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So after just about 10 chapters of what I envisioned for Age... it's pretty much a controversy on the Twilight archive of FF.
I'm keeping this one short and simple but putting a full one at the end of the chapter.
I'm just going to say for now on, read at your own risk.
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{To put it simple, this isn't a E/B story}
Chapter 10: My Older Man Is Ready To Love Me Like The Woman That I Am
"How are you feeling, today?" Hayden Lockhart questioned, not bothering to look up from the stack of papers that he flipped through. He walked in his office just to find his patient Isabella Swan, sprawled out across the leather loveseat sofa, with her head hanging off the edge.
"Well, then..." The therapist trailed off as he let out a soft chuckle, obviously amused to find her in such a strange position. His eyes roamed from the entire length of her slender body. Raving over her curled brunette locks dragging against the shaggy and crème colored rug decorating the wooden floors, to the sheer-black stockings adorning her legs and feet; he gave extra notice to the cleavage on display due to her current position.
Hayden found himself very surprised at her attire. She wasn't dressed as typical Bella. Oh, no. Not t-shirt and jeans Bella. She was dressed as a more mature 18-year-old. She was dressed as Isabella. She didn't move from her spot at all, but offered him a small upside down smile. "I feel... peachy." She sighed. "But, hey to you, too."
Hayden's lips curved a small smile, as he placed his paperwork on his cluttered yet neat desk. He let out a quick sigh, picking up a clipboard and striding over to a large file cabinet. "Comfortable?"
A shrug played on Bella's shoulders as she let her upside down smile form a thin line. "I guess so." A small exhale escaped her lips once she slung her feet over the wooden back of the sofa, shrugging her shoulders again. "You're ten minutes late, you know."
"Therapists do have other patients, you know." He quietly retorted, grabbing the file he was looking for. He placed his materials on the wooden end table and took a seat in the rocking chair, rather than the leather arm chair.
Bella snickered, shaking her full of curled hair. "So I'm not the special patient anymore?" She threw up quotes with her fingers at the word special.
"No, no, no..." The middle-aged man smirked slyly. "It's just that... well, nevermind."
"Why don't you tell me how you're feeling at the moment?"
"Didn't you just ask that?" She countered.
"So what if I just asked that?" He retorted. "Do you not think it's customary for therapists to ask questions?"
"Not if they repeat each other."
Hayden leaned forward, his eyes blazing with provocation. He rubbed his stubbled chin, letting his lips curve into another sly grin. "Okay my astute Isabella. Tell me, then..." One of brunette's eyebrows raised and she smirked; Bella was ready for what he had to throw at her. "Why is there a sudden change in your wardrobe?"
If it was a challenge she wanted, it was a challenge she was going to get. He watched with a vigilante gaze as she shifted her body a bit, her breasts bouncing with each move. He tentatively licked his lips, admiring the way the fitted dress clung to her slender yet slightly curvy figure. It even road up her thighs just a bit; he wanted to bite his thumb at the way she was teasingly yet coyly dressed. Sheer, black stockings and all.
The brunette wore a black, fitting dress that stopped to her mid-thighs. It's sheath silhouette and round neckline called for the classic look of a typical long sleeved and mid-thigh dress, while the low scoop in back showed just enough of her pale-peach toned skin. Her attire was to be dressed-up with heels; but leave it to Bella to be not quite ready to give up her black and white Converse sneakers.
She finally pulled herself from her upside down position and sat upright on the sofa. "I slept easy last night." She blurted out, beginning to chew on her bottom lip.
He raised an eyebrow as she went on. "You know... no nightmares... screaming... and all of that..."
The therapist nodded, reaching for a pen on his desk, diligently writing a small note of what she just said. He was glad that after their last therapy session, which was well over a week ago, that she was staring to recover. Bella was on a healthy and right track to getting over the Cullen's. She'd never turn a blind eye to what they did, but she would move on with her life and accept the fact that they weren't coming back for her.
"What have been your most recent activities, since the last therapy session?" Hayden inquired, boyishly crossing a leg over the other as he continued to rock his chair.
Bella sat up straight, changing her normal sitting position to a criss-cross-apple-sauce arrangement. She placed her hands in her lap. "I went shopping." The brunette noted, motioning to the dress and stockings. "Jess and Angela taught me some makeup tips..." She pointed to the mascara applied on her brown eyelashes providing extra volume and a dark contrast, bringing out the brightness in her chocolate brown eyes; add that to the small dab of gloss frosting her thin, yet plump lips.
Hayden nodded his head, gulping as he had just noticed the make-up lighting up the features of her face. He also noticed the ringlets of curls formed in her hair; a bit much more than the natural curled tips of her brunette locks.
Hayden was impressed and stunned by the sudden change in her. From a crying, depressed, fresh-up-the-ladder-of-being-eighteen to a teasingly sexy yet innocent and coy Bella was a big change. "I got... a few guys' numbers..."
The brunette came to notice his silence and plastered a simpering smile on her face. She wasn't used to being checked out on the spot and if she was, Edward was too busy poking around for her to have noticed. It was just astounding to have it done; let alone by an older man... one who happened to be experienced and once married before. Bella was feeling glad to have had him as a therapist and not some other middle-aged balding, lonely man.
Hayden stood from his seat, taking her hands and holding them out, motioning for her to do a little spin for him. To his astonishment, she stood up and did. His blue eyes immediately locked with hers once she was back facing him. He wanted so much to just kiss her, touch her in any and every way possible, but he held himself back.
Isabella wasn't complete just yet. He had many tests to run, many diagnoses to determine and many questions to be asked and answered.
"Was there anything else that you did?" He paused a moment before slightly shrugging his shoulders. "Checked your phone... read any old e-mails from them... did anything revolving around them?" Talked to any of the little boys that gave you their numbers? Hayden thought that last part to himself.
Bella shook her head at everything, shifting her body slightly. "Soon enough I had to move on." - "It's been two months. Give or take a couple of days..."
"Moving on takes more than just telling your mind, Isabella. It's more than just flaunting around with a new look or sitting provocatively with your legs wide open while wearing a teasingly short dress..." The brunette squeaked, her cheeks red and hot from embarrassment and the fact that Hayden Lockhart took a moment to involuntarily lick his lips as he studied her facial expression with a haughty smirk plastered on his stubbled and highly structured face.
"The hardest part of moving on is letting go while cherishing the memories shared, but also overcoming them." He finished, nodding his head at his own words. He knew them all too well; he was married once before.
Bella heavily sighed like she was trying to hold it all in, but regardless her lips curved into a small smile. "I... I think I'm finally ready." - "I want to be free, Dr. Lockhart."
The therapist raised an eyebrow, scratching the tip of his aristocrat-pointed nose. "But... alas, Isabella." He released a quiescent sign, letting his lips then curve into a smirk. "I thought you were already free."
The brunette shrugged her shoulders. "... It took a while for me to feel like it."
The two of them was silent before Bella rose up from her seat with a spring in her step. "What about you, Dr. Lockhart?"
"Me?"
The brunette nodded. "What about you? Do you feel free? Are you... free?"
Hayden licked his lips and roamed his fingers through his dark brown hair. He didn't quite like the fact that the tables were now turned on him. "Trapped." Was what he said. "I am... free yet trapped."
With furrowed eyebrows, Bella cocked her head to side. She waved her hand, motioning for him to stand up. He complied, slightly confused at her actions. The brunette walked over to him, slowly removing his reading glasses from his face. She smiled at the way he seemed to breath heavily as she placed then on hers.
"Take a seat."
Raising an eyebrow, the middle aged man reluctantly took his seat on the loveseat sofa, resting his elbow on his knee as he leaves forward. "Isabella?"
"Ah! Ah!" She interrupted, sitting in the rocking chair. "My name is Dr. Swan-"
Hayden laughed shortly, shaking his head and leaning back into the sofa's leather cushions. "We are not doi-"
"We are doing this." She sternly cut him off, crossing her arms over her chest. "You know a lot about me and I know little about you."
The therapist shook his head, frowning. "And your point is?"
Bella leaned forward. "My point is... I want to know you more."
"And why is that?"
"Because..."
"Because what?"
She didn't answer. She was a bit unsure if she should have but she did. "I want to..." She continued rocking in the wooden rocking chair. The only sounds heard in the room other than their breathing was the creek the chair would make with each rock.
How did she begin? Where did she start? The truth is, Bella wanted more out of her therapist. Along the way of his teasing therapy, strange methods... and out of context reasons involving her life... she came to really, really like him. She wanted to know him more. To know every little thing about him.
It was really silly because part of her thought of their encounters to be silly and meaningless. Just him acting out of lust like a vampire when it came to blood. But... sometimes there was part of her that said it was more than that. And it kind of made her ready to act out upon it.
Hayden sighed as she stood up and sat down on the sofa next to him. He reached over to lightly touch her soft, pink cheeks. "Why are you so tempting, Isabella?" he muttered, as if wondering aloud.
The brunette bristled, gazing into his eyes with a shocked expression. "I..." She was at a loss for words, and his touch alone made her feel somewhat light-headed.
"I... want to know you, too..." He continued, his eyes greedily taking in her soft, delicate features. "I find myself attracted to you. A simple patient of mine... one that I became way too involved with after listening to her fickle romantic tale of being in love with a little boy."
"When I said you needed kissing and you needed a man not old enough to be your father or old enough to be your brother, I had no idea that I was actually mentioning myself. Hinting to myself that you were something that I wanted..." - "Someone that I wanted to see myself with..."
"Could we... try?" Bella asked in a shaky tone, giving her plump yet thin bottom lip a tug with her teeth.
"It'd be a risk you couldn't take back, Isabella." Hayden remarked, a challenging tone in the slight husky tone of his voice.
"T-Then... if it's meant to be... the risk is definitely worth the fall." Bella affirmed. "Remember that session... where you told me to realize the woman in me?" - "I'm ready to do that. And I want you to help me with it."
A grin spread across his handsome features. "Then... here's to realizing it." With that he lowered his face to hers, catching the brunette off guard. He crashed his lips against her soft pink ones, earning a surprised gasp from her. One of his hands tangled itself in her hair, feeling the silky curls in laced with his fingers. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her.
A/N:
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Well, that's a wrap for this chapter. I wasn't really happy with the finished product because I felt like it lacked. But if you all are satisfied what was offered so far, then so am I and I promise to work even harder on the next update.
Smut... it'll be coming soon. Real soon. Might I say next chapter? *wink, wink* What did you all think of this chapter? Bella's slight "transformation"? Hayden's confession? Their little deal/pact? The future? Any thoughts on what's going to happen next?
Sorry for my questions XD
Age is just about what the summary has given. I'm not up for going more into detail to justify what some people are complaining about.
I'm not trying to be mean but let me keep it simple, if you do not like what you are reading, then simply do not read. In all due time if you choose to continue to follow this story and continue to read it, you'll simply know what I am planning on doing.
Bella finds happiness and solace in a man that has experienced part of life already. What's better than falling for a man who is experienced and will know how to handle you better than someone who plays and toys with you? Now if that came out totally dirty, I mean it in that way and outside of that way! Haha XD Emotionally, Physically and whatever other way there is.
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