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Previously…
Please, stop it Bella, I begged to her in my mind. I can't stand this. I just want to come up there and take you right now.
Come up then, I heard Bella say, and then her presence in my mind disappeared as suddenly as it had come.
I ran my hands through my hair as I leaned against the mantelpiece. I couldn't go upstairs now. What would happen if we started to do what she was thinking in my mind before?
It would be wonderful and mind-blowing… I thought, and then inwardly hit myself.
I couldn't go upstairs. If I did, I knew what it would lead to. And Alice was sitting right in this room, eager to find some way to get Bella back for making Jasper strip. If Alice was against Bella, then I was automatically included in that. Alice would find some way to intrude at the most embarrassing time.
No, I couldn't go upstairs. I was just going to have to last out for now.
Bella's POV
Who would have known that so much fun could be derived from teasing Edward? I know some monk or something would probably tell me off for using my power not for the 'greater good', but honestly I didn't care. I was having too much fun to stop.
Edward… I whispered again in his mind. Come upstairs now and we can play a game…
He didn't reply, but I thought I could hear him grinding his teeth all the way from downstairs.
You can choose the game… I'll do anything you want… I said softly.
There was silence for several long seconds, and then quietly: I don't trust you.
Trust me to do what? I said innocently. Why, Edward… I'm a very good girl. I've already promised that I'll do anything you want. Give me orders and I'll carry them out to the letter. I am your slave.
Bella. Stop it, please. You are driving me crazy!
And I believed him; lots of steamy images burst their way to the front of his mind where I could see them, before he coughed- embarrassed- and forced them out of his mind.
Edward Cullen! I wouldn't have expected it from you!
I heard an exasperated sigh and giggled to myself. There was another silence, before Edward thought again in a very different tone.
Sorry, Bella. That was rude of me. If I offended you in any way, I apologise profusely.
Typical Edward! Such a gentleman! I decided to play along.
Well, I didn't much like the one where you had tied me up against the bedposts, I thought, it was very degrading.
Oh, Bella, it was disgusting of me. I try so hard not to be like those boys—
Honestly, I thought, interrupting him, the way men treat women these days! As if we are their possessions, or merely toys they will throw away when they've finished with—
Bella, I'm really sorry, Edward thought, I didn't mean it in that way, I promise.
And then I heard a small tentative knock and Edward peeped his head around the bedroom door.
"I'm sorry Bella," he murmured.
I pretended to huff, and he came closer into the room.
I looked the opposite way from him, but I could still hear his soft footsteps over my carpet. And then he was right beside me, his sweet smell almost too much to bear. I wanted to taste his lips, which were at that moment teasing my ear. I really shouldn't, if I wanted to keep pretending I was annoyed… I was just working up the energy and resolve to push him away, when I felt his tongue flick out and touch my ear. And I couldn't help the breathless giggle that burst from my mouth.
"Bell-aa," he said, drawing out the last syllable of my name in his velvet voice, as his tongue sucked on my earlobe. I arched my neck to give him more access to it. "How can I ever make it up to you…?"
I felt a smile creep onto my face. Oh, yes!
"I don't know, Edward," I said, "Once you've said something like that, then there's no going back."
"I told you I didn't mean it," he purred. He hadn't been touching me with anything but his tongue before, but now I felt the palm of his hand come to rest on my lower back. I felt a little shiver run down my spine and I'm sure he noticed, because in a sudden second he had hitched my leg up over his hip and had me pressed against the far wall.
My gasp punctured the silence. He didn't speak, just distracted me as his hand drifted lightly down my arm to fan out on my thigh. His lips travelled from my neck, down my side and then to my other hip, where he rubbed little circles on my bare skin with his thumb. I felt my muscles tense up with shock, and then breathed out deeply in one long sigh.
"Do you forgive me?" he purred, his soft lips millimetres away from mine. I looked up from watching them and into his eyes, which were smouldering under his luscious black lashes. His gaze was intense and warm, yet around the edges of his eyes the colour was darker with desire.
I forced my lips to form coherent words. "No. Let me down…"
"Forgive me," he said again, his forehead resting against mine, his lips still tauntingly close but not yet touching.
"No," I murmured. I felt his hand running up my thigh and across my backside, where pressure was applied that forced me even closer to his body, which felt almost warm to me. So inviting…
"You're mine," he whispered.
"Yes," I said.
"No one else's," I heard him whisper, though he wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. His hands seemed to be everywhere- running through my hair; cupping my face; stroking my thigh tenderly and seductively. His eyes were ablaze with raw emotion that he didn't bother to hide. When I closed my eyes, he was what I saw behind my lids.
"No one else's," I agreed.
I almost overbalanced when his hands suddenly dropped from my hair to my other leg, which was currently holding me up, though I didn't need much support- being pushed up against a wall and all. He lifted my other leg suddenly, and wrapped it around his waist. His breathing was becoming laboured and short as he panted for breath, only leaning back occasionally to distinguish one wonderful kiss from another.
With his eyes in the state they were in, and all the teasing I had put his mind through before, I had expected him to be rougher, or hungrier, than he was. His kisses were surprisingly tender and gentle, though filled with so much love that it made me pant.
He was showing me how different he was from those boys who had always thought dirty things about me back in school.
"I forgive you," I whispered quickly, when he gave me a second free of his tantalisingly desirable lips.
"Mm-hm," he said, with a strange tone in his voice, "Of course you do."
I leaned backwards, as much as he let me, and put one finger over his mouth to stop him kissing me. I raised one eyebrow, telling him with my eyes to time out for a second, and he nodded. I dropped my finger from his lips, which were heaving as he panted for breath, to rest on his muscled shoulder.
I was going to glance about the room, to check that no one was hanging about with a digital camera, when my eyes were immediately drawn by his slightly swollen, red lips. The perfect curve of his mouth was smooth and full, and I could just see one of his glittering white incisor teeth through the gap of his parted lips. I watched his breath going in and out of his mouth with a bemused expression on my face.
"You wanted to say something?" he said with a raised eyebrow that reached the messy bronze hairline of his.
Watching his lips carefully, I saw a crooked smile creep across his face. I raised my gaze to his eyes, which were sparkling with amusement. I noticed that his eyes, that had been so blood red before, were gradually changing into a fiery orange. I wondered when mine were going to turn gold- if it would be weeks, months, or years before I didn't look like a newborn.
"Huh?" I mumbled, suddenly remembering that he had spoken.
I had made him laugh, and he threw back his head- his body shaking with laughter. Unfortunately, as I was still currently wrapped around his waist, I got jiggled around too.
"Stop it," I said, "You're shaking me too, when you laugh!"
This only made it worse.
"You-can't-look-away-from-me," he said smugly, tapping my nose with a long finger after every word.
"I can practically taste the satisfaction, Mr. Cullen."
He smiled, and let me down like I had asked about fifteen minutes ago. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I stumbled sideways, and felt Edward's hands catch my shoulders and heard his sharp intake of breath.
And then I straightened up and smirked at him. "You just love catching me, don't you?"
"Maybe," he said with a grin.
"Do you think I'd still be falling over if I didn't know how much you get turned on by it?" I said cheekily, dancing away from him.
"Excuse me?" he said, straightening up.
"Emmett told me," I winked, "He said you told him. And apparently you like my blush very much too."
Edward's eyes widened, and then he shouted, "I told him that in confidence!"
"So its true?" I pressed, knowing I'd won.
Edward didn't answer. He just stood there- his fists clenched, his breath going in and out in little whooshes, and his jaw taut.
I sniggered, picked my sunglasses up from my beside table, pulled on a jacket, and swept towards the door.
"I'm going shopping," I said, laughing to myself, "I'll leave you boys to fight it out between each other."
Edward stared at me.
"And Edward?" I said, my hand on the doorknob, turning to face him.
"Yes?" he said softly, but his eyes betrayed his frustration with his brother.
"Don't let Emmett win."
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The plot will get moving in the next chapter, I promise.
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