Bella: Bella Swan is a a 17 year old –average- girl in love with her guardian, the mysterious, rich, and possibly dangerous Edward Cullen. Is it her average-ness that repels Edward or does he have his own reasons for staying away? How can Bella overcome all of the obstacles that she faces in order to obtain what she knows belongs to her? Rated M for lemons, snarkiness, and general smuttiness.
My first attempt at ff; updates depend on whether anyone likes the story. :) I've had a few ideas rolling around in my head and I just had to get them out.
8 PM at Cullen Mansion, 2nd floor balcony looking down into main foyer
"Edward, I have to ask you a question. Can I unzip those dress pants and lick you like a lollipop? My inner bitch smirks. Edward?" I lean forward over the balcony, gazing down at Edward, who's frozen a few steps below me. He seems to have lost all ability to talk. His eyes flicker up from where they rested on my lips to my eyes, and away again. He can't seem to focus on one feature. His gaze travels over my face and neck and then falls below. I can feel it like a hot vibration, wherever it touches me. I bite my lip as my body responds to his proximity as it always does- with a hot pooling between my thighs. I feel my nipples harden and become sensitive against my top. How good would his lips and tounge feel on them? Those perfect lips part slightly, as he…gasps? I hear a slight groan and he runs his long, graceful fingers through his already wild hair – making it even messier.
"Get into bed – I mean, to sleep. We'll talk tommorow." He chokes out. Is Mr. Cullen, CEO of Twilight Incorporated, aka the most intimidating man in Washington, nervous? Because of me? I glance down at myself slyly. I'm extremely excited - and embarassed- to see proof of what I had already felt: My nipples are quite obviously erect and pushing up against my thin white camisole. With the way the light is hitting me right now, I know my camisole is probably just about transparent. My breasts are practically spilling out from my tiny excuse for sleepwear. I battle my characterisitc urge to wrap my arms around myself and run away in shame. I focus on Alice's advice: "You need to show him what he's missing, because Bella, any guy would drool over THAT rack." I somehow doubt Edward finds my overly generous chest irresistable, considering the type of woman he's about to take on a date tonight, but it does seem to affect him a little. I cross my arms underneath my breasts, pushing them up. I hear another groan, and look up to see him biting his lower lip, those gorgeous eyes locked on my breasts. He looks like he's in agony.
"I just wanted to ask if you can loan me one of your cars tommorow?" I ask in an innocent voice, as if I'm not leaning over the banister and pushing my chest practically into his face - on purpose. Edward is still staring at my nipples. I almost die when he licks his lips. Put that toungue where you really want to, Edward. My inner bitch encourages him in my head. A minute goes by. Two minutes. We both forget my question. Time seems to have left us behind as he starts breathing harder and moving up the stairs, his bottomless green eyes fixed on my virtually naked breasts. My nipples get even perkier under his scorching gaze. I want to run into his arms and rub against him like a cat. I want to thrust my hands up into his beautiful wild hair and pull his head down to kiss the hell out of him. I want him to grab my tiny little cami and rip it OFF and lick and suck me everywhere he obviously wants to right now; before carrying me to his bed and doing wild, naughty things to me all night long. I wonder if he's hard right now. I don't even realize I'm panting until I hear the click-clacking of heels coming down the foyer towards the stairs and snap out of it. Edward suddenly comes to himself as well. The latest blond bimbo he's taking out on a date glowers up at me while smoothing her glaring red dress down her flat ass.
"Eddie darling, does the child need a nanny to tuck her in? I know some services you can call. We are running late for the party." She looks at me and smirks while Edward flushes and practically leaps away from me.
"Tanya, it's Edward, and Bella was just asking me a question." Tanya doesn't hear his icy tone because while Edward stalks down the stairs and to the door, she and I are engaged in a silent glare-down. "Bella you can take the Volvo to school. I'll see you tommorow." He's avoiding looking at me while he talks, and holding the door open for the witch.
Tanya smirks at me again and struts over to Edward, hooking her hand around his bicep. "Sweet dreams, darling." She sneers up at me. I fight the urge to dive down the stairs and rip her scrawny arm off of MY bicep, along with the stupid smirk on her face. Instead, I walk dejectedly (and somewhat melodramatically) to my bed and get out my secret stash of vodka from undeneath that Alice got me for just these kinds of moments. Hopefully, it can soothe my broken heart and the toe I stubbed on the way to my room.
2 AM in Bella's bedroom, slightly tipsy
I snap myself out of the memory of what had happened this evening. I am currently curled up on my left side underneath my fluffy blue comforter, still wearing my tiny little cami and hugging my pillow. Edward still isn't home. I've cried myself out and now am slightly tipsy while I ponder my situation. You would think living with the hottest man around town….scratch that, the hottest man in the entire universe, would be enough excitement for me. Edward Cullen is over six feet of pure, unadulterated, steamy sex. Bronze sexhair, brilliant green eyes, a chiseled jaw, spectacular abs and a happy trail that makes me drool a little just thinking about where it leads. To my precious, my inner bitch purrs. Seeing him in the hallways, being able to touch and use his things (no not those things, unfortunately)…you'd say I should be thanking whatever deity gave me such good luck, right? You would be wrong. Not that it doesn't soothe my soul a little to know that I am the only female to ever live in his house. Or that I am the only one who gets to see his sex hair every morning (which is the best time to see his sex hair, FYI); or that I can see him day in and day out without resorting to stalking (well, mostly); or that I can smell him everywhere in this house; or that I can sneak peeks at his body whenever he isn't paying attention. Oh yes, the perks are enviable. Most of the women around here would kill to be where I am for a day. But, the truth is that I wish I were not me. Even just for a day. Maybe if I was a dumb, skinny, airhead like the ones he goes out with every week, he would give me what I burn for every damn night – himself.
My name is Bella Swan. Yes, really. My mother was that much of a hopeless romantic that she had to name her daughter "beautiful swan". If she was hoping that it would magically inhibit me from getting her clumsy gene, then she'd be sorely disappointed when she saw me walking. If there's even a smidgen of distance between me and the object of my desire, it is my body's ultimate mission to betray me and trip on the way there. I have the grace of an elephant in a japanese tea house. Other than my lack of bodily coordination, I got pretty lucky and ended up with most of Renee's good genes. I just thank god that I didn't get stuck with Charlie's tendency to grow hair on every body part. I smile sadly, remembering how his bushy mustache used to tickle me when he'd pick me up and kiss my cheek after work. If they were both still alive right now, my parents would beam in that special way they had when they saw how much of a seamless combination I am of them both. I have my mom's brown hair and her small nose while I have Charlie's brown eyes and his pale skin. The rest is nothing remarkable. I won't say I'm breathtakingly beautiful, but I'm not hideous either. I guess you could say I'm average. Average. What a despicable little word. It rolls right off your tounge, easily and effortlessly, but it's the bane of my existence. Maybe if I wasn't so fucking average I wouldn't be sitting here alone in my room at 2 am in the morning imagining ways to kill that blond bimbo who'd had her bright red claws hooked onto Edward's arm just a few hours ago. A flashing visual came into my mind about just where her claws probably were on Edward by now, and I winced. That was just too painful to imagine. Edward belongs to me!, my inner territorial bitch roared. I nod fiercely, agreeing with her; he was mine and I needed to find some way to get him to realize that. The plan Alice, my best friend, had helped me come up with seemed to get his attention, but obviously it still needs a lot more work.
It isn't just that I want his body - I mean that's obviously true (inner bitch turns moon-eyed and drool-faced at the thought of his hard, lean body) - but I want the rest of him even more. His tenderness towards me, his intelligence, his passion, his protectiveness, even his brooding and moodiness, I want it all; but most of all, I want his good heart. Edward deserves to be with someone who actually cares about him, not random gold-diggers who just want him for his money and his body. They don't even know him. Not the way I do. Well, the way I did. I grimace slightly at the reminder that we aren't all that close anymore. Not since my stupid, immature, idiotic, and did I say stupid? – actions the year before. In a hormone-driven state of utter idiocy, I had written a love letter to Edward confessing my adolescent heart out in the floweriest terms that ever graced a Gaelen Foley novel. I still can't even think about the ridiculous things I put in there without having to hide my face. I'd told him his 'big green eyes were as wide as the moon' and that 'they can take me to bed without me leaving the room', for god's sake! Who writes that to the object of their desire? Who? Apparently, love struck teenagers like you, idiot. I know, O wise one. I know. Edward is 27 years old, and a successful doctor as well as a business magnate. He had probably laughed his ass off at poor little Bella and her letter and dismissed it as a silly crush. That's why we came up with this plan to make him see me as a woman now.
However, ever since that fiasco, Edward has avoided me like the plague. Hah! Inner bitch smirks at the ironicness (is that even a word?) of that thought. Unlikely, considering that Edward runs a hospital and loves treating random and exotic diseases like the plague. Okay, so he avoids me like I'm the common cold. Jeez. The 'common' cold, she sneers, how fitting for us. Inner bitch can be a tad, well, bitchy. Moving on: Anyway, I don't exactly have low self-esteem or anything, it's just that I know I'm not the kind of woman- inner bitch snickers- okay, girl that Edward wants. His response – or lack thereof– to my confession, and his avoidance of me shows that clearly. However, the one thing that really drove that point home is the dating. He started "dating" (I use that term loosely since it's almost never the same woman twice), a short while after the incident. In the entire time that I'd lived with him up until then, I had never seen him go out on dates. Now, there's a regular parade of bimbos he takes out to funtions and dinners every week. He's only ever seen with tall, skinny, modelesque women like Tanya, who look like a strong sneeze could blow them away. We should have sneezed on her! Inner bitch pouts. Yours truly is of average height, has an ass that's too big to ever be a size 0, genuine boobs, and is pale enough to be a vampire when compared to those ladies. Ladies, hah! Maybe harlots, or ooh, ooh, I know! Ladies-of-the-night, or whor- Be nice, I order myself. Inner bitch is bitchy, but at least she's fairly and equally bitchy to all. In any case, his point is obviously and painfully clear, even to me. I am the furthest thing from what he wants. So why do I still have hope? Maybe because, sometimes, when he's caught off guard, (like tonight) I see a flicker of awareness, of something deeper, in his eyes. I could be imagining it, but moments like that brief one with him on the stairs tonight give me hope that something more does exist between us.
If anyone wants to see the cami I had in mind when Bella was tempting Edward, you can find a link in my profile. :)
Please review and let me know if you want to hear more! The more you guys review, the faster the next chapter will be up. Oh yes, I like to tease. ;) Has anyone caught onto Edward yet? I want to see how many people were paying close attention.
P.S. The next chapter would have been done already if it wasn't for twitter. Breaking Dawn set photos are up, and all I'm going to say is UNNFFF! (Think Robward's hand meets Krisella's robustbutt plus Overload of kissing/handholding/snuggling on & OFF camera) O_o Fangirls all over the world were having a mass orgasm tonight.