Another short little Chapter, Im Kinda in love with this story, Big time Lemons to be expected for next Chap look out!
Thanks for the reviews, I am completely aware they are very OOC, but I feel theres a lot of underlying BxE hunger and love in here. Please continue to R/R I love your opinions!
Disclaimer: While I own the awkward situations I've put them in, SM still owns these characters not I.
It was the house.
Nestled in the lush forests of the Forks town lines, where nothingness boarders oblivion, laid the small-town cliché. Most scary stories told to the young and otherwise gullible children of Forks, centered on this run down sprawling house. On Halloween eve, or even a particularly foggy night lending to an eerie atmosphere, the stories changed each time to include untimely deaths or even axe murderers. Children were dared to enter it alone, older kids road their bikes through the lush forest off the highway just to throw stones through its once glorious windows.
As a child I had taken any lapsing moment in my vigil caretaking by neighborhood moms, doing the police chief a favor, to high tail it to this exact location. Peering through the cracked windows I would imagine the happiness this house had once held for its owners. I had even scaled a particularly rickety trellis just to get a glimpse at the vibrantly colored peeling wall paper of the bedrooms, imagining my future life blossoming in a grand home such as this one. The warm and homey scene had ended with a bang as I fell three stories, breaking both my arms. That the police chief couldn't keep tabs on a 12 year old seamed the ultimate embarrassment, and I spent that summer locked in my room let out only for meals like a caged animal. To make matters worse, I could no longer escape to the quiet shadows of the eerie house, knowing he'd find me every time I did.
Still seated in the car I audibly gasped, and must have seemed a drunken fool as I sat dumbfounded in the passengers seat, unmoving. I was no longer paying interested to the gorgeous man next to me even as he opened the door to pull me out, but rather, I sat taken aback by the restored beauty of my childhood mansion.
"Th-This is my house." I stated emphatically.
"I'm glad you think so, however I have a lot of cashed checks and a deed with my name on it, to say otherwise." Shaking out of my stupor I glared at him, picking this opportunity to have a witty personality seemed cruel. Actually looking him full on in the face for the first time, I caught his beautiful lips curling into a smirk, noticing my intent eyes he quickly regained his composure, returning his mouth to a hard line once again.
I went back to gaping at the house; its grand windows restored with rippling blown glass, original to its time, its wrapping porches were no longer missing railings and around the corner I could clearly see a new trellis had been put up where I had broken may fall with the last one.
"Come on Princess, you can sleep it off in my house." His words were dripping with disdain, which only continued to confuse me. What kind of golden boy brings back a pretty girl to his gorgeous mansion home, simply to let her 'sleep it off.' Still not budging from my perch at the passengers side seat he bent down, I thought at first he was finally going in for the kiss, instead he swiftly threw my torso over his shoulder and heaved the rest of me into a caveman carry. I squealed, not ready for the dizzying effect the movement had on my already shaky and intoxicated head.
Recovering quickly I regained composure, I don't squeal for just anyone. I decided to play with him, poking in search of his wit to return.
"Have a lot of practice carrying female bodies? Shall we head to the cellar or do you have a specific room set up for torture and murder?"
Letting his grip slip ever so slightly he coaxed another squeal to escape from my lips as I watched the ground grow closer. "I could just drop you on your head and end it out here, less clean up I think." A short laugh shook both our bodies as I was suddenly aware of his hands, one rested high on my leg and through my sheer black stockings I could feel the warmth emanating from his open palm. I grew quiet and for a moment as we climbed the stairs towards the great oak front doors, I thought I felt his hand rub intentionally at my thigh. As quickly as he had lifted me into the uneasy hold he dropped me, not on my head but rather on my ass, as I landed roughly onto a plush white couch.
While the outside of the house was restored to its former glory the inside was an entirely different story. A jumble of mismatched furniture was place through out the large living room, along with various construction tools and half finished projects. While parts of the flooring looked to be brand new, others were covered in lime green tarps, and still other sections were piled high with saw dust. The clutter made the almost massive room seam crowded, and I inwardly smiled as I felt I found a flaw in this other wise composed man.
"So…you did this? You restored…are restoring this house?" I asked as I pulled myself from the couch to further explore the room, hoping to get a sense for him. Why did I want to know him, understand him, read him like a beloved novel, poring over each page to capture its true meaning?
"Me and my brother, yes. So anyhow there are four bedrooms but only two are finished with beds, you can take mine; unless you want to be woken by one of your fathers…what did you call them?"
"Monkeys" I stated off handedly barely listening to him now, my bare backed facing him as I poked through the clutter of the room. To my amusement I had found stacks of cds and records piled amongst the clutter of a built in book case. While most objects on the shelves were coated in a fine blanked of sawdust the records were clean, obviously recently used and well cared for.
"Right, by one of your father's monkeys. You do realize policemen generally referred to as pigs?"
"Monkeys." I stated, "As in flying monkeys. As in my father; the wicked witch." I sighed at my explanation. Barely concentrating on my words as I flipped through the music, finding my selection with a smile I now turned to searching the large shelves for the actual record player. "Complete with a fetish for cross dressing in black dresses, coveting ruby red slippers, and a green boil or two on his crooked nose."
"How…clever." I heard the small smile in his voice and turned my head slightly, keeping my back to him and resting my chin for a moment on my still bare shoulder, I winked at him. Looking up I found the record player was on the third shelf, beyond the reach if my small arms. Never asking for help, I began leveraging my self on the back of the large white couch and tucking my chosen record under my arm, I place one foot on the bottom most shelf, hoisting my body up until my chin was level with the player.
"What are you crazy?! You're going to fall" He was at my side in seconds, his warm palms now pressed to my calves as he tried to spot me in my, inevitable fall.
"Certifiably, yes. Though, with the help of medication and intensive therapy we think I'm slowly being cured."
"Says who." He almost groaned as he was forced to place his hands further up my thighs to keep me from falling backwards, I leaned back slightly, resting my cheeks on his finger tips.
"Says the fourth doctor I've paid off in the last two or three years to tell my Father I'm ok." I had finally reached the record player and began to find my selection with the needle, "Don't get me wrong, its good for scripts if you need them, but not so great for family bonding when your Dad is constantly trying to get you committed. THERE!"
I hopped down easily from the shelves and before he could speak I placed one slender finger, adorned with chipping electric blue nail polish over his lips. "Shush."
The familiar orchestral notes filled the room and I let my eyes close. Already inches from me I felt him lean in closely although careful not to touch me, his hot breath grazing my ear as he spoke "You are continuously surprising, Debussy huh?"
"I'm a romantic what can I say?" And before I could open my eyes, he finally gave in. Clutching my waist with his callused hard working fingers, he drew me close to him. While I looked up into his eyes, awaiting a kiss that still seamed to allude me, he began to sway. Stepping back and forth deliberately, I soon realized we were dancing in a soft waltz-like movement.
Laying my head on his chest, unable to reach his shoulder I whispered just loud enough for him to hear "You're equally surprising." Then sighing deeply I felt myself slipping, crashing at the long end of a crazy night. Before I could nod off I whispered once more "I don't know your name." I hadn't cared earlier in the night, but some how I needed to know now.
"Edward, my name is Edward, Bella." Utterly confused as to how he knew my name I couldn't bring myself to utter another word, as the thick dark blanket of unconsciousness took over me.
There you have it, no worries the Lemons are a-comin....