*Warning: foul mouthed fan-ficky language ahead. If you're sensitive, skip this post* --- My body is pressed up against the wall of a glass elevator, knuckles turning white as I grip hard onto the railing feeling my knees going weak, aware of the quick rise and fall of my chest as I’m panting with desire. Jeez, how can I compose myself when standing across from me is Edward Cullen – aka Fifty Sh…