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A/N: Super huge apology to everyone out there who have been patiently waiting for an update for I&E. If you care to know: These last three months have been somewhat rough on me (loss in the family / got sick / moved / having surgery for the first time) and with the holidays, I'm sure it will only get more … interesting. I have been asked if I'm continuing this story or not… of course! This update should only solidify that question— I'm definitely not done with this story! Dr. Masen & Isabella have A LOT to say and we are only getting started! So, with that being said, thanks to everyone for your encouragement, tweets, reviews, alerts and favorites- they mean the world to me, I thank you!
Super Special Thanks: To my new beta, StAngelS (Twitter: St_Angel_S) and to my pre-reader, vampire_craze (my own personal little peanut gallery! LOL)!
WARNING: This is NSFW (You're welcome! LOL) and not to be read while you're at work, she-who-shall-not-be-mentioned LOL! The following chapter has received a very special "super yummy" mention and the use of high-powered fans on-hand afterwards for immediate cool down were in request (LOL!) by the lovely StAngelS, I hope you agree… Enjoy!
PREVIOUSLY - Ch 9 for Interviews & Evaluations – "I'm With You"
"Are you fully satisfied now?"
"No, Isabella. I, too, want more."
INTERVIEWS & EVALUATIONS
CHAPTER TEN – RUSH
Playlist: Ferras [featuring Katy Perry] – Rush; Paula Cole - Feelin' Love; Ray Lamontagne – Please.
Once again, I knew I was dreaming because this was simply just too good to be true. I was floating. Was I an angel, too, just like my Mom?
"Bella, I'm here. I'm with you." I heard her angelic voice call out to me.
It was haunting but in a comforting way, "Mom? Mom, where are you? I can't— I don't see you," I looked around, I wanted to see her. Where is she? I yearned for these dreams, I knew they wouldn't last forever, but I was definitely hopeful. I was always hanging onto every moment in my dreams. God, I missed her.
I was on the shore as she floated towards me over the water, her slender frame layered with cascading layers of fabrics of satin and lace. She was the epitome of an angel. The sun was setting behind her as she smiled warmly at me. She looked so happy and healthy, her long auburn hair flowing in gorgeous curls cascading over her shoulders. As soon as I saw her, my eyes welled up with tears. Tears of happiness.
Momma.
"Bella," she called my name, "You must listen to your heart."
"I am, Mom, I mean… I will."
"It will be okay."
"How will I know?"
"Just trust me."
"I always have, Mom."
"That's my baby girl." She smiled, her laughter trickling down like notes on a piano.
"Mom, I've missed you so much. I know I tell you that all the—"
"I know, baby, I know," she interrupted, holding her hand out towards me but I couldn't reach it. If only she were closer, just a little bit closer…
"There's something you should know. I need you to listen, okay, baby?" Her eyes changed from a lighthearted glow to warm and meaningful. I noticed her facial expression had changed as well. I nodded my head as I tried to lean in close, hanging onto her every word.
"I'm always listening, I'm ready."
"He's—"
"He? He who, Mom?" I interrupted her with my mental thought process. Shh, stupid let her talk! She's trying to tell you something important!
"Isabella, just listen," she replied softly with a smile before continuing, "He's—"
Suddenly, with a force, we both were pulled away from each other and started floating further and further away until she was gone.
"Mom! Mom, wait!" I cried out for her, reaching out to grab her and pull her back but it was too late.
You ever have one of those dreams where you are falling and your body finally realizes it and jolts you awake? Yeah, this is totally one of those dreams.
My body shook itself awake; my eyes flashed open as I clutched my sheets. What the hell? The bright light from the morning was shining through the window, passing through the sheer curtains as I pulled the sheets over my head, rolling over.
Ugh, bright light! Too bright.
As I rolled over the warmth of my bed was comforting. Ahh, warm bed. Hmm... My cozy and completely warm bed. Not just on my side, but all over. Uhh…
Wait.
I sat up quickly in my bed. I looked over at my clock.
7:34 A.M.
Seriously? And I'm wide awake now. Ugh!
Sitting up, I placed my hands to my side. I felt over on the other side of the bed, running my left hand over the cool, white linen pillowcase. The pillow was cool. Hmm...
Nahhh… I'm just imagining things. You're so silly, Bella. Must have just dreamed it up or something. What a great imagination you have.
I shook my head, crawling out of bed, deciding that a shower would be the best way to go ahead wake up and clear my head. As much as I loved having the dreams of my mother, they occasionally or generally left me confused as hell. I know she was trying to tell me something, if only my dream-self would shut the hell up and listen to her, that'd be great.
As the water for my shower warmed up, I retraced the evening before in my mind. The shock of seeing Edward at Alice and Jasper's dinner party and actually seeing his Physician's Assistant there as his date was a little too weird for my taste. The best part was that she actually had the balls to stand up to Emmett, which was great and quite enjoyable and the fact that he didn't have the nuts to follow-up on it.
If you had told me before getting ready for their dinner party that Edward would be returning with me afterwards, I wouldn't have ever believed you. Yeah, right! The idea of him even being there in the first place was unbelievable.
As soon as I lathered up my body, I scrubbed myself down with my loofah and let the water pour over my body and allowed it to wash away all my worries and cares. The warm shower felt refreshing to my worn out body. I giggled to myself as I remembered our sexual escapades from the night before. A blush began to spread over my skin, remembering as I moved my loofah over my body, over the exact spots where his lips had seductively trailed across. He made me feel things in ways I had never felt before. Emotions I had never knew existed, the door of sensuality opening and going to a completely different level I had never discovered before.
Turning off the water with a quick twist of the knob, I rung out my hair of any remaining water droplets, grabbed my bathrobe, and slipped it on, tying it closed at my waist.
I was clearly in shock and going delirious. Yes, that must be it; it seems I have absolutely lost my mind.
X O X O X O
Sitting on my bed as I cooled down from my shower, I began to think more clearly about what exactly happened last night. More importantly, how in the hell did we get here? Everything had all started at Alice and Jasper's house…
I can go back inside. I can do this…
"So, who's ready for dessert?" Alice beamed as she entered the living room doorway carrying a tray full of plated desserts.
Of course, all the guys said they wanted to try the dessert Jasper gushed over at the dinner table. You offer a man a dessert and there aren't many that would turn that opportunity down. As Alice had divulged at the dinner table, she had a new recipe she was going to share with everyone tonight. After Jasper's glowing review, their mouths were all salivating with delight. Rosalie politely declined, but I knew better than to refuse Mrs. Whitlock's homemade apple crumble pie.
As soon as everyone had their respective pie, Alice – the ever-lovely hostess made rounds refilling coffee cups as we sat together, enjoying our conversation in their inviting living room.
The room had been decorated in a very warm and cozy motif, flanked on each side were two oversized olive green couches, two elegant wingback chairs, and a large, overstuffed leather armchair, which Jasper had called dibs on as his 'throne'. Their mantle was decked out with a variety of decorative lit candles glowing against the brick and their own personal photo gallery of family and friends, myself included of course, and you couldn't miss her wedding day photograph, as it was one of the largest pieces of art on display. I smiled to myself in that moment as I thought back to that day; she was definitely one of the most beautiful brides I had ever seen.
We sat around enjoying chatter, the guys were talking about sports, and somehow I had been suckered into a shopping trip with Alice and Rosalie.
Umm… yeah, that won't be awkward. Nope, not at all.
The alcohol from the wine had given me a slight buzz, but the warmth of the coffee was setting me in the right direction. I was feeling more of a buzz from my sensual moment with Dr. M- ugh, Edward. I still had to get used to calling him Edward.
As I sipped the last of my coffee and my dessert plate was now clear of any evidence of leftovers, I took a deep breath. Now, if I could only find the courage to stand up and leave.
Alice never made my leaving easy and quite frankly, I had hoped for another chance to talk to Edward but finding a chance to do that here while everyone was around seemed a little too obvious and very uncomfortable to me.
"Well, I should get going. I have a super busy day tomorrow." I stood up from the couch, placing my dessert plate on the coffee table.
Edward's eyes shot up from his coffee cup, breaking his conversation with Emmett about a possible upcoming television show appearance. Rosalie had joined in their conversation and it was flowing heavily between the three of them until I stood up.
"Aw, okay, I'm so glad you came, Bells." Alice slightly whined as she walked over and hugged me tightly. "You know, you can totally crash here if you need to, right?"
"No, I mean, yeah, I know but I'm totally fine now. The coffee helped, I promise." I smiled, ending our hug. She held onto my arms, pulling back and smiling at me.
"Okay, just call me when you get home, okay? Otherwise, you know I'll just worry about you."
"Of course, Ali, I will." I promised, "Good night everyone, it was nice visiting with you all. I'm just beat and I need to go home."
Everyone said their goodbyes, Emmett came over and hugged me goodbye, which only made me sad as I had missed his warm, bear hugs lately.
With a short trip upstairs and my messenger bag strapped over my shoulder, I walked out the front door and headed towards my truck. As I looked over my shoulder, waving goodbye, I could see Alice grilling Edward over the coals about something, but didn't know what exactly.
As I walked outside, my efforts were stumbling, as I couldn't wrap my head around what exactly had happened this evening. All I knew was that I should just probably go home, take a shower, and just head straight to bed and be finished with this day already. I didn't know how much more I could take!
Yeah, I just needed to sleep this whole situation— this whole evening— off.
Trekking down the driveway, fate laughed in my face when the heel of my shoe had somehow become wedged in one of their chunkier pieces of gravel and therefore created the comedic scene of me tripping as per usual. Clutching my bag close to me, I was rather lucky when my fall was saved due to good ol' Rusty. Thanks, boy.
I brushed myself off, randomly cursing at my stupidity before reaching in my bag and pulling out my keys. Then, they dropped to the ground.
"Shit!" I groaned, cursing aloud before asking myself, crouching down to the ground, "Ugh! Seriously?"
"Isabella! Wait," that noticeable voice called out to me, startling me.
I shook in place; I thought I had been alone.
Kneeling down to the ground as graceful as possible, I glanced up to find his piercing green eyes searching mine, "Isabella, let me help you."
"Edward," I breathed his name.
"Are you quite all right?" He had knelt down as well, grabbing my keys before I could. Holding them in his hands, he slid them into his leather coat pocket so he could reach his hands out towards me, offering assistance on my way back up. My hands were placed over his muscular arms covered in leather as we made our way back up together. Becoming acclimated to my clumsy balance, he pressed my back against my truck; his eyes were seeking me out, his face incredibly close to mine. His hands were at my waist, gripping at me, holding me up. I didn't need the help but I wasn't about to say anything.
"I'm fine; I just need to get home. I should just go to bed." I figured if I kept saying it, maybe I would believe it.
"I understand." He looked me over, "Isabella, won't you let me drive you to your flat? You probably shouldn't drive right now."
"You probably shouldn't drive."
"I'm not as pissed as you are, miss," he smirked and raised his eyebrow as he was literally upping the ante. Give me your best shot, he was figuratively begging.
"I'm fine," I replied before adding, "really."
"Shall I proceed with a sobriety test then?" he smirked once again and we both laughed, he looked briefly at the ground before our eyes connected again. "Look, Isabella, I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you knowing that I could have prevented it."
"Edward, I-" I began but he held his hand out towards me to interrupt, waving off my plea, "At least, let me follow you to your flat?"
"You want to follow me home?"
"It is either that or I drive you myself." He countered, standing firm in his stance.
"Is that so?" I smiled up at him, cocking my eyebrow at him.
"It is the very least I can do," he replied before adding, "Please?"
"Then you can follow me home then. The last thing I need is Alice freaking out that I've wondered off by myself on the farm and goes looking after me when she sees my truck still here. I'd never hear the end of it."
"Oh, you have brought up a valid point," he smiled as he opened the driver door of my truck, motioning me inside and handed me my keys from his pocket.
"Thank you, sir," I replied, placing my keys in the ignition and started the rattle and roll that is my truck's engine.
"Anytime, ma'am," he responded faking a terrible Southern accent, which I couldn't help but laugh in response.
As I was seated in the driver's seat, he shut the door behind me and reached for his own keys in his pants pocket. He placed his thumb on a key fob, pressing a button, which activated his car's engine and caused the headlights to flash once.
Fancy.
Yes, of course, he would be driving the luxury vehicle parked directly behind me. I had eyed it before making my way to my truck. I had recognized Alice's Porsche and Jasper's extended cab, and immediately recognized Emmett's vintage blue sports car with the white racing strip down the center. Therefore, I had figured it was either Edward's SUV or Rosalie's as there was one red sports coupe parked in the other line of cars.
Now, waiting for his next move, I looked in the rearview mirror, I looked at his sweet ride. It was a tan or maybe it was a champagne color, a four-door Land Rover. It was beautiful, sleek, and most likely brand new. I was waiting for one of Barker's beauties* to come around the corner and start modeling it off at retail value.
His luxury SUV could probably have tap-danced circles around my pathetic old truck. Sorry, Rusty.
I saw his headlights flash once more behind me as he began to pull out from behind me.
The next twenty minutes were going to be long and arduous. I griped the steering wheel as my thoughts were heavily oscillating and going over different scenarios and plans in my head as the city lights whipped passed beside me. I tried to shake them away but every time I would look into my rearview mirror while changing lanes, there would be a solid reminder of what was to come in the next few minutes. Yes, there was a sexy doctor following behind me in his fuck hot SUV. Yes, he was following me to my place. What in the hell did that really mean?
X O X O X O
It was definitely a long-ass car ride and having my thoughts to myself was almost torturous, as I arrived even more confused than I had started out on my drive home.
We arrived to my condominium, the sky a perfect night drop, the exterior lights exposing the white brick of the building, displaying the abstract artwork, which hung from each black, cast iron balcony. The sun burst metal reminiscent to a blazing sunset on a summer's day, orange and vibrant.
As I parked in my parking spot, Edward pulling up next to the curb in the visitors parking, we turned off our engines.
I honestly didn't know what was going to happen next and this made me extremely nervous. I couldn't get a hold of myself.
Was this it? Was he just honestly making sure I made it home safely and that was all? Should I invite him inside for coffee? Okay, okay, more coffee? Would he at least walk me to my door?
What the hell am I doing? What the hell is he doing?
My mind was racing a mile a minute when there was quick tap against my driver's side window. I jumped in my seat, gasping as I looked over to find Edward standing next to my door.
"Jesus, Edward," I gasped, clutching my chest.
He chuckled, shaking his head, "So, this is what your flat looks like."
I looked at him inquisitively, "I thought you said you brought me home that night?"
"I did, I just… um, don't remember…" He looked down before replying, shrugging as he sighed, looking back up at me, "I'm honestly just trying to make conversation. Let's get you inside."
"Okay." I reached over to the passenger side, grabbing my bag and turning to reach for the door handle.
"Allow me," he grinned, holding the door open for me and holding his hand out for my assistance, accepting it as I climbed out of the truck.
"Thank you," I replied softly as he locked the door, shutting it behind me.
X O X O X O
"So," I announced awkwardly, dropping my keys in the bowl on the console table, "this is my place."
I placed my bag beneath the table, on the ground in a basket. I looked over at him, watching him as he viewed my place for the first time. It was almost as if I was waiting for some kind of response when he turned around, smiling warmly at me.
"Um, would you like to stay for a little bit?" I asked him nervously and smiled when he nodded in response, "Can I take your coat?"
"Of course, thank you." He removed his leather jacket, handing it to me. I turned around and hung on the wall hook by the front door.
As I turned back around, I took him into my view and watched his every move. He stepped further into my living area, looking around at my things. I could suddenly understand how he might have felt as he discovered me looking over his things in his office. What would he think of my home? What was he thinking in general?
"It's lovely, Isabella" he smiled in response, as if he could read my mind, "I believe it suits you. Quite well, indeed."
"Thank you," I smiled.
He walked back over to me and we stood nervously in front of each other, not really knowing what to do next.
"Would you like some coffee?"
"More coffee?" he smiled.
"Sure or anything else? Water? I have juice and soda, too."
We settled on coffee and while I made it, we shared enjoyable conversation as he sat on one of my barstools while I moved around the kitchen with preparations. Every so often, I would turn around to find him watching me or as he called it, "getting caught in the act." I couldn't help but laugh, I probably even blushed a little, it was so cute.
While the coffee pot was about half-way from being finished, I offered him a bottle of water while we waited.
We joked about the evening and our friends. I joked about the irony of our situation, how we ended being friends of friends, how he ended up as my doctor.
"I believe there's a saying that goes along the lines of everything in life happening for a reason or another, yes?" he asked nervously as he played with the label from his bottle.
"Yeah," I softly replied adding, "definitely." I looked away unsure where this moment would take us and quickly took a sip of my bottled water.
Beep! Beep!
Saved by the bell, it seemed; my coffee pot alerted me that the coffee was ready. I leaned up from the counter and walked over to my coffee station. Raising myself up on my tiptoes, I reached for two coffee mugs from the cabinet and began to pour the steaming liquid into each mug. After searching in the cabinet below, I found a tray to load everything on to and deliver it to my small bistro-style table and he followed me, taking a seat as well.
"This is very lovely, Isabella, thank you."
Placing the mugs, the cream and sugar bowls on the table, the tray was now empty and I placed it on the countertop.
"You haven't had my coffee, yet, so save your thanks until then." I chuckled as he methodically eyed his steaming cup of coffee, only moment away from serving and drinking it. His eyebrow arched up, his mouth open in a gape as if he was worried, "I'm totally kidding, please go ahead."
He joined in my laugher, shaking his head with a crooked smile and we continued our conversation, which surprisingly flowed very well.
"I quite like your flat," he smiled as he looked around again, "it reminds me of one I had back home."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, before I moved back to the States actually."
"Back?"
"Well, I lived here with my Aunt and Uncle for a while – for a few occasional summers, I mean, and then I moved back home only to return later… and here we are."
"Yes, here we are." I looked up, repeating his words as I smiled, sipping my coffee.
We stared momentarily into one another's eyes before breaking the gaze we shared and both of us taking a slow sip from our cups.
Nervously, the conversation dwindled down as we simply enjoyed one another's company. The sexual tension was so intense and palpable as we flirted with each other, excited that it wasn't just a one-time thing; that the feelings were still there. That we could still carry on a conversation and get along with one another.
I cleared my throat, which called his attention; he looked up at me from his coffee cup. His long eyelashes were shielding his beautiful green eyes as he gave me a once over.
Out of nowhere, I mustered up the courage to go there. To ask the one question that had been on my mind since he confessed his own realization of that evening.
"So, why don't you remind me about the night you brought me home?" I quickly took one last sip and placed it down on the table.
He smirked as he raised his eyebrow, "Oh, you would like to know about that, hmm?"
"Yes," I replied quickly, adding, "Please."
He tipped his cup back as he took in one last drop, placing it empty on the table. He quickly stood up, grabbing a napkin and wiped his mouth and hands.
Oh, God, no! Have I gone too far? He's going to leave… No, please don't go… Please?
As he was standing next to me, he extended his right hand towards me. Without much thought, I instinctively reached up to him as he winked at me, pulling me up and into his body.
"Follow me."
He led me towards the front door, and turned me, placing my back against the door.
He took a deep breath and began to retrace our steps from our first evening together.
"Let's see here… first, I brought you inside. You were incredibly clumsy in your step, so you were holding onto me rather tightly and I didn't seem to mind, love." He winked, a mischievous grin appearing across his face, "And, um, as we walked in the doorway, you tried to control the… situation and pressed me up against the door." He spun us around so that his back was against the wall now, "You're hands were in my hair." He placed my hands in his hair as he remembered them being, except this time, placing his hands over my own and squeezed several times as he guided my fingers through his hair. His eyes closed momentarily as he felt the sensation of my tugging on his gorgeous locks. Seconds later, his eyes flash opened to find my eyes staring at him fascinated in the situation we found ourselves in. He grinned to himself as he simply implied that I was not only touching his hair that night, but also literally grabbing it.
"I was forced to seek deep down inside, fighting with every fiber of my being to not swap sides with you and ravish you once again, right then, and right there."
My eyes looked directly into his as he spoke, listening to his words, his emotions and seeing the passion in his eyes.
"You were rather… affectionate, I guess you could say? It was dreadfully excruciating to tell you 'no,' it pained me to walk away- quite lit'rally."
"Oh, my God," I breathed harshly as I listened to him talk about his first visit to my home.
He moved us as he spoke, following along with the events of that night, "I turned us around and pressed you against the wall. I'll be honest, I gave you a good snog, love, at least I thought it was but- I wasn't about to do anything you would regret, let alone not remember, we had already done so much and—"
I am so pathetic, I thought to myself as I clasped my hand over my mouth in shock.
He moved my hand away from my face, capturing my chin in his grasp, "You're not pathetic, love," Oh, my God, did I say that out loud?
What I'm trying to tell you is that I felt— no, I feel exactly the same way. I had to tell you 'no,' when all I wanted to tell you was 'yes'."
He leaned in, pressing me against the door. "I want to tell you 'yes' tonight. Please, Isabella, let me tell you 'yes'."
"Yes." The words were caught in my throat, but I gasped them, "God, yes…" My heart was already rapidly beating out of control, I was panting for air as I silently begged all that was good and mighty to let him have his way with me.
He reached up grabbing my arms and pulled them over my head, placing them against the door, holding them in place.
"I want to show you everything we could have had that night, how things should have been. Not in a bloody loo or against a bloody tree… in a bed with candles and music playing. I just want to show you everything, love."
Rendered speechless, I leaned my head back against the door; he pressed his lips against my throat and worked his way up my jaw line to my earlobe gently sucking and kissing as he went. His hot breath against my skin was sending insatiable sensations all over my body.
My hands escaped his grasp, moving down the curves of his muscular arms, and sneakily trailed them across his chest. His lips curled at the touch of my hands on him, forming a crooked smile as he was receiving something he wanted and craved— my touch. He pressed against me, attacking my lips with a kiss; my hands flattened between us, pressing against his chest.
Pulling away from our kiss, I wrapped my fingers around his silk tie and gave him a gentle push backwards. He took the step back as he looked at me inquisitively wondering why exactly I was pushing him away. His facial expression read to me, Silly girl.
With his tie wrapped around my fingers, I tugged, instructing him to follow behind me as we made our way to my dark bedroom, the sheer curtains allowing only the city's street lights to peak through.
I looked up at him, quirking my eyebrow as he backed me up against the bedroom wall.
He pulled me back towards him and then quickly turned me around as I was now facing away from him. He brushed my curls away from my shoulders, draping my long curls over my left shoulder, running his hand down my spine to my backside. His fingertips caressing my neckline as he leaned in, tenderly kissing my collarbone. I leaned back, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer attacking his lips and claiming them for the evening. When we broke for air, he held me tighter than he had before, his waist pressed against my ass and his strong hands clutching my waist. When he released me, I was already aching for his hold on me. He trailed his fingertips upwards through the trail of my zipper until he reached the top, grabbing the pull and sliding it down. As the zipper separated, there was a sudden draft in the room, which sent chills throughout my body and across my naked backside. My dress was now pooled at my feet as he had allowed it to drop slowly to the ground.
I feel the heat spread throughout my body as I knew his eyes were fully taking me in. Then his hands found their place back at my waist, his hands gripping and his breathing was heavy in my ear. The evidence of his excitement over our current predicament proved to me that he wanted this just as badly as I did, as he was pressed behind me again.
"Holy fuck, you look ravishing, Isabella," he growled, pressing himself against me, kissing my neckline and trailing up my neck towards my earlobe. "Absolutely stunning," he whispered, his staggered hot breath cascading over my chilled skin.
We had been together before, why was I so nervous?
He motioned over to my stereo system and grinned at me, so I smiled back asking, "Would you like some music?"
He nodded as I removed myself from his grasp and grabbed my iPod, plugging it in and selecting a special playlist of jazz and love songs and just relaxing, enjoyable music. More importantly, music to keep the mood going, if you know what I mean—I'm sure you'll figure it out.
The first song that had begun to play was Paula Cole's Feelin' Love, I turned around to find him lighting the last of the candles on my nightstand and had already lit the ones on my dresser.
Anyone who knows me knows I love candles; I have a lot of them. Because of this and my luck combined, Emmett has joked from time to time that I am a fire hazard. Therefore, the fact that he moved so quickly lighting them all, says something. My bedroom was now a shrine of fifty plus candles as it was now lit up with a warm glow flickering against the walls as the lights were off; our faces illuminated in the glow of the light around us.
"So, um, any more requirements from your list that need completing?" I nervously asked, giggling.
"Oh, you are cheeky, but lucky for you, I like you." He laughed, placing the lighter on my nightstand, walking over to my side and wrapped his hands around my waist.
"Well, that's good to know." I smiled, blushing, "I like you, too."
He leaned back in, moving his left hand up my back, running his fingers up my body. He practically sent chills throughout and it made him laugh to see my response, knowing he had that kind of effect on me. When his hand had made its way to my shoulder, he moved further and took face in his hands; he leaned in and kissed me.
This kiss was so completely wrapped up in passion and warmth, his beautiful mouth pressed against mine. The shock alone that he was even kissing me again was something I'm sure I will never get over again. Our kiss outside Alice and Jasper's house had nothing on this one. This one called out to me, claimed me, and sought me for everything I was. Moreover, there was a part of me, which was dying to comply with this demand.
He turned me around to face him, trailing his fingertips over my arms, down to my waist, gripping me tightly in his grasp. I gasped in excitement as he starred into my eyes with such longing, such lust, and so much hope.
Although I wasn't undressed, I felt so exposed, standing before him in my lacy bra and panties. Thank God, I was wearing my matching sheer black set from Victoria's Secret and not one of my everyday cotton sets.
He gave me an once-over as a wicked grin appeared on his face. That all-knowing smirk as he stalked closer to me.
Memorized by his movements, my eyes were trained on his as I tried to guess his next step. I reached down to unbuckle the strap of my left heel, when he placed his hand over mine, stilling my movement, "No, no, please, won't you leave them on?"
"Okay," I replied, biting my lip as I fought back a smile.
I took my turn in undressing him, his body bathed in moonlight as I removed his tie and his dress shirt to reveal his chiseled abs.
"Fuck, Edward," I bit my lip as I reached out, running my fingers down his washboard stomach. He titled his head back, licking his lips and placing his hand on mine, stilling it. His chest was rising and falling in the excitement, pausing our movements before he took our hands and moved them further south, stopping over his belt buckle.
I quickly made my way to removing the buckle and unbuttoning his slacks, hearing the thud as they fell to ground.
He kicked his feet quickly out of his pants, moving them to the side before stepping back towards me, dipping his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and let them fall as well and also kicking them to the side.
I looked over his body and gasped when I looked down to see his cock, I definitely fantasized his length and girth, tried my best to remember, but now, this was a reality. I felt my heart beating in my chest, and he recognized my excitement and pushed me against the wall, pressing his naked body against me. The shock of the cool wall against my skin was exactly that. My breathing hitched as he wrapped his hands around my body, one at my neck, the other at my waist.
I looked up to the invisible sky and thanking the heavens above us as he made me feel like no one else ever had. The wall was cool against my exposed arms as he kissed me all over where ever he could lay his lips on me.
His long fingers began to slip into my boy shorts, slowly peeling them away from my body, kissing me as he made his way downwards. He was on his knees as his hot breath was showering streams of air against my girl parts, scorching me and sending me into a sexual frenzy.
Once my boy shorts were all but gone, he began rubbing his hands up my legs, his lips landing in random spots with sweet, seductive open mouth kisses.
Oh, fuck…
I looked down watching him and he looked up at me, his green eyes penetrating my soul.
How the fuck could one man do that- is that even possible?
He reached up and steadied one of his hands against my waist; at first, I thought this was for his own balance. Holy fuck was I wrong! He ran his other hand up my leg, I closed my eyes briefly thanking myself for shaving that morning, my legs were completely smooth and ready for his discovery. He stopped at the fold of my knee and tugged me forward, my leg hooking over his shoulder and him pressing me up against the cold wall. He was so close, I could feel his hot breath on me, and it sent chills up my spine and a delicious fire in my girl parts. He moved in closer and began to seductively lick and kiss me everywhere especially there.
"Oh, God," I cried out and he chuckled to himself as he continued to explore my body. I was fucking putty in his hands; I would have practically done anything with him at that time.
With my leg over his left shoulder, he held onto me with the same arm, using his right hand as a deadly weapon. His fingers trailed all over my body, caressing and rubbing me before he finally roamed over to my pussy. He didn't ease in, he just went in for what he wanted, and doing anything and everything he damn well desired. I was completely at his mercy.
He dipped his tongue inside my folds and began to swirl around, as the room began to swirl around me. I dug my heel into his back for leverage not even thinking about the painful aftermath he would most likely experience but more so the wobbly leg that was about to give out on me. He reached between my legs, sweeping a long digit in between my folds, any of the air I was holding in escaped in a flash as I exhaled. He quickly found my clit and began rubbing the pad of his index finger in slow circles, looking up at me and watching my response. The tantalizing pressure I felt was indescribable as he worked me over, and not long before he pushed one finger inside me.
He leaned in placing a kiss against my inner thigh and kissing along my leg until he found the apex of my thighs with his tongue. He added another finger and sent me crashing into an enjoyable wave. The mixed pleasure of his fingers working their way in and out of my body and his lips and tongue was overpowering and began to make my body tremble. He was definitely pushing my buttons and encouraging me to let go. My body was craving his touch and was quickly rewarded with his tongue plunging deeply into my pussy, my legs tensing and relieved, I was holding onto him. My fingers grasping in his hair, listening to him moan as his lips were on me, sending vibrations travelling through my body. Oh, he likes that! His tongue darted across my throbbing clit before dipping back inside. His thumb taking the place of what his tongue was doing, continuing to alternate in small circles. His thumb was right on the pulse point, I was definitely craving more and deliriously curious as to what his next move would be.
I began to feel a tightening in my stomach and a sound erupted from my throat that could only have been me moaning. I lay my head against the wall as his fingers were at work, his other hand splayed on my stomach, pressing downwards.
"Oh, God, fuck Edward."
"Mmmmhmmm," he moaned as he went to town teasing and licking me, almost as if he was refusing to stop until I was fully satisfied.
My legs began to fail me and he held on tight and let me ride out my wave. The orgasm I experience was so intense; it took several minutes to regain my breath.
Kissing his way back up as he rose up from his knees, I was barely recovering from the shattering orgasm I had received. He leaned in, looking at me in the eyes. I had slapped one of my hands against the wall, bracing myself; the other was clutching my chest and gasping for air.
I pounced on him and began kissing him, if for anything to say thank you because damn, that was hot and so is he! Do I really need to give an explanation?
It had been so long since I had felt like that, if I had ever felt like that. I didn't want this evening to end. I had to have him again, I wanted him so badly, and I didn't think I would give up until I got what I wanted.
He slightly bent his knees and reached behind me, grabbing behind the backs of my thighs and hoisted me up. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, he wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body burned against the heat radiating from my own, my heart forced to beat on the outside of my chest as I felt him against me, skin on skin. He pressed me against the wall and began to tease himself against my entrance.
"Mmmph," I moaned, thanking the heavens above for this very moment.
He twisted us around and moved us towards my bed, crashing on top of me as he climbed onto my wrought iron bed. His weight a heavenly presence, our shared body heat, the closeness had me hanging on to his every move. It was everything I had needed and everything I wanted and with him appetizingly all rolled into one.
He moved his lips over my body, showering me with kisses. I looked up at him as he leaned up, taking his cock in his hand and began to tease my entrance once more.
"Fuck," he cursed at the sensation, shaking his head as if it was almost in disbelief of something that was too good to be true.
"Wait," I motioned over towards the nightstand, "you need—"
"I've got one right here, love." He waved a foiled package in his hand before ripping it open. When the hell did he remember to grab that? I had never noticed it before.
"Presumptuous, are we?" I laughed at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course not, I'm always prepared, love. Just like a good little boy scout." He grinned as he sheathed himself in his protection.
He rubbed himself against my slit and back up to my throbbing clit and once again before entering and pushing himself in fully, nice and slow.
"Ohh, God," I sucked in the air around me as he filled me, completely.
"Are you all right?" He halted his movements as he worried before continuing.
I nodded my head and patted his arm in reassurance, whispering, "Yes, please keep going. Please, don't stop."
Our breathing was raggedly shared in our confined space as we rocked our hips together. He felt so good against me and in me. I felt so complete and so whole; I never wanted this to end. I was definitely open to some tantric sex with this man. I could go all night.
"Oh, God, yes, Edward." The words escaped my mouth without my permission. Hey!
I felt the muscles of my stomach tightening, squeezing him in even closer, locking him in, which only made him work faster, "Isabella, mmmph, I never— unnhhhhh- oh, God, yes!"
Never…? 'Never' what? Tell me…
He thrust into me harder than before, sweat pouring down his chest. My hand stealthily ran down the plains of his chiseled abs, stilling at his bicep and holding on for leverage as I rocked my hips back upwards to meet him. The David he was not, but he was pretty damn close. A Greek God he was, indeed.
"Oh, God," I moaned, tilting my head back.
He made my body feel all tingly and on fire, as if it was brand new. He leaned over me, rubbing my legs, trailing towards my thighs that were wrapped around his waist, gripping him tighter with each thrust.
"Oh, God, soo bloody good." His bottom lip captured by his teeth as he groaned.
"Mmmhmm," I whimpered as I arched my back towards him. He felt incredible, giving me sensations throughout my body, "yes, please, don't stop, don't stop," I urged him, placing my hands on his hips, pulling him towards me.
He titled his head back before leaning down, hovering over me. He leaned in closer, inching the distance between us to even less.
"Isabella, God…" he breathed, resting his head in the crook of my neck, trying to catch his breath.
"Edward, yes," I breathed out as he thrust into me one last time before we both reached our climax.
X O X O X O
The following morning was a slap in the face when I discovered myself to be all alone in bed.
The night before had seemed like a dream, one that could only be fortunate enough to become my reality. Only, now, it seemed I was living out my own nightmare.
Alone.
Ugh, cut it out, Bella, you're just over-thinking everything. I did drink; it is possible it really was just a dream. I've had vivid dreams of him before, it could happen again. Nevertheless, damn, it just seemed so… so real. Wasn't it? No, this is a nightmare!
I could have sworn that his arms were wrapped around my body… I know he was here, but sadly, he apparently was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type of man, except I didn't even get a thank you.
He didn't even stick around to say goodbye. What the hell?
I shook off my worries and headed back into my bedroom, I removed my bathrobe and grab a pair of boy shorts and a tank top and put them on. Grabbing my hair towel once again, I walked out of my bedroom into the kitchen discover that he hadn't let after all. He was still here. My dream hadn't become the nightmare that I feared.
I opened the door to my bedroom and walked down to the short hallway to my kitchen and I couldn't believe my eyes when I arrived.
"Oh, there you are. I was wondering when you would wake," he smiled as he maneuvered himself in my kitchen.
"I, uh, thought that you left," I replied, hugging my body, feeling slightly exposed in my undergarments.
He cocked his head to the side, wagging his finger at me, "Tsk, tsk! Come now, contrary to popular belief, I am not one to shag and dodge, Isabella."
"Mmm," I nodded, softly smiling at him, "I see that now, but see I didn't know that, so I just kind of assumed. I'm just sort of surprised to see you here still, you know- in my home, in my kitchen and apparently cooking breakfast."
He laughed, shaking his head, "Well then, surprise!" He looked around before asking, "Tea cups?"
"Oh, um, third cabinet from the left. They're on the bottom shelf." I replied pointing towards the correct direction as he went on a mission, I sat on one of my barstools. It was fun to watch him, I have to admit.
I never thought I would wake to find this British God slaving over my stove in only his boxer shorts and a t-shirt.
Holy majoley!
"Breakfast is served, madam." He turned around with a smile on his face. He was carrying two plates stacked on each other, on one plate with two eggs sunny side up and a few pieces of toast.
"You really didn't have to do all of this, you know," I stated as he put the clean plate in front of me and plated my meal. He had already created a place setting for us with silverware and each a small glass of orange juice.
I smiled softly in his direction as we sat quietly, eating our breakfast. Several silent moments passed when I had realized we had forgotten our tea.
"Is something wrong?" He looked over, trying to decipher my facial expression.
"Our tea." I smiled, reaching over and grabbing the two cups from the counter in front of us and placed one each at our place settings.
"Oh, sorry," he smiled nervously, "let me get the tea, then."
"I'll get it."
He smiled, placing his hand on mine, "Please. Allow me."
"Okay." I whispered as he rose from his chair, grabbing the kettle from the stove.
"With or without?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Oh, with or without milk, love?"
"Oh, without."
"Cream or sugar for your tea?"
I could not help but giggle to myself as we shared this moment together, "Sugar, please."
We sat quietly eating our breakfast and sipping our warm tea. It was incredibly tasty and I was famished after the previous night's events.
"I'm incredibly sorry but I must run off now," he softly spoke up, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "I have several appointments today."
I looked up from my food, "Wow, on a Saturday?"
"I am afraid so, there are always babies who need to be delivered and mums who need my help." He took one last drink of his orange juice and nearly spit it out on my next statement.
"Lucky ladies." I grinned, looking back down at my empty plate.
He chuckled, shaking his head again. "Thank you for a lovely evening, I hope we can get together soon."
He stood up from the barstool and looked at me expectantly.
"I am just going to go gather my things now," he explained as he excused himself to my bedroom. There was sadness in his eyes. Maybe he realized what we had done once and now he was ashamed. On the other hand, maybe, he thought that is how I felt.
I stood in the doorway of my bedroom as he collected his things. His dress shirt thrown beside the door, his pants next to bed with a path of his clothes trailing around the floor as we had moved about the room together.
When he began to get dressed, I turned away to give him some privacy. I took the time to clear the plates away from the counter and placed them in the sink. As I was wiping down the counters, he emerged from my room looking just as stunning as he did the night before.
He turned around to find me standing there. Our eyes catching one another's, unsure of what to say next.
He walked towards my front door, I followed behind him to say goodbye, not really wanting to.
As he went to leave, he cornered me against the wall.
"Ooo," I laughed as I wondered what he was up to.
"For the record, I am quite sad I have to leave, you know. It's just that I have to make rounds and all," he explained with regret in his eyes.
"I know, I understand. I'm sad you have to leave, too— you know, for the record," I replied softly.
He titled his head as his face moved closer to mine, my breathing hitching as he pressed me against the wall. His fingers beneath my chin, guiding my lips in time with his, holding me as closely as he could. His lips were softly brushing against mine before firmly pushing against me and going in for a deep kiss.
As he pulled away, we were both gasping for air.
"Wow," I chucked nervously, feeling my face blushing royally.
"Indeed," he replied, brushing the knuckles of his hand against my cheek.
After he left, I couldn't contain myself, I was so freaking giddy I could have bottled it up and sold it for millions of dollars.
Then it hit me, crap! I don't have his number, how in the hell am I supposed to call him? Way to go, Swan!
I returned to the kitchen to finish cleaning up what I had started. That's when I saw the one thing that brightened up my whole morning and sent me flying into the night.
On my fridge's dry erase board, he had written me a message in his perfect cursive penmanship:
"Isabella:
Thank you for a lovely evening, incredibly sad I have to leave so soon!
Won't you ring me sometime? 555-1234
Speak soon,
- Edward xx"
I would never erase my board again. I felt like a schoolgirl and my inner goddess did a happy dance on the inside. A part of me wanted to run off to my room, grab my iPhone, and take a picture of it to remember this morning and last night forever.
Yeah, you know I totally did. Shut up.
I spent the rest of the morning, writing my thoughts down on paper. Normally my music came to me easily, but this morning, it was flowing ridiculously easy.
Never thought it would be you
Turned out, you're just too good to be true
Make it a reality instead of this pure fantasy
I close my eyes, I see your face
You're taken the bad nightmares away
Where'd you go?
Are you coming back soon?
Won't you please…
Come back soon
Won't you please….
Please, please, please
Come back soon?
A/N: So…. *peaks out from around the corner* I hope you found this was worth the wait. What do you think? You likey? You lovey? What do you think is going to happen next? What would you like to happen next? Leave a review and let me know! Thank you so much reading!
Please Come Back Soon – words & music by Writing4Roses © 2010
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Since my last post, a new Rob RPF FF one-shot that I co-wrote has been posted!
One Nightstand by SparklingWand & Writing4Roses
http:/www(dot)thewriterscoffeeshop(dot)com/library/viewstory(dot)php?sid=3069
Summary: When celebrity life gets to Rob, he takes a weekend to recharge his batteries & meet his all time favorite author. What happens when the author turns out to be nothing like he suspected?
FF Story Recs:
If any of these recs lead you to the author's story, please let them know how you found out about their story and show them some review love!
Rob FF Rec's:
Need to Escape by lostluggage (Twitter: holdmeRansom) http:/twilighted(dot)net/viewstory(dot)php?sid=7721
Summary: When Robert Pattinson needs to escape the crazy life of stardom- he finds an unlikely ally to see him to safety- a quiet bookshop owner who is secretly infatuated with Twilight, and a certain young British actor.
Finding Forever by Carson1 (Twitter: CarLemon)
http:/twilighted(dot)net/viewstory(dot)php?sid=10730
Summary: On her way to London, a broken Sarah Anderson meets the one person who can save her from her darkened existence. Their age difference is the least of their worries. What will they teach each other and do you really have a second chance at forever?
London Rain by duders79
http:/twilighted(dot)net/viewstory(dot)php?sid=12311
Summary: Evie Russo works hard and plays hard. She also has a penchant for late night internet browsing, focussing her attentions on Robert Pattinson. This story is about what happens when the object of her fantasies becomes a reality.
How will the fantasy compare to the reality? Whether she likes it or not, Evie Russo is about to find out...
Open to Interpretation by elvis4scilla
http:/twilighted(dot)net/viewstory(dot)php?sid=8528
Summary: Robert Pattinson is twenty five years old and a solid A-list international star. He is on the last leg of a European promotional tour for his latest film, when he meets a sexy much older woman who has been hired to serve as his language interpreter. What will develop during their travels throughout Spain, Italy, England, France and America? Will this older woman teach Rob about love and lust or will he have something to teach her?
Twi FF Rec's
Where There Is LoveThere is Life! by Heartfelt-Pen (Twitter: HeartfeltPen)
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Summary: Bella lives her life in fear of being hurt again; focusing on her career instead and turns her back on her family. Edward lives his life for his daughter, but he's still alone. Both realize, through each other, that where there is love… there is life.