Mid-FEBRUARY 2010
Song: "Hopeless Love" Daphne Loves Derby
I love you I love you I love you.
"I love you too darling." I pulled her into a big hug and she kissed my cheek.
"Can you do a favor for me?"
"Anything." Her mind was blank.
"Will you spend a couple hours planning some wedding things with me?" She rushed quickly then smiled hugely. "Please?"
"You are lucky I love you."
"I know." Victory! She kissed my lips quickly then pulled me into the dining room. "Okay, so…" She stared at what looked like…well, it looked like a wedding had exploded onto the table. "I need Alice." And my sister was at the table with us in a second.
We decided on what seemed like more then necessary for a wedding. But it was for her, all for her. The ceremony was just going to be our families but then we would invite more friends to the reception. The wedding would be at our college chapel, since we met here it was appropriate according to Alice and Bridgette.
She wanted the reception to be outside. It took a while before she finally decided on our gardens where we used to walk all the time.
We picked out the invitations, the caterers, the menu, napkin colors, tablecloth colors, how many people to invite, who to invite, a disc jokey, table rental company, canopy rental company, color of the canopy, bartender, and champagne, her bridesmaids, my groomsman, and wedding favors.
"And do you have a preference of who performs the ceremony?" Alice asked and pulled out yet another list.
She thought it right before she said it.
"No." I said incredulously.
"Why not?" She looked so innocent, like it was a great idea. "He would love to."
"He would love to make a mess of it. Alice will agree."
"She'll love it too."
"What will I love?" She gazed at me. I wish I could read minds sometimes. Then the image flashed in her mind. "What? Him?"
"Oh you guys. It won't be as horrible as you think." Bridgette rolled her eyes.
"It is ridiculous my dear, utterly ridiculous."
"It would be cute. He would do it so nicely."
"Do you know who you are talking about?" I asked practically gaping at her. Alice was gaping. Her mouth was hanging wide open.
"Yes, I do. And I want him to. Please?" She smiled. "I'll ask him."
"Don't, then we will never be able to stop him."
But she was stubborn and I loved her for it. "Emmett?"
He ran in then saw the wedding catastrophe on the table. His eyes widened and he slowly started backing away.
"I…umm…I need to…go…somewhere…"
"No don't." Bridgette stood and walked to him. "I just have a question. Yes or no. You don't have to do anything."
"Promise?"
"Promise." She smiled and he couldn't resist her either. She had her big brother wrapped around her finger.
"Shoot."
"Will you marry Edward and me?"
"Really?" He got way too excited. She nodded. "Of course. Wow."
"Seriously darling?" I asked.
"Yes. He will be great."
"Oh, I will be awesome." He nodded and wrapped his arm around Bridgette. His thoughts were not of performing the ceremony properly.
"You will not do anything to mess this up." I warned. He would not mess up my Bridgette's wedding.
"I was just going to spice it up."
"We will practice." Bridgette suggested. "And we are done with wedding stuff for the day Edward. So if you want to go play with Emmett you are more then welcome to."
"I'd rather play with my fiancée." I pulled her next to me and gazed into her eyes.
Would you like to take a shower?
"I was thinking something a little more traditional." I kissed her neck.
"Gross." Emmett ran out of the room.
So like you on top of me. She pictured it.
"Slower."
God Edward. She sighed as I continued to kiss her neck.
"Would you two just get to your bedroom already? I'm trying to do work." Alice whined.
"Whatever you say, sister of mine." I grabbed Bridgette and ran up to our room. It was our room. She had as much stuff here as she did at her apartment, courtesy of my sister. And she spent every night here that I wasn't at her place. I loved every night with her.
Oh how I loved every night with her. I craved it. I needed it. She was amazing, spectacular, everything all at once. She was always warm and soft. I loved feeling her body next to me, surrounding me. Her scent enveloped me and I basked in it. Her heart beat and voice were a song I couldn't get enough of. I adored the way she said my name, with such need. I couldn't resist her. I knew her every need and she knew mine. Perfect.
"Let's go out tonight." It is Valentine's.
"It is such a silly holiday though."
"Just out. You don't have to buy me anything. I just want to get dressed up and go out, like dancing or dinner or something."
"Dancing okay but I can't eat."
She laughed musically. "I know. Dancing then, please?"
"If I'm with you I will have fun."
"Yay." She kissed my cheek. "Alice, would you like to dress me?"
"Of course." She was at our side smiling. Then she took Bridgette upstairs. I followed shortly after and changed my shirt to something Alice-approved. Bridgette came into our room with her hair done but still in normal clothes.
"I have to get my dress." She explained. I pulled my shirt on and began doing the buttons. "Try this one." She handed me another shirt.
"But…isn't this one okay?" Alice had just got me this shirt.
"This one is just better." She shoved it at me again. I was confused, I thought Alice dressed me. "Edward, are you going to take it or am I going to have to dress you?" Which means I get to undress you first.
"I just, I'm so used to Alice telling me what to wear. And she just bought this shirt."
"Actually I picked it out. And I am going to be your wife, thus you should listen to me. Plus Alice will be okay with whatever I pick out." It goes with my dress better anyway. She walked out of the room and I changed shirts. I went to Alice's room and knocked.
"You can't come in yet Edward. Go downstairs and wait." She demanded. Bridgette came down quickly behind me. She stopped in front of me and twirled, my breath caught.
"How do I look?"
"Breathtaking." I kissed her softly.
"Let's go." I drove to one of the many dance clubs our college town had. "Dance with me?"
"Sure." We were in the middle of a huge group of people and some guys began eyeing her. I pulled her next to me and held her there all night. I never knew dancing with her could be so…sexy. She moved to the music and reflected the bright lights. The warmth of her body was so close to mine. And the way she moved her body next to me, it was like we were in bed, but standing. I wanted her right then. I wanted to slide the dress up and gaze at her gorgeous body.
I kissed her neck and noticed someone's thoughts focusing on us, on her. He wanted her too. He was looking forward to seeing what was under her dress. My muscles tightened.
I love you and only you Edward. Just dance with me. She knew me so well. I found the author of the thoughts. He was gawking at her. I stared until he caught my eye, then I scowled. He rolled his eyes and focused on another girl.
I wonder what he is like in bed. I bet she has a nice time.
Why couldn't people just keep their thoughts to themselves? I was trying to enjoy an evening with my fiancée and all they could do was stare at us.
"These thoughts are annoying me." I murmured into her shoulder. She sighed at the movement of my lips on her skin.
Focus on mine.
"Mmm." I kissed her shoulder again.
I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to be out of this dress and you out of those clothes. I want your hands all over my body.
"Bridgette." I cautioned.
You shouldn't be so sexy. It really isn't fair to any of these guys. They won't have a chance with you here.
"They can have any of these girls. I have what I want." She turned around and grabbed my waist.
Me too. She ground her hips against mine. A small growl escaped from my throat. She giggled.
When she finally got tired of dancing we left. I drove quickly of course. She had been to alluring. I wanted her to myself.
"That was fun. We have to go again once I'm changed. I won't get tired so easily."
"It is almost one. I think it is understandable for you to be tired."
I know but I loved your hands all over me like that. She pictured what else my hands did for her. Her thoughts particularly focused on last night. She said each night was better then before but last night I apparently outdid myself.
Ever since we began fooling around I had hunted whenever I knew I would see her, which ended up being everyday. I would just go snag a deer or two before. But last night I forgot. She had attacked me when I got to her apartment and I hadn't had time to hunt. So I was a little more passionate, as she put it. I knew I just had less control. It wasn't so bad though. I never hurt her. Maybe I didn't have to hunt every day, but I would still hunt often. I would never risk anything around her.
She placed a warm hand on my upper thigh and slid up a little. I smiled hesitantly at her.
"Blank thoughts." I muttered. She smiled more seductively and leaned across the car. My vision was distracted by the line on her chest and then was drawn across the swell above her dress.
Her lips softly pressed against my neck. I wanted to hit the breaks and jump her. But that would leave a bruise that I would hate myself for. I slowed easily, quickly undid her seatbelt slid my seat all the way back and pulled her into my lap in a matter of seconds. Her eyes were wide from shock but then kissed me fiercely.
"Edward, I love you so much." My husband. That is perfect.
I sighed in satisfaction, if only she could hear my thoughts too. She would hear how much I loved her without having to break the kiss. But soon I had to and made my way down to the swell my eyes had wandered to earlier. She sighed.
Backseat? I placed her in the back and followed. She began undoing my buttons immediately. I wanted to rip it off just to feel her skin against mine, but I let her have her fun. She slowly slid the shirt off. Her warm hands journeyed from my shoulders to my stomach back up and down my arms. She had some weird obsession with my triceps.
We've never done it in a car. Her hands made their way to my pants as I kicked my shoes off. I pulled away to look at what her dress had in store for me and she attacked my neck.
"We will have to add it to our list." She giggled and thought of the short list which covered our bedrooms, her bathroom, the kitchen and one piano. She was so sexy the way she had stood next to the piano. I growled at the thought. I picked her up and slid her out of the dress.
"Gentle." Her face tightened and I placed the dress on the front seat. I sat back and put her into my lap. I quickly undid her bra and took her underwear off. So good at that. She kissed my neck and chest as her hands made their curving way to my boxers. I gently dragged my finger tips down her back making Bridgette moan my name into my chest. I helped her get my shorts off and then she positioned her self in my lap.
She showed me so many things that were brand new. Things I never thought possible. And this, this was better then any of them. But I needed to grab something. I had to release my excess energy. I usually had pillows, a head board. There was only the seat of my car. My fingers began pressing into the leather and my thoughts were slightly distracted.
"Edward." She sighed bringing me back to her and exactly what we were doing. I grabbed on to her body and helped the movement. The way she said my name drove me crazy.
"That was a workout." She laughed. There was a sheen of sweat on her skin. "I'm really hot now."
Yeah she was. My girlfriend's body was spectacular.
She pressed her hot skin against mine to cool off. That was what she meant. I laughed to myself. I ran my hands down her back to help cool her skin. Then I noticed something on her sides. Red marks turning into purple ones. My body froze. I had hurt her. I had left marks on her. My beautiful girlfriend had bruises from me. They covered her sides.
She leaned back and looked at me. "What's wrong?" She smiled and rubbed my cheek. I didn't move any muscles. "Edward?" What? I averted my eyes. How could I look at her? After what I did to her. I didn't deserve her to still be sitting there. "Edward, say something. What happened?" She tried to shake my shoulders. He is a statue. "Edward." Her voice was getting louder. "Edward." She turned her head to look right into my eyes. Her blue eyes were full of pain.
"What hurts?" I finally asked worriedly. I couldn't look at her body. "Tell me what hurts."
"Nothing. You didn't say anything."
"You can tell me that it hurts. I know it does."
"Nothing hurts. What are you talking about?" I glanced quickly at her waist. Purple hand prints patterned her sides. "What?" She looked down. "Oh." I gently placed my hands on the most prominent marks. If I had tears they would have streamed down my face now.
"Edward. It's okay." She hugged me. I hurt her and she was comforting me. "It's fine." She rubbed my back and cooed into my ear. "Don't worry about it." I let my head fall limply onto her chest and my hands settled on the seats. I should have ripped the seats, they could be repaired a lot quicker then Bridgette could.
My breathing was shaky. "Shh Edward. It's okay." Why was she still comforting me? Why wasn't she mad at me? She should be yelling. She should be so angry for me doing that to her. For letting my extra energy be forced on her instead of the car. "Honey please calm down. Take a deep breath. It will be fine."
I don't know how long we sat there, her comforting me for hurting her. The marks became dark purple bruises. They would last a while. What if I broke something? She would notice the pain wouldn't she? There wasn't any registering in her thoughts. I quickly straightened my body and pulled her back. My fingers found each rib gently and searched for any cracks or fissures. She took a deep breath in when I touched one.
"Did that hurt?"
"A little."
I took a closer look. It was right where the darkest purple thumb print was. I touched it as gently as possible. She hissed again in pain.
"I want to see if it's broken." She nodded. I touched it again and ran my finger along checking for a break. My finger couldn't find one, but I wasn't sure, there could be a small fissure that would show up on an X-ray. I slid her body back farther and stared at the bruises. She looked like her boyfriend had beaten her. I couldn't take her to the hospital unless Carlisle was her doctor.
I handed her undergarments to her and pulled her dress from the front seat.
"I'm going to take you to Carlisle." I quickly dressed and helped her into the front seat again.
I couldn't look at her the whole way back. Then I heard a muffled sniff. I chanced a look and saw tears rolling down her face. I reached my hand over and she took it greedily. She pulled it to her cheek and clung.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice broken.
"You hate yourself." I don't want you to.
"But look what I did to you."
"I'll heal. They are just bruises, they'll fade."
"I usually have such good control. I've never hurt you before."
"I know. It was an accident this time. You didn't have the pillows or the head board. We just will make sure…"
"Don't make excuses for me." Anger came out. But it wasn't directed to her. Never her.
"Edward it isn't that big of a deal. I didn't even notice." She tried to smile. We pulled into the driveway. I opened the door and picked her up. I set her on the couch and knelt in front of her.
"Carlisle." He came down quickly. "Is anyone else home?"
"Just Esme."
I looked into Bridgette's eyes. How could I hurt my beautiful blue-eyed angel? My body shook with sobs.
"Edward." She came to her knees in front me and hugged me. "I'm fine Edward." She stroked my back trying to calm me. I wanted to hold her but I let my arms lay limply against my side. I couldn't hurt her ever again. "Shh. Honey. It's okay." She cooed into my ear.
"What happened?" Carlisle asked. I couldn't speak. Bridgette didn't let go of me.
"He…he didn't have anything to release his excess energy on."
"What do you mean?"
"He usually has pillows or the head board or something that he grabs on to. But he didn't this time." She was so calm. I heaved with another dry sob. "Shh." She kissed my cheek. "He grabbed my sides pretty hard. I have a lot of bruises. But he thinks something happened to one of my ribs." More sobs wracked my body. "Edward. It's okay. I'll heal."
Esme was now down here. "Bridgette you can go with Carlisle now." She said in a motherly tone.
"Edward, are you okay? I'll stay if you need me too." She was injured and she was worried about me. More sobs. My breathing was harsh and erratic. "Shh." She whispered in my ear. She never let go of me, the one who hurt her.
"Bridgette I should probably get a look at your ribs."
"I'll be fine." She continued to rub my back and stroke my hair. I couldn't stop the blubbering. Then she started humming one of my melodies in her head.
"Bridgette." I sighed into her hair.
"Hey." She leaned back and smiled at me.
Edward. I really need to get a look at her ribs.
I dropped my head and whispered. "You should go with Carlisle."
She pulled my head up. "Will you come with me?" She was still smiling. I nodded and stood pulling her into my arms. She kissed my cheek and I took her to my bedroom. I helped her out of her dress and she put on shorts and a T-shirt. Then Carlisle came in. He had her lay on the bed and I went to sit on the couch. She looked longingly at me. Esme sat on Bridgette's other side and took her hand.
She looked at Bridgette's sides as Carlisle pulled the shirt up and a low gasp escaped. It was too quiet for Bridgette to hear but I noticed. The bruises must have gotten worse.
Carlisle touched each rib looking for the pain. He felt around the spot that bothered her.
"I think it is just a bruised rib. It might be a small fissure. But that will heal quickly."
He helped Bridgette sit up. "See Edward I'm fine." She was still smiling at me trying to get me to come out of my depression. I dropped my head in my hands.
I suggest you take more precautions next time. She will be fine, though she might experience some soreness in the morning.
"Do you need anything sweetie?" Esme asked. "Anything to eat or drink?" Bridgette let out a sigh. "Edward?" Esme asked her again.
"I'd like Edward." Bridgette said with a slightly joking manner. I shook my head still not looking up. "I guess I can settle for something to eat." I heard her and Esme get up and walk out of the room. I love you Edward.
Edward. She is fine. She wants you. Stop being so stubborn. Esme scolded. You obviously didn't do it on purpose. She's forgiven you. Now come down here and make her feel better. She is the one hurt not you.
She was right. I needed to go comfort Bridgette now. I needed to apologize for hurting her and then for the way I acted about it. I ran downstairs and stopped at Bridgette's side.
"I am so sorry Bridgette."
"It's okay. Really honey. Just bruises. I need to get more calcium in my system anyway." She took a swig of her glass of milk and smiled. "Esme said everyone is coming home soon. What do you want to do tonight?"
"Anything you want. What you would prefer?"
"I want to play craps. I haven't played in forever. But I'd settle for poker again. Now that I know you can read minds I'll keep mine blank." She smirked.
"We can go buy a craps table if you want to play."
"You do not need to get a craps table just because I have an itch to play craps."
"I have to make my behavior up to you somehow." Plus I loved buying her things. "When you finish we will go get a table and more chips. I don't know how to play though."
"I'll teach you." She said excitedly. I finally smiled.
I love your smile. I kissed her cheek.
"I love you."
"I love you too." She kissed my lips. "Let's go then." We drove to the nearest gaming store. The clerk about dropped his jaw when I asked it to be delivered immediately no matter the price. But my Bridgette got whatever she wanted. So we were going to play craps tonight. The delivery van followed us to the house and set it up in the middle of the living room. Emmett and Jasper did a little dance when the men walked in carrying the table.
"You bought a craps table!"
"Can we play tonight? Oh please can we?" Emmett begged.
"Bridgette wanted to so I figured we could."
"Bridgette you are so cool." Emmett said. She laughed.
"Do you know how to play?"
"Of course." Jasper ran his fingers along the felt.
Edward, why aren't you holding me?
"I can't Bridgette."
Yes you can. She opened her arms and smiled waiting for me to come to her. Her smile fell when I didn't go directly to her.
"I can't." My voice pleaded. My siblings noticed the interaction but tried to give us some privacy.
What happened? Alice asked still playing. I saw the bruises. She wants you to touch her again. Don't make her feel damaged. I looked at her and slightly raised an eyebrow in question. Well she got hurt and now you won't touch her. She probably feels like you don't want her now or something. The girl is crazy about you. Everything you do affects her. If you don't hold her she worries she did something wrong.
I wrapped my arm gently around Bridgette's shoulders and kissed her cheek. "I just don't want to hurt you." I whispered.
"Thank you." She smiled at me.
She let me get away with only that for a while. But she started getting antsy. She wanted more. But I couldn't. I just couldn't trust myself to not hurt her again.
"Why not?" She asked softly.
"I can't bear to look at you."
Her face fell. Tears were surfacing in her beautiful eyes.
Idiot. Alice and Rosalie both shot at me.
"Oh Bridgette, no that's not what I meant. I mean I can't look at the bruises, knowing I put them there."
Even I wouldn't say that. Emmett added. I wished my family would stop listening.
"I love looking at you." I gently took her face in my hands. "I love it. You are the most beautiful person. I love you."
I know they look horrible. They are all yellow now and look even worse.
"Bridgette, you are gorgeous, despite them."
Then why did you say that?
"I'm sorry. I didn't…it didn't come out right. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I even did that to you."
Hold me.
"Of course." I pulled her into a gentle embrace and kissed the top of her head.
Please Edward.
"Bridgette. I can't." I wanted to. It had been over two weeks. But those bruises screamed at me every time she took her shirt off. They reminded me how much I could hurt her.
"Ugh. Edward. It was an accident. Get over it. There are five brand new pillows and a perfectly good head board that needs to get mangled. Carlisle said we could. Why won't you?"
Emmett started chuckling.
"Emmett." I stomped on the ground. It made him laugh harder.
"So you actually meant what you said? You can't bear to look at me? Well it's your own fault. You shouldn't have done this. You should have been more careful." Is that what you want to hear?
I nodded. "It is what you should have said when I did it."
"Edward." She wrapped her arms around my neck. "I didn't mean it." Please forgive me.
"Of course." She kissed my neck softly. Then another spot. Her lips were moving up to the one spot I couldn't resist. "Bridgette." I begged, warned and moaned at the same time. Her tongue glided along my ear lobe. I shuttered. She chewed on it softly. Of course I pick the most amazing woman then try to say no to her.
"Edward." She murmured into my ear. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
"Bridgette, if I…"
"You won't." She continued kissing my body. I laid her gently on the bed and hovered over her. Our bodies slightly touching but she didn't feel any weight. Her hands slid up my shirt and I shrugged out of it. She unbuttoned my pants and let me kick them off. My hand wandered up her shirt and pulled it off. She grabbed my cheeks and brought my lips to hers. Don't look.
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Thanks to NatalieRB for the Emmett/preacher idea.