It was still fairly early, so Charlie wasn't up yet. I felt like I was a teenage boy with a reoccurring wet dream, having to wash my sheets four days in a row. Except I didn't have a penis. The reoccurring wet dream department would have a big, fat check mark next to it. I glanced at my watch I concluded that Charlie wouldn't know now, seeing that it wasn't even dawn yet. Tiptoeing down the hallway, I silently kicked myself for stepping squarely on the squeaky step as I reached the stairs. Without turning on any lights I managed to successfully maneuver my way into the laundry closet and put my sheets in.
To the best of my luck, Alice was standing the corner of my room with her back to me looking at an old collage. When I walked in, she looked up. I pretended not to see her for a minute. And then I realized how stupid it was for me to try and ignore her.
"If you want me to leave, I can go now." Alice said, her voice slightly questioning. I could notice her eyebrows raising even in the semi-darkness of my room . I didn't know what I wanted, truly. Or at least I knew what I wanted but that it is impossible to eat your cake and have it too. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. a hand running through my hair as if somehow the follicles had the answer I was looking for.
"No, don't…" I said awkwardly. It was only time for Alice to confront me about what her visions were showing. I could have easily denied it, and brushed it of as a mistake just as the cliff diving adventure was misinterpreted. She just stood there, looking at me. I couldn't take it. "Listen, I can explain," I began. Edward was on a week long "hiking" trip with Emmett and Jasper, leaving Alice to keep an eye on me. But I don't think that it had anything to do with his absence. Don't get me wrong, Edward is beautiful. But Alice…I can't even begin to describe it.
I also can't exactly say who was the first to initiate anything, but suddenly, we were no longer on opposite sides of the room. And just as suddenly, her thumbs were rubbing circles into the fabric of my comfy wife beater over my nipples making them harden almost instantaneously. I took the initiative to grab hold of her hips, snaking my hands in the space between her unbelted jeans and skin. And even more suddenly than all that, our lips met. Our teeth clashed together, not in that awkward sloppy kiss kind of way, but in the way that I knew this was right yet oh so wrong. If this were Edward and I, he would have pushed me away, leaving me only yearning for more. But instead, this was Alice and her lips only met mine just as fervently as they did seconds before. For a second, I stopped kissing her, fearing that maybe we were going too far and that she had just as much self control as Edward. I could barely keep myself from envisioning this going to far.
Alice murmured something into my ear, something that I didn't quite catch as her cool breath ran alongside my face. Whatever it was, it didn't matter as she swiftly push me back into the overstuffed chair on the other side of the room. As my body sank into the seat - hands still on her hips and our lips still locked in a slightly slower, more passionate kiss. She took the opportunity to snake one hand into my underwear. Together, her fingers cupped me and it took nearly all my own self discipline for me not to mount her fingers and ride them as hard as possible as I had done in this reoccurring dream.
Straddling me in the chair, Alice easily slid two chilled fingers inside of me. Not wanting her to stop, I slid my hands into her jeans and gripped her ass with all my might. It took everything within me to not moan loudly, waking up Charlie Swan, one of the hardest sleepers known to man. She seemed to sense this, and her mouth attacked mine. I pulled on her bottom lip as if my life depended on it. When she began to pump her fingers in and out of me, I'm pretty sure I made one of those classic "o" shaped faces. And as she started to pump herself towards and away from me as hard as I could possibly stand, I'm even more sure that everybody in Phoenix could have heard me if she didn't kiss me so hard.
A slightly less than audible "ohhhhhh Alice…" was her only warning that I was getting close. I remember seeing her wide golden eyes narrow as she began to rub my clit. Feeling myself get even closer, I squeezed her bare ass as I arched up to the last stroke of her fingers that sent me over the edge.
My body shuddered for what seemed to be hours. She lazily planted kisses along my neck and chest as I came down from the orgasm. When I regained control of my body, I couldn't quite decipher if this was a cruel, cruel dream or an unimaginable reality. We kissed slowly and deliberately for minute and it just felt right.
"You aren't dreaming, Bella. However, you will need to take a shower and air our your room a little." she said. If she were a human, I'd be offended by that comment. She tilted her head up, closed her eyes, and breathed in audibly in the early morning light. "It smells absolutely delightful in here but then I wouldn't be able to concentrate after school as I pretend to do schoolwork if you don't do something about it. And if you don't shower," she began, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips, "well then we will just have to have a second round in your truck in between classes. Your pick, Bella." she said as she slipped out of my window as Edward had done many, many times before.
I considered not taking the shower as I pulled on my robe to start Charlie's routine morning pot of coffee.