A/N: Sorry this chapter took so longto post, I've been getting ready for some fanfiction friends to visit. Woot! Woot!
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Pudding Cup
Chapter 14
After leaving the diner and the whole fiasco that ensued, I was worried about Bella giving me hell for sitting next to Gianna. I was finally able to explain it to her when she cooled off a bit. The fact is, I was sitting there, minding my own business while I waited for our food. Sue had told me it would be a few more minutes until our fries were ready and then went to get me a Coke. That's when Gianna slid her skanky ass in the seat next to mine.
Only a few seconds passed from the time Gianna sat down and before Bella entered the diner. I was leaning forward, my feet planted on the ground, readyto stand up and leave when Bella tapped Gianna on her shoulder and at that point what happened next was one big cluster-fuck.
Don't get me wrong, I love a good cat-fight, but when it involves my Puddin', you'd better think again.
When my eyes met Bella's, my first thought was she looked green. Then I saw her clenched fist and she was winding up. For a brief moment,I wondered if she had ever played softball. She was on point with her stance and backswing,which made me jump and grab her arm as she followed through, almost making contact with her target … Gianna.
My next thought was of Chief Donut Muncher and how he'd have my ass and a major shit-fit if Bella were ever charged with assault. She was only a few inches away from making contact with Gianna's face, so I grabbed her arm and her waist, pulling her back, and that's when she blew chow.
I wanted to puke too, but instead I focused on whisking Bella away to the ladies room while Gianna shouted obscenities and a threat or two.
Bitch.
Once I had Bella secured into BB, I couldn't get her to my house quick enough. I figured she'd be safe there since there were zero chances of her running into any enemies and she wouldn't be handling any knives.
Unless it was to slit my throat for what happened at the diner.
"I don't get it Edward!"
Mad, Bella, was cute, Bella.
"Why were you two sitting together? You leave me in the car and … and … you suck!" She crosses her arms, looking out the passenger window.
Every guy knows female body language, and this, right here,means, I'm pissed off and fuck you.
"Puddin', it's not like that." I try rubbing my hand along her leg, but she snatches it away before I make contact. "Promise."
"Then what is it like, Edward? Am I gonna get another picture of you two kissing?"
"Come on." I'm driving, trying to get her to look at me, but she won't. I think about pulling over to the side of the road, but I'm afraid she might get out of the car if I stop. Her brows are furrowed and she looks as if she's about to chew her bottom lip off, which worries me.
I'm eyeballs deep in shit.
"I want to believe you, but …," her voice trails off and I catch a glimmer of a tear rolling down her cheek, but she quickly wipes it away with the back of her hand. Her voice is quiet when she continues, "… I've never been in a relationship before and … I hate this feeling of jealousy." She shakes her head, closing her eyes. "I've never had to deal with it before … not until now."
"Hey," I say as I pull the car over into a neighborhood so we can talk. I figure I'm taking my chances on her bailing out of the car, but I want her to stop crying."She was only there two seconds before I started to leave, and then you walked in with fists flying." I smile when I think about what happened,and hold back a laugh now that we are away from the situation. My Pudding Cup is so fucking cute when she's fired up. "I didn't even say hi to her." I wipe the grin off my face so that I don't get backhanded.
Bella swivels my way,still gnawing on her lip, a hint of a smile trying to peek through her tear-stained face.
"Really?" Her chin dips down,but her eyes are looking my way.
"I told you Puddin', I'll never lie to you." I unbuckle her seatbelt, pulling her over to me, placing a kiss on her nose as my thumb strokes the wetness on her cheek. I bring her lips to mine, but I can't seem to close my eyes, she's stunning, completely beautiful.
My heart speeds up;rapping on the inside of my ribs, and this all-consuming feeling takes over. I feel as if I can't get close enough. My arms snake around her body,holding her isn't so much as a breath of air between us, but I need oxygen desperately. I suck in what she exhales, it's enough for now.
And then I say it.
"I love you."
Those three words have been on the tip of my tongue, forever.
Suddenly I can breathe.
A weight is off my chest.
Words that I've held back until now are out in the air, floating around us like feathers in the wind, out for her to grasp and take hold.
Since the moment I laid eyes on Bella in art class I was in love. Before I think she even noticed me, I noticed her. I've wanted her for months, and now that I have her in my arms it just feels right to tell her how I feel.
Her eyes widen and they draw me in. They are mesmerizing pools of chocolate staring back at me. I feel like Mogli in the Jungle Book with googly eyes.
She's hypnotizing.
"I … Really?"
I nod my head, telling her without words that it's true. She stops herself from reciprocating the ILY, though.
She gulps,and suddenly I feel as though she's either going to spew chunks again or tell me she doesn't love me in return. I snap out of Mogli-mode hoping she's not ready to dump me.
"What's wrong?" Both my hands are on her cheeks now,trying to size up what's going on, as if I can squeeze the words out of her mouth.
She shakes her head and my heart sinks, but only for a moment until I hear her words.
"I … I love you too, Cookie." She crashes her lips to mine, and honestly,I still taste the puke on her mouth,but I love this girl so I don't care.
I pull her face away from mine, my heart trying to play catch up from the roller coaster ride.
"You scared me, Puddin'. I thought you were going to tell me to take a hike."
"Never," she says and her eyes dance like sparkling diamonds.
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My couch is too comfy,especially with my girl lying between my legs as we watch TV. The only problem is the constant state of 'boner' she keeps me in. So I decide to change our positions and offer to massage her feet.
Still no bueno on the boner.
My problem is actually worse.
Not the foot in my hand, the one resting on my crotch; my dick is still making a tent in the new baggy jeans I've resorted to wearing.
The skinny jeans were chaffing my manhood.
I am one big walking-boner.
Finally, I suggest we need a shower. I tell her I want to pamper her and omit the fact that she kinda still smells like puke and blood. Plus, I want to make her day a bit better by worshipping her body and showing her how much she means to me.
Things are going as planned until Em decides to show his ugly face in the middle of a private moment, taking Bella's day to an even shittier level.
I was gettin' down at the Y when Emmett busts in like he is about to piss his pants. I don't even remember asking him to come over, but it's nothing for him to walk into my house without knocking.
Fucking cockblocking-moodkiller.
I think the asshole might have a house key.
Poor Puddin'.
Standing in the nude, her legs spread open, head tipped back, moaning and pulling at my hair when the door swings open.
I spring to my feet to cover her with my half-naked body before Emmett sees too much of her goods, but I'm not fast enough. Bella lets out a bloodcurdling scream, echoing through the bathroom, cutting the fog like a knife. With my ears ringing and Emmett standing there like a dumbass, I yell for him to leave.
Bella turns red from her cheeks to her toes in embarrassment. I did promise her earlier when I made her change her shirt in the parking lot of the drugstore that I'd never let anyone see one inch of her naked body. Now, I'm a fucking liar to the nth degree.
After a few minutes have passed, along with the spray of hot water and the slow melodies playing from the surround sound, my girl is finally soothed and her back relaxes into my chest; her slick skin against mine is heaven. As I wash her hair, massaging the suds from scalp to end and then rinsing it out, our bodies sway in unison. Her body fits so well into mine, and her head rests just under my shoulder. My hands caress her neck and then slide down to her tits, squeezing them in the palms of my hands, smoothing the body wash over her skin. I make the descent down her sides and then skim over her soft belly dipping down to where I want to be. I never knew washing someone could be so sensual.
She fits.
Here, with me.
Once I have her comfortable again in one of my shirts, we watch more TV, napping on and off all afternoon until her mom calls wanting her home. I'm not sure how Bella is going to explain the disheveled hair and change of clothing to her parents and I hope they don't notice. But putting her hair in a ponytail is impossible with her bum hand and hair styling isn't my thing. So she leaves her hair down after running her fingers through the waves and calls it fine.
Unfortunately, my hopes are dashed when Chief Donut Muncher is waiting on the porch … Cleaning his rifle when Bella and I pull into the drive.
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Friday night is usually happening, but tonight,with Bella at home, I'm bored and pissed off.
"I'm sorry, Cookie, my dad is still pissed."
I huff out a breath in frustration. "Puddin', I haven't seen you outside of school this entire week."
"It's called being grounded, Edward." She clicks her tongue then continues. "Seven more days and I'm all yours."
"You're always, all mine."
I hear the smile in her voice, but it does nothing for the way I'm driving.
I'm being a big fucking baby.
Black Beauty practically drives herself toward James' house; it's a trip she used to take frequently. I drive her fast and I think she knows how much I need to buy weed, because she handles the highway like a pro. Emmett is pissed I'm ditching him and our friends tonight. I'm forgoing the house party in La Push in order to stay home and talk to Bella on the phone all now I don't give two cares what he thinks. All week, every time he passed me in the hall, he held his index and middle finger in a V in front of his mouth, sticking his tongue through it; mocking me.
Teasing is the only thing Emmett's done in reference to him catching me in the act of eating out Bella. And luckily for him he has abided by our bro code. Bella avoided eye contact with him and even asked me to eat in the library with her all week. It was nice having her all to myself, even though the librarian was partially watching ate, I whispered things in her ear, and we even squeezed in a little makeout session in the periodical section.
On Monday, Bella asked me not to sneak into her window at night, just in case her dad was much as I crave the feel her body nestled against mine, I respect her wishes. But I'm irritable from being away from her.
Turns out, the messy hair was what did it for her dad. He's pissed that she went to my house and took a shower, even though she had puke and blood stains all over her. Bella surprised me when she said her mom wasn't mad. Evidently,Renee kept giving her consoling looks behind her dad's back while he was chewing out her ass.
"Only one more week, and I'll be free again."
"You're eighteen. You should be able to make your own decisions," I snap.
I know it isn't her fault, she's taking her punishment like a good girl so I ease up, taking in a lung full of the blunt pinched between my thumb and finger.
Thankfully, I must have left some sort of impression on Renee; because Bella says she is being totally cool.
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"Ange, I'm still mortified." I'm in my bed staring at the ceiling, visually connecting the glow in the dark stars.
"Girl, I know. I think I would have died," Ange says. I hear her tapping at her keyboard.
"I can't even look at Emmett without wanting to crawl in a hole. Rose says it's no biggie, but it's so a big deal to me." I fold my arm over my eyes, remembering my legs open wide and Edward between them.
"UmHmm."
"Are you even listening to me?" She's distracted, and I feel as if I'm talking to the dark room instead of my best friend.
"Uh, yeah. Hold on," she says, basically confirming the fact that she isn't listening to me at all.
"What are you doing anyway?" I huff, crabby that Edward won't be sneaking in my room tonight since I asked him not to.
"I'm looking something up, hold on."
She's killing me with this one-sided conversation, but I lie there and wait for her to focus and return to our phone call.
"Okay. I was looking something up before I mentioned anything to you." She sounds unsure of herself.
"Sounds important. What's up?"
"Have you and Edward talked about birth control? She says it slowly,but almost as if there is something else that she wants to say along with her question.
"No. I guess it hasn't come up. We've been almost to the point of actually having sex, but then something happens. Like Emmett." I sigh, remembering for the five-millionth time about him busting in on us and seeing me naked. "I assumed Edward would have that part covered, ya know?"
Exasperation laces her voice, "Are you kidding me right now?"
"No. Honestly, I figure Edward is the experienced one and he'd have a condom stuck in his wallet or something."
"You wanna be a mama?"
"Yeah, but not yet," I answer. I feel stupid now.
"Exactly," She sighs. "I looked up the free clinic in Port Angeles and we can get birth control there, but we would have to ditch school. They close at five."
"We?"
"Um, yeah, Ben and I talked about stuff, and we both decided that before we get too involved I should at least be on birth control."
"Yeah, that's great." Sitting up in my bed, I flick on my lamp and pull my planner out of my nightstand. "When should we make an appointment?"
"It's walk-ins only. But I don't really want to tell my mom, so we need some help from Edward to take care of our absences.
"Oh, okay, Monday?"
"Yep, works for me. Then maybe we can shop for our Prom dresses."
"Oh gah. Prom?" I totally forgot about Prom and Edward hasn't mentioned it either. "I'm not sure I'm even going."
"You are going. All of us." Ange laughs, "Alice and Rose were talking about it at school all week, but you were in the library."
"Bitch, you'd be in the library too if Emmett saw your snatch." I can't help but snort; it's just my dumb luck.
More laughter erupts and she agrees, "You're right, Puddin'-pussy was on display." She sing-songs.
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"Hey," I say when a groggy Edward answers his phone.
"Puddin'? What's wrong? Why you calling so early?"
"It's noon, Cookie. Rise and shine." I say, teasing him. After my phone call with Ange, I talked to Edward until we both fell asleep on the phone. I woke up this morning to his cute snoring. I listened for a few minutes and then hung up when Mom called me to breakfast.
"Nothing's wrong. I think we both fell asleep talking last night." I was going to ask him then about helping me and Ange ditch, but his sweet-talking, nasty mouth had me touching myself and thinking of other things instead.
His deep voice sends shivers down my spine. I love the way he sounds when he answers. "We did. I think you fell asleep first and I listened to you breathe. I miss you at night."
"I know … me too." I stick out my bottom lip even though he can't see me. I miss his warm body and sweet scent around me.
His voice is hopeful. "Are you calling to say I can see you today?"
"No, I have to study and I'm still grounded."
"Fuck."
"I need a favor, though."
"Anything, what's up?"
"Ange and I are going to skip school tomorrow. Can you fix our absence?"
I know he can because he keeps catching Mrs. Tanner in the boiler room. That lady must not be getting anything at home with the way her panties have been around her ankles every morning before school. You'd think she learned her lesson, by now. Either she doesn't care or, she's a ding-bat.
"I have to see you Puddin'. School is the only place nowadays I get to see your pretty face."
"It's important, please?"
"You know I will, but I'm coming with you girls." I know better than to tell him he can't, 'causehe'd end up following me anyway.
"Edward?" I whine.
"Pudding Cup?" He mimics my tone.
"Fine." I agree.
"Where we going?" He sounds way too happy now that he's got his way.
"Port Angeles. We're getting birth control."
He drops the phone and fumbles around until he's back on the line.
"All right, Puddin'." He cheers.
"Stop. It's not for you. It's for my other boyfriend." I tease.
An audible growl vibrates through my phone.
"You giving me a reason for me to come over, Puddin'?"
"Maybe." I giggle. I love when he's playfully possessive.
"Keep that damn window unlocked. I'll see you tonight."
My arm goes in the air and I fist pump with a goofy look on my face. As much as I don't want to get caught, I miss his nightly visits.
"Oh, and Bella?"
He never calls me by my first name.
"Yes?"
"I love you, baby."
A/N:
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