BPOV
Green eyes were on fire before her radiating passion and hunger and love. Pupils were dilated, and it made her shiver to see the wild look in them. Her own eyes burned intensely, not in a way that felt dangerous but in a way that spoke of uncontrollable need. Her fingers twitched, aching to bury themselves in locks of bronze disarray, still damp and salty from the sea. Words escaped her, only sensation captured her attention in that moment. It was a relieving, unhinging feeling. It was incredible.
Bella watched with silent intensity as Edward stood trembling before her. She followed the movement of his Adam's apple as he swallowed harshly, noted the way his hands grasped desperately at his swim trunks. She knew her question was driving him crazy, that she was pushing at the edges of his sanity. She liked it.
Before, whenever things got too heated, Bella would struggle with controlling herself. She could see how much it pained Edward to have to be so careful all the time, but there was nothing Bella could do about it. Now, however, things felt different. Better. Bella was with Edward now without the slightest hint of danger.
"I…I want you so badly Bella." He finally choked out, his voice hoarse and filled with passion. He reached out a tentative hand, placing it on her cheek gently. He watched her with excited, blazing eyes, needing her more than ever before. Bella shivered at the touch, feeling a million emotions flood her system. A beast lurked within her, but at that moment it was nowhere to be found. When her hand wrapped at last around waves of his hair, nothing in the world would have threatened her love.
Not even Bella herself.
"You have me, Edward." She told him, willing him to hear the truth of her words. She let strands of his hair sift through her fingers, loving the texture. She put a hand on his face, mimicking his touch. He shivered too, and they were the same.
"You always have."
He took her words as an invitation, gave her the same promise with his mouth in another way-a kiss. She accepted it greedily, pressing her lips to his with urgency. Strong hands wrapped around her back, and she let him pull her onto his lap as he sat on the bed. He held her tight against him, and she could feel his arousal through his trunks. The sensation was almost too much, unleashing a blinding burst of passion and sexual need. It took all of her self control to keep from crushing Edward in her embrace, as the power building within her begged to channel itself into her arms and hands. He drove her wild, just with his masculinity and sexual potency.
"Edward…" She sighed, and she let go of his hair with one hand and fisted it in the blanket under them. She felt her nails push right through it, dispensing some of the raw energy she had to release. She couldn't bring herself to regret the fact that she tore a fist-sized hole in the material; She was simply relieved to have averted the problem. Edward reacted to her words by redoubling the strength of his grip on her, squeezing with strength that would have bruised a human girl. To Bella, though, it would never be tight enough.
Bella dragged her hand down his jaw line, before following it with her mouth. She covered his jaw, neck, and collarbone with gentle kisses and careful touches. Several times her tongue tentatively came out to taste him, the flavor making her groan with need. He moaned at the sound, then put a hand under her chin, pulling her head up and taking her place. He gave her the same treatment, worshiping her soft skin with his lips and murmuring loving words of affection and promise.
"Bella-" Edward whispered just as Bella said "Edward-"
They both smiled at each other, amused. For a moment, their kisses stopped, and they simply stared at one another. Edward raised an eyebrow at Bella, willing her to go first, and she took a deep breath.
"Edward, I--You have to promise to say something if I hurt you. Promise me. It's so--oh." She broke off in a gasp as Edward pressed his mouth against her throat with more aggression this time, breathing hot breaths on her sensitive skin.
"Oh, Bella, everything you're doing is perfect." He assured her with a sigh of passion. He ran his hands up her ribcage, causing her to shudder at the same time he did. "Just tell me if it's too much. Just say the word and we'll stop."
But Bella neither needed nor wanted it to stop, and she told him so with a fierce kiss, mouth to mouth. They both breathed each other in, lips moving in sync. They found comfort in the contact, though just as it calmed it also added fuel to the fire growing within them.
Just as Bella began working one hand up Edward's bare torso, the sound of feet pounding down the hallway towards their room reached her ears, barely making itself heard over the pounding of her heart. It almost went ignore, too, but then a voice joined the footsteps in a tone of urgency.
"Bella!"
Passion and desire was quickly replaced with panic, and she pulled out of Edward's death grip as gently as she could before leaping away from him almost to the other side of the room. The look of shock and disappointment on his face surely mirrored her own, and it was all Bella could do to keep from launching back over to him. Hunger of a different kind was causing her body to shiver, and she inwardly cursed whoever was ruining their moment.
The door burst open, jarring the two lovers from what could have been, and Jacob burst into the room, his face almost as flushed as the two whose privacy he was intruding on. As soon as his form became recognizable, a look of intense loathing reached Edward's face. Bella felt similar anger building inside of her, but it soon faded as she saw the look on Jacob's face.
"What is it, Jacob?" She asked, pulling herself back together as much as she could. Edward still looked furious, and she sent him a pleading look quickly before turning back to the young werewolf. Jacob was panting and his dark eyes were wide with excitement or something akin to it.
"There's a ship heading over here, only a few minutes away." Jacob gushed, trembling slightly with nervous energy. Bella stiffened at his words immediately, her hands making fists. A million thoughts rushed through her mind, automatically assuming the worst. Her thoughts were confirmed soon enough as Jacob continued. "Not anything Garrett called for. Bella, he says he thinks it's them."
A stunned silence filled the room, and no one seemed able to move or speak. Edward's face twisted into a mask of fear, and Bella opened and closed her mouth several times, too shocked to speak. She felt her limbs spasm once, hinting at shifting as the monster sought a chance to free itself. Soon, she feared, it would get its chance.
How? She mentally screamed, lost. How could they have found us? So soon? How did they find this island? What the hell…how…what have I done?
Bella shot into action then, awakened from her spell. She flew to the door, knocking a surprised Jacob over with a yelp, and then whirled around and looked straight at Edward. He still sat on the bed, his face a mask of confusion and fear, and the sight drove her besotted heart wild. She resisted the urge to run and scoop him up, instead she held out a hand to him and forced words to come out.
"Come here, love." She called to him, willing herself to calm for his sake. Right now, she was dying to just transform, as the threat of the tracking werewolves was making her desperate to turn into a more powerful, less vulnerable form. Edward obeyed without a moment's hesitation, a thousand words of trust spoken in the grasp of his hand in hers as he ran to her side. Jacob jumped up to his feet then, and he dashed out of the room with a worried look. Bella allowed herself to follow more slowly, keeping her hand linked with Edward's.
A million emotions flooded Bella's heart and mind- Fear, anger, guilt, worry, love. She pulled Edward down the stairs quickly, being as patient as she could force herself to be. She heard no one in the house, and so turned their path towards the door. She looked back once and met her lover's eyes, seeing less fear there and more worry, and she tried and failed to think of a way to comfort him.
Surprising her, Edward was the first to offer words of assurance to her. "It'll be ok, Bella. I love you." He said as they shot through the front door, heading for the beach. No one was in the house, Bella could tell, and she could hear their worried tones on the beach up ahead. She said nothing back to Edward, only squeezed his hand tighter when words would not come. She hoped he understood.
As they neared the beach, coming over the last sand dune, Bella caught a glimpse of the other Cullens, huddled together in fear, and then of Garrett standing out in the shallows, eyes trained forward. Jacob stood only a ways off, pacing back in forth in a troubled form of habit. Bella followed Garret's gaze, and sure enough, she could see a ship heading toward the island, obviously intent on landing on the beach. It was still a ways off, probably fifteen minutes or so, but the sight filled Bella with more crazy energy and she let a worried growl erupt in her chest.
All the humans turned as Bella and Edward came skidding down the hill, and Bella winced at the fear she saw on their faces. She released Edward as they reached the group, and he was immediately enveloped in a tight hug from Esme. The poor mother then launched herself at Bella, who returned her surprising action with a gentle one of her own. She let Edward's mother hug her, feeling her guilt and determination to protect them increase tenfold.
"I won't let anything happen to you." She assured Esme quietly, pulling away slowly. She didn't wait for a response, instead she ran quickly out into the water, giving Edward one last look of love and promise. His face was serious but understanding and he nodded her as her feet touched the water.
Garrett stood like a sentinel in the small waves, not even acknowledging Bella as she reached his side. Bella mimicked his position, straining her eyes and ears in order to try and identify the people or creatures on the boat. Even her exceptional sight, however, could not tell if the beings on board were threats or simply lost tourists. Garrett seemed to be having the same trouble, and at last he turned to her with a grim expression.
"I did not authorize any boats today, Bella." he told her, confirming Jacob's words. His normally smiling eyes were now tinged yellow and filled with power and darkness. Bella simply nodded, confirming that she'd heard and understood. It's not going to be a misunderstanding. This is for real. She felt close to losing control, and it took her a moment to calm herself down enough to reply.
"How?" She asked, her voice low and pained. Bella felt such guilt, it threatened to break her form the inside out. She was supposed to protect that family, and she had obviously failed somehow. She saw Garrett frown in confusion that mirrored hers, and he simply shrugged that he had no idea.
"Does not matter how." He said in a firm, strong voice. He put a hand on her shoulder, relieving only a bit of the extreme tension there. She sighed at his words, nodding only slightly in acknowledgement. Now was not the time for questions, but a time for action.
"Will you take them?" She asked Garrett quietly, noting how his eyes widened slightly at her words. He said nothing, waiting for her to elaborate. Bella dragged her eyes away form the danger that was rapidly approaching and looked over her shoulder at the five people standing on the beach, watching her. She felt Edward's familiar green eyes on her, and she wished she could whisper words of assurance to him now.
"Please, take them somewhere safe, Garrett." She pleaded, turning to her longtime friend and mentor. She cut him off before he could speak, her tone desperate. "I can't do this with them here, I'll just worry about them the whole time. I can't…can't…" She broke off, looking away and down into the water.
Garrett was silent for a while, before he finally reached a hand to lift Bella's chin, making her look at him while he spoke.
"I won't leave you here alone, Bella." He murmured, his face pained. He held Bella's gaze, his own eyes soft and understanding. Bella sighed, knowing he would say that. She just didn't know what to do: It was fight alone against bad odds or fight a fair battle with Edward and his family in danger. The choice, to her, was obvious, but Garrett was refusing to go along with her plan. She growled softly in frustration, knowing their time to decide was almost over.
"We'd never get the plane or boat going fast enough anyways-" Garrett continued before Bella cut him off sharply.
"Well then what the hell am I supposed to do?" She half-whispered, half-growled. She put her hands up to her hair and pulled in angst and indecision. She heard Jacob whining nervously from the beach, but she paid him no attention at all. Garrett closed his eyes briefly before lowering his voice and speaking soothingly to the distressed girl.
"We'll take them up to the house, Bella. They'll be safe." He continued on before Bella could interject again. "We can win this, you know. You, Jacob and I against them. Three on three. We will win, Bells." He pulled Bella into a tight embrace, comforting her with his familiar strength and warmth.
Bella fought the urge to cry, resigning herself to what she knew she must do. As Garrett let her go, she stepped back and gave a tiny, reluctant nod. Without hesitating, Garrett loped back off to the beach, intercepting Jacob along the way and speaking to him in hushed tones. Bella then heard him speak to the Cullens, and her shoulders hunched a bit as he told them the plan.
Bella, however, did not leave the water, nor did she turn around to watch the others. Instead, she kept her yellowing gaze locked on the boat charging ominously towards the small island, sending silver waves crashing through the normally calm sea. A low rumble grew deep in her chest, never getting very loud but threatening at the storm that was building within her. He anger was not loud and hot, but icy and even more dangerous in the calm. She patiently awaited the arrival of the enemies on the ship, biding her time and letting her rage grow steadily with each passing second.
Not one of them would survive this when they stepped foot on shore.
A/N: You wanted action, I gave you action!
Now, give me love.