Bella's Blues

Bella finds herself alone in her house for a 2 weeks while Charlie's away with Billy to Seattle to watch the season's greatest baseball events. What trouble will Bella conjure up now? Find out. Review for more chapters. WARNING. LEMONS in further chapters.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SERIES, IT'S CHARACTERS AND STEPHENIE MEYER'S WORK. I AM BUT A MERE FAN WHO WANTS TO WRITE. :D

It was a normal morning in Forks. Cold wind, misty air, damp grass, and an eerie feel to the fog that's been building up in town for days. I was staring out the kitchen window, thinking about the next few weeks, when Charlie entered the room and started talking.

"Bella? Are you alright?" He asked, his voice filled with concern and guilt. "I know you're a big girl but are you sure you're going to be okay here? All alone?"

"Dad, I'm a big girl! I can take care of myself…" I said, sounding confident. Who wouldn't be? After all, he may be my father but I act like the adult around here, even when I was with Renee. I always had been. But not when he was there. Only then would I loosen up.

"I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you being alone and all. Are you sure you wouldn't want to come?"

"I'd prefer being alone that to watch a bunch of baseball fans scream and chant and rant when their favored team misses a hit." I said as I picked up the dried dishes from the counter.

"Ok, Bells. Since I can't force you. What are the house rules?" He asked as he grabbed his hat from the hat stand.

"No going to the forest out back. No late-night visitors…" I smirked at that one. He was always there. "No parties. Call you if I need help or I'm in trouble."

"Good. I'll call to check up on you from time to time. Remember, when you need me, just call. Bye, Bells. I love you" He said as he placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Thanks, Dad. I love you too. Have a safe trip." I said as I waved goodbye.

He left. I was finally alone.

I checked the clock. It was 9 o' clock. He would be back from hunting at around 12. I had 3 hours left. I grabbed my Wuthering Heights and went upstairs.

I sat on my bed thinking of things to do while I waited for him. Cleaning was good. It was just that, out of my excitement, I woke up at 6 am and made a VERY early start. I did laundry, swept the floors, bathed, and vacuumed almost every speck of the house. There was nothing left to do than to read. I lay back, started reading and soon, I was asleep.

When I woke up, I was startled by a pair of golden eyes staring at me. I jolted and I felt a cold hand on my cheek.

"Edward" I said as I reached up for his face.

"Well, hello. You look tired." He said as his golden eyes met mine. I smiled.

"I've been…busy…I guess." I said, trying to stifle a yawn.

"Oh? How come, love?" He asked as he stroked by cheek. His eyes were boring into mine. Oh how I loved his gorgeous eyes.

He seemed to notice what I was thinking about and he suddenly smiled my favorite crooked smile.

"I woke up a little too early this morning." I answered, still dazed.

"Why?" He kissed my forehead.

"Uhh. Because…I…" He traced my lower lip with his thumb.

"Yes?" His hand rested on my waist. They seemed warm, however cold his skin was.

"Edward?" I asked and looked deep into his golden, butterscotch eyes while he drew small circles by my waist. I was wearing a tank top which showed my navel and pajama pants. God.

"Hmm?" He nuzzled me by the crook of my neck, placing sweet, soft kisses there.

"You're dazzling me." I blurted out. I was enjoying this and yet I was ruining the moment.

"Am I?" he said, and then leaned in to kiss me but then turned away and jumped off my bed gracefully. Damn it.

"Edward…" I almost sounded like I was begging.

"Yes?"

"Come back. Please? Stay here." I said as I patted the space on my bed where he had been laying just minutes ago, dazzling me.

"But you said I was dazzling you." He said as he took a seat on the rocking chair in the corner of my room.

"You were. I never said I wasn't enjoying it." I said as I pouted.

He smirked. He liked this. Damn him and his dazzling. I loved it but I hated its effects on me. He was back in the bed in less than 3 seconds but he wouldn't get near me.

"Edward!" I said almost screaming. I sat up and crossed my hands over my chest.

"You know…" A pair of cold hands wrapped around my waist. "You really are cute when you pout." His lips were kissing and sucking on my neck. It was cold. It was exhilarating. "But you're cuter when you're angry." Cold hands were tugging the hem of my shirt and roaming over the skin exposed. "But you're gorgeous just the way you are." And that was it. It took me over the edge. I turned to look at him and started kissing him. Not caring whether he would pull away or not. To my surprise, he didn't pull away. He even deepened the kiss by letting his tongue glide over my lower lip and asked for entrance. I obliged and the kiss went from a sweet, soft kiss to a house on fire in 2.5 seconds flat.

I pulled away, only to allow myself the much needed air. I breathed heavily and he just sat there, smirking at me. I thought that these 2 weeks were going to be boring. I guess I was wrong. This was going to be a long day.

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(A/N) This is my first fanfic/smut so please be nice. :D