Title: There's Something I'd Like to Try

Name of Song and Artist of Inspiration Song: Ask, by The Smiths

Pen Name: Marvar

Characters: Bella and Edward

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I do own actual vinyl records.

Summary: Shy Bella lusts after Dr. Sexyward while she works in a record store. Set in the 80s. A finalist in the NaughtyHeels Anonymous One-Shot Contest

Ask by the Smiths

Shyness is nice, and

Shyness can stop you

From doing all the things in life

You'd like to

Shyness is nice, and

Shyness can stop you

From doing all the things in life

You'd like to

So, if there's something you'd like to try

If there's something you'd like to try

ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I?

Coyness is nice, and

Coyness can stop you

From saying all the things in

Life you'd like to

So, if there's something you'd like to try

If there's something you'd like to try

ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I?

Spending warm summer days indoors

Writing frightening verse

To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg

ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME

Because if it's not Love

Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb

That will bring us together

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"God, Yessss! Right there. Don't stop. Fuck, Edwar…" Beep. Beep. Beep. Whack!!

Fucking alarm. Ruined my dream just when I got to the good part. That was the closest I was going to get to the hottest man I had ever seen. I'm not exaggerating, I once saw Johnny Depp from 21 Jump Street at the Hamburger Hamlet, and Edward made him look like Screech. Sigh, Edward. I dreamed about him every night, because I was too chicken shit to do anything about it in real life. Now, I would probably never see him again.

Today was Friday. My last day at The Vinyl Fetish, the greatest record store in Los Angeles. I've worked there for the last two years while I attended UCLA. I had just graduated with my master's degree and I was starting my new job soon. But before I entered the rat race, I was headed to Europe for three weeks, thanks to a generous graduation gift from my rich aunt. My best friend Alice was going with me, so it would be epic.

While I was excited about the success of my professional life, my personal life was non-existent. I was an average-looking brunette with a potty mouth, so I wasn't expecting to date Richard Greico or anything. I had Alice, but no one else. I craved a relationship like she had with Jasper. Shit, I'd settle for a date with someone who wasn't a total spazz.

It's not like no one ever asked me out. I've actually had a few decent dates, and I wasn't technically a virgin-thanks to Jake, my childhood friend. But I wanted someone to curl my toes and make me scream like I did in my dreams of Edward, my fantasy boyfriend. I'd give anything to find out if reality did my dreams justice.

He was a regular customer who came into the store three times per week for the last six months. He was a medical resident at UCLA Medical Center. He would come by in his scrubs, and I would 'come' in my panties at the sight of him-holy fuck was he incredible. Every 'playing doctor' fantasy you could think of went through my mind these last six months-say hello naughty nurse Bella. Hell, he'd probably make a pap smear seem like a vaj massage. I seriously thought about injuring myself just to see him.

He was a tan, muscular, god-like creature- not a man, because certainly no mere mortal ever looked like that in real life. Fucking Zeus himself pulled him from the 'Tree of Fuckhot' or some shit like that. His leaf-green eyes sparkled beneath his long, thick lashes. Fuck, I bet everything on him was long and thick. Gah. You could see the outline of his toned muscles through those thin scrubs that hugged his 6 foot two inch, 170 lb. frame. Yes, I checked his driver's license. It was a legit reason; I had to check because he paid for his records with a credit card.

I knew every record he purchased. Just like I knew every contour of his perfect face and body, from his big feet up to his bronze pompadour. And I thought Morrissey had bitchin' hair. Yes, I stalked him around the store. I'm not ashamed, 'cuz I don't think you fully realize what level of hotness we're dealing with here. It's nearly blinding, like looking into an eclipse without eye protection. OK, so I'm making up excuses as to why I haven't jumped his bones like a superfreak, you know the kind you won't take home to momma? The answer is simple, but sad as fuck-I don't think he's interested and I'm too shy to make the first move. There, I said it, my shyness has stopped me from doing the guy I'd like to. Damn, he's something I'd like to try.

So, while he shopped we just made small talk about his selections and whatever else he cared to share with me. I hung on his every word. He was fascinating, brilliant, and completely out of my league. He also had a fuck ton of records. Basically, I ogled him when he wasn't looking, he paid, then he left. That was "our" routine. But today was the last time I would be there to stare and huff his scent. Noooooooo.

Damn it, I couldn't leave the store without doing something. I needed to show him what he'd be missing. So, I pushed aside my 'Jo-ness' to make way for my 'Blair-ness." Which reminds me, I need to find a blank VHS tape to record Facts of Life.

I showered, then I dressed carefully for work, knowing I needed to blow Edward's mind, so possibly I could blow him. After scrunching a handful of mousse into my hair, I squeezed on my tightest white denim mini skirt, layered two bright purple tank tops, and tied on my favorite white ankle boots. I put on my favorite green Swatch watch and spritzed on some Poison perfume. All I needed was my Bonnie Bell strawberry Lip Smackers.

I was just about ready to go when Angela called me. " I'm so glad I caught you. Bella, can you close for me today? The owner wants me to interview some people this morning, so I need to switch with you, OK?"

"Sure, Ange," I said with disappointment evident in my voice. There went my chance with Edward. He never came in that late.

"Thanks, Bella. You're the best. Bye," she said and hung up.

I sighed and flopped down on my couch to watch the Price is Right and Days of Our Lives. God, how are these shows still on the air? Bob Barker is like sixty or something.

Still bored, I decided to write to my friend in Luxembourg. It's been a while and I wanted to find out how her oral surgery went. Her front teeth were totally fucked up. I must have dozed off while writing, because the next thing I knew I was dreaming of a tuft of bronze hair between my thighs. Oh, hell yeah. This was better than reality.

I felt the flicking of his tongue inside my folds and swirling around my throbbing, wet center. The heat started to build in my belly. "Uhh, yes, just like that," I moaned. "Ahhhh!!" Ring, Ringgg. Are you fucking kidding me? Cockblocked twice? I answered the phone with a snarl. "What?"

"Nice greeting, Bella. I see your six years of college really paid off." Fucking Alice. Perpetually chipper, beautiful, and confident. Total opposite of me.

"Sorry, you just interrupted a really good dream," I sighed.

"Another porn starring Dr. Sexyward? Bow chicka bow bow. I don't see why you don't just tell him about your crush. I told you I think he has a thing for you, too. I saw the way he was looking at you in the store."

"It's too late, now Alice. I probably won't see him again. Today is my last day, remember."

"I think you will," she said with confidence, "and this time he'll ask you. You won't say no, right?"

"Ask me what?"

"To sex you up, of course."

"Ha, ha, Alice. I have to go to work."

I walked to the record store in no real hurry. I was sad to leave such an important part of my life. I had met Angela there, and she had become a great friend. But mostly I was disappointed in myself for being such a wimp around Edward.

The store was totally dead when I got there. "I know you didn't hire someone as awesome as me, right?" I joked to Angela as she grabbed her stuff.

"No one is like you, Bella, but we did hire someone. And Christ on a cracker, you should have seen the new owner. Oh. My. God. He was gorgeous. I was like Ben, who? He's a doctor and he owns the whole building. He inherited it about six months ago," Angela gushed.

"Gorgeous doctor, huh? Too bad I'm already engaged to Michael Hutchence from INXS."

"Have you met him before, Bella? He seemed to be familiar with you. He kept asking about your new job and where you were moving and stuff like that."

"Michael Hutchence asked about me?" I joked, and she gave me a dirty look. I put my hands up in surrender. "How would I know the owner? You just barely met him, and you're the manager."

"I've talked to Dr. Cullen on the phone a few times, but he never asks about me personally. He seemed very interested in you."

Wait. Dr. Who? Nuh uh. Couldn't be. "Does the hot doctor have green eyes, bronze hair, and a perfect face?" I demanded.

"Like an Italian master carved it from marble."

"Fuuuck."

I couldn't believe that Edward, my Edward who had given me the best fantasy sex ever, was my boss. Well, I guess it didn't matter, anymore. Angela left, so it was just me and a few random customers left in the store.

I was just killing time until closing, so I was playing my favorite songs full blast over the stereo system. INXS. Need You Tonight. Damn, that brought to mind some pretty hot daydreams. Yes, you got what I need, Dr. Cullen. Mmm. Slide over here, baby. I closed my eyes and swayed to the music.

"Uhhummm." Someone was clearing their throat. I turned around to see Edward. He was holding a Cheap Trick album. He looked like he was straight out of my sex dreams, except no scrubs. He wore tight ass fucking jeans that looked soft and worn, not that acid washed shit that people were wearing. They hugged every curve and bulge of his delicious pelvic area. I moaned a little when I saw his shirt. A fitted Smiths concert tee he obviously got in England. Fuck me. I mean literally. He gives me a sign, it's on.

I gulped. "Is there anything you, um, want Edward?"

"Fuck yeah." He hands me a record. "Do you think you could play track two, please?" I snapped out of my daze long enough to switch records. Did he just say 'fuck'?

I want you to want me, I need you to need me. . .

He stared into my eyes with an intensity I had never seen before. I could barely breathe. "I didn't know you were a Cheap Trick fan," I choked out.

"That song has a particular message I want to convey," he said with his eyes blazing. "I think sometimes music can express feelings better than words. I hope you will see what I mean. I have some other songs I want you to play." He walked around gathering a few records. I just watched, awestruck by his fantastic ass. He caught me staring and gave me a smirk that melted a hole in my panties. Perfect, they were now crotchless for easy access.

He handed me You Make My Dreams Come True by Hall and Oates, Let's Go To Bed by The Cure, Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye, and I Want to Be Your Lover by Prince. I put on the first song and listened to the lyrics. I was into New Wave music, but Hall and Oates were a guilty pleasure.

"Are you making a mixed tape for your girlfriend or something?" My voice was shaky.

"I don't have a girlfriend, yet. I'm working on it."

I laughed nervously. "I'm sure it won't be very difficult, Edward. Just dazzle her like you do everyone else."

"Do I dazzle you, Isabella?" He leaned across the counter and touched my hair.

"Always," I whispered. He grinned a heart-breaking smile. I almost lost my shit right there.

"Good to know. So did you get my message, yet?" He leaned in closer to me and I was intoxicated by his scent. I took a long pull and shuddered. He heard me because I was rewarded with another heart-stopping grin.

"Uh, you have very eclectic taste in music? Or you haven't embraced that compact disc thingy?" I stammered.

"I guess I haven't made my intentions clear, then." He walked around to a display and selected another record. He handed it to me, staring intently while I blushed at the title. "If you can't guess what I want after this, I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

I've waited so long baby

Now that we're friends

Every man's got his patience

And here's where mine ends

I want your sex, I want your love.

Double gulp. He can't mean it. But the look in his eyes is undeniable. He's totally eyefucking me, and damn it, it's hottttt. He hasn't even touched me and I'm in a puddle of lady juice. Thank god I don't have to mop this bitch.

I've waited so long baby

Out in the cold

I can't take much more girl

I'm losing control

Gaahh. He's staring at me so intensely, I'm nearly shaking. I lick my lips. What move do I make after being eye sexed? Do I go for it? Suddenly I've leaned across the counter and he's closed the distance. I moved in slow motion like Bo Derek on the beach in Ten.

I gasped for breath and my heart beat out of control. It seemed like an eternity before our lips met, but when they did, it was fireworks, puppies, angels, candy… I can't explain the complexity of emotions that coursed through my body. His lips and tongue explored my mouth while his hands caressed my face. My arms suddenly sprung free from my sides as I realized I was kissing Edward and I better take advantage while I could. My hands grip behind his neck and pull him closer to me so that I'm lying across the counter with half of his body on top of me. Yesssss. Victory dance in my panties. After several minutes, I broke the kiss to catch my breath. I was panting heavily, and so was he. He pulled me off of the counter and wrapped his arms around me. He spoke softly into my hair, "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that."

I was dumbstruck. "W-what do you mean?"

"Why don't you pick a song while I take care of something. I'll be right back."

"You promise to explain?"

"Oh, I'll show you, personally. Over and over if necessary." He smirked at me and walked away. I pulled my shit together and tried to form a coherent thought.

I saw my favorite Smiths album and I thought about what Alice said earlier. I had to put that song on. "Ask me, ask me, ask me," Morrissey sang and I was swaying and singing along, when I felt strong hands grasp my hips from behind and warm breath in my ear. He whispered, "I'm tired of staying away from you, Bella."

I gasped, but remained facing away from him. I didn't respond to his words, but I pressed my ass into his groin, rubbing myself against his stiff cock that was making its presence known through his jeans. Sweet bejeezus, it was huge. My dreams did not do it justice.

"I've wanted you ever since I first saw you, but I couldn't do anything because I was your boss." As he talked, he ran his hands up my sides and cupped my breasts. He dropped kisses down my neck and shoulders. "Tell me this is ok and you feel the same way," he demanded while he gently nibbled on my ear.

"It's fucking fantastic, I want more." I moaned into his cheek. "I've dreamed about this and I can't believe it's real. I've wanted you, too. So much." His hands tugged my tank over my head and with a flick of his wrist my breasts were bare. He turned me quickly and pulled a nipple into his mouth while rubbing the other between his fingers. I wanted to touch and lick every part of him as he expertly suckled my chest. I ran my hand down to where his cock was grinding into my hip. I struggled with the buttons on his jeans until he realized what I was up to, and easily released his hardness into my ready hand. Together we pushed his jeans down all the way.

It was velvety smooth and throbbed with heat as I slid my hand around it, stroking it and earning a moan from Edward's lips. "Shit, Bella. Just like that." He kissed me hard and fast and I matched his speed with my hand. He thrust his hips in a perfect rhythm and I imagined him pumping his glorious cock inside me. "Baby, I'm almost there," he grunted and I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth. I wanted every part of this man and I intended to show him just how much.

I licked up his shaft to his moist tip while I cupped his balls with my hand. I sucked gently and picked up the pace when he started thrusting erratically into my mouth. "Uh, fuck that's incredible. I'm coming baby, move." He gave me the choice, but I wanted every drop of his Edwardness. He made some moaning sounds that completely ruined my undies for good as he released hot streams in my mouth. When he was done, he pulled me up into his embrace.

"That was the most intense experience I've ever had. It was worth the wait."

"So what happens now?" I asked nervously. "I get off at nine," I offered hopefully. Please don't say you're leaving. Please. Please.

"I'm going to get you off, now, love. Then I'm going to take you home and fuck you senseless," he whispered in my ear. I rubbed my thighs together involuntarily. "There are some other things I'd like to try…" his voice trailed off suggestively.

"Ask me, Edward. I won't say no, how could I?" I moaned while his hand reached under my skirt and pulled down my soaked panties.

"By the way, I totally want you to make me a mixed tape."

A/N

Thanks for everyone who voted for my story during the contest. Please check out my other story, Yeah, You.

I intend to write at least one more chapter from Edward's point of view. If I get enough reviews, maybe more. OK, I'm begging for reviews!