DISCLAIMER: the wonderful Stephenie Meyer owns the characters and world of Twilight. Thanks to her for allowing me to sneak in and play make believe.
Warning: Lemony, zesty, pithy, tart, with pips! I've conjured a new word: a "zingfest".
Music: Now to music selection, one of my fave driving tracks – whacked up to volume 12 on the car stereo, bellowing along lustily to Chad Kroeger's wicked lyrics. Yay, it's a Nickelback with "Animals". You'll see why....
CHAPTER 7: GUARDIAN ANGELBPOV:
We were driving out of town for a change of scenery. Edward and I had been getting cabin fever, cooped up in the main house for several days where there was so much emotion and debate. We had spent some fabulous days with our gorgeous Renesmee and the family, but I was finding Rosalie's zealous attention to Renesmee a little overbearing. Jacob was just as bad and with all their squabbling, I needed to take a breather for myself and get a handle on this new set of circumstances. Edward had been an absolute rock, shepherding me through the initial challenges. In fact, he spent most of the time beaming his admiration at me. I wasn't sure I could cope with so much hero-worship! I felt a little like a bird in a gilded cage, cossetted but trapped.
Seeing my gathering tension, Edward had suggested a short drive to a remote coastal location, where we could perhaps walk on the beach together and chill out in the fresh air without an audience watching me like a hawk the whole time. It was just the mental break I needed as the intensity of the past few weeks was catching up with me. We knew that Renesmee would be well taken care of by our family. Esme had also encouraged us to leave the Cullen compound for a couple of hours, just so we could be Bella and Edward as a couple, away from the demands of a child and invasions of vampire super-hearing.
It had been a few days since our mad romp in the woods when we'd made our way back to the cottage towards dawn, covered in debris, looking wild and earthy but smiling happily, quite relaxed. We'd held hands, strolling through the woods, cuddling and talking easily after expending all our energies in some wild rutting. I'd shocked myself at our activities but was held in thrall to Edward's discovery of his sexuality. He really was a typical Gemini – I couldn't keep up with him. He was gloriously commanding and energetic one moment, and then needy and introspective the next. He was a bit of a rollercoaster ride, but that didn't make me love him any less. My active and frenzied participation in our lovemaking had encouraged him to let go a fair bit and each day was bringing a new experience. I wondered when this spell was going to end.
Pulling myself back to the present, I gazed out of the window of the "tank" that Edward was driving, watching the outlying houses of Forks recede into the rear view mirror. My darling husband hadn't got around to taking the Mercedes Guardian back to the dealers yet. Of course I'd laid into him about this car a few weeks ago, arguing he was being over-protective. He later confessed he hadn't made his mind up about whether to keep the Guardian in the longer-term. The fact the car was practically bombproof had been a huge joke to the boys of course. He had not however taken into account that my transformation into a vampire would happen sooner rather than later. He had been counting on Carlisle not going through with his offer post-graduation and then ironically, he himself had been the catalyst for my change by getting me pregnant the first time we had made love on honeymoon. I smiled at that. For all his angst about my human condition, he couldn't control Nature.
It was nice to feel space around us, big skies, ranging hills. I didn't know exactly where Edward was taking us and at that moment I didn't rightly care. I looked at him to my left and smiled again, heaving out a huge sigh.
"A penny for your thoughts?" he asked, after shooting me that crooked smile I loved so much.
"It's a relief to get away from the house for a while. Much as I love your family, it can feel like living in a goldfish bowl at times" I remarked.
"I know, my love, but it's something you will get used to over time. It often helps having them know things about you when we have to spring into action in an emergency." Edward picked up my hand and kissed it, squeezing it and keeping hold of it.
"Yeah, but I don't need them knowing every little detail about me, and what you and I do together".
As the road opened up ahead of us, I relaxed more and more. The leather seats were immensely comfortable and I knew they could recline, heat up, tilt - hell probably even massage. The car had the power that Edward liked in his transport. He was enjoying this drive.
Looking around the interior as a passenger for the first time, I realised just how spacious it was. Big back seat with armrests if you wanted them. Hmm could be a good passion-wagon. I giggled to myself. What is wrong with you? All you can think about is sex! You're supposed to be a sensible mother, for heaven's sake. Hello....I wonder what Edward is thinking about? ...He's suddenly smelling extra musky.
I noticed Edward take a sidelong glance at me. I cocked an eyebrow quizzically at him and asked him the silent question. He just smiled back at me and wrinkled his nose a little. He squeezed my hand again too.
"Nice comfy seats, aren't they?" I mentioned quietly. "I'm not used to being driven around in this thing"
"Not long til we get there, love. I've chosen a nice quiet spot for us, away from pungent people, nosy wolves and uninvited visits by family."
"That's ok Edward, take your time. It's nice just being here with you with no particular plans."
"Oh, my love, I've got plans all right. The balancing of your yin-yang and hopefully some bliss." he threw the comment out there and left it hanging, and then chuckled.
I was hit by another waft of musky scent, the honey-lilac of his soul, like a spray concentrate. Oh he's sending out some waves of love there. It's quite intense in this enclosed space. I shut my eyes and breathed it in deeply. I knew it was a scent I would never ever get tired of.
As I opened my eyes again, Edward reached across and cupped my face. He traced my chin lightly, sending some much needed tenderness my way.
"I'm looking forward to resolving some of that tension for you, love" he muttered, as much to himself as to me.
I smiled and pulled a little face of anticipation. Oh yes, alone time. And what do we do when get alone time? We get it on, for heaven's sake. Well I suppose that has been my piece of heaven on Earth. I mused a bit more. Edward was definitely my brand of heroin now. I was totally addicted to him, enjoying feeding off his energy. Just being with Edward settled my soul - he was my other half, the yang to my yin.
I fiddled with the mechanism on my seat and reclined it back a little. Leaning back, I shut my eyes, listening to the quiet purr of the engine and feeling its gentle vibrations. Mmm soothing. I heard a click and a whir. The soulful strains of Revd Al Green started playing from the speakers – the car evidently had surround-sound and the quality was crisp and clear, even to my new super-hearing. I mentally sang along to the lyrics of the first song.....I'm so tired of being alone, I'm so tired of on my own...... Wow, the Reverend could be in the car with us, it's that good! Not much room for his band though lol....... oh what's he doing.....?
I became conscious of the fact that Edward was unbuttoning my shirt - well his shirt actually as I loved wearing something with his scent on. He gently slid his hand in to cup my breast. Oh, that's nice. I opened an eye and swivelled my head towards Edward. He smiled back at me and used his best hypnotic look to encourage me to stay as I was. Obviously, even though half of his attention was fixed on my breast, and the other half on the road ahead, he did not deviate an inch from the roadway. I had long since learned to trust his driving style.
I stayed motionless and enjoyed Edward's caress. Gentle quivers ran southwards to where my thighs met. After a while, he switched to my other breast and I stretched a little, luxuriating under his tender touch. The quivers continued, quietly but warmly gathering momentum and yet I was still left feeling almost languid. This new body didn't make any sense at all.
After quite a few miles of this gentle attention being paid to me, I found my thoughts turning vaguely lascivious as the quivers stepped up a notch. I was starting to pool comfortably with wetness in my underwear. Really, Edward shouldn't be inviting me to repay his ministrations like that, not while he's driving. Oh my, I don't think I can resist it anymore...Chief Swan's daughter knows it's a crime to even think of it, but it's a downright crime not to.......Right that's it....
I lifted Edward's hand out of my blouse and kissed it. Placing it back at his side, I murmured "Thanks, love, that was nice". He looked at me and tilted his head in a half question. Without saying a word, I reached over and undid his flies. He went to stop me, putting his hand on my wrist and turning towards me, about to admonish me.
"Oh come now Edward, turn about is fair play, isn't it?" Before he could reply, I blew him a kiss and moved over towards him. Unlike the old days when I had a truck with a bench-seat, such manoeuvres took a little more consideration in this car. However, I managed it and saw that Edward was anticipating my next move. He was bulging nicely and had his tongue in his cheek, trying to stifle a smile. Oh yes, my boy, I know you want this. You're going to enjoy this.
With that, I set to work. I released Edward's cock from his underwear and was, as always, stunned at the beautiful sight. The late afternoon sun was shining through the windows, making my boy scintillate. I remembered the first time I had seen this mesmerising spectacle, back on the beach on honeymoon. Holy cow! I'd thought, immobilised with shock and wonder. Although I'd seen it quite a few times since, I didn't think I would ever get bored with it. Come on girl, let's get to it.
I started to stroke him, running my thumb around the tip. Edward flinched for a second. I moistened my hand with some spit and grabbed hold of the length of him, setting up a slow steady rhythm. Edward's posture stiffened. His sharp intake of breath held me fixed on his face. I wanted to watch him as I attended to this part of the action. He kept his face still, periodically shutting his eyes momentarily. His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he battled to concentrate. He thrust into my hand a few times but never deviated from the lines on the tarmac. Strike one for Bella.
I concentrated my efforts on his balls next, cupping them as they tightened under my touch. Hmmm I wonder........I bent over and swiped at them with my tongue. The car veered slightly. Gotcha!
I went back to my hand job and moistened my hand some more. I noticed some fluid seeping, so smeared some of it on my hand and then put my finger in my mouth. He tasted divine. Edward groaned at that. He turned to look at me with heavy lids, his eyes darkest charcoal. His long yearning look had me smiling. I increased the tempo of my strokes and bent down to lick the length of his shaft. Oh my boy, I want to make you happy. I then popped him into my mouth about halfway and tickled the end with my tongue. Edward's automatic reaction was to push further into my mouth. I sucked on him for a while. I could feel the car veering off course now and then and also sense the effort he was making to keep it on track. That's my boy. Great self-control. Let's see how far I can push it.
Quietly working on him, I was quite enjoying myself and could feel myself getting wetter at the prospect of Edward's coming release. I doubted he would be able to keep the car on the road much longer and I was surmising whether we would be testing the car's alleged toughness now I was indestructible. Explain that one to the insurance company....
As those thoughts passed through my head, I felt Edward's hand firmly push me down on him. The car rocked and swayed for a minute or two and then suddenly lurched to a stop. Edward, like a blur, removed himself from my mouth and literally threw me into the backseat. I had barely landed, when he was in the back with me and out of his jeans and boxers. He grabbed hold of me, ripping off my jeans and undies in an instant. Yanking me up by the waist hurriedly, Edward lifted me to face him, legs either side of him, and without a word he firmly sank his shaft straight into me, expelling a huge breath of air as he did so. He groaned deeply, a gutteral moan that vibrated in the core of my body.
I have to say that it wasn't a moment too soon because I was more than ready for him. Edward pulled me forward towards him in a tight hug, as I straddled him on my knees, and he then set the pace of the motion. Having me on top was exquisite as he drove himself into me. His movements hit my little nub of pleasure with an intensity that almost had me crying. Well I certainly cried out, that's for sure. He rained kisses on my face and neck, kissing me deeply. He sucked on my tongue so hard, he threatened to pull it out by the roots. The scent of his arousal was overpowering and I breathed it into my soul.
As the Revd Al's golden voice purred out the lyrics to "Here I am (Come & Take Me)", Edward could feel me losing control steadily and timed things perfectly so we exploded together, shaking, rocking and groaning until I thought he could fill me up no more. I felt his devotion for me spill over in that moment. I soared away with the angels for an instant.
We stayed that way for several minutes until my head reattached itself to my neck and I was coherent again. Edward kept me in his tight embrace. When I looked around me, I could see the windows were all steamed up. Having our own Titanic moment there! The car windows, being tinted black, had afforded us privacy, but I could now see that Edward had somehow had the presence of mind to steer us up a track into woodland before screeching to a halt and throwing me over his shoulder!
Still linked to him, I gave Edward a swift kiss and pulled my face back, cupping either side of his head to look at him smirking.
"What?" he asked, pulling that surprised look he'd used on me quite a bit before.
"Well since we've just made love in your Guardian, I guess that makes you my Guardian Angel."
He laughed, delighted. "Hmmmm, I think I'll keep the car now as I'm growing rather fond of it. It has definite possibilities. In fact, I'd go so far as to say this car rocks!"
I giggled at that. "Well we certainly tested the suspension".
"Now," he continued, snuggling me closer, "would you like me to show you my pistons again?"
A/N: Ye gods, I need a bucket of water after that. Thank you to everyone who has taken the trouble to leave me feedback.
