муз. М. Дунаевского, М. Бартенев, А. Усачев

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мюзикл в 2-х действиях

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Режиссер-постановщик – заслуженный деятель искусств России Александр Михайлов
Балетмейстеры-постановщики - Светлана Щекотихина, заслуженный артист Украины Олег Николаев
Художник - Мария Михайлова
Художник по костюмам – лауреат национальной театральной премии «Золотая маска» Ольга Резниченко
Художник по свету – Елена Подколзина
Музыкальный руководитель спектакля – Стас Курбатский
Аранжировка и запись музыки - Стас Курбатский, Саша Михайлов
Хормейстер - Ольга Селина
Педагог по вокалу - Валерия Торгова
Помощник режиссера - Марина Егурнова

    Новый мюзикл М. Дунаевского "Алые паруса", написанный по мотивам знаменитой повести Александра Грина, отличается яркой мелодичностью и свежестью музыкальных интонаций. Палитра композитора удивительно широка и разнообразна: от пронзительной лирики до высокой трагедии. Судьба юной романтической девушки Ассоль, ждущей прекрасного капитана, предстает в мюзикле куда более драматичной историей, нежели в гриновской повести. М. Дунаевский столкнул в яростном противостоянии мир прекрасной фантазии с жестокой реальностью, погрузил героев в музыкальную стихию полную страсти и напряжения.

Лизунь, мне комп починили)))

Здорово!!!

Late Night Encounters 14 ~ A Dash of Spice

I can't be without you, Edward. I know it sounds crazy, but I'm in love with you."

I'd said the words and there was no taking them back. I released the breath I'd been holding as I took in his expression, his face frozen and unreadable, and I felt my stomach flip nervously.

"I know, I know, it's too soon. And I don't expect you to say it back, but I needed to and—" I rambled as I attempted to preserve whatever dignity I had remaining.

"Bella," he stopped me suddenly and I couldn't even bring myself to breathe in again. His expression was still devoid of any emotion other than shock, and my throat tightened in anxious anticipation. "That's what the text said?"

I gazed at him for another moment before releasing a heavy sigh and grabbing my phone off the desk. I couldn't look at him anymore without risking the traitorous tears that were threatening to fall. My eyes moved to the screen of my phone, scrolling through the numerous texts from Alice that had filtered in throughout the day, apologizing for missing lunch, yet again. Until I came across the misdirected text to Rose.

I love you, Edward. ~B

I stared at the four words displayed on the screen before swallowing nervously and forwarding it to the intended recipient. Wrapping my arms around my bent legs, I rested my forehead against my knees to hide the tears that had now fallen over my lids as I heard Edward's phone buzz with the incoming text.

His silence that followed unnerved me and I refused to look up, dreading what I might see in his eyes. I knew Edward well enough to know that he would never intentionally do or say anything to hurt me, and that knowledge gave me a slight respite from the overwhelming fear. The only thing that scared me was the awkwardness that was bound to arise between us with my revelation if the feelings were in fact one-sided.

However, I couldn't bring myself to regret telling him how I felt, either. I'd spent the entire night before kicking myself for chickening out when I finally spoke to him. I'd come so close when we were saying goodnight, but he'd sounded so tired after his long drive. And I knew it wasn't something that could be left dangling in the air as we said goodbye. The thought that I might have missed my chance, with his words on the phone that morning, plagued my mind all day.

The infamous 'we need to talk'.

I couldn't focus on anything else throughout the day, often catching myself staring off aimlessly behind the counter as the lines of waiting customers formed. How would I manage my life without him, especially since he'd become such an integral part of my life? I ran dozens of random moments of our week together through my mind, remembering his smile, how he held me as we lay together in bed, running his fingers gently through my hair. The piercing way he gazed into my eyes the moment before his lips touched mine. And rather than scaring me away as it once would, all of these details made one thing abundantly clear; it was more important than ever to tell him how I felt about him.

No matter what, he deserved to know, just as much as I needed him to.

With each moment of his silence, I felt the unpleasant knot in the pit of my stomach forming. As my phone vibrated in my hand, I simply turned my head to the side with my temple resting on my knee to hide my face while I read the new text from Edward. If not for the current situation between us, I would have laughed at the absurdity of it— texting me instead of speaking into the mic.

Bella, look up.

Drawing in a deep breath, I bit nervously on my lower lip and lifted my eyes to gaze at his face. His expression was serene and his amazing smile stretched across his face.

"I love you, too," he whispered and my entire body froze. I searched his eyes and face frantically, and nothing changed. He was almost eerily calm, leaving me no reason to doubt his sincerity and the first genuine smile I'd had all day pulled at the corners of my mouth. "So much."

"Really?" I asked before I could stop myself, and an almost girlish giggle escaped my lips. I lowered my legs and rested my elbows on my desk, covering my face with my hands. All the energy I'd wasted throughout the day worrying about that conversation caught up with me all at once, and my body began trembling with the tears that began relentlessly falling from my eyes.

"Bella, are you alright?" he inquired softly and my hands abruptly fell, and I nodded. "Not exactly the reaction I was expecting. Why are you crying?"

I gazed at the worried expression in his eyes and I shook my head with a smile. "I don't know. I'm just... relieved, I guess. That and I wish you weren't so far away. Isn't this supposed to be a 'seal it with a kiss' moment?"

He released an uncomfortable laugh and his eyebrows rose as he bobbed his head from side to side in thought. "I guess so. But the only other alternative would have been to wait until March."

"Yeah, that wasn't an option at all. I would have exploded by then." I chuckled in response, shaking my head and lowering my eyes, running my finger distractedly along the edge of my desk.

"I'm pretty sure I would have, too," he said quietly and when he didn't speak again after a moment, I looked back to him, noticing that the nervousness had reappeared on his face. "So, where does that leave us now?"

"Well," I started and waited for his eyes to raise back to mine questioningly. "I don't think the label of 'exclusive internet lover' is exactly appropriate anymore."

"Yeah, that does sound a bit tacky for this, huh?" Edward nodded in amusement, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. I chuckled nervously, tucking my hands inside the sleeves of my shirt to keep myself from biting my nails. "I guess that would make you my ... girlfriend?"

My smile grew and I felt my cheeks heat with excitement. "Girlfriend. I like it."

We continued to talk for hours, and for once, sex was the furthest thing from my mind as I gazed at him. I was completely wrapped up in the moment with him, wanting every memory of it to be absolutely perfect—and it was. Right down to the first 'I love you' from each us before we said goodnight.

When I finally forced him to go to bed, I grabbed my phone and called the only person I could share this with. "I have a boyfriend, Rose!"

"I'm happy for you," she mumbled groggily into the phone and it was only then that I looked at the time.

It was nearly midnight.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't realize what time it was. I just had to tell someone," I mumbled apologetically.

"Hold up," Rose interrupted, suddenly becoming more alert. "What did you say?"

"I talked to Edward tonight. I told him everything," I replied, biting my lip in an attempt to contain my excitement. "He loves me, Rose."

"I told you that you were worrying over nothing," she said in a satisfied tone, chuckling softly.

x-x-x

The next several weeks passed and we fell back into our routine—nightly meetings online, satisfying each other as best as we could through the internet. While the addition of the 'I love yous' exchanged at the end of every call still sent a thrill shooting through me, after spending that week in his arms and actually feeling everything he was now only describing to me, I was aching even more for March.

And we were only at the end of January.

The previous Saturday – before he'd begun his excruciatingly long week on call – I'd received my itinerary for my flight to Chicago, giving me a momentary burst of excitement and I immediately forwarded the email to Edward.

However, it just as quickly ebbed as I glanced at the date of the flight, remembering that it was still seven weeks away, and I missed him even more.

"Why the long face, Miss Young and In Love?" Rose said, bringing me back to the present as she straddled the bench on the opposite side of the picnic table. "Things not going well with Dr. Green Eyes?"

"No. I mean, yes, everything's fine," I replied, looking up from my phone and giving her a weak smile. She quirked an eyebrow at me knowingly and I sighed. "It's just … I didn't think it was going to be this hard. Being away from him. And now with him being on call this past week—"

"What about the sex life?" she asked with a chuckle as she interrupted me, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Rose," I groaned, covering my face with my hands in embarrassment. Although we'd touched lightly on the topic of my nightly activities with Edward, I still wasn't entirely comfortable openly discussing the intimate details of my relationship. "It's fine."

"Just 'fine'? That shouldn't be the case for at least six months. The honeymoon phase hasn't even passed yet," she replied, shaking her head. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I sighed heavily, but she leaned forward on the table insistently.

"Who else are you going to talk to, Bella? Alice?" she retorted sarcastically with a roll of her eyes, and I knew she was right. Aside from Edward, there was no one else I could talk to, as I still hadn't seen Alice more than in brief passing in school since I'd been home. "So spill."

I took a deep breath, nervously picking at the spiral binding of my notebook. "It's still good, Rose. I'm not complaining. It's just that, after actually being with him, I kinda always want more. And this week, I've only gotten to talk to him once, and a couple of text messages. But that's normal, right? I mean, I love him and I want to be with him so much."

"I think I'd be more worried if you weren't feeling this way. But you still have a while before you can be with him, so why not make the best of what you have?" she replied casually with a shrug. "Get inventive."

"What do you mean?" I asked with a furrowed brow.

"Spice things up, Isabella Swan," she persisted and looked down at her watch. "How long do you have until he gets off work?"

I glanced down at my phone and brought my eyes back to Rose. "Six hours, why?"

"Okay, pack it up, we're going shopping," she said quickly, reaching across the table to gather my books.

"What?"

Grabbing my elbow and bag, she pulled me up from my seat. "You heard me. Take a break from studying, it's Sunday. Day of rest and all that, and we don't have time to waste."

"But Rose, that's due tomorrow," I replied fruitlessly as she aimed us for the parking lot.

EPOV

The past week had been hell, and it was still three hours from finally being over. The last time I'd had a free moment to even text Bella was the night before, and it'd been three days since I'd actually spoken to her. I'd definitely underestimated how difficult the week would be until I'd actually experienced it.

It was my first week on call since returning home from New York, and if I'd thought it was unbearable before that trip, I'd been entirely mistaken.

After having Bella beside me almost constantly for an entire week, feeling her lips against mine, her body writhing both above and beneath me—real life was the unbearable part.

Just as I was reaching for my phone to send her a quick text while I ate, it began vibrating in my pocket and I instantly smiled. Knowing it was probably Bella just getting home, I pulled it out and glanced down at the screen, and subsequently let out a heavy sigh.

Knew that would get ya. LOL -Em

My eyes rose to find Emmett laughing at the entrance to the cafeteria. I attempted to disguise my hand gesture by discreetly running it through my hair as I placed a chip in my mouth with the other hand. I lifted the phone again to text Bella, and once again, it began vibrating.

Come on, Doc. Don't be that way.

Taking a slow, deep breath to calm myself, I hit reply.

Only have 10 minutes left. Haven't talked to her all day.

No sooner did I send it and the phone buzzed in my hand again, causing me to close my eyes and growl in frustration. One simple text, that's all I'm asking for. "Damn it, Emmett."

"What?" His voice sounded in front of me and I opened my eyes to find him standing at my table. "You seem a little bit testy there, Edward. Think you might need some relaxation techniques when you get home tonight."

I rolled my eyes as he chuckled and winked, attempting to ignore him by looking down at my messages. My smile returned when I viewed her name on the text and opened it.

I'm home and waiting for you. xo B

"Just ready for this week to be over," I replied distractedly as I waited for the attachment to load from the message. Slowly, her beautiful face appeared on the screen, the pure innocence of the picture took my breath away. There was a soft smile on her lips and her dark hair cascaded over her white satin pillows. But it was the subtle glint in her eyes that was reserved only for me and the way her tight gray t-shirt stretched snugly across her perfect breasts that caused me to bite back a groan.

"Okay, you haven't so much as blinked in over thirty seconds. What's up?" Emmett said suddenly and I casually attempted to adjust my reaction to the picture. "Wow, that must really be one hell of a message."

'Fuck you,' I mouthed with raised eyebrows as I went back to the text and hit reply.

Can't wait to be there, baby. 3 more hours. xo ~E

"Wow, frustrated much, Doc?" Emmett chuckled, biting into his apple with a smirk.

I sighed heavily, opening the picture again and glancing down at it. The only other picture I had on my phone that was appropriate to show him was one I had taken of her in New York as she slept against my chest. We'd laid down in the middle of the afternoon after a busy morning of walking around the city, and almost the instant she curled herself against my side, she was fast asleep. It was nothing sexual at all—just the simple comfort with each other and the peaceful moment. And because of that, it was far too personal and intimate. However, Emmett had been nagging at me for weeks about seeing what Bella looked like, so I scanned through my email to find the one she'd sent me. When I finally found it, I opened the attachment and held out my phone to him.

"If you were stuck here and had this waiting at home for you, wouldn't you be frustrated, too?"

Emmett's eyes widened as he took in the image, grabbing my phone from my hand for a closer look. "Damn! This is what you left behind? Shit, I can see why you're so damn edgy."

"Yes, now give me back my phone," I said urgently as I heard it buzzing in his hand, but he kept dodging my attempts to reach it. "Emmett, seriously, I'm on limited time here. I have to get back to the floor soon."

Emmett shook his head, gazing at her picture for a moment longer before handing my phone back to me. "I honestly don't know how you do it, man. If I had someone like that almost two thousand miles away from me, I'd be on the next fucking flight to LAX."

"I do it because I have to, Em," I replied tensely as I glanced down at the screen again to read the incoming text.

Hope you're not too tired. I have a surprise for you. Rose took me shopping

"What a crock of shit. They have hospitals in LA, you know," Emmett blurted as my thumbs moved over the keys to respond.

I ignored him as well as I possibly could, certainly not needing him to point out things that I'd already thought about myself. "If logistics were the only problem, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"There's no snow in California, either," he said suddenly and my brow knitted together as I looked up to him, and then glanced out the window he was pointing at and grimaced at the sight. Endless sheets of Chicago snow blanketed the view and had begun to accumulate along the bottom ledge over the course of the afternoon. Sighing heavily, I added to my text before sending.

Get anything interesting? I'll be home asap. Bad storm.

"First of all, she's not from California, she just goes to school there," I grunted in frustration, lifting my tray and rising from the table, with Emmett following close behind me. "Once she graduates, who knows where she'll be. And until then, neither of us can really make any kind of decision like that."

"And you're just gonna keep cranking your shank until then?" Emmett exclaimed gruffly as we walked out of the cafeteria.

"A little louder, why don't you. I don't think every wing of the hospital quite caught that," I hissed under my breath, calming as I heard my phone again. "And no, we'll see each other before then. That's what visits are for."

"She's coming here?" he shouted loudly with wide eyes. "Holy shit!"

"I didn't exactly say that, but yes," I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes as they lowered back to my phone.

You tell me. Get home safe and this will be there waiting.

Opening the attachment, my breath caught in my throat at the image displayed on my screen. Even without the face, I would know that body anywhere, and her attire was not helping my uncomfortable predicament. Her body draped across her bed, no longer in the snug t-shirt, but now in a silky, dark blue negligee, with lace encircling her ribs. The provocative garment accentuated the swell of her breasts and the soft curves of her waist beautifully, and I physically had to swallow down the moan that threatened to escape me.

"Oh fuck," I heard from beside me, suddenly remembering that Emmett was still there, and my eyes shot over to him. He quickly averted his gaze and cleared his throat. "Man, I'm sorry. But damn."

"That's my girlfriend you're panting over," I replied in a warning tone, hurriedly shoving my phone into the pocket of my white coat until I could privately reply to her.

"California is looking better all the time, Eddie." Emmett chuckled, clapping his hand on my shoulder as we re-entered the ER, and he continued down the long corridor while I stopped at the triage desk.

Wow baby. That was an eyeful, for me AND Emmett.

Stashing my phone in my pocket again, I grabbed the next chart, hoping that engulfing myself with work would help distract me from the straining erection I was now sporting. And suddenly thankful I'd worn jeans under my scrubs today rather than loose pants, as uncomfortable as they made me in my current aroused state. Better to have a more snug restraint than for every nurse and patient staring below my waist. At least for the next two and a half hours, until I can actually do something about it.

Three patients later, I checked my phone again to discover yet another picture message from Bella. Oh, she was going to be the death of me.

Did he enjoy the show? Hope ur alone now.

My eyebrows rose at her initial statement, stunned by the boldness of it. Outside of our private conversations together, Bella still tended to be more reserved; this part of her actually excited me a bit.

Scrolling down the attached photo, my heart began pounding in my ears, more so than with the last. She was propped against her pillows in a deep purple, sheer negligee, clearly displaying the outline of each of her perfect breasts and her taut stomach, leading down to the matching panties.

How am I going to make it through the last couple hours of my shift if she keeps doing this to me?, I thought to myself.

Someone is in a mood tonight. Think he enjoyed it a little TOO much. Glad I WAS alone for that. Gotta get back to work.

After stitching up the finger of an adorable three year old little girl, who subsequently insisted that she was going to marry me when she 'got big', I stepped back out into the hall to find that the ER traffic had significantly increased and took one more look at my phone to find five new messages from Bella.

Well he can always watch, just can't join. Ur the only one that can ever touch this body

A smile teased at my lips as I read and then scanned through the next few messages, each containing another picture of Bella in various negligees. Biting the inside of my cheek to suppress the moan that was building, as each one was progressively more provocative than the last, I quickly replied to her.

Damn baby, you are killing me. This shift can't end soon enough. Can't wait to see you. Love you.

x-x-x

Finally stepping out of the ER two hours later and into the frigid Chicago night, I sighed heavily at the sight that greeted me. The snowfall had only increased in ferocity, and the plows could barely keep up. I got to my car as quickly as possible, anxious to get home to Bella and see exactly what she had in store for me.

On my way. Be there soon.

As I started my car, my phone buzzed again and I glanced at the message before backing out. It was a good thing I wasn't already driving, because the picture that was attached to the message was epitome of innocence when it came to underwear. It was just the edge of her hip, showing a hint of the white lacy fabric, and thereby making it almost sexier than everything previous. That was my Bella, which of course, caused my erection to return. I didn't even reply to her; simply threw my car into gear and made my way out of the parking lot as quickly as possible.

All of the teasing she had done that night was driving me crazy. I had to get home to see her; it had been too long for both of us. The calls and texts just weren't cutting it anymore. I had to see her, even if it was just through the webcam.

Considering the amount of snow on the streets, I made it home fairly quick and pulled my phone out of my pocket, needing to hear her voice. "You are such a dirty tease."

I could hear her laugh softly on the other end, and I could begin to feel the tension releasing from my shoulders even as I trudged through the heavy snow. I had missed that sound so much and could hardly wait to get upstairs. "Well, if you are going to complain about it then maybe I will take everything back, including your surprise."

My only response was to growl at her as I ascended the stairs, shaking out my key ring to grasp the one to my apartment.

"Ooh, maybe someone needs a nap before playtime," she taunted as I tossed my keys on the table next to the door. "Too bad. I already had your surprise ready and waiting to warm you right up. Such a shame to have to put it to waste."

Her tone was playful and I could already feel my body responding to her in anticipation, as the realization struck me that my little vixen had come out to play. And I was anxious to see what she had up her sleeve. Making my way over to the computer, I began powering it up and walked to the kitchen to grab a beer while I waited. "And what would that be?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?" she replied in a seductive tone as I returned to my desk, my computer already fully booted. "You know what they say about all good things."

"I haven't seen you in seven days, Bella. Patience is not exactly my strong point at the moment," I sighed heavily as I sat down, tilting the bottle to my lips. "Cut me a little bit of slack, it's been a long week."

"Aww, miss me, baby?" She chuckled playfully as I logged into Skype, and almost instantly, I was alerted of her call. "Get on, now."

I hung up the phone as I accepted the call on the computer, adjusting my headset and settling back into my chair. I released a deep groan at the feeling of being able to relax fully, and the knowledge that I was finally back with her.

"God, you have no idea," I breathed out. Even I hadn't been able to anticipate the immensity of how much I would miss her until I'd experienced it. The difference between our separation before we'd actually been face to face and now after we had physically touched and kissed, was something I'd never imagined. I needed her more than ever.

"Oh, I think I might have a clue. But I am pretty sure I can make it up to you," she replied, her voice dropping an octave and I adjusted my weight in the chair as I felt myself harden even more. "Now, turn on your cam and close your eyes."

"Bella..."

"Just do it," she whispered and I opened my webcam for her. "Mmm. Hello handsome. Long time, no see."

"Come on, baby," I groaned and heard her giggle in response.

"Not until you close those gorgeous green eyes," she replied teasingly and I sighed in exasperation, reluctantly following her instruction. "Now, do you remember way back in the beginning when we talked about role-playing?"

A deep rumble echoed in my throat and I gripped the arms of my chair, recalling the exact conversation to which she was referring— both of us expressing an interest in experimenting with it, but had never done so with anyone else. And the closest we'd come with each other so far was our experiences of my dominance over her–which she'd made no secret of how much she'd enjoyed that.

However, it wasn't a topic we'd addressed again since.

"Of course," I answered, my head nodding as I spoke.

"Well, since you've never broached the subject again, you've left me no choice but to rely on my own resources," she chided and I could hear the clicking of her mouse buttons. "Now don't open your eyes until I tell you to. Alright?"

I could only nod as my anxiety rose, needing her so badly and being so close after so long; it was driving me insane.

"Oh, and Edward?" she said softly into the microphone.

"Yeah?" I replied, hoping she would allow me to open my eyes finally.

"I really missed you this week," she whispered in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard, and slowly, the sound of her breathing began dissipating into the background. "Open your eyes, baby."

Once adjusting my vision back to the light of the room, my heart began pounding and my breathing accelerated at the unexpected view on my screen.

My Bella - my beautiful Bella - stood before me, her hair tousled perfectly, her eyes dark and shaded, leaning back against a long brass pole.

"Holy shit." I released a staggered breath as my gaze moved down her body and my hips involuntarily rolled forward in response. The delicate black lace of her bra and panty set barely covered the essential areas, so thin that I could almost see through to the skin beneath. And I couldn't be sure if that made my situation better or worse. The straps on her shoulders and hips appeared as if the slightest flick of my finger could easily snap them. In addition, black thigh highs sheathed her long slender legs, leading down to the high-heeled shoes, causing them to appear just that much longer. My erection throbbed at the sight and I ached even more to touch her.

"I have rules, Dr. Cullen," she began in a deep, sultry voice as she slowly circled the pole. "Even if this is a private showing, there is a level of decorum required. There is absolutely no touching of any kind, I'm entirely off limits. And if I notice you touching yourself inappropriately in any way without my consent, I will stop immediately. Understand?"

I groaned and nodded, unable to remove my gaze from the sensuous woman before me. This wasn't Bella; she was completely in character, and it was one of the most arousing things I'd ever seen.

"Good. However, I'm going to bend the rules a little because, well ... I can," she said with a mischievous smirk. "In my favor, of course. Because you have got to be, without a doubt, the most sinfully gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on. I want to see everything you've got, the effect I have on you."

My eyebrows rose in surprise and I attempted to suppress a chuckle as I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, giving her a half grin as I settled back in my chair. "A little unprofessional, isn't this?"

"Nice, but not entirely what I had in mind," she replied, shaking her head and stalking seductively toward the camera, leaning forward with her hands on the desk. "And fuck professionalism. I want to see that cock and if it's as beautiful as the rest of you."

Her throaty tone caused my stomach to knot and I swallowed hard at her words as I unfastened my jeans, lifting my hips off the chair.

She shook her head in response, waving her finger in front of her. "No, leave them on. Just take it out."

I groaned deeply and released my painfully hard erection from the confines of my boxer briefs, a shuddering breath escaping me at the slightest contact. All week I had been waiting for this moment, and she was prolonging it. Whether to start cursing or be grateful, I was still deciding.

"Just as I thought. Perfect," she sighed heavily, her tongue running slowly over her lower lip before dragging her teeth across it. Her eyes focused on the screen for a moment before the pulsing beat of music began playing in the background. "Maybe if you're good, I'll return the favor."

"Fuck, Bella," I moaned, my hands reaching behind my head to grip the back of my chair.

A single finger came to her lips as she backed away slowly again, shaking her head. "Shhhh."

Her hand rested gracefully on the pole, running her fingertips lightly down before pressing her body against it, and sliding down to the floor. Her gaze never seemed to leave mine as she slowly rose again, arching her back as she straightened and closing her eyes as her head fell back; the long brown waves of her hair cascading down her back. My breath accelerated, taking in the view of her soft breasts and her tight abdomen, more pronounced by her position.

Fuck, I have the sexiest girlfriend in the world, I thought as she began moving around the pole in a seductive dance, timed perfectly with the music. Then the beat intensified and she hoisted herself up on the brass column, wrapping her leg around it and slowly swiveled down it until her entire body draped along the floor.

"What would you like to see first, Dr. Cullen?" she asked, her fingers dancing over her breast and down over her skin to the thin straps of her panties.

"The top. Take the top off," I grunted softly, my hands lowering to the arms of my chair again, gripping them firmly.

A small smile appeared on her lips as her hand trailed back up to the delicate strings of her bra at a torturous pace, moving it aside along her shoulder. "You sure about that?"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

"Well, Doctor. You have quite a mouth on you," she chuckled teasingly, lowering the lacy fabric from one breast, exposing it to me. "I think I like it."

After lowering the other side as well, her back lifted off the floor and she reached underneath her to unclasp her bra. Her eyes returned to me as she dangled the garment from her fingertips and she smirked as she let it fall to the floor.

"Tell me what you want," she spoke sultrily, her head lulling to the side toward me.

My grip on the chair tightened, my fingers itching to reach through the screen and brush over her taut nipples. "Stand up and let me see you."

She sat up slowly, gracefully lifting herself from the floor until her entire body displayed in front of me. Her legs parted slightly and her hands rested on the front of her thighs, her thumbs tracing along the outer rim of her panties. There was no way I could handle seeing the rest of her just yet; not and hold myself together, as well.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful. Touch your breasts," I groaned, my breath catching as she complied, tracing slow circles around her nipples and sighing contentedly.

"Is this what you would do if you could?" she taunted as she lightly pinched them between her fingers, her soft moan resonating through my entire body.

My hips shifted again at the view on my screen and sounds echoing in my ears, my cock throbbing for release. "No, I would have them in my mouth."

Bella smiled, raising her hand to her lips and gliding her tongue over her fingertips, then returned them to her breast and began circling the skin again. "Your warm, wet mouth would be right here?"

"Shit," I hissed as my head rolled back, swallowing hard as my arousal inconceivably increased. It was quite possibly the sweetest torture I'd ever experienced with her. "Bella, please..."

"You know where mine would be?" she asked teasingly and I opened my eyes to look at her, watching her palm cover her breast. "Around that hard cock of yours, tasting every last inch of you."

Oh my fucking god, I loved this woman.

"Bella, I'm begging you," I nearly whimpered, my chest rising and falling sharply with my heaving breaths.

"You want me, Dr. Cullen?" she asked, dragging a wooden chair across the floor and lowering herself onto it, spreading her legs wide. Her fingers ran lightly over the fabric of her panties while her other hand squeezed her breast.

"So much," I breathed out, moistening my dry lips with my tongue.

"Show me. Touch yourself," she said as she began massaging between her legs.

"I thought this was against the rules," I mumbled.

"No one needs to know. And I want to see those fingers wrapped around that long, hard cock," she replied in a commanding tone and I brought my hand to my erection, groaning as I squeezed it gently. "Now, slowly move your hand. I don't want you to come until I can feel you deep inside me."

My eyes shot open to gaze at her again to find her standing, slowly lowering her panties down her legs and lifting one foot at a time to step out of them. Her skin was completely bare, as she knew I liked it, and I slowly began gliding my hand along my entire length.

"You want me to fuck you ... Edward?" she whispered, using my name for the first time, her hooded eyes gazing at me wantonly.

"God, yes."

She sat back down on the chair, her hand traveling up her inner thigh until it rested between her legs and began teasing her clit. "Close your eyes and feel me taking you inside me."

I did as she instructed and brought my hand to the tip, slowly sliding it down my cock and envisioning her settling onto my lap. As I reached the base, she let out a loud moan.

"God, you feel so good. Now open them and watch me fuck you," she panted and I looked at her again, and nearly came at the sight. Her head thrown back and between her legs on the chair was the end of a dildo attached to the seat. Her eyes met mine as she rose and slowly lowered herself back onto it again.

"Fuck, what are you doing to me, Bella," I mumbled incoherently as my hand moved more rapidly over me as she began thrusting her body down onto it.

"Fucking you. Now, make me come," she growled, never ceasing her movements and I could see that she was just as desperate for release as I was. I watched as the firm muscles of her thighs flexed, her hands gripping her knees, but it was the rapturous look on her face that nearly had me coming undone right then and there. Her eyes had closed, her brow furrowed in concentration, and I knew she was focusing just as intently as I was to make it as real as possible.

"Ride me harder, baby," I commanded and her moans filled my ears as she moved her body more urgently. My own grunts joined hers as my orgasm quickly began to build. "Touch yourself, Bella. Come on my cock."

Her fingers moved briskly over her clit and her breasts were heaving dramatically, her teeth clenched. "I'm coming, Edward. Oh, fuck."

As her head flew back, my own release ripped through me so intensely that my throat tightened, muting any sound from escaping my body.

We sat for several moments, panting in the aftermath before she slowly rose and walked on trembling legs back to her desk, wrapping a long satin robe around her body. A satisfied smile graced her lips as she settled back into the chair, brushing her hair back from her face as she gazed at me. "How was that for role-playing?

"Fuck, baby. If that's what comes of you going shopping with Rose," I sighed heavily as my thought broke off, tossing my towel aside and adjusting my pants. Sinking deeper into my chair, I felt the adrenaline slowly draining from my body and exhaustion beginning to seep in again. "Where did you learn to do that, and damn, you're flexible."

"You should know," she smiled wickedly with a wink, but her eyes were noticeably growing heavy. "I danced as a kid, and took yoga with Alice a while back. And as for where? I'm just observant. Movies and television are excellent guides."

"And the accessory?" I asked with a quirked eyebrow, but unable to mask my chuckle as I took a sip of my beer.

"Lots of women have them, Edward. It helps take the edge off not having a man around," she replied, swiveling her chair slowly back and forth.

"Ah, so that's my competition?" I teased playfully, shaking my head.

"There is no competition," she sighed longingly. "Nothing compares to the real thing, you know that. I'd much rather have you."

"I know, baby. Not too much longer," I replied as her tone saddened slightly and her smile fell from her face. "How much?"

She groaned and rolled her eyes as my grin returned slightly. "Six weeks, five days, fifteen hours."

I laughed softly at the adorable pout on her lips as I drained the bottle, setting it back on the desk as my attention returned fully to her. She'd been counting down this way since she'd received her itinerary for her flight to Chicago in March. And unbeknownst to her, so had I.

March 20th, 2:04 pm, O'Hare International Airport. Details that hadn't left my mind once in over a week, mentally ticking off the minutes until I would have her in my arms again. To feel her and inhale her scent as it surrounded me. To be able to tell and show her exactly how much I loved and needed her. To make love to her again, and take one more step toward integrating her into my life completely.

She was going to meet Emmett ... and my parents.

"What, no minutes and seconds?" I shot back with a chuckle, bringing my focus back to the present and she narrowed her eyes in a glare at me. "Alright, baby. I think we could both use some sleep. I'll catch you in the morning before you leave for work."

"Get some sleep. I swear if I see your name on my caller id in the morning, I'm cutting you off for another week. I can talk to you after work, when you're well rested," she replied firmly, scolding me as she often did when I attempted to deny myself the basic necessities of eating or sleeping for a few extra minutes with her. "I love you."

I smiled at the sentiment that still seemed so new to me, filling me with the same warmth it had weeks ago when she'd first uttered it to me. "I love you, too, Bella. Goodnight."