I Got You, Babe

Ch 28: I Got You, Babe

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Glad you’re all still here. 🙂

Thanks to SydneyGen, Greenabsinthia, and Seastarr08 for doing their thing and making me look good without laughing too much at my misuse of commas

-x-o-x-Accidentally in Love-x-o-x-


My third time flying first class was reminiscent of the first. Edward and I waited for our flight in the first class lounge, where I rolled my eyes as he inquired about getting me my own I.D. card, and within seconds of boarding the plane, a flight attendant began to flirt with him. Oh, hell no. We were not doing this again.

“Excuse me, hi,” I had pushed the button requesting assistance as soon as the fasten seat belt light was turned off. My voice was sweeter than sugar, and I made sure she saw the movement of my left hand as I put it on Edward’s arm, flashing his Grammy’s ring. “My fiancée and I are on our way to get married, and I think we need a cocktail.”

Her face soured just slightly, her lips instinctively puckered before she schooled her features and put on a plastic smile.

“Of course. What can I get you?” Her eyes were on Edward, and I realized my mistake.

I should have been more decisive – ordered champagne and brushed my hand down his chest instead of simply placing it on his arm. As I opened my mouth to kill her with more kindness, Edward took my hand and twined our fingers together.

“We’ll have mimosas.” He glanced at me and wrinkled his nose. “Their champagne isn’t the best. We’ll pick up something better before we head to the beach house.”

I nodded and glanced up at the woman who was still looking at my fiancée while he continued to gaze at me. And suddenly, I felt sorry for her. She was clueless and classless. I wondered how often she threw herself at passengers, and if it ever actually worked for her.

Edward’s fingers tightened on my hand, and I realized I was staring.

“Sorry.” I shrugged and laughed.

He shook his head, no doubt imagining my bizarre thoughts. The stripper germ conversation had pretty much sealed the deal with him thinking the inner workings of my brain were a little unusual. Not bad, he’d clarified, but unusual. He raised an eyebrow as the stewardess finally walked away with a huff. I knew he wanted me to tell him what I’d been thinking.

“I was just wondering if this gold digging thing she’s got going on ever worked.”

“Oh my God,” he chuckled as he glanced around to make sure no one had heard me. I didn’t really care anyway. If she wasn’t a gold digger, then she needed to realize it was how she presented herself. “I’m sure it does. I think airlines are like hospitals. She probably picks up passengers or fucks the pilots.”



I smacked his chest and we ended up laughing so hard, we barely managed to thank the woman when she handed us our mimosas.

When we settled down, Edward leaned forward to kiss my forehead. “You okay? You didn’t even wait for the inappropriate touching this time.”

“I was trying to be proactive, and thanks for playing along.”

His thumb made those little circles on the back of my hand that gave me butterflies in my stomach. “You know what’s funny, Swan?”

“No, Cullen, I don’t. Also, you won’t be able to call me that after we get married.”

I sipped my drink and gave him a smug look. I would miss being called Swan, but I was fully on board with becoming Isabella Cullen. I was actually genuinely looking forward to it. I’d been undecided about changing my name until Edward told me how he wanted to stay in Seattle for a couple of years, just the two of us. That was when I realized that he was exactly right. For the immediate future, it would be just the two of us, and it thrilled me. It would be me and Edward Cullen against the world, and we were going to kick some ass. Cullen style.

“Whatever.” He laughed, squeezing my hand. “I’ll always be able to call you that. And what’s funny, is that you got so bent out of shape about the flight attendant looking at me, but you didn’t even notice any of the suits in the lounge drooling over you.”

“Psh.” I rolled my eyes. That was crazy talk.

“Seriously. Every time you flipped your hair over your shoulder or laughed, heads turned. And when you dropped your book and bent over to pick it up? I thought I might have to bust out some ninja moves and kick some asses.”

“Baby, you don’t have ninja moves.” I giggled. I probably should have had more to eat before drinking any champagne.

“Yeah, but Charlie made you take self-defense, I knew you’d have my back.”

“True facts. Maybe we should get you into a taekwondo class or something when we get back from our honeymoon, then we could be abadass team, you know, fight back to back like warriors?”

He laughed and shook his head. “I have a feeling you mean like superheroes. What, exactly, is your obsession with the Super Friends?”

“You’ve met my dad, right?” I snorted. “He didn’t know what to do with a girl. So we watched a lot of television. I mean I’ve seen more Dragnet episodes than any human should have to endure, but he also shared his collection of DC Comics with me, and whenever he was home on weekend mornings, we watched Super Friends videos together.” I shrugged. “He was, by far, not the greatest dad, but I could kick major ass in trivia about cop shows and superheroes.”

“Those are good skills to have.” The look on his face was entirely serious, like it was a given. It was dorky and adorable.

I was so in love with him it wasn’t funny, and the words just sort of spilled out. “I love you.”

His face lit up, and he grinned back at me. “Good thing I love you too then. And you know what?”

I grinned back at him, I couldn’t resist, and I had to laugh, just imagining what he was thinking. “No, what?”

“I think we should get married.”

“How about this weekend?” I tried to look serious as I played along with his game.

“I’ll text Alice as soon as we land, I bet she can set it up. Now, why don’t you finish my mimosa and take a nap.”

“Best fiancée ever!” I giggled. Yeah, I totally should have had a bigger breakfast.

-x-o-x-Accidentally in Love-x-o-x-

Riley picked us up at the airport, and we headed into the city for a quick stop to try on my dress. I ran in by myself while Edward made a coffee run and Riley circled the block. After having the dress declared a perfect fit, it was loaded into a large garment bag, and I texted the boys to come get me. Edward grabbed the bag from me, and his mouth dropped open at the weight.

“Holy shit! What’s in here, your whole wardrobe?”

“Yes,” I rolled my eyes, “and I plan to wear it all on Saturday.”

He laughed and kissed my forehead before lifting it into the back of Riley’s Range Rover and gently laying it over our luggage.

Riley had the summer off from his graduate classes and was ready to spend some time in the Hamptons. He and Edward sat in the front seats and caught up as we drove. I heard bits and pieces of the conversation as words occasionally drifted through the seats to me but, for the most part, I had no idea what they were talking about and found my mind drifting to the next few days.

I knew Alice had everything organized, but there were still last minute things to do. I wanted to help with the favors, so I’d had her schedule in some time for us to bag up chocolate sea shells and tie them with pretty raffia bows. Edward thought the idea of favors was ridiculous, but agreed that we should give something that would be used or eaten and not something that would collect dust.

There were quite a few things we needed to deliver to the resort for the reception, but unlike any wedding in Forks I’d heard about, we didn’t have to set anything up ourselves. Between Alice and the club, they had “people” to take care of everything. It would probably take years for me to fully adjust to all of the things that were different in Edward’s monied world. I couldn’t see anyone in his family wiping down tables with bleach water at the VFW hall before building a balloon arch and putting bowls out for Jordan almonds or butter mints. I had to laugh, imagining the stroke Alice would have from dealing with the locals had if we’d gotten married in Forks.

At some point, the ride put me to sleep. I woke up when the engine cut off and realized we were at the beach. Riley parked, and both he and Edward turned to look at me from the front seat.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Edward grinned at me, and Riley made some kind of wiping moment making me think I’d drooled. I quickly wiped my face and he threw his head back laughing. Bastard.

I stuck my tongue out at him and they both laughed. Running my hand through my hair, I recognizing exactly where we were.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, confused.

“Dropping Riley off. He’s going to let us use the Rover for a few days.”

“Oh, wow. Thanks, Ry.”

“Don’t thank me,” he winked, “this is Char’s.”

We all climbed out of the car, and I gave Riley another hug before Edward and I got back in the car. He backed out of the driveway and took my hand as we headed down the beach road. His thumb made little circles on the back of my hand. He should have trademarked that move. That one and his panty dropping smile that always, well, made my panties drop. I snorted to myself and he shook his head at my antics.

“Okay,” I sat up in my seat, looking over my shoulder at a house that looked very familiar. “I haven’t spent a lot of time here, but didn’t we just pass your parent’s place?”


“Um, okay. Aren’t they expecting us? Where are we going?”

“I texted Alice and told her our flight was late.”

“Ah, I’m sure she’s checked her flight tracker app and knows you’re full of shit.”

“Huh.” He glanced over at me with surprise. “I didn’t think of that.” He turned back to the road and continued driving.

“You still didn’t tell me where we’re going.”

“The cottage.”

“Ugh, you’re not going to tell me?”

He chuckled and made a quick turn down a side street, then pulled into a driveway not a half a mile from his parents. Hopping out of the car, he made his way over to my side and opened my door.

“My lady.”

I cocked an eyebrow, but let him take my hand before following him to the house. After entering a quick code, the door opened and he led me into an adorable little house.

“It’s three bedrooms and a pullout couch. We’ve rented it before when we ran out of room at the house. I figured it would be nice for Ang and Garrett and the Three Stooges,” he explained, referring to a trio of our friends from the hospital, Collin, Brady and Bree. They had shared an apartment for several years and, although none of them were dating, they bickered like old married couples. They had all just finished their residencies with Garrett and Edward and were scattering to Tacoma, Portland and Eureka. They had turned our wedding weekend into their last hurrah, and Garrett and Ang would be more than willing to take part in the madness.

“That’s a good plan. Wouldn’t want them to keep anyone awake.”

My father and his new girlfriend were flying in the day before the wedding and staying at Carlisle and Esme’s, but after my mother’s lackluster response when I’d emailed to tell her I was engaged, we hadn’t even invited her. A couple of Edward’s friends from college were staying at the house as well, but Jessica and our friend Leah from work had insisted on getting a hotel room at the resort, saying even if they weren’t in the wedding it would increase their chances of hooking up. Angela teased them, saying they needed all the help they could get, but I was just glad they were coming. No matter where we’d chosen to get married, our guest list would have been heavy on the Cullen side, but in New York, my list was practically non-existent. I was alright with it, all that mattered to me was at the end of the day I would be Mrs. Edward Cullen.

“So,” Edward drawled, leaning against the wall next to the stairway with that damn smile on his face that made me melt. “Want to check out one of the bedrooms?”

“You are so naughty!” I laughed, slipping my arms around him.

“Well, yeah, but I’m also practical. My brother surely has plans tocockblock us at every turn. Add that to the fact that the house will be overflowing with people, and we’re going to be adhering to Alice’s strict schedule.” His fingers teased along the neckline of my v-neck shirt. “This may be our last chance before the wedding.”

“How did I get so lucky to find such a smart fiancée?”

“Dumb luck. Now stop talking and let me seduce you.”

I opened my mouth to get in the last word, but his lips covered mine and anything I might have said was forgotten. His hands slid along my sides, over my ass and down to my legs, which he lifted so I could wrap them around his waist. We bumped our way up the stairs, frantically kissing as I tried to lift Edward’s shirt and get my hands on his back. He stopped at the top of the stairs and pressed me into the wall, grinding his hips against me and claiming my mouth with his.

“Bedroom?” I managed, slowing lowering my legs and pulling his shirt over his head.

He put his fingers through my belt loops and pulled me towards a door behind him before reaching for the zipper on my shorts. We couldn’t undress each other fast enough, kicking shoes off and tossing clothes behind us we moved towards the bed.

I climbed on the mattress and threw the decorative pillows on the floor as he took off his pants. He lay beside me, his eyes slowly moving over my body, and I felt myself blushing. He’d seen me hundred of times, but he looked at me with such intensity, it always made me nervous that he might see something he didn’t like.

His gaze dropped to my chest, then flitted back to my face. I watched his eyes get darker and he licked his lips before leaning down to my breasts. He licked and sucked, nipped and kneaded until I was desperate for him. He slid down my body, peppering kisses and swirling his tongue around my belly button, making us both laugh. Then it was serious again as he settled between my legs, kissing me in an altogether different, but oh-so satisfying way.

When he added his fingers to the mix, I was done for, writhing and pulling his hair. He knew my body so well. He knew exactly where to touch me and how to drive me wild. In no time, I was crying out and arching against him as my orgasm exploded, sending waves of bliss throughout my body. Then he was sliding into me, rolling his hips with each thrust to make sure he hit my clit every time.

“Feels so good,” Edward whispered, finding my lips and kissing me, hard. His hips never stopped and our bodies moved together, perfectly. “Can you come again? I’m so close. Fuck.”

I nodded, too close to find my voice for more than a sharp cry.

“Oh yeah. I feel that.”

I had no idea what he felt, but I was about to burst into flames or shatter into a million pieces. I felt like I was on the verge of something huge. He shifted, pushing my legs closer to my chest and drove his hips into me. After only a couple of deep, powerful thrusts, he stopped, pressing us together as he jerked inside of me. That was all it took. My back arched and I cried out, everything in me drawing tight before it released, leaving me boneless and sated.

Afterwards, I rested with my head on his shoulder, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest. He hugged me close before kissing the top of my head, stroking my back with his hand.

I’m not sure how long we snuggled like that, but his heart had slowed under my hand before I finally spoke,”We need to get up. It’s only a matter of time before they send out a search party.”

His voice rumbled against my ear, “We’ll get up when they find us.”

He circled my nipple with the tip of his finger, grinning evilly as he watched it harden. I bit my lip and felt my heart rate start to pick up.

“I guess that’s a plan I can get behind.” I took him in my hand, making long lazy strokes, and he began to get hard again.

“Fuck.” He growled, his hand dropping down to squeeze my hip. “Rollover, let me get behind you.”

I moaned and did as he asked. I got wet just thinking about the way he filled me like that. He sat up on his knees and slid his hands down my back, and Beethoven’s 5th started playing from Edward’s phone on the floor beside us. He continued to touch me, his hands moving to my front, cupping my breasts. I gasped as he gave my nipples sharp pinches. He chuckled and caressed them gently with his fingers in apology and Gangnam Style blared from my phone.

“Ignore it.”

I whimpered at his commanding tone. Bossy Edward was an entirely different level of fuckhot. He reached around and ran his fingers along my wet folds before circling my clit. I arched into his hand and his fingers started pumping into me. The phone call was all but forgotten.

His fingers disappeared and he replaced them with his cock, thrusting into me hard and fast. My eyes rolled back and I groaned, loving the way he stretched me. He pulled back, almost all the way out, then pushed forward again, beginning a driving pace. His hands found my hips, pulling me even tighter against him as his hips rocked into me, over and over.

Everything in my body was tightening, building something that was just out of reach until he pressed a palm between my shoulders and I lowered my head. He slid into me at a slightly different angle, and it was exactly what I needed, hitting me just right. I went over the edge, shaking and crying out Edward’s name as my body spasmed and clenched around him.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered, slowing down and gathering my hair before placing a kiss on the back of my neck. “So good.”

His body stretched out over me and his hands slid forward, closing over my wrists. He made several tortuously long and slow strokes before stilling. His fingers dug into me, and he groaned in my ear, his hips pressed tightly against my ass as he came.

We lay in a heap catching our breath and I wanted to soak it all up. Every second we spent joined, every ragged breath he puffed against my ear. It was probably the last chance we would get to be just Edward and Bella, aside from sleeping, until we faced each other at the altar. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the feel of Edward’s chest against my back.

It had only been a few minutes, but I was totally relaxed as Edward stretched beside me and ran his fingers through my hair. His phone pinged, indicating he had an incoming text, and he groaned. We both knew that we needed to get up and go to his parent’s house, but it would have been nice to do it on our own terms, uninterrupted.

He muttered something I couldn’t hear as he rolled over and grabbed his phone. I sighed and flopped onto my back as he swiped across the screen and read the message.

He snorted as he read, then laughed. “We’re busted, not that I really care.” He rolled back over to face me and handed me his phone.

“What?” I laughed before I read the screen. Apparently we’d been unaware of several texts as they came through.


Answer your phone. Where R U?


Don’t make me come find you.

I know where U R. Change the sheets. Perv.

As I finished reading, Edward climbed over me, caging me between his arms and legs. “You ready for this?”

I shrugged. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

He grinned and leaned down, making a smacking sound as he kissed me on the forehead. He jumped up and started searching for his clothes, throwing my things at me when he found them.

“Alright, then,” he laughed. “Let’s let the cockblocking begin!”

I groaned and fastened my bra. It was time to face my soon-to-be in-laws, in all of their kooky, over-sharing, cockblocking glory.

-x-o-x-Accidentally in Love-x-o-x-


*Waves from behind my giant glass of lemonade* Um, hey, you guys! LOL Yeah, so we didn’t accomplish as much time in this chapter as I meant to…stupid horny Edward getting in the way of my plans! I hope you all don’t mind too much. 🙂 Thanks again for reading – see you in two weeks!

Oh – and I just want to say – I don’t mean any offense to any flight attendants. I’ve met some great ones. It just works in the story to have skeevy attendants eyeing Edward. If you didn’t see the great article this week about the JetBlue flight attendants saving a wedding, Google it. Awesome folks.

Here’s a picture of the cottage.
Someone asked if I have pictures of B’s dress or if it’s in my head. I do have real pics, but just like Edward, you won’t see it til the wedding! 🙂


Loose Screws by AgoodWITCH (WIP 106ch so far)
Summary: When your college degree & 2.25 will get you on a ride on a subway, if you weren’t stuck in the Podunk town of Forks, Bella struggles to figure out her adult life. A job that was a last resort & a feeling she can’t get rid of lead her down a path she never imagined. Forks Hardware is the beginning of that journey, & it’s easy to see that to work there requires a few loose screws.

Land in My Arms by luckyirishtart (Complete) Pilotward and Soldierward mixed together. There’s just something about this fic for me. I’ve read it several times already, and I’ll probably read it again now after rec’ing it.

Summary: A pilot, a flight attendant, a bond with unconventional origins. When the thing you’re not supposed to feel is inevitable, what delays would you fight against to make your connection? AH, E/B




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