this is based off of ke$ha's song "Mr. Watson" so i take no credit for anything in her song or any of the twilight stuff bc that belongs to stephenie meyer
and for anyone who is reading my other stories i'm sorry. i know i really need to update but this idea popped into my head and i had to, but i will update soon.
by the way, a picture of bella's outfit from the story will be posted on my page.
Mr. Cullen I Want to Get With You
The bell rang dismissing fifth period. Students crowded the narrow halls of Forks High School. The florescent lights buzzed up ahead as lockers slammed and girls chatted with each other or flirted with the adolescent boys.
Bella was the only exception. She quietly shuffled with the flow of the foot traffic. She opened her locker and got out her stuff for her next and final class. She was always eager for History. It was her favorite hour of the day. It wasn't because she loved history or anything. No her favorite part was seeing her amazingly sexy teacher: Mr. Cullen.
"Bella!" She turned towards the voice to see a strikingly beautiful blonde: Rosalie, one of her few really good friends. When she started Forks High, Rose hadn't really liked her much but as soon as she made friends with others, Rosalie was soon to follow suit.
"Hey Rose," Bella greeted as they hugged.
"What's up Bells," Emmett Cullen―Rosalie's boyfriend of two years―said as he joined the two girls. "You ready for history? I heard we're having a pop quiz."
"Okay Emmett you are so paranoid," Bella replied hitting his gargantuan arm. Emmett was extremely built, and Rosalie had once said that that was her favorite part that he could pick her up without breaking a sweat.
"Well, I've got to get my books for math so I'll see you after school, okay Em?" He nodded and kissed Rose goodbye, while Bella looked away. She didn't want to intrude on their moment.
"Ready?" Emmett asked as the warning bell rang.
"Yeah let's go." Bella shut her locker gently and turned to follow Emmett into her sixth period History class.
"Wait! Bella hold on!" a black blur came up to give Bella a tight hug. "Oh I knew you would look fantastic," Bella's best friend Mary Alice Brandon enthused.
"Yes, I always look good when you dress me Alice," Bella replied monotonously. This was the standard answer whenever Alice commented on her clothes. "But is it really necessary?"
"I don't know. I just had a feeling you would need to look spectacular today," Alice said excitedly. "Besides, we only have like a month until we graduate. It seems like the best day to do whatever you've been to shy to do in the past. Be brave Bella. You know carpe diem and all that shit."
"Alright, well I guess I'm going to class. Alice you're going to be late… again," Bella warned.
"Oh god, come on Jasper. Wait, one more thing." Alice slicked on a thin layer of pink lip stain followed with a quick swipe of gloss. They left and Bella turned to lead the way to hers and Emmett's desks.
"Hey bro," Emmett greeted Mr. Cullen. Yes, it was not lost on Bella―when Mr. Cullen came to teach here―that he was Emmett's brother. "Is there really a pop quiz today?"
"Emmett, can we please maintain some sort of a platonic relationship at school and save the sibling stuff for home?" Mr. Cullen sighed. "And you will just have to wait and see about the pop quiz."
"That's Edward speak for 'yes there's a pop quiz, but I don't want to admit that I've been found out by my younger brother'," Emmett laughed jovially while Edward grimaced.
Bella tuned out their brotherly banter, trying to think about what was so damn irresistible about Edward Cullen. She couldn't decide if it was the power, the rush of being bad, or maybe it was the fact that he was just so sexy.
All of the Cullens were gorgeous, from the youthful parents to their perfect All-American sons, but Edward Cullen had to be by far the most intriguing. She was thinking that his look was so different it made her want to scream every time she saw him. His eyes were emerald green with the consistency of molten lava; the only time they ever hardened was when he was dealing with his rebellious younger brother. His facial features were strong and distinctly masculine.
Edward's lips were so sweet but not so much that it took away from his manly essence. The voice that came from those lips was enough to make every single female in the entirety of Forks High swoon. It was velvety and smooth and Bella had hung onto every single word ever uttered from those lips in that sinfully seductive voice.
The disheveled mess of hair on the top of his gorgeous head was the piece de resistance. His hair was in a constant state of disarray that made it look like he had just had sex no matter what time of the day it was. It just added to the overly hot man. Oh, how Bella would've loved to be the reason for the disheveled mess. It was the strangest shade of… well, the only way to really describe it was bronze. It wasn't red or brown but an odd, though extremely sexy, combination of the two.
"Okay class time to start," Mr. Cullen announced when the final bell rang. "As Emmett has so kindly informed you, we are having a pop quiz over what was covered yesterday."
Easy, Bella thought. She remembered every little detail about the lesson. As sad as her obsession was, her history grade was above a hundred.
Mr. Cullen passed out the quizzes. Bella wrote her name, date, and hour up at the top. She scanned through the twenty questions quickly, before setting out to finish. She was, as always, the first finished. She checked her answers twice, and it hit her.
This is what Alice was talking about, carpe diem and all that shit. 'Seize the day.' It was now or never. She wouldn't ever know what could've happened if she didn't act now. Graduation was soon, after all.
She licked her atypically glossed lips. She gave herself ten seconds to talk some sense back into herself.
Forty five seconds, several valid arguments, and a few simple, seductive lines later Bella confidently stashed her test, face up, in the only half way completed stack. She quickly turned so that Mr. Cullen wouldn't see her blush. She almost screamed as she made her way back to her desk. This was by far the most brazen thing she had ever done… ever.
Bella sat in her seat next to Emmett fidgeting madly. She couldn't help it. She had hoped that he would grade the papers anywhere but here. The rest of the class finished much too quickly.
Shit, that meant he would grade them in class as they worked on vocabulary for the next section. She tried to stop her squirming. It was obviously driving Emmett crazy.
"Are those all of the papers?" the young teacher asked. None of her classmates said anything. He looked around for any pencils moving, there weren't any. It had taken the class as a whole a little under thirty minutes to complete. "Alright, seeing as there is still about half the class left, I want you to work on the next unit's vocabulary. The list is on page two fifty four. You may work in pairs, but please do so quietly."
Edward set to grading the quizzes, while his students worked in whispered tones. He was eager to see Bella's. The young pupil had always intrigued him. She was constantly immersed in everything he said during class. It made him happy to know she was interested in learning about the past. Most thought it was boring, but history was essential to continuing towards the future.
Normally, the petite girl was always the first to turn in her tests, papers, quizzes, worksheets whatever it may be. Today, however,she hesitated―checking and double checking her answers. It seemed she was having an internal argument with herself.
Edward had graded about half of the stack, before he finally found hers. He couldn't fathom why she had doubted herself. All of the answers had been correct, as always. It wasn't until he had seen the message in the margin at the very end of her quiz that he understood.
It read:
'Mr. Cullen, I want to get with you.
I won't tell a soul what we're gonna do.
I wanna get my hands in your khaki pants.
What are you going to do?
'Cause I am coming on to you.
xo Bella'
Mr. Cullen had gasped and coughed a few times as he reread the young girl's note. He, of course, knew that many of the female students in his classes fawned and shamelessly threw themselves at him.
He looked up to meet the expectant chocolate eyes of a Miss Isabella Swan. She had been the only student that had never tried anything… until now. A playful smirk played on her usually nude lips.
He hadn't really noticed before―not liking to think of his students as anything but that―but Bella Swan was an incredibly striking girl. Her hair flowed in mahogany waves to a little over half way down her back.
Her eyes were like warm, melted chocolate. It was the color brown that could rival the beauty of any exoticly colored eye. Her upper lip was slightly disproportionate to her bottom, the lower one being larger by only a fraction. They looked incredibly soft. All of these features were set in a beautifully slender heart-shaped face.
"Are you ok?" the lithe brunette asked him. Her doe eyes portrayed the epitome of innocence.
"Yes, Miss Swan. I'm fine I just swallowed my gum, that's all," Edward lied flawlessly, but she wasn't buying it. "I would, however, like to see you after class."
"Is something the matter, sir?" she asked blamelessly.
"It's nothing of consequence," he lied again.
"If you insist," she agreed willingly.
Emmett looked imploringly between his girlfriend's best friend and his brother. Bella shrugged nonchalantly. He looked to Edward again, but it was useless. He had turned back to the rest of the completed quizzes.
The bell rang dismissing school for the day. All of the students except for two filed out of the classrooms.
"Hey Bells, do you want me to tell the girls to wait for you?"
"No, it's cool. Just tell them I'll be at Alice's when I'm done, kay?" she said in a voice that sounded like ringing bells, as her name suggested.
Edward had never been so thankful for keeping the shade on his door down all day. It would look suspicious if he closed it now. He walked to the door and closed it gently, clicking the lock into place.
Bella raised an eyebrow at him. She walked up to the front of the room and sat on top of one of the desks in the front row. She crossed her legs gently and put her feet up on a chair that had gotten misplaced during their partner work. The microscopic denim skirt she was wearing today slid up slightly at the movement. Edward couldn't deny the growing tension in his khaki pants.
"You wanted to speak to me, Mr. Cullen?" she smiled delightfully. Her teeth were white and straight, and the stuff that had been put on her lips brightened them. Mr. Cullen had always appreciated nice teeth.
"Yes, Miss Swan why did you write that little note at the bottom of your test?" he asked a tad shakily. He had just now noticed her as more than just one of his students and she had already had such an effect on him.
"I think it was pretty self-explanatory," she answered calmly, resting her hands daintily on her legs. "Why are you calling me Miss Swan? I really think we're past formalities, aren't we?"
"I'm calling you Miss Swan to remind myself that you are a student, and therefore this conversation is highly inappropriate. In fact this whole situation is highly inappropriate," he said taking a step closer, so that his sudden erection was almost touching her knees.
"So―and please correct me if I'm wrong―when you say situation, you mean yourself included. And judging by the tent in your pants, you want this just as badly," Bella said confidently. Edward could only nod. "My name is Bella, by the way."
"Isabella, you are an extremely beautiful girl, but this could ruin your academic future and I wouldn't be able to stand that," he whispered in her ear.
"Isabella now?" she whispered back, nibbling on his earlobe. She was suddenly grateful that she had spent last summer sexing it up with Jacob Black in his garage and on the beach and in his car and on the couch and… well you get the picture. Needless to say she had mastered the art of seduction in that time period.
"Your name is now conditional," Edward informed her hesitantly.
"Oh?" was her only response.
"Yes, you see I've already told you when Miss Swan is necessary. Isabella is so much sexier than Bella," he said earning a quiet groan from the girl. Edward saw her rub the delicate milky legs beneath her short skirt. He caught a glimpse of her scanty panties. "It's also about control."
"Which name is for control?" she asked breathily.
"Guess, Isabella," he said into her neck. He kissed lightly, tilting her head up with one of his strong hands. "Isabella you are absolutely incredible."
"Mr. Cullen," she laughed as his warm breath tickled her very being, "let me ask you, how does it feel?"
"Hmm?" She had piqued his curiosity so that he had to stop his assault on her neck.
"How does it feel to be a bad boy?" she purred, but it wasn't a clichéd porn star purr. It was a sexy mewl that that caused all of his blood to shoot straight to his cock.
"I'm breaking all of the rules aren't I?" he laughed humorlessly. The realization made him hesitate.
"Don't," she said harshly.
"What are you talking about?" Edward asked.
"I can see you talking yourself out of it," she answered. "I know you want this, and you know I want this. So why are you wasting time?"
"Mr. Cullen," she purred, "I want you in my bed…or on your desk." And that was the end of his resistance.
Their lips crashed together, finally; she was an extraordinary kisser. She also had the most amazing taste of any girl he had ever kissed. It was a mixture of sweet fruit and feminine flowers. Like strawberries and freesias.
Bella uncrossed her legs, and Edward pushed her knees open to take residence between her thighs. They both groaned at the sudden contact of their arousals. The sensation was too much.
Bella unbuttoned the sweater she was wearing and wiggled it off her shoulders. Mr. Cullen's jaw fell a little as it settled on the floor. The young brunette was barely covered by a black lace bra.
"Aren't you usually supposed to wear something under those?" Edward asked hypnotized by the fearless girl. She just shrugged and pushed him lightly away so she could shimmy out of her tight skirt. Underneath were the matching panties he had already seen.
"Mr. Cullen, don't you think it's a little bit unfair that I'm half naked and you're fully clothed?" Edward marveled at her. It turned him on and fended him off at the same time. On the one hand, he had always had the student/teacher fantasy―though he had always thought himself to be the student. However, it just reminded him how unsuitable it was.
"Don't call me that anymore," he said breathily, avoiding her question.
"What do you want me to call you?" she asked as he pushed the scrap of lace aside and plunged two fingers into her young pussy. "Oh God!" she exclaimed at the sensation.
"That'll do," Edward smirked.
"Mmmm…," she moaned. "I like Mr. Cullen so much better." Her breaths were coming out in pants now, as Edward was bringing her to climax. He could feel her walls start to tighten around his fingers and he pulled them out instantly. Bella whimpered at the loss of contact.
"Isabella, please be a good girl," he implored kindly. "You are always so well behaved. I can't decide if I like you naughty."
The girl pushed Edward away just enough to get off the desk. He took this time to take in her form. She wore only her underwear set and black heels. It was only a few moments before she was back on him. Bella began to loosen his tie, but she stopped and grinned wickedly. She took a step backwards and tugged slightly on the silk tie.
Edward followed his beauty. She led him to the front of the classroom to his dark wooden desk. The siren hoisted herself up to sit in front of the leather chair his parents had gotten him when he taken the teaching position. If only they knew what was going to happen in it.
She pulled him in closer and whispered in his ear, "Sit down."
"I don't think so Isabella. I'm in charge here," he chuckled back. He reached behind her wordlessly and unclasped her bra. It hung limply from her shoulders, so Edward pulled it down her arms.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked boldly.
"Exactly what you asked for little girl," he answered, voice as steady as he could possibly manage. "Now, are you going to undress me?"
She quirked her eyebrow at the question but slipped of the tie she had loosened. Her hands went rapidly to his shirt; they nimbly opened each button. When she reached the last button she slid the shirt back and down his arms. The body it revealed was that of a god. Every feature of this perfect torso was chiseled by the most talented sculptor, and she couldn't believe this man wanted her.
While Bella was unclothing him, Edward's hands had made their way down to her black lacy panties. His nimble fingers slid into the waistband and slid across the supple skin from hip bone to hip bone. He was still having a hard time believing that this beautifully innocent girl wanted such a boring teacher, as himself. His siren let out a small sound that was extremely too seductive to be a moan, when his fingers brushed too close to what she desperately needed to be touched. The sound went straight to his throbbing erection.
"Isabella…," he breathed.
She giggled and slowly undid his belt. He heard the zipper of his pants being lowered. Once they were unbuttoned, Edward kicked off his shoes and pulled of his pants―followed directly by his boxer briefs. His dick sprang from the removed fabric with verve. Bella licked her lips when she saw his massive member. He was fully erect and was probably bigger that Jacob Black, which was saying a lot.
"Mmm, you look so delicious," she murmured. Edward groaned. Watching her bite that plump bottom lip was excruciating, all he wanted in that moment was to have those beautiful lips wrapped around him. He wanted her to relieve him with her mouth.
"Come here," he said tenderly, pulling her off of his desk. His lips connected with hers. It was just as good―if not better―than their first kiss, she thought.
When he broke the kiss for air, Bella trailed sweet open mouth kisses down his jaw line to where his neck met his shoulder. He knew exactly what she was planning. She wanted to look at him tomorrow and see proof that this wasn't just make believe. She kissed and sucked hard on the juncture. This girl was heaven.
She broke off from his skin and trailed her hands down his exquisite body. Her lips soon followed. Before Edward could even blink the beautiful brunette was on her knees licking the underside of his dick. She flicked the precum with her tongue and eased the tip into her tiny mouth. She kept going until most of it was in her mouth, and the tip was hitting the back of her throat. He was surprised that that much had fit. The rest was in her hand. It moved in sync with the rhythm of her mouth. She put in just the right amount of teeth, lightly grazing the surface. The effect: best blowjob ever.
"Oh fuck Isabella," Edward moaned. He was coming extremely close to releasing and felt he should warn her; incase she didn't swallow. She hummed around him at the sound of his satisfaction. "Isabella, I'm going to cum." She kept going, acting as if he had never spoken. He tapped her on the shoulder to warn her again. That caused her to quicken her pace. He couldn't hold it in any longer, and with a few more pumps from her mouth, he let go. Isabella ignored the taste as she swallowed all of the hot liquid he had to offer her.
"You know I don't care how hot that is for guys, the taste never ever gets any better," she laughed after she came up and wiped her mouth off.
He didn't give a shit about how bad her mouth tasted Mr. Cullen needed to show his student how good she made him feel. The kiss he pulled her into was filled with far more than just lust they could both sense it. The fact that Bella had harbored an unrequited crush for the man over a couple of years was poured into his soul through her lips. The feelings were automatically absorbed and sent right back. Edward instantly knew there was no turning back. In truth, he really didn't even want to.
He could feel himself hardening again. His erection was hitting exactly where she most desired it to be, but there was a tiny scrap of fabric in the way. Edward frantically hooked his thumbs through the offending lace and all but ripped them as he yanked them off of her tiny frame. Bella sat up on his desk once more, and Edward snatched them off the rest of the way and threw them behind his shoulder.
"Isabella, I need you," he whispered desperately in the young girl's ear. Mr. Cullen slipped it in between his lips and she moaned softly.
"Oh, fuck me," she gasped bucking her hips up into the hand that was cupping her dripping wet pussy.
"What happened to your manners?" he admonished.
"Please Mr. Cullen," she begged unabashedly.
"Please what, Isabella? What do you want me to do?" She made an 'mmmm' sound at his command, pressing her sex up against his hand once more. "Say it. Say it out loud," he demanded again.
"Please Mr. Cullen! Please fuck me! I need to feel your cock inside of me. I need you," the young girl panted in short breaths.
The hand that was on her pushed into her folds; he was testing out the waters, so to speak. His free hand went to his cock and pumped twice making sure he was fully ready. He was about to enter her dripping core, when a very disturbing fact came to the forefront of his mind.
"Shit," he cursed himself for not being prepared. Though, he defended himself, he never thought he would actually give in to a student at school.
"What? What's the matter?" Isabella asked frantically, years of being self-conscious telling her that she did something wrong and he didn't want her anymore.
"I don't have a condom," he admitted sheepishly. Bella started to laugh at his confession. "This isn't funny! We can't get pregnant! Do you have any idea how serious this is?"
"Shhh," she cooed. After his outburst, she quickly recovered to tell him everything was fine. "I'm on the pill, and I'm clean. So―unless you actually let me suck you off without telling me you have an STD―we're fine."
He was silent for a moment. She waited patiently for him to digest, gently bringing her hand up to soothe away the wrinkles on his forehead. Her fingers moved down behind his ear and weaved their way into his messy bronze locks. She brought them up to the top and gently scratched his head. He groaned lightly at the sensation and looked her in the eye. The emotion she found there was overwhelming; all of her fantasies were coming true.
"Lean back," he murmured quietly. She acquiesced, lying back on his desk propped up by her thin elbows. He admired her beautiful, toned body for a moment, before deciding he didn't want anyone else seeing her this way… no one. He wanted her to be is. He wanted to mark her. And that's exactly what he did.
He planted a chaste kiss on her lips and mimicked it down her neck to her collarbone. He hovered there, noticing she stopped breathing. The anticipation was killing her. He placed one more innocent kiss before going in for the kill. He sucked and nipped at her collarbone fiercely. For a moment he thought he was hurting her, but he could tell from her moans that she was enjoying herself. When he finished, he pulled back to admire his handy work. It would leave nice bite marks for a couple of days, and then it would be a hickey.
"Please, Edward I can't wait anymore. I need you." Her breathing was heavy as she pleaded with him to give her the release she needed. He felt her core once more to make sure she was ready, and was she ever. Mr. Cullen's ego inflated immensely at the feeling of her.
"You're such a dirty girl aren't you? Did you like it when I marked you as mine? Or is it the fact that you are being so naughty that's got you so turned on?"
Edward usually didn't use dirty talk when he was having sex. It seemed so impersonal and cruel, but he couldn't help the questions pouring out of his mouth. They made her squirm beneath him, so she must have liked it. He would have to remember it for next time. He shook the thoughts of a 'next time' out of his head immediately. Before he could deliberate whether he would be willing to risk it for another chance to have her, he pushed himself inside the waiting walls of her cunt.
They both sighed at the relief of finally being connected in every way. She was perfect. She was wet, tight, soft, and warm. Her muscles tensed around him as she adjusted to his size. He stayed still until she rocked her hips up into him, signifying that he should start moving.
He pulled almost all the way out of her, before pushing back in. his pace continued like that for several minutes before he couldn't go that slow anymore. She was getting restless, he could tell.
"Faster! Please…oh fuck…harder," she cried lowly, as they were still in his classroom and getting caught was not an option. He complied without hesitation and changed to short, rapid thrusts. Edward felt Isabella's muscles tighten up; she was close. If it was possible he went even faster, wanting to spur her orgasm. "Shit, Edward I'm so close," she breathed heavily. A few thrusts later, she came. Edward quickly bent his head to muffle his name rolling off of her lips.
"Oh my," she panted coming down from her first high.
He continued thrusting and soon she was back in over her head. Edward struggled to control his pace as he pounded into the girl. He was getting close to his second release.
"Love I'm so close," he panted, "come with me."
Bella's ears instantly perked up. Love, he called her love! In that instant, he could feel her milking him, reaching her crescendo once again. He couldn't hold on any longer and released himself into her.
Edward collapsed on top of her, trying to suppress some of his weight. They only got a few seconds recovery before his BlackBerry started going off right next to Isabella's ear. Mr. Cullen lifted his head off the desk to see the picture of his brother grinning widely staring back at him. Edward reluctantly pulled out of Bella, only to miss the contact instantly. She watched as he took a few steady breaths and answered the phone.
"Hello?" Edward asked annoyed that Emmett would interrupt the perfect moment with the girl he never knew he wanted.
"Bro, where the hell are you?" Emmett boomed into the phone.
"What are you talking about? I'm in my classroom speaking with Miss Swan," he replied in a clipped tone.
"Still? What on earth could you two be talking about for this long? And why do you sound like you've just run a marathon?" Emmett questioned. Bella giggled at the questions. "Who was that? Fuck Edward you didn't! Why would you lie to me about having sex?"
Shit! Bella thought. She shouldn't have laughed. They were both in trouble now.
"Come you shit face who was it? You usually don't have flings. Are you back together with Tanya? Please tell me you aren't. I fucking hate her," Emmett rambled.
"Emmett, I'm not admitting to anything, but if I was why the hell are you interrupting?" Edward reasoned.
"Oh shit right! Hurry up and finish man. We're waiting for you to start practice coach," Emmett warned him.
Edward was mad at himself for forgetting that he was now officially the head coach. He had only been in the position for the whole season. "Alright, I'll be out there in a second. Tell the boys to start stretches and warm ups."
He suddenly felt awkward talking to his brother while naked. He grabbed some tissues and wiped every last trace of her off of him. It saddened him just a little. He pulled on his boxer briefs before he realized Emmett was still talking to him.
"What?" Edward asked zoning back into the conversation.
"I said I'll tell them and that you had better give your girl a kiss and a pat on the ass and get out here," Emmett repeated himself.
"Yeah alright."
He hung up quickly and reached through Bella's legs to get his baseball bag. She was still sitting on his desk quietly. He stopped for a second to look at her; she was still naked. He had mentally restrain himself from jumping her again.
"Sweetpea, I have to go," Edward said apologetically.
"Okay, well clean up isn't as easy for me. Do you think you can help me out a little bit?" she asked seductively.
"What did you have in mind?" Edward asked quirking his eyebrow at the beautiful masterpiece in front of him.
"Just clean me up some," she answered opening her legs for him. He knew exactly what she wanted, once he saw both of their juices between her thighs.
"It'll have to be real quick," he answered.
Edward got down on his knees and buried his face between her legs. He gave her folds one long lick, before plunging his tongue into her hole. Their combined tastes were enough to bring him to release again, but he didn't have enough time. The only thing he could think of to quell his boner was that it was Tanya's pussy he was eating. That, however, seemed sacrilegious.
She climaxed for a third time soon after he started. He was extremely grateful for that. When he was done, she pulled him up and kissed him deeply. Her tongue plunged into his mouth without asking for permission. Bella knew it wasn't necessary.
"I really have to go, love." There was that 'love' stuff again her heart nearly burst hearing fall from his glorious lips.
"Mmmm, I don't want you to," she pouted.
"I know, I don't either," Edward said lovingly.
She nodded and pulled her skirt up her legs. The young girl bent down to pick up her bra. She clasped it into place quickly. Mr. Cullen watched as Isabella walked over to where they had started their little escapade and grabbed her sweater. She quickly buttoned it up, knowing that he really did need to go.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Edward asked nodding to her black lace panties.
"Nope," she said casually, combing her fingers through her hair. It was a mess and she didn't need to walk out looking like she had just had sex.
Edward jogged over to grab the scrap of fabric. He shoved them into the bag that was slung over his shoulder. He winked at Bella, silently telling her that he would generously hold on to them for her.
"Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded, and he pulled her in for one last intense kiss. It lasted for what seemed like hours, and still, he broke too soon. He took one more appraising look at her and noticed where he had marked her collarbone. He smiled and placed a gentle open mouth kiss on the spot. "I want to be able to see that tomorrow in class. I want to know that every other guy walking these halls knows who you belong to."
"Oh? And who might that be?" Bella asked playfully.
"Me," he all but growled. Edward attacked her lips this time, and she responded fervently. When they broke he kissed the spot one more time. "Remember," he said.
"I will," she smiled. He opened the door and ushered her out.
"Thanks for the help Mr. Cullen, you're such a great teacher," Bella said without any kind of prompt.
"It wasn't a problem Miss Swan. I'll see you in class tomorrow," Edward replied neutrally. There wasn't anyone around, but they still needed to be safe. She knew it was necessary, but she hated when he called her that.
When Bella noticed that there wasn't a soul in site she leaned in and said, "I can't wait."
"Thank you Bella," was Edward's only response. He turned to walk out to the baseball fields.
"Wait! What does Bella mean?" she cried after him.
He turned back to his beautiful siren. "Jusqu'à ce que nous y revoilà ma belle," he whispered delicately in her ear.
to save you a trip to the google translator the last sentence is the french approximation of "until we meet again my beatiful"
please review. i can't decide if i want to keep this going just for a few more chapters or if i should leave it at this.