Chapter 9 – Vision
For a big dude, Emmett was just a big old softie. He completed Edward and Mari's leaflet drop without moaning any further on the subject. Secretly he knew he'd been caught by the 'short and curlies' and had little choice. Esme would freak if she knew he'd bunked off again and he really didn't want to lose his Jeep.
This left Mari and Edward home alone again.
"So, what do you wanna do today?" Edward asked as they snuggled on the sofa together.
"I don't know," Mari shrugged. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, there's naked Twister, or maybe poker?" Mari could feel his smile broaden as he buried his face in the dark tresses of her hair. She knew he cheated at Poker at chance he could get.
"No! With that urge of yours, you may well get into trouble." Mari played aimlessly with his long fingers as he pulled her closer to him into his strong arms.
"Nah! I'm positive I can control my urge. Although, I think you just may struggle." Edward let a small chuckle escape his lips.
"Is that so?" she smirked.
"Uh-huh," He murmured, untangling their fingers to move a spiral of brunette hair that covered her flawless, naked neck. Bending his head low, he placed three soft kisses between her shoulder and her chin.
Her eyes fluttered and then closed as she leaned her head away from him to elongate her neck, begging for a fourth kiss. She was completely and utterly enchanted under his spell.
A soft groan escaped her mouth as he obliged another kiss. For Edward, mind reading had its bonuses. He gave her exactly what she yearned for. Well, almost everything.
"You like that, huh?" He knew she did, judging by her reaction.
Breathlessly, she moaned his name, "Edward..." The stirrings inside her stomach knotted and she felt a desire from deep within. God, how she yearned to feel his soft skin against hers. Lifting her right hand, she pulled the back of his head to her so his mouth pushed more firmly to her neckline. He rewarded her with a few more, then opening his mouth, he grazed her pale translucent skin with his teeth. Fireworks popped behind her eyelids. Not able to stand any more, she moved around quickly and in a split second, she sat astride his lap, panting.
"Edward!" Underneath her seat, she felt another stir. This time it came from within his trousers.
"Fuck!" Edward suddenly grew aware that maybe he wasn't as controlled as he thought he was. His hands were suddenly on her ass and he pulled her in tighter to feel the friction against his ever-increasing bulge.
Holding each side of his face, Mari closed in, slotting her lips in between his. She loved how his lips cushioned hers. They were cold, but oh so soft. As a wild, animalistic need blazed through both of their eyes, the close proximity made their self-control damn near impossible. Naturally, they bent their heads away from one another, deepening the kiss. With open mouths, their tongues began to battle for freedom, crashing together like swords of the knights realm.
The friction between their bodies intensified. She grinded in Edward's lap and he encouraged her by thrusting his hips upwards while simultaneously pushing down her hips. Her arms encircled his head and as the passionate embrace broke, he planted tiny kisses around her jaw line. Mari's head fell back, which in turn automatically pushed her chest nearer to his face. Removing his right hand from her hip, he brushed away her long hair and cupped her left breast through her white lacy gypsy top. He dropped his lips to her smooth skin to devour the spot in her plunged neckline.
Unable to resist him, she molded herself to his touch and moaned. Shit, he felt good. Her ever-increasing wetness was all she could think about ;along with her increasing desire to rip off his clothes. She could feel he was equally aroused as she ground harder against his solid erection. His mouth buried deeper into the front of her shirt. Her scent drugged him and he was completely high on her fumes.
She released one arm and plunged a hand down in between them, fumbling for his zipper. As her hand touched his mound, he groaned aloud.
"Fuck! Oh Shit! I can't..." Edward reached for her hand and pulled it away. He was still able to somehow fight the temptation.
Ignoring his rejection, she allowed her hand to return. This time Mari cupped her hand over the bulge and began to rub him. She watched him as his eyes rolled and his head fell back against the head rest of the sofa. Taking full advantage she leaned forward and began kissing his neck. His skin smelt musky and sweet and she inhaled his scent. She grazed her teeth around his lobe and whispered sexily, "You like that, huh?"
He replied with a groan of wanton lust and suddenly pulled away.
"Shit! No! I…" Edward's eyes flew open and he froze. "Stop!"
"But baby, I thought you were enjoying it?" she asked in a low sigh as she continued nibbling his neck.
"Please Mari..." He pushed her arms back, breaking their contact.
"What? I'm did I do wrong?" She looked hurt and held her hands up in alarm.
"Nothing. You did nothing wrong. I just lost it a bit there." His eyes flickered down in embarrassment to his groin.
"You really are taking this 'sex before marriage' thing seriously, aren't you?" Mari sat upright again and let her hands fall defeated into her lap, taking care not to touch the mound that remained in his jeans.
"That was the closest I've been to losing control. You seriously are a bad influence on me." He smiled a boyish grin and Mari looked at him in wonder.
"I'm curious..." she pondered and slid off of him and onto her knees. The new position left her still facing the back to the sofa.
"What?" Edward physically relaxed as he regained his composure and she was a safer distance from him.
"What classifies as sex; in your eyes I mean?" she squinted through her eyes, questioning his beliefs.
"Well, any form of penetration or orgasmic release." he confirmed.
"Hmm,so the touching and kissing was okay?" she grinned.
"In theory, yes. But when the mind takes over from the body, leading it to another level, that's the problem."
"So you never ...you know, when your alone?" she tilted her head to the side questioningly.
"Err ... No!" His eyes darted into his lap, embarrassed. "Not before I'm contracted to marriage anyway, and truthfully, I haven't felt the need. My desires have always been met in a matramonious relationship."
Edward looked back at Mari's sparkling topaz eyes to gauge her reaction.
"Man! You must be frustrated." Mari chuckled but she was glad they could talk about this subject. It had crossed her mind a few times recently.
"I try not to let my mind wander that far. Although being around you is making that increasingly difficult." Edward lifted his right hand and brushed her left cheek.
"That makes two of us," she sighed.
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The flames cracked as Edward threw in another piece of splintered lounger. His time in the garden alone let him think about what he was going to do now that he knew he wanted Mari. But marriage? It all seemed too soon. He'd only just met her. He knew how he felt about her, and she obviously felt the same way, judging by the moment they had shared earlier.
However, his traditional values were set in stone. He wasn't sure he could he resist her for much longer. Her scent was getting too overpowering. Should he just take the plunge? He just didn't know.
Feeling her stare down at him, he turned to see her standing at her window. She smiled down sweetly, admiring him from above.
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Watching Edward from her window, she smiled when he'd turned. Mari's mind was asking the same questions.
She didn't want to seem pushy, but she really needed to feel his skin against hers again. She yearned to have him fill her entirely, in every sense of the word. She touched her lips, feeling the passion still present on their surface.
On the flip side, she knew it couldn't happen until he was ready. She had considered asking him to marry her. But with his traditional beliefs she sincerely doubted he would accept anyway. Was he ever going to be ready? Their union earlier that day led her to believe he would be. So why was he holding back?
Was it her presence? Her constant scent, confusing matters? Why wasn't she being patient? She promised him she would be.
Why had he been born in the traditional era? This was the part that frustrated her most. If he'd had been born in to a more recent era, his beliefs wouldn't be holding him back. Modern lifestyles were so much more relaxed. But again, his lifestyle made him, him.
The way he used his words in conversation, the way he always dressed very smart, the way he did unto others as he expected of himself-is whole aura reeked of a true gentleman.
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Standing back and returning his stare into the burning flames, Edwards mind floated to memories of years ago…
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Of getting to know Bella in biology class:
"So, you like the rain?" he asked with a slight smirk.
"You're asking me about the weather?" she rolled her eyes at his sarcasm.
"Erm, yes. I guess I am."
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Saying goodbye in the forest, telling her she would never see him again:
"We're moving out of Forks." His eyes looked solemn and sad.
"What? Why?" Bella questioned him and looked confused.
"Carlisle is supposed to be 10 years older than he looks, people are starting to noticed," he lied.
"Well, I'll have to figure out what to tell Charlie ... Wait, when you say 'we'?" She knew exactly what he was about to say before he'd even uttered the words.
"I mean my family and myself."
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His sorrow as he heard Jacob tell him Charlie was arranging a funeral and he was sure it was his Bella:
"Jacob? Is that you? Where's Charlie? I need to speak to Charlie!" The urgency flooded in his voice.
"He's not here right now. He's arranging a funeral!" So cold.
The phone clicked to a deadened silence. So fucking freezing.
"Bella!" Edward cried before his anger rose up deep from within, forcing him to crush his mobile in his hand.
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His desire to die and asking the Volturi to put him out of his misery:
"I'm so sorry my dear Edward. We cannot dispose of such a treasured gift. But feel free to join us!" Aro's haunted calm voice angered him more.
"You know it will happen anyway," he'd spat in return before turning and strutting out.
"Such a waste! His talent could have been very useful to us," Aro sighed.
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His anger as he felt Jacob's thoughts as he had kissed her mouth:
"Give me one good reason Bella!" Jacob boomed.
Edward heard him beg her, to stop him from killing something in anger.
Whatever she had said, it hadn't been enough.
"That's not good enough!" he had snarled back.
Then he felt Jacob's demeanor change to warmth very quickly.
Suddenly he saw Jacob in a passionate kiss, his arms wrapped tight around her. He saw Jacob's visions of Bella's naked body. Edward was seething. He remembered shaking his head praying the vision to leave. He didn't want to see Jacob slobbering over his fiancée. This only meant one thing: Bella had kissed Jacob.
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A snapping twig brought Edward back to the present.
Turning his head towards where the sound came from, his mouth fell open as he saw her emerge from the trees. Just as if she was as real as he was, she walked slowly towards him. She was still a vision of overpowering beauty. Still clothed in the figure hugging, royal blue dress outfitted by Alice, Bella approached him with bare feet. It was as if the day she became a reborn was happening over again. She advanced towards him, speaking slowly. Barefooted and dressed in the royal blue figure hugging dress Alice had put on her when she was slowly becoming reborn. She spoke slowly as she advanced.
"Don't do this Edward." Adrenaline coursed through his body as she spoke.
"You don't have to do this." His eyes firmly stuck on hers as she moved closer.
"It lasted as it should have, but you have Mari now." As small pang of guilt washed over him as Bella uttered Mari's name, making him glance up at her window. Mari wasn't watching. She wasn't at her window anymore. Whipping his head back to Bella, he gasped as she appeared almost virtually at his side.
"Renesmee is my gift to you both." He swallowed hard at her close distance. If he reached out, he would touch her.
"I will always be here, but you have to let me die before you can live!"
"I want to," he replied. Was he crazy? He felt like a fool speaking out loud at his obvious animated mind.
"Then live! I want you to live and be happy Edward." Had she actually answered him?
"She loves you Edward. Please be happy."
"But I love you Bella!" Edward called out as she walked towards the flames.
"You did love me Edward. Now it's time to love Mari."
"Goodbye Bella!" He swallowed hard again and blinked away a tear.
"Goodbye Edward." Bella smiled, leaving her blessings and turned, walking into the blazing flames. That's where vampires truly die-going up in flames.
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Mari sat in her chair, facing away from her window. She was unaware of Edward and his illusions below, too busy deliberating how things were going to change. She argued each point by herself in her mind, and it all came full circle, back to the same point. That point was that she was only confusing him more by being there. He needed more time. She needed to go.
Something made her stand, to take one more look at him. She knew she couldn't tell him she was going. He would use his charm to talk her out of it.
As if he knew, Edward turned to Mari and looked up to see her at her window. She placed a hand upon the glass and let a tear trickle down her face. A lone tear, just like the one that had ran down Edward's earlier. She broke the gaze and twisted on her heels, unable to see him anymore. Quickly, she raced to Alice's closet, finding a large hold-all so she could stuff her belongings into the bag. There was no time for neatness and she threw clothes in with no hesitation. She had to go, and fast.
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His mind clouded by Bella's appearance, Edward didn't hear Mari's loud thoughts. If he had, he would've stopped her from packing that bag and leaving him.
As the flames finally died, he noticed the evening was rolling in; he'd been out here for hours. Silently turning, he ascended the decked steps and went inside.
He wanted to talk about it to Mari, but didn't quite know what to say. She would think he was a lunatic. He went upstairs, deliberating as he walked.
Reaching her door, he lifted a fist to knock. Suddenly, deciding against telling her, he dropped his arm to his side and continued his path to his own room, his haven.
Shame.
For if he had indeed knocked and entered, he would find her belongings missing and a note.
Mari was gone.
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A/N: Dun dun duuuun! Sorry for the cliffy. I thought I'd keep you all on your toes!
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