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You Mean the World to Me
Rose's car pulled slowly down the Cullens' driveway. Suddenly, the house Bella had hung out in so many times seemed grossly intimidating. She took several shaky breaths before Rosalie started her pep talk.
"Bella you have got to stop being so nervous. You're starting to freak me out now. You know Esme and Carlisle this is nothing new. Your just dating their son now… who's your teacher." It sounded bad, even to Rosalie's ears. "I'm sorry Bella; I wish I could make this easier for you."
"It's fine Rosie," Bella tried to assure her friend. "I'm just going to have to suck it up. I want this, I want Edward. Everything else can just… kiss my ass."
That was the most confidence Rosalie had seen in the brunette since she had decided that Edward was hers completely. After one more steadying breath, the girls got out of the car and made their way towards the gargantuan house. Rosalie didn't bother knocking. She knew Esme would just tell her that it wasn't necessary and that she was practically family anyways. Bella followed Rose silently looking for Edward. Esme, Edward's mother, had made her way to them before Isabella located him. Esme's bright smile dimmed ever so slightly.
"Bella, honey, I didn't know you were going to be joining us. I don't think there's enough room for one more," she said to the petite girl. "I'm so sorry, dear."
"Oh," Bella responded lamely, not knowing what else to say.
"Well we're meeting Edward's new girlfriend tonight. So if she's as awful as the last one, we'll kick her out and you can have her spot," Esme chuckled but was completely serious about Edward's horrid ex.
"Mom…" Edward said timidly coming down the hallway with his father and brother. Emmett went straight to Rosalie for a kiss with a distracted 'Hey Bells.' Edward noticed Bella staring at him shyly and innocent, and he couldn't help but be amazed at the vision she was.
"Well I guess since we're all here, right now is as good a time as any…" Bella started blushing as she spoke.
"Mom, dad I want to formally introduce you to my gorgeous girlfriend, Isabella Swan." Bella thanked God that Edward finished for her. She didn't think she would've been able to without fainting. No one said anything for the longest moment of Edward's 23 years.
"What?" Carlisle was the first one to regain himself after the initial shock.
"Edward I don't know what to say," Esme whispered. "I want to be happy for you―both of you―but Bella's your student Edward."
"Yes, mother, we are both painfully away of that fact," Edward said ruefully.
"Isn't that shit illegal, dude?" Emmett asked, with his arm still casually draped around Rose. Edward couldn't help the pang of jealousy that shot through him at the fact that Emmett could touch his girlfriend as much as he wanted.
"Emmett mouth," Esme scolded. She turned to Edward and desperately asked, "Is it?"
"No, not illegal. Bella is an adult now. It's unethical, yes. I don't think we have to worry about me raising Bella's grades though. She's an excellent student," was his answer.
"Besides," Emmett stated helpfully, "graduation is like two and a half weeks away. I'm sure they can keep it in their pants till then."
"No, babe, I don't think they'll manage," Rose said grinning.
"EMMETT McCARTY CULLEN!" Esme yelled.
"ROSALIE LILLIAN HALE!" Bella screeched at the same time. She ran into the bathroom afraid to show the tears she had been holding in since they made their announcement. She was too embarrassed to keep them in any longer.
"Not cool," Edward glared at his brother and Rosalie. He turned to follow Bella to the bathroom. As he walked away, he could hear Esme scolding them for their crassness.
"Sweetpea? Are you in there love?" he knocked softly on the door.
"Yes," he heard his young beauty sob.
"Will you let me in, dear?" Edward asked. Bella unlocked the door silently. "Are you ok?"
"No," the girl sniffled.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Edward tried.
"Not really," Bella answered. "It's just I'm not worth it. I'm not good enough for you. I don't deserve to be this lucky."
"Don't you ever say that again," Edward ordered. "I won't let anyone talk badly about you, not even yourself. You are worth everything to me. Do you even begin to comprehend how much you mean to me?" Bella just shrugged.
"Look at me." Bella did as she was commanded. "Do you want to know why I love you?" At this Bella nodded meekly.
"I love the girl that was bold enough to follow through on her desires for me and ask for a fuck, but blushed when I dirty talked. I love the girl whose favorite color is green because that's the color of my eyes or that has fallen so many times counting the marks is as impossible as naming every star. I love the girl―no the woman―who was able to make me see what a douche I was and how I can't live one second of my life without her. I love these luscious brown waves and innocent doe eyes―on the girl who is anything but―and the red, plump lips all in a gorgeous heart-shaped face. I love these voluptuous, yet slender, curves and this tight ass. I love the tiny feet attached to smooth legs. And I love this"― Edward cupped Bella's now dripping sex―"this glorious pussy that is always so ready for me. And of course, I could never forget the soft breasts with tight peaks. That's the you I love. I love that you are you. I want to be with you Isabella, no matter what." Edward finished holding her breasts delicately in her hands.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Then Bella's tears started to fall again. Edward wiped them away as soon as they escaped her beautiful eyes.
"That was beautiful baby," she sniffed.
"Then why are you crying, silly girl?"
"Happy tears," she clarified laughing.
"By the way, that list was ordered," Edward said.
"Really and how were they ordered," Bella quipped.
"Preference," he replied proudly.
"You're a filthy liar, Mr. Cullen," Isabella laughed through her newly acquired hiccups, feeling free for the first time today.
"I'm offended that you think so Miss Swan."
"Edward?" Esme interrupted by knocking on the door.
"Yeah mom?" he called back.
"I didn't know if you still wanted to eat, but it's on the table. I talked to Rose and Emmett too. They won't say anything else. I promise," Esme called to them form the other side of the door.
Edward looked at Bella imploringly. He wanted his family to like her and the fact that they were together. She nodded silently, and they exited the bathroom to follow Esme to the kitchen.
To say dinner was awkward, Bella thought dryly, was the understatement of the millennium. Everyone was tiptoeing around the subject of her and Edward's relationship. Edward tried to comfort his love, but for some reason that was worse for Bella. She rested her hand on his―where it had resided the whole dinner―during desert. Bella squeezed his hand and smiled as best as she could. Though, it looked more painful than reassuring to Edward.
"Bella, I'm so sorry about how this evening started, and the concerns I have for yours and my son's relationship have nothing to do with you personally. I do hope you make it work with my boy," Esme apologized to Bella as the couple was making their exit. Bella responded polite but awkwardly. Esme leaned in for a hug and whispered in her ear, "You bring out a light in his eyes that I've missed for so long, Bella. Thank you."
"Esme, you have no idea how much that means to me," Bella smiled back at the pleasant woman.
"Rosalie, I hope you don't mind if I drop Bella off at Alice's," Edward interrupted the place Bella's thoughts were going. And thank God for it. Bella didn't need to be getting wet and dreamy in front of her new boyfriend's parents…or her friends for that matter.
Edward walked her to the car and―like the gentleman he was―opened the door for her. Bella wasn't used to this kind of special treatment from anyone, especially not a boy she was dating, but that's what you get when the boys are in high school. She got in the car silently. Edward drove down the long driveway. It was quiet for a few moments, before Bella spoke, "Please tell me you aren't dropping me off at Alice's."
"Not unless you want me to, and I really don't want you to," Edward replied.
"No, I definitely don't want you to. I only want to be with you." Bella sighed a breath of relief as Edward's Volvo passed the turn for Alice's house. He continued past her house. Bella saw Charlie's police cruiser in its spot on the front curb of their small two-floor house. She thought ruefully that she couldn't wait for the huge hickey on her neck to go away.
"Penny for your thoughts," Edward teased.
Before Bella could get her brain-to-mouth filter to work, she blurted out that she couldn't wait for the hickey to fade. Edward looked hurt. So, she back peddled, "I want it to go away so you can give me another less conspicuous one, and I can go home to see the chief of police that just happens to be my dad."
"I hadn't thought of it that way," Edward murmured. "I'm sorry; you're right, this relationship has to stay safe. I didn't mean to keep you from your father."
"Hey," Bella grabbed Edward's knee reassuringly. "It's okay. I love Alice like a sister, but I miss Charlie. Keeping this from him is going to be hard enough as is. Even he knows how much I hate shopping with Alice."
Edward pulled up to his house. Once the car was parked out front, Edward reached into the back seat to get the old faded Seattle Mariner's hat that he had thought to bring with him. He wasn't certain that Bella would come home with him…but a guy could dream. Bella took the hat and looked at it dumbly. "What's this for?" she asked.
"To hide your face," Edward answered mechanically. Before Bella could ask or get upset, he explained. "Kate Denali is one of my neighbors, and sometimes she pays way too much attention." Edward grimaced as he said that.
"Wait," Bella said going into freak out mode. "Kate Denali as in Ms. So-fucking-hot-I-wanna-fuck-her-so-fucking-hard-she-won't-be-able-to-walk-for-a-fucking-week Denali is your neighbor?" Edward nodded. He idly wondered why Emmett hadn't mentioned Kate earlier, when he was questioning him. "Have you had sex with her?" Bella asked, internally seething at the slightest possibility that they might have.
"What? No, hell no! She was girlfriend's sister when she moved in next to me. She's also a heartless bitch. As soon as she found out that I had dumped Tanya she was over here being overly flirtatious and touching me too much. I let her know that I wasn't interested. I almost told her how disgusted I was, but that would've caused problems. She still comes around and tries to get me into bed," Edward winced at the fact. "Like I've said before, Bella, you are the only girl that I've ever had sex with when we weren't in a serious relationship first. I don't really like promiscuity."
"Not even in college?" Bella ribbed, only half teasing. "I kind of don't believe that."
"Tanya and I were high school sweethearts. We went to college together and came back to Forks afterwards," Edward explained. He really didn't want to get into this right now. It was killing his I-really-want-to-have-sex-with-my-super-hot-girlfriend high.
"So she was your first…everything?" Bella didn't really want to ask, but she had to know. She also knew that no matter what his answer was, she would be mad. Even if she wasn't his first, he was way too experienced to not have slept with her numerous times.
"She wasn't my first girlfriend, but she was my first uh…"
Edward was struggling with how to say this so Bella didn't want to withdrawal their sex time tonight. It wasn't that he just had her here for that though. Bella didn't give him time to finish his response before she cut him off, "Don't. Don't you even finish that sentence unless it ends in hug. I swear to God Edward." Bella didn't really know why she was this upset. She knew it was a possibility. Hell she'd even rationalized in her head that it was really, really likely that she was.
"Honey, I don't understand why you're getting so mad. I guess I understand to a point. When I saw you with Jacob, it drove me absolutely fucking nuts, but Bella that was my past. You, you are what matters now. Your pretty smile and beautiful self are all I think about. You are my present and my future. We're supposed to be celebrating right now. Please don't let Tanya ruin this. Please. We can talk pasts later, because little girl I know there is no way I was your first. You were too good and the only screams I heard were one hundred percent pleasure… not pain," Edward laughed at the last part, but he was only half joking. There was a part of him that was purely enraged at any stupid boy who was touching his one and only. The fact of anyone touching his innocent Bella in the rough animalistic way he had was almost enough to make him snap. "Besides, Tanya was just my first fuck. You are the only girl I have ever made love to. I hope you understand that that is more important."
Bella couldn't contain herself at that. She lunged across the center console and settled in Edward's lap; it was right where she belonged. They fit together perfectly like the last missing pieces of an unsolved puzzle. It just made sense when they were together. Bella peppered his face with kisses, finally ending with a loving open mouth one on his beautiful lips. It progressed before either of them could stop it. They looked like horny teenagers making out in Edward's car, and only Bella had the excuse that she was a horny teenager.
Once the kiss broke so the couple could breathe, Edward handed the hat to Bella again. "Put it on love," he sighed into her shoulder as she slumped back over to her seat and fastened the cap securely on her petite head, making sure it covered her face convincingly.
The young girl sulked as she waited for her new lover to open the door as she knew he would. It was the way he was raised―Emmett was the same with Rosalie. Edward brushed some hair out of the petite girl's face, making sure to keep the cap securely on her head. Edward escorted Bella into the house with an arm around her shoulders. As soon as the front door clicked shut, Edward had his student pushed against the door in a most inappropriate manner.
"I've been waiting all night for you to do that to me," Bella whispered seductively into her teacher's ear.
Their panting was the only sound after her voice. The silence was anything but awkward as they groped at each other's clothes almost violently. At one point Bella heard a tearing sound and she could've sworn it was her dress, but right now she just couldn't bring herself to give a fuck. Alice would probably kill her later, though.
"I want you so badly. I don't even think we're going to make it to the bedroom. I might have to just have you right here," he breathed huskily at Bella.
"Take me then," she whispered boldly, and he did just that.
Edward pushed the beauty up against the door and ground his rock of a dick into her. "See what you do to me love? Watching you all day, it kills me slowly."
"What a way to go," Bella giggled. She flung her arms around his neck, and when he hitched one of her legs up on his hip, Bella hoisted herself up―crossing her ankles so she wouldn't fall halfway through.
"Oh baby, I know. You're always so hard for me; I love that," Bella responded, knowing that Edward reacted to her dirty talk last time, even though she thought it was terribly clichéd.
"Oh fuck," Edward groaned when Bella took it upon herself to sheath him in her warmth. She rocked back and forth with a slow rhythm.
Once it picked up, their moans were nothing more than a jumbled mess of unintelligible phrases that were probably just explicatives. Edward couldn't believe that this was even better than the last time they were together like this. The sensation of being buried in her delicate body was nothing short of breathtaking. This girl was just too amazing to put into words, Edward thought. And as they toppled over the edge together, he realized he would probably never get this lucky again… even if he searched for the rest of his natural life. With their breathing returning back to normal, Bella and Edward climbed the stairs to the second floor.
"I think I tore your dress," Edward said sheepishly. It made Bella giggle that after what they just did, he could be timid about admitting to tearing her dress. "Let's get you something to change into, shall we?"
"Yes please, then we can go downstairs, and I'll make you the best late night snack," Bella agreed, following dutifully behind her love.
"That sounds perfect, but may I be so bold as to ask what the best late night snack is?" Edward kissed her gently on the nose once they were in his room.
"Chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream, of course." Bella rolled her eyes playfully as Edward watched her rummage through his closet. She found a button up shirt and a pair of Polo boxers to her satisfaction and quickly slipped them on. "I feel like I'm Tom Cruise," she giggled.
"And you've never looked sexier than you do right now, in my clothes," Edward whispered as she swooped out from under his arms and laughed all the way down the stairs.
Edward helped her get everything out and ready. He then sat back to watch as she made herself comfortable in his kitchen. Every once in a while he would catch her stopping to admire the naked chest that was sticking out of his classic plaid pajama pants. Edward honestly couldn't think of a better scenario than the one playing out right before his eyes: watching his love making herself comfortable in his house, while wearing his clothes. Everything was perfect…until the doorbell rang.
"Who the hell is coming over this late? It's eleven o'clock at night," Bella complained making her way to the door. Edward snapped out of his Bella-induced haze just in time to stop her.
"What are you doing?" the young teacher asked frantically.
"Oh shit!" Bella cursed. "I didn't even… I'm so sorry."
"Shhh, it's ok beautiful," Edward assured her. "Just go back into the kitchen I'll get rid of whoever it is."
Edward didn't want to worry his gorgeous girlfriend, but he was 99% sure that it was Kate. She was the only person―other than family― that ever really came over, let alone this late. It was always something that was bothering her that she needed to talk about. She would rant for what seemed like hours over something that was probably made up. Soon after she was done, she would put the flirting on heavy and he would have to kick her out under the guise that they both had to be up early for school. The worst it had ever gotten was when he had her "pregnancy scare". Edward tried to console her―and stop the fake sobbing―without giving her the wrong impression. Apparently, he had failed. Not even seconds later she had attacked him.
Naturally, standing on the other side of the door was none other than Kate freakin' Denali. Edward didn't bother trying to hide his grimace. Kate laughed thinking he was just messing with her. The fact that she had ruined Edward's whole evening with his beautiful new girlfriend hadn't even crossed her mind. "Nice to see you too, Edward."
Bella stiffened in the kitchen when she heard, "Kate, this isn't really a good time. I'm very busy," Edward emphasized the last word hoping she would get the hint and leave him alone. He, however, couldn't be that lucky.
"Edward, it's just awful," she sighed overdramatically. "Tanya and I got into a huge fight and I just don't know what to do."
"Can't this wait, Katie." Edward knew Bella would be mad, but he's learned that his over-friendly next-door neighbor would do just about anything for the endearment.
"No, Edward. This is important," Kate whined.
If there was something that Edward just couldn't stand it was whining. He wasn't in the mood for Kate's bullshit, and he didn't want her to get too out of hand―especially while Bella was there. Edward figured Kate wasn't going to leave easily.
And damn, if he wasn't right. She saw Edward pull up. Kate had planned on going over right away, but something was amiss. Kate's desire sat in his car for almost ten minutes―with some bitch, no less. Kate wanted, no needed, to find out who the hell it was.
"Kate…" Edward trailed off. He was completely out of ideas on how to get rid of her.
Luckily, that's where his better half came in. Bella snuck up the stairs that led to the kitchen. She crept quietly across the hallway. Once the cunning girl was at the staircase by the front door, she cooed down seductively, "Edward? Are you coming back to bed, sexy?"
"I'll be right there, beautiful," Edward called lovingly―thankful that his girlfriend had such a creative mind.
"Kate," he said turning his attention back to the completely unwelcomed interruption. "I'll see you at school."
"Ooh, Edward on the rebound already?" Kate asked wickedly, loud enough for Bella to hear.
It was successful in ruffling Bella's feathers, and if she and Edward's future and reputations weren't on the line with their relationship, Bella would've went down there and told that bitch exactly where she could shove her loud, jealous mouth. As it were, Edward slammed the door in Kate's face. The teenaged girl took sweet satisfaction in knowing that Edward, the hottest teacher at Forks High and most coveted, was totally and completely hers.
Edward walked up to where Bella was waiting for him. "Come on, love. Let's go get some pancakes." She grabbed his hand; matching his shit-eating grin, when the atmosphere fizzled around them.
They walked down the stairs hand in hand. Bella had been smart enough to cover the delicious snack with tin foil, so they were still hot when the couple got back to them. She got dishes and milk, while Edward found the whipped cream. Bella's insides were about to explode from how happy she was. Kate was just an ugly pimple on the cheek of a magical night. The passionate sex up against the door was simply wonderful.
They ate in relative silence. Only laughing when Bella started a whipped cream war by getting all over Edward when he wanted some in his mouth. They were both acting like little kids, and it tickled Bella's insides. It was the most fun she had ever had on a "date".
Cleaning the kitchen, however, was a bitch. They had made a mess, between Bella cooking and Edward insisting on revenge. It took nearly an hour and they were both beat. Bella's own prince charming led her up to bed. She insisted on making slower love now that they had settled down from their drought.
"Shit," she whispered after cuddling into her lover's arms.
"What's the matter, Sweetpea?" Edward asked stroking her now naked spine.
"We've got school tomorrow," she sighed. "I don't know how I'm supposed to get there."
"Call Alice," he suggested. "I'm sure she'll be happy to help."
"And you worried about me telling her," Bella teased.
A quick phone call to Alice later, Bella had an outfit and a ride to school tomorrow. Edward cuddled her back into his side and started to place slow, sensual kisses in the hollow between her neck and shoulders.
"Babe, we can't," Bella said ruefully.
"And why the hell can't I make love to my super hot girlfriend?" Edward asked defiantly.
"It's after midnight and we have to get up early tomorrow," Bella answered responsibly, shocked since he should've been the voice of reason between the two of them.
"If you insist," he pouted, placing one last kiss where her hickey was.
"I do. Goodnight my sexy man," the girl giggled and placed a heated goodnight kiss square on his still pouting lips.
"Goodnight my gorgeous little Sweetpea," Edward whispered into Bella's ear. "I could get used to falling asleep like this."
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