A/N: I am blown away by the rampaging interest in this story. I am entirely too flattered. Better stop before I get a big head;)
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Just a quick update: the Rosalie/Emmett chapter of the VPC! Is with my beta, so that should hopefully be up soon. The epilogue for Take One for the Team is now up, as well.
A fatty fat thank you to Adrena and Kristy (IhateCleanBreaks) for agreeing to beta my smutty little angst explosion, and also to silentnc for encouraging me to write more! Go check out silentnc's story, Practicality, and tell her how awesome she is. Creepy James and Shexy Edward are always fun, right?:)
ENOUGH OF THIS EPIC A/N!
Now, let's see what these two dirty birds get up to, shall we?
Just a little sidenote: the house I envision for Edward is the same one in the movie, cuz my mind just seems to take me there.
BPOV
When we arrived at Edward's house, I was stunned by its beauty. I gaped as he came around to open the door for me. It was nestled in a remote area, surrounded by trees and natural beauty. The house itself was all glass and wood, looking modern and natural at the same time. He took my overnight bag and led me to the front door with one hand on the small of my back.
Once inside, he set my bag by the coat tree and turned to smile at me. "Would you like a tour?" he asked. I nodded and followed him as he showed me the rest of the house. It was dark and romantic right now, but I could tell it would be bright and beautiful in the day time with all these windows.
When we got to his bedroom, I felt nerves and lust battling for dominance inside me. I stared at his huge bed and suddenly a thought seized me. "Um, Edward?" I asked, unsure.
He turned and gave me a concerned look. "Yes?"
I stared at the black comforter to avoid his eyes. "Do you...do you bring people here often?" I asked, unwilling to hear what I was truly afraid of.
He was silent for a moment as he looked me directly in the eye and searched my face. "If by 'people,' you mean 'women,' then no. I try to keep my private life private, and it's not often that I meet someone I feel the desire to share it with."
I felt my stomach muscles relax before I looked back at the bed. "It's just such a sexy house, you know? It's totally perfect for wooing the panties off all the ladies."
My unexpected humor must have taken him off guard, because he blinked and then laughed. "You're ridiculous. This house is only sexy because you're in it," he said with a seductive smile. He advanced and wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him.
I closed my eyes and felt his incredibly soft lips brush against mine. The lust inside won for a moment until I felt his hand drop down to pull up my skirt. When his fingertips brushed the skin on the back of my thigh, I felt like I was drowning. This man was so unbelievably sexy and tempting, and all of a sudden I felt like an innocent little lamb being led to the slaughter all of a sudden.
He must have sensed my reluctance to continue, because he broke the kiss and released my skirt. He stepped back and gave me a light smile. "I believe I promised you some dinner."
I smiled at him gratefully and he took my hand as he led me back downstairs to the kitchen. I looked around in wonder and realized that I had a pitifully bland kitchen compared to his. The counter tops were done in black marble with a deep bronze swirl running through it, and all the appliances were a copper color that reminded me somewhat of Edward's beautiful hair.
His pots and pans hung up above the island in the middle of the kitchen. He was busily pulling out vegetables and things to get dinner started, so I took a seat on one of the stools tucked under the island. I watched as he worked; his hands were quick and sure with the sharp knife, and I found it unexpectedly sexy.
After a few minutes of silence, he looked up at me and winked. "Do you want some music?" he asked.
I nodded and he turned around to find a remote, presumably for the stereo I couldn't see. He clicked a button and some beautiful instrumental music drifted out from hidden speakers. I listened for a moment and found myself lost in the beauty of it before I looked at him in question. "It's Erik Satie," he told me. I didn't know who that was, but it didn't really matter because the music suited the moment perfectly.
He returned to the cutting board and I fell back into the silent lust I had been feeling for his strong, competent hands. He had the sexiest hands. I wanted them on me now more than ever, but I wasn't sure how to ask for it.
I wondered how I could switch so quickly from feeling like an innocent little lamb to feeling like a lioness, but the only thing I could think of was how he could make me feel. That day in his office, and then in the closet before graduation, he'd never given me any reason to doubt that he would see to my needs. After all, it wasn't as if I were some innocent little virgin; Jacob Black had taken care of that a couple years ago.
Unfortunately for me, and likely for any girl who dated Jacob, my first experience with sex had been completely different and disappointing when compared to the rampaging passion I felt whenever I was around Edward. My mind may be trying to halt things, but my heart and my body knew exactly how well he could take care of me.
However, that didn't mean that I felt confident enough to lay it right out there and tell him how much I wanted him.
I guessed I'd just have to wait until after dinner to see if he would give me what I wanted without my needing to ask.
Just then, he looked up at me through his long eyelashes. I'd never noticed how long they were before. "Did you need something, Bella?" he asked with a husky tone.
I bit my lip and gazed at him with wide eyes. I felt the dampness begin between my legs, and I wiggled a bit on the stool. "Umm..." was all I could say. I sighed helplessly. How could he read me so easily?
There was no way I could hold my own with such a sexually desirable man.
He smirked and set his knife down. "Come here," he purred. I stood on jelly legs and wobbled my way over to him with the breath sticking in my chest.
When I reached him, he snatched me around the waist and turned me around so I was pressed between the island and his hard body. "Your face is like an open book, Isabella. All I have to do is look at you and see exactly what you're thinking and feeling." I gasped and he looked down at my mouth with dark eyes. "Lick your lips, Bella," he commanded in a rough voice.
I was helpless against that velvet voice. I licked my lips and he watched every movement of my tongue. I felt his erection growing between us and I let my eyes drift closed.
His strong hands lifted me up without warning and sat me on the counter. The marble was shockingly cool against the heated skin on my thighs, but it just provided a sensual contrast to the heat of his body as he stepped between my legs. I watched his hands drift slowly up my calves, over my knees, and up my thighs. His callused hands drifted along my inner thighs as he pushed them even further apart. "You need something, Bella. Tell me what you need." he coaxed as he bent to nibble along my neck.
I whimpered and felt a fresh surge of heat pour through my veins. I couldn't answer him; I was too lost in the feel of his hands on my body.
I moaned as his long fingers reached up to slowly and deliberately unbutton my blouse. The backs of his knuckles brushed over my hot flesh and I felt my breasts swell over the top of my lace bra in an attempt to get closer to his talented hands. His wet mouth drifted down my neck, across my collarbone, and over my sternum before he nuzzled the valley between my breasts. I heard him inhale deeply and my stomach muscles clenched in response as a moan rumbled in his throat.
"You smell good enough to eat," he said, reminding me of his words from earlier today. He tugged the cups of my bra down so it settled beneath my breasts and pushed them up into his face like an offering.
I shuddered as he turned his head to the side and his mouth latched onto my left nipple. I hissed as he sucked deeply and released it to flick it with his tongue. I whimpered again as he nibbled on it and reached his hand up to massage the rest of my breast roughly. I let my head fall back because my neck was just too weak to hold it up at this point. He switched over to the other breast and laved it with his mouth. He flattened his tongue and pressed against the hardened flesh, leaving a delicious pressure against my sensitive skin. I wrapped my hands in his hair and held him there, unwilling to let him go.
He broke my hold easily and pulled away a bit so he could reach my mouth. I licked my lips again, because he apparently liked that, and watched his delicious reaction. His eyes never left my lips as his mouth descended upon mine, and his kiss seared me with its heat. I let his lips and tongue claim my mouth with fervor.
I felt him press against the counter top as his hands ripped my open shirt off my body. I returned his eagerness by reaching down to push the gray polo he was wearing up and off his beautiful torso. I leaned back a bit to admire his perfect chest, but he tucked his hands up under me and lifted my skirt so he could pull my panties down and off in one quick tug. My bare ass landed on the cool marble, and I gasped. He paid no attention to it as he dove back into my mouth, his kisses getting rougher and wetter by the minute.
I arched into him and he dropped his hands back beneath my butt to pull me closer to the edge of the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my hands along the ridges of his chest as he devoured my mouth again and again. He pulled away to bite my earlobe and whisper in my ear, "I've wanted to fuck you all day long, you know that? Fuck, I've wanted to get back inside you since the last time I was inside you. It's been like a fucking purgatory since the last time I touched you," he growled.
I shuddered at his delicious words and tried to kiss him again, but he reached up and fisted his hand in my hair. "I want you, Isabella. I want you so badly that I can't sleep at night without feeling like a freight train is running over me. I need you so much it aches," he said as he stared deep into my eyes with his golden gaze.
His intensity both scared me and turned me on even more. I didn't know what to say, so I leaned down and pulled his mouth to mine with eagerness, using his ears for leverage. When his lips met mine, I licked them with my tongue and tried to dominate the kiss. His hands massaged my ass roughly, pulling me even closer to the edge. I released his ears and reached for the front of his pants, eager to feel him inside me. His erection was straining the fabric of his slacks, and I moaned in anticipation. I struggled with his zipper until I got it down and found nothing but Edward beneath. I gasped and he looked down at me with a sensual smile. "Underwear is for sissy men," he said simply.
I looked down to see his huge cock pointing directly where I wanted it to be. Edward gripped my hair again and drove his tongue into my mouth as he drove his dick into my body. I screamed out and wrapped my arms and legs around him tightly.
"That's it, baby, hold onto me," he whispered encouragingly. I held on for dear life as he began to move, thrusting against me heavily.
The sound of our flesh smacking together only heightened my senses. I opened my legs as far as they could go and was rewarded with Edward's pelvis rubbing up against my clitoris. I moaned and buried my face in his neck as he pounded into me again and again.
"Fuck, your pussy is so tight," he grunted. I could hear the primal lust in his voice, and it called to something inside of me. I pressed myself against his body and let my head fall back in surrender.
He pushed me down on the island top and my back slid across the smooth surface along with the rhythm of his thrusts. I watched his face clenched in concentration as he pressed my hips down for a better angle, and stars exploded behind my eyes. I cried out and felt a gush of moisture coat his cock. He shouted triumphantly and kept pounding into me through my orgasm. "God your pussy is amazing!" he yelled.
I was glad he didn't have neighbors. For the first time, I felt like I could be as vocal as I wanted to be.
When my orgasm faded, he grabbed me up and off the counter without pulling out of me. I wondered what he was doing, but I quickly forgot as he slammed me up against the refrigerator door and kept hammering against me. His left hand pressed against the fridge as his right hand gripped my ass and pulled me tight against his stiff flesh. I heard the wet sound of my vagina wrapped around him and it would have made me feel shy if it didn't feel so fucking amazing.
His sweaty forehead pressed against mine and I tried to talk to him the way he talked to me, but I wasn't sure if I could do it. I tried anyway, feeling completely awkward. "You feel so good," I whispered into his ear. I heard him moan, so I took that as a good sign. I decided to try again. "I love it when you're inside me."
He growled and his dark eyes met mine. The gold iris had darkened to almost brown, and I was mesmerized. "Fuck, baby, keep talking to me," he panted.
I racked my brain for more things to say. Could I be as bold as he was? Could I, Bella Swan, talk dirty the way he wanted me to?
I decided to give it a try, but my whole body flushed with nerves as I said something I never thought would come out of my mouth: "My...pussy...is so wet," I whispered. I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud.
He let a feral growl loose from deep in his chest and I shuddered. His thrusts were strong and desperate now, and I wondered if he could come soon. "More," he demanded roughly.
Shit. It was hot when he talked dirty to me, but I just felt like a dork. "Tell me more," he commanded.
I dug my fingers into his scalp as he angled his hips and hit a spot inside me that made the trumpets sound. I lost my inhibitions and yelled, "Fuck my pussy!"
Edward's body jackknifed into me as his hoarse voice shouted in triumph. He sounded like an ancient warrior or something, and it tipped me over the edge into my second orgasm. I shuddered and clenched around him as he pounded me brutally, making me feel like I'd never felt before.
"Come. On. My. Fucking. Cock!" he growled as my muscles milked him. He pulled back and thrust into me deeply, hitting my cervix. I flinched, but he came hard and all I could think about was how terrifyingly beautiful he looked in that moment with his eyes clenched shut and his face full of wild ecstasy.
When the storm subsided, he collapsed against me, pressing me into the refrigerator door that was now slick with my sweat. I hugged him to me tightly and buried my face in his neck once more. His sweat was salty and delicious as I kissed him again and again.
I felt tears threaten as he reached up to run his hands through my messy hair. I sniffled and began shaking, and he pulled back in alarm. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck! I was too rough with you, wasn't I?"
I tried to shake my head, but he hurriedly carried me into the downstairs bathroom and flicked on the harsh florescent lights. I squinted and tried to cover my body, but he knelt down and tried to examine me. "Did I bruise you anywhere?" he asked as he ran his fingers over my arms, legs, and back. I shivered at his touch and tried to pull myself together.
"No, I'm okay, really. I was just..overwhelmed with the intensity of the moment, and it made me kind of emotional," I tried to explain.
He relaxed a bit and sat back on his haunches. I looked away from him, embarrassed to be half-naked with him now that we weren't having sex. My bra was still shoved beneath my breasts and I tried to cross my arms over them. My skirt still covered my lower half, fortunately, but I probably looked like an idiot with my shoes still on.
"Are you cold?" he asked solicitously.
I nodded, happy for an excuse to cover up. He reached down and swung me up into his arms. I looked at him in question, but he didn't say anything as he carried me up the stairs and into the private master bathroom. He sat me down on the lid of the toilet and turned to start the water in the bath. I expected him to start the shower, but instead he tested the water and plugged the tub.
That reminded me. "What about the food?" I asked.
He smirked. "I'll go down later and clean up. Are you hungry?"
I shook my head.
"Would you like to take a bath with me?" he asked as he turned around and regarded me with a satisfied smile. I nodded mutely and wondered if an eighteen-year-old girl could die from an overdose of lust and emotion.
Once the huge tub was full of water, he came and gathered me up in his arms once more. He climbed into the tub and lowered us into the water together. I kept my eyes on his as he situated us, but once we were settled, I turned so I was straddling his lap. His mouth twisted in a lazy grin as he stared down at me. "Is the water okay?" he asked.
I nodded. "This is nice," I replied quietly.
We sat there in silence for awhile, communicating only with our eyes. His golden gaze was intense and I felt the emotions swirling around in my chest as I tried to read his mind. I wanted so badly to know what was going on inside him, but it remained a mystery.
How could someone like him want someone like me? I mean, I knew he thought I was smart and pretty, but he was so much...well, more than I was in every single way. His brain was frighteningly fast, his face and body were matched only by a Greek statue, and his sex appeal was off the charts in a way I could never hope to match.
I sighed sadly and he broke the silence. "What's wrong, Isabella?"
I dropped my forehead to his shoulder and tried to gather my thoughts. The last thing I wanted to do was tell him how I felt, because I didn't want him to come to his senses and realize I was right. Instead, I told him I was sad about graduating.
He massaged the sore muscles on my back and I moaned in pleasure. I could still hear the music drifting up from the kitchen in the stillness around us. "I know it's difficult to go through a change as big as graduating, but I think you will be very happy once you start at Brown," he replied quietly with a note of sympathy in his voice.
I didn't say anything, but I nodded into his shoulder and turned my head so I could cuddle closer to him. He kept stroking my back and I relaxed into his touch. We were quiet again for a time before he spoke again. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked quietly.
I looked up at him in confusion. "About what?" I asked.
He kissed my nose. "About your parents. About how they couldn't be there today."
So I guess he'd read my file, after all. I supposed I couldn't blame him. I wasn't sure I could talk to him about it without crying.
He stroked my hair and held me closer. "It's okay, Bella. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to...but I think it would help."
I sat back and swiped at my face, finding tears falling anyway. I glared at him and said, "You know that's what everyone tells me? Everyone, from my aunt to my teachers, even my nosy neighbor Grace! They all give me a bunch of consoling pats and try to tell me I'm so brave and that I should talk about, as if that'll help...as if flapping my mouth will bring my parents back!"
Edward looked stunned and his hands gripped my bare shoulder blades. "Bella, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be presumptuous; I only wanted to let you know that I'm here for you if you feel like talking."
I felt more hateful tears fall and it made me feel so sick and angry that I couldn't control my own body and its reactions. "I'm sick of this. I'm so sick of being brave and strong and good. I'm sick of working all day to save up for school. I'm sick of being responsible for everything around the house, from the repairs to paying the bills. I mean, my aunt tries to help, but she's gone so often and I think she's the only one who believes that I can really take care of myself. I'm so tired of everyone else always trying to step in and tell me how I should be doing things. Why can't I just be a regular kid, like everyone else? Why couldn't I just be at home right now, packing for college while my mom tries to give me advice about college boys trying to get in my pants?"
The floodgates were open now, and I couldn't control the anguish pouring out of me even if I tried. Edward's hands gripped me, strong and sure as I let the tumultuous rage sweep over me. "It's so fucking unfair, you know that? I'm never going to see them again. I'm never going to hear my mom laugh or watch my father spin her around to their favorite song. She won't help me pick a wedding dress and my father won't walk me down the aisle. I'll have kids and they won't have Grandma Renee and Grandpa Charlie to see every weekend. I'll be alone forever."
My sobbing was out of control now. I hadn't broken down like this in a year or more. Edward's face clenched and he pulled me to him. "Shhh...shhh...you're not alone, Bella. You'll never be alone; I promise."
His words broke through my torment, but still my tears didn't stop. The sobs were wrenched from me, tearing my heart open along the scar that had barely healed over. My parents were gone, I was moving across the country to go to a school where I'd be surrounded by strangers, and the only person I had in my life was Edward.
It scared the shit out of me.
He held me close until I cried myself dry. I clung to him desperately and he allowed me to.
When I was done, I slumped against him and shut my swollen eyes. The water was lukewarm now, but he didn't move to get out. Instead, he reached for a washcloth and dipped it in the water before running it soothingly over my back, up my neck, and down my arms. I sighed and let myself drift as he took care of me.
I realized after awhile that he was whispering to me, and I had to strain my ears to hear what he was saying. "I'm here, baby. I won't leave. You're not alone. Let me take care of you."
My heart healed a little as his words soothed my soul. We sat in the bath until the water became cool, and he gently lifted me up and out with his strong arms. I followed him to the bed willingly, and he tucked me in with such care. Once he was settled next to me, he turned the lights off and wrapped his arms around me once more.
I drifted off to sleep in his embrace, feeling more at peace tonight than I had since my parents died.
A/N: I'd like to thank Craving2Read for giving me some food for thought. I feel like it really impacted the depth of this chapter and I really owe her, so thank you, Judy.
So...what do you think? I'm glad I decided to continue this story, as it will kind of replace Take One for the Team in the schmutt department...(well, with a lot more angst than TOFTT had, but still).