AN: Stephenie Meyer owns all the characters... I unfortunately am only allowed to admire from afar. Thanks again to my beta twilight-is-lovee.
Playlist
I Touch Myself - The Divinyls
Disturbia - Rihanna
American Idiot - Green Day
Well Enough Alone - Chevelle
Don't Cha - Pussy Cat Dolls
BPOV
After the extremely painful tattoo session, Edward drove us home. Charlie was asleep in his recliner and for that I was incredibly grateful because I was in too much pain to have a pleasant conversation with him. I trudged up to my room and grimaced when I reached from the door knob and a searing pain shot through my shoulder. That was going to be my only tattoo.
The car ride home from Port Angeles was completely uncomfortable and suffocating in its silence. Edward stared intently out the window and if I made any passing comments he only acknowledged them with slight nods or murmurs. I had always imagined that upon exposing my feelings we would have this intense make out session and be exclusive, but I was seriously mistaken.
After I collected my clothes, I went into the bathroom to clean my tattoo as instructed. I knew I couldn't really get a nice, hot shower until the tattoo healed some, so I leaned my head over the tub to wash out my hair. I then quickly scrubbed the make-up off of my face. I turned my shoulder towards the mirror before I redressed the tattoo so that I could admire it. I had to admit to myself that it was going to be hot whenever I wore something that showed off my shoulder. Wincing at the pain, I redressed my shoulder and trudged back into my room.
I pulled out my laptop and climbed onto my bed. I needed to message Alice and Rose to tell them how everything went with Edward. Unconsciously, I looked up at Edward's window and my jaw dropped open. His curtains were wide open and he was standing with his back facing me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. I could see the redness surrounding his tattoo and watched in awe as he ran his hand through his unruly bronze mane. He plopped down on his bed and I could see the tent of fabric where is dick was hard in his shorts. I watched in fascinated awe as he reached his hand down and stroked his cock through the thin fabric.
"Holy fuck," I whimpered as I watched him. I couldn't seem to look away even though I knew that I should have. I closed my laptop and ducked down under my covers. I was trying to seem like I was asleep. Edward's hand slid beneath the waistband of his boxers and I gasped. I felt the familiar heat and ache rising within myself as I watched Edward's hand move up and down at a slow, steady pass on his dick. I moaned quietly as I ran one of my hands down my stomach and under the waist of my pajama pants and my panties while the other hand grasped my breast. I pinched my nipple, hissing at the sensation. My eyes were trained on Edward's form as his pace of stroking on his dick increased slightly. My fingers slide down and into my hot, wet pussy; pinching at my clit before running my fingers the length of my slit.
My breathing hitched as Edward paused in his motions and turned to look out his window at me. A slight smirk crossed his face as he looked into my room and then he let his head fall back on the bed. He picked up his pace again and I slowly slide two fingers into my entrance. I felt like a pervert watching him, but I couldn't help the sensations that flooded my body at the image of him stroking his cock. My eyes widened as Edward actually pulled his dick out of his boxer shorts. I felt myself gasp and I pumped my fingers into myself harder. Soft moans escaped my lips as I watched Edward and imagined his hands roaming over my body. My muscles tensed as I ran my thumb over my clit and the pleasure exploded through my body. My back arched involuntarily and I bit my bottom lip to avoid crying out in my pleasure. My eyes never left Edward and I watched as he brought himself relief.
"God, I'm sure a pervert," I mumbled to myself once my orgasmic high dissipated. I rolled onto my side and stared out the window and noticed that Edward was sitting up on his bed staring into my room. I felt myself flush know what I had just done and wondering if he knew that I really was awake. That idea was ridiculous because he would have stopped if he noticed that, wouldn't he?
I fell asleep quickly due to my orgasm induced exhausted. My dreams were filled with images of a naked Edward all over me and I slept pleasantly. I was in the middle of a fantastic dream of Edward bending me over the bathroom sink and taking me from behind when the blaring buzz of my alarm clock so rudely interrupted me. I reached out and slammed my hand onto the appliance repeatedly until it stopped making noise. I rolled over to look into Edward's room and saw him fast asleep, sprawled out on his bed.
"Edward, you have to be the hottest fucking man alive," I moaned out to my empty bedroom. I groaned and stretched as I climbed out of bed. Walking across my room, I caught my toe on the edge of my backpack and collided with the footboard of my bed.
"Real freaking graceful, Bella," I chastised myself. I felt myself blush as I heard the knock on the door. "Yeah?" I called out.
"Are you alright? I heard a loud crash and I wanted to check on you," Charlie replied. I stifled a groan and pulled the door open.
"Just tripped over my bag, you know how it is," I answered him sheepishly. Charlie took inventory to make sure I wasn't lying before beginning to turn. Just as he got to the top of the stairs he stopped and looked back at me.
"So, you and Edward were out late. What exactly did you get him for his birthday?" he questioned. I felt my face flush at the memory of getting the tattoos. It was such a turn on to see Edward without his shirt on and watch the pleasure flit across his face. Then thinking about the way he was so sweet with me while I got mine done drove me crazy. "Well?"
"Oh, I took him to get a tattoo. He's always wanted one," I replied nonchalantly. Charlie's eyes widened as he took a closer inspection of me. I was grateful I had worn a t-shirt to bed.
"Isabella Marie Swan! What the hell were you thinking? If I find out you branded your body young lady…" Charlie's face turned red and I instantly felt miserable for my actions. His open threat didn't bother me but the disappointment in his eyes certainly did.
"Dad, I'm eighteen," I stated simply to avoid the question. He huffed and I sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."
"Yes, you did. You're right so I won't pester you. Can I ask you something though?" Charlie asked as he came into my room. I was worried because Charlie didn't usually like to talk a lot and he never came into my room.
"Sure Dad, is something wrong?" I questioned. He took a seat at my desk and shifted uncomfortably.
"Everything is fine Bells. I just wanted to know if there was any need for me to have a conversation with Edward. Are you two…?" Charlie blushed deep red and my thought my jaw was going to unhinge from the force of my mouth dropping open.
"DAD! Seriously, you're asking me that?!" I cried out. I couldn't believe he would ask and I felt the flush cover my whole body. I grabbed my bathroom bag and my clothes for the day and quickly started for the door. "Leave it alone, there is nothing more between us than there was before," I replied leaving out the 'yet' I desperately wanted to interject.
EPOV
The combination of the pain and pleasure from the tattoo session was incredible. Watching Bella receive her tattoo was erotic and her whimpers and moans left me ridiculously horny. Upon arriving home I cleaned my tattoo and let it air out. The hard-on was just too much to handle so I knew I needed to get some release. I start stroking myself and after a few minutes I noticed my curtains were wide open. I peaked over to Bella's house and saw that she was under her blankets and fast asleep. With this knowledge, I continued my quest for release. The position of lying on my back was torture but I couldn't very well go into the shower.
I let my mind wander back to the tattoo shop and I thought about all the sounds that escaped Bella's lips. She cried out my name more than once and that shit was incredibly hot. It didn't take me long to get to my release and once I did I sat staring into her room.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" I asked myself. We had admitted our feelings but the entire atmosphere between us was awkward as a result. I thought that upon the admissions everything would fall into place. I was sorely mistaken in that assumption. The drive home from Port Angeles was uncomfortably quiet. I was nervous about doing something stupid in front of her so I kept my mouth shut and my eyes on the road. I fell asleep laying on my side watching Bella sleep.
I woke up to the blaring rock music of my alarm at 7AM. I rolled over to look at Bella's window and saw she wasn't there. I rolled out of bed and upon placing pressing on my back I cringed. The pain shot through my back and I groaned. I knew I couldn't take a shower still so I cleaned myself up the best I was able and then made my way down to the kitchen where my mother was uncharacteristically making breakfast.
"Good morning, Edward," Esme sang out. I cocked an eyebrow at her and took a seat at the breakfast bar.
"Um… hi Mom, shouldn't you be heading work?" I asked hesitantly. The smell of eggs and bacon was clouding my head.
"Not today. I decided to take an impromptu day off. So you and Bella got home late last night. What was your gift from her?" she asked me. My eyes widened in surprise and I turned picked up the glass of juice in front of me.
"Well… shegotmeatattoo," I spoke quickly and into my glass before I chugged the juice. Esme's eyes widened and she froze.
"A… you… she… WHERE?!" she cried out. I hung my head and lifted my shirt while turning my back towards her.
"Bella only paid for it. I picked it out and it was my choice to get it," I defended.
"Edward Anthony Cullen, your father is going to skin you when he sees that," Esme stated as she shook her head.
"You mean you're not going to say anything to him about it?" I asked incredulously. I had figured she was going to keep me home and turn me into my dad right away.
"You're an adult. I can't stop you and it's your body but I won't defend you to your father," she sighed. I let my crooked smile brake through and hugged Esme.
"I knew I liked you for a reason, Mom," I laughed as Esme broke out into a huge grin. She placed a plate that was piled with food in front of me and I dug in excitedly.
"Are you and Bella together now?" Esme asked casually. I froze mid chew with my fork halfway to my mouth. I sucked in a breath and began to choke on my food. Esme smiled and patted me on the back as I collected myself. "So, are you two an item now?"
"What are you talking about? We're just friends," I rasped out, my throat raw from choking.
"Do you really take me for an idea? I can see the way you look at each other. A mother knows these things, Edward," Esme stated rolling her eyes at me.
"It's really not like that, Mom," I mumbled with my head down staring at my food. I knew it was dead giveaway to my feelings on the situation but I couldn't help it.
"Tell me about it. I might be able to offer some assistance from a woman's point of view," she encouraged as she climbed up on the stool next to me.
"Ugh… you're the last person I want to talk to about this Mom," I sighed exasperatedly. Esme just sat staring at me with and expectant look on her face. "Fine, so I kinda kissed Bella after the game on Friday night; the same day I broke up with Lauren. Bella freaked out and I really can't blame her because that was an idiot move. So I've been trying to talk to her and everything for the past couple days but she's been avoiding me. Well, last night when she took me into Port Angeles I confronted her because we were stuck in the car together. I told her how I felt and she just ignored me Mom! She sat there and didn't say anything! I had to stop just to get away from her and when I came back to the car she told me she liked me too. Then, nothing… it's been so awkward. We didn't even talk on the ride home and she barely said goodbye to me last night," I ranted.
"Of course it's awkward. You're feelings are out there and neither of you has acted upon them. You're going to ask her out on a date now, aren't you?" Esme questioned me. I turned to look at her and saw that she was smirking at me.
"I-I-I uh… yeah, I guess I am," I replied stupidly. What was it about Bella that made me a bumbling idiot? I couldn't think straight when it came to her.
"You've got it bad sweetie. It's so sweet and refreshing to see you like a normal teenage boy who wants to impress a girl," she gushed at me. I sighed and caught sight of the clock on the microwave.
"I'm going to be late. I need to get going. Thanks, Mom," I said as I grabbed my bag and jogged out to my new car. I pressed the garage door opener and backed out taking a quick peak to see if Bella had left yet. I caught her running out to her truck and stumbling into it. I shook my head at her clumsiness.
"Hey! You want to ride in style?" I called out to her. Bella spun around to look at me and lost her footing. I cringed as she crashed into the side of her truck and hit her head. "Fuck, are you alright, Bells?"
"I'm fine. I have some stuff to do today so I'm just going to drive myself. Thanks though," Bella called back to me. I sighed in defeat as I watched her climb into her beast that she called a truck. She was upset with me over something and I didn't understand what. I would have to catch her before class to talk to her.
I sped to school and got a decent parking spot. Before I could even get the door open, I was surrounded. People were staring at my car and girls were drooling. I knew what they were all thinking and it made me cocky as hell.
"Damn Cullen, this car is incredible," Jessica breathed trying to be sexy. I rolled my eyes at her.
"If any of you fuckers so much as breathe on my car, I'll have your heads. Now back the fuck off," I growled out. I surveyed the parking lot looking for Bella's truck. I caught her puling in and I shoved my way through the dispersing crowd to meet her at her truck.
"Looks like you're going to be even more popular with a car like that," Bella smiled weakly at me as she climbed down from her truck. My hands itched to reach out and help her but I fought that urge because I wasn't sure if she would be okay with that action.
"Yeah, well… you know I love the attention," I laughed nervously. I grabbed Bella's books from her hand and she glared at me.
"Gentleman or not, that is annoying," Bella grumbled. I shrugged and walked with her to the cluster of buildings.
"You'll live. Listen, I wanted to ask you…" I began to say but I was rudely interrupted.
"BELLA! You're late! Damn it I've been looking everywhere for you. I have to tell you what happened on Saturday night with me and Jazz," Alice's tiny form was barreling towards us. I looked down at Bella and she was smiling at her miniature friend. I didn't understand Jasper's attraction to her. If I were him, I'd be worried I'd snap her in two.
"Give me a minute okay? I'll be in class in just a second," Bella laughed. Alice pouted but narrowed her eyes at me.
"You better not keep her out here for too long," Alice warned. I held my free hand up in surrender as she stomped away in her 4 inch heels.
"Like I was saying, I wanted to ask you if you were busy tonight. I know it's a Monday but I figured we could hang out and maybe got to the diner for dinner," I spoke quickly as a smile spread across Bella's face.
"I would love to except I usually study with Alice and Rose on Monday's," Bella replied. My smile fell and I nodded. I handed her back her books and turned to walk away.
"Oh, I understand," I was defeated and I didn't want her to see that look on my face. I took a step away but felt a hand on my shoulder so I turned back to see Bella still watching me.
"What about tomorrow night?" she asked. My face lit up but fell just as quickly as I shook my head.
"I have practice Tuesday thru Thursday and games are usually on Fridays," I explained. Her brow furrowed momentarily before she smiled again.
"Okay, I'll move out usually study group. Pick me up around five?" she said. I nodded my head excitedly and pulled Bella into a tight hug. I wanted to press my lips against hers but I thought it would be too much.
BPOV
So I was well aware that Alice and Rosalie were going to kill me the moment I suggested moving the 'study night' we had made a tradition our freshman year of high school. I also knew that they knew how I felt about Edward and they would understand… at least I hoped they would understand.
"God, there you are Bella. Class is going to start in like two minutes and you know that is not enough time for me to tell you all about Saturday night with Jasper," Alice whined the second I walked in the classroom.
"I'm sorry. Edward was asking me out," I replied and I felt the goofy grin spread across my face.
"I mean seriously, Bella. It was very inconsiderate for you to make me… wait a second. Did you just say that Edward asked you out?" Alice squealed at me. I turned my goofy smile at her and could help but bounce up and down excitedly with her.
"Yes, I did. That was why he wanted to talk to me. I am so excited!" I squealed like Alice and didn't even cringe at the sound.
"Oh my God, when are you two going out?" she asked. I knew my face fell at that question and Alice cocked her head to stare at me before I saw the understanding flash in her eyes. "Bella, you can't go out with him tonight! We have so much girl talk that needs to be had!"
"I know, but Alice he doesn't have any other day free until Saturday and I just can't wait that long. Please. We'll reschedule for tomorrow night and then I'll have something to add to the conversation," I begged her. Alice pouted as she took her seat behind me.
"Rose is going to be so pissed at me for agreeing to this," she mumbled. I spun around in my seat and pulled her into a tight hug.
"She'll forgive us both and you know it. Thank you so much for understanding. You're coming home with me after school to help me pick out something to wear, right?" I asked knowing that would make her day. As predicted Alice's eyes lit up and a grin spread across her face.
"You really do know the way to my heart. I can't wait, we are going to make you so much more incredibly beautiful than you currently are," Alice clapped her hands and I turned back around in my seat to face the front.
Classes went on rather uneventfully and I was starting to get anxious for lunch. I was hoping that Edward would take a seat with me but I wasn't so sure that he would. I wanted to know what he classified our relationship as. I knew it was childish to want to know if he was my boyfriend but I desperately needed to know if that was what he thought about me.
"We're sitting over here today," Rose stated as she walked Alice and I to an empty table on the other side of the lunch room from where we normally sat.
"Why are we sitting all the way over here?" I asked. I received two exasperated looks causing me to snap my mouth closed.
"God, you are dense Bella. We don't want to be surrounded by everyone while we're with our boys," Rosalie rolled her eyes at me. I sighed knowing that she was still extremely pissed off at me about our 'study night' being moved.
"Why am I sitting over here? Do you honestly think that I want to sit here and watch you guys make out all lunch hour?" I hissed back as we all sat down.
"You always sit with us. We won't be making out the entire hour, I promise," Alice insisted. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest as Emmett slide onto the bench next to Rose. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips and turned to smile at me.
"Hey Bells, heard you got a tattoo," Emmett smiled. Alice and Rosalie gawked at me and I felt my face flush. I hadn't figured out how to tell them about the tattoo yet.
"You did? Why didn't you say something? Where is it? What is it?" Rosalie spat out at me. I shrugged my shoulders and looked down. I spun the cap to my lemonade between my fingers.
"I was going to! I just didn't know how to tell you guys. I can't exactly show it to you guys here at school," I blushed again at the implications of that statement.
"Can't show us what at school?" Jasper asked as he took his seat next to Alice. I shifted uncomfortably at all of the attention they were showing me.
"The tattoo I got last night," I replied. Jasper smiled and winked at me.
"Yeah, Edward mentioned that. He said that his felt good but you seemed like you were in a lot of pain," Jasper explained.
"Nah, she was a trooper because even I have to admit that at first it hurt like hell," I heard Edward's velvety voice behind me before he sat down next to me. He pulled me into a tight hug and pressed a light kiss on the top of my head. I felt my heartbeat quicken and the blush rushing to my face.
"It's on my shoulder blade. The tattoo artist said that I chose one of the most painful spots for my first tattoo especially because I'm so thin and the tattoo was right on the bone," I told them all wincing at the thought of that pain.
"You have so got to go into the bathroom and show us that!" Alice squealed at me. I sighed and shook my head at her.
"We'll go at the end of lunch," I told her. I watched as she pouted and Jasper leaned down to kiss her. It was sweet and I was incredibly jealous of them.
"So did they okay you rescheduling?" Edward whispered in my ear and I nearly jumped out of my seat at the shock. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he laughed and it sent a shiver down my spine. The electric current I felt from his kiss the night before started to buzz in the background of my body.
"Um… yeah, they were very accommodating," I smiled gently looking towards him. The smile that graced his face made my breath catch and my heart pound in my throat. I started at his lips and had the intense urge to press mine to them. The urge caused fantasies of how incredible his lips would feel on my skin and what he could to me with them. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach and stifled the frustrated groan that was building in my throat.
"Great. I've got some great stuff planned for tonight but you might want to dress warm and comfortable," Edward grinned at me and I felt myself melt. I barely registered his comment and tore my eyes away from him to look down at my lunch. I needed to avoid gaping at him all hour.
