Prude and Prejudice
Rated: MA
Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine. I'm just kicking Ed and Bel's asses into the 60s.
Birobird here, how ya guys doing? It's been too long since I've fraternised with Hippyward, so sorry about that. *sheepish smile*
But heres the new update and I hope you like it. Can you say...body paints? (You'll know what I mean later)
Bella felt...for lack of a better word...colourful.
Every thing she touched sparked to life and radiated eddies of heat and warmth. She felt it from the crown of her head to the back of her heels; the meaning of life!
Things held taste, essence and expression.
She felt the world. She smelled the air and for some reason...
She was starving!
Bella had an explicable desire to devour every food in sight. She craved something salty and savoury; potato chips...pizza...anything!
It sort of felt like she was disconnected from her body in a shimmering mass of light. Like she was no longer a part of her physical form, or she'd just leisurely ventured away for a while. She watched from above her own head, staring cheerily at her relaxed, limp form.
Bella had indulged in smoking the 'joint' that Edward gave her. He promised she'd feel good, feel nothing but bliss and calm. He was absolutely right and she could find no other way to thank him than to kiss him again.
Bella distantly remembered making a promise to her Daddy; it went a little something like vowing never to involve herself in with undesirable people, drug addicts or alcoholics, or anyone who listened to that new band, Led Zeppelin.
Filthy, devil music, Charlie had warned his daughter.
With that in mind, and a thoroughly spot-free upbringing, blanketed by a healthy dose of religion, he was sure that Bella would grow and prosper into a respectable young woman.
If he could see me now, she laughed internally.
Looking around herself, she noted that she had migrated from the kitchen to the shabby living room. In any other circumstance, she would have been repulsed by the state of it. The carpet was stained and smelly, the drapes quite in the same category of hygiene, plus the coffee tables and bookshelves were layered with thick dust, sporting empty crockery; mugs, bowls and plates adorned with half-eaten sandwiches. Packets of food, empty for the most part, littered the floor and the tables while the wood was marked with rings from not using coasters for glasses.
Usually, these things would make Bella cringe in distaste; quite like her mother, who'd much rather burn the house to the ground and start again with a pile of ashes than touch anything here. But at the moment, all the Swan girl wanted to do was sit, listen to music and hum along whilst Edward cradled her in his arms. She lay her head at the base of his neck, her hand splayed across his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart under her fingers.
Magical,
She giggled into his shirt.
He laughed with her, looking down at his brown-haired beauty with a dawning sense of accomplishment.
"How are you feeling?" he asked her with a wide, lazy grin.
"Like I could eat a rainbow!" Bella crowed.
The room erupted in a chorus of agreement. Bella didn't even care that there were people engaged in intimate acts right in front of her. That Mike boy that approached her earlier, he was locking lips with more than one woman across the room. One had her hand down the front of his jeans, rubbing him. Bella no longer felt dirty, or that everybody here was perverted; she felt like their loving exchanges were beautiful.
She felt beautiful.
A second girl leaned in for another kiss as the first girl, the blonde one bent lower, close to Mike's crotch, unzipping his jeans and freeing him from his boxers.
That's when it became a little bit heated for Bella, so she congenially turned her head away and instead rested her gaze upon the magnificent form she was curled up against on the floor. The carpet felt so soft under her skin.
She did wish someone would open a window, though, so it wasn't so stuffy inside there. But nobody seemed inclined to do so, they all looked as relaxed as she felt. Taking matters into her own hands, Bella sat up straight, Edward's hot palm resting on the small of her back as she grazed her fingers up her thighs.
Edward's eyes followed her hands and their movements like a cat watches a mouse.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his words more gathered and intelligible now that his attention was sharply pointed to Bella...and her legs.
"It's too hot in here," she muttered, yawning slightly before she reached to her hips under her dress and found the waist band of her skin-toned stockings. She lifted her bottom off of the floor and was awarded with a smile and wink from the man lazing across the floor from her, his eyes wandering to where her own hands travelled.
And much to her inner surprise, she didn't care.
Kicking her shoes off first, she felt the freeing of skin as she peeled the suffocating fabric from her legs.
"W-what, Bella..." Edward mumbled, his words slurred once again.
The air prickled against her bare skin, her dress was riding high up around her thighs and she loved the liberation without the worry of acting inappropriate. At least not in this carefree crowd she was in the middle of.
Nobody here was going to lecture her on decency. If the olive-skinned man sitting a few feet from her, smiling, was any indication, she needn't worry about loosening up and showing off some skin.
Just to cool off, though. She told herself.
"Hey," he greeted her, eyes a coal black but with a kind quality inside them.
"Hello." She said smiling, politely, back at the stranger.
She felt Edward sit up beside her in interest.
"What's your name sweetheart?" he asked, grinning and moving closer to sit on her other, vacant side.
"Bella," she breathed easily.
"I'm Demetri." He chuckled. "Have you been here before? Or is this your first time?" he squinted at her, but kept the mischievous grin on his mouth.
"I brought her here with me." Edward explained, standing up woodenly, dazed.
Bella followed his towering form, elated and scanning his stature in awe.
"Edward wouldn't mind if I brought you into the bedroom would he?" he murmured, playing with a stray lock of her silky chestnut hair.
Edward glared from his position, ready to snatch his hand away from her head if push came to shove.
"Just to talk, you know..." he licked his attractive, pouty lips and his eyes twinkled in anticipation.
"No," Edward denied, like Bella was a book that could be borrowed or something.
She shrugged, not really caring now, but thinking that she might later. Demetri looked at her probingly, as if her reply would counter Edward's, but instead of giving him his preferred 'yes', she offered a shake of the head and a genuine smile of apology.
"Sorry—maybe we should talk later?" Bella offered before she was lifted from the floor by warm, firm hands.
"Yeah, later," Edward grumbled dismissively as he gripped Bella's waist from behind and began guiding her away.
Would he push her into a bedroom too? Were they going to kiss again or did she have to wait even longer this time? Because she still felt the burn of his lips against hers from their heated moment in the kitchen.
She still remembered how his hardness felt against her stomach; how embarrassed but devious she felt at this new development.
Bella had never, and though she never would be a sexual creature. But as Edward's hands laid possession over her body, she felt that familiar burn she'd been trying to cure since their first kiss. She felt she could trust her new companion with her body. She, for some unfathomable reason, wholly trusted Edward.
She knew he could make her feel good.
"I warned them to lay off," he muttered to himself, irritated at something Bella was oblivious to.
"Where are we going?" she wondered absently, trailing her fingertips along the walls on either side of her as Edward's hands steered her aimlessly down the hallway.
The same carpet followed the floor throughout the house. It wasn't as worn out in this part though, it seemed that Ben and his guests spent most of their time in the living room, having parties and stuff.
"Oh!" Bella exclaimed suddenly, delighted.
The second last room at the end of the hall was mostly empty, containing nothing but a few scattered painting easels, paint pots and art equipment. Bella could discern a sofa underneath a stained white sheet, blotted with dried paint and what looked like ink.
Exultant, she staggered forward, feeling a little loose with her footing and reached the doorframe, urging Edward in behind her.
"I love doing art," she sighed longingly, her hands ghosting over a few dozen dirty jars of paint brushes, bristles pointing upward.
They tickled the palm of her hand.
"It's one of the subjects I was great at back at St. Augustines..." she went on, aware Edward was enraptured with every word that fell from her lips.
She wondered why he was so intent on her talking.
He wondered that too.
"You went to a Catholic school?" he asked with a smirk and then a chuckle.
"I should have guessed." He ran a hand through his bronze locks and rubbed the heels of his palms into his red-tinged eyes.
The carpet in this room was covered with brown butcher's paper, either for protecting the floor surface or it was there on the intent of making a piece of work.
Bella's feet crinkled and made imprints over the paper.
"So, why don't you paint something?" Edward asked, coming up behind her and plucking a brush from the expanse to choose from.
He dipped it in an opened pot of pink acrylic before dabbing the tip on her nose. She swatted his cheeky hand away but giggled in spite of herself. She eyed the closed door and nodded gratefully. She never had much patience for people who obtrusively watched her work on her art.
It was a private, personal thing, really. She didn't get a chance to go it much at home, apart from doodling in her sketch book.
Sometimes, she craved her own space. A space for freedom and creation...
Maybe she'd even attempt to draw a naked woman straddling a unicorn! Bella giggled to herself at her ludicrous thoughts before she wiped the tickling cold paint from her nose and smeared her hand over Edward's cheek.
"Ugh," he scoffed with wide eyes before grabbing another full pot of aqua blue and dipping his fingers in to drag them over her forehead.
Bella scrunched her nose up and laughed as Edward grinned.
She pursed her lips as she perused the colours available and happened upon a magnificent green. Copying Edward, she dipped her index and middle finger into the pot after unscrewing the cap off. She smeared two streaks on each of his cheeks, under each eye.
"That matches your eyes." She stated with a giddy smile.
Who knew a white stick could instil so much happiness!
Bella hardly knew what had gotten into her at this point; standing in a stranger's home with no accompaniment by her father, with another stranger and petty criminal, Edward Cullen, after smoking and now she was acting childishly with an array of paints, smearing them on her friend and letting him do the same to her. It was silly and irresponsible, and she knew she was going to regret it later, but she couldn't let herself straighten out yet.
She was having more fun than she'd had in her entire straight-edged life.
Did that make her a sinner? If doing what she thought was great was a sin, why did God make sinning feel so good?
She supposed, the Devil might be at work here, trying to tempt her away from her path of goodness she was destined to embark on. Like how the devil tempted Moses.
Her theory may or may not have been confirmed when Edward leaned his body down to Bella's, pressing his lips to her own. Her credence quashed the moment his skin made contact with hers. It didn't matter though.
She felt no sense of loss, but a gain.
Her body tingled in anticipation—for what, she wasn't sure of. But she knew she wanted his body pressed more firmly to her curves. She needed the friction of their bodies closeness.
She wanted him to claim her as his own. He wanted to claim her as his own.
And she wanted him as her own. But she would never admit that to him. And he would never take what he knew she wasn't ready to give. Not just yet. But he was damn sure going to be there when she was, to bring her pleasure in the most beautiful, personal and intimate way possible, so that no-one, not any other man could, just in case they screwed it up.
Edward was anything but tactless...mostly. He knew he wouldn't just hand her over to someone else, she was his student, practically and she was learning from him—it's only logic to teach her the entire way through until she was ready to cut loose and experience the outside world.
Bella would learn the ropes from him. She knew this. He was going to teach her, and she wasn't afraid. Nervous? Yes. But afraid, she was not. Dropping the paint simultaneously, Edward's hands slid around his student's petite waist and pulled her closer, closing the unacceptable gap between their torsos. Controlling himself proved to be quite the task with such a beautiful, willing learner. Bella, eager and aroused, clasped her hands behind his neck, fingertips twining with the hair at the nape of his neck.
And just like before, his hands, warm and huge against her body, gently palmed her breasts.
Edward felt them in his hands, shaped perfectly and fitting into his hands with ease, as if they were made to fit. He could feel her puckered nipples beneath the flimsy fabric she called a dress. Bella felt the warmth in her abdomen increase with every tiny amount of pressure Edward added to his touches. His thumb grazed over her sensitive buds, causing her to gasp whilst he backed her into one of the walls.
Stumbling over paint tins, they found refuge against the opposite wall, veiled in more butcher's brown paper and endless stacks of canvasses sat beside where they stood.
She felt every caress and breath from him as if it were a gift delivered from God himself. Every point of contact on their bodies sizzled and sparked like open wires connecting and entwining.
Bella refused to slow down, even if she should.
Edward had trouble finding the will to slow down, even if he should.
With a small amount of hesitation and bashfulness, Bella let her tongue glide into Edward's, tasting his mouth. He cocked his head to the side, gaining fuller access to her mouth as he gently plunged his tongue into hers. She breathed heavily and excitedly, savouring the feeling before it went away, along with today.
"Yes," Edward breathed shakily, clearing his throat as their lips grazed each other.
"You're doing well...you took initiative, I'm proud." He chuckled, loving her impatience as she clutched his shirt, pulling his mouth back to hers.
"Is this okay?" he asked, uncertain in his moves for the first time with a woman.
The innocent sure did fuck up the guilty.
"Mmmm..." she hummed as Edward's hand slipped over the curve of her bottom and squeezed.
"You have the cutest little ass," Edward commented.
Bella giggled in response; never the one to accept compliments without blushing furiously and stammering out a 'thank you'.
And she decided to try to test her newly acquired skills, nervous as she was, she attempted an amateur move and nibble lightly against Edward's bottom lip. He just tasted so good...
Shocked, he groaned with pleasure, grinding his hips desperately into Bella's, his erection going from hard to cast-iron in a split second.
"Always let the guy take the lead," Edward told her. "But never engage in the act if you don't want to." He added quickly.
She nodded in affirmation.
"Am I doing this right?" she asked shyly, fingering his hair lightly.
He nodded vehemently, reclaiming her mouth with his own, the heat emanating from between her legs making him throb painfully under the constraints of his jeans.
Bella felt wetness pool vigorously between her thighs, her panties quickly soaking. It was bizarre, but the feeling felt so good; she only wanted something to complete it.
Edward nudged her knees apart with his, pushing his thigh into her crotch with a feral growl; such an animalistic sound, so aggressive yet so magnetic to Bella. And if the fierce pulsing between her legs meant anything, it only indicated that what he was doing was oh so right! How could it possibly be wrong?
"You need to learn the art of flirting...you need to have fun and express," his voice hoarsely croaked from between clenched teeth as Bella unconsciously began rubbing her heat against his leg.
He banged his forehead against the wall beside her face.
"Argh...have fun...to...play and—god, you need to stop that," Edward protested, removing his thigh before she began to fully dry-hump him like a horny dog.
She'd get off the proper way.
Panting and pink-cheeked, Bella blew hair out of her face and watched him expectantly. He took his head from the wall and glanced around, noting the smeared paint over her face with a laugh.
"Let's paint?" he said it like a question; he sounded almost nervous.
Impossible.
Bella frowned in confusion.
"Huh? You want to paint?" she asked, puzzled at his sudden request.
He nodded and shrugged then like a light bulb appeared above his head, a perfect idea formed inside his head. It must have been banging his head on the wall. He picked up the green, the rim crusted with dry paint. He took his shirt off, one-handed. Bella's eyes went as wide as saucers.
"W-what are you doing?" she stuttered, looking away before peeking quite conspicuously back at his leanly muscles chest.
Her mouth watered.
"Body painting," he explained easily, as if he did that type of thing every day.
Bella wondered if he did, it seemed second nature as he slopped a cupped hand of paint over his naked chest.
Taking a deep breath, Bella slid the strap of her dress down her arm, peeking up at him from under her lashes as she did so.
"You-you don't have to..." but his argument was lost as she pulled the hem of her dress up her waist, bearing all for the world—him—to see.
"Shit, I'm going to hell," he muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Bella smiled and pulled her dress all the way over her head. Edward almost had a coronary as her breasts were revealed, unhindered by a bra, ready and puckered, shaped for his mouth to claim.
"Egg shells, my friend; stepping on egg shells." He shook his head, swiping his hand over his face as she dropped the floral cloth to the couch to keep it from getting stained.
Both of them, topless, stood staring at each other; surveying and burning the images into their retinas. Bella felt too exposed, a feeling of worry clouding her prior confidence as she folded her arms over her chest, covering herself from Edward.
She was standing half-naked and indecent with a boy whom she was not married or promised to. Bella knew this was bad.
But his eyes told her something different.
Worshipping hands closed around her forearms, gently removing them from her chest to display her perky assets. Slowly, pain stakingly, Edward grabbed the paint and drew a green line down her chest, in between her peaks.
She was heaving each breath, shivering under his touch and drowning in an intense pleasure from his devoted hands.
"You have beautiful skin...don't try to hide something so superb from the world..." Edward whispered adoringly, eyes trained to each rose-pink nipple.
Bella grabbed her own pot of paint, a violet hue, dipping her fingers in and dotting it over Edward's bareness. She lingered over his flat nipples, hardly touching him but receiving such a fierce reaction. Edward almost buckled on his knees, his jeans growing too tight to bear. He needed to be inside her, he never wanted anything more than that, but he couldn't...not yet...
Her body, curvaceous, dripped with colour. And added with the sensation of being stoned; this day was quickly becoming one of Edward's and Bella's favourites.
His eyes zoomed on every length, every flowing line; the nook of her elbow, the crease over breasts meeting her ribs, the dip of her naval and the smooth, unbroken thread of her hips, leading smoothly to her thighs and calves. The column of her throat, just asking to be kissed, licked and nibbled.
But her breasts, her tiny puckered nipples, rosy and alert to his presence, were what almost killed him.
They were only matched by her eyes, wide, alight and excited with every movement they synchronised together.
Edward dropped his paint back on one of the tables and grasped her waist, his thumbs brushing very purposely on the underside of her tits, her skin slippery and delectable. Too bad she was covered in paint, he would have liked very much to lap her milky skin like a starving alley cat.
He pressed her body up to the paper covered wall, printing her from, her mounds and lines. There was a permanent record besides her actual body.
Bella shivered with the shocking cold of the paint on her skin and felt the action of pressing her to the wall weirdly erotic and...creative.
She was marking herself somewhere. She rolled and smooshed her body to the hard surface as Edward guided her. When the paint dried too much to make a mark, she pushed Edward to the wall, pressing his palms flat to the paper next to her body shapes in green. His purple forearms and shoulders appearing right next to her hand prints.
She took a step back from their work, tracing the line of her breasts on the paper with her fingers.
"It looks..."
"Naughty," Edward provided with a crooked grin.
"Ethereal." Bella said dryly but cracked a smile, too.
"We should clean you up." Edward commented, forgetting the painting.
He'd come back to Ben's and rip it off the wall, roll it up and glue it in his room like a second wall-paper. His mother would love that.
He took her hand and lithely snuck into the hallway, checking that the coast was clear before nudging her into the bathroom. She had paint caked all over her body and so did he, but his appearance wouldn't matter too much. His parents rarely asked questions anymore. Bella's certainly would. And if she was grounded, he wouldn't get to see her as often as he'd like.
He picked her up easily and sat her on the lime green counter, a match to the one in the kitchen, except this was made out of porcelain. Bella garnered enough courage to let him dab at her chest with a wet cloth, wiping away traces of the afternoon they shared. Playful and sensual.
The fire in his eyes grew with each touch, his cock ready to be buried deep inside her; he knew she'd be hot and wet for him...and tight.
Her skin was flushed under the paint, her skin becoming clean and back to it's normal shade of milky white.
Edward dropped the towel in the basin with a triumphant smirk before leaning down...slowly...bracing his hands on her cotton panty-clad hips, darting his tongue out to glance off her nipple. She gasped and used shaky hands to bring his face closer; the feeling was too good to turn down.
And he liked her; he wanted her, so she didn't have to be afraid.
He parted his lips and kissed her breast, his tongue gliding over it, licking and flicking against the pink nub. She moaned and lost all comprehensible thought while his mouth was on her.
He sucked and nipped his teeth along her sensitive skin, loving the taste of her already and dying to lose himself in her.
Kissing his way back up her chest, nipping her neck and running his tongue along her bottom lip, Edward halted what he'd started on the pretence that he would finish it another day.
Perhaps when they weren't covered with paint or high as kites.