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And I'm not talking about "obsessive Cullen disorder", I'm talking about the compulsive shit.
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Edward - Simplement Incroyable
Bella had insisted on the five of us coming to her damn party. I was the only one who was really opposed to it. Everyone else was bouncing with excitement as we pulled up to her house in Emmett's old beat-up jeep.
By the way things had been going lately, I was curious as to what Bella's motives behind throwing a party were. She promised me that it was something she usually did, and though I did believe her, I also knew she had been way too stressed for her own good lately.
Then it dawned on me. Maybe that was why she was having this party. I had implied something like that to her, but she never confirmed it or not. So that she could be normal again, and just for a night forget about the demons in my life who were hunting her.
I was coming to humor her, but it wasn't my ideal scene. It's not like I went to parties all that often, after all. Come to think of it, this was my first high school party. How fucking pathetic it was that I was already out of high school. I sighed quietly to myself as we walked up her massive front stairs.
I wasn't looking forward to seeing everyone from school. I had only been at that damn place for a little over a week and I was already being stalked by half the female population. I honestly did not see the appeal. What the hell was attractive about me? If only they could see passed my outsides, and into my insides – then they would know how ugly I really was.
After they had each gotten out their comments on how ridiculously huge her house was, Jazz was about to knock on the door politely when Em rolled his eyes and just opened it right up. I then had to roll my eyes, shaking my head. Emmett will be Emmett.
As soon as the large doors were open, music blasted from the speakers throughout the house, and the hammer of the base caused the house to feel almost like it was rattling. I couldn't help but smile. Being here always eased any previous tension, party or not.
"This place is fucking insane!" Emmett hollered over the music in approval.
It was true. There were every kind of different lights set up around the place – strobe lights, disco lights, black lights. It truly was a sight to behold. Then again, when did Bella ever do things halfway?
Speaking of her, I began to wonder what she was up to. There were over two-hundred people here for sure, and more continued to pile in through the door. Alice squealed in delight as she also took in her surroundings.
She then quickly pulled Jazz through the many people. I watched as they both disappeared, imaging that they were probably finding a good place to dance and shit.
Emmett had also wandered off, and Rose and I stood off to the side of the door. "Em's right," Rose actually sounded excited. "This girl does not disappoint." Just as she said this, Bella appeared out of nowhere.
Holy fucking hell.
Those were the only words that seemed to be running through my mind as I took her appearance in.
Her luxurious brown hair was in a mess of wild, teased curls just begging me to run my hands through. Her dress was strapless and tight-fitting, hugging every inch of her body perfectly – it only reached down to just above mid-thigh. It was a light silver and it sparkled like a diamond in all of the different lights.
She had on white boots that went up just barely below her knees, along with three-inch heels at the bottom. Her make-up was done to match the dress; Her eyeshadow was a light, white color and she had on just the perfect amount of eyeliner and mascara to highlight the perfection of her creamy eyes.
She was fucking beautiful.
But I knew that already.
She laughed at my expression, doing a once-around twirl for me, letting me appraise her some more. "You like?" She giggled happily.
All I could do was bug my eyes out some more and nod. What kind of fucking question was that? Surely she had seen herself.
Rose, who I had forgotten about completely, huffed loudly besides me. "Will you two just get the fuck together already?" She put her hands on her hips, irritated. "Edward," she jabbed a finger at my chest. "You and your lack of balls to ask her out or make the first move." She then directed her annoyed glare to Bella, gesturing up and down her body with her hand. "And you, dollface," she continued, "Your whole little dress-to-impress shit is getting on my fucking nerves."
Oh, Rose. You shouldn't have, really. You and your ability to say whatever is on your mind.
Bella giggled and I could tell she was blushing. "Love you too, Rosie."
She narrowed her eyes at the both of us. "I'm serious." And then stalked off to God knows where.
She chuckled once again. "Glad you guys could all make it," She told me over the noise. "It really does mean a lot to me." Unintentionally, she was bobbing her head to the loud music. It made me smile.
"No problem, Bee," I grinned, glad I came after all. Funny how things worked.
Out of no where, Jessica appeared at Bella's side. Before talking to Bella, she quickly flashed a large smile and winked at me. I rolled my eyes. I did have to wonder – How did Bella put up with the bitch all these years? Beats me.
"Bella!" She yelled over the music, "This is fucking amazing, love! You have out done yourself." Bella smiled and muttered a thank you. "Now come and talk to some people! Everyone's looking for you!"
Before Bella could reply, she was being dragged away by Jessica. "Dance with me later?" She asked with a hopeful smile. I smirked at her; crossing my arms, leaning against the wall and nodding. She then disappeared through the crowds of people.
The truth was, Rosalie was right. Sort of. It wasn't that I didn't have the balls; It was that I was still not sure if having Bella that close to me was safe. If the Volturi ever found about us being together that way. . .I mean, it was already bad enough that they even knew about her already.
Goddamn, Edward, this is a fucking party. Lighten up.
I listened to the irritated voice in my head, agreeing with it for once.
I decided to go and find Emmett, or Rose, or even Bella again. My goal was to maintain a low profile and not face any of the eye-batting plastic girls who were most likely roaming the premises. Easier said than done. Trust me.
"Hi, Edward," the Mallory twins both said in sync as I walked by. Lauren and Lucy. The blonds. I didn't want to be an ass, so I stopped and gave them each quick kisses on their cheeks and continued on. Better loved than hated.
"Hey there, handsome," some girl I didn't even recognize stopped me with both hands on my chest. "Why haven't I seen you around before?" She moved so that our chests were touching. "I'm Sue." She purred into my ear.
Her skin was the color of an orange, her eyelashes were practically longer than her fingers, and her hair was so blond it looked white. I had better places to be.
Screw the not being an ass shit. "And I care?" I gently pushed passed her, leaving her standing there, gaping like a fish. You will go far, Sue. You will go far. I shook my head at the people on Bella's guest list. Surely half of these crazy bitches had invited themselves.
I spotted Emmett – A beer in his hand and a loose arm around Rose's shoulder. If those two didn't get together soon, I'd bitch them both out Rosalie style. I half considered getting her back right then and there.
I didn't, because I finally found where all of the dancing was going on. Bella wasn't hard to find – she was front and center, all eyes on her. She was laughing and smiling as everyone temporarily stood still, waiting for the next song to began.
A song by Usher started, blaring into the speakers. Everyone immediately began moving again. My eyes stayed focused on only Bella. Once she started dancing, my breath caught.
Her hands were both over her head and tangled in her as she swayed her head. Her whole body seemed to be moving perfectly in tune with the music. She grinded her ass around – her hips constantly twirling in different directions. She was vertical fucking sex. The amount of skin and concentration she was putting into her moves was also an incredible turn-on.
She was making me fucking insane.
I noticed every single guy around, girlfriend or not, eye-fucking her with eyes the size of plates. Rather than glaring daggers at them like I wanted to, I slowly made my way over to where she was.
Her eyes were closed as she kept up her sensual movements, refusing to let anyone break her stride.
I stood closely behind her, placing my hands on her hips. She didn't even have to look to know it was me. She reached a hand up, cupping my cheek and silently urging me to dance with her. How could I refuse?
Dancing wasn't hard – it was instinct. I just followed whatever the hell everyone else was doing. If you could even call it dancing, that is. She began playfully grinding up and down my body, keeping up her twirls and spins. I moved with her, wrapping my arms fully around her waist and locking my hands together against her stomach. She let out one of her cute loud trilling laughs, and everything just seemed so natural.
It was so easy to be with her like this.
Not a single care in the world. . .
Knowing that it wouldn't last forever, I made the most of the freedom I could get. I rested my chin on her shoulder, "Very sexy," I approved in a low whisper into her ear.
"You're not so bad yourself," I heard her respond breathlessly as she kept up her dancing.
Never had I imagined the day would come where I would end up dirty dancing with the most beautiful girl in the world. It wasn't my normal behavior at all, but maybe that was a good thing. This made me feel more normal than anything else ever had. I rode on all the high feelings that knowledge was giving me.
As the song came to an end, I spun her around to face me. Her smile was simply dazzling, and her eyes were lit up with excitement as she looked at me.
Then, in that moment, something just clicked. For the both of us.
Staring into her wide brown eyes, I realized that in that instant, there was nothing more that I wanted in the world than her. The force of my need nearly knocked me over, making me breathless. I knew her thoughts were in sync with mine – Her mouth opened slightly as her eyes widened even more.
One second we were both staring at each other in complete shock and stunned realization. The next second, we were crashing into each other; the distance apart becoming unbearable.
Her arms quickly hooked themselves around my neck as mine wrapped tightly around her torso – pulling her even closer against my chest. We were both still panting from the previous song, and the next one had already started. Neither of us noticed.
Our lips finally met, causing me to moan into her mouth. This was why I had never kissed Bella before; I knew that if I did once, once would never be enough. And I was right.
Her lips were everything I imagined them to be and more. They tasted sweet, and were even softer than they looked. Greedily, we began sucking hungrily at each other's mouths, breathing heavily.
She fisted her fingers through my hair, and I moved my lips from hers to catch my breath. Her's didn't stop though; she began a trail, running her heavenly lips down my jawline and to my ear. Her nose nuzzled my cheek before she hovered her lips over my ear lobe.
"I need you," she whispered, pleading.
Fuck. Her words shot straight down to my already throbbing erection.
I needed her too.
For once, I didn't let myself think of the different options I had, and what the consequences those options would turn out to be. Because really, I could only see one.
And once my mind was set on something, there was no turning back.
With my hands, I guided her legs to wrap around my waist. She immediately obeyed, hoisting herself up and into my arms with her grip still tightly weaved in my hair. Holding on to her, I began making my way through the ridiculously large crowds of people. She buried her head into the crook of my neck and planted repeated soft kisses there.
Both too wrapped up in our little world, we were completely oblivious to the observers watching us as we went by.
It's not like I gave a fuck either way.
She was mine.
I had made up my mind that I would no longer try and fight off this shit. I needed Bella, and oddly enough, she needed me. It was as simple as that, and if it weren't meant to be, things would have stopped a long time ago.
Clearly, that was not the case.
I hurried up her stairs, completely at ease. I swore to God, this girl didn't even way a hundred pounds. That was an extremely good thing, considering how fucking long her stairs went on for. Grand staircases were completely overrated.
As I reached the top floor, I stood in the hallway. "Which room?" My voice came out huskier than I would have liked.
"Left," she breathed into my skin.
I kicked the door open with my foot, closing and locking it once we were inside. Her bed wasn't hard to find. The thing was a fucking beast. I had never seen a bed so big. As a matter of fact, I don't think I had ever seen a bedroom so big. . .
I carried her over and fell with her into her soft pillows and comforter. I landed on top of her, but supported my weight with one hand as I wrapped the other into her hair. As soon as we were both on the bed, the kissing started up again.
I thought there had been the smallest chance that I would be able to restrain myself from this, but I was completely wrong. I was so fucking gone, I couldn't have stopped even if I wanted to.
Because the moment our lips touched once again, my will power was truly crumpled into dust, along with all of my careful restraint, and any ability I had to fight off her hold on me. It was gone. All of that shit was completely gone.
So I let myself do whatever the hell I wanted, because I was a greedy fucking bastard, and was positive that I needed this. I needed her. Now.
I hadn't been able to accept that before, but I definitely could now.
She seemed to be having similar thoughts. Her soft, warm tongue darted out to meet mine. Our kissing quickly turned from sweet and tender to fucking desperation. She pushed her hips up, grinding them into mine as soon as she felt my raging hard on.
Her tiny hands began clawing at my shirt at her silent demand for it to be removed. I let out a low chuckle in her mouth before pulling away and quickly yanking it off my head. I threw it on the floor and met her hungry lips once again.
There were only a couple of small, colorful lamps lighting up her vast room. The different shades of lighting did wonders to the tone of her eyes, making them breathtaking. More so than usual, I meant. They were sparkling with anticipation as well.
Her shoes were starting to piss me off. As great as they looked on her, they needed to be removed. Immediately.
I pulled away from her face and laughed at the expression she made as I did. Her lip was in a pout – her luxurious brown hair spilling out around her face. Roughly, I tore the shiny white boots from her feet. Seconds later, they were being tossed to the ground as I moved back up her body.
Her hands frantically roamed my chest, running up and down every inch of available skin, causing shivers to run down my spine and to my toes. I roughly placed my lips over hers once again and tangled my fists into her shiny hair. Every lost emotion I had ever had was coming out, and I was becoming completely undone by what her presence was doing to me.
Her small but capable hands found their way to the zipper of my jeans, quickly undoing them and motioning for me to help her take them off. I lifted my hips so that she could slide them down my legs. I kicked them off as soon as they got to around my ankles.
I pulled away from her face for a moment and frowned. The lack of clothing I was wearing was hardly fair. All I had gotten to take off so far were her damn boots. I glared at her white dress for a moment. I wanted it off. Badly.
My hands quickly moved from her hair to the zipper down the side of her dress. I unzipped it in an amount of time I thought to be impossible and tore it from her body.
I moaned out loud at the sight of her bare chest. Still supporting my weight over the top of her, I allowed one hand to eagerly grope one tit at a time. Her breathing was coming out in panting breaths as she writhed and arched her body towards my wanting hand.
With my thumb, I swept down her fully erect nipples. She writhed and let out a loud moan which went straight to my already aching dick. I felt like I was going to explode soon with the need to be inside her.
I removed my hand, only to lower my face down for more access. Do say I licked the shit out of them would be an understatement. I fucking devoured those suckers. Till the point of which Bella's pleading moans were becoming too much for me.
I moved my face back to hers as the erotic kissing began once again. It was like a game – to see who would give in to the need first. I really wouldn't have minded loosing this game against her.
She arched her hips up, grinding them into my rock-solid dick. I hissed, clenching my teeth together. I was seconds away from giving in to what both of us wanted.
Just like Bella could read my mind, she moved her soft hands down to my only remaining article of clothing. My boxers. Without any hesitation, she slid the elastic waste band down, completely discarding it from my body. I bit down on her neck as my erection was now exposed to the slightly cool air.
Before I knew what she was doing, she wrapped her warm fingers around my length. I clenched my teeth together as a violent shudder coursed through me. "Bellllllllla." Her name rolled off my tongue in a strangled moan.
I thought she would stop there, but I was wrong. Instead she began working her hands up and down like a pro. It was both incredible and disturbing. I couldn't help but wonder how she got so good with balls. . .
Fuck that shit, I could care less at the moment – I was getting probably the best fucking hand-job I would ever get in my life.
She eventually began this pattern: Fast up, thumb over head, slow and hard down. It felt so fucking good, I could already feel my climax began to build up. She continued working wonders with her small, magic hands. As her movements began increasing, my lower muscles began to tremble as I approached my orgasm.
I almost over the edge. I was anticipating the most amazing, toe-curling sensation. . .
Then, she stopped.
Just fucking stopped.
I held back my growl of frustration as I opened my eyes to see her hands pull away. If I thought my dick had been painful before, now it was just in pure torture. You don't just leave someone on the edge like that. Ever. It's just cruel.
I narrowed my eyes at the devious smirk spread across her face. Before I could demand what the deal was, she held a finger delicately over my mouth.
"I've got a better idea." She explained in a tone entirely too sexy for her own good.
I immediately understood what she was getting at.
I moved myself down her body so that I had easy access to removing the thin, lacy fabric. I probably should have been more sweet and caring and shit, but that ship had sailed long ago. I think we were way passed tender and loving. It was pure, animalistic need.
In my haste, I was fairly positive that I ended up shredding them from her body. I don't think she minded. She moaned my name as I cupped my hand over her heat. Her arousal was practically dripping onto my hand; the warmth radiating from her center. It caused me to groan loudly in satisfaction of what I was doing to her.
I moved back up her body, placing my arms on either side of her head as I hovered over her. I was about to thrust myself inside of her, when I froze.
"Shit!" I growled, frustrated. She gave me a confused, irritated look. "Don't. . .have a fucking. . .condom. . ." I managed to mumble as her hands found their way around my dick once again. God that shit was distracting. And amazing.
All she did was smile back at me. "Birth control," she explained simply.
I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, breathing into her skin. "Thank God."
I positioned my tip, holding it right before her opening. And just because the suspense was killing us both, and there was absolutely no more restraint in me to wait, with one, hard thrust I pushed myself deeply inside of her.
I was immediately engulfed in heat. She was wet, tight, and fucking incredible. I felt every inch of her, and instantly needed to feel more. Needed to be deeper. Because this shit was so much better without a condom.
Of course, even though the only other time I'd been with a girl had been while using a condom, I was fairly positive that Bella felt the best compared to anyone in the world. I wasn't about to sit here and compare her to other girls though. She was so much better than them. Besides, I had drawn a very tight veil over that one, wretched night.
I pulled back so that I was almost completely out again. This time, I anticipated what was coming. Clenching my jaw into a hard line, I pushed in once again, even further than before.
She let out a loud gasp – her fingers digging painfully into my scalp. "Fuck!" She groaned loudly, writhing and arching herself beneath me.
I began a steady pattern; pulling out, then thrusting back in even harder than before. The noises she was making – the moans, the pleas – were causing my orgasm to build up once again. After a few minutes straight of being inside of her, I became closer and closer by the second.
She was really close too, I could tell. After I entered deeply in her once again, her legs came up, wrapping themselves around my waist tightly, causing me to go even further in. Her breathing was coming out shallow and labored as she urged me on, planting frantic kisses on my neck and chest.
I kept going – faster this time, deeper than both of us thought possible. Suddenly, a violent shudder ripped through me as my powerful climax finally took over my body. I clenched my eyes shut, fisting the covers tightly in my hands as every muscle inside of me tightened. "Oh fuck, Bella!" I groaned loudly into the soft skin of her shoulder at the pleasure I never thought possible.
After what seemed like years, I finally came down from my ultimate high. Just in time to watch Bella's own orgasm overtake her body. Her walls clenched around me, causing me to hiss at the sudden tightness. Her arms were around my neck, pulling me down to her as she bit my shoulder, muffling her loud cries.
Hers lasted longer than mine. When it was over, she released her tight grip on me and fell back into the soft pillows.
She was a goddess. A glorious, sexy, amazing goddess.
With a thin layer of moisture covering every inch of her body, her chest rose and fell with the deep, exhausted breaths she took. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were practically quivering. Her hair was a tangled, wonderful mess; no doubt sex hair of perfection.
Sighing, while also breathless, I removed myself from her completely. Rolling to my side, I also collapsed into the pillows next to her. We were both silent; the only noises were our loud breathing and the muted bass from the music below.
Words did not express how incredible that really was.
That is what I had been missing all along? Well, shit. I shouldn't have denied my wants for so long. Rosalie's words rang through my head and I realized how right she had been. How right everyone had been. Bella and I should be together. It was as simple as that. The fact that we also sexually compatible was even more proof. We fit together like fucking puzzle pieces.
"That was. . ." She trailed off, her voice in awe.
"Simplement incroyable." I said, equally dazed.
"God, your sexy when you speak French," she sighed in a whisper, turning her head to smile at me. "Now what does that mean? Just so I know your not telling me the sex was bad or something like that." She grimaced playfully.
"Simply incredible," I told her, staring into her eyes. They were a glowing, creamy shade of amber, and it was like I could see miles and miles into her soul. Cheesy shit, I know, but true none-the-less.
Just then, there was a loud pounding on the door. Bella's eyes grew wide as the door knob rattled, but I remained at ease. I had locked it when we first came. "Bella! Edward! Open up!" Alice's voice yelled from the other side. It sounded almost frantic.
"Fuck off, shorty!" I called lazily, rolling my eyes.
"Go to hell, dickhead," she responded back with an eye roll in her voice. Ignoring any further comments from me, she continued on. "Bella, you might wanna come downstairs quickly. Some douchebag was hitting on Rose and she didn't like it, and Emmett stepped in, and now things are getting kinda tense. . ." she trailed off.
"Shit!" Bella muttered, leaping off of the bed. "I'll be down in a sec!" She called back to Alice. "Try and calm them down or something, okay?"
I also got up, quickly sliding my jeans back on. Bella looked around the room for something to put on herself. Her dress would take too long and I knew she'd be opposed to the idea of taking the time to look through her wardrobe and finding something else.
I tossed her my black t-shirt. I could manage without a shirt for a little while because we were apparently pressed for time. Bella, on the other hand, could not. I didn't not want anyone's eyes on her pretty little bare body. It just wouldn't work.
She couldn't argue because she was in a rush to get downstairs. She quickly threw it on over her head and straightened it out. It was about four sizes too big, but it would do for now. She looked down at herself and frowned.
I rolled my eyes. "You look better in it than me, now throw these on too." I tossed her my plaid boxers. If she was going to wear my shirt, might as well wear those too. The idea of her in my clothes was surprisingly. . .hot.
Besides, I rather liked the idea of everyone seeing her in my clothing. It was kind of like branding her. It wouldn't even look weird that she was wearing them. People hooked up at parties all the time. This wasn't anything different.
Except it was. It was way different, confusing as hell, and overly complicated. Long story short, I guess I just wanted all of those guys down there to know that she was mine.
At least, in theory she was. We hadn't exactly discussed where our relationship had just gone yet. . .
She pulled me from my thoughts, tugging on my hand. "Come on, let's go!" She urged, pulling me out the door. I followed closely behind her down the stairs. I noticed the music had been turned off, and I could hear Emmett's booming voice from another room.
Everyone seemed to be gathered around in a circle, watching. It was in the same general area where Bella and I had been dancing. Pulling me with her, she proceeded to shove through the many watching onlookers who stared at the both of us as we passed.
We finally managed to break into the opening where Emmett was standing, along with Rose, some other guy, and Alice and Jazz off to the side. Rose was fuming with the look of death directed towards the supposed dickhead Emmett was now confronting.
"You know what? Go and fuck yourself, you arrogant son-of-a-bitch!" Emmett's loud angry voice filled the room. "Stay the hell away from her. She said no." His voice was slurred from the drinking he had been doing, but the anger made it a lot more comprehensive to the rest of us.
The guy, who I now recognized to be Quill from my science class, took a step forward, ready to fight. "I have a better idea! Why don't you go and fuck your mom!" He sneered back, glaring.
Oh shit. He went there. Telling that to Em of all people? Not good. I almost felt sorry for the bastard. That is, until Bella decided to step in.
Before Emmett could work up the anger to beat the hell out of him, Bella quickly moved herself in between the two. She held her arms out, restraining each of them from breaking into some sort of massive brawl.
"Quill," she said in an angry tone. "Either apologize, or get the fuck out of my house in the next ten seconds." I smirked. There she was – my brave little baby sea. The scene before me was comical, really. Bella was almost two heads shorter than both these guys, standing there in her baggy guy clothes. I chuckled to myself, shaking my head.
"Why the hell is he here in the first place, Bella?" Em spat, taking a step closer; his chest running into Bella's out-stretched arm. I looked across the room, meeting eyes with Jazz. He gave me a slight nod. We were both on standby in case she needed any help.
"Yeah, Bella," Rose's voice was full of acid. "He's a great guy, really. Can't imagine why anyone wouldn't want him here." She loathed with heavy sarcasm, crossing her arms and continuing to glare.
"Enough!" Bella huffed in irritation. "Now, Quill," she narrowed her eyes at him. "Like I said, you can either apologize and mean it or leave immediately."
At this point, Quill was practically seething in anger. He was glaring daggers at both Emmett and Bella. Suddenly, he lunged for Emmett. Bella moved her whole body towards him, pushing against his chest in a desperate attempt to stop him.
He shoved her away, swinging his fists and narrowly missing her face as she pushed against him again. He shoved her onto the ground this time. She fell with a loud thump. I expected her to be on the verge of tears or something, but that was definitely not the case. Her expression was downright pissed. If she had it her way, she would have gotten a knife and cut off this dude's balls in that very second.
As amusing as that idea may have been, I quickly interceded.
I darted towards him, bringing both my hands around his neck and proceeding to shove him up against the wall, slamming his whole body into it and holding him there. Before he could swing at me, Jazz and Em were each easily holding back his arms.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Okay, first," I began in an angrily annoyed tone. "Don't ever, ever, ever fucking swing at a girl, you prick. Second," I continued on, "Calm the fuck down. Go to the goddamn monster truck rally for that shit. I'm sure they're in town soon."
My comment received a few quiet snickers from the crowd as Quill's face became a mixture of fury and embarrassment. Yeah, that's what you get for pushing my girl, dumbass.
"Now," I told him in a relatively calm voice. "Are you going to apologize to Rosalie and Bella, or not?"
He grimaced, shaking his head. "Fuck no!" I heard him mutter. I gripped onto his throat even tighter, not pleased at all.
"Oh, Bella?" I called happily. "Can you come here please?" A wicked smile spread across her face as she practically skipped over to my side.
"Yes, Edward?" She said in a sugar-sweet tone.
"I'll let you take it from here," I smirked, releasing my grip and stepping aside. His struggles were no match for both Em and Jazz's hold on him. I watched, crossing my arms, ready to be thoroughly amused.
And just like I knew she would, she did not disappoint. Quill looked relieved that it was Bella confronting him and not me. If only he knew. "You're gonna regret not listening to him," she said in a soft, menacing voice while using her sweetest smile. "If you think having me take care of you instead of him is a good thing, then you are most definitely mistaken."
She pulled back her knee and in one, gracefully swift move, kicked him in the crotch with a surprisingly great deal of force. "So kiss that, beyotch." She exclaimed with a sour smile, turning around and grinning at me. "All done."
A few guys whistled in the audience. Some girls clapped and gave her praising comments. Needless to say, everyone including Rosalie was pretty pleased with how things had resulted.
Em and Jazz released him from their grip, knowing that he'd be leaving pretty shortly. He had to try and scrape up the small amount of dignity he had left, because after you get kicked in the nuts by a girl, you're pretty much royally fucked when it comes to the social status.
Just like everyone knew he would, he hurried out of the house, trying to be subtle about his departure. Yeah right. It was about the most inconspicuous thing I'd ever seen in my life, bud. Clutching on to his manly parts in pain, he hobbled out the door and started the engine of his rather loud truck. Bella kept that pleased smirk on her face until you could no longer hear his car in the distance.
I looked around to see everyone else slowly began making their way to the door as well. I guess I hadn't realized how late it was. It was just passed one in the morning.
The six of us remained lounging around the area until there was only a few people left. Jazz had a knowing look on his face as his eyes darted back and forth from Bella to me. Rosalie was wearing the smuggest smirk I'd ever seen as she crossed her arms and stared at me. Emmett was standing next to me, drinking a glass of water, surprisingly.
I shot a glance at Bella who was wrapping up a conversation with Alice – I couldn't imagine what they were discussing. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye without actually looking in my direction. I watched as her lips twitched, fighting back a smile.
It only occurred to me now that I had no idea how to proceed with this. I had no idea what to do next. So we had sex. Where did that leave us now? It's not like this was the first time I realized how head over heels I was for her. I was just accepting it now, unlike I had been before.
"Yo, Runaways," Emmett called in a loud, casual tone, waving his hand towards the door. "Let's bounce!"
Alice hugged Bella and walked out the door with Jasper. Rose actually managed to muster a friendly smile and 'thank you' as she walked by. Emmett hung back, waiting for me. He had this weird look on his face though. It was a knowing smirk, and it kind of annoyed the hell out of me.
Bella bit her lip, looking down at the floor as she made her way over to me. She stood in front of me, staring up at me through her eye lashes with a thoughtful expression. "So." I stated simply, wondering what else I was suppose to say. She waited for me to say something else. "I guess I should say goodni–"
"Will you stay with me?" She suddenly interrupted; her tone hopeful. She quickly looked down at her feet again – her hands messing with the tips of her hair. She looked up at me again with almost a sad expression. "I really don't want to be alone." She whispered.
There was nothing sexual about that statement at all. I knew exactly what she meant, because I felt the same way over and over again. She wanted the feeling that someone was there for her. She couldn't manage to be alone, because she was scared of the rejection to be accepted.
I wanted nothing more than to grant her that simple request. And even though there were still a million questions not answered between us, and a lot that needed to be said, that could all be easily ignored for at least tonight.
Because all I wanted was to hold her. All I wanted was to make her feel safe, and give her the security while acting as her protective halo.
Answering her question, I turned around to Emmett. "You guys go ahead," I told him. "I'm going to stay with Bella tonight." The look on his face told me he already knew that.
He waved to Bella. "Way to kick some ass tonight, Bells." He grinned before shutting the door behind him as he left. I rolled my eyes and turned back to her.
"Thanks," she whispered quietly.
I gently folded her into an embrace; slowly wrapping my arms around her small body. She returned it, laying her head against my chest. I rested my chin on her forehead as we stood there for a long moment, neither one of us saying a thing.
Sighing, she pulled away. "I have to set the codes," she yawned walking over to the panel by the door. I stood beside her as she punched in various numbers and clicked on different buttons. Once she was done with that, she walked over to the front door and locked it.
I was relieved at how good she was at taking care of herself while at the same time I felt a surge of pity for her. I had the feeling that there were a lot of nights like these. Ones where she was all alone by herself. Well, besides Laurent of course, but he didn't really count. He had probably gone to bed hours ago.
I silently followed her back upstairs to her room. I shut the door behind me and waited for further instruction. "Here," she slid off my boxers and tossed them to me. "Jeans are as uncomfortable as hell. I have pajama bottoms I can wear." She disappeared into her large closet, only to appear a minute later with pink and white striped fleece pants.
She walked sleepily over to her bed. "I'm keeping the shirt," she explained in a yawn. "I rather like you a lot without one on." she told me drowsily.
I smiled, shaking my head at her. She pulled back the soft covers to her massive king-sized bed, climbing onto it and snuggling herself under the layer of blankets. She stared at me, raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to stand there all night?"
Without another word, I walked over to join her. When I got to the bed, she patted the spot next to her with an inviting smile. Her warm eyes allowed me to crawl in without a second of any sort of hesitation.
I rolled over onto my side, facing her. We stared at each other for a moment before she slowly inched herself closer to me. The space between us disappeared as pressed herself completely against my body, nuzzling her soft nose into my chest.
I constricted my arms tightly around her, securing her in a comfortable embrace. Instinctively, I buried my face into her soft, curly hair. I heard her sigh contently into my chest as the room fell completely silent.
There was something about being with her this way that made me allow myself to forget the outside world. When I had her in my arms like this, it was so easy to forget all of my fears; my worries, my stress. The fact that I knew I was making her feel safe just added to my current list of reasons why I loved sleeping with this girl.
"Goodnight, Edward," she whispered quietly as her soft breath tickled my chest.
I tightened my grasp on her, ducking my head down to press my lips gently against her forehead. I held them there for a long moment before finally pulling back, burying my face in her hair once again.
"Goodnight, Bella."
CHAPTER SONG: Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
Kinda cliche, I know, but it really does fit. For both of them.
FRENCH TRANSLATION: "Simplement Incroyable" - simply incredible
A/N: I know some of you were expecting the Volturi to show up or some fiasco like that. Really? Would I be that mean for their first time? They're coming eventually though, trust me. Seriously; savor the fluff now because who knows how long it'll last. And for all the important questions that I have not yet answered - those are also coming. Eventually. Just relax, because you will find out, dears.
Reviews are better than wearing Edward's clothes.
Mkay. That's such a fucking lie. But I'd still like one anyways? (:
