AN: And I give you yet another chapter of my nonsense. Thank you to everyone who reads, reviews, recs, etc. I'd say more, but I have a headache. Thank you to the usual ladies for just being all around awesome friends. Jenny - I hope you have fun at CC this weekend! Sarah - I miss you tons. SM owns the characters. I own a purple fuzzy bathrobe and slippers.
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BPOV
I slept all night in peace, wrapped intimately in a cocoon of Edward. I felt his cock pressed up against the small of my back, while his legs had intertwined with my own. His elbow rested on my hip as his strong, muscular forearm stretched up along my torso allowing his long fingers to curl around my breast. His hot breath left a film of condensation along my skin, as Edward inhaled and exhaled, his face was nestled into the bend of my neck. He had been breathing me in all night.
I wasn't sure how long I laid there, feeling Edward's warmth and love envelope me, but it didn't matter. I couldn't imagine feeling this secure and happy anywhere else. I was so relaxed and peaceful. I'd been drifting in and out of slumber as the sun started to rise.
The silence of his room was suddenly broken by very insistent and very urgent "meowing". Edward had frequently talked about his cat, Blizzy, but he hadn't made an appearance the entire night before. His cries were getting louder, and I sensed he was on his way into the bedroom. Seconds later he'd jumped onto the bed, carrying with him a very worn and tattered purple ribbon in his mouth. How he managed to hold onto that while mewing so furiously took some serious skill. My guess is that this was a regular routine of his in the morning.
"You must be Blizz," I said aloud, introducing myself to the cat. I did realize that it was a weird thing to do, but whatever. I managed to twist my body in the clutches of my love's arms and sat up in the bed. I extended my index finger out to the tuxedo cat, allowing him to take in my scent, and continued the introduction. "I'm Bella, it's nice to meet you, kitty."
Again, he meowed and pawed at the ribbon, urging me to take the bait. How can I resist such a cutie? I grabbed hold of the ribbon and twirled it around in the air. His pupils immediately dilated, focusing solely on his prey. I couldn't help but laugh at how his backside wriggled back and forth as he crouched down, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I watched him intently, not noticing that Edward was awake next to me, watching these events unfold.
"Now that's a sight to wake up to. A beautiful woman playing with a pussy." His husky voice startled me and my body jerked in response, which in turn spooked Blizzy and he ran off the bed, the purple ribbon completely forgotten.
"Fuck, Edward," I said, my hand clutching at my racing heart. "You can't sneak up on me like that!"
"Sneak up on you? Bella I was laying here the entire time," he goaded, laughing and wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"I know, I was just so focused on playing with the cat and his damn ribbon." I picked up the ribbon and swirled it around as if to illustrate my point even further.
"He didn't wake you up, did he? He has a bad habit of waking me up in the morning when he thinks it's time to play."
"No, I was already awake. I was just enjoying being snuggled in your arms when he jumped on the bed."
"You enjoy being snuggled in my arms, huh?" He said, smirking and scooting over to pull me into his side. "Well, I enjoyed being the snuggler."
"So that makes me the snugglee?"
"Indeed it does, Lebba, indeed it does." Edward kissed the top of my head and pulled me even tighter against his chest.
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The rest of the morning passed in a blur as I showered and got ready for work. Edward tried to convince me to take a personal day, but with my schedule there was no way I could. In fact, the remainder of the week was a whirlwind of meetings and projects and deadlines. Oh my.
You'd think with as busy as I'd been, the week would have just flown by, but unfortunately that was not the case. I'd only seen Edward once in the past three days, and I swear that time moved slower when I was unable to see him. Edward's schedule was just as hectic as mine. He'd had a trip scheduled, since before we met, to go check out a spa in Portland that was currently under bad management. He and Alice talked about possibly buying them out and taking over. It took him out of town for two whole nights, but we managed to talk on the phone at least once a day. It was during one of those daily discussions that Edward broke the news to me that he'd asked his parents about having me over for brunch with the family.
His mother was of course immediately on board and wanted to know if Sunday was too soon. I wanted to say "yes, of course it's too soon, it's your entire family!" But alas, I didn't. I decided I might as well take the bull by the horns and meet the family.
After all, I'd met Alice already and she was a wonderful person, even if she reminded me of a Tinkerbell hopped up on methamphetamines. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.
Alice and I had also talked frequently on the phone this week as she hounded me with questions about my relationship with her brother.
It was Saturday morning and after the busy week I'd had, I managed to sleep in until eleven o'clock. Cecilia was kind enough to let me sleep in peace, and not bang incessantly on the rod to the mini-blinds. I showered quickly, wrapping my hair in a towel and threw on my bathrobe. Then I scarfed down a warm blueberry bagel with vanilla cream cheese. It tasted like blueberry cheesecake.
I was currently laying on the couch, with Bishop curled up on my chest as I typed away furiously on my laptop, sending out some last minute emails before I put my work to bed for the rest of the weekend. Alice had called earlier this morning at some ungodly hour, and left a voicemail that hurt my ears to listen to, she was shrieking so loudly.
I finally just deleted it without finishing, and opted to call her back. She'd heard that I was coming for brunch to meet the rest of the family the next day and she couldn't be happier about it, saying things like, "Everyone is going to love you, Bella!" and "Stop worrying, you big baby. What do you think we are, a bunch of vampires? Just be yourself."
"Easier said than done, Alice," I groaned.
"Nonsense. How about we meet for lunch in a few? I can help assuage your fears on the evil Cullen clan, mwahahahaha." She did her best impression of an evil vampire laugh, but it came across more like The Count from Sesame Street.
"You can be really odd sometimes, Alice, but actually, that sounds really nice. Thank you. I need to be back by late afternoon though. Edward is taking me out on our first official date tonight." I blushed as I said the words and couldn't fight back an enormous smile as I thought back to the conversation he and I had the previous night.
"I really wish I could be with you tonight, Bella. Fuck, I really miss you." His voice was strained and I could hear the ache his heart felt in his words. "Mmm... I miss you too, sweetie," I hummed. "This week has been so hectic and I just can't wait to be in your arms again. In my happy place." "I'll be back in town tomorrow afternoon," he said, soothingly, caressing me with his silken words. "That's not soon enough." I was pouting. I was seriously pouting, and I didn't care. I missed my Edward. "How about I take you out tomorrow evening? We can spend the rest of the night together, and then head to my parents house the next morning. What do you say, love?" "Well, Edward Cullen, are you finally asking me out on a date? It's about damn time. I was beginning to worry you didn't want to be seen with me in public," I joked. "On the contrary, Ms. Swan. I want to parade you around all over town. Maybe hire a skywriter to fly over Seattle and write ' My eyes closed of their own volition and I swear I could feel his breath on my ear through the phone. My body gave a shiver and I swallowed thickly before answering him rather breathlessly, "Well then, it's a date."
"Oh, uh, sorry, Alice. I, uh - " Holy crap, I was just imagining having sex with Edward while I was on the phone with his sister. That's just kinda icky, right?
"You were probably fantasizing about jumping on my brother's dick, I know." Well, at least it's not awkward for her, I thought to myself.
Alice continued, "Anyway, what I was trying to ask you was, do you know the Bistro on Second Ave? Do you want to meet there?"
"I don't think I've ever been there, but I know the place you're talking about. Sounds great."
Now that my plans with Alice were in place, I decided I should probably do something with my hair and face, seeing as how my hair was still in a towel from after my shower, and I was sporting my favorite purple bathrobe and fuzzy slippers.
With a swift brush of the hair, I pulled it back into a loose bun at the base of my neck. I brushed on some mineral powder and mascara, leaving the blush untouched - because let's face it, I really didn't need any extra chemical enhancement in the rouge department.
A pair of loose-fitting jeans, a plain white tee and a dusty rose-colored cardigan later, I was ready to head out and meet Alice.
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I found her sitting in a booth by the window, a bottle of Pellegrino already ordered for the table. She was visibly vibrating in her seat with the most radiant smile I'd ever seen. I might've been temporarily blinded by the gleam of her sparkling white teeth.
She burst out of the booth like a rocket when she realized I'd walked in the door and spotted her. She ran at me fast and furious, nearly knocking the wind out of me as her pint sized figure slammed into me.
"BELLA! I'm so happy to see you again! Oh gosh, you're even prettier than I remember. Edward really is a lucky sonofabitch, oh, not that our mother is a bitch. Far from it. Esme is wonderful and I know she's going to love you when you meet tomorrow and the whole family really is excited to meet you. Rosalie has been asking me questions nonstop ever since she found out about you, and don't get me started on Emmett - " She'd been talking a mile a minute and I was still trying to catch my breath from her shoulder acquainting itself with my ribcage.
"Alice, breathe, please. We have all of lunch to talk about this," I joked.
"I know, I know, I'm just so excited to finally have my family complete, you know? I mean, Emmett found Rosalie, I found Jasper and now Edward has found you. I just know you're going to love being a part of our family."
"I think you're getting a tad bit ahead of yourself there, Ali. We've only been together a week. That hardly qualifies me as being a member of your family."
"You don't know our family, Bella. We support each other through thick and thin. It's so obvious to all of us how in love with you Edward is. Even if it has only been a week. His love for you is our love too." Alice emphasized her point by giving me a bone crushing hug, but at least it was a quick one.
"Alice, I- I don't know what to say." And I really didn't. I was pretty speechless. Thankfully Alice understood and just nodded with a knowing smile and made a gesture as if to say "forget about it."
"Now let's eat! I'm starving!" And she led me over to our booth and poured me a glass of sparkling water.
The waiter came around moments later and we ordered our lunch. I thought I should eat something light, considering I had eaten a bagel loaded with cream cheese not too long ago, and I had no idea what Edward's plans were for dinner, so I ordered the seared ahi over mixed greens with a wasabi vinaigrette. Alice ordered a cup of lobster bisque, and a chicken salad sandwich on croissant with a side of french fries.
We made some idle chitchat about our respective weeks at work. She told me a horror story about a woman who came in for a bikini wax after she had tried to do it herself at home. Evidently she had hickey-like bruises all over her vag, with wild tufts of hair sprouting out at random places. It was a complete disaster.
"Why women think they can do it themselves is beyond me," she said, shaking her head in exasperation.
Our food was delivered and we ate in relative silence for the first few minutes, savoring our delicious bounty. Alice's meal looked like it was enough to feed two large men, but she attacked it with vigor. I've never seen such a little person pack in that much food. She probably needed all that extra fuel to power whatever it was going on inside her body that made her vibrate like she did.
"So," Alice started, "you're nervous about meeting the family." It wasn't a question.
"Well, of course, Alice. I mean, I'm ridiculously in love with your brother, but this is all so new. For Pete's sake, we're just going out on our first date tonight and I'm supposed to meet the entire family tomorrow?" I was officially having a mini freakout. So this is what it feels like to completely lose it, I thought.
I realized my panic was reaching threat-level orange, so I inhaled and exhaled slowly and regained my right mind.
"I just don't want to do anything embarrassing that might mess up what we have. In case you haven't noticed, Alice, I'm a complete spazz. Add to that the fact that I hate being the center of attention, and all eyes are going to be on me, judging me, questioning me. That's a lot of fucking pressure!"
"Bella, my brother loves you, and you love him." A smile appeared on my face, and a sense of calm came over me as I thought about Edward's feelings for me, and my love for Edward. "That's all that really matters." She spoke so calmly and sincerely, I almost wondered if the waiter slipped a sedative into her soup. "My family just wants the chance to get to know the woman whom Edward fell in love with. There are no prerequisites that you need to meet to make us happy, or standards that they're expecting you to adhere to. All they want is the opportunity to fall in love with you too. That's it."
I still had some lingering doubts, but I really wanted to believe her. "Thank you, Ali. I just get so wrapped up in my own head sometimes, and I create self-inflicted drama where there needn't be any."
"Trust me, Bella. The only thing you have to worry about tomorrow is Emmett asking you to pull his finger. Whatever you do, don't do it. Seriously, you've been warned." Alice's laughter sounded so effervescent and carefree. It was very refreshing. "I love my brother, but he has no sense of personal boundaries. He perpetually acts like a child, which kinda works for him since he's an elementary school teacher. Rosalie is the perfect complement to his boisterous nature. She's the only one, aside from Esme, who can keep Em somewhat tamed," Alice said as she continued to fill me in on bits and pieces of information about the family.
She told me that Rosalie and Emmett had been together ever since high school. Em used to be quite a player, until one day a buxom blond caught his eye as she was changing a tire in the school parking lot. Emmett offered up his help to the damsel in distress, figuring he'd score some points, and Rose promptly told him to go to hell and proceeded to change the tire with ease. Emmett was quite impressed and spent the entire next week trying to get Rosalie to give him the time of day. He even went to school in a dress, trying to garner her attention. Eventually, after Emmett held the school's PA system hostage and sang "All by Myself", she relented and agreed to go on a date with him. The rest is history.
They have a four year old daughter, Adele, who according to Alice, has her mother's looks and her father's mischievous personality. She's been the jewel of the family and is just too precious for words. Alice made a special point to tell me how much Edward adores Adele, and vice versa.
My ladybits started doing the conga at the mental image I'd conjured up of Edward playing and dancing around with a little girl in tow. Though, she didn't have blond hair, such as Adele. No, the little girl in my daydream had wavy, auburn locks, and piercing green eyes, with a smile that lifted slightly more on the left side in a sassy smirk.
We'd been sitting in the booth for close to an hour after the waiter had cleared our plates. Alice paid the entire check, after we argued over it for about five minutes. That girl always gets her way, I think.
I said goodbye to Alice, giving her a big hug and thanked her for her encouragement, promising to see her the following morning.
After hopping into my car, I paused once more thinking about Edward and the possible future that we have together. I really needed to calm the fuck down, and I knew it. Alice was right. We loved each other, and for now, that's all that matters. We will figure the rest out as we go along.
It really was an exciting prospect when I stopped to think about it; the possibilities. Maybe we'd actually beat the odds and get our happily ever after. Maybe we'd end up married with a little girl to call our own, and maybe even an Edward Jr.
Maybe.
The sound of a horn blaring in my direction pulled me from my thoughts. It took me a moment to realize that I'd just been sitting in my car with the ignition turned on, causing the driver waiting for my parking space to become very irritated with me. I put the car into gear and headed home to get ready for my evening out with Edward.
When I arrived home, I walked in on two very needy kitties. They were all over my feet as I stumbled inside, clumsily closing my apartment door. I wasn't quite sure it latched, but figured I'd lock it up after I said hello to my babies. I had plenty of time to get ready for tonight, I could easily take a few moments to sit on the sofa and snuzzle them. Bishop took his rightful place on my chest, while Cecilia curled up into my left side. She'd always favored the left. I didn't know why, but I'd always theorized that it had something to do with the sound of my heartbeat. I liked to think that it was soothing to her.
As I sat there giving the pussies some love, I mentally mulled over the contents of my closet, wondering what in the heck I was even going to wear tonight. It occurred to me that I had no idea what Edward had planned for us, so I didn't know which occasion to dress for. I finally settled on my favorite LBD, because if there's one thing that I'd learned, it's that you can never go wrong with a little black dress and some heels.
Excited at knowing what I'd be wearing, I hurried into my bedroom, plucked out my dress from the closet and paired it with some black patent leather stilettos. I didn't want to get any makeup on my dress so I set it off to the side and put on my sexiest black, sheer-lace bra and matching cheekies. I slipped on the shoes to break them in for the evening, turned on some music and whisked off into the bathroom to touch up my hair and makeup.
My hair was actually being cooperative tonight, and I was so very grateful. It hung in soft waves around my face as I spread my legs wide to get my balance and leaned over the bathroom counter to touch up my face. I'd been so focused on my makeup application that I hadn't noticed anyone coming into my room. I had just put the finishing touches on my smokey-eyes, when I felt a presence behind me.
I panicked for just a moment, wondering how someone got into my apartment. I always lock my door. And then I remembered the cats being all over me as I walked into the apartment. I was about to scream when I heard the voice I'd been missing for too many days growl in my ear.
"Don't. Fucking. Move," he said, bending over me, fanning his breath along the shell of my ear. His body towered over my own as I was still bent over the countertop, gooseflesh broke out all over my body as his domineering words washed over me.
Edward had pressed his very hard and very rigid cock against my cheekie covered ass. My breathing became quick and shallow as I felt his hands come around and cup my breasts. One of his hands slid down my body to the curve of my ass.
His tone was curt and dark as he spoke into my ear. "Well-well, Ms. Swan, don't you find yourself in a, shall we say, compromising position?" Intensity was rolling off of him in waves. I knew I was in no real danger of course, but there was something so... surreal... about what was happening right now. It was a huge fucking turn on that he walked in on me in only my lingerie, and even more so that he'd have this... dark and dominant response. He grabbed for my shoulders in an attempt to get me standing upright, my back flat against his chest as I felt him breathing heavily, but my knees were hardly stable enough to keep me standing. Thankfully Edward was doing his part to hold me up.
"I shouldn't be in here right now, Isabella." His words dripped like acid in my ear. "Do you know why?"
All I could do was whimper and shake my head 'no', but it did me no good.
"Answer me," he said as his nose skimmed the expanse of skin from my chin to the curve of my shoulder.
"N-nn-no. I d-don't know why," I managed to croak out in a breathy tone that more than showed my desire for what he was currently doing to me. He bit into the meaty flesh of my shoulder and I cried out a sinful moan of pleasure. "Please," I begged him, "please tell me."
He laughed, but it held no humor.
"Tell me, Isabella," The way he was using my name had sent me into a frenzy. "Do you make a habit of walking around your apartment with the door unlocked and open in your fucking underwear?" Still holding my breast in his left hand, his right slapped against my fleshy bottom causing me to bray like a donkey, and made me wetter than seal. "Anyone could have walked in here, sweetheart, and taken advantage of what's mine." He emphasized his point by cupping his hand against my drowning pussy. I could tell that underneath it all, this was no act. Edward was genuinely upset that I'd left myself vulnerable.
His eyes bored into mine through the reflection of the mirror and they slowly shifted down to my heaving chest. When the mirror showed nothing past my waist, he took a step back continuing his perusal. I watched his gaze travel down my body, taking in my scantily clad form. His eyes bugged and his breath caught as he finally got to my stilettos. When he was done eye fucking me, he slid and arm around my waist and pulled me roughly into him.
His nose took a moment to sniff my hair, and then he continued. "As I was saying, I shouldn't be in here right now, because your door should have been fucking locked, Isabella. Yet, here I am." He once again thrust his ginormous erection into the small of my back.
I was no longer capable of forming words. Strangled moans and guttural groans were all I was able to muster. Edward's fingers stroked me slowly, and tantalizingly, over the flimsy lace fabric of my panties, completely at odds with his rough demeanor.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Bella. You're so fucking wet." His head fell to rest against my shoulder and I swear he whimpered, and for just a moment, his facade crumbled. But, only for a moment. The next time he spoke, his voice was cold as ice once again. "Would you get this wet for just anyone, Isabella? Would you present yourself in this way, bent over and spread wide, for just any man that might happen to wander in here?"
"No, Edward," I spoke with more conviction than I thought I had in me. "You're the only one who makes my body react this way, the only one who can touch me like this and leave me wanting for more."
"And why is that?" He demanded, biting and sucking on my earlobe.
"Because I'm yours, Edward. Because I give myself to you, completely."
A growl erupted from Edward's chest and he bent me over the counter of my vanity. I heard the sound of his zipper coming down, followed quickly by the whoosh of his pants falling to the floor. He pushed aside the fabric of my cheekies, thrusting his fingers in my pussy to make sure I was ready for him. His eyes sought mine in the mirror, and I caught the subtle lift of his eyebrow, asking me if it was okay to continue.
"Yesssss," I moaned out in assurance and then suddenly he was at my entrance, slowly entering my body, stretching me, filling me. It was too slow and too fast at the same time. I wanted to savor the feel of him behind me, but I wanted to feel that slightly uncomfortable expansion of my body as it welcomed his.
My entire being was on fire as Edward firmly held me face-down against the counter-top, thrusting fast and furious into me. I was grateful for the smooth, cool feel of the cheap formica covering the flat surface. My breath created a fog across the mirror that was merely inches from my mouth. Both of our moans mingling and echoing off of the tile bathroom walls. I was unable to discern who was making what sound. We were our own symphony, making our own music, blending and harmonizing as one.
Edward's hand found its way back to my pussy, circling the flesh around my clit, but never quite making contact where I wanted it. He was punishing me, of course, and it was maddening. I was going out of my mind with need. My desire for him was just through the fucking roof and I screamed out incoherent babble, moaning and begging for him to give me that sweet release that I craved so badly.
"Fuck, Bella," Only because I was in the throes of ecstacy did it escape me that he was back to calling me Bella. "Listening to your fucking dirty mouth is such a fucking turn-on, baby."
I was back to whimpers because Edward had finally given in to my persistent pleading, and ground his fingers against that oh-so-pleasurable button of nerves. My muscles locked up and I could feel myself climbing higher and higher until suddenly I was in free-fall. The world around us ceased to exist. There was only Edward and I, and this feeling of complete euphoric perfection. I fluttered around Edward's cock, which never faltered in pumping in and out of me. I moaned out his name, riding wave after blissful wave of pleasure. Moments later, the thrusting ceased, and with a cry of my name, Edward came inside of me before falling against me in a heap on the bathroom counter.
We rested there for several moments before Edward gently kissed the spot between my shoulder blades, stood upright and separated his body from mine, but pulling me back into his chest.
"Bella, love, I didn't hurt you at all, did I?" He turned me around in his arms so that we faced one another and kissed my forehead before gazing into my eyes, waiting for my answer.
I gave him a sly, lazy grin before I leaned closer to his mouth and softly grazed my tongue across his bottom lip before taking it in my teeth and pulling him toward me. "Is that all you got?" I whispered against his mouth as I released his lip and looked directly at him. His eyes flashed black, his hair in complete disarray, and he looked back at me with a wicked gleam in his eye. Seriously, he'd never looked sexier and I felt a twinge of warmth between my legs once again.
"That was just the warm-up, Isabella." Edward crushed his mouth to mine, and picked me up, carrying me into the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and looked around the room. I saw a smirk linger on his lips as he spotted something that made him very happy. Seconds later he had the tie to my robe wrapped around my wrists and bound to the headboard. He hovered above me loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt slowly, looking positively hungry with desire. "Now, tell me, baby. Where do you keep all those wonderful toys?"
Fuck. Me. This was turning out to be one hell of a date.
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AN2: So? Do you like a darker Rubward? I know I do! Review and let me know! I have the next couple of chapters planned out, so hopefully it won't be another month between updates. Thanks for sticking with me though, lovies!