Title: Just a Tasteful Little Affair
Author: LadyExcalibur
Characters: Edward & Bella
Notes: I like my vampires dark and naughty. This is for my own amusement and not intended to be taken seriously in any way.
Of course, I don't own these characters or their 'verse as they are the sole property of Stephenie Meyer.
-------------Just a Tasteful Little Affair------------
"What do you mean?" Edward's voice betrayed his astonishment as he stared at the girl. "It doesn't matter…" he muttered under his breath. "You're insane," he added with an emphatic nod of his head.
Bella merely smiled serenely and shrugged. "If you say so," she replied agreeably. Then she slid closer to him, leaning on the console between them. She laughed. "You're right, it does matter."
"I thought so," Edward murmured, his eyes narrowing. Nothing in her expression was what he expected. Instead of the fear and revulsion that should be there, he saw only acceptance and…interest? He thought she would lean away from him and that her heart would sputter and race with the knowledge of what he was.
Her heart rate did speed up, but he caught the faintest hint of arousal from her. It drew him closer despite his best intentions. He sniffed the air delicately, savoring the scent and flavor of it.
"In fact," she said softly, resting her chin on her hand. "I find it kind of…fascinating." Her lashes lowered, hiding her expressive eyes from him. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to gaze into their dark depths to try and discover more of her secrets.
She was both infuriating and fascinating. And she was brave – or stupid – beyond anything he could have imagined, possessing absolutely no instinct to protect herself. At exactly the moment she should be running and screaming, she was sitting there quite calmly with that sexy little half-smile.
"Fascinating?" He could not help but ask. "How so?" It was madness to encourage her, but he found himself compelled to do so. Curiosity alone would have made it a necessity, but there was also something unbearably alluring about this girl with her intoxicating blood and air of innocence.
She tilted her head as she gave his question careful consideration. A line formed between her brows and she seemed as puzzled as he was. "I don't know, really." Then she shrugged once more, dismissing the notion quite easily, her casual attitude dazing him. "It just does."
"You've got no sense of self-preservation, that much is obvious," he grumbled.
"Maybe not," she allowed. "But I'm still alive, aren't I?"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm just surprised you lived long enough to make it to Forks."
"I never seemed to have a brush with death until I moved here to this quiet little town," she reminded him. "First there was the van and then those creeps-"
"First there was me, and then the van, and then those creeps," Edward corrected her. "You're number was up then."
"You looked…" She shivered, but there was a pleasant half-smile tugging at her lips. The shiver was remarkably sensuous and not at all terrified. "You looked ferocious."
"I wanted to kill you," he said honestly.
For some reason the blunt words made them both laugh and the tension in the car evaporated as if it had never been.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't," Bella said softly and then her hand reached out toward his and she lightly brushed her warm fingers over his cold ones. His hands clutched at the steering wheel for a moment and then he took her hand in his and squeezed. Her heat felt like fire and he let himself be warmed by it.
As if it was the most natural thing in their world, she twined their fingers together, showing no sign of distaste the touch of his stone flesh. "Can I take you someplace?" he asked suddenly.
"Yes," Bella replied with no hesitation.
"I mean now," Edward said. "I want to show you a place."
"All right."
"You shouldn't be alone with me," Edward warned, compelled to honesty.
She sighed and traced a pattern on the back of his hand. "I thought we were past all that." Her tone was gently admonishing.
"We'll never be past all that, Bella." Couldn't she see the peril in what she wanted? In what he wanted?
"Be quiet and pay attention to the road," she instructed. He did as he was told.
He had had no intention of taking her to the meadow. He knew that was the last place he needed to be – especially alone with her. The one person in all the world whose blood drew him like a siren's song. Her unique and tantalizing scent filled his senses now. It was insanity to take her there. Nothing good could come of it.
But that's where he was taking her. He parked the car and picked her up. "I'll carry you," he whispered in a husky voice. She did not argue or question, putting her trust in him completely. He felt awed and humbled by it, even as he told himself that her trust only endangered her.
They arrived quickly, he had run with no thought or effort and she had buried her face in his chest as he ran, clutching her to him. Her hair whipped up into his face, bringing her scent to burn his throat and make the venom swim in his mouth. Carefully, he put her on her feet. "You can open your eyes now," he teased.
She did, gazing about them in wonder. The moonlight sent silvery fingers over the meadow grasses, which blew lazily in the soft breeze. "It's…beautiful," Bella whispered, but her eyes were on him. "Absolutely amazing."
He smiled at her, his hands pulling her closer of their own volition. Cradling her neck with one hand, his other on her hip, he hauled her up against his body and lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips parted instantly, inviting him in, luring him closer. In her own way, she was as dangerous as he was.
A moan ripped through him, and she answered it. She tasted even sweeter than he had expected and the reality rocked him.
"Oh God, Bella," he whispered. He could hear her fast, uneven breaths, felt her heart thundering against him.
"Wow," she agreed in a husky voice.
Then they fell to the ground together and he wrapped his arms around her. She fell onto his chest with a small grunt. "Sorry," he murmured.
He could see that there was something on her mind, something she wanted to say. Once again, he found himself wishing desperately that he could read her thoughts and gain some insight to her fascinating mind. "What?" he urged, smiling tenderly. He brushed her hair back, noting the way she nuzzled into his most casual touch.
Leaning down closer, Bella smiled self-consciously. "Promise not to laugh?"
"Of course."
"Or think I'm weird?" she asked unexpectedly.
He wanted to laugh at the earnest expression on her face. "I promise." What unusual and intriguing thought could have caused the blush that heated her cheeks? He felt her blood pounding harder in her veins, and the venom gathered in his mouth yet again.
"You said my blood was…interesting to you."
He shook his head. "Interesting doesn't even begin to cover how your blood smells to me, Bella Swan." Edward swallowed hard. Again.
"Well, I was wondering…" She stopped, blushed more fiercely, and then looked away.
"What?" She was going to kill him, or drive him slowly but surely insane, he thought. Either way, it might be worth it.
"I just wondered if…" Bella's lips were almost touching his. "I was wondering if you'd…if you'd like a…taste."
Two reactions occurred at once for Edward. The venom flooded his mouth and he felt the monster inside of him rouse up in interest. The other reaction was far more mundane and human, but no less insistent. His cock hardened and throbbed.
He wanted her – in so many ways. In every way.
"Uh…I'm not sure…Not sure that would be…"
Her hand slipped down between them to lightly caress his hard length and his hips bucked up against her. "Bella!"
"I'm not saying to kill me. I'm not stupid, no matter what you think," she whispered. "But what about a taste? Just an appetizer?" She laughed then, and her fingers closed around him and she gave a little jerk of her hand. "A little…sip?"
He almost came on the spot.
"I don't think I could control myself and-"
"You could," she interrupted and began stroking him with a sure and steady rhythm after a moment of awkwardness. "I know you could."
Her tongue flickered into his mouth and he felt her shudder at the taste of his venom. Edward wanted to warn her, but just then she reached down to lightly cup his sac and he had to give his full concentration to not having an orgasm.
He succeeded by only the slimmest margin.
"I can't," he insisted. "My teeth…venom…"
He had been reduced to muttering nonsense. Her eyes narrowed as she considered theat unforeseen complication. After a moment, she smiled widely and suddenly he was the one shuddering in fear…and arousal.
Then she did something else he could never have expected. She lifted her hand to her own mouth and bit deeply into her palm. The decadent smell of her blood hit him harder than one of Emmett's punches. The moonlight shimmered on that forbidden crimson stain and he knew that he was lost.
She put her hand to his lips. "Just a taste," she reminded him. "And if you're a good boy, there'll be more where that came from."
Her tantalizing promise made his cock ache and jerk in his pants. The monster was fully aware and anticipating satisfaction.
As his lips closed over her wound, her other hand snaked down and inside his jeans to stroke him once more. With every pull of his mouth at her hand, she stroked him. They found an easy rhythm and he carefully sipped at the ambrosia she offered.
A dark part of him wanted to savor the experience, perhaps in the hope it would be repeated as she had hinted? The monster growled in satisfaction and frustration.
Just before she pulled her hand away (a part of him marveled that he could allow it), he felt his balls tighten and then he was spilling cold and wet over her hand and the touch on his shaft gentled and soothed as he trembled his way down from the high.
Bella gave a deep sigh of satisfaction as she rested her head on his chest. "See now?" she whispered in a soothing voice. "See what we can do for each other?" Then she laughed and licked his ear, making him shiver. "Just a tasteful little affair," Bella murmured suggestively.
Edward found himself laughing in agreement. Yes, she was most definitely dangerous. And the most intriguing creature he had encountered in a century. He'd be a fool to pass up a chance like this. The best of both worlds – the sweetest blood and most delectable body. He intended to take full advantage of both.
The monster and the man agreed, for once in perfect accord.
TBC