This chapter is for IcelandGirl812 for being the only one to guess even remotely close to what would happen in this chapter, and she did it waaaaaaaay back at the beginning of the story! Here is the chapter with everything you've been waiting for all this time, hon, and I hope it lives up to your expectations. And it has your favorite character in it, too! XD
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Friday Night
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I was rereading Edward's old copy of The Prisoner of Azkaban--my silly kitten bookmark still in place in the middle of chapter 11 from nine years ago--when a quiet knock sounded on the door, announcing Edward's presence. He opened the door before I had a chance to answer, shutting the lights off before he had even entered, plunging us into darkness.
"Hey, what's up?" I smiled as he sat next to me on the bed.
"One guess," came his husky voice and I let out a gasp as his lips attacked mine, and he immediately took the opportunity to delve his tongue in, letting it caress the inside of my mouth like I'd been wanting that tongue to do for a long time. This was most definitely not what I had in mind when I invited Edward up here, but I wasn't going to complain. Perhaps his stress this evening was simple frustration that he couldn't act out on in front of his family.
I had forgotten what an amazing kisser Edward was; throughout all the little games of attraction and rounding the bases we'd done in the past couple days, he had yet to really kiss me. He had touched those wondrous lips to many different parts of my body, but not my mouth, the only exceptions being the silly third-grade trick he pulled in the kitchen on our first morning in the house, and the brief peck after he touched me the night of our wine tasting experience. But he was really kissing me now, and it was heaven. He tasted jus as wonderful as I remembered, but with a bit of nicotine thrown in the mix. Ah, how I loved that tobacco taste. When I moaned into his mouth, he took that as a sign to go ahead with whatever his plans were. He laid me down on the bed, bringing himself down on top of me as he continued to explore every inch of the inside of my mouth, as if it was the first time all over again.
"So is this making love or just having sex?" I tried to clarify as casually as possible when he gave me a chance to breathe. Edward had mentioned before that he only wanted to make love to someone, and I realized just how much better that would be, and my heart raced as I anticipated his answer.
He just chuckled against my throat and whispered, "The former." My breath caught and my heart beat at an alarming rate as he began to slowly strip us of our clothes. Not nearly soon enough only his boxers and my panties stood in the way of both of us finally getting what we had wanted for far too long.
His hands were gently caressing my breasts as he tenderly kissed me. And while that felt amazing and everything, it wasn't the feeling I wanted — no, it wasn't the feeling I needed. I wanted that passionate, uncontrollable feeling from my dream to resurface so that I could have the best of both worlds: make love to my Edward while enjoying wild, crazy, passionate sex.
I let my hand travel down to slip into his boxers, hoping he would get the point, and he did. His hands left my breasts and moved agonizingly slowly down my torso and they approached the spot I was longing for them to. He continued with his slow pace as he removed the remainder of our clothing, and his hand slipped inside me, feeling how wet I was for him. For my Edward.
"God, Bella, I do this to you?" he whispered seductively, causing my juices to just slide down my leg.
"That and more; I've wanted this for a really long time," I managed to breath out between rubs of his fingers inside of me. My hands were pressing into his back, pushing him as hard against me as possible, while his other hand was at the nape of my neck, gently intwined in strands of my hair, brushing through it as sweetly as possible.
"How long?" he asked, letting his tip barely touch my entrance before pulling himself away. I never thought that Edward could be such a tease and just moaned, which he covered up with kisses, and he repeated his question.
"The beggining of high school. Puberty," I admitted in a moan, and he nodded.
"Same here, babe, same here..." Babe?I thought to myself surreptitiously. That was new, and I never really thought of myself as the type of person who would like a petname like that, but coming from Edward, I didn't really care what he called me, as long as it meant I was his.
Then he finally entered me, and this feeling—knowing that it's the love of your life that's entering the most sacred crevice of your body—that feeling is unbelievable. He started moving in and out, back and forth, his lips pressed to mine the whole time, cutting off the sounds of my moans so we didn't wake the house.
I let one hand move up to grab a handful of his beautiful hair into my hand and my other slid up and down his back, pressing him as close to me as possible, as I let my hips meet every thrust of his with my own.
"Oh, Edward," I let out when he started moving harder and deeper into me.
He paused for just a second and looked me in the eyes.
"Bella..." he murmured.
His halt in his movements had let me gain control of my brain. "Yes, Edward?" I said, barely audibly. I could think, but I could barely breathe yet.
He gazed into my eyes for a moment longer, and the whole time I could feel him throbbing inside of me, and I knew that whatever he was looking for in my eyes must have been important because I could feel the physical need of his body to just continue what we were doing.
But being able to control his body so perfectly didn't mean that I had control over mine: my hips started rocking against his, trying to recreate the friction that I so desperately wanted—I had been so close to my release, as had he—but he put his hands on my hips to halt me.
I wasn't having that. Whatever he needed to find in my eyes, he could look for later; I was finally with my love and I wasn't going to stop, damn it. I rolled us over so I was on top and pressed my body against his, grinding down onto him. He moaned and I did, too, and then I heard Anthony's voice in the hall.
"Where the hell did that fucking bastard go... I hope he's not bothering Bella while she's trying to sleep..." I couldn't help but let out a giggle... this was hardly considered "bothering" in my book, and Anthony always did know how to swear up a storm without managing to be insulting.
I was still riding on top of him when the door clicked open and Edward, being the gentleman that he is, flipped us over so he was covering my body from view, before he slipped himself out of me. I was instantly feeling the loss of his pulsing manhood inside of me, even if it was just sitting in there, not moving. It may sound strange or sick or whatever, but I liked the feeling of Edward, knowing that his throbbing was for ME and that it was him that was inside me... His penis was currently the most magnificent thing about him, even though his brother was in the door frame looking for him.
But I could hardly catch my breath from this sudden change of position still when I heard, "Oh, God! You have a girl in here! Where the hell is Bella if you're in my room, Anthony?"
At those words, I blanched. The person who just walked into this room had called this "his room" and the one on top of me "Anthony"... which would mean that it wasn't Edward I was with right now.
"JESUS CHRIST!" I yelled. "You're Anthony?!?!?!!?!" I tried my best to control my anger and volume, only letting out that last part as a hiss.
"What the--Bella?!?!" The betrayal in Edward's (the real one's) voice was obvious, also reflected on his face when he flipped the lights on. "What's going on?"
"I thought he was you!" I cried, trying to cover myself up, but the blankets were tangled up around our legs.
"What?" Edward gasped. "You tricked her? I can't believe you, Anthony! How could you do that to her?" Edward threw his brother off the bed (so he wasn't so near to me, I'd wager) and tossed his sheets over me.
Anthony still had yet to say anything; he was just slowly gathering up his clothes and putting them back on.
"You better explain yourself right now," Edward growled, and even I was slightly frightened of him.
"I thought she knew it was me," he mumbled. "She could always tell us apart before..."
Edward looked at him as if he had a point, then he looked me up and down, appraising what he saw there. He couldn't have possibly thought that I'd willingly have sex with his brother, could he?
"What? No! You turned off the light before you came in! I could only make out the shape of your body and... and your tattoo! It's gone!" I had seen his wrist, and it was bare... That should have been proof enough for anybody if they were trying to figure out if they were having sex with the twin brother they loved or the other one. I wished he had worn short sleeves at dinner so that I would have noticed before all of this.
Edward sighed. "He got it removed a few years back... damn it! Fuck, I don't know which one of you to be mad at!"
It should be me, I thought. I should have known better than to think that Edward would really want me. That we could make love together. I should have known it was too good to be true and never allowed myself to begin to hope.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Oh, Bella, love, I'm sorry." His fierce face crumpled as he came to sit next to me on his bed, wrapping the sheet around me more thoroughly before letting him arms bind me to him. He must have thought I was disgusting; first thinking I had the right to have sex with him after he proclaimed his feelings on sex, and then actually doing it with his brother... No wonder he couldn't touch my skin. But he continued with his apology nonetheless. "I didn't mean it; I could never be mad at you over this... I shouldn't have said that. This isn't your fault, love," he tried to comfort me.
Just then he noticed Anthony with his hand on the door knob.
"Don't you dare leave this room now." He let out in that menacing (is it wrong to say that I thought it was sexy, too?) growl again.
"What do you want from me?" Anthony asked. "I came in here because she's a beautiful, funny, wonderful, amazingly sexy woman, and I thought that she wanted me, and she said she did, and then, yes, I did fuck her-" I flinched at those words, as did Edward "-but then she called out your name and I stopped. Then before anything else could be said or done we heard you outside... and you know the rest," he finished lamely.
Edward held me tighter with each detail mentioned, nearing causing me pain when he heard his brother use that vulgar word. After his explanation, Edward just glared at him for a long time... It could have been only a coulple minutes or it could have been an hour--I didn't know, as I was busy watching Edward's face the entire time.
Finally, Edward spoke.
"I can't fault you on your reasoning for wanting to be with her in the slightest, considering how true all of that is. But I certainly cannot forgive the disrespect you showed her-"
"I told you I thought she kne-!"
"I suggest you shut the fuck up." Edward cut him off with that brilliantly sexy sailor tongue of his. "I cannot forgive the disrespect that you showed her by using such crude language to describe the, ah, time you shared together. Bella is too... too... perfect to have such licentious vernacular used when in conjunction with anything about her." He smiled down at me briefly and I felt my heart sing before remembering the situation we were in.
Instead, I just sighed, amazed at how eloquent he could sound when simply saying that he didn't like that his brother's choice of words.
"I am willing to let you apologize to me at a later point in time regarding specific issues that you, dear brother, are well aware of, although Bella is not." That part confused me, but I figured I'd let it slide for now. Bros before Hoes, maybe? "Now, I suggest you make yourself scarce before I let myself beat the shit out of you, like I'd really enjoy doing to you right now."
Anthony took one last look around the room, and his eyes locked with mine for a moment before I hid my face in Edward's chest.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
And then he was gone and it was just Edward and I.
"Bella?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes?" I responded, not wanting to look at his face. The guilt began to wash through me again. I had broken my best friend's heart just a few days ago because I didn't want to br with anyone besides Edward. I said no to a proposal because I couldn't get over him. I didn't go to Alice's wedding, and I hadn't seen most of my friends for years, simply because the man before me meant too much to me for me to want to get either of us upset, as we had been the last time we spoke before entering Carlisle and Esme's house. And now all of my efforts were all in vain because of what I had just done. I had betrayed Edward, and hurt more people.
Edward's hand in my hair broke me out of cocoon of self hatred.
"Did I handle that alright? I mean, you don't think I was too lenient or you didn't want to add anything, did you?"
"That was fine, Edward. Now go ahead." I knew it had to be my turn for a strict lecture.
"Go ahead what?" He had a look of confusion on his face, that only served to confuse me.
"Well, it's my turn to be told off, justifiably so, of course, but-"
"No no no no no nononono, Bella. I wasn't lying when I said that I wasn't mad, that it wasn't your fault. It isn't. You know that, right, love?"
I could see that he truly didn't believe that it was my fault, so I decided to let him live in his illusions. "Yes, I know." I looked at the floor until I felt his hand under my chin, guiding my face up to meet his.
"You're lying," he said, looking in my eyes, which I immediately closed. He chuckled a little at my reaction. "Bella, you're not to blame... and neither is he technically... and I can truthfully say that I'm pleased with your side of the story."
That surprised me and I opened my eyes to see him right in front of me, his face an inch from my own. "How so?" I somehow asked him in my dazzled state.
"Because you thought it was me," he grinned, and I blushed as I covered my face with my hands. Telling my story had proved that I was willing to have sex with him, a mortifying admission on my part after our discussion about making love, and not wanting something casual. "Now don't hide your face from me, love, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm... ecstatic that you think of me that way." He smirked and tried to pull my hands away, but I just held them tighter.
Then I realized that I was still naked, with only a sheet covering me. And I could still feel Edw- I mean Anthony's touch on me and in me and I knew that I'd never be able to sleep.
Edward interrupted my thoughts. "Do you think that one day we'll all just be able to sit back and laugh at this?" he asked.
"Oh God, I hope so. But that day is most definitely not today, not when I can still-" I cut myself off, blushing slightly.
"Still what?" His curiosity was going to be my downfall. He looked me in the eyes. "Still what, love?" Now he was playing dirty, using the "love" card on me. But it worked.
"Not when I can still feel your, well I guess I should say his touch... everywhere." I avoided specifying exactly where, because I knew he wouldn't react favorably to where his brother's penis had recently been.
"Ah," he said, a glimmer in his eye. What was that about? "We shall have to fix that, now won't we?"
I gave him a questioning look, but he just smiled at me and rummaged through his dresser, pulling something out, and then told me to stand up. He led me, still only enclosed in the sheet, into the bathroom and locked us in there.
"What's going on, Edward?" I asked. I couldn't supress the smile on my face. I knew that he didn't have anything bad planned, so I had no reason to be nervous about his actions.
"Get behind the curtain and give me your sheet," he told me, which I did without hesitation. "Now put this on." I was surprised by what he shoved in at me: it was one of my old swim suits from back in high school.
"What? Why do you have this?" I asked him, still smiling like a fool.
"You left it here before your decade long disappearing act." I frowned. Was that what it seemed like I had done, now that it was obvious I overreacted? Edward continued, unaware of my forlorn thoughts, "And I kept it... I guess it's a good thing I did. I don't know if it will still fit you though... " his voice held concern and... hope? No, that couldn't be right.
But the suit did fit. Barely. Since high school my hips had gotten wider and my breasts bigger, but the suit still covered the essentials.
"Are you decent?" he asked.
Ugh, no. "Yeah," I answered. He stepped in the shower with me wearing only his swim trunks and I smiled. He turned on the water, and I held back a shriek when the cold water burst out on us. He quite chivalrously stood in front of the water with his arms around me until it had warmed up sufficiently, then put me under it's stream. I shuddered as the hot water warmed my body, letting it soak away the memory of my biggest mistake to date.
But that wasn't all my sweet Edward had in mind. He had lathered his hands up and let them ghost their way over my body, washing away the old, unwelcome touch; he went down my arms, across my sternum, over my stomach, rubbing into my back--just about everywhere the fabric didn't cover.
I stood stock still as his soapy hands slid down between my breasts, just barely grazing me, and then again when he did my lower abs, stopping at the line of my bikini, and he bent down to cover my legs with his hands. I held onto his shoulders for balance, knowing that I would tip over if I didn't have a brace of some sort with the way he was making me feel.
"God, Edward," I whimpered when he was going up my inner thighs.
He just smiled up at me, apparently pleased with himself for making me feel that way, because his featherlight touches there turned to firmer caresses, and he had to stand up and put his finger to my lips, warning me not to wake the house... There were children here, after all. But he continued torturing me, one hand playing with my inner thigh, the other rested on my face, prepared to gently close my mouth whenever I opened it. I was relieved when I looked down and saw that he was just affected as I was by all of that.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore, so I removed his fingers from my lips and said, "Please stop torturing me..."
"Can you still feel him?" Edward questioned seductively.
"Feel who?" I asked, truly not knowing what he was talking about.
"Then I suppose I'm done with your 'torture' for now," he smirked, and his caresses moved to my head and he shampooed and conditioned my hair, giving me a complete head massage before putting me under the stream of water to rinse off. His gentle fingers felt so wonderful on the migraine I hadn't even noticed was plaguing me, that I couldn't even find it in me to complain that he had gotten me all worked up, only to stop.
Afterward, I went for the body wash to reciprocate his wonderful way of making me forget the strenuous night, but he stopped me. Again. It seemed this man still didn't want me to reciprocate the kindness he showed me, all for a silly attempt at redeeming himself for something that wasn't his fault to begin with.
"Why?" I asked, sighing exasperatedly.
"I'm being a gentleman," he said as if that explained everything. When he saw my frustration, he simply smirked and elaborated, saying, "You should go dry off and put on the clothes I brought in for you, while I finish up in here."
I didn't have a good excuse to argue with him (and my mind was still a little fuzzy from what he was doing earlier), so I just climbed out and did as he said. I had just finished pulling on a pair of his boxer shorts and a shirt when he asked, once again, "Are you decent?"
"As close as I'll get to being such." He stuck his head out of the curtain and smiled out at me. With his wet hair flopping in front of one eye, he looked way too sexy for his own good.
"Can you hand me a towel?"
"Why? Are you naked in there?" I asked, playfully trying to sneak a peek in.
"Yes," he smirked, tossing his wet swim trunks at me, making me blush and giggle. "Since you had left my presence I decided to take a real shower, and that my love, involves no clothes."
"Well, I'll give you this towel," I began and he reached for it, "if you let me see you first."
"See?" he asked incredulously. I nodded triumphantly. I would get to either way, if he let me peek or if he came out for the towel, so he might as well just let me look while he was good and embarrassed... and wet. I smiled to myself.
"You've seen before..." he said, his eyes were looking slightly panicked, and once again, it was very cute.
"No, I haven't. During that little tryst we had before, I only felt, I didn't see."
"Wasn't that good enough?"
Hell, yes! "No. Besides, you were just a teenager then, you should have grown more since then. You have grown, haven't you?" I smirked. I knew I had him.
"Of course!" Boys and their defensiveness about size....
"Then show me." He rolled his eyes.
"Fine."
He opened the curtain and there stood Edward in all his glory. His entire body was dripping wet, glistening. My eyes traveled down his chest, to his hand placed solidly on his hip, and then there was little Eddie, who wasn't little at all. If I allowed myself to remember what had been happening an hour ago, I would have to notice that little Eddie was a lot bigger that little Tony felt--engorged, lengthened erection included--and that's quite a big compliment to little Eddie there. I had thought that twins were supposed to be the same physically, but apparently that wasn't the case here...
I forced myself not to linger too long in my observation of Edward's precious possession, and continued my eye's journey down to his muscular thighs and calves, and stopping at his flip-flop tan-lined feet.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of Edward. You're a very big boy," I told him mockingly, but also speaking the truth. "I don't know what you were so nervous about showing me. Now arms out and spin around so I can see your ass!"
"No," he said sternly. "That wasn't part of the deal. Towel please."
"Come on, Edward! Please?" I begged playfully.
"A man has got to keep something to himself to retain his dignity," he said in a fake snobbish voice.
"What the hell, Edward! Your feet are tanned, but you won't let me see your ass? I just want to know if you still have those cute dimples there!" I laughed, but handed him the towel anyway.
He wrapped it firmly around his waist and stepped out of the tub, coming face to face with me. "Yes, I still have them," he grinned. I gasped and flashed him a big smile. "But don't make fun of my feet. I happen to be a big fan of funny tan-lines, as you well remember," he smirked, reminding me of the time when Alice had made me wear fishnets with a skirt on a rare sunny day and I had gotten the pattern burned into my skin. I could hardly move to put soothing lotion on myself after the fact and Edward had to help me with it.
Looking back, I think he just wanted an excuse to feel me up. I looked up at him warily and he just laughed.
"Yes, that was exactly the reason I was so insistent with helping you. Teenage boys with hormones don't bode well with pretty brunettes who need help applying some sort of cream or another to the skin of their legs," he laughed, while I just stood there with my mouth hanging open for a moment.
"Come on, love. Let's get you to bed before I shock you too much more..." With that he grabbed my hand and led me back to his room where his little alarm clock read 2:17 am.
"I hope Mom doesn't plan on waking us early," I said and he smiled. He had always liked it when I referred to his parents as my own. I did my best not to go into my old manner of thinking, and assume that meant he truly did only think of me like a little sister. I was back to allowing myself to hope, and I wasn't stupid enough to believe he didn't want me--physically, at the very least--considering all we'd been through.
"Are you sure that you don't want to visit your own mom and dad while you're here?" Edward asked me after he had put on boxers and climbed onto his little couch (we were subconsciously avoiding the bed until the sheets had been washed, changed, or burned) to sleep with me.
"I'm sure," I said. "And I don't want to talk about it right now," I added when I saw him open his mouth to ask.
"You know, this is oddly comfortable for such a tiny space," he commented, successfully changing the topic.
"It is... I mean it's long enough for you, and just wide enough so that I can't push you off in the middle of the night," I joked.
"You wouldn't push me intentionally," he said seriously.
"And how would you know that?" I asked, my smile still on my face.
"We tend to 'cuddle' at ngiht, in case for some reaso you hadn't noticed. Therefore if you push me off, I'd take you down with me."
"I fall down all the time. It wouldn't make a difference. Consider it an opportunity cost, if you will."
"I have no further comments on this matter."
"Does that mean I win?"
He pondered that for a minute. "Yes. I'll let you have this argument. Good night."
I considered debating the term "let you" but decided against it. I was dead tired; after all, I had passionate sex with a man I thought I loved, went through an intense (but quiet) argument, had the best shower of my life, and got to get glimpse of my new favorite body part on anyone I'd ever met. It was an exhausting night...
I fell asleep wrapped in my love's arms and was totally content, despite the craziness of the night.
Next chapter might take a little longer to get out. I'm trying to have it out for next weekend, but I AM in the process of moving again, and I'm also going out of town again for the second weekend in a row. Forgive me if chapter 12 isn't out until next week, pretty please.
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