This is my first attempt at a multi-chaptered fic. The story is just a foray into the senses through the eyes of Edward and Bella, and the love and lust they share for each other.
DISCLAIMER: As you all know, I am not Stephanie Meyer, and these are not my characters. Wish I was, but you know how that goes.
Smell
Before I even open my eyes, I smell her. Warm, sweet, slightly tangy. It's the kind of smell that is so strong to me that I can taste it on the tip of my tongue. It makes my lips curl up into a smile, my mouth water, and my cock twitch. She's always had this type of reaction from me, even when we first met. That first day in high school, oh so long ago.
I first saw her in the cafeteria. She was sitting with Mike Newton, that tool, and his gaggle of geese, Jessica Stanley, Lauren Mallory, Tyler Johnson, and Eric Yorkie. I couldn't include Angela Weber in that grouping, although she was sitting there too. Angela was the only one in the crew that had any sense of decorum and decency.
Word around school was that Chief Swan's daughter was going to be joining the hell that was Forks High, but I hadn't seen her until then. She looked unassuming, small, and by her body language, you could tell she was uncomfortable with the new kid status. I understood that too well, having once been the new kid myself.
I was walking past their table on my way to get another slice of pizza for my brother Emmet when it hit me. A smell. Intoxicating, almost cloying with its sweet tang. You would think that in a cafeteria full of bodies and food that different smells would mesh together, and that one would not overpower the other. But this, this scent was almost blinding in its intensity to me, and I knew that it was Bella. I had never encountered it before, and it was the only conclusion I could think of. Or course I felt my body react immediately, and had to keep moving lest I be discovered for the weirdo that I was.
After that day, I tried to avoid Bella Swan. It was almost impossible, seeing as we had to share a lab table in Biology and my sister, Alice, had taken it upon herself to become friends with her. I tried to be aloft and standoffish, but it all just came out as me being an ass. That was not what I wanted. Not at all. I didn't want her to despise me. I wanted to know her, to feel her hair between my fingertips. I wanted to discover if she tasted as good as she smelled.
Little did I know that I would find out soon enough.
Besides Christmas, Halloween is a favorite time for my family. My mom loves to decorate, and my sister takes after her. Between the two of them, you would think our house was just an oversized Hallmark store for all the decorations they would put out. Even my older brother Emmett would come home early from school to help us get things set up. Haunted hay rides in the back yard, a haunted house at the pool house, and a Halloween ball in the main house. Alice loved getting dressed up, mom loved having the entire town over, Emmett loved scaring children for life. Me, I loved the smells that accompanied it all: cinnamon and nutmeg, apples and warm sugar. Even the candles burning in the pumpkins on our front porch. My dad is the same way.
Alice and mom went all out this year with decorations. Cobwebs, pumpkins, skeletons and hay in the backyard. The whole nine. We always hosted haunted hayrides (much to the sadistic glee of my brother, who took great pleasure in literally scaring the piss out of little kids), and a weekend long Halloween party. Every teenager in town was coming, and it was always a huge success.
I was heading down the stairs in my costume, chosen by my spitfire of a twin. She felt I would look good as a knight, without the armor thank god. I never ask her where she gets these things, but the costume was true to history, from the shirt and chain mail down to the boots. I do admit, it looked really good, and was comfortable. Since Alice likes to match the outfits, I was wondering whom she picked to be my princess. I hoped that it wouldn't be Lauren Mallory-that girl is just too bitchy for my taste, and she always smells of cigarette smoke and an underlying odor that I can only associate with being her own putrid scent. She wears too much perfume and needs to invest in a better body wash. On the other hand, she could just stop having sex behind the bleachers at lunchtime with the entire football team.
Upon turning the corner towards the kitchen, I bumped into a small object, instinctively reaching out to grab whomever it was that I had collided with, and I was immediately aware of the buzz in the air. Electric, hot, and alive with energy. I could feel it all the way from the tips of my fingers to my toes, but that wasn't what caught and held my attention. It was her scent; that sweet, addictive smell that always knocked me on my ass.
As I looked down, my hands still holding her upper arms, I was paralyzed by what I saw. Deep, expressive brown eyes, looking back at me. I felt as if the world had melted away, and we weren't in my house, standing in the dimly lit hallway. There weren't tons of people laughing and screaming outside in the cool, crisp October night, enjoying the entertainment that my family had provided. It was just the most intoxicating girl I had ever met and me.
Moreover, she was the princess to my knight.
By the time I snapped out of my stupor, I was hell bent on making this girl mine. And by the end of the night, she had agreed to go on a date with me the next day.
We were inseparable after that.
When we weren't in school walking the halls hand in hand, we were at either my house or hers, studying, hanging out, or snuggling on the couch. I loved to bury my nose in her vanilla scented hair, each breath anchoring her deeper into my heart. The feel of her soft skin on my lips when we would get into a hot make-out session in my room, smelling like strawberries and Bella. And when I was alone, I could still smell her on my sheets.
And on my fingers.
She was my first, and I was hers. It was awkward, painful for her, and over way too soon. We were young, and just learning about the things that made our bodies sing. But it got better, and soon I knew just where to kiss to get her excited, what spots to nip and bite to make her knees buckle, and more importantly, I knew what she smelled like when she was excited beyond words.
What was more exquisite than her smell was her taste.
There you go. It took me months to just write that little bit! I know, sad, but I just finished my Ethics of Health Care class, so my poor brain was fried enough from all the reading I had to do for that! If you would be so kind, could you please review? It would be greatly appreciated, and would let me know if I should keep this going or not. I will be working on Bella's POV next for smell, then it's off to touch (ha, gonna make you wait a bit for taste lol)! Thanks, me amigos!