A/N Alrighty! Hey peeps! Soooooo here's my story, I hope you guys like it. I was listening to this song one day and it hit me that I wanted to put it down on paper. So this all came out of my head somehow. I'm just hoping that y'all like it.
The song, I prefer the version by Pearl Jam. It has a bit more soul and raspyness (word?) than other versions I've heard. So that's my reasoning for that.
I have songs for most all of the chapters so it's advised to listen to them with each chapter. If not, that's all gravy. It's not mandatory.
Anywho! Don't worry, I will have everyone in this story at some point. (ok maybe not EVERYONE, but the ones that matter… just go with me here.)
Oky doky, I've rambled enough.
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to the great S.M., i.e. not me. I'm just playing with the characters
Beta'd by LaurieWhitlock, aka- Lola;p mia sorella
ENJOY Y'ALL!
Playlist: 2 is better than 1- Boys like girls and Taylor Swift (you'll find I'm a T.S. nut)
Today was a fairytale- Taylor Swift.
BPOV
"Edward! What the hell is that?" I shouted out of the bedroom door.
He was in the kitchen 'attempting' to cook dinner. I emphasize 'attempting'. Edward, well… let's see how I can put it lightly… he can't cook worth a shit. Haa!
It's true though. We've been dating for a little over two years and, dear lord in heaven knows I love him, but his lack of cooking skills is worrisome. Normally you don't set the apartment on fire by simply boiling water.
My poor Edward.
Right now, I hear pots and pans being banged around and the occasional one falling to the floor. Along with a cuss word or two. Ugh, not my kitchen.
"Sorry Bells. Your cat got in my way…" Edward yelled back down the hallway.
Yeah, I'll just bet it was the cat… again…
That's what he says every time he gets in there and tries to cook a meal for us. This time I know it's not Monkey, because he is asleep at the foot of our bed…
Yeah, definitely not the cat.
"Stop blaming Monkey just because you're hopeless!" I yelled back out the door.
"I love you!" He yells … I love it every time he tells me that.
"I love you more! Clearly because I still keep you around to burn down our house" I yelled back, teasingly.
There was suddenly two warm arms yanking me out of the bathroom towards the bedroom. And I couldn't help the squeak I let out since he scared the ever loving hell out of me.
"That's it!" Edward says as he pulls me down on the bed with him.
"What are you doing? I thought you were cooking dinner for us." I asked as he attacked my neck with kisses.
"You know I can't resist you, even when you're complaining about my lack of mad cooking skills. I don't understand why you don't just do it for us. You know it always ends in disaster for me." He says, still kissing down to my collarbone.
"Edward, you know I've told you time and time again I will gladly teach you how to cook. But you refuse to let me take control." I told him, tangling my fingers in his bronze hair. God I love his hair."What are you talking about? You know I always let you be in control…" He said, waggling his eyebrow with a with that fucking smirk! He so doesn't play fair.
"Edward, that's not what I'm talking about and you know it. Did you turn the stove off? All we need is another fire in there." I said, pushing on his chest so we're sitting up.
"Ugh, Bell, you know I turn the damn thing off now. That first time taught me well, clearly." He said, pointing to the small scar above his left eye from where he fought the fire when he left a pot on the stove one night and decided to come find me for a make-out session, like he's doing now.
"Would you rather be homeless because one of us forgot or got distracted,… again…" I asked. Getting off of the bed and going back to the bathroom to finish drying my hair.
"Baby, I'm not that irresponsible now. I at least learn from my mistakes. That has to count for something." He said, coming up behind me and kissing my neck him!
"Edward, please? At least let me get dressed, then I'll go finish dinner. We're suppose to be having our in house date night." I told him, grabbing my brush and trying to untangle my long, brown hair.
"Yeah, but it's so much easier to gain access to you this way." He said, running his hands over my thighs. Granted I'm only in a pair of light blue panties and a matching bra.
I know his game here. He's waiting for me to lose all control and just let him have his way.
Not tonight fucker.
I let him do that for a little longer. Dating this long, I've been able to control myself, to an extent. So I know when to stop him before we end up on our bed, completely forgetting that it's our in house date night.
I turned around in his arms and let him kiss more of my neck, and let his hands roam up and down my backside. Then I leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Edward, if you don't stop, I'm going to cut your balls off and we'll never be able to have children. You wouldn't want to deprive us of that, would you?" Then I stood up on my tiptoes and bit his ear lightly.
"Bells, you don't play fair, baby. Why is it that you have the control of a saint and I always feel like the goddamn fifteen year old who can't even see you touch yourself without losing it?" Edward asked laying his head on my shoulder.
"Because, my love, if you haven't figured it out by now, I know you better than you know yourself. And all of your tricks. But you know I'd never leave you hanging for long. But we ARE having date night, whether you like it or not. Now since you can't seem to get something done about dinner, we're switching. You're doing the movie, I've got dinner." I told him, and ruffled his untamable, bronze hair, then pushed him out of the bathroom.
"I love you." He said, and leaned back into the bathroom to give me one more kiss.
"I love you too, baby. Now go look for a movie. I know it'll take you an hour to decide. You're worse than a woman sometimes." I told him.
"Hey! You're wounding the ego, baby." He said, holding his chest in mock pain.
I shook my head and laughed. "God forbid we damage that already fragile ego. I don't think they can see it in the Caribbean yet though. We're going to have to work on fixing that soon." I teased him, looking around his head, faking like I was trying to see something off about it.
He pouted, "Fine, just for that, we're watching a horror movie tonight." He said, stalking off towards the living room.
"Bring it on baby! See if you get any tonight!" I yelled after him.
"Bellllllll!" He whined.
I couldn't help but bust out laughing at him. He was too cute for his own good. There's no question why I love that man.
This is what we do every week. We have, what we call, 'in house date night'. Where we have a nice dinner and watch a movie and just relax together. Once a month, we go out for our date. It keeps us from going crazy with our lives.
I'm a kindergarten teacher, and he is doing his residency at the hospital here in Seattle. He's working in the ER, as of now, but he wants to open up a clinic of his own, for kids, one day.
Once I finally got dressed, I headed for the kitchen to see what I could make for dinner.
Since chicken was already taken out, I decided to just make one of our favorites: Gumbo.
We both love some good, warm-you-up food.
I walked into the kitchen to get started and stopped when I saw it. There weren't only just pots on the floor. Most of the kitchen appliances were on the floor, along with half of the storage containers.
"EDWAAAARRRRD!" I yelled, trying to figure out where to start.
"Babe, I swear it was Monkey's fault." He said, poking his head out of the bedroom door where I could see him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I said, throwing a plastic container down the hall towards him. "Just stay out of my kitchen before you hurt someone."
"You know I'd never do it on purpose!" He yelled back from the bedroom, no doubt still looking through our collection of DVD's for something to watch.
I finally got things back in order and got the chicken started.
Edward had put on some music for us to relax to while dinner was cooking.
While I was standing in the kitchen waiting for the chicken to cook, Edward came in and wrapped his arms around my waist and started swaying to the music. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against his shoulder and moved with him.
"Dance with me Bell." He whispered into my ear.
I turned in his arms and put an arm around his waist and he took the other in his hand. While he kept his other hand on the small of my back.
We slowly danced in the kitchen, listening to the song and how it reflected us.
I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life and I thought hey
you know, this could be something
'Cause everything you do and words you say
You know that it all takes my breath away
And now I'm left with nothing
So maybe it's true that I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two is better than one
I remember every look upon your face
The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste
You make it hard for breathing
'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away
I think of you and everything's okay
I'm finally now believing
That maybe it's true that I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two is better than one
Yeah, yeah
I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life and I thought, hey
Maybe it's true that I can't live without you
Maybe two is better than one
There's so much time to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking, ooh, I can't live without you
'Cause, baby, two is better than one
There's so much time to figure out the rest of my life
But I figured out with all that's said and done
Two is better than one, two is better than one
Dancing together like this made me take in the moments we had like this. Where we can just block out the rest of the world and be close to each other. I cherished these moments with him the most. I'd never take them for granted, ever. The song we danced to was a great reminder of how we were together. Life would never be better for us than it was when we're like this.
We've become the other side to each other. We always know what the other is thinking, how the other is feeling. We know the other's signs of distress or nervous habits. You'd think we've been married for twenty years with how well we are attuned to each other. People always tell us we should set an example to people who are considering divorce. And we always have to tell them that we're not married. But I don't doubt that someday we will be. There's no one else for me. Being with him makes is just as easy as breathing. He makes it so easy to just be. We don't have awkward silences when it's quiet. It never has been awkward. It's just comfortable and it flows so easily. I don't know how I got so lucky to end up with him. Being from a small town and growing up with just my dad, I never thought guys were interested in me. I was just the plain-jane girl that played in the mud and went fishing with her daddy.
Then I met Edward when we were in college at UW. We were both seniors and we hit it off from the very beginning.
"Do you remember our first date Bell?" Edward whispered as another song came on.
"Of course I do. How could I forget? The day we first met, you wouldn't let me go without agreeing to meet you after leaving the library, for a date." I told him, laughing into his chest.
He was so persistent that day that I thought he was going to pick me up and carry me off campus whether I said yes or not.
Flashback
I was walking across campus one afternoon and I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. I had a huge stack of books in my hands and I was heading to the library to start work on my final paper for senior year at UW. As I was making my way across the quad, I ran smack-dab into a rock hard wall of man. I thought I was going to end up on my ass in the dress I wore that day. (yes I wore a dress to classes and stuff because it was the most comfortable dress I had. You tell me that a jersey dress isn't comfortable, and I'd have to hurt you. It's like wearing a t-shirt all the way down to your knees, except it's cuter.) But instead of hitting the ground, two arms grabbed onto my own arms, keeping me from falling backwards. That didn't stop half of my books from hitting the ground, but I'll take that over the other any day. Especially when I looked up and was struck with the most perfect shade of emerald green eyes. How in the hell does green get any better than that shade? I was so close to him that I didn't see his whole face yet, but I did see several strands of vibrant bronze hair falling just above his eyes. It was such an amazing mix of hair and eyes that I wasn't sure I'd seen it before. And then he straightened me back up on my feet and I was able to get a better look at him. No wonder it felt like I hit a brick wall. He was solid muscle under his dark grey t-shirt and dark jeans.
I was so at a loss for words that he just smirked at me.
"Are you ok?" He asked in the most melt-you-to-the-ground voice.
I finally snapped out of it and realized what happened.
"Oh god! I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going and just trying to get things sorted out in my head for my finals paper… and… I'm babbling, aren't I?" I started blushing. This was so embarrassing. He was one of the most gorgeous guys I'd ever seen and I'm standing here babbling away.
He laughed, "Don't worry, it's ok. I'm kind of in the same boat. I'm stuck with my paper for my finals and I just needed to get out of my apartment for a little while and just got lost in people watching that I didn't watch where I was going. So no harm, no foul. I'm Edward by the way." He said, and stuck his hand out to shake.
I took his hand and felt this tingle from the ends of my fingers, going all the way to my toes.
"Bella." I breathed out. I wasn't sure if he heard me, but by the brilliant smile that graced his face, holy shit, I guess he heard me.
He knelt down and gathered my books that fell and stood back up and handed them to me. His fingers grazed mine, and I felt it again. That tingle that just went all through my body. And it felt so good.
"Well, beautiful Bella, would you mind doing me the honor of going out to dinner with me?" He asked, throwing me a beautiful crooked smile.I think I just died and went to heaven.
"Umm, I don't know. I don't usually just go out with random strangers I run into in the quad…" I told him, biting down on my lower lip.
"Pleeeeaaaasssseeeee? I'd really like to get to know you. Then I wouldn't be some 'random stranger you ran into in the quad'." He my god. Yeah, I'm definitely in heaven with that sound. It's so beautiful. How am I suppose to say no to this guy?
"I… uhhh, I'm not sure. I have to get this paper done and then I've got some cleaning to get done in my apartment…" I tried to make an excuse, but I think Edward saw through it.
"You can clean tomorrow. Please come out with me. I'm not going to stop bugging you until you say yes." He was just laying it on. He's too damn smooth for his own good. Wait, is that a bad thing?
"Well… sure. Why not? Umm, can I meet you here after I'm done in the library? It'll take me a couple of hours, but I'm almost done with it. You can give me your number and I can let you know when I'll be done." I really need to stop babbling. He's going to run away thinking I'm a complete idiot.
He smirked and held his hand out for my phone. I handed it to him and he started typing away on it. Then handed it back to me. I heard his phone chirp and I figured he sent himself a text.
He reached for his phone and typed on it as well and then looked up at me and smiled.
"See," He waved his phone at me, "The beautiful Bella is safely tucked away in my phone." He said, then held his hand out for mine again. I took his hand, then he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. His eyes never left mine while he did this. "I'll be waiting beautiful." He released my hand and stepped back. "I'll let you get to your paper. See you soon." Then he turned and walked out of the quad. Also giving me an amazing view of his ass.
Holy mother of god. I'm in serious trouble here.
An hour and a half later, when I was done with my paper and heading out of the library towards my apartment building, I called the number Edward left on my phone and hoped he would answer. He answered on the second ring.
"Hello there beautiful."
My blush heated up my entire face.
"Hi. Umm, I'm done with my paper. So why don't I go drop my stuff off at my apartment, change, and meet you back in the quad in half an hour?" I asked, hoping he'd be ok with that.
"You don't need to change. What you were wearing when I saw you was perfect. I was just planning on a walk in the park and grabbing a bite to eat. No need to get fluffed up or whatever it is that girls do." He said, letting out a chuckle.
"I don't do fluffed up. I'd rather be comfortable that end up killing myself in those deathtraps we call heels. I don't care what people think, I'd rather live." I informed him with a laugh.
He laughed along with me. "Ahh, a woman after my own heart. Thank god there is at least one of you out there that doesn't care what people think. We're already off to a great start beautiful." He said, and I could hear the smile through the phone.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well we'll see what you say once you've gotten to know me." I said as I was walking across the street to my apartment.
"Oh come on. You can't be that bad. You're not a psychotic killer or have a history of violence, do you?" He asked jokingly.
"Well what if I said I was? What then?" I asked back jokingly.
"I still think I'd take my chances on you." He , he was perfect.I was now walking up the stairs in my building and if I was going to meet him, I needed to get off this phone so I can get back in time.
"Ok, well I'm at my door so I better go. And I'll meet you at five in the quad." I told him as I was turning the key in my door."Alright, I'll see you soon beautiful girl." He said, the we said our goodbyes.
I ran in my door and started straightening up stuff and freshening up before I went back to campus.
I washed my face and applied a bit of mascara and then made sure I looked ok. My jersey dress was blue and I loved how it just fit perfectly to me and was amazingly comfortable. (I will admit that I fell asleep in it once because, for one, I was fucking tired and two, it was a laundry day and I was lucky enough that this was what I had left that was comfortable as hell. And then I was studying that night, completely exhausted, and I fell asleep on my bed, not getting up until the next morning. Don't judge me. I love this dress and I'm not ashamed of it. I digress.) I changed out my Converse's for a pair of cute white flats.
I finally looked like I didn't just roll out of bed and spend the whole day studying my ass off. So I locked up my apartment and headed back to the quad.
He was sitting there on one of the retaining walls that housed several trees and plants.
I walked up from the side and it was like he could feel that I was there because he turned an expectant eye in my direction and smiled.
I couldn't help the huge grin that spread over my face when he smiled at me like that. And of course, my blush has to come into play because of that damn smile too. Ugh.
"Hey." I said as I took a seat next to him.
"Hey to you too beautiful. So how did your paper go?" He asked me while we sat there looking at each other.
"It was good. I've been trying to get my final papers out of the way all week. And this was the last one. And I'll finally be done after my actual finals next week. Did you get yours finished?" I asked him.
Edward looked down and had a sheepish look on his face.
"I was too nervous about going out with you that I only got part of it done. But I've almost got it where I can finish it. I've got plenty of time to finish it. I'm more worried about my hands-on exam." He told me.
"What kind of 'hands-on exam'? What the hell is that?" I asked him, trying not to let it turn into something weird in my head.
"Oh, I'm a med student. They have us do a hands-on exam with patients as a final. That, I can't wait for. I love the fact that I can help make someone feel better or save a life. I've always wanted to be a doctor. And I'm finally close enough to it that I can almost taste it." He said, then laughed.
I couldn't help but smile at that. He wants to help people. That's so selfless.
"What kind of doctor do you want to be?" I asked him, genuinely curious.
"Pediatrician. Kids with diseases, more specifically. But if I can't be a disease specialist, I'll be a Pediatrician. I don't care which one. I just want to make sure that I can do whatever I can that a child has the opportunity to grow up and live a full life without the hindrance of being sick in their way. I see sick kids and I wonder what I could do to make sure they're around to be my age, and then for them to get married, have their own kids and see them grow up." He said with a faraway look in his eye.
"You're going to be a wonderful doctor. When you have a passion for it the way you do, there's no doubt that that's what you're suppose to do in life. So I'm guessing this is your last year since you're going to be taking a hands-on exam?" I asked.
He jumped off the wall and grabbed my hand and pulled me off too and we started walking towards the park.
"Yeah, it's my last year. Graduation can't come fast enough." He said, laughing.
"I know what you mean. My dad keeps calling me, making sure of the date, that I'm sure I'm graduating, whether he needs to find a hotel while he's here since it's suppose to be later in the day. Bah! He's worse than a woman sometimes." I said with a frustrated laugh. I love my dad, but he can seriously take it over the edge when it comes to my graduating. He's not normally this keyed up, but me being his only daughter, he feels the need to make sure that everything is right.
Edward laughed, god how beautiful that laugh is. And I noticed he still had my hand in his. And I found that I didn't really mind it so much. "At least he's thorough. So what's your major? What do you want to do with your life, beautiful?" Damn it he needs to stop that shit! I'm going to end up as a puddle of goo on the ground before we even eat.
"My major is elementary education. I want to be a teacher. I love the feeling of being able to mold the minds of kids at such a young age before they go off to new adventures. I want to be the one that gets them ready to face to world without fear or trepidation. Kids at a young age are so impressionable and I want to set them on the right path for a great future." I told him, and I knew the smile was plastered clear across my face.
"Wow. It's nice to meet someone who shares that feeling to nurture kids." He said, and squeezed my hand.
"It's just something I've wanted to do since I was a kid. I've always loved kids and they're so much fun at that age. And I can see how you being a doctor would have the same effect on them. You're looking out for their future." I told him as we were walking through the flowering path.
"Actually, that's the simplest way of putting it. I like it." He laughed and I joined him.
"So where are you from anyways?" He asked.
"I'm from a small town a few hours away from here called Forks. It's population is only about three thousand people, if you can believe that. But I grew up there. When my mom left, I stayed with my dad. He's the chief of police there. Charlie's always been a really at ease kind of dad for him being a cop. I guess that can be attributed to me being the 'good girl'." I rolled my eyes. "But it's not like I would've gone around smoking pot, and drinking and driving and partying anyways. My dad knows me well enough to know when I would have been falling on my ass drunk one night. I could never hide anything from him.
But I did hang out and whatever. It's not like I was a goody-two-shoes or anything. But I knew my limits and I knew I didn't want to disappoint my dad. So I made sure I stayed out of trouble… I'm babbling again, aren't I?" I asked nervously with a laugh.
He laughed too. "No, you're not babbling. I like to know about you. This is why we're doing this, so we can get to know each other. Don't feel bad though. I wasn't really the biggest partier when I was in high school, either. But then again, when you come to college, some of that fades away. It did a little for me. I didn't party a lot when I came here but I did go to a few. I knew I had to focus on school if I wanted to be a doctor, but you have to join in at some point, right?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I wouldn't go to any my first year. But then I became a little more comfortable with the people here and my friend, Angela, made me go to one of the parties at the KD house. I'm a wuss, go on, say it." I said, laughing.
"No, you're not a wuss. You don't seem like the big party girl on campus. It's not a bad thing. You also don't seem like the kind that would be the skanky, slutty girl that throws themselves at guys. So I already like you on that basis alone." Edward said.
"Yeah, I'd rather get my hands on one of those girls and smack em one good time for not having any self respect. But that's just me. I don't see the appeal in throwing yourself at a guy. I know some guys like that shit, but that would just seem that they're a little shallow to me. A guy that likes that can't possibly have a high regard for the girl, then puts themselves down for not being able to see past all that shit to find the substance in a woman. I really need to shut up." I buried my face in my free hand.
"Hey, no. Don't do that shit." He pulled my hand away from my face and held both in his. "That just makes you a real woman. You'd be surprised how few women you'd come across that are no-nonsense and have an outlook on life that beats the band. That makes you more appealing to the masses. Certainly more appealing to me. I'd ask you to marry me now if it wouldn't scare you away. But I won't do that. Yet, anyways." I gasped, and he laughed at my reaction. "I'll take it slow. I promise."
I couldn't help but smile at him. No man has ever thought that highly of me. And certainly has never wanted to marry me because I was a 'no bullshit' kind of person. It's shocking that a guy could consider me that 'appealing', even this soon.
"Don't freak out on me, beautiful. But I've never met someone that can be that straight-forward about shit. I can't wait to hear what else comes out of that mouth of yours. So tell me more about the beautiful Bella." We walked around the park for a while longer just talking and laughing and learning so much about each other. It astounds me how much fun we had together. I've never just hung out and been this comfortable with a guy before. Edward really put all my nerves at ease. It was easily something I could get used to.
"So how about we hit this little Italian place that's right down the street? It's got pretty good food. You game?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye. We were just coming to the entrance of the park and I was in no hurry for this date, or whatever it was, to end. I wanted to just talk to him as long as I possibly could.
"Yeah, that sounds good to me. I was really craving Italian, so that's actually perfect." I squeezed his hand, seeing as how we were still holding each others hand.
So we walked about a mile up the road and came up to a little restaurant called 'La Bella Italiana'. We walked up the stairs and he held the door open for me and ushered me inside. It was a cute, quaint place. I love places like this. It's not quite a hole-in-the-wall type of place, but it's not like the chain restaurant kind of place either.
He led us over to where the hostess was and I couldn't help but notice the skanky girl there eye fucking Edward.
"Hi, two please." Edward said to her while she continued to stare at him. She made no move to take us to a table and I'd just about had enough of this shit.
"Back off slut-bag!" I hissed at her.
She snapped her eyes to me and gave me kind of a glare that I just shot right back at her.
And then I heard Edward snicker beside me. I glanced at him and saw his eyes dancing with amusement and amazement.
"Don't give me that shit. I'm not the one eye fucking you when I'm suppose to be doing a job." I semi-snapped. I'm sorry but I'm beyond irritated with this girl. I'm not sure why it bugs me so much other than the principle of it.
"I'm sorry, but that was so fucking hot. Can you do it again?" He grinned at , wait. What just happened?
"Uhh, do what?" I asked, still wondering what the hell was going on with me.
He laughed again. "Go completely possessive and put someone in their place. That was awesome."
"Huh? I just told her to back her ass off and do her damn job." I asked him, a little confused as to why he was so interested by it. "What the hell else am I suppose to do when we're on a date and some woman is eye-fucking you?"
"I've just never had a girl step up like that and speak her mind about shit. It's freaking hot as hell." He explained with a … Huh?
I decided to drop it for now. I can't think about shit like that right now.
The 'slut-bag', as I have come to call her now, led us to a table in the back. Edward pulled out my chair for me, which I had to smile at. I have never had a guy do that for me before.
And as Edward took his seat, the 'slut-bag' handed us our menus and scurried off.
"I think you scared the hell out of her." He snickered.
"Well she should do her job and not ogle my man." As the words left my lips, I had to slap my hand over my mouth. Where the fuck did that come from?Edward started choking on his water and had to drink some more to clear it.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know where the hell that. I didn't mean it. I just don't find it… what?" I tried to explain but his bright smile stopped me.
"You completely amaze me. And I really don't mind you calling me 'your man'. I hope we can start down that road though. I would really like that." He said very hopefully.
Our waiter came over and took our order. I got the mushroom ravioli, and Edward got the chicken parmesan.
"I don't think I understand what amazes you but… thank you?" I said, not sure why the hell I'm so fascinating to him.
"There's just no one else out there like you, Bella. You are so motivated to work with kids, you speak up when someone's eye-fucking 'your man'," he laughed, "You don't even realized how much of an enigma you are. And you ARE a complete mystery. I just don't know what to make of you. I really want to get to know you better so I can figure it out. You completely intrigue me." He said, and he was totally serious.
Our waiter brought our food out, and he seriously eyed me like a piece of meat. that just disgusted me to no end.
"Back away fuckwit." I hissed at him.
He became very flustered and ran off back to the kitchen.
Now back to my mind's ramblings.
How am I in any way intriguing, a mystery or anything like that. I'm just a student learning to become a teacher, I read all the time, I'm not the 'party-girl', I'm from a small town with a police chief father, and I don't take shit from anyone. What's so fascinating about that? Did I miss something?
"Are you sure we're talking about the same person here? I'm just a plain, small town girl. There's nothing interesting about me…" I started to explain but he cut me off.
"Bella, you have this quality about you that leaves me dumbfounded. You're so real. Even just now with that waiter. No other girl would just totally give him what he deserved. You're not like these other girls. They're all so plastic and fake and have absolutely no substance. You can hold your own, keep a conversation… you're just so easy to be around." Umm, ok. WOW.
I don't even know what to say to that.
"You're pretty easy to be around, yourself. I haven't really had the best track record with being able to talk to guys. You're the first one that actually seems to not mind my blundering, babbling antics. You don't seem to care if I make an ass of myself… I'm just the laidback, t-shirt, jeans and sneakers wearing girl that wants to graduate college and teach kids so they can take on the world themselves. How is that appealing to you?" I had to ask.
"You really don't see yourself clearly, do you? You pretty much just summed it up for me. You're that wholesome girl that doesn't care if people see her wearing tees and jeans and Converse. You're 'babbling antics', as you put it, are an endearing quality. I find it to be cute and sweet. You don't find girls that often that are humble, sweet, caring, possessive, ballsy, laidback, and absolutely beautiful all wrapped up in one fucking amazing package." Well I've never heard it put quite that way before, but ok.
"Wow. Umm, I don't know what to say to that, except thank you. I've never had a guy say anything like that about me." I told him, keeping my gaze down on my food.
"Hey" he said, trying to get me to look at him. "Any other guy is a complete and utter fucking moron to not see how amazing you are." Can I marry him now? Whoa, holy hell.
Did I seriously just think that?
"You're beyond the sweetest guy I've ever met. You know what to say to make me feel good. And you are more attentive than I've ever seen someone. My dad even spaces out on me when I talk to him. But I don't know what you're doing with me. You're look like a sex god, you're smooth, you want to take care of kids. Is there a flaw in you anywhere?"
I had to ask. That was going to bug me if I didn't know.
He was smirking at me again with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Wait, what did I say for him to look at me like that?
"What?"
"You said I look like a sex god?" he said with a bit of humor in his voice.
"Oh Christ." I seriously have no filter around this guy anymore. "I'm sorry. I need to find my brain to mouth filter and have it readjusted, or replaced, because I have literally no control of what I say around you…" I trailed off.
"No, really, it may be nice to hear, but I don't think of myself that way. Yeah, I work to stay in shape, but I don't try to portray the 'sex god' thing…" I had to cut him off there.
"No, it's not just your body. It's your chiseled jaw, that perfectly straight nose, that crooked smile, the smirk, those vibrant green eyes, that crazy fucking hair that I don't know if I want to brush or run my fingers through it." SHIT.
I slapped my hand over my mouth again.
Must I always do that?
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it…" I muttered under my breathe.
I heard him chuckle on the other side of the table. I looked up at him and saw a light in his eyes that just glowed with admiration and something else I'm not sure of.
"I really like you. You are beyond interesting. I want to talk to you all the time now." He was still fucking glowing!
"Why, so I can make more of an ass of myself?"
The waiter came back to give us the check, which Edward quickly took before I could.
"I'm paying, beautiful. I asked you out, I get to pay. What kind of gentleman would I be if I made my woman pay?" He grinned at cue the obviously embarrassing blush.
"You know, I really love that. Your blush. And no, to answer your question. And I don't think you make an ass of yourself. You simply just have your moments. Everyone does. Yours are just charming and endearing."
We walked out of the restaurant and started walking back, hand in hand, towards the apartments that are just off of campus. Mine was coming up soon, but I really didn't want this evening to end.
"I'm right up here on the next corner."
He looked up at my building and seemed to be contemplating something.
"You know, you only a block away from me. How have we never run into each other before now?" He asked.
"I really don't know. I've lived in this building for about two years. What about you?" I asked him when we stopped in front of my building.
"Four years in mine. I'm two buildings down that way." He pointed down the street that goes parallel to my building. "Maybe I can call you and see if you want to go out again.?" He asked with so much hope in his eyes.
I smiled at him, because really, you can't help but smile at him when he's like this. "I'd love to. I'm going home for a little while after graduation, but I'll be back before July to get the rest of my things packed up and look for a new apartment. So maybe we can do it before we graduate."
"Yeah, absolutely. I hope I get to see a few times before you're gone. So you're planning on staying in Seattle, right?" He asked, very hopeful.
The smile that has stayed on my face grew. "That sounds great. Yeah, I'm planning on staying here. I've got a job offer at a school nearby actually. And my lease is up at the end of June. I'm still looking for a place but maybe I can find something that's not that far away from the school. But I'll be gone for almost two weeks."
"Well if you can't find anything, I've got an extra room. Just in case. I don't want to pressure you at all, but I don't have a problem letting you have that room. It'd be nice to have a roommate though. I've had that apartment to myself for the past four years. It's kind of boring being there alone all the time. But the offer is on the table if you need it. I'm not going to let you not have somewhere to go when you're lease is up. You have an open invitation if you ever want it." He grew almost serious. It was so sweet of him to offer me his extra room after only knowing me for a day. Yeah, it may be quick, but if I can't find something when I come back from my dad's, then hell yeah I'll take him up on it. He really makes me feel safe and always so… adored almost. It's a nice change from what I'm used to.
I looked down to hide my blush when I answered him. "That's actually really great of you. I've got a few places to look at but it's nice to know I'm not going to be homeless if I can't find something that's right. I mean, are you totally sure about this? I don't want to just come waltzing into your apartment like I own it and make you uncomfortable or anything…" I started.
"Hold it. There's no way that you could ever make me feel uncomfortable…" he went on.
"I highly doubt that." I muttered.
"So what would you think would make me uncomfortable? Hmm?" He asked, trying to make his point. But I was going to make a point, myself.
"Would you go to the store and buy tampons for me?" I asked in all seriousness.
The look of shock on his face gave him away, but he quickly recovered.
"I think I could handle that. I mean, what guy wouldn't be self-conscious about buying those? But, for you, I think I could do it."
Wow. I'd really have to consider that if he's willing. Most guys will go running from the room screaming if you asked them to do that. Edward seems to be the kind of guy that wouldn't leave you hanging. I don't know why, but I grabbed his face with both of my hands, and looked in his eyes, then gave him a chaste kiss. His lips were so freaking soft and warm and… just so perfect. I felt an energy surge between us in that kiss that had my stomach flipping all over the place. When I pulled back, I saw a look of shock on his face that soon turned into the biggest smile. With his hands on my hips, he then leaned back in and gave me another sweet kiss.
"Not that I'm complaining in the least, but can I ask what that was for?" He asked, the smile never leaving his face.
"Actually, I'm not sure." I laughed. "I don't know a guy that would even consider doing something like that for me. And the fact that you said you would just meant a lot. And the offer of the extra room means so much to me too. And I will definitely consider it. Thank you so much. I had an absolutely great time tonight. I'm really looking forward to seeing you again."
"You're very welcome. I'd be happy to have you there. I told you, you're an amazing girl and I can't wait to get to know you more. I had an awesome time with you too. Will you call me later?" He asked, throwing in one of his , how am I suppose to ever say no to this man?
"Of course I will. I hate to go, but I have to get up for a class tomorrow. So…" I gave him one more kiss, "Goodnight Edward."
"Goodnight Bella."
I then walked into my building and turned back around towards the front door to see him still looking after me until I was out of sight.
That night, I tossed and turned, not being able to sleep because I was thinking about Edward and that kiss. It was so perfect and natural. I don't think I've ever met a man like him. I finally drifted off that night with incredible dreams of Edward.
After that first date, we went out a few more times before graduation. Some nights we'd go out to dinner again with a movie thrown in, other nights we'd just hang out at one of our places for hours and hours. We went out together the night before I left to go back home for two weeks, and ended up having a make-out session for two and a half hours on his couch.
We talked every single day when I went back home to Forks. But unfortunately, he ended up having to come to Forks to be with me when my dad got shot in the line of duty while I was home. Charlie had lost too much blood and his heart ended up giving out. Edward stayed with me the entire time. He never left my side while I made the arrangements, during the funeral, packing up things, and then putting the house up on the market. It was the hardest thing I'd ever gone through in my entire life. Even when my mom left. I was never going to see my dad again, or go fishing with him. He never even got to meet Edward. Even though Edward stayed in the hospital with me, Charlie never woke up enough to see him.
One of the days we were in the house packing up everything, Edward pretty much gave me some solace with what he said.
"Bell, I want you to move in with me. I know you haven't had time to think about anything back in Seattle since this happened, and I don't want you to be all alone in an apartment right now. It's almost the end of the month and you have to be out of your place by then. Even if you want to find another place later on, you can. But I just can't leave you alone to deal with this by yourself."
I thought about what he said, and he was right. I haven't even thought about looking for a place since I got the call that Charlie was shot. And I really like being around Edward, and he's been so amazingly supportive these last couple of weeks. He knows exactly how to comfort me and when to just let me have some time to myself. He's been right there whenever I've completely fallen apart and he's helped me pick up all of the pieces. I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank him enough for how much I appreciate all he's done for me. He's pretty much been living here with me in dad's house and we've had absolutely no problems. So why not? He's right, I don't need to be alone right now, and I really don't want to be either. He's such a comfort to be around and I can't think of another place I'd want to be right now.
"Ok." I whispered.
He leaned in and kissed my forehead and rubbed my back.
"You'll get through this sweetheart. I promise. I'll always be there for you."
A tear spilled down my cheek from his words. Like I said, he always knows how to comfort me.
"I don't know if I've said it before… but thank you so much for being here with me. I don't know what I would have done without you through all of this."
"You don't have to thank me, Bell. You're more important right now. I would never leave you to deal with this on your own."
So when we went back to Seattle, I moved all of my stuff into Edward's apartment and never even thought of looking for another place.
End of Flashback
"You're just lucky I was so smitten with you from that first day. Thank God we ran into each other like that. I wasn't paying attention at all that day and if you hadn't knocked my books out of my hands, I don't know if we would have ever met." I said, turning around to check on the food.
"Oh I have no doubt we would have eventually met. I don't think I could have gone through life not knowing you were out there. It wouldn't have been fair." He said, jumping up on the counter beside the stove.
"Yeah but if it hadn't have been then, I don't know what I would have done. You were there for me through the hardest time of my life and I still can't thank you enough." I leaned in and kissed him sweetly. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, my beautiful."
We finally sat down to dinner and did our normal thing. We talked, fed each other, stole kisses. We were mushy but we didn't care. It's just how we've always been. Neither of us had it in us to ever hide how we felt about each other. Especially being roommates through the whole thing. When one of us was pissed, the other surely knew. And if it was at each other, we knew we had to talk it out because living under the same roof when you're both mad can end up bad. We learned that one day when I started throwing things and threatened to move out. I didn't know if I could actually do it but once we stopped and finally talked, I realized just how much I wanted to be with him. It didn't matter if we disagreed on things. Couples disagree all the time. Our motto has always been 'if it's easy enough to fight about, it's just as easy to talk it out.' Cheesy, I know. But it helps in the best ways.
After dinner, we settled into the couch and turned on the movie. Of course he went with Nightmare on Elm Street.
Asswipe.
I should know better than to think he wouldn't do it. But the problem is whether I'm going to withhold sex or not.
Hmmmm….. Decisions, decisions.
Of course it doesn't help when he starts kissing behind my ear. He knows that's my weakness.
I let him carry back to our bedroom where he gently laid me down on the bed.
He kissed down my jaw and collarbones, all the way to the swells of my breasts at the top of my shirt, where he lapped across the hemline.
He peered up at my eyes and his looked like they were on fire. That deep green that always took my breathe away was somehow magnified.
"Bell, do you have any clue how much I want you? How much I crave you?"
"I'm pretty sure I have an idea…" I reached down and rubbed my hand over his erection, through his jeans. "But, I could be wrong…"
"Uhhhnn." He moaned, then dropped his head to my shoulder. "Bell, baby, I'm gonna lose my load if you keep that up. I want to be inside of you when that happens." the muffled sound coming from him burying his face in my shoulder was too cute.
"Aww, my poor baby." I cooed at him. "I know you have a quick recovery time." I smiled at him. "Ares should be just fine." I patted his erection. (That I named by the way)
"Woman, you are pure evil." He groaned. "And I still can't believe you named my junk." He said, as he started his assault on my neck.
I had named his penis after the god of war. I'm not sure why, but one night we were going at it kind of rough, and I guess that's how it came to me that his peen was strong, and ready for anything at anytime.
So my logic was in a sex haze. Sue me.
"Mmmm" I moaned as he worked his way down my stomach over my shirt. When he reached the bottom, he grabbed the hem of it and tugged it up over my head. Then he grabbed his own and pulled it over his head. Then went down to his jeans and unbuttoned them and pulled them down, along with his boxers.
The sight of his beautiful cock always left me breathless. And the size… hmmm… absolutely perfect.
He reached for my jeans and unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down at a snail's pace.
I may have growled a little bit.
"Patience my beautiful." He said in a hushed voice.
I guess I did. Oh well.
"You of all people should know I'm not a patient person when it comes to sex with you. You know I want you all the time." I managed to get all of that out in shuddering breathes as he slid my jeans down my legs, while drawing a line with his nose down the inside of my thigh.
When he came back up to eye level, I was breathing heavily. And I could feel him harden further against me.
"Edward… touch me." I breathed out.
I could feel how wet I was getting between my thighs and I was looking for any sort of contact I could find.
He slowly traced his fingers down my stomach, to the top of my thigh and then around to the back of it. He was drawing his own pattern on my legs, and not going where I was desperate for him to be.
"You fucker…" I grumbled under my breath. "Edward, if you don't fucking touch me, I'm going to find the handcuffs and tie you to the bed and have my way with you anyway I can think of."
His head snapped up so fast, I thought I was going to fly off. His eyes had darkened severely and I was reconsidering retracting my previous statement. Because that would only delay me further. Shit.
He got a contemplative look on his face as he thought about what I said.
"Hmmmm, that sounds more than appealing to me right now… Where did you say you left the handcuffs?" He asked with that mischievous look on his face.
"Edward, I swear on everything that's holy that if you don't get your ass in gear, I'm never having sex with you again."
"Oh, well when you put it like that…"
He finally slid two fingers over my slit and I moaned like a fucking porn what would you do when you're deprived of those gorgeous fingers?… That's what I thought.
He took my left nipple into his mouth and suckled and licked it, then pulled back and blew air onto it to make it harden even further.
God, I love it when he does that.
He then repeated the action with my right nipple, and I arched my back up towards him.
Suddenly his fingers were gone, only to be replaced with the tip of his cock, which he rub up and down my slit, spreading my juices all over him.
"God,… Edward, I love it when you do that." It feels so fantastic when he does that, but I want him inside.
He finally slid inside of me, making me feel complete. When we were connected like this, it was so perfect. We fit so well together that sometimes we didn't know where one of us stopped and the other began.
"Oh god, Bell! You always feel so fucking amazing. Wrap your legs around my waist, baby."
I complied and felt him go even deeper into me. And it made my eyes roll back, it was so good. I dug my heels into his ass to get as close as possible.
He started a slow pace, going in and out of me. It was sweet, and sensual to start out with.
"Uhhnn, Edward, right there!" I moaned into his ear.
"Where beautiful? Right here?" He thrust so deep into me, and at the right angle, that my toes curled.
"OH FUCK, Edward" I almost shouted.
He started to quicken his pace, and I could tell he was starting to get close.
I was already at the edge and he was quickly pushing me over the cliff.
He brought his hand down between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb.
"Look at that baby." He whispered through his thrusts, looking down between us where we were connected.
I looked down and was so fucking turned on seeing him disappear inside of me. That sent me flying over the cliff so hard, and I threw my head back into the pillow.
"OHMYFUCKINGGOD!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as my orgasm took over, while he still pumped into me. It literally felt like I was flying, or taking the plunge down a giant rollercoaster. Or probably what I would think the thrill of skydiving would be like, free-falling to earth.
I could already feel myself building up again, and I didn't know if I could take another hit that strong again.
"Come on baby, I know you're getting close again. Cum for me beautiful."
He thrust one more time and I was gone. And apparently so was he with the string of cuss words leaving his mouth.
"OH Shit!" I yelled.
"JESUS!FUCK!SHIT!MOTHERFUCKER!DAMNIT!HOLYHELL!" Yeah that happens every now and then…
Once both of us could actually breathe normally, he pulled out of me and curled up behind me, spooning me, and kissing my neck and ear.
"I love you more than life itself Bells."
"I love you too. So fucking much. I don't know what I'd ever do without you."
"You'll never have to find out." He whispered and gave me a final kiss before we both fell asleep.
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