Edward and Bella
Disclaimer: The characters Bella Swan and Eward Cullen belong to the genious Stephenie Meyer. I don't own him (though I wish I did) or her. All original characters and plots are mine though.
Warning: Rated M for a reason people. Oneshot of Bella and Edwards first time. It all leads up to a big lemon at the end. Please R&R, but no flames. This is my first attempt at an Edward Bella fic so let me know what you think.
I woke up to a cold hand unbuttoning my shirt. It took a few moments for my eyes to focus,, and when they did I gasped at the beauty before me. Hovering mere inches from my face was an angel. His face looked as if it could have been carved out of marble by God Himself. He was beauitiful. He was unique. He was mine. And he was undressing me. I sat up in shock at this last realization.
"W-wha-" I started to stammer, but one long, cold finger pressed softly against my lips silencing me.
"Shh." He whispered, sending heat waves thoughout my body. "Trust me, okay?""Okay." I sighed, my protests forgotten as I lay back down, helpless to his pleading voice.
He continued to unbutton my shirt and, as he moved his hands down, his stone cold fingers brushed involintarily against the fabric over my breast sending a small tremor through my body.
Edward stopped, an anxious look on his face, completely unaware of what had just caused my sudden movement.
"Should I continue?" he asked. His face held complete seriousness and extreme concentration; like he was fighting some deep internal battle just to bring himeself this far. It made complet sense to me. There had always been very strict barriers regarding our physical relationship. Even now that Edward seemed to be thowing those out the window, the looming fear of him hurting me in some way was plainly written on his face.
I didn't respond at first, expecting he would just go on. but after a long 30 seconds of silence I realized that he was not about to do anything else without my approval of the situation. I mearly nodded, unable to speak.
Edward continued, undoing the last few buttons and pulling t-shirt back to reveal my simple, black cotton bra which contrasted greatly with the ivory smoothness of my flat abdomen. He moved his long, cold fingers up to trace my collar bone and shoulders. His fingers then drifted downward, sliding between my breasts and fanning out as they grazed lightly over my stomach before comming to a rest at the hem of my jeans.
My body responded to his light and simple carresess that left a trail of red where is touch had made my skin flush, like his icy fingers were magneticlly drawing my blood to the suface my skin. I shivered not because of the cold, but because of the pleasent sensations shooting straight to more exciting parts of my anatomy. After the last small waves of tremors swept though me, I realized that he had stopped and was now looking at me, waiting for my response before he continue.
"Edward." I breathed. He understood the longing in my voice and hesitated only a moment more before undoing the button and zipper. He began to peel the jeans away from my skin, slowly pulling them down and then shifting his weight off of me slightly so that he could remove them properly.
After he had done away with the article, Edward repositioned himself on top of me so that his legs stattled either side of me as I lay on my back in my bra and matching black cotton underwear. For a long minute he just stared at me, looking me up and down, taking in every aspect of my body. This made me sightly uncomfortable. Laying open in front of his unyeilding eyes, though I was still partially covered. Uncontiously I crossed my arms in front of me trying to cover my exposed body, but his hard hands gently stopped me.
"No, don't hide yourself. Your, well, for lack of a better word...perfect Bella. His sweet breath washed over me as he said this and he stared into my eyes with total sincerity. I knew that he was being serious, but I couldn't hold back the dark laugh that had been building up inside of me.
"Please." I scoffed. "I am most definatly not perfect."
A angry expression flicked across his profile momentarily, then almost instantly turned hard; his eyes blank.
"You're right." He said, his face unreadible. I hadn't expected him to agree with me! My face must have looked hurt and confused because his eyes softed slightly.
"Far from it in fact." He continued in a light voice. "You're clumsy and uncordinated and you attract danger where ever you go." He paused here and let his words sink in. I lay dumbstuck and completly speechless.
"But, " he prompted, his face softening, "you're perfect for me and that is all that matters."
I let out a long sigh, both out of relief and awe and as I did his hands started to explore my body again. They moved along my stomach again, this time going in circles around my belly button and tracing the way that my hip bones jutted out slightly. Each touch left a trail of fire on my skin, making me hot and flushed all over.His fingers then halted as a single one slid a fraction of an inch under the elastic band of my underwear, and then hesitated.
"Bella, I can stop if you'd like." He said quietly.
It was only then that realized I had stopped breathing and was clutching my legs together at the knee. He must have taken it as a sign that I wanted him to stop, when I really was trying to hold in the small waves of pleasure that were washing over my stomach and lower parts of my body, afraid that they would leave and not come back. I tried quickly to suck in a gulp of air so that I could protest, but only managed to gag slightly.
"No, no." I choked out finally. "I don't want you to stop, I just have to remember to breath once in a while."
"It's not that." He said, his eyes low, his voice still quiet. "It's just..." He heaved a sigh. "I don't want to stop either but I don't know how well I'll be able to control myself if we go much further. I scarcly understand how we could've gotten to this point. I...well...with one wrong move now I could seriously hurt, or even possibly kill you. If that happened then there's no way that I would ever be able to live with myself and...Bella..."
His sentence trailed off and he looked into my eyes, an anxious look displayed on his features as he searched my profile for something that would tell him what to do next. He didn't have to search long. I stared right back at him, my eyes and voice full of determination as I answered him with a short but powerful sentence
"Edward, I trust you completly and now it's time for you to trust yourself for once."
Edward still looked doubtful, so I decided to show him. I moved my hand to the clasp at the front of my bra, which he had left together, and slowly undid it. With my free hand I reached for his now idle hands at my waist and pulled them up towards my chest with no resistance from him. He wanted this as badly as I did. Maybe even more. He had been waiting over one hundred years for this, a lifetime (literally) compared to my measly seventeen.
Edwards hands were no longer moving with my help. They started to brush the fabric of my bra away, once again awakening my senses as this time his icy hands brushed across the bare and hypersensitive skin of my breast. A sharp intake of breath on my part stopped him for half-a-second, then he again brushed his thumb over my now erect left nipple. A lazy smirk spread across his face as he recieved the same reaction. Edward then bent over and pressed his cool lips to the tip of my right breast as his forefinger and thumb pinched the other one gently. He then flicked his tongue out lightly against my skin. This earned him a quiet moan from the back of my throat, bringing yet another playful grin to his lips as he lifted his head to look at me.
"Interesting." Was all he said with he said with an amused and calculating look on his face.
A?N So what do you think of my first attempt at ExB. COMMENT PLZ!!!!!!