Yep. Still M rated.
Beta'd by the always fab stitchcat. Much love and glomps, bb; love and glomps.
Disclaimer: Nope. I still don't own the characters.
When we last left our vampire:
Nothing else seemed important anymore; not even how we'd arrived at this point. Oh, I was still gonna find out every fuckin' detail and exactly how many strings Ali had been pullin' in order to make it happen, cause I definitely wasn't happy with her puppet-master shit, and it was gonna stop as soon as fuckin' possible, like right this damn moment. But right now, even as a thousand different trains of thought kept collidin' and crossin' over and producin' even more fucked-up-offspring little trains of thought, I could only think of one thing to say to my sister.
"Thank you, Alice."
Chapter 6: Summing It Up
Bella opened the door shortly before dawn, smellin' to high-heaven of that emo-fucker I called 'brother' - though that wasn't the name on the tip of my tongue right now. As soon as the scent hit me I was outta my chair and halfway to the door, ready to reclaim what was mine. The only thing that stopped me was Ali's hiss and her ominous promise.
"You have two paths laid out. One involves acting like a jealous ass, verbally pissing on her to mark your territory and spending the next few days exiled from your own room with only your hand to keep you company; OR you can sit down, behave yourself, and be rewarded for the effort. Your choice." And with that she pranced out of the door, I assumed to Jasper's waitin' arms, and I backed my ass up at vamp speed.
Her breath smelled of liquorice and cheap beer, with each step more wobbly than the next, but she seemed…happy, with a goofy-ass, dreamy smile on her beautiful face and I found myself returnin' it automatically as I watched her sway over to me.
She crawled into my lap, straddlin' me, and laid a kiss on me that left me sighin' in relief of the tension I didn't know I had built up. "Bella, I think we need to talk." Her only response was to duck her head, runnin' that hot little pink tongue of hers along my collar bone and up my neck, and then suckin' my ear lobe. "Fuck me, I love you."
Yup. That just about summed it up.
I knew we should be talkin' right now, and as God is my witness, I tried to gently push her away, but she was quite the force to be reckoned with at the moment. She was determined. Once her finger dipped in the waistband of my jeans and brushed the head of my strainin' cock, I knew she'd won this round. And as she kissed down my chest, I was mighty damn glad she had.
The second her lips closed around the head of my cock, all will to protest fled my body and I relaxed completely in my chair. This was the first action my chair had ever seen and I loved her all the more for poppin' its cherry. Later, I'd freak the fuck out about the fact that I just admitted lovin' this human that I had only known one fuckin' day and she hadn't even bothered to respond, but with her mouth workin' my cock like a pro I just couldn't find it in me to give a damn about either.
The muscles in my neck and back strained as I tried to resist the near-uncontrollable urge to thrust upward. With how on edge I was feelin', my cock'o'steel was liable to go clear through the back of her skull and that would definitely bring my current Bell-gasm to a screechin' fuckin' halt, not to mention it'd severely lessen the chances for head in the future.
Although, as I closed my eyes in a futile effort to maintain control and to revel in the sensations coursin' through me as she bobbed up and down and twirled her sinful tongue with all her might, the thought of blood runnin' down her turned the heat up a bit, I've gotta say.
"Bella, fuck! I'm gonna -" was all I grunted out before she hummed and the vibrations from her throat to my cock sent me over the edge and I was free-fallin'. She swallowed most, but what she missed glistened on her lips, and fuck me if the sight of her between my legs wearin' my come like shimmerin' lip gloss didn't have me at full-mast again.
All I wanted to do was bend her over the arm of this chair and fuck her senseless, but her eyes were already droopin', so I picked her up and carried her into our room and tucked her in. It'd completely slipped my mind that humans had that need to sleep every day; seemed like a damn waste of time to me.
Humans really are fragile things physically, but I was findin' they had the spirit of trailerpark cockroaches: nearly impossible fuckers to eradicate. And with that thought, I kissed her forehead and laid next to her through the day, content just to be where she was, to breathe the same air she had breathed and to simply exist because I knew she did.
She slept soundly and loudly, sawin' a fuckin' forest down by the sounds of it and mumblin' incoherently between strokes, until sunset. Just as Bella begun stirrin', I heard Ali and Jasper approachin' the house from the east.
See, I can hear this shit just fine when no one's on my cock or workin' my cock or anywhere near my cock.
"Up and at'm, Darlin'. Ali said we're goin' out." Jasper said, pokin' his head into my room without knockin'.
"Huh?" Bella said, squintin' in the direction of his voice. Groanin', she rolled over and buried her head beneath my pillow. I just chuckled. I knew who was gonna win this fight, and a herd of horny water buffalo durin' matin' season couldn't drag my ass in the middle of this one.
Feelin' my resolve and whatever the fuck Bella was sendin' out, the emo-ass crossed the room, jerked the covers off of her and picked her up, tossin' her over his shoulder and lightly tappin' her on the ass, earnin' a growl and less than pleasant vibes from me.
He rolled his eyes in my direction, before carryin' Bella into the bathroom with her squealin' and cursin' in protest. At least she remembered not to hit him. I heard the shower start and what I assumed was her fine little ass hit the floor of the shower. The resoundin' scream made me cover my ears, and make my way in to see her sittin' with her arms crossed and her lips pouched lookin' like a drowned (but still fuckable) rat in the middle of my tub.
"Now, ya need me to wash ya too, or are you gonna co-operate?" the fucker asked, wigglin' his eyebrows and smirkin'. Like hell he was getting' in there with her. Over my black and scattered ashes, and even then I'd pull a fuckin' Casper and haunt-kick his ass from the beyond. Like the bastard he is, he laughed lowly, turned around, and with a tip of a hat he wasn't wearin' left the room.
With one glimpse at the half-drowned, one-hundred-percent pissed-off woman, I followed after him, closin' the door behind me.