So this is the final chapter before the changes start taking effect that I'm busy with.
To Leibeezer...my champion...thanks...
I wake with my alarm at twelve thirty. Edward is already up and I can hear them inside. I wrap a blanket around me and make my way to them to say goodbye to Jasper and Emmett. Rosalie is also standing with a blanket wrapped around her. I come in and Jasper bursts out laughing.
"Jeez! Night of the Living Dead! You should look in the mirror before making a midnight appearance Bella."
"Fuck off Jazz. Now you can make your own coffee," I joke as I turn around to leave again. He runs up to me just as I expected he would and I smile and roll my eyes as he turns me back around again and pushes me to the kitchen.
"Aah little Sis, you know I'm just joking. Come on then, get on with that coffee you make so well."
"Yeah, yeah," I mumble as I make quick work of their coffee. Rosalie and I decline because we still want some sleep. Edward has some but he can have a hundred cups and still sleep. Seems caffeine doesn't affect him at all.
I stand one side as Emmett holds Rosalie, whispering in her ear while her tears fall silently. I know how she feels letting him go and my heart aches for her. Edward is quiet. I know somewhere inside of him he wishes he was in that bakkie. He's changing his life for me and I just hope I prove myself worthy soon.
Friday evening is spent lazing in front of the TV watching nothing in particular. Edward is still quiet but I let him be. I feel like he's far away from me right now, even though he's right next to me. I've seen him on his phone a few times. I think he's trying to phone the guys but he can't get through and it's frustrating him. I keep quiet, weaving my fingers through his hair, silently letting him know that I'm here for him.
We're watching a movie when he announces he's going to bed.
"You coming Baby?"
"I think I'll finish the movie if that's okay?"
He leans down and plants a sweet kiss against my lips. He leans his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry I'm not very good company tonight."
"I understand. I wish we weren't in this mess so you could go and be with them. Do you want me to come to bed with you?"
"No, finish your movie. I've seen it before, there's about a half an hour left."
He kisses me softly again and disappears down the passage. I feel like he's pushing me away even though I know that's not the case. I can't concentrate on the movie anymore but I finish watching it anyway.
In bed I lie awake a long time watching Edward sleep before I turn around and will myself to sleep. He's restless and just as I'm about to fall asleep I feel him get up. He comes into my vision as he pulls the curtains open and stares out at the darkness, rain once again splashing patterns on the window. I love the rain, wishing it could last forever but with spring here I know it will be over soon.
He is so beautiful. He's leaning his one hand against the wall, his arm rigid and I love the look of his muscle as it flexes. His grey sweat pants are hanging off his hips and his back, my God, his back is a vision of its own.
He turns then, catches me looking at him and I guess he can see the want on my face. He slowly walks over and I scoot over to his side of the bed as he gets back under the covers.
He pulls me closer and the kiss he bestows on me is a slow, sensual dance of our tongues. I melt into him, my body ready to welcome him home. He's hot and heavy as he covers me with his body, his pants still on. I can feel the hardness that is Edward through the fabric.
His hands come up and thread through my hair as he lies on his elbows.
"I love you. Please don't forget that. I just need a few days to adjust to the fact that I can't be there if anything goes wrong. After the last run…"
He's terrified. I can see it in his eyes, written all over his face. The accident with Alec was almost a fatal one and I know he's worried that something might happen to Jasper or Emmett and he's not there to help.
"We have to believe they'll be fine Edward otherwise we'll go crazy with worry. Jazz and Emmett are big boys; they know what to do in an emergency situation. And I know you love me, that's why I'm here. Kind of feels nice to be there for you when usually it's the other way around."
He smiles a heartbreaking smile before he claims my mouth again. We make out for a long time, like teenagers. We joke around and we laugh. Oh how I love seeing that smile on his face, the one that touches his eyes and is reserved for the people that he loves. By the time we go to sleep I think he feels a little more relaxed.
Saturday morning I decide to try and take his attention away from the guys, if only for a while. Edward is sleeping on his stomach and I trace the planes of his back with my fingers. I wish I was an artist; I could sit all day drawing pictures of the object before me.
He starts stirring as I kiss his back softly, my hand now firmly gripping his glorious ass.
"You have no idea how good that feels," he mumbles.
My hand slips around his hips and I smile as his hardness fills my hand. "Oh, I think I have an inkling."
As he turns around I'm already pulling his pants down, the heat of his bare skin like fire against my own. He sits up, pulls his shirt over my head and pulls me on top of him. He cups my face and pulls me down for a searing kiss. I can't help but squirm over him, trying to get closer.
He chuckles as he softly bites my ear. "Always so eager," he whispers. "I love that you can't get enough of me."
I sit up and as I take him in me his hands roughly grab my breasts as I arch into them. I moan loudly as I circle my hips against him.
Suddenly I'm under him and he hitches my one leg over his arm, opening me to him as he sinks in deep. I wrap my arms around his neck as I suck his tongue into my mouth, tasting him, wanting him inside me in every way that I can get. Every stroke inside me is a slow burn, heating up and making its way through my body. I wrap my free leg around his hip and push him down harder.
"Greedy today aren't we," he says with a wicked grin, pushing back up against my leg, not allowing me what I want, what I need.
"Edward," I sigh breathlessly, frustration heard in my voice.
"What do you want Baby?"
I try pushing him down again but he doesn't let me. "Tell me what you want," he says again, his voice full of need.
"Harder," I whimper. "Harder, Edward."
At that he groans. He lets go of my leg and I wrap it around his waist too. He lifts himself up on his forearms and before I can prepare myself his hips crash down on me and he fills me to the hilt. He doesn't stop, relentlessly pushing me to my limit.
He flips us again and he's sitting under me, kissing me as his one hand slides over my ass. He pushes me slightly up, slipping out of me and I groan. His finger dips into my wetness and moves back again, dipping between my buttocks until he finds another entrance to my body. I still, not sure of this, it's not something I've ever done before.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, the lust written all over his face.
"Yes," I breathe. I do, with every fiber of my being, I trust him.
He pushes me up slightly and as I come down over him his finger rubs firm circles at the back and it opens up a whole new world of sensation.
"Fuck," I whisper as he grabs my hip with his other hand, moving me faster over him as his finger slips ever so slightly into me from behind.
"Oh God Edward," I moan loudly. "That's so good."
He pushes his finger in deeper, keeping in rhythm with my body. I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming his name and he sees it.
He uses his thumb to pull my lip from between my teeth. "Oh no, Baby. Let it go. I want to hear you. I love hearing you. Do you like it when I'm in you so deep from both sides?" he whispers as a bead of sweat falls from his forehead onto his cheek. I taste it with my tongue which draws out a particularly hard and deep stroke from his finger as I grind on him, trying to get closer in any way I can.
I'm faintly aware of his name leaving my lips in a loud garbled scream but I'm too far gone to be embarrassed about it. It's not long before I feel myself clenching around him.
"That's it Baby," he groans. "You feel so good when you come, when you pull me in deeper."
And then I'm exploding from the inside out, every muscle in my body aching from the clenching that I can't stop. The glorious new invasion of my body stills as my name fills the air and he lets go inside of me, throbbing within.
We're both a bit shaky as he lies down next to me, our fingers intertwined.
"Do you think this is ever going to stop?" I ask breathless.
"What?"
"This feeling like we can't get enough. When sex becomes just a chore instead of a necessity?"
He pulls my fingers up to his mouth, kissing each one while looking at me. "No, I don't think we'll ever get to that point. I'll never get enough of you. Sex with you will always be a need Baby. I love you so much."
I smile at him, a big ass teeth showing grin. I must look like a dog that's gotten a bone.
We decide to take it easy again for the rest of the day. Edward is wearing nothing but his sweatpants and I'm clad in his shirt sans underwear.
We're just discussing what we're going to do for dinner when Rosalie phones. It's just before six. She wants to know if I want to join her at Pete's for a few drinks. I tell her I'll call her back.
"Baby, Rosalie wants me to join her for a few drinks. Is that okay?"
"Of course Bella. Go enjoy yourself."
I move from one foot to the other. "This is weird," I admit.
"What?"
"You saying I can go. It'll take a bit of getting used to."
He gets up and hugs me tightly to him. "It's called trust Baby. I trust you. And you forget I have a teenage sister. I know girls need a bit of time on their own as well," he teases.
"Thank you. You're amazing, you know that?"
"So I'm told," he laughs. "Now go get ready." He smacks me on my ass as I walk away from him. It sends a jolt of electricity straight to my groin but I ignore it. I know if I climb into Edward now I won't get out of here.
After my shower I stand at my cupboard wondering what to wear. It's not so cold out anymore with spring setting in. Pete's is very casual so I opt for very short denim shorts and Converse. I pull one of Jay's Billabong shirts on and knot it at my side. I grab a hoodie just in case. My hair pulled in a high ponytail and minimal make up sees me liking the look in the mirror.
Edward's eyes almost pop out of his head when I walk into the lounge.
"Wow. Looking hot Baby," he says as he nears me.
"Um, should I change?" I ask hesitantly. Maybe I should have gone for long jeans.
"No way. You look great," he says as his arms circle me. His hands find purchase on my ass and he pulls me into him. I gasp. "As long as no one touches what's mine," he growls just before he greedily kisses me half senseless.
A hooter outside signals Rosalie's arrival. We decided on one vehicle and if she's had too much to drink she'll sleep over in Emmett' room.
I know I'm flushed as he pulls away. "I think I'm staying," I joke.
He laughs again. "I'll be waiting when you get back. Now go, Rosalie is not a patient woman."
I kiss and hug him quickly and make my way out.
"Wow Bella, you're smoking!" Rosalie says as I get into the car. I'm glad she's also dressed summery, with a short denim dress and her Converse as well.
"We need to stop wearing matching shoes, people are going to start talking," I joke as we start driving.
We decide to share a small pizza quickly before heading to Pete's and it's just enough to fill my stomach.
Pete's is quite full when we get there and being Saturday night it is probably going to get fuller. A live band is setting up in the corner. They're clad in black jeans and rock t-shirts and I know already I'm going to enjoy the music.
"Hey girls! Bella, you're looking better than the last time I saw you," Pete says.
"Feeling better too. Thanks for looking out for me that day."
"No probs. What can I get you?"
Rosalie and I stare at each other for a few seconds. She decides on a gin and tonic and I go for a brandy and coke, again getting laughed at because of my choice. I don't care. There's no better drink to party hard on.
After about a half an hour the place is even more packed and the band starts playing. As I suspected they're good. Metallica morphs into REM morphs into Oasis and so it goes.
Rosalie and I are hanging out with some of their friends that were at our house for the party and Pete makes sure our drinks keep coming at a steady pace. Seems there are some newbies that don't usually come here from what I can gather of the conversation around me.
We make the rounds, chatting here, chatting there, playing some pool and having a good time. When I look at my watch again I see that it's almost one in the morning and Rosalie is thoroughly drunk. I'm on a vibe but not too bad. I really don't want to show up at home plastered.
I suggest to Rosalie we leave but the band starts playing Stone Temple Pilots and she begs me for just one song. How can I say no?