Title: Immersion
Rating: M - I'm not kidding about that. So don't read this if you're bothered by graphic depictions of sexual intercourse.
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, as though you didn't know. I'm just borrowing Bella and Edward for my own not-for-profit entertainment and they will be returned in the same condition, but possibly sore and sated.
Author's Note: This is the first piece I've thought was good enough for posting. I might change my mind tomorrow though. I tried to make Edward in character. I had trouble reconciling what Edward would and wouldn't do with what I wanted him to do. This fanfic doesn't belong in any particular place in the canon timeline, its just smutty goodness.
Laying on top of the covers with Bella curled against my side, I stared up at the ceiling tracing patterns in the plaster with my eyes that weren't really there. I glanced down at her sleeping form, fragile and beautiful. I inhaled deeply, pressing my nose to her mahogany waves of hair. The scent of her strawberry shampoo pleasantly wafted around her and the always present burn scorched my throat as her natural scent flooded me, more potent and overwhelming than usual tonight. It was not so heady as to be a threat to my control, but surprising to me in its mysteriousness.
Once I knew I had to be with her despite how dangerous it was for her, I surrounded myself in her scent, trying to acclimate myself to it in its familiarity. The most peculiar thing was that I did not have to fight back the snarling monster I'd kept chained for many months now. There was no urging to take her life this time. I was immeasurably thankful for that small mercy. I would not have to feel disgusted with myself for my lack of humanity in the morning.
It was an inconvenient time for her blood to be smelling so pleasing to me though. I did not know what was affecting me lately, but something about her has been compelling me in ways I don't understand. I am unable to put my finger on precisely what has been influencing my behavior in the last few days, except to say that I have been more overtly possessive than I revealed to her before. Far from being scared or put off by my odd mood, she seemed attracted by it! I was at once alarmed by another showing of her lack of self-preservation and yet desiring to show my mutual attraction to her by claiming her as my own. Although she did nothing unusual to court such attentions from me, it was difficult to curb the impulse. It was becoming more difficult now that the cloying scent of her blood clouded my rational thoughts that reined in the lust for her body.
I was pulled from my internal conflict by the shifting form beside me. Suddenly, Bella was stretching, her lower spine twisting back and forth, and squirming across the bed trying to get relief from some discomfort. Watching her particular movements, rolling side to side and contorting her lower back muscles, I made the connection. The only other times I'd seen moves like these from her have been on the first day or two of her period. Bella has been known to twist the same way in a usually failed effort to make the pain of her accompanying cramps let up. Fortunately I was able to figure that much out for myself and saved us both the embarrassment of broaching the subject.
I could not save myself from burning with shame as I was hit with another hard truth. My formerly unexplainable actions around her had an explanation that was not at all mysterious. Two doctoral degrees were not enough to prepare me for the possibility that some part of me, vampire or man, was an animal. Perhaps it was a combination of the two. My heighten senses perceived a change about her that I had no experience with, that is her increasing fertility. Feeling the pull of that poised fertility, I was acting like an animal alternately protecting my mate from encroaching males and circling her like she was ready to be mounted.
I groaned at the thought. If I could have I would have blushed all over as the realization occurred to me again that regardless of how thoroughly unacceptable my behavior was, it didn't deter her from leaning into me, showing me with her body language that she appreciated my machismo and was even attracted by it for the time being.
The one saving grace in this tormenting epiphany was that I hadn't shown myself to be the animal I was to her. That wasn't enough though to hold back the flood of tantalizing visions that involved me getting to know her in mutually pleasing ways.
One notion in particular inspired me, and I could not stop myself from drawing it out in my mind even as I knew I should stop thinking about something that would surely offend and repulse her. In my minds eye, I rolled against her and held her sleeping form to me. I kissed her ear and down her throat, letting my cool breath play against the soft skin there. I trailed my lips down and down to the exposed skin on her chest. She made the softest of sounds in response, waking from her slumber. Impatient to taste more of her, I pushed her stretched out t-shirt up and freeing her beautiful breasts to my gaze. I cupped her full breast with a cold hand, caressing it in my palm. My thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled her nipple and circled her areola encouraging it to pebble and point to me. I afforded her other mound the same attention, plucking the soft rose colored crown and rubbing across it with the pad of my thumb to sooth.
Dipping my head, I took on of the excited nubs between my lips, enjoying how it felt there. I grazed her tip with my tongue and she arched into my mouth. Lifting off her with a soft wet pop, I kissed my way down to her navel and the source of my frustration of late. I curled my fingers into the waistband of her threadbare pajama bottoms and pulled them down her legs and off. Her undergarment gets the same treatment.
Too selfish to wait any longer, and needing no other approval than the sounds of her enjoyment, I trail my fingers up along the insides of her thighs, teasing her. Her knees bend and fall open for me of their own volition showing me she is as helplessly in thrall to her want of me as I am to her. I press a kiss to her inner thigh, slowly approaching my destination at her center. My breath caught at the sight of the inviting glisten of wetness on her inner folds as they peeked out shyly from their hidden place beneath her outer folds.
As close as I am to her, I can smell the pooling of her blood in her loins more forcefully than before. Even in the darkness, I can see the crimson wetness coating her folds and I lick my lips in anticipation. The cool air I expel tickles over her most sensitive region, making her moan and scoot slightly closer to me seeking the stimulation she hopes is coming. She is not wrong. I reached up to delicately part her folds with one hand, revealing the tempting pink slickness that was only getting wetter from my nearness. My icy tongue grazes her folds, gathering the sweet tasting blood carefully and thoroughly. Against the incomparable experience of sating my thirst for her, the taste of her arousal brands itself into my memory. The duel pleasure is beyond heaven for me and I could eagerly spend my life with her laid out before me, her blood trickling slowly and in bursts across onto my waiting lips and evidence of her arousal flowing the same as I drive her ever higher.
I can feel her folds quivering as I kiss them tenderly. Over and over, I lick a cool trail along her slit and back again, my tongue plunging into the warmest place I've ever known. Around and around, I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, varying the patterns and causing her to cry out shamelessly in frustration. I slowly increase her pleasure until she is thrashing helplessly against my mouth, seeking release.
Her muscles clench and she curls herself around my head. Heedless of propriety, she threads her fingers in my hair, grasping and holding me to her where she needs me. I raise my head, smirking crookedly at her keening, pleading cries. Her head thrashes from side to side as her lower body thrusts at me independently seeking its release. Her gasps for breath are shallow and whimpering as she strains for release. Her inner walls seize and release against my tongue, still mercilessly plowing into her despite the restrictive channel. A last gush of her essence coats my tongue signaling her release.
As she comes down from her orgasm, my fantasy also winds up ejecting my thoughts back into reality. And in reality I have been staring down at her wondrous form all this time, making tiny gentle circles on her collar bone with my fingertips. I feel another bout of justified loathing toward myself for entertaining such disrespectful and illicit fantasies about her, and for behaving so animalistically around her. Knowing the reason for my moods may make them easier to contain, though the same cannot be said for the visions of frolicking, seductive Bella that sometimes presses herself to me, sometimes leans back on her elbows and all, but invites me to claim her as my own, and sometimes perching enthusiastically on my face while she twists and pulls her own nipples harshly and wantonly-
Oh, god, I really have to stop thinking about this. This is worse than what that pitiful Mike Newton thinks about her. That thought is enough to calm me down for now. I know that my thoughts will stray again and again. With a temptation so unparalleled as she is to me, it is an inevitability. I watch her sleep the rest of the night, concentrating on checking my behaviour in the coming day.
The End
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