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Chapter 7-Can a Vampire Pull It Off?
EPOV
I had been absolutely fucking useless all night long. The only things I had been capable of were 1) replaying every memory of Bella I had, save for the last one; 2) smell that fucking apple every 10 seconds; and 3) jack off.
I hated beating off, but it had become a necessary part of life the last several years. The moment I walked into my room, I dropped my bag and sat on the end of the bed, cradling that apple like it was the Holy Grail. My mind immediately recalled Bella and I was lost in my memories until I heard the voice from the room below mine.
"Fan- fucking- tastic. Not only am I a freak of nature, but now the housekeeper will think I am incontinent as well."
The voice was muffled by the layers of concrete and insulation that separated the rooms, but my mind immediately decided that the voice belonged to Bella. The five hours of listening to EverClear in the car and the discovery of the paperweight had pushed everything else in my head away. There was room for nothing but her.
The guest below me was also partially responsible for my preoccupation with my own anatomy. There was the distinct aroma of arousal in the air, and again, my brain decided that it was Bella. I had smelled that particular fragrance enough to recognize it, but given the bizarre turn of events this evening, the logical side of my brain failed to make any distinction between what I actually smelled and what I wanted to smell.
That thought led to shower #1. I thought if I could just release the pent up energy, I could settle myself down and try to figure out what the hell was going on. No such luck. The moment I stepped from the shower, venom still running down the tile walls, I smelled the apple again. Instantly, I was hard as fucking granite.
So I grabbed my bag and pulled the strawberry shampoo from the outside pocket. This was an indulgence that I allowed myself only in the last couple of years. The synthetic fruit-scented soap alone was not nearly the same as having it mingled with her intoxicating scent. But for my activities it would have to do.
Hence, shower #2. I stepped into the hot water, again, and leaned my back against the tile walls. The apple was on the counter of the sink, so the steam quickly stirred her scent into the air. I closed my eyes and let myself go.
We were in the meadow, sprawled out on a blanket underneath the stars. Her body was naked and lay bare beneath me. Her soft hips were pressed against mine, the skin warm and inviting. I hovered above her, drinking in her beauty beneath me. Her full plump lips were parted and her eyes were closed. Her breath was ragged and her chest heaved with her desire. Her fingers, tiny and burning, ran up and down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
I lowered myself to her and kissed her with all the passion I had. I wanted her to feel my love in every pore of her skin, in every muscle in her body, in every drop of her blood. I felt her shift as her legs wrapped around me. I buried my head in her shoulder, smothering my nose in her hair.
This is the part were I always had to open my eyes and find the small bottle of shampoo. I poured a large amount in my hand and dropped the bottle to the edge of the shower. I rubbed my hands together so that they were both coated in the pink liquid and leaned my head back once more. I gripped myself tightly with both hands, painfully anxious to continue my daydream.
My hips pushed forward and I entered her as gently as possible. There would be time later for hard and fast. But I wanted to savor every second of this perfect feeling. She was so hot and tight around me. The incredible heat against my arctic cock was almost unbearable. As I slid in further, I felt her slick moisture envelop me. So tight and so fucking wet…and just…fucking perfection. Wet for me. No other. My hips found a rhythm of their own as I pumped in and out. In and out. Over and over and over. Never speeding up and never slowing down. Her name fell from my lips again and again.
Her eyes looked up at me with love and longing. She loved me and knew that I loved her. She wanted me just as I had always wanted her. There was no tension or pain or anger between us. Only love. She was mine and I was hers. Eternally.
My cock twitched with anticipation and my hips moved a little faster. Soon. Very soon. I felt her clench her perfect pussy against me and it was my undoing. I came hard. Every muscle in my body locked down and I let out a feral growl of pleasure.
And then I opened my eyes to find not our meadow, but the clinical shower and my venom running down the wall yet again. Disgusted with myself, I pulled out of the shower and began to dry off.
This particular pattern repeated itself 5 more times in the next 6 hours. I really did need to get a grip. If Bella ever found out what a fucking pervert I had turned into, she would be disgusted. Or maybe not. Bella never did have a problem showing me her love physically. It was always me and my prude ass that pulled away.
Ok, this line of thought was going to get me no where.
The knock on my door pulled me from my musings. I knew it was Alice, even without hearing her voice in my head telling me to put on some boxers at least.
"I really don't want that particular visual of you brother dear." She chirped her way into my room. "Come on, were going to breakfast."
The only response I had was to cock an eyebrow at her. What in the hell did she mean "breakfast"? We had just hunted yesterday. Even Emmett's appetite wasn't that big.
"Breakfast as in, we are going to go downstairs, order 2 cups of coffee and then go find Blood Lust." She stopped in front of the dresser in the room and inhaled deeply. "Wow, that apple packs a punch doesn't it? That almost smells like it's in the room."
"Alice, can I not just stay here? I really don't want to go sight seeing with you today." I noticed that the person in the room below me was starting to stir. They were going to be very tired today. The breathing pattern and heart rate never did fall into the deep sleep pattern I had become so familiar with. I kind of felt bad for whoever it was.
"Edward, we can do this simply or we can do this the hard way. But in the end, you are going to Blood Lust with me. I will have the best seats in the house and you will tell me which ones those are by looking around the club. It's non-negotiable."
"What would the hard way entail?"
"Me asking your brothers if a vampire can actually pull it off. Really, Edward, 7 times? That has got to be a record of some sort."
"Fucking kill me now. I cannot believe you saw that with enough detail to pick up on the exact number of times. Why not just light my ass now and be done with it?"
"Don't be silly. Everyone does it, just maybe not quite as much." Her evil little smirk did not make me feel any better; as I am sure she was quite aware.
"Come on. Get your ass dressed and I'll meet you downstairs in 10 minutes. God knows you shouldn't need a shower."
Fuck me this is going to be a long weekend.
Chapter Notes: Ok, guys, we're getting a lot of reads, so let's see if we can get a little higher number of reviews. PLEASE???!!! Reviews are better than being in the shower with Edward…ok, well that's a lie, but you get the picture. Motivation for a double update up for grabs.
