Week 29 Prompt: b - the quote "don't worry, I'm never alone"

Title: I'll be watching you

Pairing (for fanfiction): Bella/?
Rating: M

Genre: stalker... No idea what genre that comes under

Word count: 500

Turning the page, biting her lip, her finger drifts along the edges of the pages she's yet to discover. The tiny bud of her tongue pokes out between those luscious lips as she drags her fingertip gently downwards, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. She fingers the corner of the page, teasingly, before she finally folds her finger underneath, and turns the page, beginning the process again.

Long, ebony lashes flutter as her dark, brown eyes race across the words; sometimes her mouths moves with them. Twirling a lock of deep, mahogany hair around a finger on the hand not holding her joy, she's so immersed in her novel she doesn't notice me, watching her so ardently, I see every movement she makes. Every breath she takes.

Pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth, alternating between nibbling, chewing and sucking it, making me wondering what part of the book she is reading, the same book I have open in my lap.

Curled into a ball, like a cat, in the chair. Her scarf, now open allows a peek of pale skin.
Her lip plops out with a delicate kissing noise, her face breaks, radiating a smile and then the most delectable laugh escapes those perfect lips, before her dainty hand clasps across her face, cutting off the sound and smile, that I yearn to be both the reason for and the recipient of.

Peeking out from under those dark lashes, she casts a fugitive look around nervously. A blush creeps across her face. Dropping my head, I turn a page, pretending to read, before checking the coast is clear- it feels like an eternity, before finally, it's safe to watch her.

Desire to pull that bottom lip between my teeth grows, as does the erection pushing against the book nestled in my lap.

Eventually, her phone beeps earning a beautiful smile, she taps a reply, before shoving both phone and book into her bag, she's leaving.
Cursing inwardly, as she turns away from me, denying me the view of her face and neck as she slides her scarf off, re-tieing it around her pale neck, spending only moments wrapping her flimsy coat tightly around herself, as if that will protect her from the weather at this time of year.

Pulling her long locks out from under her scarf, freeing them to cascade down her back she leaves the shop and me, I smile knowing she can't escape me so easily.

Silently, slipping out after her, and into the shadows. It's dark and heavy with the looming storm, even though it's late afternoon. Stopping under a lamp to shift her bag, she tightens her grip on her coat. Briefly her eyes dart to the sky and around her nervously. She hates walking alone, in the dark but the threat of the storm petrifies her.
I can smell her fear from here.

She doesn't know it but she needn't worry, because she's never alone.
I'm always here.
With her.