Stephenie Meyer of Twilight, who is a Mormon, is an advocate of sexual restraint.
Chapter28/5 minutes
Bella was in the bathroom when my mother phoned.
"How's my favorite child?" Mom said without preamble.
I laughed. She calls all of us her "favorite" child.
"I miss you, Mom."
"Then you're feeling better, my wee Wadey baby."
I groaned.
"Geez, Mommy, you haven't called me that since I was eight!"
"You always loved it," she retorted.
"Never did! I just didn't want to hurt your feelings," I confessed. "But I can tell you now that it was a really embarrassing, cheesy nickname."
"Ow, my wee Wadey baby …"
I sighed, suppressing a shudder at being called "wee". I endured several more minutes of her babying when she finally informed me that Emmett and Alice would pick us up today. As expected she asked for Bella but she was indisposed, again.
"Have you told her what I used to do?"
"You mean what you still do?"
"In an unofficial capacity, of course."
"Yeah, I told her," I said plaintively.
"How did she take that?"
"She didn't react at all."
"You know I'm going to have to talk to her soon. I don't want you to think I'm meddling," she said flatly.
"When?"
"Wednesday. Alice will give you the details."
In two days. In a way I was relieved that my parents would be here soon.
Carlisle and Esme were great parents. As far as I could tell, raising three teenagers didn't cause that much anxiety in them.
Or maybe, they were just really good at masking their own torment, watching our growth from puberty to adolescence.
We turned out okay, I guess. No complaints so far.
On the other hand, I was worried what this would mean to Bella and me.
I sighed again, running my hand through my hair.
Growing up with a psychiatrist mother – who counseled dozens of mothers with debilitating concerns about their own teens - only honed Esme's maternal instincts, I think. After all, she had the advantage of experience and a medical training in handling behavioral problems. But she never did allow any of us to visit her clinic.
Once, I made the mistake of dropping unannounced in her office and I witnessed one of her colleague's patients undergoing electroshock treatment. My mother was furious. I always thought that she had overreacted. What did I see anyway? The patient didn't go Jack Nicholson on the gurney and I wasn't traumatized.
"Mom," I suddenly blurted out, interrupting her monologue. "Didn't you write a protest letter or whatever about electrically stimulating patients?"
My question made her pause.
I fidgeted, impatient for her answer. I was about to repeat my question when she finally replied.
"I was always against electroconvulsive therapy, Edward, you knew that."
"Why? What happens when someone has had it?"
"Well, honey, you get your brains zapped and it's never effective, not for the long-term. This treatment is violent even with anesthesia."
"Then why do they still do it?"
"It's not regulated," she sighed, then, "had she been given ECT?" she asked sharply.
My parents never miss anything.
"Yeah -" I stopped. I heard the bathroom door creak open. "Mom, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later."
"Wait, Edward -"
Bella had just reentered the room, glancing at me with a smile.
"I'm still here."
"Everything okay?" She heard the tension in my voice. I nodded and then I realized she couldn't see me.
"Yeah. Can we discuss this later, Mommy?" I teased, letting her know everything was alright.
"Sure, honey," she laughed. "Call me when you get home." And she hanged up.
Bella climbed on the bed and since I was sitting in the middle, she slid behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, her legs caging me. She laid her cheek against my back.
She inhaled, making her trademark breathy half-moan, half-whimper sounds. She sighed contentedly. I duplicated her sigh, pushing my concerns aside.
I was totally focused on her now.
"So was it an interesting shower?" I felt her nodding her head.
I wasn't really asking about her bathing but I decided to let it go. She didn't need Mr. Showerhead so long as I could do the job better, thank you very much.
"We should have showered together," she mumbled against my back.
I did thought about it. I contemplated making love with her in the bathroom last night but I didn't want to stress round-the-clock Nurse Dorothy anymore than I, undoubtedly, already had.
"Don't tempt me," I murmured.
I couldn't resist twisting my body and reaching out to her.
She shifted her position and was now straddling my lap, her arms around my neck. Her hair was wet and she was so deliciously scented.
I touched her chin and tilted her face to mine. Sorry Nurse Dorothy, I thought, remorseless.
I parted her soft mouth and pushed my tongue inside seeking hers. She feels so fucking good.
I lifted her, my big hands on her hip and I deliberately rubbed her butt against my arousal, hard.
She gasped and grabbed my hair. I took advantage of that and plunged my tongue deeper inside her mouth. I couldn't get enough of her.
I locked mouths with her with brutal urgency and she kissed me back with equal passion. I was hungry and needy and she was so soft and sweet. I sucked and bit her bottom lip.
I was so consumed by her I didn't even hear the door opening.
She had "Ahem" us three times before her presence registered in my lust befogged brain.
Bella wrenched herself away and buried her head on my chest.
I blinked at Nurse Dorothy. Only, it wasn't her it was the other nurse.
"Err … I have to remind you about the 10am appointment? That's um, in 15 minutes?" she squeaked, her face very red.
"Thank you," I said, clearing my throat. She stumbled out.
Fifteen minutes.
If Nurse Dorothy was not around … and Nurse Junior wouldn't dare come back after this …
I cupped Bella's face up to me. Her eyes were dark and her breathing was ragged.
"Five minutes?" I murmured.
She sucked in a breath and nodded. She didn't wait for me but jumped off the bed and almost ran to the bathroom. I was close behind her.
I shut the door and had her standing in front of the sink, lifted her skirts and dragged her panties down her legs. My hands were trembling.
I was still wearing my hospital Johnny shirt and boxers. In five seconds I was pushing half-way inside her.
A primal growl escaped my lips. Fucking tight, too tight.
I laced my fingers in hers, holding her hands up against the glass. Pressing deeper, I bit her earlobe and talked dirty to her like I always wanted to, watching her face in the mirror.
Her glazed eyes lost focus and her hot breath steamed the glass.
Ramming speed and an early climax was called for so I whispered the filthiest words I know, my voice deep and guttural.
When her body was shaking and I felt her walls tightening around me, I bent my knees for quick lunges.
"Come." I grunted. "Now!"
She bit off a scream and spasmed around my cock as she came.
I released her hands, slid out and turned her around, back against the door. I wrapped her leg around my hip and reentered her in one deep thrust. I groaned loudly, spilling inside her.
When I could speak again, I looked at her. She was gazing up at me as if she just discovered something new.
I gave her my crooked smile.
Her pretty face, already flushed, flooded an even deeper pink.
I raised a brow at her. What ever she was about to say was interrupted by the slamming of a door and Nurse Dorothy noisily moving in the room.
I asked Bella to remain in the bathroom and to get ready for her appointment.
Nurse Dorothy refused to look at me directly when I came out.
I smiled a little at her resigned look.
She then informed me that I was now officially dismissed from the hospital.
"I wish you well and a good day to you, Mr. Cullen."
She finally turned to me and even cracked a grudging grin, before leaving.
Soon as she was gone, I glanced at the clock, then at the closed door of the bathroom.
No more time for that, I thought regrettably.
