Summary:
Edward and Bella were best friends in high school, they both had feelings for each other but never told each other. Edward and Bella gave their virginity to each other on prom night so that they would graduate without being virgins. Edward and Bella agreed that if they weren't married by the age twenty-five they would marry each other. Bella's twenty-fifth birthday comes around and she fears Edward has found someone else but has he? AH E&B, Em&R, A&J
A/N: Here is start of my new story that I randomly came up with an idea for while chatting with my new beta Missi.
Chapter One
Bella Pov
Edward pressed his lips to mine and I pulled him against me while my hands ran through his hair. Edward's lips released mine and began sucking on my neck; I gasped as he nibbled softly. Edward's hands wandered to the back of my dress, he pulled the zipper down slowly, running his hands over my now bare back before pulling the dress down off my hips. His hands felt electric against my skin and I moaned as he bit down hard on my neck. I moved my hands from his hair and down to unbutton his dress shirt, his tie had already been discarded. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders slowly; I met his green vibrant eyes as he observed my green lingerie.
Edward pressed a kiss to each of my shoulders; he made me feel beautiful even though I wasn't as beautiful as the other girls at school. He unclasped my strapless bra, letting it fall to the ground as he gasped.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, before leaning down and attacking my breasts in kisses. Edward shifted, moving my dress and his shirt to the front of his car. Edward straddled my hips while I unbuckled his belt before jerking his dress pants down. He shrugged off the pants and his boxers, before pulling the lace bottoms off me.
"You're so big," I breathed, stroking his length. Edward took in a sharp breath and I looked up into his eyes to see that they had darkened with lust. I smiled, repeating the action before leaning closer. My tongue slid along the tip and he moaned my name loudly. I took him into my mouth completely and began sucking softly. Edward screamed my name louder than before, I realized after a second that we were using no protection but I didn't care. I was in love with Edward Anthony Masen Cullen and I didn't care if I ended up pregnant, not that I would tell him either.
"I'm coming," he hissed, a moment later his liquids poured into mouth; I swallowed them in a gulp before pulling back. Edward pressed a passionate kiss to my lips, and I still couldn't believe we were best friends, it felt like so much more. Edward led a trail of kisses down my body until he reached his destination. I felt a finger slip into me slowly, I gasped while he began working into a rhythm. Edward pressed a kiss to my clit before his tongue flickered in and out.
"Edward!" I moaned, my stomach tightening. I felt my juices being released and Edward drank them like a vampire drinks blood. I relaxed on the backseat, lying back against it having no muscles to hold myself up any longer.
"Edward, please." I whimpered quietly.
"What is it?" he whispered into my ear, as he hovered over me.
"I need you, now!" I moaned, grabbing his head and pulling him down for a kiss. Edward pulled away and began positioning himself between my legs. Edward met my eyes as his tip touched my clit, making sure I was sure. I nodded, pushing myself closer. Edward pushed in slowly and when he met my barrier met my eyes again for a second before he pushed in, breaking my wall down. I screamed, as pain coursed through me. After a few minutes the pain dulled and I met Edward's eyes to let him know to continue.
"Bella!" he moaned, as my walls tightened around him.
"Edward!" I screamed, my fingernails digging into his back.
I sat up gasping, sweat running down my face. I groaned as I realized it was only a dream once again, Edward was still only my best friend. Even though after that night we had been closer than ever, eventually promising to marry each other if we hadn't found someone by the time we were twenty-five. I glanced at the clock; it was about time to get up so I pushed the covers back and stood up. I walked to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. While I waited on the coffee, I glanced at the calendar, and I realized today was not going to be a good day.
It was the day I had been dreading for the past year; my birthday. I was twenty-five now, I groaned, knowing Alice would be over to bother me today. I had to start tackling the new novel I had been assigned to edit. The phone began ringing, startling me out of my thoughts.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice scratchy.
"Bella! Happy Birthday!" Edward's velvet voice chirped. I groaned, of course he would call this early. He had been working all night while I had been sleeping.
"It's too early," I grumbled.
"No it's not! I've been up here at the hospital all night; I'm exhausted. Do you think I could crash at your place today? It's your birthday and I want to spend time with you but I need a few hours of sleep."
"You know you don't ever have to ask," I replied, walking to open the front door for him. Knowing him, he was already turning onto my street.
"Great, I'm almost there," he called happily, before hanging up the phone. Only seconds later he was pulling into my drive, running through the pouring rain to my now open door.
"Alice is on her way," he told me, when he had stepped inside. I rolled my eyes, turning around to walk back to the kitchen. Edward's arms wrapped around my middle and lifted me off the ground. I squealed loudly as he spun around with me in his arms.
"You're twenty-five! We're getting married!" he teased, setting me back down on the ground. I blushed, as I remembered the dream I had woken up from.
"Are we really going to follow through with that?" I asked, turning to look him in the eyes.
"We'll talk about it tonight; I'm taking you out to dinner," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He walked back towards my bedroom and I watched as he disappeared down the hall. I was worried about tonight, what if he didn't want to get married? I would die from a broken heart if he had found someone else. The coffee pot beeped and I went to pour myself a cup.
"Bella!" Alice squealed, as she ran inside the kitchen. I put down my coffee knowing it would be spilt if I didn't. Alice hugged me tightly, bouncing up and down.
"Would you calm down?" I asked, irritated she could be so happy in the morning.
"Sorry," she giggled; she glanced around before frowning.
"Where's Edward?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"He went to bed, he worked last night." I told her, nodding in the direction of my bedroom.
"He's taking you out tonight, and you guys are going to get married!" she squealed, excited once more.
"I think he found someone else," I whispered, tears leaking out of my eyes.
"Oh, Bella," she whispered, hugging me.
"I won't be able to take it," I moaned, into her shoulder.
"You have nothing to worry about it. I know these things, remember?" she said, tapping her head. Alice was Edward's adopted sister and we had been best friends since high school. Alice was a psychic; she had visions of the future, so I never made bets against her.
"Alice, I love him," I whimpered, unable to push away this bad feeling.
"I know, and he loves you. But don't tell him I told you because he'll kill me," Alice said, walking over to the stove.
"So what are you doing today?" I asked, staring at the table.
"Shopping for your date tonight. I know you have to work so I'm going shopping for you," she said, bouncing up and down at the thought of shopping.
"Take Jasper with you, he has a good sense in style," I said, silently thinking my style.
"I have a good sense of style!" Alice cried, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Jasper knows what I would and wouldn't wear," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Fine, I'll call him. Have fun editing today and having multi-relations with my brother," she said, giggling as she ran out the door. I stared after her wondering what in the world she was talking about.
I finished my coffee and headed towards my bedroom. When I entered my bedroom, Edward was stretched across my bed hugging a pillow while snoring lightly. I smiled, he looked so peaceful. I turned and sat down at my desk. I turned on my laptop and waited as it warmed up while listening to Edward's snores.
About a half-hour into my editing, Edward's phone began ringing, causing him to jerk awake and answer in a gruff voice. I concentrated on the story in front of me, but his voice was loud as he argued with what sounded like a girl. I could hear the girl's voice and my heart stopped; he had found someone else. A tear ran down my face and I ran into the bathroom so he wouldn't hear me.
"Bella?" Edward called, knocking on the door softly. The door opened when I didn't reply, unable to speak without sobbing. Edward's blurred face appeared at the door and he rushed to my side at the sight of my tears.
"Bella? What's wrong?" he whispered, pulling me into his arms. I quietly sobbed into his shoulder as he silently stroked my hair.
"You found someone else," I cried finally, voicing my fear.
"No, I didn't. Bella, look at me," Edward said, lifting my chin up with his fore finger.
"Then who is she?" I asked, looking into his green eyes.
"She's nobody. She's just another woman chasing after affections I don't have to give," he whispered, wiping away my tears with his thumb.
"What do you mean?" I asked, hiccupping.
"I've always had a thing for you, Bella; I've never gotten over you. And as long as you haven't found anybody I plan to court you," Edward said, pressing a soft kiss on my nose.
"R-really?" I asked, my eyes searching his. He nodded, running his hands through my hair.
"You shouldn't cry on your birthday," he said, standing up and pulling me with him.
"Sorry," I giggled.
We walked back to my bedroom, him walking back to the bed and me just standing from the door watching him. He stared at me for a few minutes before turning over and going back to sleep. I finished up editing what I needed done for today. Edward's snores began again just as I was finishing up another chapter in the story. I shut down the computer and walked toward the bed; Edward was clutching onto my pillow like a lifeline. I giggled, and sat down on the bed; running my fingers through his bronze mess of curls was like running my fingers through silk. Edward muttered something in his sleep, too low for me to understand. I was in love with this man, and somehow he had feelings for me too. It was like a dream come true, but not quite true yet. Just because he had feelings for me didn't mean he loved me, and if he couldn't love me I would still be devastated.