Name: Bella's Dream
Author: Sabelina
Type of Edward: Prep
Character type: Alternative Universe
Story type: All Human
POV: Bella and Edward
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I Do Not Own Twilight!!
Bella
So I didn't move back to forks. There was no rain, no everything's off the highway little towns, or no dads in my life. Renee had persuaded me to not go to Washington, but she didn't win the fight for me not to move to Chicago with my other family.
Charlie and Renee never made much money, yet that never a problem. Charlie's cousin was different. His family, Uncle Carlisle, was one of the highest elite in the city. What pulled me here to the Windy City were more then lights, and hip pace? Yes, my cousin Alice, my evil twin in every way, helped in dragging me here. Still one force was stronger then her pull.
Edward Masen's pull could be compared to the force that held me to Earth. I could never admit that I love him; that my life means little without his arguments to keep my mind sharp. There are times when he drove me so mad I didn't know whether I wanted to kill him or kiss him. Kissing him usually wins, except for when he is being an ass. Unfortunately he enjoys being an ass to me-that's the average pretty prep boy for you.
Tonight Alice and I were invited to Emmett house for a party. She was taking Jasper with her. Emmett family was long great friends of mine, and Edward was Emmett was cousin.
Alice had set on my bed a cream lace skirt with a sage green top. There was a pair of gold strapy thick heels that had a heart buckle. Also laid on the bed was a golden necklace in a velvet box. It was a cameo with an onyx for the stone behind it. A note was placed beside it.
'I hope you love it.'
I didn't know the hand writing it was not Alice's. Then who could it be?
The shirt was off the shoulders, fitting snugly, and had a scoop neckline. Short but clean cut the skirt shaped out my hips nicely. There was a bow tie on the right side, a slit leading up to it. It fit perfectly, but Alice knew that it would. She came in after I was dressed to do my finishing touches.
"Al did you give me this necklace?" I asked as she did my hair.
"No they showed up my delivery this morning addressed to you. What are you doing with someone?"
Emmett's house was crawling with people. The music could be heard a block away- unheard of in Chicago actually- and the crowd was hoppin'! I was standing in a corner watching the people, wondering where a red-head trouble maker was.
Jasper had Alice by the waist, pulling her gracefully around the dance floor. Rosalie Hale was dragging Emmett out to Alice. I saw a simmer of red, causing me to find the source. As usual there was a sea of bubbly bimbo blondes- try saying that ten times fast- circling the God for a chance to say "Hello there."
Edward was in the basic prep uniform: kaki pants and an ice blue tight sweater. Why did he have to look so good? I . . . I just want to eat him up . . . repeatively. He caught my eye. The intimacy of our locked gaze could be mirrored as if we were the only two in the room filled with hundreds. His warm, golden, hypnotic eyes touched my very soul; it was as if he to could fell my longing and felt the same. Not that could ever be true- Edward hated me.
Edward:
There she was . . . one leg hitched up on the wall allowing the slit on that side to ride up, showing more of her beautiful light skin. How much would I love to have both of those gorgeous legs around my waist wile assaulting her with kisses? The thought of her moaning my name was making me hard.
Not that any of that mattered. The woman that I've loved since I was nine had no interest in me other than making me look like an idiot. I never wanted anyone the way I wanted Isabella Swan could not stand me never could. I wished once to be able to call her Bella, as if I were close to her.
I caughther eyes and melted; there was no better word for it. It was times like this that I truly wondered how she felt about me. There was so much to be seen in her chocolate eyes: pain, hatred, sadness, longing, lust, and something that I could not match with her actions-love. But that could be and probably was wishful thinking. Odd how whenever we fight I see a look –in the moment we are thinking about what to throw at each other next. The moment, comparable to the struggle inside of my soul when I'm by Bella, killed me because I did know what side to chose. Do I get angry or do I grab and kiss her senseless? My anger has a way of winning, yet I yearn for my battle to turn against me, against my self-preservation.
My vision was blocked by boobs being shoved in my face-Lauren. Will she ever get the hint? Okay she was flexible, but I really could less. She's not what I want. By the time I turned back to look Bella's face was turned. There were many faceless blondes around me, speaking, yet I didn't understand one word of it. Something tugged my attention away from my heat source standing across the room.
"Grand on Eddie!" Emmett said. Why were they betting on me? Alice joined with Emmett. Whatever they were betting on they were going to win- Alice has a thing for knowing what's going to happen.
"A grand on Bella." Said both Rose and Jasper.
"A grand on what?" I asked.
"On whether you get her . . . Ow," Alice had elbowed Em mid-sentence.
"On whether you or her win tonight's argument." She winked at me.
"Yeah," I rolled my eyes as I walked away. My target hadn't moved a muscle. A defiant angel, that pulled me towards her, sweet and innocent.
"Isabella," I greeted her, my mouth tingling.
She nodded "I read your paper on the psychology of music."
"You did?" That surprised me. She obviously cares enough to read a twenty-page paper.
"Yes . . . it is the perfect piece to mock you with."
Why I ought to? What? Hit her? I can't even touch her. But I did have one thing. "As if your paper on the classics and their underlining mean was something to frame."
She gasped, "How did-"
I wasn't going to tell her that I begged Alice to let me read that. That it took a bribe before she would even let me know the title. That it was one of the best articles I've ever red. "I have my ways. Oh, I and thought it was the perfect piece to trash you with."
"Bustard!" Bella looked pissed . . . was that what I wanted all along? No . . . it was just sexy when she got mad.
Before I could get anything out Lauren came up behind me and pulled me back. Bella hissed as I looked to her. Her face, hatred painted on it, shout at me; breaking me.
"Oh, the blonde of the month right on time," she snarled. "Have fun getting an STD!"
And she walked off shaking that ass as she went. If she wanted to kill me it was working.
Lauren pulled me back to the dance floor; not that in the mood for it, or anything after that. The party went on around me. What I saw was nothing: no people, no lights- there was nothing that could hold my attention.
Then Lauren kissed me- it was disgusting. She tasted like shit, and that was only her lips. It took five seconds, which were too long for me, to finally push her away from me.
What I saw broke my heart . . . .
Bella had been watching me. She had seen everything. Her face, her tell-tail eyes displayed the hurt she felt. Tears were slipping out of them, running down her checks and I wanted to kill myself for being such an idiot. Before I could start to her she was scampering. I took off after her.
Bella could be seen running up the stairs to the second floor. For a few minutes I couldn't see or hear anything but the music; then I heard it.
"NO, Mike! Get OFF me! Let GO!" Bella screamed.
I walked in on Mike trying to pull her through a bedroom door. Breaking his hand was an interesting thought.
"Let her go!" I growled, no one going touch her unless she wants it and she didn't want this.
Bella:
His voice was so pricing. Goose bumps ran up my arms in fright, yet not for me. Mike didn't let go. He stunk of beer, and had been slurring his words earlier.
Edward spoke again in his angel voice laced with steel. "Now, Mike . . ."
Yet Mike just continued pulling on me trying to get through the door. Edward had grabbed my other wrist, ready to pull. Before I got why he grabbed me I was behind him and his fist was traveling to Mike's chin. There was a loud smacking sound. Mike's eyes rolled back and he hit the floor. He had knocked him out cold.
We just stood there for a few minutes wondering what just happened. Edward still held my arm. Fire spread through my veins. I need to get away from him before . . . before what? I'm not going to do anything. I tried to tug my arm away, but he wouldn't let go of me.
Next thing I know I'm up against a wall being pushed up by Edward's Chest. Struggling seemed like a good idea- I didn't like how close he was.
Edward took my check in one hand; my wrist in the other. "Let go of m-"
"Bella …" his velvet voice sang with relief.
In that moment everything changed. Nothing would be the same. We couldn't go back from this. This was all or nothing; no sense of compromise can alter that.
He said my name and the puzzle pieces of us bonded together completely. It felt so right. So wonderful how his arm let go of mine and grasped my waist, pulling me to him. So perfect how his hand fit the shape of my face. His hands moved as if they were created for me, for my body alone. A sense of belonging spread through my veins.
No, it couldn't be! He didn't love me. He couldn't love me. If he loved me how will I fare? This isn't true. But what if it is?
I dragged his face to mine – kissing him. It was sweet. The way our lips met heaven could not compare too. Edward attacked me hungrily sending kisses to every inch of my neck, my face, and lower. Shivers swept over my skin. Wile kisses his sugary tasting lips I wrapped my arms around his neck, twisting my fingers in his hair. Our breathing ran rapid.
Both of his hands were at my waist; he pulled up my leg hitching it to his hip. Something hard met my core. Pleasure was following every place his finger traveled. Soon my other leg had followed suit and I was completely engulfed around him.
We made it to a room, finally. The heat building as he moved us. Growing with each little touch the fire raged on. I had already started undressing him. As I took off his sweater I discovered the plans of his chest. How perfectly carved they were. How perfect he was. Edward gently sat on the bed with my body still warped around him.
Edward:
She let go of me, pulling her legs back to where she was straddling my lap. Having her this close drove me crazy and hard. The yearning to drive into her wanted to take over my mind.
I ran my hands up her body. That pretty little shirt had to go. When it was off it left her topless. How many times have I imagined this? Reality was always better. Seeing her naked rubbing against me gave me shivers. Her beautiful body had the curves I wanted so desperately; her breasts were blossoming wonderfully. I saw those pink little nipples turn hard with my gaze. I kissed Bella's lips sliding down her throat to her shoulders to her breasts. Taking one mount in my mouth l licked her like my favorite ice cream: licking one way than the other. That's what she tastes like: too sweet for words. Moaning grew with every single suckle, but I wanted the other one. So I captured it taking it with my teeth as my hand played with her damp nipple. Switching breasts was one of the best ideas I've ever had. Bella started grinding her warm core into my member. I couldn't help, but groan into her skin.
Continuing with my exploration I pulled my hand up her skirt to her folds. They were wet; I could fell it against the lace of her panties. She was wet for me; my heart thumped loudly for her.
"Edward." She growled heavenly.
"What?" I growled as I rolled her down on the bed. There Bella laid under me. Beauty shined from all over from every inch of her; her slightly too big lips; her crystallized chocolate eyes bearing happiness, desire, trust; her whole face was aglow as she gazed up at me.
In that moment what my heart had been missing found me.
Bella's voice was a whisper, but it held rightness. "I love you . . .," she blushed after she spoke.
I took her face with my hands then. The motion possible was holing that gaze. This was what I wanted-her to fell the same pull for the other as I did. Here, now - in that moment. This was my chance, my time, to prove to her I felt the same: that my heart singing when she was near.
"As I love you," I whispered and took her in a tender kiss. We continued kissing, hands roaming over each other's bodies. Her and my breathing were gasps. I could fell her heartbeat against my chest. Bella's fingers yanked at my zipper. Unbuttoning and unzipping she pulled down my pants grabbing my ass as she went. I reacted by grinding into her hips. The sound she made will always touch my soul, bright the fire with her love.
Pushing down my pants and boxers, kicking off my shoes as I undressed for her she smiled. There she was under me ready to keep going. I was right to wait: to wait for this. Setting her feet on my shoulders Bella tugged at her skirt slipping it upward to my waiting hands- her lace thong with it. I took off her shoes with it.
Her legs were so soft I rubbed my lips up to her core taking it my mouth. And I thought her breast were sweet . . . . The wet warmth of her . . . was tantalizing. Her sweet honey dripped down my chin.
There was never a way to get enough of this; enough of her – I would always crave more.
I stuck a finger in her pumping it in and out in hopes to make her cum. I needed her to want it as much as I want it. Adding another finger and pushed harder her moaning grew louder and louder as she tighten around my fingers. Warm wetness ran down my fingers as Bella came for me. The juices of her . . . were heaven sent. So sweet I licked her clean.
To finish up I licked back up to her lips. Pulling up to look at her so that I could make sure that this was okay. That I could move on.
Trust lay in her eyes along with need. It was the trust that let me know that that was what she was calling for. With that permission I drew slowly inside her.
Bella was so fucking tight and warm I shivered in pleasure. Running into her barrier, I had a felling she was a virgin too.
That was it- the moment she made me hers. I pulled back and trusted in her. Bella winced, tightening her holed on my torso. After a few deep breaths she rocked in to my hips urging me to follow. Not being able to stop myself I dived back in her. In, out, in, out, I kept going earning moans, groans, and ah's. My body kept asking for more of her.
Soon she was tightening her holed on me earning her own growls of her name. I felt that she was close and I hungered after for her to cum with me.
"Harder, Edward, please." Bella cried out. She didn't have to ask twice. I picked up the pace. Her screams kept getting higher until she yelled my name sending me over the edgy as well.
She grasped my shoulder as she rode out her orgasm, digging her nails in my flesh. After I pulled her to my heart and wouldn't let go. Sleeping on my chest I watched Bella for what was a long time. My life was complete with her next to me and life would not get any sweeter then this. I kissed her forehead and fell into the first peaceful sleep I've had in years.
Bella:
The sunlight woke me up, and I couldn't help but smile. My dreams were . . . there were no words to describe how mind-boggling they were. If only they were true, but I knew that they weren't because of how wonderful I slept.
Arms tightened around me then. Wait arms shouldn't be tightening around mw. I dreamt last night! It wasn't real – yet, it was. We were wrapped in the other's arms; I felt his warm flesh on my naked skin; there was something nudging thigh.
"Good morning." A voice smooth as honey whispered. His voice. Here I laid in Edward's arms, in what I thought was heaven, but is was just a night of lust for him, not love. This reminded me of something I did care about last night, but was important. Did we use protection?
"Please tell me you used a condom." Oh, god PLEASE!!
"Bella, I'd never done that before – I'm clean." I shook my head as I realized what this meant.
"Oh no," I whimpered
"What?" Edward asked slowly. "You couldn't have anything. I broke you . . ."
Yes, he did just not the way he thought. "I'm not on the pill. . . "
His eyes got big and then he gasped.
"But . . . but that's okay. I'll go get the after pill tomorrow." I tried to push away from him. The thought of running from him was a desire that had won my mind. Just because someone says they love you in the heat of the moment doesn't mean they truly meant it.
Edward grabbed me around the waist. "No . . ., my baby."
His? What am I? His baby-maker? God! I don't even know if it's true, but I was too mad to care. "Your baby? Your baby!"
"No," Edward took my face. "Please . . . "
"Why?" This didn't make sense. Why does he want a child from me? We were twenty and twenty-one; how were we to live with a kid? Wait, he wants me to have his child! Oh . . .
"Because I love you. I love what this means."
"Prove it? How can you? You're with a different girl every week."
"And have you ever seen me kissing any of them other then Lauren, which was gross? They've always meant nothing to me." He had been looking dead in my eyes; a bad place for me to look if I didn't want to believe him. "You want me to prove it I will. Do you remember when we met? You were wearing that ivory dress and you hated me because I asked you to marry me."
Oh my god! He remembered that! Hopefully he didn't remember what I said after, because that was when I fell in love with him. "Then you said ' Yes, I will marry you because one day I will love you more than anyone every could.' Your first attempted at sarcasm I thought except you blushed and I realized that one day I wanted it to be true, because I felt the same. I still do, and time will never change that."
While that sank in Edward played with my necklace. He remembered that moment; how our locked and I was lost in the golden depth of them. Here he is claiming he felt the same. Could it be true? Was this really happening? Were my dreams coming true?
"Do you like the necklace? It was my mother's." Mother's? He gave me something that belonged to his dead mother? Um . . .
"Your mother's?" I asked calmly.
"Yes, you're the only one I've ever given anything of hers too."
"You want me to have this?" my voice a whisper. I knew what his mother meant to him- she had been his whole world, and he wanted me to have a piece of her- a piece of his very heart.
"Yes, I do." Edward smiled crookedly at me. His most beautiful smile of all and I knew it was true- he loved me as I loved him. I couldn't help but kiss him. And again and again and again until I realized we were gasping for air and I can't get close enough to him.
The door suddenly opened causing us to jolt up. There stood Emmett with the smuggest smirk I'd ever witnessed. He lifted his fist up to the air. "YES! Kid you did it! You finally pop your man cheery!"
Edward blushed and turned his face to my neck as I tried unsuccessfully to hide my giggles. Leave it to Em to make things more embarrassing. Then to top it off Jasper, Rose and Alice come up beside Emmett.
Snickers came from Emmett as the other grasped what happened. "Damn it!" Jasper cried.
"Pay up. We won! He finally got to her!" Emmett said happily. They were betting that this would happen sooner or later?
"You guys leave them alone!" Alice spoke. The other filed out, but she stayed back. "Bell, you have a Gyno's appointment tomorrow and your clothes are on the dresser. Be ready for breakfast in an hour." She winked and closed the door.
I turned to him "Where were we?"
He kissed me. "I was about to ask you to marry me."
My arms wound tighter around his body as I went for his lips. "But you already asked . . . and I said yes . . ."
Okay so how was it? – That was my first lemon.
I thought it was be sweet to write how their love story would be if they were human and the only thing standing in their way was their pride.
So please review, any will be taken with a smile.
I hope you enjoyed it.