This is inspired by Rob's gray boxer briefs (Phoenix has a thing for them. RealMenGlitter, too) and other articles of clothing.
Sorry for the delay. I'm traveling but got a tapping of the foot from Effing and Jaypat, so thought I better get on it. I'm updating from the road so I hope I do it right.
And check out our first ever chain-fic by NMTwiGirls, called Now What?
AFTERNOON DELIGHTS to my beta, Lindz26! I hope she gets some!
Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.
CHAPTER 14: BUTTONFLY JEANS
Edward POV
I can't move my legs.
I'm trying but they are lead weights attached to my hips. Every time I lift my foot a rubber band snaps it back into place.
I can see her though. I can see Bella sitting on the end of the long pier, waiting for me. She can't see me. Her back is to me, hunched over as she hugs her knees. I try to call her but she doesn't turn around. Suddenly a tentacle reaches up from the under the deck and pulls her into the water...
"Huh!" I gasped as I woke up tangled in my blanket. My heart was pounding. I was too frightened to move. Ugh, too much sugar, maybe. Fucking nightmare. I closed my eyes and let my breathing settle down. But I couldn't fall back to sleep. What the fuck time was it?
Only 4:30. Still dark. I stared at the ceiling.
Bella. My angel. I'm amazed that she could forgive me after what I did. I really should feel fucking blessed that I have people like Bella and Emmett in my life. And Carlisle. If Carlisle hadn't adopted me, I'm sure that I'd be a crack addict lying in a gutter somewhere. I cringed when I thought of the kids that I'd seen who had been thrown into the system, chewed up and then spit out. Orphans had rights, too. What I would have given to have someone who could really look out for me, someone that I could have trusted. Huh, who was I kidding. It probably wouldn't have made a difference. Thank god, Carlisle found me. All the more reason to not disappoint him. Well, it was unavoidable now. By this time tomorrow, he would know everything because I planned to talk to him and Esme after dinner.
My lids dropped as I started to drift away with Bella's chocolate brown eyes staring at me.
I was early. I pulled up to Bella's driveway just as Mrs. Swan was leaving. Only the truck was parked on the side yard so that meant Chief Swan must have left earlier. Coast is clear.
I knocked lightly on the door, wondering if she was ready. But who cared, I couldn't wait to see her. The door opened and Bella was surprised to see me.
"You're early! I'm not ready but come on in." She stepped aside to let me in.
"Take your time. I won't get in the way. Where's Jasper?"
"He's asleep and don't wake him. I promised I'd let him sleep in," Bella whispered as she led me up the stairs. I copped a nice little view of her ass, bonus. I followed her into her bedroom and closed the door.
"Come here, beautiful." I scooped her roughly into my arms. She felt like heaven, her hair was slightly damp and smelled like lavender again. I felt like taking a nap with her in my arms.
"Shh. You'll wake up Jazz, you nut!" she giggled, but there was no resistance as she lifted her legs to encircle my waist. I threw her on the bed, covering both of us in her purple blanket. I kissed her softly in our private little cocoon, our breath heating up the small space. Her eyes were closed and she sighed contentedly.
"Imagine if we could wake up together every morning, like if we had our own place," I blurted out like an idiot. Goddamn, get a grip and don't scare her off.
Her eyes snapped open. She threw off the blanket and took a breath of fresh air, "Not so fast, Edward. A lot has to happen before then. Geeez, pretty soon I'll be having your babies and I'll be doing a Renee repeat." She had a little crease between her eyebrows.
Shit, I hit a nerve. "Bella, I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't have said that as soon as it left my fucking mouth. I'm not taking anything for granted. I really like you and I... I, oh I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I've never felt like this for anyone before."
It was obvious to me that I was fucking in love with Bella and that she hadn't made up her mind yet. Of course, not. Why should she be in love with me? I had just broken her heart.
She looked into my eyes then smiled widely. "Let's just take it day by day for now, okay? We're still so young and there's lots of time. Let's build a real relationship. Remember, you told me that the first day I met you?"
Fucking wise, grounded and beautiful. I nodded.
"I mean, Charlie and Alice don't even know about you, your parents and the kids at school think I'm dating Emmett, and we have no idea how Ms. Cope is going to react to our coming out," she reasoned. "We have a lot of explaining to do."
I took a deep breath. "Right, as usual. I'm ready when you are. Let's get this show on the road."
By the time that we got ourselves together (I had to give her a couple more kisses since we were already in bed) and had breakfast, we were no longer running early. We arrived to the Forks High School parking lot after it was almost full and we were forced to park in one of the far spaces. This required us to walk through the crowds of students who were hanging out at their cars, stealing a final moment to socialize and catch up on the weekend activities before the first warning bell rang.
If there was ever a scenario similar to a red carpet at a movie premier, this was it. I think I even heard a few shutters from camera phones that were panned in our direction. I wondered where those pictures would be emailed to. This was bound to go fucking viral, even beyond the school walls. Police Chief's daughter hooked up with the Doctor's delinquent son. Oh well. Fuck 'em.
Bella had her arm wrapped around my waist while I had my arm hooked possessively around her neck. There was no subtlety. No opportunity for misunderstanding. I bent in and kissed her ear. "Smile."
I looked down at her and sure enough, she had a smile on her face. A fucking smug one, at that. She hooked her thumb into my back jeans pocket. My girl was getting into this. I chuckled.
"Hey, Cullen. Moving in on your brother's girl?" Mike Newton stood before us, blocking our way. Figures that he couldn't wait to turn this into a pissing match between Emmett and me.
"Yeah, I won. Emmett is okay, though, in case you were concerned for him. He's taking it like a man," I said sarcastically.
"Not cool, Cullen. And think of Bella. She's not a piece of meat that you just pass around." God, he was so fucking arrogant. My body stiffened and I took a step towards him. I felt Bella's arm tighten around my waist.
"That's nice of you to look out for me, Mike. I'm going with Edward, and it's all good. It's not as complicated as it seems." Bella was trying to diffuse the tension.
"Don't let him get away with anything, Bella. Guys can be assholes, sometimes."
Huh, if he only knew. Bella was a graduate of Male Asshole College. And I was her professor.
"Yeah, thanks for the good advice. I'll try to remember that. See you in class, okay?" she smiled at him and pushed me along.
Mike stepped to the side to let us pass. More eyes followed us.
Everywhere we went, at every classroom door when I gave her a peck goodbye, every time I stroked her hair, all eyes were on us, especially the girls. I worried a little about Bella because I knew she lived her life in relative obscurity. All this attention had to make her uncomfortable. But when I whispered to her at lunch, "Don't worry baby, this will all die down," she just took my face in her hands and planted a huge, wet kiss on my mouth. After two beats I got into it with her. I heard more camera shutters. My girl liked the PDA. Okay by me.
There was even a buzz in Art History. I glanced over at Rosalie but she seemed oblivious. We had so much practice ignoring each other in public that it became second nature. She didn't even blink when Tyler called out at me a couple of seats away, "Edward, I see you're dating Bella. Must have been some weekend!" I glared at him and he shut up immediately.
Finally, the fucking long day was over. I couldn't wait to get out of that fishbowl. Bella looked relieved, too. A huge motherfucking weight was off our shoulders. The school knew, Rosalie had no reaction, and no one died. Tomorrow would be a breeze. We'd be old news.
Our body language literally transformed as we were walked out to the parking lot, holding hands and swinging our arms between us. I had never seen Bella laugh so much. She was giddy again, talking about movies and silly stuff she used to do with Jasper when they were kids to annoy Charlie.
Driving out of the lot, we had to stop behind a line of cars. What the fuck was the hangup? But we soon found out as we heard that a couple of kids were fighting, causing a crowd to gather and clog up the fucking exit. Very soon, we saw Mrs. Effing walking by, hanging on to the ears of two boys, one in each of her hands. Wow, that lady had some serious mofo action. I rolled down my window.
"Need help with that, Mrs. Effing?" I asked politely, hoping to make some points.
"Edward. No thank you. I think I can handle these little shit-for-brains, excuse my language. No one fights on school property during my watch." Each afternoon, a staff member monitors the parking lot for loiterers and for "guests" which was a nice way of calling someone who hangs out and tries to sell drugs and shit to students.
She continued on, dragging her charges along with her. The cars sped up and we were on our way.
Bella POV
We pulled up to his home and into the garage. Edward hit the remote and the garage door slowly lowered.
"Is anyone home?"
"Naw, Carlisle and Esme are at the office, and Emmett's with a friend for the day. We're alooone." He came after me like the night of the living dead. I screamed and ran upstairs with Edward in hot pursuit. When he caught up to me we were in the bedroom wing. Edward had me in his grasp, trying to tickle me.
"Fuck, no, stop, stop, you asshole, stopppp!" We collapsed in a heap on the hall floor, laughing and panting.
"Want to see my bedroom?" he breathed in my hair.
"Duh. Give me the tour."
Edward led me into the first room. I loved it, it was messy but not a pig-sty like some rooms were. He had a massive cd collection, a couple of guitars on stands, ready for playing and sheet music in stacks. He also had some amplifiers draped with cables, one end plugged into the box, the other end laying on the floor. But something that really threw me off was the artwork on the walls. I couldn't make them out clearly so I walked up closer to examine them. They were actually... child art! Obviously painted by a child, with wide, unrefined brushstrokes and unexpected colors. Portraits, scenes, other children playing. They were hauntingly beautiful in their simplicity and innocence. But they had an edge, too. A dark color that cut through the light, a hard angle to a soft neckline.
I was blown away. "These are so cool! Where did you get these?"
"Um, I painted most of them. While I was in the orphanage. The rest I got from the other kids." He was shy about them. "They're not good, but they represent a big part of my life."
"My god, you've got to tell me all about them and those days at the orphanage, Edward."
"Maybe someday, but I'm in too good of a mood for that now. Come on, let's go see Emmett's room." He pulled me by my hand away from the wall and out the door. Emmett's room was the next door down.
Now this was more typical of a guy's room. Posters on the wall, clothes and candy bar wrappers on the floor, a monitor with a playstation setup.
What little style there was came from the collections of movie action figures and Hot Wheels cars, beautifully displayed in shadow boxes and Plexi-glass stands.
"Wow, very cool. Emmett's a collector. And I like that poster of Pirates. Johnny Depp is so awesome."
"Want to see his new movie, Public Enemies, with me?"
"Yes, fuck, yes."
"Okay, we'll go this Friday night. It will be our first real date!"
"Then I expect dinner, too. That's the only way I'll put out!"
Edward wrapped his arms around me. The only way? Do I have to wait until then?" he asked with a wicked grin, looking into my eyes through his long lashes.
Holy shit. My man can sure eye-fuck me. Good thing he had a hold of me because my legs were giving out.
"Edward, do you know how much you turn me on? Do you even realize it? You just have to look at me and I'm fucking jelly."
"What if I touch you, too?"
"I wouldn't complain." Understatement of the year.
"I'd like to touch you now, Bella." I swallowed. Oh, boy. "Come here."
Edward laid his hand gently on his thigh, while he gazed into my eyes, one eyebrow lifted, asking me, "Shall we?"
My heart pounded, my breath stilled. "Please."
Slowly, deliberately, his long silky fingers slid over the rough denim, his middle finger catching the fly of his jeans and revealing three worn, tarnished buttons. With practiced fingers and hot determination, he undid each button. One. By. One.
I gasped.
Suddenly, I heard a noise. From downstairs.
With his other hand he quietly closed the bedroom door and leaned into it.
We paused, listening to the soft footsteps climbing the stairs.
His eyes never left mine while his hand remained frozen, suspended on the last button...
A knock. Timid, at first.
We didn't move, listening, waiting.
He reached out with his free hand to grab my elbow and drew it down to my wrist.
I shivered as he pulled me into his body, slightly lowered against the door, between his parted legs. We were at eye level.
He put my fingers over his other hand and we undid the last button together.
His eyes never left mine.
Another knock. Harder this time. The door vibrated under us.
He leaned forward until his mouth met mine. I tilted my head and pushed hard against his soft lips until they parted with the tip of his tongue.
We whimpered together.
Carefully, he parted his fly and placed my hand into his warm, soft lower belly.
I gasped while my eyes fluttered down to the fabric in my fist. Underwear. Scooby Doo... hmmm.
I pushed my hand further down until his hot, hard dick was throbbing under my palm. And then I wrapped my fingers around it tightly and just held it there...
His hand started pushing my hand from outside his jeans. His eyelids fell. His hot, even breath in my ear...
A voice. A knock. We froze.
Jessica Stanley. She thought she was talking to Emmett. A distraught Emmett, licking his wounds after losing me to Edward. She wanted him to open the door and let her in... to talk... so that she could console him, keep him company.
My eyes flew open. He put his finger to his lips, shhhh...
I tightened my fingers around him ever so slightly, he flinched. Then he slowly drew his free hand up my thigh...
I automatically parted my legs, stretching my tight denim skirt as he guided his hand to the soft flesh between my inner thighs.
He softly stroked me three times with the back of his long fingers finally catching the crotch of my panties with his pinky.
I froze as he pulled the fabric gently down, the moistness making it stick to my flesh.
His hooded eyes never left mine as he wound his fingers into my panties, his hand advanced until we both had our hands in each other's underwear...
Jessica again. She's pleading on the other side of the door. She's so sorry that bitch broke Emmett's heart. She knew he was in here and she won't go away until he opens the door. To soothe his hurt feelings.
We leaned our foreheads on each other's looking down at our hands, his beautiful hands..…
He ever so gently placed my clit at the base of his middle finger and firmly stroked it to his fingertip and back again. We moaned.
I encouraged him by sliding against him. He pushed hard, replacing his finger with his thumb, rubbing it into my clit.
Slowly, in unison, we began stroking each other, our breaths in chorus...
Our slick foreheads slid as we twisted to whisper in each other's ear...
We shuddered against the door...
Jessica. She could hear something. She thought Emmett was at the door ready to let her in. She rattled the handle and found it locked. More pleading.
Faster. Harder with determination our rubbing matched our breathing, our whimpers, our writhing...
He stiffened, and from deep in his chest, he groaned my name as his head hit the door. I hunched over in my own climax, panting into his neck.
His legs weakened and gave out as we slid to the floor, our hands still poised on each other.
Jessica. She called out. Who? What? Emmett? Did you say something?
We started giggling as we embraced and rolled to the soft carpet, muffling our laughter into each other's shoulder.
Edward held me for a long while as we lay there, softly breathing in my ear, stroking my back and kissing my hair.
Finally, without words he meticulously arranged my panties around my hips and smoothed down my skirt.
I gathered up his jeans and fastened the buttons. One. By. One. Those beautiful, damn buttonfly jeans that started it all.
We stood up together and pushed down our hair.
His soft eyes never left mine.
He bent down and tenderly wound my hand firmly into his...
And opened the door.
"Hi, Jessica," Edward said lightly.
"Oh! I thought this was Emmett's room." She blushed as her eyes darted to me and back again.
"It is. I was just giving Bella, um, a tour," he squeezed my hand and kissed the corner of my mouth.
Jessica physically cringed. "Where's Emmett? How could you do this to him, Edward? I didn't think you were such a prick. I hope she's worth it."
"Um, I'm right here." I pointed to myself. "Jessica, chill, okay? It's not what you think. Emmett's cool with this, I promise."
She eyed me skeptically, then looked at Edward with a pissed off look. "Just don't hurt Emmett, dick."
"What do you care?" Edward asked her.
"I have a soft spot for him. I mean, he was sweet to me for the short time that we were together. People don't give him enough credit but I saw another side of Emmett. I just feel for him, you know?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. We all stood there, the moment made awkward by her show of emotion.
I leaned over and gave Jessica a little one-arm hug. "Trust me. Emmett's not hurt." I released her gently. "Why don't you come with us to a movie on Friday night. You and Emmett." I could feel Edward glaring at me, so I squeezed his hand. "Come on. It'll be fun."
Jessica shrugged with indifference, but I could see a smile spread across her face. "Okay, I... I'd like that. I guess I should go now. Can you tell Emmett I stopped by to see him?"
"Of course. See you tomorrow?"
She nodded, walked downstairs and left, shutting the door quietly behind her, as we watched her from the second floor balcony.
"That was a really fucking decent thing to do. She's never been nice to you. What gives?"
"To be honest, I'm feeling kind of generous, now that we're together. But, if you think about it, we're going to go through some heavy scandal and shit at school. We need all the allies we can get. Jessica's a leader in school. She can whip up support in a minute. Or she can destroy us. I'd rather have her on our side. Mike, too."
Edward bent down and rested his elbows on the railing. He looked directly in my eyes with admiration. "You never cease to amaze me, Bella. You're wise beyond your years." He gathered me up in his arms. "I guess that's one of the reasons that I love you."
Before I could protest about him saying the "L" word, he put his hand over my mouth. "Oh shut up. I have to say it. You don't have to respond, in fact, I don't want you to."
"But, it's too soon... " I started to warn him but he silenced me with his kiss. I relaxed. I just had to accept that Edward was an emotional kind of guy once he let his guard down. That's not a bad thing. Not bad at all.
"It's getting late. Let me take you home and then I'll come back here to get ready to face Carlisle and Esme. I've prepared something for our meeting." He sounded all business now, like he really wanted to present his case. I was proud of him.
"Oh my god. I can't wait to hear how it goes, because as soon as Carlisle finds out, then Charlie will, too. I hope Jasper's ready." I felt suddenly nervous and grabbed my medallion.
"He is. Don't worry about him." Edward took my hand and we left.
Rosalie POV
I sat in my teacher's chair and looked around. This may be the last time I would see this room. If all went well, it was my time to leave. Everything was in motion. I just had to make a couple of calls.
It was a good romp though. I didn't think that a place like Forks could have such hot ass. Edward was the best of them all. He did me in and I didn't expect it. I remember the day he arrived. The school was abuzz with talk of the hot new guy. Like a shiny new toy. I watched all the girls whispering to each other about it and knew that I had to see it to believe it.
One look and I had to have him, he was that irresistible. How could someone be so gorgeous and yet so vulnerable? The way he walked with a slight clumsiness like one leg was shorter than the other. So fucking cute. And he always ran his hands through his hair, his wild sex-hair, pulling it with those long fingers when he was nervous. But when I had him once a week, every week, all his clumsiness vanished. He was a fast learner.
I had to wait for the school year to start up again, though. There was no way I could keep an eye on him during the summer months. But I had patience once I set my sights on someone. I hooked him the first day of school. Fuck, the look on his face when he realized what he was in for. It was priceless and I wish I had it on tape. Add it to my library.
Now Edward was dumping me and it was simply unacceptable. That was my role to play and I usually played it well. Fucking little bitch got him all distracted.
These horny teenagers... always a never-ending supply, I could have my pick. How dare Edward ignore me after all I that taught him, the ungrateful son of a bitch. And after I made him the chosen one. I was the queen of the damned, a modern day vampire, sucking my prey dry and leaving them in my wake as I moved on. Always with a new name and a new profile. Yes, I've grown tired of all this fucking small town bullshit. I was heading to the city.
Well, I had plans... for both of them. I wanted them to suffer... not much, just a bit.
I gathered up all of my personal things. I checked the desk, the bookshelves, even the trash cans. Nothing incriminating would be left.
From behind me I heard the door softly open and then close. I turned to see someone I never thought I would see again.
"Hello, Jasper." I was surprised. The last time we parted, I had told him to close the door on the way out like a good little boy.
"Rosalie. Are you going somewhere?"
"Just going home after a long day. Busy night, you know. My, my, don't you look handsome. I see the military has done wonders for you." He was just as beautiful as ever. His hair was short and it showed off the shape of his head and his strong neck. He must have gained twenty pounds of muscles. I wanted to see under his shirt. Feel his new body, trace his V with my tongue. Oh, so little time.
"I've learned some things. I learned a lot about myself."
"Why don't we get together and you can tell me all about it."
"Well, you're not very good at listening, Rosalie. It's all boring stuff to you anyway. But I do have a message for you. Leave Bella and Edward alone."
Oh, so this wasn't a social call. "Whatever do you mean, Jasper?
"I mean that we're a force now. Between Edward and me, we'll take you down. I bet we can find others, too."
"Why so vindictive, Jasper? Didn't we have fun while it lasted? Or are you angry that I replaced you with Edward? You shouldn't have enlisted, darling. As soon as you told me I just had to make other arrangements and it was such perfect timing when Edward moved back home. So, it's your fault really, just let it go. Anyway, you don't have the guts, Jasper. You never did."
"I'm not the kid I was anymore, Rosalie."
"Well, Edward is still fucking me. I'm going to see him at our usual time."
"That's not what Edward says. Oh, you didn't get the memo, did you? Oops, sorry. Besides, you're a teacher remember? It's against the law. And, even with his record, Edward is willing to bring it all up again to get you behind bars." Goddamn smirk on his face. I'd like to wipe it off with a razor.
"Hmm. It sounds so intriguing. I tell you what, I'll sleep on it and we can discuss it tomorrow. I really have to get going. I have a date." I winked at him. "But don't worry, I'll never talk to your Bella again."
"Give me your word, Rosalie."
"You have my word. No more threats. Now, run along and close the door on the way out," I told him with a small, dismissive wave of my hand.
Jasper turned on his heels and left the room with a stupid, smug grin on his face. Hah, my word. What the fuck good is my word. He should know that.
Shit. Okay, so I had to work fast. Not a problem. I didn't anticipate Edward and Jasper ganging up on me and turning me in. No one has ever done that. But, who the fuck cares. I'll be long gone.
I turned the bolt in the door lock. I walked over to my desk and pulled out the drawers, spilling the contents and papers onto the floor. I turned over a few student desks and emptied some of the bookshelves. Finally, I grabbed a handful of manila files from the cabinets and extracted Edward's, tossing the rest on the floor. From my briefcase, I took out duplicate records all with failing grades and exchanged them for his real ones, placing those into my briefcase. I slipped Edward's file in the "R" section. R for Rosalie. My little joke.
I dialed 911.
"Emergency. How can I help you?"
"I'd like to speak with the police. This is Rosalie Cope. I'm the Art History teacher at Forks High School."
"One moment, please."
"Thank you, I'll hold."
"Police, what is your emergency?"
"Yes, I'd like to report that my classroom has been vandalized."
"Inside your classroom?"
"Yes, by one of my students, Edward Cullen. He's flunking my class. He went berserk."
"Is he there now? Are you in danger?"
"No, he's not here. He's probably at his home on Wilfy Street. Oh, and he has a record. He's on parole, I believe."
"We'll send a car over right away. Can you meet our deputy?"
"Yes, I'll be here. Thank you, sir." I hung up.
I took one last look at the fine mess that I made. Not too much, just enough to get the cops involved. I left immediately.
In my car, I made my second call.
"Darling, I'm leaving my classroom. Are you done at our house?"
"Of course, just as you wanted. It's totally empty. I was just getting my gear ready. What do you say, forty-five minutes to an hour?" My lover's voice was deep and strong. Such a capable adult. I mean, I love my boys, but they can get so tedious.
"I think that's about right. You're so thorough. I can always count on you, my love."
"I'll expect you to return the favor. One year, just you and me." He was quick to remind me.
"Of course, darling. That's my promise. We're going to have so much fun. Get back into hot weather and away from this soggy fuck of a town." And I meant it.
"Meet you in a week where we planned? I'm going to be so hot for you... I can't wait to make love to you again and you better be ready."
"Mmm, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. You know what you do to me. You're my soul mate and the only one that I love. These boys don't mean a thing when it comes to us. They're just toys. Never forget that. "
"You're a wicked bitch, Rosie, and I love it. I'll see you soon."
"I'll be counting the days, James, my love. Good luck tonight."
I snapped the phone shut and stepped on the gas.
Now the shit has hit the fan!
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