We were alone. Standing directly opposite Edward, with the kitchen counter between us, I felt oddly naked. I felt as if one sweep from head to toe of his beautiful honey eyes he would see through me. My favourite crooked smile spread across his face.
It was the start of the summer holidays and Charlie was out at work. Edward stretched out an arm towards me. My hand, numb and sweaty from the heat, fell short on the counter.
'Bella, love.'
'Yes?'
'We're alone.'
'Yes.'
'What would you like to do today? We could go to the pictures. I wouldn't even have to cover up.'
I murmured some nonsense about no good movies recently. I crossed the space between us. We locked eyes, even though he was perhaps a head taller than me. He held up his hand and gently touched my cheekbone with the tip of a finger. His cool fingers curled around the side of my face, so gently I knew he was curbing his desire. The feeling was wondrous. I pressed myself against him. His chest was like a marble sofa, contouring to mine. It was a close hold, but very soft. Contrary to other teenage relationships, it was 'less is more' for us. The fact that we knew it would happen, and that when it would happen, it would be only happier for us. A single kiss from him was like air for me. It would rescue me from the darkest depths, like oxygen in a smoke-filled room.
I pressed myself eagerly onto him, and pulled him into the living room. Edward's breath came onto me again and he whispered 'Pictures?'
'Home cinema'
'Ahhhhh...'
It was then that I pulled him onto me so that I collapsed onto the couch behind us. I brushed my fingers through his hair and he covered my neck with cold kisses. I could feel my skin's red imprint where his lips had touched. I moaned and tossed my head. I let my hands fall down and touched his thighs. Gently, I drew circles over his legs and very slowly, moved them up. It was such a hot day, some coolness would be gladly welcomed. My hands moved under his open shirt to his naked muscles. I slid my hands very slowly up his six-pack, feeling his smooth marble coolness. Suddenly I gasped. What was Edward doing? I could actually feel his tongue!
I gave a moan and pushed my hands up slowly to his pecs. Was this what it was like to touch a god? I couldn't breathe. Edward's hands found my thighs, and he rubbed them firmly up and down. Slowly, he got to my hips, moving his hands back some more. His fingers tightened considerably around my buttocks. It was hard enough for me, wanting so much just to...jump him. But for him! I imagined the self-control he needed for this. For so long, I thought maybe he didn't want me. Edward was still poring over me. I was on the couch, lying down, but he was still standing, his arms around me and his neck and back bent towards me.
He collapsed onto me, softly. As softly as marble could. His mouth came down on mine and his fingers reached up to my stomach. I was wearing a t-shirt and no doubt the tips of my breasts were so hard he could feel them on him. I moved my chest up to reach his. From his throat came a gurgling sound, and his eyes flickered. He fell onto his side and began exploring me. He put his hands under my top and gently slithered them across my midriff. I crammed my mouth against the base of his neck, and breathed in the scent of him. I plastered hot salty kisses on his neck and cheeks, before turning over and starting on his chest.
Edward lay there. Slowly, inevitably, he moved up. I was still eagerly pushing myself onto him, but he gently murmured 'No, love.'
'But you promised...'
'What did I promise? There may have been a time when I was willing to, before the wedding, whenever you wanted, but not now. I could hurt you Bella.' His eyes darkened at the thought and he propped himself onto one elbow.
I groaned. 'Edward...you're not going to get off that easily'
'Well Bella, that was quite a session anyway. We certainly made good use of our time. Now, what about those pictures? Or films?'
I wasn't prepared to talk about something else. He was so close, so deadly close. If I had the same effect on him as he did on me, I could persuade him. Depending on how you think of persuasion...
I leaned up and I put my hot hand on his cheek. My small hand passed over his cold cheek. He closed his eyes, and turned his head closer to my hand. Kissing my palm. 'No love.'
Fine, I thought. 'Fine' I said. But now I was thinking of what would've happened if Edward wasn't so damn good all the time. 'We can watch 'The Notebook'.
My Adonis winced.
'Well, we are alone...'
