This wasn't an outtake I originally planned to do, but a reviewer requested it, and I really enjoyed writing it.
It covers two chapters (Lover/Sunday Morning) which was Bella's birthday weekend with Edward. So you'll see the whole weekend, from dinner and the club, to the museum, til he takes her home Sunday afternoon.
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Outtake: Lover (Edward's POV)
Fill me up, don't stop
Just a little deeper, baby
Give it your best shot
Although it seems
A little too fast for you
Do you think I'm too rough for you
Lover I will come for you
Lover, anytime you ant me to
Lover, I'll be there for you
Lover Lover Lover
Give me some
let's get it on
Just a little harder baby
Gotta come on strong
If you want
I'll set you free
Gotta give you big time sexuality
Lover, I will come for you
Lover anytime you want me to
Lover I'll be there for you
Lover Lover Lover
Be my mean sex machine
Come and take my body
And cover me with cream
If you're good
I'll make it up for you
If you're bad
I'll come all over you
Come all over you
Lover, I will come for you
Lover anytime you want me to
Lover I'll be there for you
Lover Lover Lover
Lover, I will come for you
Lover anytime you want me to
Lover I'll be there for you
Lover Lover Lover
-"Lover" by Lords of Acid
One night when I was in my bedroom attempting to write a paper for my music theory class, I heard a quiet knock on my half open door. Alice peered around the corner and I motioned for her to come inside.
"Hey, Alice."
"Hey, Edward. I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Sure, have a seat." She perched on the edge of my bed and I twisted my chair around to see her better.
"Bella's birthday is next weekend and I wanted to see what you thought about doing dinner and dancing with the rest of us to celebrate. I'll probably invite a few friends from high school, too."
"Sounds good. Man, I didn't even know it was her birthday."
"Yeah, it's the thirteenth."
"I wonder what I should get her," I mused. Alice gave me a small enigmatic smile and shrugged.
"She doesn't expect you to get her anything."
"I know, but I'd feel like an ass not doing anything for her."
"Well, it'll be Friday night and I was thinking we'd do it in Seattle."
"Alright. Once you figure it out, give me the details of where I need to be when, and let me know if you need any help," I offered.
Alice gave me another smile. "I will. Thanks."
She left and instead of getting back to my paper, I went online to see if I could figure out something to get for Bella. An hour later, I was still at a loss. I felt like I knew her really well, we had talked about everything, books, music, art. … With a start, it occurred to me what I could do for her birthday. I could take her the Seattle Art Museum. We'd talked about doing that anyway, although, it kinda felt like a date thing to do. But it didn't have to be, I reassured myself. Just two friends, who happened to be lovers, going to check out some art- totally casual, right? Fuck. I buried my head in my hands. Things between Bella and I were slippery and convoluted enough.
Irritated with myself for turning something so simple into something complicated, I decided to take her to the museum anyway. We could go on Saturday and I could pick her up from the dorm that afternoon, after she'd recovered from the night before. I frowned; I really didn't want to drive back and forth between Port Angeles and Seattle, on Friday and Saturday. Maybe she wouldn't mind if I crashed in her dorm room. Plus, there was already the advantage of enjoying drunk, frisky Bella. The beds were so small in the rooms though, and not exactly conducive to wild, unrestrained sex. I could get a hotel room in Seattle, I considered. I poked around online trying to find one. I wanted something fairly close to the museum, and hopefully, the club we were going to go to would be. I went out in the hall and called down the stairs. "Alice?"
"Yes?" She appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
"What club are you thinking about?"
"Either Trinity or Heaven, why?"
"Fuck. Neither are particularly close to the art museum."
"The art museum?"
"Yeah, I was thinking of taking her on Saturday and getting a hotel for Friday night."
"Oh, that's a great idea." Alice grinned at me. "She'll love it."
"Good. Not sure what hotel to go for though. There are a ton by the waterfront, so they'd be near the clubs, but they're nowhere near the museum."
She shrugged. "So split the distance, and do something halfway between the waterfront and the museum."
"You're brilliant, Alice." I grinned at her. "I knew I kept you around for a reason."
"You know it." She gave me a soft smile. "Great idea for Bella by the way."
"Thanks." I was inordinately pleased by her compliment.
I went back in my room and finally found a hotel that looked like it would work. The Sorrento Hotel was nearly a century old, but recently remodeled. The huge, comfortable looking beds and marble bathtub convinced me to book it. I winced at the price, especially when I decided to book both Friday and Saturday nights. But I had the money, and we'd both be comfortable there. Although, if Bella wanted, I'd let her enjoy the hotel room by herself. I knew how much she liked having time to herself, so if she wanted to I could always head back to Port Angeles, after we went to the museum on Saturday and she could stay there by herself until Sunday.
With plans for the weekend made, I finally got back to writing the paper, although the thought of Bella dancing with me at the club and naked on the bed in the hotel, begging me to fuck her, kept distracting me. By the time I finished the paper and printed it off, I was completely worked up. It didn't take long for me to jerk off, fantasizing about burying my face between her thighs, and making her cry out my name. Goddamn it, I thought. I was getting in way over my head and there wasn't a thing in the world that could stop it.
Friday night I wrapped up tutoring early and took a quick shower, before dressing and packing for the weekend. Alice had handed Jasper a bag of Bella's things the day before and I took it with me, checking into the hotel and stashing our bags there before heading to dinner. Jasper and Emmett were already there, Emmett with a very questionable date. She was not at all his usual type, other than being blonde, and I gave him an odd look. He shrugged and gave me a sheepish smile, which meant he was up to something, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what. I'd have to remember to ask him when I got back on Sunday. Several other people that I vaguely remembered seeing at Bella's graduation were there. I remembered Angela and her boyfriend, Ben. She gave me a friendly smile and I talked to them for a few minutes. I was right in the middle of telling them about one of the kids I tutored, when Bella walked up to the table. Alice called out something, but all I could do was stare at Bella. She had on a knee length fitted dress in a dark silvery color. Her hair was straight and smooth, and she must have gotten a haircut because I could see bangs partially covering one eye. She looked older and more sophisticated; I couldn't stop the rush of arousal that had my dick so hard I wanted to cry.
"Hey." She smiled at me.
"Hey. Wow."
"How are you?"
"I'm…good," I managed. "Wow. You look…amazing." She did, too. She was pretty casual most of the time, I'd seen her in jeans or yoga pants more often than in skirts or dresses, and I liked that she was so relaxed and comfortable. But this outfit was phenomenal. I blinked and pulled myself together. "Happy birthday by the way."
"Thanks." She slid into the booth next to me, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. She seemed slightly uncomfortable or something, so instead of the kiss I wanted to press to her lips, I brushed them across her cheek.
"Do you want a drink?"
"Sure. A martini sounds nice."
"Gin or vodka."
"Gin, with a twist of lemon."
I smiled, loving that she didn't drink like most college freshman.
I offered to let her try my dirty martini and watched her lips as she tasted it, then stole an olive and licked her fingers clean. Christ, she was going to kill me. Although she was still occasionally shy, there was something unashamed about the way she approached her sexuality. She didn't get self-conscious about enjoying herself and it was one of the things I liked most about her.
I ordered her drink and sat back, just watching her as she talked with her friends. She relaxed into me, her shoulder pressed right up against mine, although we had plenty of room at the table. Jasper tilted his head at me and gave me a raised eyebrow. I realized I had been staring at her, so I turned to Emmett and talked to him for a while. I tried to ignore his obnoxious date and her breathy voice. I couldn't help but compare it to Bella's voice. Hers was lower, sometimes a little husky, and she spoke very well. It was one of the things I had noticed early on. Although I wasn't a vocal major, I had taken plenty of vocal performance classes, and I idly wondered if Bella could sing. She'd have a great voice for it. I gently brushed my hand against her outer thigh, the fabric was so soft I wanted to stroke every inch of her in that dress. She didn't respond so I did it again a few moments later.
She turned to me. "What are you going to order?"
I hadn't even thought about food, I had been too wrapped up in her. "I'm not sure yet, maybe the Chicken Alfredo Fettuccine." It was the first thing that popped into my head. I had been to the restaurant before and vaguely remembered seeing it on the menu. She decided on the Chicken Marsala and I returned to touching her underneath the table, moving to the bare skin where her dress had ridden up. I ordered in a daze and made my way higher on her inner thigh, watching her gulp down her drink. Trying to distract both of us, I asked her about her day—listening intently while she told me about Alice's trip to the spa and going shopping for the dress.
"Remind me to thank her," I whispered in her ear. "You have no idea what it's doing to me."
"Don't I?" she purred and her hand came to rest directly on my painfully hard cock. I drew in a sharp breath.
"Was that your goal for the night? I asked.
"I believe the general plan-as described by Alice-was to make guys fall at my feet." She smiled at me.
"It's working."
"I hadn't noticed," she said, with a careless shrug. Most girls, I wouldn't have believed, but Bella was being honest.
"See the two guys at the bar there? In the suits?
She glanced surreptitiously over her shoulder at them. "Yeah."
"They've been staring at you since you got here." They had been, and although I couldn't blame them, they were annoying me. They were way too old for her. I sighed when I realized they were probably only a few years older than me. The age difference between us still threw me a little. Although with her turning nineteen, I felt slightly better about it.
"That will make Alice happy." She gently squeezed my cock and I forgot completely about the guys at the bar ogling her, and the age difference. I reciprocated by sliding my hand further up her thigh until I could feel the heat of her pussy, just an inch from my hand. We both suddenly seemed to realize that people at the table were watching us and she turned to talk to Emmett's date, who was apparently named Lacey. Ugh.
I smiled when Bella laughed at the girl's idiocy, amused to realize that we were both annoyed by her. We ate our dinner, and I was grateful to have a meal that didn't require a knife, because it meant it could keep my left hand on her inner thigh, while I twirled pasta with my right. Emmett seemed amused by our foreplay as I fed her cheesecake and she licked crumbs off the tip of my thumb.
We walked to the club from the restaurant, stopping to get a few group pictures along the way. I was inordinately pleased to have some of Bella and me on my phone, to add to the pictures of her in lingerie I jerked off to all too frequently. It was fairly early, and we got into the club easily. Bella made a beeline for the bar and gulped down several gin and tonics before I had even finished my first drink. By the time we got out on the dance floor, she was drunk and horny. Drunk, horny Bella was adorable, and incredibly arousing, but also kind of a handful. She was not at all shy about pressing her ass right into my throbbing cock. Shortly after everyone else made their way to the downstairs lounge she begged me to fuck her.
I smiled at her, wanting to tease her just a little bit more. I brushed a hand over her nipple and she responded by dragging her short nails down my back and stroking over my cock with a firm hand. She begged me again and it took all of my willpower to keep from dragging her off to the hotel right that second. She writhed against me and I slid my hand up her dress to moved her thong away from her pussy. She was drenched and I raised an eyebrow at her but she didn't respond. She looped an arm around my neck and continued to dance. She ground against my thigh, trapping my hand against her pussy, and I continued to stroke and tease her. She shuddered against me and I saw a guy behind her staring at us, his eyes wide as she came, moaning in my ear.
"Mine," I mouthed at him and he held up his hands to indicate he wasn't going to try anything. I moved my other hand to the back of her neck, tracing a line down her spine. Her knees buckled and her weight settled against my thigh. My grip tightened on the back of her neck to steady her. When her orgasm subsided, I slid my hand away from her pussy and grabbed her hand. I could feel her arousal coating our fingers and it sent a thrill through me. I led her toward the bar and she ordered another drink, trying to pretend like I hadn't just fingered her to orgasm in front of hundreds of people.
"Better?" I asked.
"You're such a tease," she muttered, sounding annoyed.
"But I'm not. You got to come."
"I'm still horny," she huffed.
"I know, it'll make it that much better later." I slowly dragged my lips along her collarbone and a strong shudder raced through her body. "Did you just come from my lips on your skin?" I asked, feeling smug at her reaction to my touch.
"Of course not."
She pulled away from me and went over to the empty couch nearby. I sat down beside her, running my hand up her thigh. She gulped down her drink and slammed it onto the table, before turning and straddling me. She kissed me, her tongue thrusting aggressively into my mouth, and I grabbed her ass and pulled her into my cock.
"Are you sure you don't want to fuck me?" she asked.
"I always want to fuck you. But not right here."
I was pretty much sober, and despite the lust clouding my judgment, I really didn't want to take her in some nasty club bathroom, and have her regret it in the morning. She stood up and begged me to leave, but I reminded her that it was her birthday and she looked guilty all of a sudden. I led her downstairs to find our friends in the lounge and we settled down at a table with them. She perched sideways on my lap and talked to her friends. I kind of zoned out except when she made some crack about liking being on top and riding me hard.
"Later," I promised her
"You better mean it," she threatened me.
"Trust me, you're going to scream my name later," I whispered in her ear. She swayed a little on my lap and I ordered her a glass of water. I idly watched the waitress hand her the glass, and Bella eye the girl's cleavage. I shifted under her, my erection painfully hard. Bella's bisexuality- or maybe just bi-curiousness, was intriguing. Watching her flirt with another woman had me so hard I couldn't think straight and I told her how hot it was when the waitress left.
She turned slightly pink as if she hadn't even been aware of what she was doing. She asked if I had checked the waitress out and I shrugged. I certainly had noticed her, but really, only in the context of Bella checking her out. I couldn't have told you what color hair she had or picked her out of a crowd.
I let her talk to her friends for a while, content to hold her and breathe her in. We each did another shot and she ground down against my cock when she leaned forward to grab it. I gulped my shot down, needing the rush of alcohol. We left shortly after, with Angela and Ben and after saying goodbye to them, I kissed her on the sidewalk, not caring where we were or who could see us.
She swayed in my arms, still tipsy, but marginally more sober than she had been earlier. I teased her that not fucking her in the club had been payback and she pouted, so I explained my real reasoning.
"You were trashed. I didn't want you to end up regretting something. I know you're pretty uninhibited about most things, but I wasn't sure how far that went. I didn't want you to wake up tomorrow and be upset that we'd fucked in some back corner of the club."
I pulled her closer and she sighed and relaxed against me. "Thank you. I don't think I'd regret it, but I appreciate the thought."
"However, if you ever wanted to sober…I'd be more than happy to try that out with you." I winked at her.
"So I just have to be coherent and alert for any public friskiness?"
"Yep."
"Good to know. But if you don't get me back to your place, and soon, I'm not going to be held responsible for the things I might do. Drunk or not."
"Duly noted." I told her about the hotel room, although I didn't tell her that the hotel was part of her birthday gift from me. I'd tell her in the morning. I found a cab and she drove me nuts the entire ride to the hotel. She played with my cock, nibbled at my lower lip, and dragged her tongue behind my ear. I gave up trying to get her to behave and we horrified a few people in the elevator. It was way too nice of a hotel to act like this in, but I was too far gone to care.
I threw her onto the bed once we were in the room and kissed her.
"Fuck, Bella, I need to be inside of you, you've been driving me crazy all night." I shoved her dress up and ripped her thong off. I didn't even bother to take my pants off, just unzipped them, pulled my cock out, and stroking it a few times, which made her moan. I spread her legs and hooked them over my shoulders. I roughly plunged into her and she bit back a scream. I fucked her hard and in just moments, she clenched around me and cried out that she was coming. A few moments more, we were both crying out our pleasure and I collapsed on top of her. When I shifted, it occurred to me that I was still hard and I shook my head in bewilderment.
"Jesus, the things you do to me," I muttered and moved inside her again. She called out my name and I settled into an even rhythm, one less frantic than before. When she begged me to be on top I willingly complied. She unzipped her dress and I watched her hungrily. She stripped me, her fingers clumsy but eager and I helped her pull off my shirt. She straddled me and I held her hips steady as she slid over me. Her pussy was slippery and hot as it dragged against my sensitive cock and I groaned.
"You feel so fucking good."
"Do you want to be inside of me?"
"Yes." She dragged her nails down my chest and my eyes rolled back up in my head.
"How bad?" She circled her hips and I felt a shudder run through me at her taking charge.
"I've never wanted anything so fucking bad," I admitted, a little overwhelmed by the need I had for her. I reached up to tease her nipples and she shivered and leaned down to kiss me.
"Beg me," she whispered, sitting up again.
"Please, Bella. God, please I need to be inside you. Make me come." She guided me inside of her and I groaned with pleasure.
She fucked me hard, my hands tight on her hips to help guide her. When she began to come I flicked my fingers against her clit. She came apart over me, her head thrown back, her fingers digging into my stomach. She cried out and shuddered, triggering my orgasm and I came inside her with a loud groan. Her body milked mine and she collapsed on me, her ear against my heart. I gasped for air, dizzy from the intensity of my orgasm and wrapped my arms around her, burying my nose in her hair, drawing in the sweet, warm scent of her shampoo. She fell asleep on me and, although her weight grew heavier, I didn't let go or move her. When she shivered in her sleep and I realized I couldn't reach the blanket to cover her, I moved, waking her up.
I coaxed her into the shower and gave her a bottle of water to drink. She shivered and I turned up the heat in the room before slipping into the shower beside her. When we finished, I dried her off and combed out her hair. I got another bottle of water into her before I carried her into the bedroom; she was half-asleep before I even got her tucked under the covers. I turned out the lights and fell asleep with her in my arms.
In the morning I awoke to her muttering in her sleep. I smiled, amused at the nonsense that spewed from her sleeping brain. She woke up a short while later and I teased her about it. I was relaxed and content, enjoying the feel of her bare skin against mine, the way she curled around my body, and the way her fingers moved in little random patterns over my chest and stomach as we talked.
She accused me of spoiling her and my erection went from half-staff to full when she called me Mr. Cullen. I'd had this random little fantasy of her as a secretary for months now, and that just did me in. She teased me about it when I admitted it and I dragged her over to the desk and plunged into her. My eyes closed, the fantasy playing out in my mind so clearly despite the fact that the setting was all wrong. I muffled a groan against her back as I came, light-headed from the feel of her, and her willingness to indulge my stupid little desire. We collapsed onto the bed and she joked about doing it right for my birthday sometime. Apparently, she hadn't realized that Rosalie's graduation party had been the same day as my birthday, and she seemed amused by my comment that she had been the perfect birthday gift.
"You're sweet." She nuzzled against my chest and I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. Sweet? No. Just a horny bastard who was lucky to have found a beautiful girl who was willing to indulge me in every fantasy I had- and a few that were new. I'd enjoy her while I could, before she met someone else. Because I wasn't the guy who was going to sweep her off her feet and promise to make her happy… Was I?
Somehow, even with that thought in my head I fell asleep for several hours. When we woke up again, I told her about her birthday gift and that if she wanted me to leave, I would. She seemed baffled by the idea of me leaving and thanked me. We ordered breakfast and she dozed while we waited. I ran my fingers along the smooth skin of her back, feeling the tiny ridges of her spine, and thinking of how silly she was that she hated ordering food from room service. Ridiculous, but so Bella; a tiger in bed and too shy to call and ask for French toast.
We devoured the food when it arrived and I pounced on her before she'd even finished. Her eyes were bright and happy, and she tasted like maple syrup. I joked about not taking her to the museum but she threw a cute pout at me and I couldn't resist the look on her face. I got rid of her plate and threw myself at her, feeling lighthearted and silly for the first time in a long time. I tickled her and she squealed. I found myself laughing at her ridiculous noises. The playful mood shifted to something more intense when I took her nipple in my mouth.
"You have the perfect tits," I whispered, meaning it.
"Mmm, Edward," she sighed and I grew hard at the noise.
"They're not perfect," she protested. "Although, I'm glad you like them so much."
"I beg to differ; they're the perfect size and shape. And the color- pale and pink." I'd been with girls bigger and smaller, but right then at that moment, I couldn't picture any of them. All I could see was her.
"Just look at the way they respond to my touch." I traced around the nipple and it tightened immediately. "And I don't like them. I worship them."
I nearly lost it when she told me she felt like she was coming. I would give nearly anything to make it happen, to make her body respond to my touch that way. I licked, bit, and sucked at her, using my mouth, fingers, and tongue to make it happen. She buried her fingers in my hair and cried out. Before she had even begun to come down I ripped off the clothes I was wearing and thrust inside her. I gritted my teeth at the unexpected feel of her inner walls gripping my cock so hard I couldn't breathe.
"Fuck, so tight," I gasped. I kissed her deeply while I moved inside her and we both collapsed onto the bed after the intensity of our orgasms. I kissed her softly after and let my fingers slide through her messy curls.
After a hot shower we got dressed and took a cab to the museum. I didn't feel like driving my car, I was much happier to hold her instead as she watched the city go by with her head on my shoulder. She seemed happy at the museum; she took everything in with wide eyes and pointed out interesting facts about the artists. We held hands as we walked and her fingers felt good in mine. I surreptitiously watched her, noticing the way the curve of her ass looked in her painted on jeans, her legs amazingly long for someone of her height. She was wearing a black V-neck t-shirt that gave me a clear view down her cleavage, her hair was gathered up in a loose, low ponytail, and she had on little jewelry or makeup. She had been stunning the night before in a slinky dress but in jeans and sneakers, she still made me so hard I couldn't think straight.
I turned away from her, frowning at the display on the wall. She wasn't trying to, but she still drove me crazy with desire. What the hell was happening between us? This was nothing like what I'd had with Sophie, my first lover. She'd fucked me sixteen ways until Sunday and I'd enjoyed every moment of it. But Bella…Bella was something different. Something different than any of the girls who had come before her.
"You're going to be a wrinkly old man," she teased me, breaking me from my thoughts. "Every time you inspect something, you frown."
I laughed, grateful that she thought it was the art I was concentrating on, rather than her. "I'll be more distinguished…my grandfather looked great, even when he was almost eighty, and my dad doesn't even look close to his age. I look a lot like both of them, although I get my coloring from my mom."
She smiled at me. "Good to know."
"Will you still want me when I'm eighty five?" I joked, and then realized what a loaded question it was.
She laughed. "Probably, although I think we'll scandalize the nursing home." She stopped abruptly and we eyed each other uncomfortably. That was veering dangerously into a direction I was trying to avoid. I was nuts about Bella, but it didn't mean I was even contemplating anything more. At least I didn't think so. She was enough of a distraction now; I didn't have the time or the inclination to put into a relationship. Except, she wasn't going to want something like this forever. She was fine with it now - and I was lucky, but at some point she'd want something serious, if not with me, then with someone else.
I watched no fewer than three guys and a girl not so subtly eye her as we worked our way to the exit of the museum, and it occurred to me that what we had together was awfully tenuous. At any point she could decide she wanted someone else. Someone willing to put in the time and the effort a relationship took. Not that Bella was in any way demanding. I was usually the one who made plans with her. Dating wouldn't really be that different I guessed. With my head in a whirl of confusion we reached the exit and I tugged her over to the side of the building, pushing her gently up against the wall and kissing her. It was soft and tentative; my emotions too scattered and confused to do anything but reassure myself that at least for now, she was with me. She was embarrassed when a security officer politely asked us to leave and I squeezed her hand to reassure her.
She seemed tired when we got back to the hotel and she collapsed on the bed. I offered to let her take a nap but she declined and mentioned dinner. I felt like an ass, realizing that I hadn't offered her lunch, or figured out anything for dinner. Wanting to make it up to her, I brushed off her offer to go with me and ran her a bath in the huge marble tub. She settled in and I stared down at her for a moment. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes so huge and dark in the dim light of the candles I'd lit. Her hair was in a messy pile on top of her head and I could see the slope of her breast covered in a mound of bubbles. She accused me of spoiling her and I bit back the automatic comment that rose to my lips. Bella deserved to be spoiled and pampered. I told her instead that I enjoyed it, which was the truth. The littlest things gave her such unadulterated pleasure and it made me feel good when I saw her reaction to it.
I kissed her goodbye and left the room, stopping to talk to the concierge at the desk in the lobby. Instead of driving or taking a cab I walked a few blocks to the restaurant he had suggested. It was small, dark, and cozy, and I ordered our meals and took a seat in the lobby to wait for it. Instead of pulling out my phone and checking my email or playing some mindless game, I thought about Bella. I felt twisted up and confused, but not unhappy. In fact, this had been one of the best weekends I'd had in a long time. Bella was so easy to spend time with. Affectionate but not clingy, and relaxed about just about everything. It was frightening how much I enjoyed our time together. I must have had a smile on my face as I stared blankly across the room because after a little while I noticed the hostess doing her best to gain my attention. She was bent over the podium, running a pen along the edge of her lips, trying to pretend like she was studying the seating chart for the restaurant. I smirked a little at how obvious she was and how unaffected I was by it. She was pretty, tall with a build like Rosalie's, and her skin was the color of a latte, with wide brown eyes and dark, curly hair. She must have taken my smirk as an invitation because she dropped the pen onto the podium and sauntered over. She was wearing a black dress and heels and under other circumstances, I might have been very interested.
"Is there anything I can help you with while you wait?" she asked. I noticed that her name tag said Sarah.
I shook my head. "No, I'm fine, thank you, Sarah," I said politely.
"Do you need help finding anything in the city? You look like maybe you're a businessman in town for the night…"
I raised an eyebrow at her. Really? A businessman? I was wearing jeans and a green button down with the sleeves rolled up. Where had she gotten that impression?
"No, staying at a hotel nearby and I came by to grab dinner to take back to my room."
I winced, that had come out wrong, it was going to sound like I was hinting that she come back with me.
She smiled prettily. "It's so lonely sometimes at a hotel, isn't it?"
I smiled back. "Not at all, I'm picking food up for two. I have someone waiting for me when I get back. I left her in the bathtub while I ran out for dinner."
"Oh." She frowned. "Well, if you're ever in town again alone…" her voice trailed off and I shook my head at her audacity.
"She lives in Seattle; I just got the hotel room to celebrate her birthday."
She frowned in disappointment, but quickly replaced it with a polite, cool smile. "Well, enjoy your weekend with your girlfriend."
I nodded and didn't correct her. The food came a few minutes later and I made my way back to the hotel, setting the food down on the nightstand before I peeked in the bathroom at Bella. She was still in the bathtub, and I slipped inside to kiss her and take a seat on the edge of the tub.
She made a joke about moving in here and I told her it was fine as long as I did too, and then shook my head at the ridiculous train of thought that took me on. I offered her wine, and she agreed to a glass but joked that she couldn't handle more after her drinking from the night before. We teased each other for a few minutes and I helped her out of the tub and dried her off. She combed through her hair and I watched as she slipped into the robe Alice had packed her, eyeing the way the thin black cotton clung to her damp skin.
I frowned when she told me that in the past, she had fainted from not eating and I helped her over to the bed. She treated it cavalierly but I was worried that I had made her go too long without food. I felt better once she had eaten but she shrugged off my apologies that I hadn't thought to ask her what she wanted for dinner.
She seemed happy with the tortellini I'd ordered for her and she joked about us being hedonists. We had indulged ourselves in food and sex the last few times we'd been together, and I smirked and kissed her.
"You are the perfect woman," I said in amazement, meaning it. There was no one else I could picture fitting so well with. She was someone who truly seemed to revel in every little sensation: good food, nice wine, the feel of our skin together. She got the same enjoyment I did out of them. She agreed with me and I laughed at her obnoxious confidence. It seemed I was a bad influence on her.
We curled up in bed together and she promptly fell asleep with her head on my chest. I turned off the movie almost immediately and watched her sleep. I gently smoothed away the frown that wrinkled her forehead and the unhappy dream she seemed to be having melted away. She sighed my name and I kissed the top of her head before slowly reaching to turn out the light without disturbing her.
In the morning, I awoke before she did and watched her sleep again. It was kind of fascinating to me. Her face showed every emotion so clearly. When she finally woke up, she was surprised to find how late we had slept and she frowned at how fast the weekend had gone by, I felt the same way.
I offered to do it again but she shook her head. I ran a finger from the top of her forehead to the tip of her nose, she closed her eyes and smiled.
"The hotel is a little extravagant for every day."
"It was your birthday; I had to do something special."
She laughed at me. "Remember when we talked about not feeling obligated to do something…that goes for you, too."
"I didn't feel obligated, I just meant I really wanted to, and I couldn't imagine not doing something for you."
"Well, it was incredibly sweet. I feel kind of like a jerk though, I should at least pay for half."
"You don't understand the concept of a gift, do you?" I teased her.
"I just feel like you're always doing nice things for me, and I don't do anything for you."
"You feel like you don't do anything for me?" I said incredulously and she nodded, her eyes wide and worried looking.
"Bella…you have no idea how many things you do for me, aside from the phenomenal sex, although that certainly has been enjoyable. I have never felt so relaxed…being around you I don't worry so much. I can just enjoy you. In the past…" I paused, trying to put it into words she'd understand "…I had a tendency to pull into myself, to worry too much, and brood about things. Being around you has been…it's been unlike anything I've ever experienced before."
She reached up to touch my face softly. "I'm glad."
I pulled her to me, feeling a lump in my throat that I didn't really understand. We both dozed and I awoke to her sighing in her sleep, her hips making small little movements against mine. I softly kissed her shoulder and she murmured sleepily that I was stubbly. It had been almost two days since I'd bothered to shave and my hair grew in fast. I laughed and held her down so I could tease her with the feel of it against her skin. She squirmed away and I rolled over, pulling her on top of me.
"Not a fan of the stubble, huh?"
"Not when it's being used to drive me crazy." She dragged a hand along my cheekbone to feel the whiskers there.
I laughed. "Alright, I'll shave. Unless you'd rather I ditched the stubble for a mountain man beard."
"Ugh, no. I'm not a fan of beards."
"What about mustaches?"
"Nope, reminds me too much of Charlie."
"I take it that's a no on goatees as well."
"Ehh, it depends, some guys can pull it off. Johnny Depp looks hot with one."
"From what I understand most girls think he could put underpants on his head and he'd still be hot."
"Yeah, pretty much."
I shook my head and muttered, "Stupid pirate."
She laughed. "You're just jealous."
"Damn straight I am. I thought I was supposed to be the only recipient of your undying lust." I really kind of was, wondering if that was the kind of guy she usually went for. We didn't really look anything alike. I rolled my eyes at my stupid momentary insecurity. She was naked in my arms and he lived halfway around the world, and wasn't likely to show up in Seattle and sweep her off of her feet. Not to mention the fact that he was old enough to be her father.
"'Afraid not. The Johnny gets first dibs," she joked.
"Heartless wench."
"I do try."
I narrowed my eyes at her and kissed her. I reached up to touch her pussy and in moments, I'd brought her to orgasm, her mouth open against my shoulder as she panted and writhed on top of me. I gently moved her to her side and slid into her, rocking against her and kissing my way up and down her neck, my mouth memorizing the taste of her soft smooth skin until I was weak and shaking from the intensity of my own orgasm. Reluctantly, I got out of bed; we showered together before dressing, and checked out of the hotel. I picked up my car from the parking garage and stopped for coffee and Danish on the way home. She devoured the cream cheese Danish and unashamedly stole a bite of the apricot one I was eating. I smiled at how comfortable with me she seemed. When we pulled up to the dorms I put the car in park and kissed her. We kissed for a long time and I was hard and aching for her by the time she pulled back.
"I should go." She sighed. "I have a ton of homework."
"Yeah, I have a lot to do, too. But I'd rather stay here." It was true, I had a composition to finish and hours of practice I needed to do on a piece I was supposed to perform the following week.
She leaned over and kissed me. Despite the fact that I knew I should leave, I reached up to cup her breast and she groaned in my mouth before pulling away and resting her forehead against mine.
"I really need to go," she whispered, sounding as unmotivated as I felt.
"I know."
"Trust me; I want to invite you in."
"Then do it," I coaxed her, brushing my thumb across her nipple and felt it tighten against my finger.
"I won't get anything done."
You'll get me done, I thought and I chuckled, knowing she meant homework. "True."
I gave her a thorough kiss and lightly pinched her nipple. She moaned and squirmed in her seat. I grinned at her and forced myself to sit back in my seat.
"Thank you for this weekend. It was amazing. You have no idea how much I enjoyed it."
"I'm glad. I had a great time, too."
"You're too generous," she protested. "But I had such a great time I won't even complain."
"Good." I grinned at her and she opened the car door and grabbed her bag. I thought about walking her up to her room, but I knew if I went up there, I wouldn't leave.
"Thanks again, Edward." She gave me a brilliant, happy smile and I couldn't help but return it.
"Anytime."
I spent the ride back to Port Angeles thinking about her. I was so confused, I had no idea which way was up. But I was happy too, and despite the lingering worry that this was all going to blow up in my face, I decided to go with it and see what happened. I was probably setting myself up for a world of hurt, but things were too good with Bella to give up now.
-Did that give you a much clearer idea of what Edward was feeling for Bella at that point?
