Not mine.
Bella
"Who the fuck are you?"
I laughed at Emmett's question before throwing my arms up in victory. "I'm the chick that is kicking your ass!" After bowling another perfect six hundred game.
I took a bow of appreciation while Edward clapped. "Nicely done."
"Thank you," I sat down next to him. "Don't let me down. Keep the streak alive!"
He gracefully slid off of his stool while running his fingers across the back of my hand. I told myself not to blush but it didn't do any good. He just gave me the signature Edward Cullen smirk before walking away. All night he'd been doing small things that he knew would make blush and I was beginning to think he was doing it on purpose. I kinda liked it.
"You're here interviewing Jasper Whitlock, right?"
I nodded at Rosalie's question before taking another shot of the stupidly expensive tequila I'd ordered. It was rude of me to do it, knowing Edward's sister would be paying for it, but she'd pissed me off and frankly I needed something to take the edge off.
Since I'd known Edward he had never hesitated to tell me when he had started dating someone. I hadn't heard him talk about someone named Kate, and I couldn't ever remember him telling me that he was currently dating. Maybe his sister was just making something out of nothing, and I probably shouldn't have put that much thought into it, but the fact that there was someone named Kate, and that Edward hadn't ever mentioned her, made me nervous. Kissing Edward was one thing but if this ended up going further, I didn't want to find out that I'd slept with another girl's boyfriend. No matter who he was.
Rosalie watched me throw back the liquor I'd poured before continuing our one sided conversation. "He's donated quite a lot of money to the hospital. Without his contributions I seriously doubt we would have been able to get the new MRI equipment for the ER."
Pouring another shot, I asked, "You work at the hospital?"
Rosalie smiled before tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Edward must not have told you. I took after our father and went to medical school."
Annoying and pretentious. What wonderful qualities to have.
"We actually don't talk about family much." I said in a monotone voice, hoping she would get the picture.
She didn't.
"And what have you talked about, Bella? After all these years, over the phone and internet, I'm surprised you actually have anything left to say to each other."
Wobbling a little while getting off of my stool, I turned back to look at Edward's sister. "Well to be honest Rosalie there wasn't a lot of time for idle chit-chat. What with all of the phone sex… you know?"
I left his sister sitting at the table looking like someone had just slapped her across the face, and joined Edward at the skeeball table.
"I think I pissed off your sister."
He laughed and turned to look over his shoulder at her. Sure enough she looked livid. Edward shook his head before asking, "And how did you do that?"
I waited, watching while Emmett got ready to bowl his next turn, before answering. When I did, I made sure my voice was loud enough for him to hear me. "Oh, you know. I just told her about all of the phone sex we'd been having."
Emmett's ball went flying down the table, hitting the rebound board, and then ricocheting onto the table next to him.
Edward barked out a laugh, asking me how drunk I was.
"Only a little." I leaned into him, swaying a little. "Are you upset that I made her mad?"
Edward smiled before kissing me. "Nope."
xXxXxXx
I wasn't really sure what I had expected to happen at the end of our date. Okay, that's a lie. I knew I would end up at Edward's apartment. I knew I would be pushed back against the doorway, kissing and groping, while he tried to unlock it. But what I hadn't known was that I would feel this guilty while doing it.
Once the door was finally opened, I tumbled backwards into his apartment; holding on to his shoulder's to keep me from hitting the ground. Edward dropped his keys on the floor and kicked the door shut behind us, all the while managing to keep me pressed up against his body and his tongue in my mouth. He was a very talented man.
We bounced off of the wall, off of the couch, and eventually fell against another doorway. I regretfully had to pull my mouth away from Edward's, but only so I could take a much needed gulp of air.
"God," Edward groaned, letting his lips move down my jaw and then to my neck. "You are so fucking perfect, Bella."
I leaned my head back, smiling a lazy smile, and telling my subconscious to shut the hell up. An annoying little voice had popped into my head, asking me if I really wanted my first time with Edward to be a drunken haze. I tried to ignore it, telling myself that I just wanted to feel him, right now. I didn't care what I would or wouldn't remember in the morning.
My subconscious and my heart knew that was a lie.
When Edward's hands slid up the back of my dress and over my ass, I stupidly whispered, "I wish I was going to remember this tomorrow."
Lips stopped. Hands stopped. Edward stopped.
Instantly, I started protesting. "No!" I whined. "What are you doing?"
Edward slowly took a step away from me and sighed. "I can't do this with you… not like this."
"Are you kidding?"I asked him. "We've… but… I'm here!"
"I know."
"And I'm… I want this, Edward! I'm ready and-"
"I know."
I slid down the door that I guessed led into his bedroom, and semi-cried when my ass hit the floor. "But… what if we never get another chance for this?"
He groaned before lacing his fingers together and placing his hands behind his neck. After a drawn out second, he gave me an answer.
"I'm not going to take advantage of you, Bella. I want this, you know I do, but I'm not doing it like this. I would rather face the chance of us never… letting this happen than have to deal with the fact that we had done it when both of us were drunk."
"And I don't get an opinion?" I asked, looking up at him from the floor. "What about what I want?"
Edward slowly sat down on the floor in front of me and smiled, sadly. "What do you want, Bella?"
I looked up at him, getting lost in the green that stared back at me and gave him an honest answer. "I just want you. Since I was eighteen… that's what I've wanted."
It was stupid to start crying, because honestly, what did I have to cry about? But the realization, that after all of these years, we were both finally together and there would be nothing more than this was heart breaking. I pulled the sleeves of my dress over my hands and shook my head before covering my face with them.
"Bella, don't."
Edward pulled me into his lap but I just cried harder. "I'm drunk."
He let out a small laugh before kissing the top of my head. "I know."
"And I really thought we would have sex tonight," I sniffled. "And I even got sexy underwear yesterday because I thought that you would be seeing them and now… now I just want to… sleep."
Maybe the skeeball had worn me out. Or maybe I was just a lot more intoxicated than I thought. Either way, I was suddenly exhausted and all I could do was lean against Edward's chest and cry because I wasn't getting laid. God, I was pathetic.
I felt the room move. Or maybe it was just me moving. Either way, I held on tighter to Edward's shoulders and closed my eyes. When the movement stopped, I tried to open my eyes but found it incredibly difficult to do so.
"Shh," Edward whispered. "Just sleep."
Reluctantly, I did.
xXxXxXx
I had to have been asleep; at least I thought I was until an obnoxiously offensive noise scared the ever loving shit out of me.
I frantically sat up, regretting it. My head felt like someone had cleaved it in half and my stomach felt like it was trying to escape through my mouth. I carefully lay back down, listening while someone tried to turn off the annoying alarm.
Oh my God.
Sitting up again, I turned to find Edward Cullen's hand fumbling with the telephone.
I was at Edward's apartment? I'd slept at Edward's apartment? Oh my…
"Did we…" I lifted up the blankets and sighed when I saw I was still wearing my tights, and panties. "What the hell did I do last night?"
Edward just laughed for second. "You got really drunk. We both got really drunk."
For a second I thought about what had happened last night and then I groaned. That was until something small, fussy, and hissing jumped onto my lap. Then I screamed.
"What the hell is… You have a cat?" Edward totally didn't seem like the type of guy who would have a cat.
He laughed before taking the animal and dropping it back on the floor. "I'm watching her for a friend. Do you want something for breakfast?"
I slowly shook my head before sliding back into his bed and under the covers. "The thought of food makes me want to hurl and I don't think that is something you should see."
Edward started to get out of bed but I stopped him. "Where are you going?"
He kissed the back of my hand. "It's Monday. I have school."
"Oh, shit!" I threw the blankets off of me, scaring the stupid cat in the process, and got out of bed. "It's Monday!"
"Yeah," Edward answered cautiously.
"What time is it?" I started groping around the floor looking for my boots.
And dress.
Wait.
I stopped and looked down at my nearly naked body. "You took off my dress?"
"It is seven thirty," Edward sat back against the headboard, watching me. "And yes, I thought you would be more comfortable that way. And I wanted to see the underwear you had mentioned. I approve by the way."
I ignored the blush crawling up my chest and kicked the cat away from my cashmere sweater dress. "Well, if it wasn't for the fact that I am supposed to be meeting Jasper Whitlock in thirty minutes, I would be completely embarrassed and say something to make myself look like an idiot."
He just laughed before asking if he would see me later.
While hopping on one foot and zipping up my boot, I smiled. "You want to?"
"Well, yeah." Edward crawled to edge of the bed and carefully took my hand, pulling me to him. "I have a scrimmage tonight and I would really like it if you came."
I frowned. "It's Feburary."
"Uh, yeah. I know."
"How do you play baseball in the snow?"
Again, Edward laughed at me. "We're used to it, I promise. And besides, it's supposed to be pretty nice today. No snow."
By nice he meant not freezing.
"What time is this scrimmage at?" I asked, playing with his fingers that were still holding onto my hands.
"Five o'clock."
I nodded, letting him pull me to him.
After agreeing that I would try to make it to his game, I leaned forward, letting my lips gently kiss his. Edward held me to him, making it incredibly hard to pull away from him.
"Have a good day," he whispered, kissing me again.
Reluctantly I pulled away, thinking that I would love to start every day this way. And it was then that it hit me. Leaving Seattle was going to be a lot harder than I had originally thought. I wanted to stay.
AN: Sup, guys?
