Title: Promise You Won't Ever See Me Cry
Summary: Every summer that Bella spends with the Cullens is messed up, whacked, wrong. But her twenty-third summer is the worst yet. With Edward's surprise visitor, and a stunning proposition, what is going to happen this summer? And will Bella finally let go, be herself, and cry? B/E, a little T/E, but canon otherwise.
Author: My Jacob (AKA Mo Duinne)
Rating: M for; Drugs, lemons, a little violence, swearing, etc.
Description: A little dark, but will have a good ending. I promise!
Disclaimer: Anything that sounds familiar, I DID NOT MAKE UP! Also, I don't own the Twilight characters. I just make them do dirty things to each other. ;)
Don't Bother, By Shakira
She's got the kind of look that defies gravity
She's the greatest cook
And she's fat free
She's been to private school
And she speaks perfect French
She's got the perfect friends
Oh isn't she cool
She practices Tai Chi
She'd never lose her nerve
She's more than you deserve
She's just far better than me
Hey, hey
So don't bother
I won't die of deception
I promise you won't ever see me cry
Don't feel sorry
And don't bother
I'll be fine
But she's waiting
The ring you gave to her will lose its shine
So don't bother, be unkind
I'm sure she doesn't know
How to touch you like I would
I beat her at that one good
Don't you think so?
She's almost six feet tall
She must think I'm a flea
I'm really a cat you see
And it's not my last life at all
Hey, hey
So don't bother
I won't die of deception
I promise you won't ever see me cry
Don't feel sorry
Don't bother
I'll be fine
But she's waiting
The ring you gave to her will lose its shine
So don't bother, be unkind
For you, I'd give up all I own
And move to a communist country
If you came with me, of course
And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you
And lose those pounds, and learn about football
If it made you stay, but you won't, but you won't
So don't bother,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be
fine
Promise you won't ever see me cry
And after all I'm glad that I'm not your type
Promise you won't ever see me cry
Don't bother,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be
fine
Promise you won't ever see me cry
And after all I'm glad that I'm not your type
Promise you won't ever see me cry.
I braced myself, grinding my smoldering joint into the ground. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the Cullen manor.
"Bella, darling!" "Bells! Gosh you look great!" "Hey, kid, what's cookin'?" I blinked at the overenthusiastic welcomes, finding myself wrapped in the arms of Esme, Alice, and Emmett.
"Er, hi?" I asked, still confused from my bracing buzz, and the reception. I turned at the click of two pairs of shoes.
"Welcome home, Bella," smiled Carlisle warmly, hugging me tightly, then holding me at arms length.
"Would it be too cliché to say 'My, how you've grown'?" I laughed, hugging him back.
"Hi Carlisle. It's good to be back…" I trailed off, my smile fading as I met the stunning green eyes of the last Cullen boy, standing behind Carlisle.
He glared moodily at me, then turned on his heel, and disappeared. The tension was palpable, and we stood there awkwardly, but then Esme, a bit over-animatedly, offered us all fresh watermelon juice and her famous chocolate chip cookies, and the silence was broken.
Alice chattered animatedly about the new guy she'd met, Jasper by name. He was arriving tomorrow, joining us for the rest of the summer.
Emmett, too, had brought his new fiancé, the infamous Rosalie, who I had yet to meet. Lovely. Everyone was a couple all of a sudden, leaving Edward and I as the awkward third wheel.
"How's Edward doing?" I ventured timidly, probing the new tension again. "Er, he, um, brought a friend too…" muttered Alice, for once at a loss for words.
"A friend from Dartmouth or something…" I sincerely hoped he was a hottie. I needed something to distract me from Edward's stupid moody, hot, goody-two-shoes, holier-than-thou attitude.
After Emmett devoured the snacks, Esme hospitably showed me to my usual room, the only one besides Edward's in the east wing. Lovely, what awkwardness.
"Where's Edward's friend staying?" I asked, unable to staunch my ruinous curiosity.
"Um, his room," admitted Esme, flushing a little. Well, I'll admit it was a tad scandalous, but I knew that Edward wasn't gay, (Trust me on this one, I know.) plus, he had more than one bed in there, so it was no big deal.
Esme let me alone to freshen up, reminding me that we were going to the beach in an hour. At least I could finally get rid of my horrible paleness, though I never really tanned well.
Every summer, Esme would make Edward and I slather on sunscreen and zinc oxide to avoid letting us burn. We would sulk in the shade, then disappear to make out or whatever when the others' attentions were otherwise occupied.
I had been spending my summers at the Cullens beach house (Less house, really, more mansion) since before I could remember.
Before Renee passed, she had been very close with Esme, much like Alice and I, and in her will, she specified that my summers were to be spent on the Cullen's private island, in their care.
Although it was only necessary until I turned eighteen, I kept coming, a sucker for the punishment that being with Edward provided.
I also could not quite remember a time when I was not completely and irrevocably in love with the youngest Cullen. It was always a little awkward with him, and it certainly got worse when, at thirteen, I kissed him, kissed anyone, for the first time.
Then later that summer, I flashed my tiny breasts at him, and he proceeded to flush and disappear anytime he saw me again the rest of that summer.
The next year, we kissed some more, between our fighting, and he was the first person to touch my breasts. At fifteen, that warm night by the ocean, under the influence of liquer stolen from Carlisle's cupboard on his part, and an excellent joint on mine, he popped my cherry. It was fantastic, and horrible and it was so fast it barely counted. But I knew that he was my first, and that was enough for me.
At from sixteen on, we hated each other, but somehow, I always ended up giving him a blowjob on the cool sands of the beach. There really wasn't a word for us.
Definitely not boyfriend and girlfriend, not really friends, either, nor fuck buddies. I liked to think that maybe we cared too much about each other for that, at least I knew I did.
We weren't quite lovers, because except for that one, awkward, embarrassing time, we didn't have sex. I just sucked him off, and occasionally, though not nearly as often, he would finger me, or go down on me.
It was a love-hate relationship, but I did know how to make him squirm at least. My touch definitely affected him, and a well-placed word or stroke could make him hard for me. Not that it wasn't reciprocal. His very presence was enough to turn me on, but I had had twenty-three years of practice to hide that fact.
I was interrupted from my musing by a loud, somehow masculine knock on the door. Silly as it sounded, I knew the tempo, the exact beat of that knock.
"Come in, Edward," I sighed, flopping back on the pale silver duvet. He stuck his head in, eyebrows scrunched together adorably. I felt my heart flop.
"How do you do that?" he asked, staring at me, his copper hair flopping over one emerald eye.
"Sixth sense." I answered curtly, staring back at the ceiling. I heard him sigh, and felt the bed creak as he sat down on it.
"Why do you always have to do this, Bella?" he asked, toying with the hem of my jeans. I pulled my leg away. "Do what?"
He looked to the sky as if asking for an answer, then spread his arms wide. "This! Ignore me one second then…." I looked straight into his eyes, keeping my face straight.
"Then suck you off, you mean." He crossed his arms awkwardly, looking away. "Yes," he muttered, leaning back next to me.
"Why? It gets you off, doesn't it?" I ask, masochistic as always.
"Yeah, but, hell, it feels so wrong. Just letting you blow me, then walk away like nothing happened." I didn't meet his eyes, but started playing with a lock of his thick copper hair. It felt wrong to me too, but at least I got to be near him.
He pulled my face around, his fingers on my cheek, making me look into those stunning green eyes.
"Don't do this to me, Bella…" his voice was low, husky, the lust unmistakable. I had been sucking him long enough to know his lust when I saw it. Without looking, I slid one finger along the sliver of skin between his shirt and his jeans, toying with the button.
He moaned, crushing his eyes closed, but his hips betrayed him, and he arched against my hand. I bent down, unbuttoning him, pulling down his pants just enough that his erection sprang out. Looking at him, toying with the trail of dark gold hair that ran from his belly button to his base never got old.
Very slowly, I licked the bead of precum off his tip, and he groaned, throwing his head back. I took his whole length into my mouth slowly, feeling his tip hit the back of my throat, and I gagged a little, but kept him there. I carefully pulled him almost out again, keeping his head in my mouth, running my tongue around his tip.
Slowly, then faster in the familiar rhythm, I sucked, bobbing my head in time to our heartbeats, his moans. Faster and faster, until, with a clenching of his body, and a deep cry, he came, filling my mouth as I swallowed. He pulled out, shoving himself into his jeans, backing up against the headboard.
"Dammit, Bella, that's not why I came. I came to tell you something really important. Bella, this has to stop." I raised an eyebrow, trailing one finger alone the now re-hardened bulge in my pants, but he cringed away from me, staring at his feet.
"Bella, I'm engaged."
Sorry about the first chapter cliffy! Now, as you may know, I'm not one for song fics, in fact, I hate them, but this song really inspired me. I felt that I needed to write about it NOW, so I did. I know I don't have any right to be making a new story, especially given my slowness in updating but it was one of those things that needed to be done. I hope you enjoy this! So please, I beg of you, hit the little green button and feed my ego.
Lurve, kisses, and a million lemons to every reviewer! (But each reader does in fact qualify for... *counts on fingers* One lemon so far!)
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