Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns all.

Rated M for several reasons.

Chapter 52 Unchain the Colors

BPOV

He swayed me.

He dipped me.

He pressed our bodies together and he forced them apart.

Our legs crossed, caressed, and re-crossed.

Just as the teacher commanded, and when she wasn't looking his lips scalded my throat and any other bit of skin they could alight on without breaking decency laws.

And I'll freely admit I was a panting drooling mess when he lugged me, dazed and unsteady, out into the cold night air.

It didn't help when he pressed me up against the side of his car, denting the door panel, and pretty much ravaged me with my clothes on.

Then, ever the gentleman, he delivered me safely home.

...

The following day Breaking Dawn received a modestly pleasing sum of money from Jared Cameron to set up his new website.

Edward texted me back his congratulations and asked if I wanted to veg out with him after his shift on Friday and watch movies.

Of course I did.

...

"We're going out."

Yes!

"All of you?" I ask with a little frown, succeeding in hiding my joy from everyone but the empath, who is currently not going to be allowed to marry my daughter. "Where are you going?"

"You wouldn't be interested." Rose drawls disdainfully while Em nods in happy agreement.

"How do you know?" I press.

"Seriously, Mom." Freya huffs. "You're always reminding us how old you are, why the sudden interest in what we get up to now?"

"Fine." I sigh. "You go ahead and have fun, and don't worry about poor old Carlisle either, stuck at the hospital."

"We won't." Jasper assures me, hustling them all out the door.

I can hear their hysterical laughter as they run down the drive.

Families. Who'd have them . . . .

...

"We're alone." He observes as he hands me a pile of DVDs and a small bunch of daisies.

You're wearing scrubs.

"Freya and her acolytes."

"My favourite Goddess." He hums, hovering over me.

We're alone.

"I'll, um, put these, um, somewhere . . . ."

"Okay, I'll just pop in the shower and get changed."

"Okay . . . ." I whimper quietly as his scrub clad butt ascends the stairs.

...

Thriller. Not very thrilling when you're a vampire and the plot is so naked Charlie would have arrested it.

With our ability to multitask we talked about how much he's loving being a Doctor and how he's so enamoured of it he doesn't care that he'll never look old enough to be a fully qualified one like Carlisle.

Horror. Not terribly when you're a vampire. More of a comedy. We had a fairly intense discussion about what frightens people on celluloid depending on their culture and current real world fears. I learnt something, Edward is an aficionado of Japanese and Korean horror.

Romantic comedy.

Possibly not so funny for us.

We'd once had a long conversation about how effectively Romeo had destroyed his own happiness.

Awkward.

Feel good family drama.

Definitely felt good when he rolled me under him on the couch.

And when Edward Anthony Masen Cullen's hand finally made its way under my clothing and unencumbered onto my breast I went off like a fire cracker.

Embarrassing, but deeply gratifying.

...

The weekend consisted of what passes for family activities when you're vampires, and a lot of cold showers.

...

"Office day today." I inform the gang as they flit around getting ready. "I'll be in at ten. Better not be in anything like the state it in last week."

"Jesus, Mom."

"Yes Bells."

"No problem Bella."

"Whatever."

...

Shopping day.

Yes, we're settling in wonderfully, such a lovely town.

Yes, Edward and I are dating now.

Yes, Carlisle is still single, but he has just lost his wife, we possibly shouldn't popping round with fresh baked pies just yet. No, I have no idea what his favourite is funnily enough.

Ooh. Fresh mangos! How many can I have?

...

I can't believe how little I see Edward when we live in the same house and don't sleep.

Nor how much it's starting to bug me.

He almost consumed me in my youth and I seem to be all set to let him do it again.

I should be more scared, throw up some new barriers since he's punched holes in the last lot, but I just don't seem to be able to summon up the enthusiasm for it.

...

Thursday we manage to co-ordinate a family hunt and I realise how bad things have become.

Carlisle and I have always had an easy physical affection but I don't feel the compulsion to touch him that I've always felt around Edward.

Now I can touch Edward, even if it's just to brush my hand against his or lay it on his shoulder while we're talking, I find that I crave it all the time.

But I won't do that in front of Carlisle and its making me feel . . . . uncomfortable.

...

On Saturday we're all going clubbing, well everyone except Carlisle who has volunteered to take Edward's shift at the hospital.

I bet the nurses love that.

And I've no idea why I've agreed to it . . . .

...

"Really?"

"Really." Rose confirms

"It's tight." I object feebly.

"Yes it is and it looks fucking awesome on you."

"I'm . . . ."

"A vampire. Get over yourself."

"I look okay?"

"You do. Even I would."

"Alright, I probably didn't need to hear that, I'll just . . . ."

"You do that, I recommend some lazy curls and styling it to cover one eye."

"Um?"

"Fine. Let me know when you've washed it and I'll help."

"Thanks. Um . . . ."

She throws up her hands.

"Freya bought her own dress. Jazz hasn't seen it. I've no idea. She's your problem not mine. Any guy that pinches her ass is going to break his fingers, what more can a Mother ask for? Chill out."

...

"Whoa. Bells. No need to pull out all the Cullen stops when the Denalis aren't here."

"Emmett." Rose warns, jabbing him fruitlessly in the midriff.

Edward doesn't say a word but it looks like a squid just squirted black ink in his eyes.

Ha! Take that! You, gentleman you.

"Freya." I growl. "Part of your dress seems to be missing."

"Touché." She snarls back, grabbing Jasper's hand and dragging him outside.

"I love the parts that are missing on yours." Edward murmurs, placing his hand on one as we follow them out.

...

The club in Portland is already heaving by the time we arrive and for a moment I hesitate, the scents are over powering in the hot humid atmosphere and venom is pooling in my mouth.

I swallow in distaste, feeling for Freya as she does the same, it burns, the worst kind of acid reflux.

"It'll fade." Jasper assures us both. "Bizarrely clubs are some of the best places to go to get used to it. The scent is much more concentrated but its dark and confusing inside so it's much easier for one of us to help you without anyone realising there is anything supernatural going on."

Freya nods, keeping her eyes on his.

Edward's hand wraps securely round mine.

"He's right." He whispers in my ear. "Relax, I won't let you do anything you'll regret."

"Sweet." Rose drawls. "But can we move away from the entrance now, we're creating a bottleneck and humans are starting to bruise."

...

We go through the usual routine. Spot the free table, what do you want to drink, girls to the restroom to check their makeup.

We stand in front of the mirror pointlessly inspecting our perfect images, Freya and Rose already starting to move in time with the pounding music, me I just manage a sultry pout and a slight shrug. I had flirted briefly with the idea that vampirism might have turned me into a dancer, but sadly a few hours in front of my own mirror confirmed that no such miracle had occurred.

"Let's go have some fun." Rose declares when a suitable amount of time has elapsed.

She leads the way with Freya bounding gracefully after her and little old me bringing up the rear.

...

"What is it?" I ask as I slide into the booth next to Edward eyeing the lurid green drink with some trepidation.

"I've no idea." He confesses. "Em bought them, it's a good job you aren't a human any more, god knows what he considers to be an appropriate alcoholic beverage."

"Did you ever get drunk when you were a human?" I ask him, not really able to imagine it.

"Once that I recall." He chuckles, leaning in so I can hear him more easily over the din even though it isn't necessary. "My friends and I invaded my Father's study and raided his Bourbon while my parents were hosting a party downstairs."

"What happened?"

"My Mother found us and sent us back to the party but the damage was done. I was violently sick in the punch bowl and one of my friends fell through an open window and knocked himself out cold."

His fond smile fades.

"I thought the hangover the next day was going to end me, I'd never known pain like it, nor seen my Mother quite so angry."

It's on the tip of my tongue to ask if he misses her but I don't, becoming a vampire has given me a new perspective on those types of questions. I don't want to ever forget my family and friends and I think about them often but that's very different to wanting to talk about them. This is my life now.

It isn't long before Freya and Rose are agitating to dance, dragging their men onto the floor with them. Edward's toes are tapping and I can tell he'd love to join them, but he doesn't ask, seemingly content to people watch and gossip with me. A few times he tenses and frowns into the crowds but I don't read minds so I've no idea what he's unhappy about.

"Alright." He admits after about thirty minutes of increasingly tappy toes. "Please, come and dance with me."

"Okay."

Like I can say no to him.

...

I've never danced to music like this with Edward before and it's nothing like I was expecting, with the heavy bass of the music vibrating the dried out veins and sinews in my body even I can't fail to move to the beat. And if I completely relax and let his body guide me . . . . then . . . . wow . . . .

The humans, the scents, they fade into the background as Edward and I start a whole new dialogue, I even manage to forget that Jasper's hands are on Freya's ass, though they may have to be removed from his wrists for a month or two later . . . .

Edward's hands are only lightly on my body, nothing inappropriate, but they feel heavy and sensuous nevertheless, bunching the fabric of my dress slightly. His scent fills my nose and his dark intent eyes my vision.

I can almost believe that the heat of the club is slowly seeping into my impervious body.

My fingers are resting lightly on his hips and its all I can do to stop them from clenching as he leans down to brush his lips across mine, using the movement to bring our bodies together so my fingers are forced to dance across his lower back, afraid to zone in on his flexing ass.

There is something seriously wrong me with as his tongue glides out to stroke my lips, I'm in some sort of haze or fog . . . .

The kiss is about to deepen with my breathing when the beat changes and forces our faces apart.

His fingers have no issues as they dig a little into the top of my ass, ensuring that our lower bodies stay connected.

I don't even know what we're dancing to, it could be the 1812 Overture for all I care . . . . though it feels more like Ravel's Boléro. . . .

The music brings us closer together again and this time his hands travel up my body into my hair as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

I've always been a little jealous of the barely restrained passion some couples can show on the dance floor, if this is what they were feeling . . . . wow . . . .

I want him.

More than I usually do . . . .

I don't know if a female vampire is physically capable of sexually assaulting the male of the species but we're thrillingly, dangerously, close to finding out, audience or not . . . .

The music suggests that he release me and he does, reluctantly, but without his body to hold me up my knees aren't up to the task.

"Shall we watch for a while? " He asks, gathering me safely into his arms.

I nod, lost in a complete fog of lust.

Instead of sitting down again he moves us to the edge of the dance floor, leaning me against the railing, trapping me in place from behind with his arms and body.

Helping, but not helping . . . . it's so hot in here . . . .

...

Gradually the fog begins to clear and I become more aware of how rigid his body is against mine.

"You're tense." I whisper, leaning back to rest my head against his throat.

"People's thoughts." He sighs, breath wafting over my ear and sending a shiver down my spine.

"What are they thinking?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes. Pick one. Help me understand what it's like for you."

Silence.

And I think he isn't going to say anything but his arms tighten around me suddenly, sealing us together.

"You see the dark haired guy on the other side of the dance floor? The one with the black shirt who keeps glancing over here?"

"Yes."

"He's been watching you all night."

"I can't imagine why, I'm old enough to . . . ."

"Bella." He breathes. "Do you want to know or not?"

"I want to."

"He noticed you the moment we walked in. Only you. Despite the fact we've danced together and kissed in front of him I doubt he'd recognise me if I went over there and punched him on the nose."

I shiver. Edward's voice is low, hard, dark and as sexy as the breath that he's exhaling over my ear and neck as he speaks.

"He's imagined his tongue in your mouth Bella, your hands in his hair, on his body, grasping, stroking as you move together on the dance floor.

His hands on your hips, pulling you against him so he can grind into you, hear your gasp as you feel how hard he is, how big he is."

He rocks against me, the evidence of his own arousal pressed solidly into my back. Branding me with white hot heat . . . .

"He's thought about you kneeling before him, your hair obscuring your face, your full lips wrapped around his cock. How warm and wet your mouth will be as you suck him into the depths of your throat.

He wants to fuck you Bella. He's imagined peeling this dress from you luscious body, how hooded and dark your eyes will be as you look up at him, waiting for him to touch you, take you.

He wants you so badly he's hard and throbbing even as he sips his beer and looks around.

There's no one else here to hold his interest. His desire for you is almost an obsession already.

He looked again, did you see?"

I nod, mute and struggling to remain still, Edward's lips now nibbling lightly at the skin on the side of my neck.

"He believes you'll be hot and tight around him, your muscles gripping his cock as you ride him. He's even imagined what your throat will look like as you throw your head back with abandon, the ends of your hair brushing across his clenched thighs, how your breasts will feel as he rolls them in his hands, how hard your nipples will be between his fingers, his teeth, thrust against his tongue."

"Edward . . . ."

"I want to kill him Bella. Rip him limb from limb and shower you in his blood so that I can lick it from your skin."

"You wanted to know what it's like for me to read minds?" He growls darkly, rolling himself harder into me. "This is what it's like. I'm so angry right now . . . . and . . . . so aroused . . . ."

"Jesus Christ, Edward . . . ."

"He's only thinking what I'm thinking." He groans, mouth and tongue on my neck as he moves our bodies together to the sinfully slow beat of the new dance track. "Wanting what I want."

"Fuck . . . ."