Summary: Edward and Bella have grown up hating each other. Can being forced to
spend one HOT Spring Break together change all of that?
Disclaimer: I took inspiration from Stephenie Meyer, but I do not own anything of Twilight.
Enemy Mine
Chapter Eleven: "Alone Time"
Edward missed a step on the way out the door.
After all of this crap, they were finally going to be alone together. Damn, it had turned out to be a hell of a day, he thought as they walked into the garage. He raised their hands to his lips and kissed Bella's fingers.
"Everything is going to be OK, baby," he told her, knowing that he'd make it so one way or another.
"When did you get to be such an optimist?" Bella teased lightly as she let go of his hand to move around the car. She was not going to break down on him again. Not when he was trying so hard to make her feel better.
Edward grinned at her over the top of the Volvo. "Since I, apparently, have this incredibly sexy girlfriend," he told her.
Bella smiled, a real smile this time, and slid into the passenger seat. Edward got in on his side and started up the car, grumbling under his breath about Emmett leaving the garage door open. The rain started peppering against the windows as soon as Edward backed the car out and Bella noticed for the first time that the sky was gray and dark.
"So," she began as they pulled out onto the road. "Girlfriend, huh?"
Edward looked at her curiously.
"I did hear you correctly in the kitchen, right?" Bella went on. "This incredibly sexy girlfriend that you speak of, would you be referring to me?"
"Well," Edward responded. "You are incredibly sexy."
Bella turned in her seat so she could see him easier. "And…" she prodded.
Edward ran his hand through his hair and his eyes tightened up briefly. "Maybe I shouldn't have said it like that?" he said, he mood suddenly changing.
"What do you mean?" Bella asked, her body tensing up in response.
Edward reached over and grabbed her hand again. "No, no baby, not the incredibly sexy part because, damn, you are that! I meant with Alice in the kitchen. Shit! I just realized I blurted everything out without even asking you first."
"You mean calling me your girlfriend?"
"Yeah," Edward said in frustration. "Fuck! What a jerk I am!"
"What? No, Edward, you're not!"
"We talked about why we were going to keep things quiet. I mean, we agreed to at least not say anything while you were staying here this week and I just go blurting it out because I was pissed at Alice." Edward shook his head. "I'm a horrible boyfriend."
"Edward, stop. You aren't," Bella told him. "And I like the sound of that, by the way."
"What?"
"Boyfriend."
"I did it again," Edward shook his head. "Blurted it out, I mean."
Bella giggled slightly and kissed the back of his hand. "No, I'm glad you said it. Both times!" she admitted. "Actually, I almost told Alice this morning in her room and I didn't even think that I should have talked to you about it first. So, you have nothing to feel guilty about."
"I guess we are both new to this," Edward agreed as he turned his head to give her a wicked smile. "Bella?" he drawled out seductively, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
Bella laughed. "If you'll be my boyfriend, Edward," she cooed back in a soft voice and laughed more.
Once again he had managed to make her laugh when she had been about to cry. How did he do that?
"I've never been a boyfriend before," Edward warned her. "I might suck at it."
"You don't suck at it," Bella assured him. "But you need to hurry up and get us to my house."
"Why?"
"Because your girlfriend is in desperate need of her boyfriend's lips on her mouth," Bella told him in a serious tone.
"Just her mouth?" Edward smirked.
"Hmmm…." Bella moved her other hand to his thigh. "Drive faster."
Edward pushed the accelerator to the floor and Bella laughed even harder.
They pulled up to the Swan house a little while later. Bella had managed to work her hand underneath Edward's shirt but he had stopped her after nearly running a red light.
"I thought we'd never fucking get here," Edward sighed when he parked the car in the driveway. "Oh shit, please tell me you brought your key because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't survive the drive back to get it."
"You can relax, boyfriend. We still keep a spare one under the eves."
"Damn, I really like how you say that word?" Edward confessed.
"You like how I say 'eves'?" she teased. "Boyfriend, you are a strange one."
Edward laughed. "Get out of the car, you shrew. Shit, we need umbrellas."
Bella jumped out of the car and tried to shield her face from the rain as she ran through the muddy lawn. Edward followed behind her to the shelter of the porch and shook the water from his bronze hair.
"Who lives in Washington and doesn't keep an umbrella in their car?" Bella asked retrieving the key to unlock the door.
"I'm a rebel," Edward explained as they darted inside and shut the door against the storm.
The house was dark and quiet except for the soft pattering of the rain outside. Bella left the lights off and started backing into the living room.
"Rebels are hot!" she declared with a smoky look in her eyes.
Edward stalked towards her and swept his hand behind her neck, tilting her head back. The stillness of the house seemed to emphasize that they were alone. It made his blood pumped even faster and he would swear he saw Bella's pulse beating in her neck.
"I need your mouth," Bella whispered before he could even speak.
Edward pulled her face up to his and pressed his opened mouth against hers, flooding their senses with the taste of each other.
Bella moaned and moved her lips urgently against his. Their tongues met in the middle and stroked each other. Fuck! The sensation was amazing. She felt Edward's hand on her ass, lifting her slightly so their pelvises rubbed together. He was already growing hard and she rotated her hips to get more friction against that hardness. The sweet warmth between her legs was building into a fire. It blocked out anything and everything that was happening in her life except what was happening between them.
Edward moved his hand down the back of her thigh and hitched her leg partly around his hip. This opened her up further and he pressed himself firmly between her legs. He waited to gauge her response but when she cried out his name in a moan he decided to continue grinding himself against her heat. Bella's arms clung to his shoulders now and she was panting in soft cries that he wasn't even sure she knew she was making. Holy shit, those sounds turned him on!
Their lips came together again and again in almost desperate kisses. Even when they paused to breath they didn't move their mouth apart.
"Can't keep my fucking hands off of you," Edward mumbled as he slid his fingers under her shirt.
Bella whimpered and dragged her mouth along his jaw to his ear. "Closer," she breathed. "I need to be closer to you… its never close enough…"
Edward gripped her ass again and lifted her up. She instantly wrapped her legs around him and squeezed them tight, pressing their bodies together. Moving across the room he carried her to the couch and sat down so she was straddling him. Bella took advantage of this position and rocked against him, rubbing their chests together, their stomachs, their lower bodies, creating friction against where she ached the most. Edward's hands were still on her ass and he began moving with her, pushing and pulling her hips, feeling himself growing harder with every thrust.
Bella tilted her head back and moaned. Her whole body felt like it was pulsing and when Edward lowered his mouth to her breast to kiss her nipple through her shirt it sent shock waves all the way down to her toes.
Edward could feel her nipple hardening against his mouth, but the barrier to her skin frustrated him. As if she could sense what he needed, Bella began to slowly slip her shirt over her head. Edward stared, mesmerized, as Bella's pale flesh came into view, her breasts covered by a soft, white bra with tiny pink roses all over it. It looked sweet and innocent and so fucking hot he nearly lost it right there.
"I swear you are going to be the death…." Edward's words were cut off as Bella slammed her mouth back onto his.
They kissed each other long and hard, their lips never parting as their tongues explored each other's mouths. The cotton of her bra was soft beneath his fingers as he stroked her breasts, making her whimper. He drew his hands around her bare back and slipped them down the waistband of her jeans, chuckling against her lips when he encountered smooth cotton.
"So you are wearing panties," he said.
"Hmmm… for now at least," Bella leaned down and kissed his neck just behind his ear. "Why? You want to do something about it?" she teased.
Edward groaned and tossed her playfully down on the couch. She laughed as her back bounced against the cushions. Edward immediately leaned over to taste the bare skin on her flat stomach and Bella began to pull at his shirt to get it over his head. Edward raised his face just enough to assist her and tossed the shirt to the floor. Bella ran her hands over his smooth back as he lowered her mouth to her stomach again. He traced her navel with his tongue and peppered kisses along her hipbone.
"Edward, that tickles," Bella giggled and squirmed when his silky hair brushed against her sensitive skin. She sifted her fingers through the copper strands, pulling slightly and biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"Do they match?" Edward asked as his mouth lingered at the button of her jeans.
"Does what match?"
Edward's green eyes sparkled as he looked up at her. "Do your panties match that cute little bra you are wearing?"
Bella raised a surprised eye at him.
"Because if they do," Edward went on. "I may have to prepare myself for the sexiest damn site I'll ever see."
Bella continued to bite her lip, wondering how much she should tease him. He made her feel so fucking bold. So confident and…safe.
She raised herself up on her elbows, "Sexier than if I wasn't wearing any panties?"
Edward groaned in defeat and collapsed on her stomach causing Bella to giggle some more.
The phone rang and they both groaned.
"Don't worry," Bella told Edward as she went back to playing with his hair. "The machine will get it. I'm not even supposed to be here."
"You've reached the Swan residence," Charlie's voice came through the speaker on the answering machine after the third annoying ring. "Please leave a message after the beep."
"I can't believe your dad still uses that old thing. Why doesn't he get voice mail?" Edward mumbled into her stomach without raising his head.
"Better yet, why doesn't he get a cell phone like everyone else?" Bella asked in return. "If he would get a cell…"
The machine beeped and Bella's comment was cut off by the sound of a gruff voice leaving a message.
"Charlie! I know you aren't home yet, but I need you to call me as soon as you get in."
Bella sat up abruptly and Edward raised his head to look at her.
"That's Billy," she told him, sliding back against the arm of the couch. "That's Jacob's dad."
"There is a situation, Charlie, and I don't think it's a good one. You need to know about it and I'm sorry that that I have to bother you with it as soon as you get home. Just, call me, will ya? I'll be in all night. Thanks."
"What situation?" Edward asked incredulously as if the machine could answer him.
"What is he talking about?" Bella wondered, shaking her head. "This couldn't be about Jacob, could it?"
"I don't know. Maybe that asshole said something about what happened at the lake."
"Oh, shit! Billy could tell my dad that I was with you! Who knows how Jacob would make it sound."
"Maybe you should call your dad."
"What? No!"
Edward was a little shocked at Bella's forceful reply.
"Bella, I just meant maybe you two should try talking again now that he's had some time to calm down," Edward explained gently. "Try to defuse things before they get back to town."
Bella was shaking her head before Edward could even finish.
"OK," Edward sat up straighter and Bella pulled her knees to her chest. "What about talking to your mom instead?"
"No!" she replied harshly again. "No, Edward! I am not calling them. I'm not going to bug them with this again."
"Bug them?"
"This is their time," Bella went on insistently. "It's bad enough Billy had to call my dad after the barbecue and put him in a foul mood. I can't go dragging my mother into this too."
"Baby, listen to yourself," Edward tried to keep his tone calm and he put his hand on the top of her knees.
"What?"
"You don't want to bug them? Or drag your mother into this? Bella, this is serious. You were threatened and hurt! It's not like you are burdening your parents about breaking a nail."
Bella was shaking her head again. "But this trip is important for them. And it is important that they don't get upset or fight."
"Why?"
"It just is, Edward! Would you drop it?!" Bella put her hands over her mouth as soon as she realized she was yelling. The tears started immediately after. Damn it! She'd been trying so hard not to get emotional again and all corking her feelings did was cause her to snap at him. What was wrong with her?
Edward stared at her silently, a little stunned by her outburst and more than a little concerned about her crying again.
"I'm sorry," Bella gasped when she removed the hand from her mouth. She crawled into his lap, straddling him again, and tried to wrap him in a hug. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Edward," she repeated again his neck.
Edward put his arms around her slowly and pulled her against him. He sighed, and lay his chin down on her shoulder. "I know, Bella. It's OK," he told her softly. "I just want to make things better for you and I don't know how," he admitted in frustration.
Bella pressed her body closer to his and let him rock her gently. Their upper bodies were flush against each other's. She could feel his firm chest against her breasts and his toned abs against her flat stomach. Suddenly she realized exactly what she wanted.
"I know how," she said, still talking into his neck.
"How I can make things better? Tell me."
Bella pulled back just far enough to rest her forehead against his. "Take me upstairs," she whispered shyly, almost as a question.
Neither of them spoke as Edward's hand came up to caress Bella's cheek. He raised her chin so he could look into her eyes and she stared back at him. There was no doubt or fear on her face, just desire and trust.
Edward stood up with Bella still in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly as he walked them both to the stairs. Her legs gripped his waist and his hand gripped her ass firmly while his other hand was on her back pressing them closely together. Bella breathed against his shoulder contently as he carried her up the steps to her room. It had been a few years since he had been on this floor of the Swan house, but he hadn't forgotten. The door just to the left was hers and it was slightly ajar. Edward pushed it open with his foot and carried her inside.
The room had subtle differences but hadn't changed much since they were kids. A new computer now sat on the desk to the left of the bed and the bed was no longer covered in a mountain of stuffed animals. Unlike Alice's room, there weren't any clothes strewn about, just a few books on the floor near the rocking chair. The curtains were still the same sheer lace that let in just a touch of the early evening light.
Moving further into the room, Edward set Bella gently on the bed. It was cleanly made and covered in a soft purple comforter he had never seen before. She released her hold on him and scooted over so she could pull him down with her.
"They do, by the way," Bella stated as she lay back on the pillows.
Edward settled on his side, hovering over her. "Do what?" he asked as they kissed gently, both relaxing into the bed.
"They match," she said against his lips.
When he pulled back to look at her, Edward saw that she had undone her pants to reveal soft, white cotton with little pink roses peeking out from between her legs.
"Holy fuck," he breathed in awe.
The look of lust in his eyes did amazing things to her and Bella pulled him down, demanding another kiss. Edward didn't hesitate but kissed her passionately, both of them moaning with need.
Bella felt more of his weight on her as he shifted closer and began to stroke her sides. When his hand reached her hip she bent her knee to give him better access to the rest of leg. He caressed her slowly, coming up the back of her leg and teasing the inside of her thigh. She rolled over to face him, never breaking their kiss, and draped her leg over his. They thrust their tongues in and out of each other's mouths and rocked their bodies together in sync until they were both panting.
Bella felt the bulge in Edward's pants growing insistently. She wanted to feel it, to know its shape and size for herself. Never having done anything like this before, she was unsure and nervous. Her hand moved down Edward's back slowly until her fingers were skimming against his ass. She heard Edward moan as she stroked him there and his muscled tightened at her touch. She continued to trail them around his hip until she reached his hip bone. He stiffened, acutely aware of where her hand was, but Bella wasn't deterred. She brought her feather like touch across the front of his jeans and brushed her fingers down the length of his zipper. His heat was radiating through the denim and she felt him grow even harder and twitch slightly at her touch. That startled her briefly and she froze in her movements.
"Bella," Edward panted breathlessly, "You don't have to…"
"Shhh…" she whispered back without looking at him. "Let me."
Before Edward could respond, Bella began to lightly stroke him through his jeans. He was larger than she had expected, from what she could feel through the material, and so hard. She could feel Edward breathing harshly against her hair as she continued exploring his shape. She knew it felt good, what she was doing. She might be inexperienced, but she knew a guy would enjoy being touched there. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to make him feel as wonderful and special as he made her feel.
Edward seemed to know what she was thinking and moved his mouth to taste her ear before speaking softly. "All I want is you, Bella. And whatever you want."
She rubbed him harder and moved her hand to undo the button of his jeans.
Edward gasped and grabbed her hand gently.
"I hate the thought of hurting you," he said suddenly.
That stopped her, and she lay back against the pillows to look at him.
"Hurting me?" she asked gently in confusion. "Edward, you'd never hurt me."
Edward stared back at Bella, his expression a mix of passion and anxiety, and comprehension dawned on her. She was a virgin. They both were. The first time would certainly hurt for her, and he wasn't experienced to know how to lessen the pain.
The most powerful emotion she had ever felt welled up inside of her as she understood his fear. He cared so much! No one else had ever cared so much about her before! Her hands cupped his face as she looked up at him, just staring in wonder. For all his lusting and teasing, he was scared of hurting her. She had to fight to hold back her tears.
"It's OK," she told him, pulling his face closer to hers. "We'll do this together."
Edward kissed her and released the passion he'd been holding at bay. His need for her was so great he thought it might consume him. His lips forced her mouth opened wider and he heard her cry out in pleasure as he sucked her tongue deep into his mouth.
Her hand went back to rubbing him through his jeans, harder now, her fingers trying to grip his shape through the denim. She whimpered into his mouth when she couldn't speak, trying to get him to grasp her need to touch him. He finally understood and reached his hand down to help her undo the button. Her fingers fumbled at his zipper until she'd opened it up and she instantly felt his heat through his boxers. Edward shifted, and her hand found its way inside the opening.
They both broke their kiss and groaned loudly.
Bella held his solid length in her hand. Without looking down, she slowly stroked her fingers up and down to feel every shape and texture. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but it wasn't this. She hadn't expected it to feel so warm and smooth, like hot satin over marble. She hadn't expected to enjoy the feeling of touching him and want to feel the friction of her hand against him.
She realized that she could no longer hear or feel Edward's harsh breathing, so she glanced up at his face. His eyes were squeezed together and his jaw locked intensely. He looked like he was in pain, but Bella knew better. She knew he was trying to keep his control, which meant he must be enjoying her hand on him.
"Is this good?" she asked softly as her fingers trailed a circle around the tip. She knew it was, but she wanted to hear him say it.
When he didn't answer her, she closed her hand around him with just a little squeeze and ran her thumb over the tip several times.
"Bella!" Edward cried out loudly and rolled over onto his back.
"Is that a yes?"
"Fuck!" he cursed instead, seeming unable to give an answer.
Bella smiled at his reaction and took the chance to look at him for the first time. He looked even bigger than he felt. He was long and thick and standing up tall. She wondered how that would ever fit inside her, but she was sure it would work like it was supposed to. Oddly the thought didn't scare her, it made her excited.
Edward was beyond the point of speaking coherently as grunts of pleasure were mingled with pants and curses. Bella stopped her exploration in favor of long strokes that seemed to get the most reaction from him. Watching his growing excitement was increasing her own arousal and she began to breathe heavily in time with him. After a few moments the only sound coming from him was the chant of her name over and over as he tensed up and tossed his head from side to side.
"Bella! Oh, Bella! Oh, BELLA!!!"
She felt his hard length twitch in her hand at the same time that warm liquid seemed to cover it. In another instant it covered not only her hand, but Edward as well and even a small bit on the comforter. Surprisingly, she didn't find this as all disturbing. It didn't seem any different from the wetness she experienced when he touched her, almost as if it were just one more thing they were sharing between them.
Edward's eyes were closed and his breathing was slowly coming under control as he lay back against the bed. Bella watched him, smiling, and continued to stoke him lightly, fascinated by the way he softened in her hand. She released him after a few minutes and kissed her way up his chest until she could nestle herself into his neck. Edward's arm came up to press against her back, holding her to him. The touch of their hot skin against each other was only broken by the small area her bra still covered.
"Bella," he spoke finally, almost in reverence.
"I had that same reaction to you this morning," she told him, smiling.
"You're amazing!" he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"I think we are amazing together," she replied contently, snuggling closer.
"We will be," Edward breathed softly, suggestively, as he moved his hand under the waist band of her opened jeans to rub against her cotton panties.
Bella moaned at his touch, her arousal still strong, and squirmed against him.
Edward chuckled. "Don't worry, baby. We don't have to rush. We have all night alone together."
"Hmmmm…." Bella sighed. "Good thing my parents aren't coming home until…."
When Bella didn't finished her thought Edward realized she'd tensed up against him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I just remembered something Billy said on the answering machine."
"Don't think about that, sweetheart. Don't think about them at all." Edward moved his hand back to her back and began to rub comfortingly.
"No, it's not that," Bella told him. "Just something he said. The way he said it." She raised her head to look at Edward. "Billy told my dad to call him when he got home and that he'd be in all night. He meant tonight. But, Billy knew my parents were supposed to be gone until the weekend. So, why would he think my dad would call him tonight?"
"What are you getting at, baby?"
Bella sat up and Edward groaned at the loss.
"I'm sorry, Edward." She told him as she reached for the phone next to her bed. "I know I'm a mood killer. Damn, you must be so tired of me. But I just got a really bad feeling."
"Tired of you?" Edward rolled over and stroked her shoulder, "Never."
Bella smiled at him as she dialed and held the phone to her ear.
"I swear this will only take a second and then I'll be…" she cut herself off as her attention was diverted to the phone. "Mom?" she said hesitantly. "Hey, sorry to bother you, I… um…" Bella paused, trying to think of a good excuse for calling. "Oh, I just thought I should let you know that I'm not staying at the Cullens anymore. So, if you need to reach me and I don't answer my cell, you can call the house."
Edward looked at Bella in question, wondering why she suddenly felt the urge to check in with her parents.
"Yeah, I'm at the house now," Bella answered a question spoken on the other line. Her body then went tense and she stood up, spinning around to look at Edward wildly. "What do you mean I'll see you soon?"
That got Edward's attention and he sat up strait, staring back at her.
"Oh," Bella answered woodenly, her eyes still fixed on Edward's. "OK. See you soon."
Bella slammed the phone on the hook.
"What the fuck?" Edward asked in alarm.
"They decided to head home early," she told him.
"I kind of got that impression," Edward replied. "Shit! When will they be here?"
"They just passed the High School," Bella explained. "They will be here in a few minutes."
"Damn it!" they both said in unison.
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