Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any characters. I'd like some undies with Edward's face on them, however.
Summary: AH/OOC/EPOV: Edward struggles to determine whether or not he should tell his best friend, Bella, that he's in love with her before they graduate, or whether he should just give up on her altogether. However, she has a plan that'll make things very difficult for Edward.
Previously: Bella and Edward make up after James attacks Bella.
A/N: I have absolutely no idea when college acceptance letters are delivered, so sorry if i'm way off.
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COMFORT
"Do you want to get out of here?" I suggest.
"I thought you'd never ask," Bella laughs. "Although, I think I should drive seeing as you seem quite happily buzzed. If I have permission, of course." I nod my head and smile, while Bella giggles. "Wow. You really must've missed me if you're trusting me with your car."
"You bet," I say, then open the drivers side door for her. Bella raises her eyebrows at my attempt at chivalry, but gets into the car nonethless.
"Thank you, Monsieur," Bella chuckles as she starts up the engine. I tell her we can go to my house, so she drives all the way over there, carefully, might I add. I'm glad to be away from James and that stupid party because all it does is remind me of this facade i've constructed for myself. At least Bella knows who I am deep down, even if she doesn't know my deepest, darkest secret.
"Lets never fight again," Bella vows as she walks into my bedroom and sits herself delicately down on the middle of my bed, her feet tucked up underneath her. I agree, then sit down beside her.
"Sorry, I know you probably don't want to talk about it...but why did you want to go on a date with James? I'm not mad, I'm honestly just curious."
"It...it's okay, i'll talk to you about it. It's just stupid, though. I thought maybe that he was a nice guy underneath and maybe he was just lonely and misunderstood...like someone else I know. I know that's a stupid excuse, but I can't keep clinging to you, E. You're the only one who sees the real me and I think i'm the only one who sees the real you, you know?"
I nod my head in agreeance and Bella continues, "You really are my best friend. You're the best person I know."
"We both know that isn't true. I've done a lot of shady things," I remind Bella.
"I don't care what you've done. At your core, you are a good person," Bella states and I can't agree, but I don't want to fight her on it so I decide to change the subject altogether.
"Excited to be going to Dartmouth?" I ask.
"Did you already get your acceptance letter?" Bella asks, then she looks concerned.
"No, but the Doctor tells me i'm a shoe-in. I think they'll be arriving sometime this week."
"Oh," Bella sighs, thens he looks down in her lap. I pull her chin up and ask her whats wrong, but she shrugs out of my hold and blows it off. "Just nervous. I'll tell you what I am excited about though? Graduation!" Oh trust her to bring this up. She must be extremely horny lately because with her I swear it's sex sex sex. Or maybe it's my own obsession that has lead me to think that.
"Oh?"
"Edward, you didn't think i'd forgotten?" Bella says softly.
"I didn't think you'd want to," I reply.
"Of course I want too. I'm dying to test the infamous Edward Cullen. Not to mention, no way in hell am I going to college a virgin," Bella states confidently.
"I'm hurt, you're just using me for sex," I gasp in mock horror.
"Never!" Bella chuckles. "Although after that night in my bedroom, I can see why a girl would. That was amazing. Speaking of which, I still haven't paid you back."
"You don't have – " I begin, but Bella silences me by placing her finger over my lips.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to."
"Bella – " I begin, but i'm cut off when she once again covers my mouth with her fingers.
"No more talking," she whispers seductively as she swings her legs over so she's resting on her knees in between my thighs. She runs her hands along my chest and then leans forward and lightly kisses along my neck, before unbuttoning the shirt and moving it across my shoulders so she can have access to my collarbone. She nips lightly at it, then moves her head up to my level. I'm not sure whether it's what she intended, but I lean forward to meet her lips with a kiss.
It's deep and passionate, most definitely not a kiss between friends, more like lovers. If she's even noticed this, Bella doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She knots her fingers in my hair and pulls her body tightly against mine so her hips are meeting mine. I'm sure she can feel how turned on I am, but I don't care. This is just too fucking good. She tastes like cherry and cinnamon and Bella. Almost as good as her lower lips.
"Edward," she moans, then she thrusts forward, rubbing her core against my erection which is straining against my too-tight-for-now jeans. "Mhm," she moans again as she continues to rub herself against me. "Someone is...well...happy at the moment," Bella chuckles and then she rises up from my body, so she snake her hand down to my cock and palm it through my jeans. I growl in frustration and jerk my hips up.
"Patience," she teases as she nips at my ear. "Good things come to those who wait."
I pull her face back to mine and kiss her again, snaking my tongue in between her lips. She sighs softly, then puts her hands back in my hair and presses her chest against mine. "You keep distracting me from my goal," she chuckles, then she moves her face away from me and kisses along my collarbone again while her little fingers work at unbuttoning my shirt.
She manages to undo all the buttons, then she runs her hands across my bare chest until she reaches my shoulders. She then pushes the shirt down my arms and I lean forward and toss the thing down onto the floor. Her hands go down to my jeans, but then she stops. "Hrm...we need to get comfortable, lord knows I can't be fucked getting on my knees down there," she says as she points to the floor. Oh. Oh.
She grabs my pillows and I lean forward while she fluffs them up from behind me so I can sit up, but then she stops and sits back up. "Edward Anthony Cullen!" She huffs. Oh shit, what have I done now? "I can't believe you have these," she growls, then she thrusts her white cotton panties in my face. Crap. I forgot I'd hidden them under there. I'm an idiot of epic proportion, fuck!
"Oh, shit, Bells," I stutter. "I'm sorry, they're from that night we....we'll I went down... I'm sorry."
"That doesn't explain why they're under your fucking PILLOW!" She growls, then she jumps up from my lap.
"I'm sorry...they just smell nice," I admit, then Bella slaps me.
"You're disgusting, wash these!" She retorts, then she gets up from the bed and walks across the room and throws the panties in my laundry hamper. I'll have to remember to get those out before Esme does the washing. Bella walks over to the door and places her hand on the handle.
"Hey, i'm sorry. Please don't leave. We're not going to fight anymore, remember?" I beg.
"I'm not leaving. I'm just making sure the door is locked," she says, then giggles cheekily while she saunters back over to the bed. "To be honest, it kind of turns me on that you've kept my panties. Tell me, what do you do with them?"
"I...umm.....I like to....smell them....when I....ohhh!" I groan as Bella runs her fingers up my bare chest.
"Yes?"
"When I....god!" She grounds herself against me, pressing her core against my groin. "Okay! When I beat off!" I sigh, exasperated. Bella chuckles, then lowers her hands to my jeans and fiddles with the buttons before undoing them in a few swift movements, for which I'm thankful. I lift my hips from the bed, then Bella shimmies my jeans down my legs, then rests her hands on my bare thighs.
"You're...happy," she notes as she gazes at my erection which is straining against my boxer briefs. "I don't think you are happy enough though. Not yet anyway." Bella chuckles, then she moves her hands up to rest on the band of the stupid underpants I happen to be wearing. Why the hell did I just not go commando?
"Bella," I groan. I feel like i'm going to explode if one of us doesn't do something, and soon.
"Okay, Eddie," she laughs, then she pulls the offensive boxer briefs down my legs, shimmying down with them. "Maybe I should keep these, you know, payback." She scrunches them up and shoves them down into the back pocket of her jeans, then she crawls up and perches herself in between my bare legs.
"Oh, my," she gasps as she casts her gaze over my now freed erection. "Wow. It's....well, pretty." I look at her confused. I wouldn't exactly call dick pretty. "No, honestly. It's a nice looking penis," she observes, then she reaches up in an innocent gesture to touch it. My body reacts and my hips rise and jerk up to her touch. Thinking i've scared Bella, I expect her to pull away, but she doesn't.
Bella gently takes my length in her hand and begins to lightly stroke me, then she shocks me by reaching down to her jeans and unbuttoning them. She snakes her hands down them and rubs gently for a few moments, before removing her hand. It's glistening with her juices and I have to fight the urge to lean forward and lick it all off. Bella rubs her hands together, then spits on them and returns them to my cock. Fuck me. Lubrication.
She continues to stroke me, then lowers her head and begins slowly to repeatedly lick me from scrotum to tip. She pulls me deeper into her mouth, then lightly licks across the tip and I feel like i'm going to loose it right now. Fuck. She's too good at this and we've only just started. One of her hands reaches down to cup my balls, whilst the other one holds me and grips at the base of my cock where her mouth can't reach.
Bella sucks me into her mouth deeper and I eagerly thrust up to meet her actions. She moves down to suck at my scrotum, then rises back up and licks across my tip. She builds up a rhythm and bobs her head up and down on my dick, taking me as far into her mouth as she can. Her hands fondle my balls, then occasionally rise up to stroke my shaft.
"Fuck," I groan out and Bella speeds up her movements. I can feel my climax coming on and I think Bella can too because she makes her movements harder and faster and then sucks me even deeeper. "Bella....fuck...." I groan again just as I feel my cum shoot out of my cock and straight into Bella's waiting mouth, who gulps it all back.
"Mhm....you taste so good," she moans, then she sits up and opens her eyes. She swallows all of it eagerly, whilst a drop of it drips down from her lips to her chin. She uses her finger to push it back to her lips and she licks it up before returning to my cock and sucking the remains from the tip. Once she's done, I pull her body back up so she's lying beside me. I lightly kiss her on her forehead, then wrap my arms around her. "Yummy," she giggles.
"That was....amazing...you're exquisite, my Bella," I purr.
"Mhm....Edward," she murmers. "Can I borrow some pyjamas?"
"Sure," I reply as I get up from the bed. I walk over to my dresser and pull out one of my t-shirts and a pair of boxers, then hand them to Bella who happily strips off her clothes without giving it a second thought, revealing a blue lacy thong and a practically transparent matching bra. She pulls on my boxers and then throws the shirt on and then unhooks her bra and pulling it through one of the sleeves. She jumps into my bed and curls back up under the covers. I quickly follow her lead and throw on some boxers, then get into my bed beside my love.
Bella curls up beside me and sighs, "goodnight," and then she's out like a light. I lie there next to her and decide I have to tell her. I can't drive a wedge between us, she needs to know. I want to do everything right by her though, clean up my shit. The perfect opportunity presents itself when I hear my father come in from work.
I carefully pull out from Bella's embrace and quietly walk over to my door, shutting it behind me, then head downstairs.
Carlisle is in the kitchen making himself a sandwich, still wearing his scrubs. He looks up at me, nods slightly, then returns to making his food.
"Hey dad," I say casually, whilst trying to figure out exactly what to say to him.
"Edward," he replies curtly, then he brushes past me to leave the kitchen.
"Wait," I call after him and he slowly turns and looks at me, an annoyed expression playing on his features. He also looks tired, but beneath all that, he still looks concerned for me, his son. Even though I betrayed him and cursed at him.
"I'm sorry," I begin. Carlisle turns towards me and evens the space between us, then places his sandwich down on the server, like he's going to hear me out. "I...I was out of line and it was completely disrespectful of me to swear at you. I had no right. I'm really sorry."
"Would you mind explaining your attitude to me, son? I don't appreciate foul language, especially from you, Edward. That is not how your mother and I raised you. I was only trying to help you."
"I know. I'm sorry. I was just being an idiot and I was drunk, so that didn't help," I mumble nervously. The truth is, as genuine and kind as my father is, he intimidates me. Probably because i'll never be him. I'm too selfish.
"That's another thing I don't agree with. I do not condone underage drinking by any means, but I allow it because I know you'll do it anyway. I just wish you wouldn't drink so much. It's terrible. You don't want to kill your liver, son. I'm a doctor, yet I can't even ensure my own son is healthy," Carlisle lectures. "Also, if you ever speak to me in that manner again, I can assure you I will take your car away. I will take your credit card away. For now, you're getting away with a warning because you were inebriated. I'm hoping you wouldn't ever speak that way to me whilst sober. "
"Yes, I understand. I'm sorry and I know there's no real excuse, my head is just messed up."
"You should talk things through, then. I know you wont talk to me, but what about your mother? Or your sister? If not, maybe you should seek professional help."
"Dad, I don't need professional help," I cut in. "It's just....welll....when you first fell in love with Mom, didn't that make you a little irrational?"
"I suppose so," Carlisle replies and I can tell he's softening up. "But what does love have to do with any of this?"
"I'm in love...with a girl..." I mumble awkwardly, looking at my feet, rather than my father.
"Bella, yes. So?"
"What do you mean 'Bella'?" I question. Just how much does the doctor pick up on?
"She's who you are in love with, yes? You finally realised what has been obvious to myself and your mother for a long time, although that doesn't explain your behaviour."
"It's frustrating. Being close to her, but not telling her how I feel," I admit.
"Well tell her," Carlisle states.
"She's my best friend – "
"She's also in love with you," Carlisle cuts in. "Don't argue with me, it's obvious she is. Just tell her. I didn't raise you to be a coward, either. Where is she now?"
"Upstairs..."
"Well? Go tell her. I'm going to have a shower," Carlisle says, then he walks out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Eh fuck, no time like the present. I bound over to the stairs, because I know if I don't do it fast, i'll convince myself it's a bad idea. I leap up the stairs, two at a time before coming to a stop right in front of my bedroom door.
I'm still standing there ten minutes later, when dad walks up and wordlessly opens the door for me. He gives me a pat on the back, before pushing the door open and then pushing me into the room. I turn back around, but am met with the door shutting in my face so I know I have to turn back to the bed. Bella is sprawled out across it, her hair fanned out around her head.
I gently sit down on the bed beside her and she stirs.
"Edward?" She calls, her voice thick with sleep.
"I'm here, love," I reply and a smile plays on her lips.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yes, it's fine. I just want...need....to talk to you about something important. Do you want me to wait until the morning when you're more coherent?"
"No, no. I'm coherent," Bella smiles at me and sits up beside me. "What is it?"
"I don't want you to freak out and I just want to know that you'll still be my best friend?"
"Of course," Bella says.
"Okay...here goes. Bella....I....."
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A/N: Cliffie! I'm sorry...I couldn't help myself. Okay for this chapter, I want more reviews that I got for last chapter. I don't get many reviews so that shouldn't be hard, but still, please? I want to know people actually care about my story or if it's just crap!