Seduction pt.1
As Told By Edward Cullen
"Is it weird?" Bella's voice came softly from ahead of me. She had been so quiet and deep in thought that the sound almost frightened me.
"Is what weird?" I asked her, wishing she would turn around so I could see those wonderfully expressive eyes of hers. I always wanted to know what she was thinking, and those chocolate orbs were the only things that ever gave me a hint.
"That I feel like I know you better after two days than I knew Mike after four years? Is it weird?" she turned around to look at me, and she looked so incredibly vulnerable, that I had to touch her. I reached out and cupped her face in my hands. Her skin was incredibly soft, like velvet, and it took all my strength not to close my eyes in appreciation of the feeling under my fingertips. I slowly moved my head towards hers and rested my forehead on hers.
"I don't think it's weird," I told her softly. "I feel the same way."
And I loved that she felt it too.
"It's different for you, though," her voice was as soft as mine. "You… well… you've wanted me for four years. I've…" she trailed off, and her eyes searched mine, uncertainly.
I managed to suppress the wince that wanted to come with her words, but just barely. It had been miserable, admiring her from afar and knowing that she would never feel the same way.
Yet here she stood, claiming that I knew her better than her boyfriend of four years. The thought brought a swelling of my chest, and I probably have preened had I been a peacock. Still, I knew my smile was self deprecating when I replied.
"Only been truly aware of my existence for two days? Maybe Mike just wasn't right for you. Have you ever considered that?"
I had countless times over the years. He was a jerk, and just thinking of them together made me angry. I had to pull away from her turn towards the beds so I could pull my emotions back into check.
"Every day for the past four years," I heard her say and I looked towards her, my eyebrows raised. She was scowling, but her eyes told me she was being completely honest. "That's how often I've contemplated whether or not Mike was right for me. He was cute, and I could admire his looks, but I can admire the looks of a Calvin Klein model. Doesn't mean I'd ever date one."
"Are you comparing Mike Newton to a Calvin Klein model?" I had to fight back the amusing thought. Mike may not have chicken limbs, but he wouldn't be winning any swimsuit competitions any time soon. "I don't think he's quite buff enough, Bella."
She shrugged at me and crossed her arms, looking at me with an odd expression, almost as if she were considering something and weighing the pros and cons of her eventual decision. It looked slightly humorous; Bella with her bright green cast, but the spark in her eyes had me feeling a little nervous. What was she thinking?
"I am mad at Mike," she said to me, moving slowly towards me. All I could think of was a cat stalking its prey, but I felt confusion at her words. I knew she was mad at Mike, did she have to keep reminding me?
"I thought we already covered that," I pointed out. "I know you're mad at Mike- he's cheating scum who broke your heart and whatever."
She gave a low, seductive chuckle that immediately brought mini Edward out in earnest. I gulped and tried to fight back the arousal that a single chuckle from Bella could bring out in me.
"He never broke my heart," she told me, stopping in front of me, so close that her breasts grazed my chest, which did absolutely nothing for my attempts to stamp down my arousal. "To break somebody's heart, you have to have touched it first. Mike was never capable of that with me. You asked me earlier what I said that made Alice laugh so hard," she licked her lips, and my eyes were drawn to her mouth. Her lush, kissable, and (I was positive) completely addicting mouth. I was so focused on her mouth that I just caught her next words. "Ask me again."
"What did you say that made Alice laugh so hard?" I responded automatically. All I could think was that, maybe, if I obeyed her she would put those lips on me.
"I told her that I had to burn the sheets on my bed," she replied, and I snapped out of my mouth stupor long enough to meet her eyes for a moment. What did that mean, that she had to burn her sheets? I found out when she continued, "That's why I'm made at Mike, Edward. I liked those sheets. They were nice, comfortable," a wicked grin quirked her lips and she ran a finger down my chest. "You would have liked them."
"O-oh?" my voice cracked from the effort it took not to grab her, throw her on the bed, and ravage her.
"Yes," she replied softly. "They were fleece… that really soft fleece. I loved the way they felt against my skin, and I had to burn them. It made me really angry," I almost groaned as she continued to speak. Everything about her from her dark, lustful eyes, to her kissable lips, to her seductive movements was drawing me in. "But the sheets don't matter so much anymore."
She pressed softly on my chest, and I felt the back of my legs hit the bid. She had made them so weak with her words and action that they buckled at the slight pressure and I sat on the bed.
"Th-that's good. That they don't matter, not that you had to burn them," I felt like I was caught in a tempest. The way Bella was looking at me lit me on fire, and I had to fight not to touch her.
Then she did something that turned the fire into a true inferno.
She straddled my lap.
"W-what are you doing, Bella?" I gasped my arms automatically wrapping around her to pull her closer against me. I could feel her rub against my erection, and I had to bite back a groan. Her grin told me that she knew exactly what she was doing, and that she was enjoying the effect she had on me.
"I'm trying to seduce you Mr. Cullen," she told me teasingly. "Is it working?"
"Yes… but…" I was struggling with myself. There were reasons this couldn't happen, but I was finding it very hard to remember what they were when she was so close. I could smell her- she smelled like strawberries, and I wanted to cover myself in the scent, to cover her in mine. "There's a reason we shouldn't do this… I know there's a reason…" I closed my eyes, trying to fight off the primal instincts that screamed at me to possess her, to make her mine. I ran a hand through my hair, focussing on the reasons this couldn't happen. "Two days," my eyes snapped back open to meet hers. "It's only been two days since Mike… that's too soon. I won't be the rebound."
I refused to be her rebound. I would accept nothing less than everything, and would wait until she could give it. I wouldn't do this until she was ready to give everything.
"You're right. You deserve better than being rebound," I was surprised at her easy agreement- both pleased and disappointed.
Seduction pt2.
As Told By Edward Cullen
She pressed a soft kiss to my lips, and then pulled back. I expected that to be the end of it, but Bella loved to surprise me, and surprise me she did.
She pulled off her shirt, leaving her in nothing but a lacy lavender bra from the waist up.
"What the hell, Bella?" my eyes snapped immediately to her (gorgeous, perfect, lickable) chest, before I realized I was staring and forced my eyes back to hers. "What are you doing."
"You're not the rebound, Edward," she buried her hands in my hair, and I almost purred it felt so good.. "For you to be a rebound, Mike would have had to have mattered enough for me to be on the rebound. I've realized that I was with him because he was easy. He was there, and it was easy to be with him because I knew that he could never really hurt me. You can. It only took me two day to realize that you can hurt me more than Mike ever could… but I'm willing to risk it," her brown eyes met mine. "Are you?"
I closed my eyes for a moment, sending up a silent prayer for forgiveness.
Then I opened my eyes with every intention of going straight to hell.
"God Bella," I began, but she cut me off with a hot, all-consuming kiss. I let her control it for a few moments, let her tease my mouth open with her tongue.
Then I fell back onto the bed, taking her with me, allowing her to control it for only a few seconds longer before I flipped our positions and broke away from the kiss.
"God, Bella," I gasped, "you drive me insane."
Then I swooped back down to claim her lips in the way I'd wanted to for the past four years. I finally got to thread my fingers through that gorgeous dark hair and claim her mouth with mine. I rested my weight on my free arm so I wouldn't crush her. I felt her moan into my mouth and tug at my shirt. Unable to deny her anything, I pulled back long enough to yang off my own shirt, then returned to her mouth, glorying in the feeling of our skin touching. I felt like I was on fire, like we were both on fire, and I loved every second of the burn.
I moved my lips from her mouth to explore her neck, the graceful arch I had always admired in Biology. I licked along her collar bone, which had always driven me crazy when I passed her in the halls. My hand explored her back, trying to find the clasp of her bra. I was desperate to remove the last bit of cloth between our chests, but I couldn't find it. I growled in anger, about to just tear the damn thing off when Bella managed to speak.
"Front clasp," she gasped. "It's a damn front clasp!"
I immediately moved my hand to her front and flicked the clasp open. I could feel my desire grow and my breath turn harsh as I finally got to see Bella without any clothing from the waist up for the first time.
She was absolutely gorgeous. Heavenly.
I was very glad that Newton had never gotten to see this. If he had, I probably would have killed him the next time I saw him.
Her hands moved up to cover herself, a flush rising across her cheeks and down over her chest. It was a breathtaking sight.
"God, even your breasts' blush," I muttered, then I bent my head down to lave my tongue over one of her nipples and blew on it, causing it to grow hard. She gasped, arching her back at the feeling. It was like music to my ears, and I felt a very male sense of accomplishment. I didn't care if it was chauvinistic, I had pleased my woman goddamn it!
"Do that again," she ordered, and I found the bossiness adorable, so I chuckled against her breast and did as she had ordered.
"You are gorgeous," I told her, kissing my way back up to her lips. "and these are the most magnificent breasts I've ever seen."
She laughed breathlessly.
"Oh? Have you seen many breasts before?" she asked, sounding out of breath.
I shot her a wicked grin.
"Not outside of playboy," I replied cheekily, and returned my attention to her breasts before she could come up with a smart remark.
"Not… fair," she moaned out, but I chuckled and continued to kiss my way down her body, towards her jeans. He arched against me again when I laved her navel, and I filed the fact that she had a sensitive belly button away for later.
"Let's see what we have down here," I murmured, flicking the button of her jeans open, and slowly lowering the zipper. She raised my hips so he could pull the jeans off. I began to move them down her legs, enjoying the impatience in her eyes. I was going to take this slow, drag it out until she begged for mercy, then drag it out a bit longer-
I hear the drums echoing tonight/But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation/Shes coming in 12:30 flight/The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation…
I stopped suddenly, and Bella froze as well. We looked at each other.
"Is that Toto?" she asked incredulously.
"It's Carlisle's ringer," I defended. "It's his favourite song."
I chose not to mention it was mine as well, although that might be changing quickly.
"Ignore it?" she asked.
"Ignore it," I agreed, turning back to her jeans. I managed to get them off when the ringer started again. I stopped, and rested my head on her stomach, my eyes closed in resignation. The mood was ruined now.
"Damn cockblocker," I muttered, and I heard Bella giggle above me.
The phone began to play "Africa" for the third time, and I grabbed it, flipping it open and hissing out "what?" angrily. There was nothing like a bit of sexual frustration and a case of blue balls to piss a man off.
I hate Toto…