Twilight: not owned by me, dammit.
CHAPTER TEN: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
They dimmed the lights and lit some of the candles she kept around the room. He took off his shoes, she removed her dress sandals, and he loosened his tie after tossing his dinner jacket over the back of the couch.
She went to her stereo and put some music on softly in the background and turned to face him. His right arm was extended towards her, and she delicately placed her hand in his and allowed herself to be pulled gently into his embrace. She fit perfectly in his arms and close to his body.
They moved very slowly in time to the music and neither one spoke, as they wordlessly communicated passion and desire and need in their dance. Her head was tucked into the crook of his neck and he rested his chin on her sweet smelling hair. One of his hands pressed into the small of her back encouraging her to move closer, closer, as close as she felt comfortable. It shocked him just how close she moved, for she surely had to feel the evidence of his desire for her. He felt her lifting her head to look up into his eyes, so he raised his chin off her hair and met her gaze. She spoke first.
"You're a good dancer. And you smell really good too, Edward". She reached up on her tiptoes to sniff his neck.
God. He struggled to maintain control with her in that position as it served to move her breasts higher up on his chest. Is she teasing me? No, no he doubted it. He didn't think she had a clue what she was doing to him. He stood rooted to the spot and waited to see what would happen next. She slowly lowered herself back to the floor, inch by excruciating inch, as her breasts slid down his shirtfront until her feet were flat on the ground again.
He gulped and looked down at her, moving hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ears, until her creamy shoulders were beguilingly exposed as they were earlier in the kitchen. Daringly, hoping she would not be offended, he leaned down and lightly kissed the top of one shoulder. It was the first contact of his lips on her body. She gasped, and he pulled back in alarm, afraid he had upset her.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have", he quickly apologized.
She reached up to hush him with her fingers on his lips. She shook her head "no". Pulling his head down to her face she whispered to him before she locked her lips on his, "Don't apologize to me, Edward. Just kiss me. Please just kiss me".
He kissed her breathless, kissed them both breathless. Their tongues danced inside each others mouths in imitation of the dance their bodies had been doing, a soft and slow rhythm of desire. They wrapped their arms around each other and held on tightly and fiercely as their kisses became more urgent and insistent. He released his mouth from hers and led them to her couch and pulled her down and into his arms, laying her back against his chest, stroking her hair and holding her as they caught their breath.
Jesus! He needed a minute to think and figure out what he was supposed to do. He knew what he wanted to do; he just had to figure out what the hell was the right thing to do. She was so fragile, and he didn't want her to think that she was just a quick and easy piece of ass for him, because she wasn't. He desired her more than she could ever know, and the masculine part of him could dream up a thousand ways to make love to her, but she was incredibly special, and he had also told CJ that he respected his mother. Shit, this sucks.
"Bella, maybe I should go before we do something we'll both regret".
He was trying so damned hard to be a gentleman.
"All we did was kiss, Edward. I liked it, didn't you"? She asked him disarmingly.
Oh God, help me out here, he thought.
"I liked it a lot, baby. I liked it too damned much. It's crazy because CJ and I actually talked about this", he laughed.
She sat up and looked at him with surprise in her eyes. "What do you mean; you talked about this with CJ"?
"He wanted to know if I'd be kissing you and then the talk turned to making babies and…"
She jumped up from the couch in a fury. "What are you saying, Edward"? She demanded to know.
He looked stunned at her loud tone of voice. "Bella, I…"
"My son is ten years old and he doesn't know about sex yet! You talked with my little boy about sex! Who in the hell do you think you are"?
"Look, I can explain, Bella".
"I think you'd better leave. This was all just a bad idea. Don't play basketball with CJ anymore, either", she ordered.
He clamped his jaw shut and slid his shoes on, grabbed his jacket and left. She closed her front door hard behind him and stomped into the living room to retrieve their wine glasses and get the house tidied before going to Mrs. Masen's to pick up CJ.
She and her son obviously needed to have a talk. God only knew what crap Edward had put in her child's mind about men and women, and now she would need to fix it. She washed the dishes, let Apache out, and went to get CJ.
A/N: Well this sucks. Do you trust me? Keep chanting HEA, HEA, HEA...