A/N: Hello! Happy weekend! I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter!
So I kinda lied, in that this chapter does *not* jump a few months ahead; this actually starts on the same day as the last one….Whoops (:
I hope you enjoy it all the same!
Warning/BEWARE: there is an M-rated section in this chapter, followed immediately by discussion/description of menstruation! You know what to look out for!
Chapter 39: Worry to Passion
"I still don't understand why these two movies exist," Beau commented, "They seem so...un-Disney-like." Edythe looked up from where she was curled up against his side. They were in front of the TV in the living room, having a calm movie night as requested by Edythe to celebrate her birthday.
Her family was gracious enough to not force her to sit through her another birthday cake melody, as she and Beau had already filled up at the animal hospital. But they did have a modified dinner, by which Beau and Edythe ate on the sofa while the entire family surrounded them, simply talking and laughing. It was not an uncommon thing to do in the Cullen household, but the gesture, to Edythe, made it particularly special.
The family did oblige to not engage in gift giving, though Edythe did have to go through the substantial pile from the hospital; she was shocked to find how many owners had remembered and thought enough of her to get her gifts and cards, and she was touched. Of course, she hardly needed the monetary value of gift cards and trinkets, but the thoughts behind them meant more to her than anything else, especially for a former mind reader.
Beau did ignore her request, however; being it her first human birthday, as he argued as much. Edythe did not feel comfortable, knowing Beau was inclined to use his own money for gifts—despite his access to the Cullen funds, he still had a hard time giving in—but she was surprised to find he admitted he didn't spend anything on her gift. She was curious when she had unwrapped the leather-bound journal, taking in the worn, dog-eared edges and looking up at him questioningly.
Beau had simply smiled and told her it was 'for her eyes only' and to open it when she felt the desire. Of course, Eleanor had gone to make a joke of the harmless insinuation, but Archie had spoken something quickly to her, too fast for Edythe to hear, which caused Eleanor to pause and grin wider. Ever curious and aggravated, the smallest Cullen had tried to weasel information out of them, but they keep their mouths shut, just assuring her she would like it when she was able to read it, alone.
Edythe had acquiesced; part of her was still itching to go upstairs and satiate her curiosity, but she abstained, choosing instead to distract herself with a night of harmless children's shows. Beau had reminded her that those of their age were practically raised on Disney movies and, as such, she decided to take time to re-familiarize herself with the movies. They were going in the order of release date and tonight's agenda included Dumbo and Bambi.
Now, Edythe looked up to meet her mate's eyes with a hint of amusement.
"Did you ever look up when they came out?" she asked, to which he shook his head.
"They came out in '41 and '42, respectively," she informed him. "The world was not really in a Disney mood then."
"Huh," Beau said, "Makes sense. But then again, all the movies were just in one big pile when I was watching them. When you're that young, you could hardly tell the difference in what decade they were made, except maybe for the length."
"You weren't able to tell from how dark and gloomy they are?" The question came from Eleanor, who had appeared in the room, obviously privy to their conversation. Her ocher eyes were on Beau, curious with the hint of teasing, as was customary on her face.
"El, I wasn't even alive when the Berlin Wall fell. By the time I learned about World War II, I certainly was not relating the timeline to potentially scarring children films," Beau pointed out. The vampire looked horrified, her hand coming up to cover her heart.
"You're but a baby," she said with a low, fake emotional voice, "You have lived through so little." Beau rolled his eyes at her antics.
"Carine could say the same of you," he pointed out, indicating with his hand between his sister and the person in question, who had just walked into the room. Carine smiled wryly, having heard the line of the discussion from her office.
"He is right, Eleanor," she said, "The same statement applies; time, age, and experience of history is all subjective; people often forget that they all overlap."
"Yeah, like the fact none of us ever experienced the Revolution except through textbooks," Edythe said conversationally, "But Carine lived it, enough so that Alexander Hamilton tried courting her when he had the chance." Eleanor and Beau's eyes widened, swiveling from Edythe's face to Carine's, who look halfway embarrassed and disapproving.
"Edythe," she admonished, "You know better than to share passing thoughts."
"Sorry," she apologized, sounding chagrined as she glanced at Carine, "It slipped out without thinking; but I was just trying to prove a point." She turned to look at her sister. "If you want something to think on, I'm supposed to be younger than Beau now. Technically, I wasn't even supposed to be alive when 9-11 happened," she reminded her. Eleanor's eyes widened as she did the quick mental math, then shook her head as if to clear it.
"Who would have thought that my baby sister would eventually, in fact, become my baby sister?" she mused, reaching over to tweak Edythe on the nose. Edythe instinctively smacked at her hand, but Eleanor was faster, far out of the reach before Edythe could finish lifting her hand. She laughed boisterously.
"I've still lived longer than you, El. Don't forget that," Edythe said, with a slightly disgruntled pout. Carine chuckled as she leaned on the back of the couch behind the two humans, reaching down to brush a piece of hair back into Edythe's bun that are strayed across her forehead. Edythe smiled and pressed her cheek into her mother's hand affectionately, resulting in a fond smile of Carine's own coming across the matriarch's face. The four of them watched the movie for a moment, unsurprised as the chaotic and impassioned orchestra music sounded as Bambi ran at full-speed from the meadow, finally stopping when he reached the thicket, only to realize his mother was not behind him.
"I get it," Beau interjected, "I get the tone, and I know the whole movie isn't like this, like most of Dumbo, but why did parents think this was a good movie to show their kids? I was traumatized after watching it the first time. Same with that 'elephants on parade' scene."
"Most children were," Carine answered, "Even now, it has its effects; but I believe the point of it is was to bring forth the idea of evil that was not in the form of a witch or magic spell. That it could—and does—take on the form of something that is very real and 'normal'. The Nazis were a clear rendition of that. But many people believed it to be too much for their children, which is why it was banned in several countries and highly controversial."
"This scene and Mufasa's death from the Lion King were single-handedly the cause of more psychological harm than people may believe," Edythe commented, "It came up in the minds of young children and teenagers fairly often. They would use it as a comparison or coping mechanism." She looked over at her sister.
"Which brings up a slightly different point; I would like to ask now for you to refrain from going into hunting stories with our future children until they are old enough to understand," she said casually. Eleanor was surprised, raising an eyebrow.
"Thought that far ahead, have you?" she asked. Edythe stuck her tongue out, not bothering to respond verbally. Carine had glanced down, slightly surprised by the turn in direction of the conversation, but Beau did not even blink; Edythe and he had discussed this before.
"Edythe is right," Carine added regardless, her eyes going between her daughters, "It would be best to not expose that until they can understand why. Even adults have pause with the idea."
"Wouldn't exposing them to reality earlier be better in the long run?" Eleanor challenged, ignoring the glare from her human sister.
"Do you want to be the one to explain to your nieces and-slash-or nephews that you kill and eat Winnie the Pooh?" Beau asked, speaking before Carine or Edythe could respond; he had felt the tension build up in his mate's body, rankled by the comment. Eleanor smiled, though the teasing was not as prominent.
"I would tell them that Winnie the Pooh lives in the Hundred Acre Wood, where the animals there are peaceful and, thus, protected. I would tell them the bears I hunt are like that one in the Fox and the Hound," she responded without missing a beat. The three of them did not know how to respond, shocked by the genuine answer. The elder sibling shrugged.
"You're not the only ones who has thought ahead," she defended herself. There was another pause as they processed that, Carine smiling slightly as she turned back toward the screen where the two humans' attention had diverted. But Eleanor spoke once more.
"Is that what you've decided?" she asked, more serious now. "To not hide anything from them?" Edythe looked over at her sister once more, and Eleanor could see the serious line in her mouth. Edythe sighed quietly, shifting to sit up a little more before she answered.
"Yes, I believe so," she said, "It would be difficult to hide, and even if we could, we don't want to lie to our children. Especially not about that." She kept her eyes on her hands, intertwined with Beau's as she spoke, who squeezed back slightly. Though, of course, children were still several years away for them, the repercussions and considerations had been a consistent beating at the back of her head.
She felt Carine reach out to brush her fingers through her hair, and she glanced up to meet her gaze. It was gentle, as always, with a layer of another emotion that Edythe couldn't describe, but it resonated within her as a promise of comfort, and protection.
"We will respect whatever your decision is," Carine said quietly. Edythe inadvertently leaned into her hand that had moved to her cheek, working to brush through the tension lines that had formed there.
"I already know we're probably going to have to leave while I'm at school," she murmured, "But I want to come home afterward. I don't want…" Carine smiled, a little sadder now, and she moved her hand to the other side of Edythe's face. Her daughter leaned into her side as Carine pulled her closer, comforting.
"Of course, sweetheart," she assured her, "We'll always want you here." Edythe closed her eyes, forcing down the wave of emotion, the same dread and anxiety she felt every time that decision came to the forefront of her mind. But she found it was gone as suddenly as it appeared, and she smiled thankfully at Jessamine, who had come to join them.
"I understand her concerns, and I would like to agree with her," Jessamine said quietly to Carine, "But has she thought of the Volturi?"
"Sulpicia and the others are fair," Carine defended in the same low tone, "They have no reason to act against us, given the circumstances. I know your views of them, Jessamine, given your experience with them in the South, but they are not as tyrannic as you think. They do not wish harm, only to ensure our secret is kept."
"I can hear what you're saying, you know," Edythe said, eyes narrowing at them.
Carine and Jessamine glanced at her, slightly apologetic, before Carine's eyes slid to Jessamine once more.
"And even if you don't believe that," she continued, "I would not be inclined to believe they will discover this development until it is far later, and the problem—should they perceive it at all—will be self-resolved. We can ensure the children know the rules, just as Edythe and Beau do. No one knows of Edythe's change outside of the family, not even Tanvir's coven."
"Alison does," Jessamine reminded her. At the mention of the name, Carine had to momentarily focus to not tense, acutely aware of her fingers on her human daughter. Edythe felt the tension though, at the mention of the vampire that had started all of this in motion.
Carine knew that, ultimately, more good came out of Edythe's change than bad, but she would not forgive her former acquaintance for the pain—both physical and emotional—that Edythe had to suffer at Alison's hand. Despite it all, Carine knew, if she were come across her again, that she would be hard-pressed to not end her. Carine was a gentle person, but crossing her family, and causing her daughter such anguish—all for the purpose of targeting Carine—was not something she would stand. In her mind, she felt Alison was lucky the Cullens had not come across—let alone, pursued—her.
Edythe said nothing during Jessamine and Carine's discussion, just allowing herself to be comforted. She focused on the soothing motion of Carine's fingers against her face and hair. She admitted she was worried about the Volturi, the threat to Beau, her family, and her future family. But she trusted Carine's judgement, she who lived with them for decades. As she was constantly reminding herself, she should not worry on something that had not yet become an issue.
Alison—assuming she was still even alive—was another concern, but one easily remedied. Edythe had easily settled into the role of allowing her family to hover over her; though she thought she would eventually tire of their often overbearing protectiveness, any aggravation was immediately silenced as she remembered her first few months with Beau before her transformation. Her fear for his humanity was always at the back of her mind and, from her perspective, she had proven to have more supernatural enemies than Beau did. And, since she could no longer defend herself, she had fallen to relying on her family for that protection, which they were only too happy to provide.
Edythe snuggled closer to Beau's chest, which he tightened his arms around her. She focused her mind on flirtatious song between Flower and an unnamed female skunk on the TV screen, allowing her ears to filter out the continued quiet conversation behind her.
Edythe awoke in her bed early—for her—on Sunday morning; she could not remember how she had gotten there. As she thought though, she vaguely recalled Beau trying to rouse her from the couch and her trying to drown him out. He must have carried her to bed once she refused to move. She smiled to herself.
Edythe knew she was alone in bed, and a quick glance at the clock made it clear Beau would most likely be downstairs preparing breakfast with Earnest. She rolled on her side, debating on whether she should go down and help, or milk it and let him bring it up to her. The latter was their routine, though usually the first few minutes was coaxing her into consciousness enough to eat.
As Edythe moved, she noticed the book on her bedside, the journal Beau had given her. She remembered what he had told her, and the mysterious silence from her siblings the previous night. Her curiosity peaking, she grabbed the book and unwrapped the leather cord around it, folding it open to the first page.
There was a single quote, in clear handwriting that she recognized as Beau's:
If his destiny be strange, it is also sublime.
Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea
Edythe remembered the quote, having finished Beau's favorite book last fall when she had been practically bed-ridden after the car accident. She was confused though; why would he be writing Verne quotes for her? She flipped to the next page, where Preface was written in all capitals across the top of the page. The way it looked kind of cramped into the margin, she guessed the title had been added later. She glanced down to read the short passage underneath it.
I've never given much thought to dying—though I'd had reason enough in the last few months—but even if I had, I wouldn't have imagined it like this…
Edythe read to the end, and she felt her muscles getting tense; the word 'hunter' was staring back at her, and uneasiness washed through her. She didn't understand what Beau was getting at it; was it a story he had made up? She didn't want to think it was some cruel joke he and possibly Eleanor and Archie had contrived together to make, but she didn't understand where this was coming from. Tentatively, she turned to the next page. Another title in capitals greeted her, this one called 1. First Sight. Edythe glanced down to the first paragraph:
My mom drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. Though it was January everywhere else, it was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, and the sky was bright blue. I had on my favorite t-shirt—the Monty Python one with the swallows and the coconut that Mom got me two Christmases ago. It didn't quite fit anymore, but that didn't matter. I wouldn't be needing t-shirts again soon…
As Edythe's eyes moved down the page, they grew wide as she realized what the book was; breakfast forgotten, she propped herself up on her elbow, drinking in Beau's words.
The sound of someone descending the stairs was Beau's first indication. He looked up from where he was helping Earnest transfer some scrambled eggs and bacon to a plate to bring up to Edythe, but found the vampire's eyes pointing toward the front room and the stairs. Beau listened closer, realizing the tempo of feet against wood was much quicker than was customary, and he knew none of the Cullens made sounds when they moved that quickly.
He turned just in time to see Edythe run quickly into the room and practically jump into his arms. He caught her automatically as she pulled his face down to hers, her lips pressed tightly to his mouth. Confused but willing, he tightened his hold around her waist, deepening the kiss, momentarily forgetting her father's presence. A low chuckle broke them out of their momentary stupor, and Beau set Edythe down, though she was unwilling to unlock their lips.
"A little excited, are we?" Royal asked, surveying the two humans with a look crossed between annoyance and amusement. Edythe broke away from Beau long enough to see him as well as the rest of her siblings on the other side of the island, having just come in the back door from the lake.
They had just arrived home from a short hunting trip up to Niagara; apparently, there was an overpopulation of moose that needed attending to. Unlike smaller deer that were popular in this area, moose—though not as tasty as carnivores—were large enough to provide a significant amount of substantiation to the Cullen's diet.
Upon the discussion, Beau had casually asked why they had a preference for carnivores when humans were not truly exclusive carnivores. None of them had an answer to that question, though Carine did say he posed a good point, postulating the reason not necessarily with the animal's natural diet as much as hierarchy in the food chain, with humans being considered the top 'predators'.
Nevertheless, trips to the Canadian border were always a welcome change for the coven, and they took advantage when they could. And so they had last night, after Edythe had fallen asleep on the couch. But they were fairly amused as they watched their little sister nearly take Beau out with her enthusiasm, though they understood the reasoning behind it.
Edythe herself knew she was being sudden with her unanticipated exuberant display—which were Eleanor and Royal's area of expertise—but she had been unable to help herself. Now, she ignored her brothers and sisters, instead taking half a step back and looking up at her mate, who was thoroughly confused.
"I heard you," she said quietly, "You let me read your thoughts."
Understanding came to Beau's eyes, his mind catching up, and he grinned, leaning down to press his lips to hers once more, then again to her temple as he pulled her closer for a moment.
"Yes," he agreed, "At least, I did the best I could. I remember a decent amount."
"You remembered everything," Edythe assured him, "Thank you, for such a wonderful gift." She pressed her face into Beau's collarbone, leaning up to kiss him on the skin at the point where his jaw met his throat. Then she pulled back again.
"Is there more?" she asked, unbridled curiosity in her eyes. Beau laughed, as did her siblings.
"Yes, eventually," he answered, "But I have to finish the chapters before you can read them."
"How many are there?" Edythe asked, surprised and eager at the idea.
"I don't know yet; there will probably be a couple dozen, at least, if you want me to go into that kind of detail," he said with a shrug. Edythe nodded emphatically, her arms coming up around his neck.
"How long?" she asked.
"I don't know. I was thinking it would be a recurring birthday present," he said. Edythe made a noise of disgust and disbelief.
"You're going to make me wait a whole year?" she asked, feigning outrage.
"You'll need to wait until I have them done, and it may take that long," Beau told her, "It took me almost that long for that one chapter."
"I can't wait that long," Edythe complained, but Beau kissed the tip of her nose affectionately.
"You will survive," he promised her, "Just as you did all this time up until now." Edythe made an aggravated sound under her breath, her body almost bouncing as she balanced on her toes. Beau could sense her vexation and made to soothe her.
"If you rush me, I cannot make it as in-depth as you want," he reminded her, "They'll be better if you give me some time, Edythe. And we have time."
"Yes, but you know how nosy and irascible she can be," Royal said.
"Patience is a virtue, Edy," Archie said with a grin, which she had to fight not to stick her tongue out at him.
"Not one of mine," she grumbled, her lips curling into a pout. Beau leaned down and kissed it away, holding the kiss until he felt her relax. When he pulled back, she still looked unhappy, but resigned.
"Just keep it away from the others," he told her, "Your eyes only." "Why would any of us want to read your internal monologue?" Eleanor asked, as if offended by the idea. But Edythe couldn't help but grin.
"Because you're in it too," she told her. Eleanor's eyebrows lifted.
"Oh really, now?" she mused and the playfulness in her sister's eyes Edythe immediately distrusted. In a moment, Eleanor was gone, and Edythe knew where she was headed; knowing there was no hope in catching up to her, she didn't move.
"Dad," she said, her eyes going to Earnest, who couldn't help a bemused smile.
"Eleanor, do not touch that book," her father said, louder than was needed for Eleanor to hear. But Edythe did hear the faint exclamation from the floor above as her sister's plan was thwarted. Instead, she turned in Beau's arms to the food that awaited her, her stomach growling from being unsatiated for so long.
"Hey," Beau greeted Amanda when he accepted her call. His thoughts immediately turned concerned; it was Tuesday, and Edythe was working a full shift at the hospital. Normally, he would be with her, but he had to run an errand that involved sending some letters to his parents and picking up some groceries for Earnest for the barbecue he was planning tomorrow night.
The Cullen parents had vacated the house around midday, when Carine had arrived home from her shift, to go hunt. They were disinclined to want to leave Edythe and him at all, to the point Edythe was practically begging them to hunt. Only when they were sure all the others were present would they acquiesce, still abstaining from long trips to minimize how far they went. Beau knew they were extremely protective of their daughter especially, and he could hardly blame them, for all that had happened to her since she had re-gained her humanity.
Due to the warmer weather, Earnest had proposed the vampires try their hand at barbecuing. Even though Beau assured them they could get the same result with the oven in the kitchen, that didn't stop Archie ordering a brand new grill to put out on the spacious back deck. And so, Beau found himself grabbing a couple packages of hamburgers, hotdogs, and shish kabobs. He wondered idly how Edythe would take to them, but he was also aware her food habits were anything but picky.
He was just putting the meat in the freezer when Amanda had called.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, worried.
"Yes and no, depending on how you look at it," Amanda replied. Her tone was not panicked, but there was a discontent and amused undercurrent he didn't fully understand.
"Is Edythe okay? Do I need to come get her?"
"No, I'm sending her to you, in fact. She should be there in a few minutes."
"Why?" Beau asked uncertainly, glancing at the clock over the stove for the time.
"She's your girlfriend, so you get to deal with her," Amanda said matter-of-factly.
"Huh?" Beau had no idea what she could mean.
"She's yours, so you get to help her. I don't care how, just do it," she said, providing no more helpful information before saying her goodbyes. Beau obliged, thoroughly confused. He hoped he would get some kind of explanation when Edythe arrived. It took only a couple of minutes; he had finished unpacking groceries when Beau heard the back door open. He went to greet her, watching as she dropped her bag to bench and hung up her keys. The look on her face was frustrated, anxious.
"Hey," Beau greeted her, "Are you alright? Amanda called…" He didn't get to say any more as Edythe moved from the mud room to him swiftly, her hands coming to cup his face and her lips crushing to his. Surprised, he tried to pull away, but she just clung tighter to him, her actions almost desperate.
Thoroughly confused and worried, Beau was momentarily thankful as he looked up to see Archie standing in the entrance from the living room into the kitchen, watching Edythe's arduous display with mild amusement. Beau tried to greet him, but was hardly allowed a word in edgewise as Edythe gripped the hem of his T-shirt, pulling his front against hers.
"Everyone will be out for a while," Archie said casually, "So take your time and get it all out."
"Aren't you gone yet?" Edythe muttered under her breath against Beau's skin, glancing back to glare at her brother. Archie snorted then moved toward the back door, wishing Beau luck. As he disappeared and they were alone, Edythe pressed against Beau fully, her mouth against his. He responded in kind, still thrown by her sudden fervor. After another moment, with Edythe practically crawling all over him, he gradually caught up, piecing together Amanda's call and Archie's comments. He fought a chuckle at Edythe's eagerness, driven by her hormones. She groaned in aggravation, jerking on his belt loops.
If you have an issue with lemons and/or menstruation, this is the end of the chapter for you. If not, keep reading...
"All right, all right," Beau laughed. He reached down and lifted Edythe up into his arms, their fronts pressed together and her legs wrapped around his waist. He supported underneath her as he carried her upstairs, all the while their tongues fighting for dominance, their lips interlocked.
When they arrived in their room, Beau pulled himself back on the bed. Edythe pulled her shirt over her head and Beau copied her, removing their clothing until both of them were nude. Beau leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth while she sucked on the indentation below his throat. At the same time, his hand traveled south, flicking against her nub and causing her folds to drip profusely. Obviously, she had been anxious for a while, from how wet she was.
Beau shifted them sideways, turning Edythe so she lay half on her side. She hitched her leg back, exposing herself, inviting him in. Beau eased himself inside her, and she moaned contentedly as he began to pump in and out of her. He pressed one of her legs flat against the sheet, spreading her hips, but his eyes were on her face, amused.
"You know, some may say you've become a sex addict," he said, leaning forward to kiss her nose playfully. Edythe clicked her tongue impatiently at him, trying to glare at him, though not very successfully as the tip of his cock brushed against her G-spot.
"I cannot help my hormones," she defended herself. "Just like you couldn't, if I recall correctly. It was a constant battle to keep you from becoming too overzealous."
"True," he agreed, "But, neither of us mind in the least, I'm sure." He leaned down to press his lips to her, and Edythe giggled before letting her head fall back. She closed her eyes as she focused on the feeling of Beau sliding easily out of her folds, just to fill her back up again.
"Hmmm," she hummed happily and Beau smiled, easing down besides her. He lay on his side, supporting himself with one hand, wrapping an arm over her and pulling her close as he readjusted, his thrusts never stopping. His hands wandered across her stomach and down her legs subconsciously and she reached up to do the same, her hands traveling across his chest and up his throat, pausing to kiss him sweetly in between her small, heavy breaths in response to their lovemaking.
Her leg was wrapped over his hip, and his fingers moved down to massage her clit. Edythe moaned, pressing into him, her internal walls clenching around him, causing Beau to groan in response. His thrusts sped up, lengthening and becoming more insistent. Edythe held onto his bicep as they moved in time with their lust, eventually reaching their climaxes.
"Feeling better?" Beau asked after they had come down from their highs. Edythe grinned mischievously at him.
"Not even close," she responded, reaching down to pull the condom off Beau's length. She tossed it in the nearby trash bin before crawling on top of him to take his cock in her mouth. Beau sucked in a breath, surprised by her forwardness, taking a moment to try to reorient as her tongue ran over the sensitive skin. Though his mind seemed to swirl from the sensation, he was aware enough to pull the rest of her body on top of him, his own mouth finding her swollen lips. He felt and heard Edythe's own gasp as his tongue played around her already aching sex, the titillations causing her to more emphatically suck on Beau's cock. It didn't take long for her mouth to filled with his seed and she licked at the tip, swallowing. In the same moment, she felt as Beau licked the length of her lips and she whimpered in need again.
Beau knew what she wanted and he sat up, readjusting her onto his lap; he teased her open, his length following as he filled her to the hilt. Edythe exhaled heavily at the feeling, her legs planted on either side of his, opening herself up as he began to move once more.
"No protection?" she asked quietly, though she couldn't find it in herself to care as she felt Beau's length brush against her walls, with no latex separating them.
"Archie said it would be fine this one time," Beau murmured without breaking the rhythm.
"Oooohhhh," was all she said, lost in the feeling as Beau's hot cock pressed into her. The vibration reverberated between her legs, causing a sweeping sensation through Beau's groin.
"You're so warm," Beau said with a grunt and Edythe smiled to herself, leaning backward into his chest as he thrusted into her.
"I love how you feel inside me," she whimpered as she pressed her hips into him. As a result, his cock pressed further into her and she thought she would split in two as she felt it dilate, pushing against her walls as he released inside her. As Edythe followed him, Beau reached over her to tease her lips, pressed his thumb to Edythe's sensitive clit. Her already trembling body bucked in surprise, shocked by the intense feeling.
"Oh, Beau," she whimpered, one hand clamping on his arm as she held on. "Don't stop."
Beau smiled to himself as Edythe trembled in his lap, her orgasm multiplying in vigor as her sex was tantalized, full with Beau's length and cum, and teased by his fingers. He kept an arm around her, holding her steady as she came down, breathing heavily. When he finally pulled away, he spoke quietly in her ear.
"Amanda told me there's nothing like an orgasm to relieve cramps," he murmured. Edythe couldn't help but laugh breathlessly, her body still shaken from the experience. She turned in his lap, pausing to rejoin Beau to her aching center, settling in his lap as his arms came to wrap around her. She laid her head on his shoulder as they both worked to even their breathing patterns.
Edythe's hormones had been raging relentlessly the past few days; her mood had been swinging from some derivative of agitation, distress, or elation and back again. But of those, the common mindset was the same: concupiscent. She was seemingly constantly on the edge of sexual desire, to the point Jessamine and Archie had to leave the house to avoid spreading it to everyone else in the house. That same day, neither Edythe or Beau left their bedroom until dinner. Normally, Beau would not object, but it was becoming so constant and unyielding that it had practically become a part of his girlfriend's personality, and he was starting to worry.
Amanda and Sky was quick to assuage him, telling him it was normal to feel random, overwhelming bouts of excessive lust. Even Carine, who Beau was disinclined to want to discuss Edythe's oversexed hormones with, tempered his concerns.
"She's still not used to these new emotions, and dealing with them," she told him two nights previous. "Even non-humans struggle to find the balance in the beginning. And, with her cycle hopefully trying to regulate, it is not surprising to me. She's fine; and, to be frank, you two are far less destructive than Eleanor and Royal." She said the last with a wry smile that made Beau nearly flush with embarrassment. Her words had pacified him though; knowing how worried Carine was about Edythe at all times, her reassurance was comforting.
The females that had mollified his fears simply told him to wait it out; Carine said that increased libido was a common precursor to menstruation, though not as common as cramps and cravings. Amanda and Sky were able to confirm, and that it often did not occur every month.
"You have a problem most guys would kill to have," Sky laughed, "Their girlfriend wanting to have sex with them twenty-four-seven."
Beau could see the irony in the situation, but it didn't stop his perplexity completely; to him, it just didn't seem…normal. But he had chosen to listen to Carine, relying on her insight and hopeful suggestion it may be a sign of Edythe's further recovery, as her cycle had still not restarted.
It had been three long months of getting Edythe to this state and it seemed everything was back to normal, or at least what normal should be. This, Edythe not having a cycle, was the only thing that remained, and it had begun to deeply upset her. She had tried to convince Carine to do fertility testing, but her mother was quick to calm her, reminding her that 'unnecessary' processes were the first to be suppressed by the body when under extreme, stressful circumstances. Edythe had not fought her decision, but knew she was going to insist on it if she did not see any progress soon, and Carine had agreed.
As Edythe shifted on his lap, her walls clenched around him, Beau found himself struggling to think all this through. So he didn't, just allowing himself to focus on only the girl in front of him, who wanted to make love to him so vehemently, and he couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man on the planet to have her.
Beau found he hadn't had to wait to get some answers for his prior musings.
That night, he awoke as he felt Edythe wrench herself from his arms, darting out of bed and slamming the bathroom door. He half-sat up, listening; when he heard nothing but the sound of water against the ceramic sink, he settled back down, accidentally drifting off to sleep on the assumption Edythe would rejoin him momentarily.
So he was surprised when he happened to regain consciousness what felt like not long after and found the bed still empty. He lifted his head, realizing that what had woken him were the quiet voices in the room. He stared around, unsure, his eyes finally adjusting, taking in the two figures standing next to the bathroom door. Beau recognized them as Jessamine and Eleanor, Jessamine with her hand on the door knob and Eleanor standing at her shoulder and behind, speaking quietly.
It took him longer than it should have for him to realize that they were talking to Edythe through the locked door, and his concern starting to rise. Eleanor noticed his consciousness and glanced back at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly, though still half out of it.
"She hasn't left the bathroom in two hours," Eleanor told him, "And we can smell blood."
Beau's eyes widened but Jessamine looked back at the two of them, making a motion with her hand to quiet them, turning her head back toward the door. She spoke once more, and seemed to get no reply. After another moment, Eleanor seemed to reach her limit; she moved from where she was standing and, within a moment, the door handle was popped off, the latch buckling under the force as she broke the lock.
Jessamine made a face but Eleanor didn't bother to acknowledge it, squeezing through the crack in the door. Her blonde sister paused then went to follow, making a motion at Beau to let him know they could handle it. Beau accepted that, knowing he wouldn't be able to help Edythe with this particular situation.
Edythe heard the pop of the latch and fought a cringe. It took less than a second before she could sense them kneeling next to her.
"Go away," she moaned in a low voice.
"Not a chance," Eleanor said firmly. She curled away from them, the sucking of air through her teeth not hiding her pain. Her fingers were bone-white where she gripped the edge of the tub.
"Edy," Jessamine murmured, her tone concerned. Edythe tried to shake her head, but her eyes burned and the pounding in her head just increased and she stopped.
"I'll be fine," she whispered weakly, "You don't need to see this." But, as she expected, her sisters ignored her. Eleanor's hands came under her elbows as Jessamine went to turn the water on.
"Can you stand?" El asked her as Jessamine adjusted the temperature before moving out of Edythe's eye line. Edythe shook her head.
"I'd rather not…I can barely move at all," she answered quietly. Eleanor seemed to accept that, and moved to help her shower.
Behind her, Jessamine cleaned the bathroom, leaving it spotless in less than two minutes. Meanwhile, just outside the door, Archie jolted Beau awake, making him get out of bed to change the sheets. The half-awake human obeyed immediately, listening when his best friend told him Edythe would be fine in the morning, and Jess and El had her.
"There's so much blood," Edythe murmured softly. "It won't stop."
"It looks worse than it is," Jessamine told her quietly, "You don't smell anemic. But Carine will most likely want to examine you when she gets home." Edythe nodded absently as she gingerly changed into the fresh set of clothing Eleanor offered her.
By the time she had made it back to bed, the sheets were warm once more, Beau opening his arms for her. She collapsed against the pillows, her body curling into a fetal position as she let her body succumb to thee exhaustion. She knew in a few hours, her mother would be waking her up, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
Though unused to this experience for how long she had gone without it, she couldn't help but feel relieved, knowing the damage had not been permanent and, hopefully, would stabilize in a couple of months. With that comforting thought, she allowed Beau to take her in his arms, despite her aching pelvis.
A/N: Obviously, the inserts from Life and Death are not my property. Neither is the Disney stuff.
I know these past couple of chapters may feel like…a series of one shots, almost? But I feel it's unrealistic to document and write every single waking moment, and is more appropriate to cover only the parts that more pertinent to thee plot. Please let see know if this causes an issue and I can see what I can do.
I figured Beau being 'OCD' as described in L&D, he wouldn't be like Bella and have illegible handwriting. Also, I didn't get this but it was mentioned on a blog somewhere a while back that Beau's clumsiness is (supposedly) actually due to his growth spurt. Considering this, I didn't feel it was necessary to make him clumsy, assuming he would learn to compensate as he grew out of it. But who knows ultimately? There's enough going on in this story (in my humble opinion) that I don't feel the need to add to it.
As far as the M-rated scenes…welp, I'm hoping if you got this far in the story that you're not perturbed by such subject matter that I include on occasion. This is a more mature series, regardless.
Anyway, the next chapter will almost certainly have a major time-jump, to several months from where this chapter ended. Until, I hoped you enjoy this; if you are so inclined, I would love to know what you thought in a review or PM :) Happy Sunday!