A/N: I do not own Twilight or its characters; they belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer. I just mess up her creation and have my way with them. This is a one shot for My Precious Fandom's Whose Line is it Anyway o/s contest. Find it here, http:/mpfcontests(dot)blogspot(dot)com/p/whos-line-is-it-anyway(dot)html Thanks PTB Betas AGirlReckoning and thalia_csiny AKA Melissa Tan, and my pre-reader Padme-And-Anakin-4-Ever.

Chapter 1-If I Only Knew Her Name

EPOV

Ugh, another day at work, pumping gas for the people of southwest Portland. The job sucks, but even at minimum wage, it pays the bills; I guess it's a good thing I have two roommates.

The weather is usually fairly mild, but the last couple of days have been near triple digits. With the humidity we get from the marine air that comes inland, it's been almost unbearable. I've been drinking more Gatorade than I care to admit and the sunburn I have is getting worse.

Today is no exception, except I remembered to get some sunscreen and have been applying it every couple of hours. It's another scorcher and I'm jealous of the air-conditioned cars that come through, the owners barely even rolling down their windows. Snobby pricks!

I work in the Capital Hill area, right off of the I-5 freeway. We get a lot of "well off" customers coming in, but most of our business is from the nearby community college, even in the summer. We have a kick-ass mini-mart as well, which sells the usual gas station fare, but also has a hot deli. When I get my break, I'm so buying some of those jalapeño and cheese corn dogs—they are the fucking bomb!

When things begin to slow down a bit, I decide it's time for my break. I grab my now empty Gatorade bottle and proceed to head into the store, when I hear the sound of screeching tires. I look up in time to see an old piece-of-shit truck barreling toward me. Time comes to a stop. I think my life flashes before my eyes, and I realize I'm not happy with it.

I don't know how I'm able to manage it, but I jump out of the way before the crazy girl slams into me.

Plucking the gravel out of my peeling and now ripped up skin, I shoot death glares at the stupid girl in the stupid, faded red truck. She's leaning over her steering wheel and looking like she's going to pass out. What the fuck is she worried about, she didn't nearly die! I finish picking my broken-ass off the dirty concrete and walk over to yell at her.

Don't people realize when the sun starts shining around here that the oil on the roads creates slippery conditions? This is a gas station for crying out loud; there's a lot of spilled oil around here. The intense heat just reanimates it, almost like bringing it to the surface again. God, I hate stupid-ass people.

Approaching the truck, I stop dead in my tracks when I see the tears streaming down her face. Crying or not, she's the most beautiful girl, woman, I've ever seen. I stand for a moment and calm myself down as I watch her do the same.

Walking up to her, I ask if I can help her, and she burst into tears, again.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry! I don't know what happened, I couldn't stop!" She's completely freaking out.

"Hey, calm down; no harm, no foul. Are you alright, you don't look so good."

"I'm fine, as long as you are. I really am sorry."

"Look, I was just taking a break, why don't you go park over there," I said, pointing towards the side of the store, "and we can talk, properly."

"Uh, okay?" She starts up the rumbling engine and drives over to where I pointed.

I walk over, help her out of her truck, and we sit down on the picnic bench under the canopy. I reach into my shirt pocket and pull out my pack of Camels and she gives me a questioning look. I shrug my shoulders, light up a smoke and turn towards her.

"So, what brings you here, gorgeous?" Oh god, what a lame pick up line. I can do better than that. "What I mean is, how can I help you?" Yeah, much better, you're such a tool.

"I needed gas; why else would I be at a gas station? But, now that you ask…"

I cut her off, putting on my best fuck-me face and lean towards her.

"I can do whatever you need. I'm very skilled."

She's fucking blushing, damn that's hot! God, I'm such a bastard, but I do love myself. She doesn't even realize how much trouble she's in. This is going to be too fucking easy!

"I just want some gas."

She glances down at her feet and the blush is still there. I can't help myself, and I continue with my persuasion attempt.

"Sometimes I feel like a leaf in the wind; I have zero control over where I will land when it comes to you." Where the fuck did that come from?

I try to recover my lame sounding line by giving her my signature panty-dropping smile; it's always worked for me in the past. All I need to do is flash that and the chicks are putty in my hands.

"Stop looking at me like that, you're making me feel…all fuzzy inside." She responds, almost innocently, with yet another adorable blush.

And there it fucking is…She. Is. Mine. Let's see how far I can take this.

"Fuzzy, huh? Care to elaborate?"

"Uh, where did you come up with that line anyway, a leaf in the wind?" She quirks an eyebrow at me, she's smart and can obviously see right through me. She knows I'm full of shit.

"It's a secret, classified information, if you will." I attempt confidence with my, once again, lame-ass reply.

"Hmmm, well nice one." She shyly admits but keeps her eyes on me.

I lean in further and take her lips in my mine. I lick her bottom lip in an attempt to get her to open up for me. She answers my silent request, her mouth opens allowing my tongue entrance. I shove my tongue into her mouth; she returns the favor and our tongues mingle wildly. She tastes of heaven—not like I know what that tastes like, but it's the best way to describe the sensations she's giving me. Good God, where's this angel been my entire life? What the fuck, man, get a hold of yourself.

I realize very quickly that I don't have time for much else since I have to return to work, but for the time being, making out with her will have to do. We continue our seductive dance until we're both gasping for breath. Our gazes lock, both of us still panting with desire. I need so much more, and she's what I want. I will have her; I always get what I want. Maybe not now, but it will happen, and soon.

"I have to get back to work. Can I see you again?"

Biting her swollen lip, she agrees with a bashful nod.

"Tonight." It's more of a demand, but she accepts with another nod.

"Be here at five o'clock. Wear something nice." Another demand and the nodding continues. I wish she would talk. I haven't heard enough of her sexy voice; or at least I imagine it's sexy.

I slap her on the ass as she stands up and she yelps in response. I give her my best swoon-worthy, crooked smile and I head back out to the island of gas pumps, only after adjusting myself in my pants. I don't even look back at her; I want her needy when I see her again.

Time goes by slowly as I imagine her underneath me, me taking her from behind, her riding my cock while her tits bounce in my face. The possibilities are endless.

I glance at my watch as I hear the familiar rumble of her piece-of-shit clunker of a truck. She's right on time. Thankful that I won't have to remind her of who's in charge, I watch as she parks her truck next to the building.

I clock out and take my time leaving work; I want her to suffer—the anticipation should be killing her by now. After all, I did give her a pretty good preview of this evening's events. I don't mean to brag, yes I do, but I am the bomb in bed. No one has ever complained, and she will be no different. It's time to rock her world.

I refuse to let her drive. I have the evidence of her shitty driving all over myself in the form of abrasions and bruises. I walk past her, signal to her with a tilt of my head, and unlock my car, a red Honda Civic. I love this fucking car.

She walks over and I signal her to get in. I peel out of the parking lot with my iPod blaring throughout my kick-ass sound system. Nickelback fucking rocks, and always get the girls worked up and feisty as hell—just the way I like 'em.

I had to call my roommates, ensuring myself some privacy. I need her as confident as possible, and having two more strangers hanging around will not help loosen her up. One rule I have with chicks is that they must be one-hundred percent willing and full of want before I fuck them. I can't risk their regret coming back and biting me in the ass. I'm the one who does the biting.

The house is empty as requested, and she follows me to my room. We have yet to speak a single word to each other. This is another way I increase their anticipation. Mystery is a good quality for me to have in this life.

I shut my door behind us and lock it, just in case. I put my iPod on the dock and let the sensual rhythms of my 'Getting Laid' playlist fill the room. I silently instruct her to sit on the bed while I take a quick shower. I smell like gasoline and that is not a sexy aroma. I use my Axe shampoo and body wash and quickly clean up.

I step out of my shower and dry myself off. I walk into the bedroom, stark naked and hair still dripping wet. I'm sporting a raging hard-on and couldn't care less. If she doesn't know why I brought her here yet, then we'll have a serious problem.

I know when she sees it, because I can hear her gasp over the music. I smirk and stalk towards her. When I reach her, I stand in front of her with my cock twitching in her gorgeous face. It's time; let's get ready to rumble!

"Suck it," I demand. She immediately complies and my head involuntarily falls back. Damn, her mouth feels amazing wrapped around my cock. Her hands reach around and tightly grip my ass. I hiss as she pulls away and teases me with light flicks of her tongue on the tip.

"Stop being a tease. Suck it, and you will be rewarded."

She moans as she takes my enormous length all the way down her throat. Oh. Dear. God. She knows how to suck dick—score!

She pumps her plump lips over my cock over and over again until I can't hold it anymore.

"Enough. Remove your clothes and lie down."

She would make a wonderful submissive. Too bad I can't be held down or I would investigate that lifestyle in detail. She follows my command and I get down on my knees, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed.

She instinctively spreads her legs and I carefully inspect the goods—perfect, as suspected.

I lower my head and began stroking my tongue up and down her slit. She tastes divine. A few more passes and she's already writhing under my touch. I increase my movements and begin flicking my tongue over and around her clit. It's beautiful, watching her like this, so much better than I've had in the past.

I reach my hands up and begin massaging her tits. They are spectacular. Perfectly round and firm. I squeeze and caress, using my fingers to flick her hardened nipples. I want to suck on them, but my mouth is more agreeably engaged. My hands on her milky mounds would have to do as my mouth continues down below.

Her sounds vary as much as my methodical ministrations. While I go fast then slow, hard then soft, she whimpers and moans. She sounds absolutely amazing. I release one of my hands from her tit and begin to stroke my aching cock, while my mouth continues abusing her stunning pussy.

It isn't long until I can't take any more of her sweet torture. I stand up, gently push her further onto the bed, and climb between her invitingly open legs. I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and rub a few times up and down her wet slit, before plunging my harder-than-ever dick into her.

So. Fucking. Tight.

She lets out a moan as she takes me all the way inside of her. Fuck, she feels so good. I lower my body a bit so I am resting my weight on my elbows next to her head. I lean down and pull her lips to mine again. I realize she can taste herself on me as I continue pumping in and out of her. She pushes her hips closer to mine and we're now moving in unison, perfectly synchronized.

I attempt to further rock her world and begin to push faster. She can't hold still and her eyes are on fire. She still hasn't spoken but the sounds leaving her mouth encourage me to continue. The sounds coming from her pussy spur me on even more.

I've had lots of pussy in the past—this is what I do—but nothing has ever felt this magnificent. I'm in complete awe of this beautiful woman, and something inside of me changes. I try not to think of these new found feelings, and just enjoy myself as I get lost in her body.

Increasing my speed, I begin pounding into her and I feel her start to tighten. She is close. I start rocking my hips in a circular motion and change my angle until I feel her G-spot. She screams loudly as her pussy squeezes my cock. I'm not going to last much longer, but I want it to last, so I slow my pace and kiss her more. I swallow her moans and fuck her mouth with my tongue. She's eating this shit up and I'm loving it.

Gently thrusting in and out, I take my time to enjoy the feel of her throbbing pussy. She pushes and pulls with me, completely enraptured in the moment.

I keep the pace as I drive my cock unbelievably deeper. She feels amazing and I feel her tighten even more. This time, I can't hold off my own orgasm as I feel her squeeze me and my balls tighten. She lets out another scream and I come deep inside of her. Her eyes go wide when she realizes what's happening and she comes again. Holy fucking shit! Her walls squeeze my cock and milk it until it runs dry.

I collapse on top of her and kiss her with everything that I have left. No one has ever made me feel so...vulnerable. No one has ever made it feel so good, yet so emotional. I just can't believe it.

I turn us so we're lying on our sides facing each other and for the first time ever, I cuddle with a woman. We stare into each other's eyes and it feels as if I'm looking into her soul. I need to hide my face so I pepper the top of her head with feather-light kisses. She moves closer and rests her head in the crook of my neck.

I feel tears beginning to sting my eyes and I internally yell at myself for being such a bitch. I've never experienced this level of adoration and I'll admit I'm a little freaked out. However, this is exactly where I want to be.

I wake after some time and the room is dark. I can feel her breath tickling the hair at the top of my chest. I bring her closer to me and kiss her still plump lips. She wakes with a smile.

"Hi, baby," I croon.

She blushes, so sexy, and I feel my cock growing hard. I decide to press it into her and she gasps when she feels it.

"Oh my God," she declares while grinding into my hardness.

I smirk, knowing what I'm doing to her, and roll her over onto her stomach. I begin caressing her back and firm ass. She raises herself onto her hands and knees and I'm grateful she knows what I want, it's almost like she can read my mind.

I use my hand and begin rubbing her pussy and it's already wet for me. This woman will be my undoing and right now, I couldn't care less. She's moaning and pushing herself into my hand and I all but fuck her with it.

The moment is too overwhelming and I speak without thinking, "Someday I'm gonna make you my sweet thing, not overtly—but surreptitiously." Yep, I am officially a pansy-ass and just told this beautiful stranger that I want her more, even if I want it to be secretive.

"Please, fuck me. I want you to take me," she says in between pants.

Jesus fucking Christ, I'm barely able to stop myself from coming when those words escape her mouth. Not only are they the hottest thing I've ever heard, but I'd forgotten how sexy her voice was.

"Yes!" I exclaim as I plunge my aching cock deep into her for the second time this evening.

The second time is as incredible as the first, if not more so. She's thoroughly enjoying the time I spend rocking in and out of her, and she especially seems to be enjoying my finger pumping in and out of her ass. One of these days, I'm gonna hit that shit! Wait, did I just say that? Did I just say I was going to see a woman again? Damn!

Ignoring my traitorous thoughts, I hold my woman as she catches her breath. My woman? What the fuck? I'm so screwed.

I look at her as the adorable blush still covers her body. I kiss her, only this time in a possessive way.

"Mine, always mine."

She looks at me, wide-eyed, and responds, "Yes, please."

My dad always told me, "Life comes at you fast sometimes, the question is; are you quick enough to get out of the way?" Not only did I manage to dodge the bullet, so-to-speak, I also think I'm falling in love with said bullet. Now, if I only knew her name.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Lemons are still difficult for me to write, so I hope it was as good as expected. Hit that little button down below and let me know what you think! I have decided to continue this story, so watch for it in the near future! As always, you can find me on Twitter… twitter (dot) com / melonscraps If you follow me, be sure to tell me so I can add you to my reader list, even if you already follow me. I am in the process of getting this story re-beta'd by PTB and will be reposting the chapters as they come in. Until they get caught up, updates may be delayed. I hope you continue to enjoy this little story.