too. My heart can't bear it."

"I promise," I said. "I can't bear the thought of losing you, either."

He smiled widely and kissed me on my lips. I giggled at his exuberance, scratching his head. "I love you, Isabella Marie Swan," he mumbled against my mouth.

"I love you, Edward Masen," I replied. I kissed his lips twice more before snuggling to his side. My eyes drifted shut and for the first time since I moved to LA, in seven years, I had a sound night's sleep. All because of one man's confession and his love.

A/N: There you have it…a new story and a lemon. The next chapter will take us back to when Edward first met Bella two years ago. It's going to be a story in reverse, so to speak. However, this is not the end. It's about halfway. Maybe two-thirds. Anyhow, check out the visuals on my blog and hang out in my facebook group. We're fun. You'll get teasers and pictures and Rob Porn (did you see him surfing this weekend? I nearly crapped my pants! I may have to have this Edward surf…fun yeah?) Leave me some lovin, kids! I crave it. (Well, not really, but I do like the positive reinforcement.) I'm rambling…oops. Laters!