A/N: Hi, my friends! I'm so sorry there was a mistake with the update on Saturday, but it got posted before I was ready. I hope you can forgive me.

Now, I know you haven't heard from me in ages, but there's a good reason for that, which you'll learn in just a moment.

I'm happy to finally share the outtake I wrote for Fandom4LLS with you. I know many of you wondered how Edward and Bella really met. This is their first evening, including the moment they conceived Christopher ;). I hope it lives up to your expectations. Oh, and this is my first attempt at writing third person point of view, considering both, Edward and Bella, were too drunk to remember what actually happened.

Now, as for the reason I was quiet for so long, I entered an OS in the Meet The Mate Contest. Although I received very high numbers of reviews, my result was nothing to write home about. However, the OS was only sort of an extended teaser for my new story — with the same name — Tie the Knot, which just started posting. It's loosely based on the TV show Married at First Sight. I hope some of you will join me on that new journey.

As usual, I had great help with this outtake, so I ask you to give a massive round of applause to evelyn-shaye, EdwardsMate4ever, Midnight Cougar and LaPumuckl for their invaluable support.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight …


Two Blue Lines Outtake – How It Began …

"Rose, are you sure this is a good idea?" Bella asked her best friend as they approached the bar Rosalie had chosen for the night.

Bella wasn't necessarily a girl who enjoyed partying, but with Riley, her boyfriend of seven years, having broken up with her only the previous day, Rose had decided Bella needed to go out and drink her sorrows away for once. With some persuasion — meaning dragging Bella into the shower, laying out her clothes and doing her hair and makeup — she had agreed.

Not only had her asshole ex decided to go to England for a year without her, but he'd met someone else there and started an affair, unbeknownst to Bella. He returned to the US only to dump Bella in person and then rush back to London and his new girlfriend. Bella was surprisingly not as heartbroken as she'd expected to be, but the betrayal was still devastating.

The tall, blond woman grabbed the brunette's hand, pulling her out of her gloomy thoughts, and dragged her into the bar a coworker of hers had recommended for the specific occasion. It was still early and the room wasn't yet filled up with patrons as the two attractive young women entered. Unlike her friend, Bella hadn't dressed with the intention of ending the night in someone else's bed. Still, she had opted for a nice black skirt that ended a few inches above her knees and a dark red, off-the-shoulder top that accentuated her natural curves. To top it off, she'd donned her four-inch patent stilettos Riley had hated so much.

As they entered, they made a beeline for the bar, each ordering a fruity cocktail and a tequila shot.

"To new beginnings and having some fun, for once," Rosalie toasted before they clinked their glasses and tossed back the liquor.

"Ew," Bella squeaked, shaking her head. "That's disgusting. At this rate, I'll be drunk within the hour," she complained, then sipped on her black straw.

"Bells, hun, that's the sole purpose. That and throwing yourself at the first cute guy you see." With that being said, Rose ordered a second round of shots.


Edward set down the beer he'd just emptied. "Em, he's so … fuck, I wanted to strangle him. How can he call himself my father and treat me like that? He's such a cold-hearted son of a bitch."

Frustration was evident on Edward's face as he recounted the meeting with his father earlier in the day to his friend Emmett. Dr. Carlisle Cullen, Chief of Cardiology at Northwestern Memorial Hospital, had ordered his son, who was a second-year internal medicine resident at the same hospital, to his office to chastise him for being too compassionate with his patients.

Edward, being a sensitive and somewhat empathetic person, enjoyed caring for his patients; not only in a medical capacity but also on an emotional level, much to his father's dismay. He was expected to follow in the older Cullen's footsteps, one day taking his place as a sought-after authority in the field of cardiology. Edward himself couldn't care less about overweight old men and women whose lifestyle and laziness had most certainly caused them to suffer from high blood pressure or early onset heart attacks. But for now, he didn't have it in him to go up against his father, and instead continued down the path predetermined for him, unappealing as it was to him.

Emmett took the last swig of his beer, and in an attempt to further his venture into drunkenness, Edward grabbed both their bottles and headed toward the bar to get a new round. As he was about to reach the counter, a petite woman turned on her stool and started toward him; her eyes on the blue, yellow and red drink in her hand. He could see it coming, but somehow wasn't able to move out of her way. Running right into him, she managed to spill most of her drink, but luckily didn't get much on herself or Edward.

Gasping, she raised her head and stared at him with shock-wide eyes the deepest brown he'd ever seen. Her heart-shaped face was framed by thick tresses of a rich mahogany color while her cheekbones were blushing an endearing shade of pink.

"I'm so, so sorry. I didn't look where I was walking." She bit her lip, then started to wipe her free hand across his chest and abs in a vain attempt at removing the wet spots her drink had left. It was a good thing Edward was wearing a black shirt so the quite colorful concoction she'd been carrying wouldn't leave obvious stains.

Amused and enchanted by her antics, he gently grabbed her wrist and stopped her ministrations. His skin tingled strangely at the contact.

"Hey, stop it, okay? Nothing really happened other than you needing a new drink." He smiled down at her. "Come on, let me buy you one."

Bella already had a nice buzz going and couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous man standing in front of her. She was more than mortified at the way her clumsiness had once again reared its ugly head, but as he held her hand in his, she was frozen in place at the sensation of heat spreading out from said hand through her whole body.

When his mouth quirked up into a sexy half-smirk, Bella found her voice again. "You don't have to buy me a drink. I mean, I ran into you. And, oh my, you should send me your laundry bill. I can't tell you how sorry I am."

"No, I was raised a gentleman, and my mother would disown me if I let a woman buy me a drink." Edward's mind was quick to remind him his mother most certainly wouldn't care, all the more since it was his nanny who'd instilled the principles of chivalry into him, but he didn't want to unload his sad childhood on this pretty girl in the first five minutes.

Bella nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment longer until she finally, yet reluctantly, agreed and let the handsome stranger lead her back to the bar by her wrist.

"What was it you were drinking?" He was probably a little bit closer to her ear than the moderate noise in the room demanded.

A warm shiver ran down Bella's neck and back as his breath fanned over the shell of her ear. It took her a moment to remember what had been in her glass when she'd literally run into him.

"Purple Rain," she whispered, still rattled by his closeness.

Edward knew he should move away but was captivated by the brunette beauty's enticing scent. He was hard-pressed not to lean in farther and kiss or suck on the delicate skin of her neck, but his manners won out, and with a quiet sigh, he straightened up again.

"A Purple Rain for the lady and a Corona for me, please," he ordered, as the man behind the bar looked up at him.

They remained quiet, frequently chancing glances at the other until their drinks were placed in front of them.

"What are we drinking to?" Bella played with the straw in her hand, waiting for him to give some toast, then she took her first sip.

"Hmmm, how about to whatever the night will bring, and definitely no regrets."

He grinned mischievously, and Bella had to swallow at the sense of foreboding she felt at his words.

"To whatever the night will bring," she repeated with a small smile.

"No regrets?" he implored, his brow raised.

"No regrets!" she agreed with all the finality she could muster.

They had both taken a big sip of their drinks when Edward remembered he didn't even know his beauty's name.

"I'm Edward, by the way," he told her, waiting for her to lend a name to the wet dreams that would certainly follow their encounter.

"Bella," she offered, sipping on her straw.

The sight of her rosy lips wrapped around the piece of plastic had his mind reeling with images of other things she could do with that mouth.

Don't go there! He chided his over-eager imagination and tried to come up with a way to actually start a conversation.

"Did you come here alone?" Oh, yes, Edward. That's the best line ever! He sarcastically praised his wit.

Bella whirled around to scan the room for something, swaying a bit on her stool.

"No, my friend Rose is here somewhere. She took off with some guy a while ago."

Edward reached over, grabbing her by the shoulders to steady her. Smiling wryly, he realized the spilled drink obviously wasn't her first one of the night.

Her big, brown eyes gazed at him dreamily, and for a moment, he lost his train of thought, only feeling the warmth of her skin against his palms. Reluctantly, he let go of her when he was sure she was able to keep herself upright from there on.

"So, you're all alone?" Edward's voice sounded a bit like the lion luring the lamb into his den.

Bella's face broke into a mischievous smile when she proclaimed, "No, I'm not. I'm with you."

A bit taken aback by her sudden bravado, Edward couldn't help but grin widely at her comment. Yes, she was with him, and he didn't intend to let her go any time soon.

Inspired by her obvious flirtation, he decided to play along. "So, what am I going to do with you, then?"

Sucking on her straw, Bella seemed to contemplate his question as if gaining courage from her drink — which she probably was, given she was acting a bit bolder than her usual rather shy self.

When she finally spoke, her voice was all sexy in an innocent kind of way. "I'd say whatever you want."

Swallowing dryly at the implied suggestion, Edward emptied his bottle, then ordered them another round.


They flirted a lot, touching accidentally-on-purpose every few seconds. Neither of them could remember enjoying themselves so much in a very long time.

Bella was telling him about a movie she'd recently watched while Edward was absolutely distracted by a blue drop of her drink that stuck to her top lip. Totally mesmerized, he seized the moment and leaned over to her, stopping only a few inches short of her mouth.

"You have something there," he whispered, then closed the remaining distance and gently touched his lips to hers.

For a moment, Bella was startled into immobility, then her body responded and was kicked into gear as she began to move her mouth with his, weaving her fingers into his hair as she granted his tongue entrance. She hadn't felt that excited and wanted in a long time. Pulling herself against his chest, she felt a rumble as he groaned when their tongues met for the first time.

Both uninhibited by the amount of alcohol in their systems and lost in the passion unfolding, it didn't take them long to turn their kiss into a spectacle for those around them. They didn't notice, though, too absorbed in one another to care what was going on until a deep chuckle made them pull apart.

"Dammit, Ed, I'm still waiting for my beer while you're sucking face with Bambi, here. Nice, by the way." Emmett eyed Bella up head to toe, lingering on her ass a moment too long for Edward's liking.

"Em, stop eye-fucking my girl," Edward chided, placing a possessive hand on Bella's behind as she leaned into him, smirking.

Emmett snorted. "Your girl, huh? Whatever. Look, if you continue like that you'll have to charge a fee for the show. So, come on back to the booth with me. I met this chick, and I need to get her drunk. You could help me with that."

He turned toward the bar and ordered a bottle of tequila and four shot glasses, then motioned for his friend and the pretty brunette to follow him. Edward looked at Bella questioningly, but she just shrugged her shoulders and hopped down from her stool, thinking that she might as well enjoy her night thoroughly. Then she took Edward's hand in hers and pulled him after her to where Emmett had vanished in the throng of people.

At the booth, they found Edward's friend sitting next to a slim blond. "This is Goldilocks. Goldilocks, Geekward and Bambi," he offered as 'introductions' as the two plopped down on the other side of the table.

"I'm Irina," Emmett's conquest introduced herself, reaching out her hand for Bella to shake.

"Hi," she greeted. "I'm Bella, and this is Edward."

"Okay, okay," Emmett interrupted. "Enough with the formalities. What are we playing?"

Bella scrunched up her forehead. "Playing?"

"Yeah, a drinking game, of course. I suggest Never Have I Ever. Who's in? Goldilocks?"

Irina shrugged. "Sure."

"Great. Bambi?"

Bella seemed to contemplate for a moment, then smiled. "Yeah, I'm in."

"Ed, I'm not asking you because majority rules and you're outnumbered anyway." He set a shot glass in front of each of them, then poured the tequila. "Okay, I'll go first. Never have I ever been in a relationship that lasted longer than three months."

The three others lifted their glasses and knocked back the clear liquid.

"My turn," Irina cheered as she refilled the empty glasses. "Never have I ever watched Star Wars."

"Which part?" Emmett glanced at her questioningly.

Irina looked a bit taken aback. "There's more than one?"

Edward, Bella and Emmett groaned in unison and emptied their glasses. Then Bella poured another round.

"Um," she mused for a moment. "Oh, right. Never have I ever thrown a party when my parents were out of town."

This time, only Emmett and Irina reached for their shots. "Party poopers," he threw at his friend and Bella, then clinked his glass to the blond's at his side before they both drank.

Edward gave them a refill, then took his turn.

"Never have I ever been on a sports team."

Again, it was Irina and Emmett drinking with Emmett play-sneezing "dorks" at the two people on the other side of the booth.

Even those small similarities made Edward and Bella feel a deeper connection to the other than just the physical attraction. As if to emphasize it, they gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment, only to be interrupted by Emmett starting the next round.

The topics turned a little more explicit that time around. Emmett started off with stating he'd never ever had a condom accident, making only Irina drink. After that, she proclaimed she'd never ever had sex in her childhood bedroom.

Bella swallowed down her drink, her eyes closed as a little jolt of pain stung her at the memory of her and Riley going at it in her movie-poster decorated room while her parents were having dinner with friends. It had all been rushed and even kind of awkward, but back then, she'd felt happy.

Edward noticed Bella having a faraway look on her face as she downed her drink. She looked sad and even a little forlorn, and he wanted nothing more than to erase that expression from her face. Following his instinct, he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her full and soft lips. Bella's eyes snapped to meet his, and a sweet smile lit up her face.

"You okay?" Edward asked worriedly, whispering into her ear. She answered him with a small nod. "Then it's your turn."

She filled up her and Emmett's glasses, then pondered her next statement. "Never have I ever broken up with someone."

Irina and Emmett knocked back their drinks without wasting a second, while Edward leaned his head to one side, then the other, not sure if he had initiated the end of his last relationship or if it had been completely mutual. In the end, he decided that, at least, he had been quite active in the break-up and therefore decided to empty his glass as well.

"What was that about?" Bella wondered, her voice starting to slur a bit.

"That's a story for another day," he replied, pouring three new shots.

The game went on in that same fashion until the bottle was empty and they all were severely intoxicated. The more alcohol they had in their system, the more forward their questions became. They learned Bella had actually attempted to give roadhead once, which made Emmett whistle approvingly. He, in turn, had admitted to having tried a threesome, and Irina and Edward had both been caught having sex in the back of a car.

They decided to end their game, and Irina pulled Emmett onto the dance floor with her. Alone in the booth and pretty much drunk, Edward and Bella couldn't fight the pull toward each other any longer. Within seconds, their tongues were tangled in a passionate dance, and while Bella's hands were woven into Edward's hair, his were stroking her sides, slightly brushing the underside of her breasts.

"Wow, Bells, looks like you're having some fun here." A very familiar, appreciative-sounding voice made Bella loosen her grip so Edward could pull away a bit.

When she turned, she found Rosalie sitting on the other side of the booth with a handsome guy about their age.

"Rose, this is Edward. Edward, that's my best friend, um ... Rosalie." Bella's slight blunder only made her more aware of her drunken addled brain.

Rosalie regarded her intoxicated friend with some concern as she said, "Nice to meet you, Edward."

Edward only nodded to Bella's blond friend, then busied himself kissing and licking up and down Bella's neck. As inebriated as he was, he just couldn't keep his hands or lips off her.

Bella couldn't hold back the moans Edward's caresses elicited and very quickly she drowned out her friend's words, dedicating the bit of attention the alcohol left her to kissing Edward. It wasn't much later that she found herself straddling his legs, grinding into his undeniable and impressive hard-on.

Edward was about to explode, reveling in the way she made him feel, but at the same time, needing so much more of her. He wasn't usually the type to take a girl home the evening he met her — the two times he'd done so, he'd regretted it in the light of the next day — but somehow, this was different. He wanted Bella now, but not just now. He wanted her tonight, the next night and every night after that. That much he was sure of. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew the right thing to do would be to take the very much drunk Bella to her home, ask her for her phone number, give her a kiss goodnight and call her the next day to ask her out on a date. And he totally wanted that — most of it.

But Bella made it pretty clear she wanted more than a kiss goodnight, as well. She didn't strike him as a one-night-stand type of girl, but maybe this was different for her, too.

"Dammit, Edward, I want you," she whispered against his lips, and he was a goner.

"Come back with me to my place?" Edward asked her hopefully.

Only for a fraction of a second did Bella question if what she was about to do was right, but her need and the connection she felt with Edward quickly overruled the already-weak doubt. Reluctantly, she climbed off his lap, and they left the bar without delay.


The taxi ride to Edward's apartment was pretty much the same intense make-out session they'd started at the bar, and they were relieved to reach his building ten minutes later.

The elevator couldn't go up fast enough. When they stumbled into Edward's living room shortly after, crossing it in a few strides to reach the bedroom, they'd already started to pull the clothes off each other, only to leave them were they fell around his bed.

Their hands were frantic, exploring every inch of exposed skin with hands, lips and tongues. They ended up on the bed, a heap of tangled limbs, and every restraint was suddenly gone. Edward's erection magically lined up with Bella's heat, and without any rational thought on either side, he pushed into her, making her cry out with a sense of wholeness and relief. It had been twelve months since she'd had sex with another person but herself, and although she'd made good use of her battery-operated friends, nothing compared to the elation she felt as Edward filled her so completely.

She was desperate to savor the feeling of him stretching her to accommodate him, but at the same time, she needed him to move and make her feel like he was taking her; that he wanted her as much as she did him.

Edward was almost overwhelmed with the sensation of Bella's warmth surrounding him so snugly. She was tighter than he'd imagined, squeezing him almost into insanity. All his instincts told him to fuck her with wild abandon while he held himself back to not shoot his load prematurely. He wanted it to be good for her.

Good didn't even begin to describe what Bella felt when Edward finally pulled out of her, only to sheath himself inside her a second later. She took a few moments to get used to the delicious friction until it suddenly wasn't enough. Digging her heels into Edward's ass, she tried to spur him on to take her harder, and he was only too glad to oblige.

Their moans and heavy breathing filled the little room as they moved in unison, their hips meeting thrust for thrust. Considering Bella's long abstinence and the level of Edward's arousal, it took them only a few minutes to come together in a climax with an intensity neither of them had ever experienced. Bella, who'd never before come without additional manual stimulation, was completely taken by surprise and overwhelmed with the force of her orgasm. This virtual stranger had achieved what her boyfriend of seven years never had, and it left a level of satisfaction she'd never forget.

Exhausted, sated and still somewhat dizzy with the alcohol in their system, they began to fall asleep wrapped up in each other's arms, but not before assuring one another they just had the best sex of their lives.


A/N: I hope you all liked it. If you did, please, leave me your thoughts, here or on Facebook in my group Payton79's Fanfiction.

Hope to see you over at Tie the Knot soon. To maybe make the decision a little easier on you, here's a teaser:

… "Edward," Dr. Denali greeted me with a wide smile, "I'm happy to see you today. I hope you don't mind diving right in. How important is sexuality to you?"

What a way to start a conversation. "Uhm, I'm a guy. I'd say it's pretty damn important." Running my hand through my hair nervously, I waited for the uncomfortable questions to continue.

"At least you're being honest," she said with a smirk. "Can you tell me a bit about your sexual history?"

Fuck! My mother could watch the show!

A little panicked, I glanced over at the camera a few feet away from us. Dr. Denali's eyes followed mine, apparently knowing what I was thinking.

"It's okay, Edward," she tried to reassure me. "This won't be aired on TV. We'll only take very general parts of my interviews into the final cut of the show. Most of what we talk about is just for the sake of finding you the right match. I'm sure you wouldn't want a wife who has completely different likes and dislikes in the bedroom. Now, relax and just tell me a bit about your experiences."

Deciding I had to give her something if I wanted to win my bet, I plunged right in and stuck to the truth — mostly. "Okay. Here goes. I was kind of a geek in high school, so it took me until my first college party to lose my virginity. I've had a few girlfriends, a few one-night stands and a friend with benefits, but all things considered, I think I've had less partners than the average single guy my age." And of that I was sure.

"Sounds like it, yes," she agreed, then she straightened up in her seat. "When you're being intimate with a woman, are you rather the active or passive part?" …

I hope you like it. Now, I wish you all a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Take care.

xo Payton