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Chapter 20
"For the last fucking time Emmett, she still smells the same!" My glare was murderous and my tone was beyond livid. He has asked me the same fucking question almost every day for the last few weeks. It's bad enough that I have to talk to my father about every little thing that is going on between Bella and me, but to have to deal with Emmett on top of it- it's just too much. The urge to remove a few limbs was so strong; venom was swimming in my mouth.
"Gee, calm down. I was just checking ya know. Trying to get you laid and all." The smirk on his face was just too much and I saw red. I lunged at him. He was sitting on the couch; the controller for the Xbox in his hands. When I reached him, we crashed into the stone fireplace and it cracked. In an instant, Esme and Jasper were on us and pulling us a part. Well, more like they were pulling me off Emmett who continued to grin like a moron.
"Let me go, both of you. I am tired of his crap." I was twisting and struggling in both of their grasps, looking for the perfect opportunity to get free and go back after Emmett.
"Edward you need to calm down!" Esme's words were sharp. She was really pissed off. I just didn't care; I wanted to go after Emmett more.
When I failed to cease my struggling, I was hit with suck a wave of lethargy that I collapsed into Esme's arms.
"So not fair," I mumbled to Jasper.
He just chuckled, "If I knew you would behave and calm down, I'd let ya go. But I know you're just not going to be able to do that."
He was right, I was still ticked off. However I was in no condition to do anything about it. Of course it didn't help matters that Emmett was standing there as if he won the fucking lottery. He was all happy, smug and had freedom of movement. Jasper saw the direction I was trying to seethe at and shook his head at Em.
"You really should leave. It may help him calm down." There was a hint of warning in his voice, but I was positive that Em missed it. He was too busy gloating.
"Oh, hell no! This is too good to pass up." He actually had the nerve to rub his hands together. I was so gonna rip his fucking limbs off the next opportunity I got. Before I could attempt to uselessly struggle once more, Emmett dropped to his knees and began to sob uncontrollably. A glance at Jasper proved that he was the one behind his emotional display of sadness.
Emmett's chest heaved, and his face looked anguished. It was a beautiful sight to witness. I only wished I had a camera.
"S-stop it-t-t, J-Jass-pper. N-not funny!" I would like to disagree, it was awesome. Feeling that I was more in control, he let go and stopped the waves of lethargy. I sprang back to my feet, took my phone out and took a picture of Emmett. I also, just because I could, took a short thirty second video if him blubbering like a baby. It was priceless. I held my fist out to Jasper and we bumped them in brotherly camaraderie.
Knowing I had little time before Emmett recovered, I gave him a final wave, smirked and bolted out the door to my car. I had promised Bella I would pick her up from school. Her truck had died, again. I was itching to replace that sad excuse for a vehicle.
This isn't over, Edward! I heard the playful tone in Emmett's voice; he knew this was all part of what our family does. Besides, with all the sex jokes and hints and constant badgering me about her scent, I had reached my breaking point.
I wasn't kidding when I said that Carlisle was on my ass about this. He was, but it was much harder to get pissed at him. So every night we would sit down and talk about what I felt and how Bella smelled to me that day. Don't ask me to explain how we rate her scent; it's boring and dry as dirt. Carlisle is practically giddy at being able to document this process. When he isn't working or talking to me about everything, he is researching. Looking for any other information he can find. He had placed calls and feelers out to every vampire he knows to garner more information. He is in his research glory.
What's even better is that he is dragging Bella into all this as, recording the human experience to a mating connection. She is lucky that she only needs to talk to him every few days or so. I think he goes easy on her, asking her the fluffy questions, unlike the third degree he unleashes upon me.
Not wanting to think any more on my Dad and his inquisition, I concentrated on Bella and the much needed alone time we are getting tonight. Since the dance several weeks ago, we have rarely had any alone time. My family is still leery of my self control and therefore gives us little space. The weather has turned colder, which makes sense since it is early November, so another rendezvous to the meadow is out of the question. Charlie has always been home, working the day shifts the last few weeks.
But tonight that would all change. It was Monday night and Charlie was going to Billy's to watch football as the Seahawks were playing San Francisco. Bella, in all of her scheming glory, managed to convince Charlie to watch the game on the reservation, stating she had a lot of homework to do. It was a brilliant move on her part and made me wonder what she was looking forward to happening.
Since the meadow, what little exploring we had been able to do was chaste in comparison. We had been limited to just being shirtless around each other, but I was looking for more. That's not to say that a shirtless Bella doesn't keep me entertained, it does. She has the world's most perfect breasts. I have been learning the best ways to elicit moans, sighs and cries just by playing with her tits. I could spend hours just playing with them. Hmm, that could be arranged when we finally complete the bond. I smiled at the idea, filing it away for later.
Even more, I loved the feel of Bella's hands on my body. It was a sensation unlike anything I had ever felt. It was warm and soft, tantalizing and sensual. My entire body erupted in shivers when her fingers roamed over my chest. Her delicate fingers traced every line and curve, leaving trails of fire and pleasure in their wake. A desire and hunger for her body, to make her mine, developed in the pit of my stomach. It took time, but I was able to find calm and deal with the overwhelming sensation of her skin on mine. After a few tries, the feelings no longer took me by surprise. Now, I was able to relish in her touch, the feel of just being close to her.
But I wanted us to move forward and I had a hunch that Bella was waiting for me to tell her we could. That was another thing that had grown between us, the silent ability to almost know what the other needed or wanted. It was like an innate, primal conversation that happened between us. I never told her I needed to get used to her touching me, she just knew. Then there was the time she wasn't feeling well, she had come down with a cold. Something in me said I needed to see her. When I crept into her room, she had a mild fever and body aches. I spent the whole night just taking care of her.
So lost in my mind that I never realized I was at Bella's until her scent assaulted me as she slid into the car.
"Hey, baby," she greeted me with a wide smile.
"Hey, beautiful." Like two magnets, we slowly inched our way towards each other until we were close enough to kiss. It was soft and sweet, there was no need to rush this. It was heaven to have her lips pressing against mine. I pulled away to let her breathe and we rested our foreheads together. Being with her was effortless; it was like walking, so automatic.
Knowing that if I didn't get moving we would spend the next fifteen minutes making out, I reluctantly pulled out of her driveway and sped to school. Once there I spent the whole day counting down the hours and minutes until we could be alone. To make time pass, I calculated the amount of homework we had and how much time we would really need on it, then figured out how much free time we would be left with. Sad thing was that I realized no amount of free time would be enough; I would always want more time with Bella.
Finally the end of the day was near and I was giddy with anticipation. Bella saw the need in my eyes and laughed.
"You do realize Charlie will be there when we get home, right?"
I didn't and I felt like an ass for not realizing it. So I lied. "Yea." Of course I needed to come up something better to explain my excitement. Luckily my phone buzzed giving me a few extra moments to think.
Your theater tickets will arrive today. That should be a good reason. XO- A
I love Alice; I need to tell her more.
Love you, too!
Hands down she was my favorite sister. Okay, so going to my house will waste some time, hopefully enough that Charlie would be on his way out as we were heading in. "Um, I was hoping we could swing by my house, I have a surprise for you."
Bella's look was one of complete disbelief. She knew how much I was looking forward to this day, so a trip to my house seemed odd, but she went with it.
"Sure thing. If that's what you really want to do." She smirked but entered my car silently. Who am I kidding? I can't fool her. Luckily, there was a surprise waiting for her, so the joke would be on her.
Not wanting to give anything away I gave her my best dazzling smile as I streaked out of the parking lot and headed towards my house. When we got there it was nice to see just Jasper and Esme were home. Em and Rose went on a few day hunting trip to Canada. The last few days have been blissful with both of them gone. Alice flew out of the car once we stopped and then she sped off into the forest with Jasper. Not bothering to figure out my siblings, I took Bella's hand as we ascended the stairs of the porch.
"Hello Bella!" Esme's smile was brilliant as she welcomed Bella with open arms. "Come in." The pleasure that my mother took in seeing Bella was endearing. Several times I had heard her think of Bella as her daughter. It reminded me how grateful I was for my family's easy acceptance of Bella in our lives. Well, with the exception of Rosalie, but I hardly counted her opinion as valid anyway. Since the incident with Bella weeks ago, we have yet to speak to each other. I liked it, personally, but I knew it bothered Esme. I am sure we will need to hash it out, just not now.
"Hello, Esme," replied Bella. She returned Esme's hug and sat down on one of the chairs by the kitchen island.
"What do I owe the pleasure of you both coming here? I thought you had plans to go to Bella's tonight." Bella looked at me with a bemused expression as she felt I was finally caught in my lie about a surprise for her. She was just waiting for me to come clean.
"I am here to pick up an envelope that came for me," I said speaking to Esme and ignoring the pointed looks Bella was shooting at me.
"It came this morning," stated Esme as she turned around her to sort through the mail on the counter. She handed me a plain envelope. I spun on my heel and faced Bella and flashed the crooked smile she liked the best.
"Here is your surprise, love." I gave her the envelope and motioned for her to open it up. She threw me a bewildered look and seeing that I would give her no hints, she tore into the envelope. I watched her eyes, waiting for the moment when she would recognize what she held in her hands.
When she pulled the four tickets out, she was confused, but when she looked at them closely, that was when her eyes lit up.
"Are you serious?" Her face was full of surprise, shock, excitement and wonder. I wanted to make her look like this often.
"Yes. Do you like?"
She enthusiastically nodded her head, keeping her eyes on the tickets she was holding. "I love it! Thanks you!" She flew into my arms and began placing kisses all over my face while laughing. I had never seen her acting with such wild abandon. I crushed her to me, enjoying the feel of her body close to me.
"Is someone going to tell me what is going on? What are those tickets for?"
Before I could answer, Bella broke from her kisses and turned towards Esme, "He got us tickets to the Pantages Theatre! One is for Romeo and Juliet and the other is for Grapes of Wrath." She turned back to me, still smiling brightly. "Thank you." She laid her head on my shoulder, hugging herself close to me.
"You're welcome, love."
I am still a bit confused, Edward.
"Bella has always wanted to see Romeo and Juliet performed on stage. We also need to see the other one for our English project. Pantages is a small intimate venue and she expressed a desire to see something performed there. We lucked out that these plays are part of their season."
I had ordered these tickets shortly after our first 'date' at the library. This was one of the many things we talked about that night. Back then I was worried that we could remain friends long enough for her to want to go with me. Now, we have two dates to look forward to.
Gripping her hand I urged her to move, "We should head back to your place. I am sure Charlie is wondering where you are."
Still excited by the sight of the tickets she had clutched firmly in her hand, she simply nodded and waved to Esme as I pulled her back outside and down the stairs towards my car.
As I got in the car, she faced me, "Thank you again for this. I can't wait to see them."
"It's my pleasure, love. Now I can take you out on two special dates." The rest of the trip passed in silence and in no time we arrived at her house.
Charlie was inside the house gathering his coat and keys as he headed out.
"Hey, kids. What you going to do tonight?"
"Um, homework, Dad. Have fun at Billy's." She easily dismissed him and began to rummage in the fridge for something to eat.
"Are you sure you don't want to come? I'm sure Jacob would love to see you again. He asks about you."
Charlie turned a sickly sweet smile my way, but I kept calm. I was certain that Bella was my mate, that she loved me as much as I did her. I also knew how Bella felt about Jacob and I was sure her response to Charlie would come as no shock to me. In fact, just to play with him some, I called out to Bella in the kitchen.
"If you want to see Jacob, Bella, I would be fine." I was facing Bella so Charlie didn't see the smirk on my face. Of course Bella did and I saw her eyes narrow ever so slightly before she answered me and her father.
"Um, Dad, Jacob and me, umm, never going to happen. He's so, ugh, annoying and pushy. No thank you. He can keep his paws to himself. Plus I like who I got now." She winked at me just as I heard Charlie's thoughts get a bit scrambled.
There still could be a chance, maybe. No, she looks at Edward like I looked at Renee. I don't like it.
I tried to keep my face calm as his inner dialogue tried to determine the best way to keep me from his baby girl. He gave up once he saw that Bella had gone back to fixing dinner and I had begun to spread our books out on the table.
"I'm leaving Bella. See you later, okay?" He gave me what I assumed would be his best cop face. "You will be acting on your best behavior, right?"
"Yes, Sir. Just a night of studying." He gave me a skeptical look and the turned around and left. When I went back to Bella she already had a grilled cheese sandwich and chips. She was busy with math and by the looks of it, she was struggling to understand.
So for the next hour and half, we went over math, worked on our Biology presentation and I quizzed her for her history test. Anxious to spend time with just her, I asked for a reprieve from the work and took her to the couch. She offered little resistance, so I knew we were both on the same page.
For a while we watched Buffy re-runs and I laughed at the absurdity of it all. That was until she made a comment about Angel.
"I love his chest, he's so hot." Her eyes were glued to the TV as he took off his shirt and trained with Buffy.
I rolled my eyes, "How can you say he's hot? This show is just ridiculous."
"Oh, is someone jealous?" She climbed on my lap so she was straddling me. Her fingers danced along my chest, the warmth seeping in through my shirt. He mouth began a torturous journey from my neck, to my jaw, to my cheeks and then back again. My arms wound around her, holding her tight.
"No, not jealous. But wondering why pine for a fictional vampire when you got a real one of your very own?"
"Touché, baby. Well I better show my appreciation." With that her lips attacked mine, soft and gentle then fierce and demanding. It was intoxicating and I wanted more. With a muffled groan I attacked her. I flung her shirt off and threw it away while her fingers nimbly made work of the buttons of my shirt.
Over the next hour we caressed, kissed and explored every inch of exposed skin. I even managed to leave a small love bite at the crest of her breast. I was mighty proud of myself for being able to do that once again. Wanting to try and take this further, I reached for one of Bella's hands which were buried in my hair and brought it to rest on my lower abs and slowly I slid it towards my cock. It had been hard from the second she straddled me and I wanted to see if I could handle her touching it. She hesitated briefly, and I applied slight pressure to her hand letting her it was ok. Slowly her fingers dragged down towards my extremely hard dick. She applied just a small amount of pressure to the head and I hissed at the sensation.
I concentrated on keeping as calm as I could while she continued lower. It was pleasure and pain wrapped up in one and I never wanted it to end. Her fingers cautiously stroked my length before she cupped my entire length in her slim hand and gave a tiny squeeze. I couldn't contain the moan that hissed out.
Somehow through the haze a familiar sound broke through my befuddled brain. It took a few seconds to recognize it, but when I did I stilled instantly. Of course Bella did as well and her hand was still pressed against my cock.
"Charlie!" I rasped out. Her eyes went wide and she froze.
Pushing her off me I guided her towards the stairs, "Get dressed up there, in the bathroom. I'll fix down here." I placed her shirt in her arms and began to put mine back on. She still hadn't moved, paralyzed by fear. I shoved her more forcibly towards the stairs.
"Go, now!" Somehow my voice penetrated the fog in her mind and she stumbled up the stairs. I finished buttoning my shirt and turned the TV back on.
"Where's my bra," hissed Bella from upstairs. My eyes scanned the room and when I spotted it I heard Charlie pull up.
"No time. Hurry up!" I went over to her bra which was lying on the floor by Charlie's chair; I had only enough time to kick it under an end table. Needing to be doing something, I went into the kitchen to wash Bella's drinking cup.
"Hey, Edward, where's Bella?"Questioned Charlie as his eyes narrowed suspiciously on me, trying to find anything out of place.
"She went upstairs to use the bathroom. Too much water." I held up her water glass and placed it in the rack to dry. "How was the game?" I kept my gaze steady, praying that Bella would remember to flush the toilet. As if she read my mind, I heard the toilet and then the bathroom faucet as she 'washed' her hands. Seconds later she came down the stairs.
"Hey, Dad. How was the game?" She smiled at him and I listened to see what he was thinking.
It looks too perfect here. But his buttons are done correctly. Her hair looks fine. I don't' trust him. He tried to keep the disappointment off his face, but he didn't hide it well. Sensing that I should leave, I made a show of gathering my bag.
"I should go. Esme will be expecting me home soon." I slung my bag over my shoulder and took my jacket off the chair back. "See you Chief."
Bella walked with me to the door and gave me a hug. "Your bra is under the end table by Charlie's chair," I whispered. I gave her a cheek a chaste kiss and I could feel the blush rushing to her face.
"Thanks. Love you. Oh, by the way, you're taking me to the movies on Saturday."Then she winked at me. She fucking winked. What did that mean?
I hurriedly walked out to my car wondering how Charlie missed the huge erection I was sporting. I sped home, impatient to rub one out and worry about why Bella wanted to go to a movie. I was still puzzling over it when I got home. After a nice long shower in which I was able to take care of my aching dick, I settled down to listen to some music.
An hour later Alice barged in my room. "I see you barely made it out of Bella's without getting caught?" She giggled and I never hated the fact that she saw almost everything more than right now. "Well, don't worry; Saturday should make up for it." She gave also gave me a wink and danced out of my room. Okay, now I felt I was missing the joke.
I was never more excited for a school week to be over than I was now. It didn't help that everyone seemed to be in on the fact that Bella and I were going to the movies and snickered. Plus, they were all able to keep their minds off what was so funny, which was irritating. It seemed everyone was keeping secrets. Esme was constantly in her office, and whenever I came near it she started signing jazz songs, Emmett and Jasper in between teasing me about Saturday kept thinking about rocks and tearing up trees. When I questioned them, they said they were helping Esme.
I tried to put that all out of my mind as I drove to Bella's house. She was waiting for me outside as I pulled up. She looked beautiful in jeans and long sleeved peach t-shirt with a tight black vest. Her hair was straight and hanging free, just the way I liked it. I opened the door to my car and she skipped over to me.
"Hey, baby." She placed a small chaste kiss on my lips and slid into the car. I circled to the driver's side and in a matter of seconds we were on our way the movie theater in Port Angeles. We were silent on the drive, content to listen to music. I was debating on whether or not to ask Bella why she wanted to go the movies. It's not like I objected. It was a few hours I got to spend with her, alone. It also was a typical date for teens. Oh, no! What if this was her hint that she wanted a normal date? How could I be so stupid as to not take her on regular dates?
"Hey, what's got your face all puckered up over there?" There was general concern in her voice. Looking at her, I saw worry in her eyes.
"I fucked up, haven't I? You wanted to go here tonight because you wanted a normal date and I totally forgot to do that kind of stuff. I am so sorry." I felt miserable. A tiny giggle interrupted my self-flagellation.
"What's so funny?" I snarled out.
"You. All worked up because you think we aren't doing normal date things. Baby I hate to tell you, but we are so far from normal. Just relax. You will see later why I wanted to do this." She placed another chaste kiss on my cheek and bounded out the car. I never realized we had arrived at the theater.
Bella was waiting for me at the curb and I shook myself out of the daze I was in and hurried over to her. She reached for my hand and we twined them together. We headed over to the ticket counter where we got tickets to some romantic comedy that had been out for a while. Bella seemed to be excited about it, so it couldn't be too bad, right.
We stopped off at the concession stand to get Bella some pop and popcorn. It smelled weird. I must have made a face at it for suddenly Bella was throwing it at me and it landed in my hair and a piece went down my shirt.
"What was that for?"
She giggled, "You were making a face at it so I figured I'd let you get up close and personal with it." She helped me pick the pieces out of my hair. Once clean, we snuggled close. We both loved that this theater had moveable armrests. We put ours up so we could cuddle. Minutes later the lights went down and the movie started.
I was surprised that the there were few people in the theater, especially for a Saturday night. I did notice several theaters dedicated to a newer movie, I think it was about witches or wizards or something. Bella had expressed an interest in seeing that one, so I wondered why we didn't see that one. But all thoughts of the other movie ended when Bella cuddled up closer and rest her head on my shoulder.
We sat watching the movie for some time when I felt Bella's hand move from being around my waist, down my side and to the top of my thigh. I sucked in a quick breath when I felt her fingers make designs on my jean clad legs. My dick grew with the proximity of her hand. Unsuccessfully I tried to focus on the movie but when her hand slowly crept higher and over towards my cock, I lost all interest in the movie.
A soft caress of her hand made me gasp, a lone finger that trailed over and over my length, had me closing my eyes and drowning in a sea of sensation. I was adrift; there was pleasure, need, desire, and the urge to claim. It was those feeling that frightened me the most, I could not screw up the connection. It was too important, Bella was too important.
With an inner strength I wasn't aware I possessed, I placed my hand upon her hand stilling her movements over my cock. "Bella," was my strained and strangled plea.
She leaned closer, her lips at my ear, I could feel her warmth, her heat and I wanted to wrap myself around it. "Relax. This is the perfect place for this. You will need to focus on something, the movie, or the people, anything but what I will be doing. You can do this." There was a confidence to her; she was asking me to trust her. Problem was that I did, it was my own torturous emotions and urges that I wasn't sure I could rein in. But I found myself nodding against my better judgment.
Bella removed the hand that was covering hers and placed it on the armrest. I took a few centering breaths, willing my mind and body to stay under control. I had no idea what Bella was trying to prove, but I had to believe in her. She would never do something to jeopardize our bond.
Knowing that if I looked at what she was doing I would lose it, I focused part of my brain on the movie and the other half on her hand which was back to slowly stroking my cock through my jeans. With each pass she increased the pressure, slow and steady. It was maddening.
On the upstroke she paused at the button of my pants and flicked it open. Just that small amount of relief for my dick had me fighting a moan. I heard the metal clicks of my zipper being lowered and I chanced a look at Bella. Her warm eyes met mine and all I saw was brutal honesty. She wanted to do this for me. She wanted to take that step that was interrupted earlier in the week. She was doing this for us, for me. As if she heard me, she mouthed, 'For us.' I nodded my consent.
With the zipper lowered she grasped both my jeans and boxers and began to tug them lower. I lifted my hips to help her out. She pulled them only to the top of my thighs, just enough room for my cock to spring out. It was hard, achingly so and there was a small bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
A soft gasp left Bella as her hand tentatively reached out to make contact. My eyes were glued on her hands; it was like they were moving in slow motion. With such gentleness she clasped my rock hard dick in her hands and ran her thumb back and forth over the head. I hissed and groaned at the same time, her hands stilled.
Her hand was so warm and to feel her heat surrounding my cock, it was almost too much to deal with. So I concentrated on my breathing, keeping it steady. I could be in control, I could handle this. I would never hurt Bella. Over and over those mantras repeated themselves. I could feel Bella as she monitored my every reaction. Her hand never moved just her thumb, the pressure never changing; she was letting me get used to the sensation.
When my breathing calmed she slowly moved her entire hand up and down my length. One of my hands gripped the armrest while the other the back of the seat Bella was sitting in so I was mindful of the amount of pressure I was exerting on them. So slow were her movements, they were like several soft feathers just teasing me. Ever so patiently she added more and more pressure and speed, with her thumb swiping my now leaky head. My mind was all over the place. It felt too good. There was the urge to claim, to thrust, to take her away and mark her, there was the feeling of the plastic of the seats in my hand and her gently rhythmic pumping of my cock.
My body was erupting in chills and shivers, I knew what it meant- it was the early signs of my release. I tried to breathe through them, not wanting them to overwhelm me and take over. I felt it all; the heat of her hands, the slickness of my dick, the pressure of her fingers, the small breathy pants of Bella, the rolling sensation building in my stomach, rushing and pulsating.
Suddenly I needed more; it had to harder and faster. Without a word my hand covered Bella's and I showed her what I wanted. Together we sped up, increasing the pressure, her hand squeezing the head on each upstroke. My moans could not be contained, so I bit my lip to muffle them. The pressure in my belly was intense and I knew it wouldn't take much more for me to fall over and explode. Our hands were a blur, they were slick and they touched and squeezed everything. Her tongue licked the shell of my ear as she bent closer to me, she never faltered in her ministrations.
"Cum for me, Edward. It's okay, let go." She bit down gently on my lobe and squeezed my head in the same movement and it was all I needed. My hips thrust up as my release shot out and landed on my stomach and our joined hands. Shudders wracked my body as I rode out the last few waves of my orgasm. Bella was nuzzling my neck as we slowed our stroking.
With amazement I watched as Bella lifted a finger covered in my cum and her pink tongue darted out to lick it clean. There was no helping the low growl in seeing her being covered in my essence. So transfixed by the imagery I didn't realize that Bella was cleaning me up until she was almost done. I helped her finish up and I pulled my pants up and fastened them close.
"Why?" It was all I could think to ask and say. But I had to know, understand.
She smiled at me; there was a glint of smug satisfaction in her eyes. "Because I wanted to." With that she kissed me and settled back to watch the movie. It was then that I realized what a dangerous, but beautiful creature Bella was.
A/N: HEHE.. Bella getting friky at the movies.. what did ya think? How about a crying Emmett? I am evil I know. I will update next week... now... go show me some love... come on...make me proud!