Disclaimer: I don't own any of the recognizable characters in this fic, I just can't resist doing wicked things with their bodies!
A/N: A special thanks to the incomparable Ninapolitan, the Smutterific Humorist Extraordinaire, for inspiring the position I used below, and for being the beyond awesome Beta she is! I think I'm naming the position the Double Bulb Roman Chandelier, let me know if you figure out why!
Mad props to Twilite Addict for her tremendous help crafting the flow of this chapter. It is so much better for having her input! Thanks, Woman!
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Chapter 4: Awakening Desire – Part II
EPOV
The riotous sounds of birds greeting the dawning day in the trees outside my window roused me the next morning. I get little enough sleep as it is, (being a total insomniac) without the sounds of nature assaulting my slumber. I'm just not able to turn off the jumble of thoughts dominating my mind well enough to sleep easily. Dawn may be the most glorious time of day, but it was a glory I'd gladly miss in favor of studying the insides of my eyelids!
I found myself face down on my bed, hips rhythmically grinding my highly aroused self into the mattress below me. Slightly disoriented, it took me a few moments to realize the lustful experience I had been having was merely a dream. A most intense and vivid dream, but simply a manifestation of my inner mind's deepest desires, none the less. The longer I dwelled on the experience, the hazier it became in my mind, but of two things I was still certain: I had been having the most intense sexual experience of my life with a chestnut-haired beauty and she her begging me to take her when I awoke left me feeling like I had truly missed an incomparable experience by waking.
Groaning I rolled over (the reminder of my dream doing its best to stare me in the face). Now I was having wildly pornographic dreams about an Innocent! Did my depravity know no bounds? All my years trying to rise above my baser instincts completely negated by a few moments and partial glimpses of some stranger whose face I had not even seen!
I knew coming here was a mistake. I should just leave. Go back home and wait for the others to return. It would be safer for this mystery girl. She deserves better than the likes of me. As things stood at this moment, I was the most dangerous thing to her existence she was ever likely to encounter. If I were to lose control, the result would be without question, it would mean both our deaths.
Having the status of an Innocent is an interesting contradiction. It makes one more nubile and therefore desirable, while keeping the Innocent available for pleasurable interaction, but within limits so inviolable, anyone loathsome enough to violate the status becomes a pariah, their name stricken from the rolls of citizenship and their body deprived of its life sustaining breath. Our society has so few inhibitions that the few limits we do impose are enforced absolutely with swift and harsh consequences. Therefore, having the status of an Innocent (either due to literal virginity or from a choice of status) is protected by the harshest and most rigid of our laws. The only other laws that come close are those against the taking of innocent life and the protection guaranteeing all citizens the right to refuse sexual interaction, but even these are not viewed with the same level of emotion as the institute of Innocence.
Too disgusted with myself to deserve the satisfaction of release, and too agitated to go back to sleep, I stood and dressed for the day. Perhaps a little discomfort would deter my sick brain from continuing to torment me with such luridly inappropriate thoughts. Being titillated by an Innocent is normal, but the way I was thinking of behaving went way beyond merely aroused and into the realm of depravity.
It was too early for my family to be up yet, and I wasn't about to brave the Dining Hall without them. Free time was not going to be helpful to my mental health this morning, and I most certainly wasn't likely to be good company to anyone. I began to pace my room like a caged animal, running my fingers through my already wild hair.
What I'd like to do is go soak the tension out of my muscles in the hot water of the bathing pool, but I feared the possibility of encountering the object of my distressing lust wet, naked and steaming from the hot water once again. In such a circumstance the risk of anyone noticing my weakness was just too high. I settled on a run as a safer, though less satisfying, option.
I quickly stripped down to my loin cloth. Knowing that the locals preferred to conduct any sort of physical exertion in the nude, I knew I'd stand out like a sore thumb, but with any luck anyone seeing me would just assume I was an Innocent myself. Not blind to the twisted irony of such thoughts, I snorted, again running my hand through my hair and left the Villa to begin my run. Realizing I would still have to brave the bathing room for a shower to clean off the sweat I was bound to work up, I ran all that much harder hoping to at least momentarily escape the reality of my circumstances and find a way to be mentally prepared to face my family later.
BPOV
I had managed to cry myself back into a fitful sleep for a few hours following my early morning waking. But, with the angle of sun telling me it was much later than I normally took breakfast, I reluctantly rose and got ready for the day. The thought of food was hardly appealing, but I knew it was necessary to at least make an appearance in the Hall if I wanted to avoid attracting Charlie's notice with such an obvious change in routine. Blood flooded my face just thinking of trying to tell Charlie why I had gone from a normal reasonably happy girl, to being a tear stained, depressed shadow of my former self.
Further trying to rally enthusiasm for leaving my room, I tried to consider more positive lines of thought. Perhaps I would get lucky and catch a much anticipated glimpse of our visitors to distract me from the dark tenor of my thoughts. At best I hoped to merely keep anyone from sensing the change in me.
Entering the Hall my eyes glided over the forms of the nude servants moving gracefully about the room with trays of food for the groups of people lounging on clusters of cushions all around the large stone room. Light from the still climbing sun streamed in between the pillars that framed the wide balcony on the east side of the room.
Noting the absence of the Volturi Lords, I was mildly surprised to see Gianna pinned between Felix and Demetri in a bright alcove by the balcony entrance. Those in the Lords' collection usually chose to curtail their activities when their Masters where absent in order to ensure an appropriately stimulating performance at the first sign of their appearance. Apparently I wasn't the only one eager to sample the delights of Aro's most recent addition to the Villa's collection of sexual confections.
Noticing the gang was still here, I quickly made my way over to them. The group was predominantly made up of the other young people my age here at the Villa. Their presence reassured me that I would be escaping Aro yet again, if only for the time being. If the gang was still here, and clothed, I could feel confident that the Lords had already made their appearance for the morning and left. This particular group was comprised of those chosen to serve as the Lords' personal servers here and in the Audience Hall, and so tended to spend most of their time together, even when not engaged in their official duties. While not perfectly sculptured enough to perform as entertainment or living art for the Lords, their general youth leant them beauty enough for their assigned tasks.
Taking in the group's seating arrangement on cushions near the center of the room, I wasn't surprised to see Lauren had her head in Tyler's lap, smiling at him as he fed her olives from a bowl she was balancing on her stomach. Jessica was lounging on a pillow, hanging on Mike's every word from her spot between Eric and Mike. Angela and Ben sat on opposite sides of the trio looking just as disgusted with Jessica's pathetic behavior as I felt. She had been pleasuring him with her mouth at every possible moment for weeks hoping to draw him into a deeper arrangement, with little noticeable success, though he didn't do anything to dissuade her attentions either. I wondered how she could even walk after all the time she had been spending on her knees.
Of course, as soon as he spotted me crossing the room to them, Mike lit up like a torch at midnight. "Bella!" he called out, waving me over to them. Instead of rolling my eyes, I settled for a sigh and smiled as I returned the greeting.
"Hi, Mike. How are you today, Jessica?" Seeing the brief look of irritation that crossed Jessica's face I hoped to redirect Mike's attention back where it was appreciated, and away from me. Of course, as always, it was with limited success.
"Fine. We missed you at Dinner last night." Her arched eyebrow said it all, implying I had been shirking my duties, and missing the important happenings.
"Yeah, I had a headache, so I took a soak in the bathing pool and went to bed early. Did I miss anything exciting?"
She seemed somewhat mollified by my explanation and burst into a nauseatingly detailed relation of the previous night's festivities. Knowing she would go on for some time whether I said much or not, I let my thoughts drift and hoped I was doing a good job of nodding in the right places. When she began recounting the information on our visitors I found myself more attentive.
"So I guess they're all like together, but…not like TOGETHER," she announced, slightly superior and delightedly snide expression alight on her face. Jessica, always delighted to be the one in the know, began relaying to us the saga that was the Cullens.
"They all live and work together in some sort of philosophical temple, but if any of you were hoping to get in on something with them, well don't hold your breath. They stick exclusively to their pairings (rolling her eyes to convey her scorn), don't do multiples, and HE doesn't seem to do ANYONE! I saw him this morning and he literally RAN away from me!" she exclaimed as her indignant glare settled on a group of gorgeous (even by the Villa's standards) couples lounging on the far side of the room.
"Anyway, the slightly older couple with blond hair is Carlisle and Esme, you know, the 'philosophers'." I didn't think her voice could have dripped any more scorn if she had tried.
"The huge one is Emmett and the blond woman with him is Rosalie. The little one with the other blond next to them are Alice and Jasper. I guess Rosalie and Jasper are siblings, but the rest are just Carlisle's pupils. Edward is the really gorgeous one that's missing. But don't get your hopes up; he's some kind of isolationist freak." She added the last bit with open venom in her voice as she stared intently at her fingernails. Sounded like a case of sour grapes to me!
It was really hard to hide my smile at how transparent she could be. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the warning."
Jessica seemed to be lost in her own happy thoughts following her pronouncements, freeing me to be lost in thoughts of my own once again. I picked at a pile of grapes as the others continued to chat away, nibbling absent mindedly. I jolted back to my surroundings when I felt Mike caressing my leg. Lauren and Tyler had started kissing deeply, obviously inspiring Mike to try to get involved in similar activities. I could tell by the look on his face he wasn't going to be easily dissuaded.
Rather than protest I reached out and took Jessica's hand, pulling her out of her thoughts and in toward me to kiss her shoulder. With any luck I could help Jess finally get what she's been trying for. Ben and Angela were staring at each other intently. Hmm, perhaps I'd been missing something after all. I'd have to see what I could do about that later.
Rising to kneel between them I took Mike's hand from my leg and guided it to Jessica's thigh, drawing him closer to her. Turning my head, I kissed his shoulder in turn. Emboldened by my reaction, Jessica leaned forward to kiss Mike's shoulder blade. His sudden intake of breath caused her lips to curve up at the corners. Lifting her head she rained a trail of open mouthed kisses up Mike's neck to finally suck and nibble on his ear.
Mike's breathing had become ragged. I moved to crouch behind him, kneeling over the top of his calves, I circled his chest with my arms. Feeling the sharp spikes of his nipples, I firmly caressed small circles over them through the fabric of his tunic. With an almost inaudible moan he turned his head to capture Jessica's lips in his own. Her hands shot out to grip his shoulders as she quickly moved into his embrace. Briefly lifting my eyes from the pair in front of me, I glanced over at Angela. She was still locked in Ben's intense gaze. Something about the quality of their mutual staring made me confident they should be left alone. Feeling that my work here was done, I quietly stood and walked out toward the balcony.
I couldn't help noticing Gianna and her new friends again as I crossed the room. I was suddenly overcome with the desire to taste her again and hopefully regain some of the surety of purpose I had felt so fully the night before. Catching her eye, I cocked my head in a request to join her, Felix, and Demetri, which she readily accepted.
She was currently impaled atop Felix's muscular form as he lay on his back, her legs outstretched next to his, riding his arousal at a languid pace. As I joined the group, Gianna reached her arms over the top of her head, and arched backwards. Demetri, kneeling at Felix's head, cradled her head and guided her seeking lips onto his waiting erection.
I moved to kneel between Gianna and Felix's feet. Running my hands down their legs I took Gianna's big toe into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the pad. Her moan, elicited an answering one from Demetri as he began thrusting his hips in a moderate, but steady rhythm, once more. Her hips, which had jolted down as my mouth sucked in her toe, began to move at a more rapid pace, setting up a faster counter pace for Demetri, her whole body flexing and arching in turns.
Releasing her toe I moved on to Felix's big toe. His groan was music to my ears. My right hand had trailed lightly up his thigh, before slipping over onto Gianna's hip, to caress back down to her ankle. Next, I ran both hands up and down their legs, occasionally using my fingernails, before I began kissing my way up the insides of Gianna's legs, turning my head left and right between kisses to ensure both legs got equal attention. I was now kneeling with my backside in the air, the open archway leading out to the balcony behind me. I could feel the warm breeze coming in from the balcony gently blowing on the wet cloth doing little to cover the dripping arousal between my legs, and causing me to shiver in pleasure.
Having reached the apex of her legs, I eagerly slid forward to touch my tongue to her swollen clit. Her cries were like an aphrodisiac to us. Felix bucked his hips eagerly when my pointed tongue slid down to briefly land on his surging erection where it penetrated Gianna's writhing body. Returning my attention to Gianna's swollen arousal, I drew her little bud into my mouth sucking gently but insistently, enjoying her lightly floral scent mixed with the heady musk of the boys as I breathed through my nose. Her curls tickled my nose a bit and my chin rubbed the vein on Felix's penis each time it slid past, making me smile slightly as I slurped and licked enthusiastically.
My own arousal was rising and I could feel my panties beginning to overflow with my juices. Lifting my eyes from where I had been studying the lovely nest of curls behind which my tongue was so active, a movement caught my eye by the door on the far side of the Hall.
It was like I was instantly welded to the spot where I crouched. My breathing stuttered to a stop as my eyes were captured by the piercing gaze of the greenest eyes I had ever seen. I was vaguely aware of a mass of dark, somewhat-reddish hair and a lean muscular form, but couldn't seem to make my eyes move away from his to be certain. I knew to the depths of my being there was no way I could break the intensity of our gaze even if I lived for a thousand years.
Just as I started to feel slightly light headed, my breathing recommenced in a double time of deep panting breaths. Shifting my hips, I squirmed and rubbed my thighs together, more aroused than I had ever been while awake. I desperately wanted to feel the hands I sensed were hanging at his sides on my increasingly heated skin.
Seeing the wonton wagging of my hips, his body suddenly jerked before he tore his lust-filled eyes sharply from mine to dig his fingers into the riot of hair above his forehead. Keeping his gaze averted, I could see his lips move briefly, before he spun on his heel and all but ran somewhat unsteadily from the room.
The depth of instantaneous hurt, worthlessness, and complete rejection I felt from this startling reaction was too much to bear. I was used to people being aroused from watching me, so it was like a slap in the face to send someone running because they had been watching me.
Already emotionally fragile from my experience this morning, I was once again caught in the deluge of inexplicable emotions tearing though me. I let go of Gianna and sat up as I bit back a sob. Muttering something about needing to meet up with Charlie, I fled the room as quickly as I possibly could without making a spectacle of myself. I prayed to all the gods above that no one noticed the tears threatening behind my eyes.
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E/N: So, how's it working for you all? I'd love to hear where you think this is going, (I'm never adverse to hearing potential moments of interest from you all, as well!) I just couldn't let them get together for real this soon, but like some of you expressed, I HATE waiting for the angst to play out before we get to the good stuff (that's kinda what prompted me to write this in the first place!). ;D
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