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This coincides with the Aro outtakes, actually. Again, this is "some" of what you didn't see between chapters 24 and 25. Starring Edward and Bella! :) YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ THE ARO OUTTAKES, WHICH ARE CHAPTERS ONE AND TWO. YOU'LL LIKE THEM, I SWEAR IT. Enjoy!

A "Quiet Storm" Outtake.

"The Skip"

"Stop," I laughed and stopped Bella's hands. "I'm not ticklish, so just stop…"

"Yeah, right," she giggled and dug right into my armpit, which caused me to giggle.

"Come on…you wanted to watch this." I pointed to the television.

We were watching one of the Harry Potter flicks. Well, she was watching it. I was practicing sleeping with my eyes open. Every time I'd nod off, I'd feel her eyes on me. Then she'd say, "wake up!", and poke me. Why is it so important I see this? I have no idea. My guess is that since we went to Potterworld, and I showed a little interest, I should be subjected to all things Potter; like I didn't get enough when we were in Orlando.

"You saw this before, right?" I wove my fingers into her hair and pushed it away from her neck.

She nodded. "Watch—" She pointed. "That diary, Tom Riddle's diary—that's Voldemort—" she whispered. "It's a horcrux. You'll know what those are later."

"Later?" I pursed my lips as my eyes lingered on her neck. "How about…" I kissed her neck, "we pause this…watch it later, and you give me a blow job now?" I nearly pleaded.

"There are six more movies—one hasn't come out yet—so five."

"What?" I weighed the options in my head. For a blow job now, I'll have to watch this dude fly around; like some fairy on a broomstick…for roughly fifteen hours of my life that I will never get back.

"They just get better. This one is my favorite, and it's important. That's why I want you to pay attention. You have to pay close attention to all of them, but to get the gist of the last two movies, you really have to pay attention to this one." She smiled while she gave my thigh a squeeze and faced the screen.

"Fuck that…" I grumbled. "You mean to tell me that Voldemort—"

She giggled and placed her hand over my mouth. "Don't say his name so loud!"

I removed her hand. "You mean to tell me that Tommy No-Nose chases this douche for seven movies? Just how powerful is this fuck if he can't kill a boy? Fuck a magic wand—grab an AK or some shit." I ranted.

She continued to laugh at me. "He is the chosen one."

I didn't say a word and folded my arms across my chest.

"You want some more popcorn?"

I made a face and stuck out my tongue. "I want something…but Orville Redenbacher can't help me…I'm not into that." I looked down to my lap.

"What?" she laughed at me.

"Nothing—grab me the Fritos and a Mountain Dew," I said. "Thank you…"

She nodded and stood up. Then I watched her ass, longingly, as she left the couch. I reached out to touch it and pulled her back onto my lap. "I love you…"

"I love you too. You're amazing for watching this…" She melted back. "I just—I like sharing this with you."

"Right." I ran my hands up her torso and palmed her breasts. Then I groaned; I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. The hands traveled back down.

"Edward…" She pushed my hands away when they tried to sneak up her shirt.

"That's me." I bucked my erection into her ass.

She giggled and turned in my arms. Then I watched as she slid down my lap and onto her knees. My stomach tied in knots, and I was suddenly an overexcited mess. "I love you…tomorrow…we'll go shopping…anything you want," I promised.

She shook her head no. "I've seen all the movies. Maybe you need some…stimulation…something to stimulate you? For every Potter movie you watch, I'll blow you."

I thought about it and it was stupid. Even if I said no, she'll likely blow me anyway. "You don't have to do that." I grinned and went with the selfless route. "I'll watch them either way."

"Martyrdom doesn't suit you." She began to pull my pajama pants off.

"I tried…" I squirmed and lifted my ass. "Let's go to bed, so you can sit on my face—"

Potter has nothing on Edward Cullen.

I never saw Bella move so fast before. She jumped to her feet and ran out of the living room. I giggled as I stood and righted my pants, then I ran just as fast as she did.

Brutus didn't know what the fuck was going on and was still running after Bella when I entered the hall. "She's mine." I patted his head, and then stilled myself to watch Bella undress from the doorway.

"What are you staring at?" She lost her shirt and quickly went for her sweats.

"You…" I pulled off my t-shirt and walked to her.

She stood naked before me and pointed to the floor. "I want you…to get on your knees."

I grinned as I got down to my knees and reached for her. I was ready to dive right into her…

She backed away from me. "Kiss my foot." She lifted it.

I kissed her foot as I laughed. "What's this?" I sucked on her big toe.

She took her foot back and turned around. "Now…kiss my ass cheek."

I licked my lips as I stared at her ass. "Which one?" I palmed them both as my cell phone rang.

"Whichever…No, the left. You're mine…so you'll do what I want you to. We always do what you want."

"Okay…" I rubbed my nose along her soft skin before I placed a gentle kiss down. "Go lie on your stomach."

"Edward…you go lie on your stomach." She turned to face me.

I laughed. "You're not touching my ass."

She pursed her lips. "Okay…" She backed away from me and turned to lie on her stomach.

I lost my pants as that phone just kept on ringing.

"Just answer it…" Bella sighed, rolling onto her back.

I groaned and grabbed my cell from my chest of drawers. When I saw that it was Aro, I knew I had to take the call. "I have to…" I told Bella and placed the phone to my ear, just to listen.

"You there?" Aro asked.

"A-huh." I stifled a groan by biting my knuckles.

Bella was staring right at me while she twirled her finger around her clit. I walked to her and spread her legs wider. I wanted a better look, and I wanted to help her. She focused on her clit while I fingered her. She was so fucking wet already. I dipped my head low to get a quick taste.

"Oh…" Bella tossed her head back.

"Shhh." I stood straight but kept pumping my finger in and out.

"Skip?"

"Uh…what?" I used my thumb to massage her clit. She had forgotten all about it and pinched her nipples instead. "Make it quick."

"I will," Bella said.

"Not you," I laughed.

"Oh yeah…" Bella breathed. "More…I want more."

I inserted another finger. "Mister," I said to get Aro's attention. "What's going on?"

"Is this a bad time?"

"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes…" Bella again, but I doubt Aro could hear her. She was so low and I only wished she was screaming. My friend has impeccable timing. Why couldn't he call when the second movie started? It pissed me off.

"Fucking talk, already." I picked up the pace with my hand.

"Oh God," Bella whispered a moan. I sucked a breath through my teeth and bit her nipple, hard. "Shit!" Bella didn't bother to whisper. I chuckled and leaned away.

"Um…I had a little problem," Aro whispered.

I winced and took my hand back. "What kind of problem?"

Bella kicked me, and I grabbed her foot to hold it still.

"Our friend…Sticky Fingers?" He meant Alec. "He uh…made a wrong turn…I tried to give him directions but he got lost…he's gone."

I nodded and laughed, but it was so far from funny it was scary. I stood up to put my pants back on. "You fucking had do it—you couldn't listen…or wait..."

"It wasn't like that," Aro said.

"Edward," Bella whined.

I ignored her and ran into my office. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked.

"I tried—"

"You didn't do a fucking thing but go against what I said!" I shouted.

"Edward…what's wrong?" Bella poked her head in.

I closed my eyes tightly and took the phone away from my ear. "I'm sorry…" I groaned and moved her away from my office door. "I have to…I'm sorry." While I closed the door she nodded like it was okay, but it wasn't okay. "Love you…I shouldn't be long."

I closed the door and placed the phone back to my ear. "And Blondie's with you, right?"

"Yes…"

"You're so fucking stupid…" I began to worry about him now.

"I don't know…I see her…she cleans up pretty good."

"I don't give a fuck. The only cleaning SHE should be doing is licking down your cock after you fucking jizz!" I screamed and was seconds away from losing my shit. "She's not your wife. She's no one…"

"It's me. All me. Don't say stuff like that. I—I—"

"Don't beg. It's beneath you…" I paused. "There are rules for a reason," I said. "I'm so disappointed in you. Do you have any idea how slim my choices are?"

"I know that—"

"No, you don't. There's really limited gray here…Look, where are you?" I asked.

He didn't reply.

I nodded and waited. I wasn't going to ask again, and he still wasn't answering me. I knew he was there because I heard him breathing. And so I reached into my desk for my emergency cell phone. While I waited for Aro get his head out of his ass, I called Joe, and hit the mute button on my cell. I tested it first, and Aro didn't comment. "Joe…yeah…it's me."

"What's up?" he asked, and there was loud music in the background.

"You at the tit shack?"

"Fucking Marissa…she's busting my balls again…if it's not one thing it's another, but you know how it goes…" he sighed.

"No, I don't—" I said, right when Aro decided to speak. "Hold on." I placed my one cell close to abdomen to listen to Aro.

"We're at a hotel," he whispered.

"A hotel?" I asked.

"Yeah…nothing popped, no peeping Tom's. It's fine." Aro's voice cracked. "It's cold up here. I can't wait for spring."

I actually grinned, happy that Aro told me the truth. I knew he was there. He's a creature of habit, and if he lied about where he was, I was going to send Joe up there to get them. "Take care of it…accidents happen all the time, especially in high traffic areas."

"Will do…"

"I'll see you at…" I couldn't think up a metaphor for funeral. "-the thing. I'm sure people will be very sad."

"There has to be a thing?"

"Regardless of his shitty sense of direction…" I trailed off. "No…accidents in high traffic," I said again, wondering why he didn't understand that. I want Alec found, so there can be a funeral.

"I get it," he said. "I know."

"You better be there. If I have to look for you and Blondie…we won't be having coffee. You feel me?"

"I do…I'll be seeing you," Aro said.

I ended the call and just hung up on Joe.

My hands felt tied and my stomach felt sick. For the first time ever, I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to take care of Aro myself, just for going against me. But then, another part of me knows that Alec had it coming.

Fuck that.

After hours of thinking about the same issues repeatedly, I finally came to a solution. I decided to go to this funeral. See how everything plays out, and hear the rest of the story.

Because there's always more to the story.

And, if it's what I think it is—Aro blatantly going against my word—he's done.

The End