AN: August 12, 2010 prompt, another part to my little Cassanova channeling Geekward. Enjoy.
Penname: ericastwilight
Original or Derivative (fanfiction): fanfiction
Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): T—unbeat'd—Part III of Dreamt of You
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Prompt: Cheerleader
Edward spent Friday after his first fight with James, having dinner, watching a movie and the meteor shower with Bella. However, his father put a damper on what should've been an unforgettable evening of becoming acquainted with Bella's pliant form.
Edward had spent the rest of that evening, attempting to sleep but to no avail. Did his father really think he'd be able to sleep with Bella in the next room? Of course he didn't, so Edward was in for a shock when he heard Bella scream from outside his room.
He ran to her immediately, praying she hadn't hurt an inch of her luscious strawberries and cream skin. What he found in the hallway, however, mortified him. Bella was in very skimpy attire while his father was seemingly lying at her feet.
Carlisle was lying on a pillow with a look of utter shock. He had slept in the hallway to keep the two young lovers from frolicking under his roof. He hadn't really thought anything would happen; at most maybe his own son would try to sneak a peek of Bella sleeping. He never considered that the seemingly innocent looking girl would actually sneak out of the guestroom to get into Edward's room.
"Dad!" Edward cried out. "Can you please stop looking up Bella's skirt…skort whatever that thing is!"
Carlisle Cullen—blushed. Heaven help him, he clutched his eyes shut and scrambled up to his feet. "Do not utter a word of this to your mother, and I'll gladly overlook this—" he gestured wildly between his son and Bella "—liaison."
Bella and Edward watched in total silence as Carlisle attempted to walk downstairs with his eyes closed and his hand gesturing widely to feel where he was going. Once out of hearing range, Edward and Bella started laughing.
"Oh my, God," Bella gasped in between fits of giggles. "That was so embarrassing."
"He said liaison as if it was scandalous to meet in the night," Edward said with mock leer in Bella's direction. She laughed harder and since he was watching her, realized that laughing really did do the body good.
When Bella heard that Edward has stopped laughing she turned to meet his darkened gaze. She smiled timidly, fidgeting with the hem of her top.
"Were you r—really sn—sneaking out to s—see me?" he asked unable to control the sudden huskiness of his voice or his stuttering.
Bella bit her lip, which did crazy things to Edward's stomach and body, and nodded. He gulped harshly, almost swallowing his tongue as Bella approached him.
"I wanted to thank you for defending me," she whispered, trailing a finger along Edward's bare chest. In his haste to get to Bella when she screamed, he'd forgotten he was only in a pair of sleep pants.
"Y—you don't have—" Edward gulped and gasped "—t-to do that." He was seconds away from having an asthma attack, which was strange since he doesn't have asthma.
Bella smiled innocently. "I knew you'd say that, so how about a goodnight kiss?"
Edward smiled because he could definitely be willing to give her that. Taking her hand, he thought about what the smooth talking Edward from his dreams would do.
Slowly, he pressed a kiss on the tip of each fingers, enjoying the small shiver that ran through Bella. Her lovely lips parted, little pants escaping as he continued his form of torture. Bella licked her lips when Edward shifted her hand in his to apply a light nip at the inside of her wrist.
Bella whimpered. Edward rejoiced.
"Goodnight, Isabella," he murmured, looking up at her from under thick, long lashes.
Bella's breath whooshed out of her as she watched Edward step back. Where did he think he was going? "Edward," she whispered, tugging on his hand. "Um, that was really ho—I mean nice, but if you don't kiss me soon I'm going to combust."
Edward smirked! She swooned, her knees nearly buckling. Where had her sweet Edward learned how to make a girl knees weak? She cocked her head to one side and realized that it had to be a natural ability that possibly she coerced out of him.
She really liked that.
Very gently, Edward took her face in his hands and nibbled the corner of her mouth. Bella's answering moan had him feeling equally triumphant and horny. Stupid teenage body. If his sweet, sexy Bella brushed against him there even once, he was sure to cum. Leaning his lower body away from her, he took his time to taste her lips; his tongue swept the top bow, earning a little purr from Bella.
She felt a small rumble come from Edward's chest as his tongue met hers. He tasted of vanilla and mint and she moaned, reaching to run her fingers through his hair. This movement caused another desperate sound to escape him, and she realized that her top rose up slightly. Her bare stomach met the hard covered area of Edward's erection.
Then someone cleared their throat from the foot of the stairs. They jumped away from each other and wildly looked at who interrupted them.
Carlisle gave them a small wave and told them to get to bed—separately. With a small kiss on Bella's forehead, Edward retreated to his bathroom. It seemed he was going to put his father's new water boiler to the test.
Bella on the other hand, wondered if there were any upcoming events that would allows some alone time. She smiled when she realized that she had made it on the cheerleading squad and Edward played in the school's marching band.
Games never looked so promising.
The following morning, Edward waited downstairs for Bella. She had to be driven to Tammy's house for practice of some kind. When she finally appeared on the top landing of the stairs, he thought he was still asleep—dreaming.
Bella was in burgundy cheerleading outfit, trimmed in yellow, and the skirt's hem laid at mid-thigh. Esme, Edward's mother, patted his shoulder.
"But you tongue back in, dear, and come have breakfast."
