Chapter 9 Respectfully Yours
T-Train, Krissf, Tiggrmommi, TM67, Lili, lovedwardalways.. you ladies rock my socks.
Anywhos... here it is. More romantic than smutty I think, but still a little taste of citrus.
Edward's POV
(my favorite DILF)
I couldn't even focus on the game. Jasper had tried to calm me down after Bella and Nessie left and Jacob fell asleep on the couch. I know he can't control his dreams, but I had the distinct feeling that I was getting an instant replay of the night he'd spent with my daughter. Before I even bothered to control myself, I was out of my seat. Luckily (I think - in retrospect) Jasper was for once, faster than me, quickly standing between Jake and broken neck.
"Come on, Edward. Charlie didn't try to shoot you. Just give the guy a break," Jasper said, pressing me back, a hand on my chest.
I huffed a deep breath and sat down in my seat. Emmett did me favor and kicked Jacob's chair, waking him up. He coughed and opened his eyes, this horribly smug smile on his face. A few images I refuse to think about again flashed through his head and then his eyes met mine.
Shit. Sorry man.
I glared at him for a moment, then turned my attention back to the game, but the game held no interest for me. Instead I lay my head against the back of the couch and tried to focus my thoughts elsewhere, away from murdering Jake. Instead I thought of Bella. My beautiful, Bella. Just a few more hours and Nessie would be fast asleep in her own bed and I could have my wife, my love, back.
A snicker from Jasper brought me out of my daydreaming.
"Sorry," I said.
"You know I don't really care, but I'm not sure you're doing much for Jake's control," Jasper laughed.
"That was coming from you?" Jake asked looking quickly between Jasper and I.
"Well it was coming from Edward, but yeah," Jasper clarified.
"Damn man," Jacob muttered under his breath, looking back to the TV.
Fuck this, Emmett thought before getting up, rubbing his crotch in agitation. "Don't change the channel. I'll right back." He sauntered off to find a Rose for a quickie. I too considered going for a walk, when I heard Nessie and Bella approaching the house. The conversation was of nothing, but tomorrow's geometry quiz.
I snickered to myself hatching a plan. I'd catch Bella of guard and negotiate a quickie of our own.
"Dude stop," Jacob groaned, throwing his arm over his face. I growled and went and stood by the window. I could see my girls approaching.
Soon they slipped in the front door.
Hi Daddy, Nessie thought with a bizarre level of cheer. She ducked passed me humming some girlie song, then climbed up under Jacob's arm.
"Hey baby," he whispered. I glared at him.
"Edward, can I talk to you upstairs for a moment?" I turned to see Bella standing in the doorway. Something in her expression told me that a quickie was not what she had in mind. I shot Jasper a look and he nodded in approval, promising to keep an eye on Jake's busy hands.
Bella took my hand and led me upstairs to our bedroom. As we walked it occurred to me. I'd seen that look on Nessie's face before. It was her I-want-something-that-there-is-no-way-in-Hell-you'll-want-to-give-me-but-you-won't-say-no-because-you're-a-total-push-over-when-it-comes-to-me-and-my-happiness face. It'd been a while since I'd seen that face, but there it was staring right back at me as she ran to Jacob.
Oh Hell.
Bella led me into the bedroom, slowly closed the door behind her then turned to unleash hell on me.
"God what does she want now?" I tossed my head back in anticipation of today's awful request.
"She wants to spend the night with Jake again." My head snapped forward and I suppressed a deep growl. "But before you say anything I already told her it was okay."
"Bella—" I groaned.
"Edward, listen. She wants some semblance of normalcy with him and she can't tell her friends about him and they barely see each other like they used to. We agreed that this wouldn't be an every weekend thing. She is just trying to get a better feel for their new relationship." For a moment Bella's babbling made me think that she wanted Nessie to spend the night over there, but I knew that wasn't true.
"Yeah I'll tell you what he's trying to get a better feel for. He let his mind wander when you gone." I really should have snapped his neck.
"Are you saying you never thought about me that way went we first started dating?" Bella asked, a sly smile on her lips.
Of course I did. I actually thought of doing far worse things.
"That's different. I knew we were meant to be together forever, from the first moment I saw you."
She stared at me in disbelief. We both knew I was recreating the past.
"Okay. I wanted to kill you the first moment I saw you, but that's beside the point,"
Then Bella started to walk towards me, which I wasn't exactly sure was a good idea. I wouldn't be held responsible for my actions once I got my hands on her.
"Think about it this way, the sooner they leave for Jake's, the sooner we can start our night." As she talked, she walked her fingers up my body, starting at my stomach and stopping on the edge of my bottom lip. I watched her face as I swept her finger in my mouth, slowly caressing it with my tongue. Her eyes slowly rolled back in her head and a small whimper slipped out of her mouth.
Ha. That'll teach you. Silly Bella, trying to seduce a yes out of me.
Unfortunately it worked. I had to trust Nessie if Bella did. It would do us no good to fall apart over the envitable things that were happening to our little girl. It still didn't mean I had to like it.
Plus, Bells was right, in one respect. I would be a fool to turn down extra hours with her.
I dropped her hand. "Fine. But she better be back in plenty of time to finish her homework." Maybe if they hung around a little while longer, Jake could distract Nessie while I gave Bella preview of what I had planned for her tonight.
Just as I leaned to kiss her, Alice, oh how I love Alice, came bounding up the stairs.
Put little Edward Jr. away, I need to talk to you. She thought while skipping down the hall.
I have no idea why she bothered knocking.
"What Alice?"
"When Nessie leaves, I need to borrow your wife for an hour," she said, popping her little annoying head in the door.
"Great. You guys going to Jake's too?" This weekend was definitely starting to wear on my nerves. I feared that things would never get back to normal. That I would always have to fight to keep Nessie's hormones in check and that I would have to fight to bet my hormones back in my wife.
"Edward stop being such a big baby," Alice said sticking her tongue at me before ducking back out the door. I thought about grabbing it. It would reattach itself, but Jasper wouldn't like that very much.
"She means well, baby," Bella said wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Yeah I bet." I kissed her softly, lifting her up off the ground. Maybe we had time for just one quickie. Bella started to giggle against my lips.
"She's just going to come back up here."
I sighed in defeat. "Fine. Hurry back okay. I'm done sharing you today."
"Well I hope you're done sharing me much longer than that."
I winked at her and walked towards the door. Just as I opened it, Bella ran past me, smacking me on the ass.
I caught up with her in no time, smothering the back of her neck in kisses as I flew down the stairs.
Shortly after Nessie and Jacob left. I fought back the bile, and said goodbye.
Thank you, Daddy. I'll be back early. I promise. Nessie thought as they drove away. I silently prayed there would continue to be no need for those condoms.
I settled in with the boys to watch the primetime game. We were all annoyed with Alice, even Jasper.
God, does the woman ever slow down. His thoughts were still riddled with love.
"I take it you boys will be gone by the time I get back," Carlisle asked tying the drawstring on his favorite pair of scrubs.
"Where you off to Pops?" Emmett asked as if Carlisle would wear his scrubs to the movies.
"Emergency surgery. This kid just set off a cherry bomb in his hand,"
We all couldn't help but laugh. Humans were so stupid sometimes. Carlisle shook his head in disgust. "I'll see you in the morning. Emmett, please mind the trees out in New Fields. One of my nurses lives out there and she mentioned something about a mysteriously shaped handprint on a tree trunk on her property."
Emmett chuckled, "Sure thing, Daddio." Seconds later, Carlisle was gone.
Five minutes later, Esme appeared.
"Where are you going?" Jasper asked. We turned to look at our mother. Esme was wearing her usual lazy Saturday attire, khakis and a simple button down, but her hair was up in curlers, done a way I hadn't seen in years. I placed it immediately. She'd worn her hair like that some several decades earlier, when she briefly worked as a nurse at Carlisle's side.
Stop staring, young man. It's not polite. She thought, smirking at me.
"I'm not going anywhere, but I do have something for you." We stood and walked over to her as she handed each of us an envelope and disappeared back up to her bathroom.
We all looked at each other. "Alice," we said in unison. Emmett tore into his and Jasper and I followed his lead.
You Big Baby,
Go up to your room and get changed. The where is Mr. Morgan's music room. Esme will tell you the when. The what will be waiting for you.
xoxo, your favorite sister
Great another Alice Cullen scavenger hunt.
I looked at Jasper and Emmett. They were just as confused and intrigued.
"Jazz, my woman better be waiting for me butt ass naked at the end of this little game or me and your woman are gonna have words," Emmett told him truthfully.
"Yeah, well if Alice isn't waiting for me butt ass naked at the end of all this, her and I are gonna have words as well." His words were more of an empty threat and we all knew it.
We raced up to our respective rooms.
On my bed was a casual suit. Black slacks and trendy black blazer, with artfully tattered edges. "Rocker chic" as Alice had once called it. Next to it a white bottom up, a black belt and tie on the floor a shiny new pair of black shoes.
I dressed quickly and headed back downstairs. Jasper was sitting on the bottom step, dressed oddly similar to the way a lot our teachers at Mount Forsithe dressed. He had on a Tan blazer and navy slacks.
He stood when I approached. "For once, I actually feel as old as I am."
I couldn't help but laugh. The outfit aged him a good 20 years, physically that is.
Esme came from the kitchen as Emmett slowly lumbered down the stairs. Still dressed in his regular clothes. He had a duffle bag thrown over his shoulder.
"I don't want to talk about it," he growled.
Esme told us it was time to leave so we jumped in my car and headed over to the school. We ditched the Volvo a few miles down the road. Of course the appropriate doors were already open. We parted ways agreeing to meet back at the car before sun up.
I walked slowly through the halls making my way to Mr. Morgan's music room, which was primarily used for the school choir and after school piano lessons. I hoped that I would be able to give a lesson of my own tonight.
When I approached the door, I peered the glass rectangle. I could see a gorgeous pair of legs dangling over the edge of Mr. Morgan's grand piano. I opened the door slowly, preparing to assess the situation in front of me. I didn't get very far in my thinking.
My brain followed my eyes down her body as I tried to process it all. It was as if my silent perverted prayers had been answered. Bella looked amazing. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in big beautiful curls. Her clothes, the sweater vest and the blouse hugged her every curve. And that skirt. Well there were no words for that skirt.
She uncrossed and crossed her legs, waiting for me to speak, but still the words wouldn't come. I was actually speechless. Then she did the one thing that was sure to drive me wild. The one thing that always made me want to ravage her, more than I already did.
She let me read her mind.
Do you see something you like, Mr. Cullen? Her internal voice was bashful and coy. She bit down on her lightly glossed lips. I knew she had put a lot of effort into this so I refrained from jumping over several rows of chairs and ripping her clothes off.
I took a step forward as her shield slowly began to come down. Sorry, You have to play fair. I know you'll figure it out… she gave me as a final thought.
I shook my head at her in disappointment. She would make me work for it, but she knew I was up to the task. I always gave her everything she wanted.
I was careful to note the way she said Mr. Cullen. I read the subtle cues her of body language. I was to be teacher, she was to be student.
"You're a little early for your piano lesson today." I began.
"Well I practiced really hard and I wanted to show you how much better I've gotten," She said cheerfully. I slowly walked across the room closing the distance between us. She wanted me near her. I could feel it.
"I see. Well first, Miss Swan. I must say I'm a little disappointed in you. I thought you had better respect for your craft, more respect for your instrument," I nodded sternly towards the slightly out of tune seat below her gorgeous frame.
She frowned. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to sit," I watched as she then fought a smirk, eying the thirty some odd chairs, not mention the piano bench in front of her.
"Well you can't very well show me from up there. Come, please. Get down," I motioned with my hand for her to hop off the piano.
She gripped the edge looking down, as if peering over the edge of some enormous cliff. She feigned a gulp.
"Is there a problem, Isabella?"
"I just didn't realize how high it was. Can you help me?"
She was driving me insane. The breathiness of her voice and that skirt. God, I wanted her. But I kept my composure and approached her slowly. She opened her legs for me slightly and straightened her posture, waiting for me to lift her. I walked in between her legs, watching her lips carefully. She was fighting to control her breathing, much like I was. I leaned in close to her, keeping a safe distance from her lips, as she watched my face carefully, probably wondering if I would keep this little game going, or take her right here right now.
I could smell it from between her legs. She liked this game. So I kept going.
I leaned in a bit closer, our lips almost touching, then placed my hands firmly on her waist.
She gasped a little as I lifted her up and placed her feet on the floor.
"There we are."
"Thank you," she said, her beautiful golden eyes gazing up at me.
"Now why don't you show me what you've practiced," I said gently.
Bella, like the rest of us had a pristine memory. She need only see me play a song once and could duplicate every keys stroke, but it had been years, at least three since I'd seen her at the piano. It was "my thing", as she put it. My true feelings were, that she loved spending time with Nessie, so hobbies like the piano didn't seem that important, especially in the last seven years, when she had an eternity to dive into any number of hobbies at some later point.
Bella loved all of my original compositions, but there were a few selections, not ones of mine, that she truly loved.
Shortly after we met, Bella fell in love with Joe Wright's 2005 film adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. One year for her birthday, her only request was that I teach her a few of her favorite songs from the score on the piano.
"I'd ask you to show me on the upright bass, but not sure it would sound the same," she had joked.
I remembered the day clearly. Nessie, two then, but looking more like an six year old, cuddled up on Bella's lap as they both watched me play. When I finished, Nessie crawled into my lap and let Bella repeat each piece, perfectly to the finally note. Every once in a while she would play again, but would be easily distracted by some adorable thing Nessie did, or some even more adorable thing I did.
I watched as she walked around the piano, propping the lid. I couldn't help but wonder what she would play tonight.
I slid the bench out and turned it perpendicular to the large instrument before me. I sat, straddling it, leaving plenty of room for Bella to sit between myself and the piano.
Bella walked over to me bashfully, no doubt contemplating the interesting prospects of the seating arrangement.
"Please Isabella. Sit," I said calmly.
She carefully lifted her leg stepping over the bench. The motion gave me a brief look at her panties, white with lace. She was definitely trying to kill me.
"I promise I practiced really hard," Bella said, running her fingers tips gently over the keys.
"I'm sure. Please begin," I replied.
Bella began with my personal favorite from Jean-Yves Thibaudent's score, a piece entitled A Postcard To Henry Purcell. I loved the song more for what I had seen it do to Bella. The first time we watched the movie, she literally stopped breathing during the scene that played this particular song, a scene where our destined lovers dance together for the first time and only time during the film.
Bella could be doing any number of things with the DVD playing the background, but whenever this scene came on she would freeze and watch it, mesmerized.
"What is it you love about it?" I asked once.
"I don't know. It's the tension between them. They don't even know it yet, but you can see it in their eyes. They are really falling in love with each other." She spoke the words so candidly, the scene, the song, her face in that moment was forever etched in my heart.
Her fingers glided over the keys as she recreated the song, originally written for the strings.
When she finished she turned her head slightly and smiled at me, seeking my approval. The game was still on.
"That was very good. Is there anything else you've practiced?" I asked my lips almost touching her ear. She shuddered a bit.
"Yes," she said turning back to the keys. She started in on her favorite selection, entitled Mrs. Darcy, from the final scene where Elizabeth Bennett is finally made wife to Mr. Darcy. She was nearly finished when I heard the melody change. Her fingers shifted the tempo and I heard the clear notes to her lullaby.
The love I felt for her was too much, I wanted her, loved her, needed her in this moment, so much. I couldn't wait any longer to touch her the way I wanted to.
"Don't stop playing until I tell you to," I whispered in her ear. A labored sigh was her only response.
Slowly I swept her hair away from her shoulder, exposing her neck. She tilted her head to the side, but continued to play expertly.
I took my time, taking everything about her in. My favorite lines of her neck, the soft swirl of hair behind her ear, the gentle curve of her shoulder, her amazing scent.
I ran my fingers down her arms, covering her hands with mine. I gently mimicked their motions, falling right into step with her place in the piece. After a few bars I pulled my hands back and let her continue you.
"That's a beautiful ring you have there, Isabella," I said softly. I ran my fingertip over the heart shaped stone.
"Thank you."
"May I ask where you got it?" I teased.
"I'm not sure I want to tell you," she replied bashfully.
"And why is that?" I pressed. My erection was throbbing in my pants. She was an expert at driving me crazy.
"Well Mr. Cullen. I like you very much and I'm afraid if I tell you, if you find out who gave it me, you might not like me anymore." She slid back a little, pushing her backside into me. I suppressed a groan before I spoke again.
"Oh I don't think that's possible Miss Swan. I can't think of one reason that would keep me from wanting you," I growled in her ear. She had began playing another one of my compositions, who I had written for Charlie and Sue on their wedding day.
"My boyfriend gave it to me. You might know him. His name is Mike Newton," she said calmly.
I broke character for just a second and pressed my lips to her ear. "Not funny. You'll pay for the later. Why don't you try again."
She snorted allowing herself a brief chuckle and slip back into her role.
"Isabella, what would make you think that I wouldn't want you?" I asked, nearing the end of this particular game. The lust burning inside me was making my skin inch beneath my clothes. I needed to be inside her.
"I'm just a student and you're such an amazing teacher. I try so hard to be good for you, but I don't think it's enough."
"Oh Bella it is most certainly enough."
Bella continued to play as I slid my hands around her chest. My lips finally caressed the skin on her neck. Just as I cupped her breasts, I let my tongue glide up to her ear.
The game was over.
"Edward," she sighed, placing her hands over mine, a sign she wanted me to squeeze harder. I did just that massaging her breasts deeply, kissing and licking her neck.
Her right hand remained on top of mine as I slide it down between her legs, slowly moving the tiny skirt out of the way.
Our hands moved together over the fabric of her panties. She was dripping wet, muscles twitching. Her head fell back against my shoulder and I licked further along her collarbone. She roughly bit her bottom lip, basking in the sensation.
"Do you want me?" she breathed into me.
"Yes," I replied with stuttered breath.
"Then take me," she moaned softly. Bella and I knew each other so well, she followed my lead perfectly. I slid back a little on the bench and she stood turning around and sat back down facing me. I gently pulled her closer and she perched her legs over my thighs.
I actually really liked the outfit she had on, so I took my time releasing each article of clothing. I gently pulled her sweater vest over her head and slowly removed her tie. She watched my lips intently while I unbuttoned her shirt. When she was free from her top and bra, matching white with lace, she slowly undressed me, taking her time caressing the muscles of my chest. I stood and quickly removed my pants and boxers adding them to the pile beside me.
"Lay back," I instructed. Bella eyes held mine while she slowly pressed her back down on the piano bench. I wondered briefly if the idle piece of furniture had ever seen this much action.
I slid to my knees and wrapped my hands around Bella's hips, pulling her body closed to the edge of the bench.
I slid my hand up skirt and watched her breasts as her back arched into my touch. The tiny moans and whimpers that escaped her lips made my length ache and twitch in anticipation.
After a few moments of stroking her through he panties, I reached up to her hips and removed them slowly. I leaned in closer and ran my fingers along her exposed slit, teasing her gently with my breath.
"Edward," she sighed. I pressed my lips to her and she cried out as my tongue massaged her clit deeply. Her hands laced through my hair drawing me in closer.
I caressed her with my lips and tongue as the minutes passed, looking up, watching her chest rise and fall, her body shudder with pleasure. She began to climax her moans, becoming deep sensual pants. But soon those pants turned to whimpers and then sobs. I shot up, pulling her to me. Bella was crying, as much as those of our kind can.
"Bella, love what's wrong?" I cradled her to my chest, searching her eyes. "Bella please tell me what's wrong?"
"I just -," She struggled to say the words.
"Shhh. It's okay. Please sweetie. I'll do anything to make it better. Please tell me." I tried my best to soothe her.
She chuckled a little, which kept my heart from ripping out of my chest, but I still wanted to know.
"I just, geez, I'm such a basket case. I'm so sorry, sweetheart." She took a deep breath, regaining her composure, a little. "Edward, I never dreamed I could have this life and then to have this life with you, this amazing life and its real and I get to keep you everyday." She nuzzled her face into my chest and I stroked her hair gently, rocking in my arms. "I just love you so much. I love the way you touch me. The way you make me feel in every way. The feelings I have for you, they just bubbled over. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry." She exhaled borrowing even further into your embrace.
"Darling, its fine. I was just afraid you were hurt or really upset. Never be sorry for the way you feel, Bella. I love you and I want you to know that all the time." I rocked her a few moments more, listening to her breathing, trying to calm her with my touch.
I whispered in her ear. "Do you want to head home, love? We can pick this up later." She was just so overwhelmed. Maybe a quiet night in the house would be just what the doctor order to help her get past the emotional spell.
Her head snapped up. "No." Her eyes were so grave, like I'd suggested we commit a felony, which we technically were. I couldn't help but laugh. The expression was priceless.
"Okay, sweetheart. We'll stay."
"Will you play a song for me?" she asked, caressing my neck.
"Anything you want."
Bella hugged me tightly for a long moment, then stood, letting me slide into place in front of the keys. She placed herself carefully behind me and ran her fingertips the length of my sides and back.
I stepped away from the classics for a moment and played an upbeat jazz tempo. Bella giggled at that and I knew she was okay. I slowly shifted the melody and played the piano accompaniment to Billy Joel's Lullaby, seemed to relax Bella greatly. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her breasts and her cheek against my back. My body shivered at the sensation.
She held onto me tightly as a played several songs, some she knew and others I knew hadn't she'd heard before. A few I sang along with, those that had more romantic and at times, sensual lyrics.
Soon Bella's hand began to drift south. "Don't stop playing until I tell you to," she teased. I could just see her biting her lip behind my back.
I inhaled deeply through my nose as my love's hand found my throbbing length. She began to stroking my gently, laying small kisses across my back. My eyes closed, but I kept my fingers on the keys, producing the soundtrack to her steady, smooth motions.
"Edward," she purred into my ear. Her thumb swept across the head, spreading my pre-cum around. I swallowed hard, titling my head to the side, stretching my neck in an attempt to sustain my composure.
"Yes, Bella." I replied, my eyes still closed.
"Make love to me," she breathed. I stood slowly, turning around. I pulled Bella onto my lap. My fingers slowly trailed the curves of her body as I wrapped her legs behind my bag. I lifted her up, gently lowered her dripping core onto me.
"Baby,'' she moaned. My hand found the back of her neck and I brought her face to mine, our lips moving together softly, slowly. The taste of her filled my mouth, the feel of her smooth satin skin against mine caused me to shudder with pleasure.
There was no measure for love I felt for this woman. No vessel that could contain it. No words that could faithfully describe it. Her body moved against mine, her lips tangled with mine and my heart and her soul held tight to each other in this torrid embrace. The mother of my child and the complete and utter savior of my sanity. I would do anything to see her smile, anything to feel her close.
In that instance, Bella pulled herself closer to me, her pert nipples rubbing up and down the height of my chest. Her soft moans and pants were intoxicating. I kissed her all over her cheeks and her neck, caressing her collarbone with my tongue. Our lips would reunite, every so often, renewing the silent vows between us.
Bella's body began to move faster as she chased more friction, craving more of what my body had to offer.
"Edward," she whimpered.
"Yes sweetheart," I growled, the effort of my thrusts clouding my tone.
She pressed her lips to my ear, breathing the words "I love you."
I couldn't contain it any longer. I pulsed inside her then, thrusting hard. The walls of her dripping core clenched around me. We both panted deeply, our twin climaxes erupting together. She rode me harder a few moments more, milking me completely, before she collapsed breathless on my shoulder.
I stood carefully, her body still wrapped around mine. She clung to me, soft kisses covered my neck and shoulders. With my free hand I closed the lid of the piano and sat her gently on top. She released her legs slowly, but kept her around my neck.
I looked down her smiling, moving her hair out of her face. She beemed back up at me a small smirk teasing the corner of her mouth.
"Isn't this little disrespectful?" she teased.
"To the piano or Mr. Morgan?" I laughed, pressing my lips to hers gently.
We spent the rest of the evening, expressing our love for each other in every physical way possible. Telling each other of it, often. She was my universe and I hers.
Shortly before dawn we dressed, pulling on the final articles when we heard a knock at the door. It was Alice and Jasper.
"Yes," I said quietly.
Alice poked her head in the door. "Just wanted to make sure you guys didn't lose track of time." She giggled. I actually wanted to see if the piano had survived the night.
"Is Wilkin's office okay?" I asked, buttoning my shirt quickly. Bella picked up my blazer for me and took my hand.
"You steal anything else from him?" She teased.
"No, but there are some pretty funny notes in our files. Apparently the school councilor is on "Alert" in case any of us exhibit any odd behavior," Jasper said. We all burst into laughter.
With that we headed to the cars to meet Emmett and Rose, then home to wait for our beautiful daughter.
This was more of a transition chapter, but who cares, Bella and Edward were doing it. There is more angst on the way and some silly girly fun I'm really looking forward to.
If you haven't seen Joe Wright's P&P, I highly suggest you check it out. It's one of the most beautiful movies I have ever seen and before Rob came along I was OBSESSED with Matthew MacFadyen who plays Mr. Darcy. Im talking OBSESSED!
The whole scene where Edward helps Bella off the piano.. I saw that whole thing as playing out EXTREMELY SLOW AND SENSUALLY in my head. I don't know, just thought I'd share that.