Across the Airwaves, Fan Fiction
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Across the Airwaves
by
Isabel0329
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/572695/Isabel0329
Bela Swanissuffering from anotherboutof her continualinsomniawhen
she comes across a velvetyvoice onthe radiolateatnight.
Prologue -3
Chapter 1: First Listen - 4
Chapter 2: Always A Way - 7
Chapter 3: First Date - 13
Chapter 4: Alice Is Right … Again - 19
Chapter 5: Admission - 28
Chapter 6: Doubts and Insecurities - 39
Chapter 7: Resolution - 46
Chapter 8: Giving In- 52
Chapter 9: A Deal Is Struck - 64
Chapter 10: Don’t Play Games - 74
Chapter 11: Reassurances - 84
Chapter 12: Morning Greetings - 96
Chapter 13: Radio Station Shenanigans - 105
Chapter 14: History Lessons - 120
Chapter 15: One Little Word - 128
Chapter 16: Future Unknown - 137
Chapter 17: Fault Lines - 145
Chapter 18: Second Chances - 155
Chapter 19: Home - 165
Chapter 20: Heart Shaped - 174
Epilogue - 182
Songs - 186
Prologue
His fingers softly brushed across my skin in the dark. They skipped and jumped across the
surface of my thighs, dancing upward from where they had started their path at my ankles.
I could feel his lips following after his fingers. They were leaving a path of delicate kisses on my
skin.
My heart felt like it was going to explode right out of my chest if he didn’t stop teasing me.
“Please,” I begged, my voice an octave lower than normal.
Silence.
He knew I liked his voice, so he persisted in teasing.
The radio I’d tuned in the kitchen was still on. I could hear the piano chords even over the bass
drum of my heartbeat in my ears.
“That was another long set of my favorite Chopin concertos. We’ll be right back after a word
from our sponsors,” the velvety voice from the radio said.
My eyes went wide with surprise. My mind struggled to understand how the voice could be
coming out of the radio when the owner of said voice was presently teasing me into oblivion with
his touch.
Obviously he understood my silent confusion.
“Pre-recorded.” His answer was simple. He wasn’t going to give me what I wanted just yet. He
knew how to play me.
“Oh,” I replied, barely able to come up with a more complex answer.
Swiftly, he pulled himself up from between my legs, placing his body over mine. He brought his
head down to the space next to my ear and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
“Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?”
Chapter 1: First Listen
Insomnia sucks.
There. I said it.
I’ve had it for as long as I can remember, though I’ve had times where it has at least allowed me a
few months of somewhat regular sleep patterns.
But lately, though, it’s been back with a vengeance.
I’ll lay down and start to drift off to sleep when my eyes suddenly find their way open again, all
hopes of shutting for the night lost.
So instead of laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, I began to work at night. Thankfully my
job as an editor for a publishing house gave me just the opportunity to do so. I mean, I still went
into work during the day like normal, but I did most of my reading during the night.
It actually worked out quite well, thanks to my present living situation.
Throughout college I’d lived by myself, the insomnia making that a necessity. No normal
roommate could have possibly put up with me wandering around the whole night. Thankfully I
was on a scholarship in college and it paid for the opportunity for me to live by myself.
But out in the “real” world where rent was much higher, I didn’t have such luck.
Thankfully my best friend Alice had agreed to live with me, thus allowing me to split the
exorbitant rent with another person. And also thankfully, she was a deep sleeper and didn’t
hear me when I would inevitably make noise late at night. Even so, I’d put up sound-proof
padding on the wall separating our rooms just in case.
I shuffled the papers around on my desk, my eyes momentarily losing focus.
Damn, I thought. I’m going to have to get glasses at some point. All this reading is making my
eyes cross.
“Oh god!” the cry came from outside my room.
Insomnia might be good for getting work done, but it’s terrible when you have a roommate who
has a steady boyfriend who likes to sleep over frequently. That is, if they ever actually slept
when he came over.
I reached over to the radio on the table next to my desk. Flicking on the power button, I quickly
turned the dial to find something that would drown out the soon-to-be very loud noises Alice
would make under Jasper’s capable hands.
Nope, not rap. And definitely not techno. Or country. Not my genres at all.
Seriously, is there any good music on the radio anymore?
Though I enjoyed rock music, it wasn’t good working music. I flipped past my normally favorite
station and continued down on the dial.
Static permeated the air.
It’s so sad to see radio dying, I thought.
I was about to keep tuning when the familiar chords of classical piano came out of the radio.
Perfect. I spent most of college listening to classical music, thanks to an overly tough schedule of
classes I’d laid upon myself to graduate with honors.
Classical music was the best work music in the world. It would flow in the background, both
allowing me to concentrate while still managing to keep me entertained.
Notes flowed softly into the air around me.
I put my head down and continued with my work. This was a particularly interesting piece of
writing, something a promising young author had sent in recently. My boss wanted it done soon
and hopefully would pass it along to her higher ups, so I wanted to make it perfect before I was
finished with it. I wanted to get this particular author published.
“Jasper!” Alice’s scream ripped through the air.
My response? Sighing, I turned the volume up higher. It’s going to be a long night, that much I
knew.
A loud thud hit the wall between our rooms suddenly, breaking my concentration again.
Okay, serious action has to be taken. When the walls start shaking, that’s when I give up.
I opened the drawer in my desk and riffled around through it, looking for my noise-canceling
headphones I reserved for plane trips. After finding them, I swiftly plugged the cord into the
headphone jack on the radio before settling them over my ears.
Instantly the classical music filled my brain and all other background noises fell away.
Much better.
I slugged my way through the next chapter, my red pen slicing through extraneous words and
superfluous paragraphs. I added words where necessary to make it flow better and fixed the
several errant commas the author was seemingly fond of.
The music in my ears faded.
I frowned, not liking the silence.
“Tonight’s featured composer is Mozart and we’ll be playing my personal selections. Hopefully
my favorites are your favorites,” a rich, velvety voice announced on the radio.
My hand stopped cold.
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