Well... it seems our duo is making progress right? I really appreciate the reviews; it seems most of you very much like how things are progressing between them. Well hopefully, you will like this chapter even more. This chapter is completely Edward's point of view and I had so much fun writing it. Enjoy!
The characters aren't mine, but I take total ownership of their fuckery.
Beta love - Mynxi. Whom I love.
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Edward
Apparently, a mind-blowing, couch shredding orgasm can do wonders for breaking the ice.
Following the make-out session of my dreams, Bella changed into a leg-showcasing pair of sweatshorts and a t-shirt that was snug in all the right places. She then leaned back against me on the couch while she happily ate her sandwich. She watched TV and I watched her, our moment of intimacy spooling on repeat in my mind. I chastised myself for having ever denied her this in our past, for having been held captive by my fear. I could never hurt her. The image of her in the throes of ecstasy was more beautiful than anything the likes of Michelangelo could have ever produced. As tantalizing the scent of her blood was, it still sang to me, but the scent of her arousal was far, far more appealing.
It had been a few hours and once I'd put a temporary patch on her couch to repair the damage I caused to it, we lounged there watching mindless TV, with intermittent breaks for kissing and cuddling. More than a few of those kisses were initiated by Bella. I wanted nothing more than to carry her off to her room and ravage her properly, but I didn't want to rush things and fuck up all the progress we'd accomplished thus far. So, I followed her lead. Her cell phone rang a couple times, but she'd glance at it and then silence it. I didn't ask who was calling, figuring she'd tell me if she wanted me to know.
As sun dropped from the sky and the afternoon turned into dusk, Bella got up to use the bathroom and came back running a brush through her hair. "Feel like getting out of here? We've been cooped up all day, not that it hasn't been enjoyable," she hastily added with a rakish grin. "But I'm hungry and don't feel like cooking or take-out."
"Sounds good to me," I replied. "What do you have in mind? Nice? Casual?"
"Definitely casual. I am in the mood for some greasy bar food, a couple of strong drinks and maybe some music," she said with an excited gleam in her eye.
"I'd say were off to a bar then."
An hour later we were off, headed downtown. I drove since, well, obviously I wouldn't be having any alcohol that evening. When Bella said casual, she wasn't kidding. I said something about changing my clothes when she suggested this plan and she said I already looked fine in what I was wearing. She opted for a pair of shredded jeans with a black Strokes t-shirt layered over a grey thermal shirt, and had a pair of black Converse on her feet. Definitely not something Alice would have dressed her in, but this looked more like 'Bella'. Her hair was down, waving past her shoulders, with the exception of a braid she'd woven across the front as sort of a headband. She didn't wear much for makeup, maybe a little smoky-colored eye shadow with some mascara. She didn't need a lot of make-up or fancy clothes, even though she looked great in those too…especially those sheath dresses she wore to the office. But she was comfortable and confident in her own skin, which made her that much sexier.
"Okay, turn here…" she said, squinting down the street. "You should be able to park along here somewhere."
"Are we close enough to walk? Because, I see a spot on the next block."
"Yeah that's good, take that one."
We parked and, once we were out of the car, she grabbed my hand and started leading me down the street until we reached a bar with colorful neon signs out front. "Ringlers?" I asked. "Do they do circus acts at the bar?"
"No but they have great beer, which they make themselves, and make a pretty fine Reuben sandwich. C'mon, I'm starving." I allowed her to pull me inside, where we were immediately carded by a non-imposing bouncer sitting by the door. The atmosphere was light and the smell of greasy food and hops permeated the air. We found a tiny little booth toward the back and I flagged a server. A skinny man in black frame glasses approached the table; his glance lingered on me appreciatively. "Well hello, folks. Can I get you some drinks while you look over the menu?"
"I'll have a Ruby in the pint glass please," Bella said, looking away from the menu only briefly to address the server.
"And you, sir?" 'Mmph, lucky girl. He looks delicious,' his unspoken thoughts added.
"I'll have the same. Thanks."
"I'll be right back with those. Also, just so you know, tonight's special is the Captain Neon burger, loaded with all the bacon and blue cheese you can handle, or if your options are along the vegan tastes, we also have the Jamaican bowl on special. My name is Bryce and I'll be taking care of you this evening." He smiled at me again before heading back to the bar to fill our drinks.
"Looks like you made a new friend," Bella said, smiling impishly at me.
"Apparently I'm delicious," I replied in kind. "And you're a very lucky girl."
"Well your mouth is pretty tasty," she began. "But whether or not I'm lucky remains to be seen."
I was a little taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"
She rolled her eyes. "Think about it, Edward. My involvement with you in the past wasn't exactly all sunshine and unicorns. It left me scarred physically and emotionally, and I was hunted by a crazy she-bitch vampire for months after you left. I think the only luck I had was that you were able to overcome your desire to eat me." She paused. "You have overcome that desire, yes?"
"You're probably right, I'm not the safest boyfriend a girl, sorry, a woman can involve herself with, and you handled a lot of situations that would cause most people would run screaming for the hills. As for whether or not I've overcome my desire to eat you…" I leaned forward and smirked, stroking a finger down her cheek. "No." Her eyes grew wide and I continued, "After this afternoon, I have more desire than ever to taste you. I want to devour you," I purred.
She shivered and before she could say anything, our server came back with our beers. I sat back and waited for him to place them in front of us. "Have you decided what you want or do you need a little more time?"
Bella still sat staring at me. "Bella, do you know what you want?" I asked suggestively, stroking my foot lightly up her leg under the table.
She bit her lip and shook her head at me. "You're such a bastard," she murmured too quietly for Bryce to hear. "I'll have the Reuben, please. Salad, blue cheese dressing."
He nodded as he scratched her order down on his pad. "And for you?"
I quickly perused the menu for something Bella could nibble on while she ate her meal. "How about we get that Ale Taster's plate? Cheese, veggies, cured meats…I'll share my meat with you, Bella," I finished, grinning at her.
She was sipping her beer and sputtered a little at my words. She set down the glass and used the back of her hand to wipe away a small amount of beer that had dribbled on her chin. "Maybe. I'm not sure if I feel like having cold meat tonight."
Bryce the server looked a little uncomfortable. "So… the Taster's plate then?"
"Yes, that should do it. Thanks, Bryce." I threw him one of my dazzling smiles and heard his heartbeat accelerate.
"I…I'll get these, uh, started. Um, yeah, I'll be back." Flustered, he turned and headed toward the kitchen.
"That wasn't nice." Bella was looking at me with disapproval as she took another sip of her beer.
"What wasn't nice?" I asked innocently. "I only smiled at him."
"He just about took out that poor waitress there with a tray full of pints. You spazzed him out with that smile, you knew exactly what you were doing."
I reached my hand across the table, taking her hand that wasn't stroking the pint glass. "You're right, I should be more focused on my goal of seducing you into trying my cold meat."
"Oh for fuck's sake! That too! Where in the world did that come from?"
"I'm only offering to share my food with you, Bella. I can't help it if you have a dirty mind. Oh wait, I guess I can't know that for sure, now can I? Do you have a dirty mind, Isabella?"
She gasped and her lower lip shot between her teeth again. I knew she preferred to be called Bella, but I could tell the way I said her full name had the intended effect on her. Saying nothing she shook her head and took a healthier swig of her beer.
We were both silent for a few minutes, Bella sipping alternately from both glasses while we took in the scene. She hadn't pulled her hand from mine so I continued to hold it, softly stroking the back of it with my thumb occasionally. I watched her from the corner of my eye as she sneaked glances toward me. I could tell her mind was working from the way her facial expressions changed. She always did have a terrible poker face. I was just happy that more times than not, a smile won over irritation on her face.
Bryce arrived with Bella's salad, telling me he'd be right back with the Taster's Plate. Bella picked up the little cup of blue cheese dressing that accompanied the salad and poured it over her salad. She then used her finger to scrape out the little cup over the salad and then, pointedly making eye contact with me, proceeded to lick the remaining white dressing from her finger. She sucked her finger into her mouth, sliding it out with a pop. "Mmm, tasty," she purred. She then picked up a cherry tomato, dipped it into the dressing and lightly touched the tip of her tongue to lick it off before seductively popping it into her mouth.
"Enjoying your salad?" I asked, discreetly adjusting myself under the table to accommodate the sudden tent I'd pitched in my jeans.
"Very much so," she replied, wrapping her lips around another cherry tomato from her fork.
"What a coincidence, so am I."
Bryce reappeared with the platter, but I couldn't be bothered to take my gaze from Bella. "Thank you," I said absently as he set it down.
"Ooh, pickles," Bella murmured, reaching over to take a spear from the platter. "They have the best pickles here." She put it in her mouth partway and sucked on it for a gloriously obscene moment. "I like to suck on them a little first, the saltiness is good."
"Are you trying to entice me into clearing this table and ravishing you right here in front of everyone? Because if you are, keep it up." I would be lucky to leave here without a hole in the crotch of my jeans, I was so turned on by her little performance. Could it really have been just this morning that I was questioning her level of interest in me?
"Oh, I'm sorry Edward," she apologized with an innocent expression. "I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable." She picked up her fork with a grin and took an unaffected bite of her salad.
"Minx," I growled. Looking at the plate in front of me, it was filled with slices of various meats and cheeses, along with some pickles and other pickled vegetables. "Here, please have some of my meat."
She reached over and took a piece. "I guess I could help you out with that. That's an awful lot of meat," she purred.
"Isabella Marie Swan!" I hissed. "I'm warning you."
"Warning me for what?" she asked, her eyes wide with the picture of innocence. "You know, maybe I should hold off on that meat for a while. I want to save myself for the main course." She put the sliced meat back on the plate. Laughing at my incredulous look, she added "Payback is a bitch, isn't it?"
She finished her salad which was whisked away and replaced by a large malodorous sandwich. She drained her beer and handed it to Bryce, and then pointed at my nearly empty glass. "Two more?" he asked and she nodded, having already taken a hearty bite of her sandwich. Then she motioned with her hands where she hovered one palm over the other and then brought it a little closer, shrinking the distance between the two. "Smaller glasses?" Bryce asked. Bella nodded again and gave him a thumb up. Bryce headed back to the bar.
I cringed. "What in God's name is in that thing? It smells terrible."
She swallowed her bite. "Corned beef, swiss cheese, some kind of cole slaw; most Reubens have sauerkraut, but they do something a little different here. Oh and sweet hot-mustard. Mmmm," she moaned and took another bite.
"It's offensive," I opined.
"Good," she said around a mouthful of nastiness. She swallowed again, washing it down with the nearly all the rest of my beer.
She noshed on her sandwich, occasionally picking at the cheese on my plate, pointedly ignoring the meat. Bryce reappeared with two smaller glasses of beer. "Everything okay here?" he asked, and at our nod he walked on.
She took a drink of her beer and set it down with a sigh. "I'm starting to get full," she announced. She then looked up at me and smiled conspiringly before reaching over and taking the previously rejected slice of meat from my plate. "But I did save room for a little of your meat."
"There is nothing little about my meat, I'll have you know," I murmured, shoving the platter closer toward her.
She stopped it with her hand. "I said I'd have a little, I don't want the whole damn thing."
"Fair enough," I acquiesced. "So what's next after this? Taking you home?" Okay, perhaps my tone was a little too hopeful.
"Let's check out the Ballroom, see what they've got going on for music tonight." She gestured toward the sign advertising the Crystal Ballroom, owned by the same company as Ringlers. "They have a really cool dance floor. They call it a 'floating' dance floor."
I cocked my head at her. "Since when do you like dancing?"
She shrugged. "Since I ceased being an absolute klutz. And Daisy and Madison helped me learn how when we were in college."
"Will I ever get the chance to meet these magnificent women? It appears I have much to thank them for," I laughed.
"Don't plan on thanking them until after you see me dance," she said wryly.
Once Bella finished the two beers and our bill was settled, we made our way to the Ballroom, where an unknown band was fully involved in a set. Their sound was mostly funk-rock, a little bluesy, and a fantastic beat. And I say it was fantastic because Bella was already shaking her ass when we were less than ten feet inside the door. I stood back and allowed her to walk ahead of me a bit, just so I could enjoy that view a little longer.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "Well, come on!" she laughed. Without further hesitation, I joined her in the midst of the crowded dance floor. Her hands were over her head as she moved, swaying and shaking her hips to the beat. She turned so that her back was to my chest and raised her hand up a little higher over her head to reach the back of my head, caressing the nape of my neck, while pulling my other hand to rest on her hip. She moved against me and it was sexy as hell. "Just so you know," I said directly in her hear so she could hear me, "I'm going to send Daisy and Madison the biggest fucking bouquets I can find."
Through the next few songs, we moved together, our bodies always touching, no matter the tempo of the song. Her face was shiny with perspiration and her breathing was heavy as she watched me with heavily lidded eyes. I ran a hand up her rib cage, just grazing under her breast, and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth throwing her head back and tossing her hair to the side. It was almost like an invitation, and for a millisecond the beast within me took notice. I squelched it as I leaned down and trailed my lips down her neck, lightly tracing her pulse point with my tongue.
Suddenly, the music wound down and the lead singer announced they were taking a fifteen minute intermission. "Can you get me a drink?" Bella asked. "I'm going to go to the bathroom."
I nodded. "What do you want?"
"Just a light beer; Bud Light, Coors Light, whatever." I watched as she walked out the door down a little hall, her ass swaying in those faded jeans, and then headed for the bar to get her beer. I was going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself tonight back at her house. But then, maybe she wasn't going to want me to.
I paid for the beer and waited for her to return. I understood from Alice that women's restrooms had some of the worst lines ever, not that she used them for their intended purpose, but she frequented them to check her hair and makeup, so I tried not to worry as I waited. I sniffed the beer, which had an interesting hoppy smell and, curious, I decided to take a tiny sip to taste it, regretting it immediately. It was way too bitter, too earthy for my liking, even for someone who drank from wild game regularly.
When the band returned and began to reassemble for their set, however, I realized Bella had been gone too long. I made my way toward the door that led to the hall that Bella walked down to use the restroom.
"Fuck you! Let me go!" I heard her growl and, dropping the beer, I rushed down the hall where I found her in a dark alcove past the restrooms, pinned against the wall by a drunk and angry Roger, his hand around her throat. I could hear her begin to wheeze around the pressure.
"I saw you out there with that fucking douche from your office, dancing all over him like a slut. Is that your new man, Bella? Is that the reason you threw me away, you fucking whore?"
With a snarl, I ran up to them in a flash and grabbed Roger by his throat, causing him to release Bella. Still holding his throat, I slammed him against the. "Apologize." My words were quiet but there was no doubt my expression easily conveyed my vexation.
"Fuck you," he gritted out.
I squeezed his throat just a little tighter. "Apologize, or you are going to find yourself anchoring your next news cast with some rather difficult to explain injuries."
"Edward!" Bella warned, her voice still a little raspy. Incensed, I increased my grip on his throat a little more.
"I said injuries, Bella. I didn't say I would kill him. As long as he leaves you alone after tonight, that is. So Roger, Bella is still waiting for that apology."
"Sorry," he wheezed out. "I'm sorry. Okay?"
"You never contact her again. Is that understood? And you sure as shit never lay a finger on her again, or I swear to God that will be the last thing you ever do. Do I make myself clear, Roger Wixey?"
Roger nodded animatedly. "Crystal." His voice was barely a whisper and his face was nearly purple.
I released my hold on his throat and he sagged against the wall to the floor. "Get the fuck out of here."
Roger scrambled to his feet and ran clumsily for the stairwell.
I turned to Bella, who was leaned against the wall with one arm wrapped at her waist, the other hand absently rubbing at her throat. Her face was pale and I could smell the adrenaline from the encounter. "Are you okay?" I gently pulled her into my arms, kissing the top of her head.
She nodded against my chest. "Just a little in shock is all. He's never manhandled me like that before. He'd yell, sure, maybe say the occasional mean thing, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle or throw back at him. That was…a little scary. I'm glad I got out of that relationship when I did." She pulled back a little and looked up at me. "You controlled yourself very well. Thanks for not hurting him."
"I just got you back. I have no intention of leaving town, which is what I'd be forced to do if I'd hurt him. I could kill him, but…" I paused taking in her expression. "But I won't. I don't think he'll be bothering you anymore."
She laid her head back against my chest and I rubbed her back. "So do you want to go back in there or are you ready to go home?"
"I think I've had enough excitement for these evening, let's get out of here."
The ride back to Bella's condo was quiet. She held my hand for much of the way there, watching out the window. I pulled into the Guest parking space right next to hers and shut off the motor. She moved to open her door but I quietly hissed in disapproval. To my surprise, she paused and waited for me. I knew this fell under the 'don't smother me' rule, but considering the ordeal we both just had, I needed to do this for her.
I hurried to the other side of the car and opened her door. "Sorry," I said with chagrin. "I know the last thing you need is some jerk telling you what to do. But I need to…I need to take care of you. Just a little bit, okay? No matter where you see us in this…whatever this is, I already see you as mine. There can be no one else for me, Bella. You are it, and if I have to spend every day of this life proving my worth to you, I will…" My words were cut off with her mouth pressed to mine, her hands clutching the back of my head as though clinging for life.
In a blink of an eye, I had her pressed against the now closed car door, my hands wrapped in her hair as I devoured her mouth. Her hands trailed down my back to my jeans, slipping one in each back pocket where she grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her. She threw her head back for air with a moan, inadvertently bumping her head on the roof of the car.
"Ow!" she hissed. "Okay, so I still have the occasional clumsy moment." She rubbed her head. "Let's go inside before we give the neighbors a show."
I followed her upstairs and waited for her to unlock the door. Following her in, I heard her cat's yowling immediately change to a hiss and warning growl. "That's right you furry little shit, I'm back," I hissed back at him, too quickly for Bella to understand, though she saw and heard me hiss.
She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring back and forth between the two of us. "Both of you knock it off. You need to learn to get along!" Alejandro laid his ears back defiantly at Bella and then turned and walked from the room, his tail swishing in annoyance. She looked back at me. "Be nice to my cat."
"I haven't eaten it, have I?"
She rolled her eyes and continued toward the living room. I rushed up behind her, grabbing her hips and began kissing her neck. "Speaking of eating things, can we pick up where we left off at the car?" I murmured in her ear before darting my tongue along its shell.
"Ahhh…I'm going to take a shower and get the bar stink off of me. And then we'll see how it goes."
I decided to use the shower in the guest bath while I waited, and changed to a pair of low-slung silky pajama pants. Remembering how she'd seemed to like me without a shirt, I left the shirt off. She was still in her room, so I sat on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping channels while I waited. Finally, I heard drawers opening and closing and then the sound of her feet padding down the hallway. She stood there for a minute in a fresh tank top and pair of tiny cotton shorts, saying nothing. She then walked over, took the remote from my hand and turned off the TV. Taking my hand she tugged until I got up and followed her back down the hall to her room.
I nearly ran into her when she suddenly stopped and turned at her bedroom doorway. "We can fool around, but I'm not…we're not doing that yet, okay? But I want you in my bed tonight."
"Deal." Like I was going to argue with that.
I followed her into her room until we reached the bed. She turned to kiss me and began to lie back on the bed, pulling me down with her. I lifted her up and positioned her more comfortably on the bed as I placed gentle kisses up and down her throat. When our mouths joined once again, she traced her tongue along my lip, tentatively asking for entrance. I parted them slightly, murmuring, "Be very careful; don't go past my teeth."
Her tongue danced along the inside of my lips tracing the gum line of my teeth but taking care not to come in contact with their sharp edges. "You do taste delicious," she sighed and then opened fully to receive my kiss. She curled a leg over my hip and pressed herself up against me closer but then began to shiver. I was too cold against her scantily clad body. She pulled away from my kiss to gasp, "Under my comforter!" I was off of her and pulling the thick blanket away from under her in a flash and then dove back under the cover with her. "Better," she said before raising her head to meet my kiss once again.
Her hands softly stroked along the lines of my chest, and then slipped behind my shoulders to scratch lightly across my back. I trailed my kiss down her throat, licking and tasting along the way. I tugged on her tank top and she swiftly grasped my hands. "Allow me. This is one of my better tank tops." She wriggled out of her tank top and God bless the sweet child, she decided to forgo the bra. I lavished kisses on each breast, carefully rolling her nipples between my lips. I buried my face between her breasts and deeply inhaled her scent. It was exquisite, though it still did not come even close to what awaited me further below. I began my descent, kissing my way down her stomach, but when I went to tug down her shorts, Bella stopped me again.
"Not yet," she whispered. Before I could get too disappointed, she continued with, "I want to do you first."
I raised my head to look at her in the dim light of her bedroom. "Excuse me?"
She laughed. "You've been talking all night about me sampling your cold meat. Well, I'm ready to try it." Pressing her palms flat against my chest she pushed until I sat up on my knees.
"Are you sure?" I asked stupidly.
"Yes, and it'll help me warm up. Now quit talking and roll off, Cullen." I followed her lead and lay down beside her on the bed. She soon straddled me, pulling the blanket up by her shoulders. Smiling serenely at me, she leaned down and began planting open mouth kisses from my lips, down my throat, and then trailed down my chest, her hands exploring as she sank lower in the covers.
When her head disappeared, I tried to move the blanket but she held it fast and when I felt her little hand slip inside my pants, I forgot all about the blanket. She grasped my length firmly and slowly began to pump her hand, squeezing toward the top, twisting toward the bottom. And when I felt her tongue trace along the head, I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped me. "Bella…oh, fuck…" Her hot mouth slid down, taking much of me in while her hand continued to work the base. "Oh Bella, sweet Jesus… Isabella…" I moaned her name over and over, and before I knew it, I could feel my release nearing. "Bella, I'm about to…ungh… fuck, if you're going to move, you better do it quick…"
Bella paused only long enough to utter the words, "Edward, shut up and come." And as she engulfed my length down her throat one last time, I felt her other hand cup and then firmly tug my sack. I came almost violently in her mouth, doing everything I could not to thrust upward as I did so. She slid up the bed with a giggle and curled by my side. "That was fun."
She reached her hand across my chest to brush away a lock of hair from my face and when she did, I caught…that scent. It was all over her hand. I picked it up and brought it to my face, sniffing it deeply. "Bella Swan, what were you doing under that blanket?" I asked, dragging my tongue across her palm. Decadent.
"Oh! Uh…giving myself...um, a hand?" she said, suddenly shy.
"Oh well you should have said something. Let me help you out with that…" At lightning speed, I had her on her back and I knelt between her legs. She had already shed her shorts and underwear, so she was open and ready for me. "I have been waiting to sample this all day." I slowly stroked my tongue down the middle of her slit, savoring the flavor and the sound of Bella's resounding moan.
Separating her lower lips with my fingers, I nestled my face in until my nose and chin were absolutely buried in her essence. I never felt happier about not requiring oxygen as I set about pleasuring Bella with my lips, tongue, and fingers until she was a writhing, trembling puddle of ecstasy under me. "Please," she begged, incoherently, her hands fisting in my hair. "Oh God…!" My lips were wrapped around her bundle of nerves, and I pumped three fingers in and out of her wet heat until I felt her inner walls clench around them. She cried out my name and I replaced my fingers with my tongue to lap up every drop of her ambrosia. When I could tell she was spent, I slid back up the bed to lie beside her.
I wanted to gather her in my arms and hold her, but I knew she would be cold before long, so I moved to the top of the comforter curled around her that way. I wished I was able to sleep because, as she drifted off in my arms, she was so relaxed, so peaceful. But it was wonderful in itself to be there with her, once again holding her as she slept. I only watched her for a moment though, keeping in mind that she was now uncomfortable with the idea. Instead, I lay my head on the pillow beside hers, and listened to her deep breathing. My name fell again from her lips and I felt my lips curve up into a satisfied smile.
I'm pretty sure it stayed that way the whole night long.
A/N: Think that's the last you'll see of Roger? Also, you know those mysterious phone Bella ignored on her phone? Kinda significant, and I can tell you now they weren't from Roger. So...who or what could it be? Holla at me in the reviews, let me know what you think!