A/N: Hello all, I'm so sorry about the wait! I've had this chapter written for quite a while but haven't had time to edit/post it. School and work have been driving me up the wall so bear with me here. I'll still be posting chapters, slowly...but surely. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :) As always, let me know what you think!
BPOV
Is that the doorbell? Already? Goddamn Edward Cullen and his punctuality. I quickly wrapped a robe around myself and ran to the door before practically swinging it open like a crazy person. Which is probably what I look like right now.
Of course. A perfectly groomed Edward stood on the other side, an amused smile twitching at his lips, as he takes in my state, no doubt. "I don't want to hear it," I threaten as he enters my house.
He grins and holds his hands up in defense "You look…underdressed" he manages to say without laughing
"You're on time!"
"I'm always on time" he states obviously
True. "I know, I'm so sorry. I was on the phone with Rose. She is going through something horrible…I lost track of time. I promise I'll be done in 15 minutes. Did I completely ruin our plans?" I ask apologetically
His eyes soften and he tilts his head before a hand reaches up and pulls my lip from between my teeth "I only said lunch, baby. You haven't ruined anything."
"I'm sorry" I smile up at him as he cups my cheek
"Would you like to stay here instead? You look so comfortable"
There's that teasing again. But staying in does sound nice...and not only because I want to do all manner of dirty things with this man. "I can make us something." I offer, "I mean if you don't mind not going out…"
"Only if you promise not to change" he smirks. Ugh he is so incorrigible.
"Save it, Cullen. Why don't you find something to do while I figure out what to make"
"You know, you're not very good at this girlfriend thing" he grabs my hand as I turn to leave. What! Did he just say what I think he did?
Tugging me back to him, I let myself fall as he catches me, both arms wrapped around my waist. Our bodies pressed deliciously together.
Mmm…yeah he's probably right. He's a much better boyfriend.
"You haven't even kissed me!"
"That goes both ways, Dr. Cullen." I whisper, trying not to sound as breathless as I feel. Will I ever be immune?
"You have a library?" I almost choke on the Parmesan crusted salmon
"Yes?" He answers in obvious confusion.
"Don't look at me like that. I've only ever been to your house once. And-" I blanche slightly at the memory before shaking my head "That wasn't exactly a prime time to give me a tour"
"Why don't you come over tomorrow" he offers "Your sour memories of my place just won't do"
He's teasing me. I love that he can lighten a situation with just a few words.
"That sounds good" I smile.
"We need to talk, Bella" he says softly, and that's how I know that it's serious.
And suddenly, I fear the worst. He doesn't want me anymore. He's going to say there's nothing-he's pushing me away. "Bella? Hey…" I look up to find his forehead scrunched in confusion "What's wrong?"
"Nothing" I whisper, clearing my throat, pushing back the tears that threatened to fill my eyes "I'm sorry. You wanted to talk?"
"I need to know why you didn't take my advice…and discuss your limits and expectations with Marcus" Oh thank god. That's all he wants to talk about? Still awkward…but so much better than the former.
"I was going to" I whisper, slightly ashamed that I hadn't listened to him. I could have avoided this mess…but then would I have Edward? I know it's a horrible thought, but something good did come out of this catastrophe. "I didn't know he was going to drug me, Edward. How could I?"
"Of course. You could have never known" he says gently "But- that day…when we talked in the café, I meant it when I said you needed to talk to him. I just…I don't want to make that same mistake with us."
"So you plan to drug me?" I whisper with a small smile
"Bella…" he shakes his head, clearly not in the mood for my humor, yet I see a smile twitching at his lips
"Sorry."
"I love you Isabella." He says so simply…like it's the most natural thing in the world "And I know we didn't have a very conventional beginning, but I want to be with you. You need to talk to me, tell me what you're looking for. Sometimes…I feel like I can read you like an open book and other times it's like I don't have even an ounce of what you're thinking. You don't give much away."
"Of course I want you, Edward…I love you too" I whisper "But- I just want to wait…wait it out a little before I-"
"Go back into the playroom again?" he finishes for me
"Yeah" He can read me better than he thinks
"Look" he takes my hand from across the table "When you're ready…will you promise to talk to me? Let me know? There's no rush…I don't want to pressure you into anything. And I certainly have no issues with waiting."
"Yes, I promise" I let out a laugh of relief "I swear"
"That being said…when we do, I assume you don't want a 24/7 lifestyle?"
Oh jeez no. I don't know if I can do that… "Is that what you want?" I ask, praying to god that he says no
"No" a small smile plays at his lips "Not at all."
"You're mean" I shake my head, unable to hide my grin. He knew what my answer would be…
"Maybe a little" he agrees "But you like it"
"Maybe a little"
"Will you ever be able to talk to me?" he chuckles, squeezing my hand "Because you know you'll eventually have to. It's a rule of mine"
Oh god. I can't talk about this here! Now! Over…salmon and salad! Is he insane? The temperature feels like it's gone up about 100 degrees.
"And there it is" he raises an eyebrow just as I withdraw my hand from his
"Edward!" I hiss in embarrassment
"Bella!" he mocks "Fine baby. But like I said. Rule."
"I'll cross that bridge when I get there" I mutter and resume eating. "It's hard for me" I say after a few beats…wanting him to understand "I tell you more than I've ever told anyone. You know that, right?" I can't look him in the eye. All he wants is my input…my honesty. And I'm having a hard time with just that.
"I know sweetheart." He says with a patient smile "You'll get better"
"Is anything new with Marcus?" I mumble, suddenly not hungry anymore.
"It's too early to tell. I have him under control." Edward says so surely that I have no choice but to believe him "Don't waste your time worrying about it"
And just as I'm about to respond, a loud series of knocks land on my door. There's only one person that doesn't ever use my doorbell.
Well, Shit.
"Are you okay?" Edward asks, making me snap out of it
"BELLA! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW"
And his concerned frown turns into an amused smile "I'm assuming this is the best friend who has no interest in meeting me?"
"This isn't funny, Edward!" I hiss, pushing my chair back to stand up
"I'll just wait here" he says smugly. Smug, Cullen? Maybe it is time for a meeting with Rosalie.
I swing the door open with more force than I intend and find a very impatient Rose on the other side. "What took you so long!" She glares, storming into the house
"What's wrong, Rose?" I sigh as she hangs her coat up
"That little fucker won't stop calling me. How many times have I changed my number?" she shakes her head in frustration "Well!"
"3!" I roll my eyes, realizing she actually expected me to answer that
"Right! 3! What a ridiculous amount of times to change a cell number. Seriously. I just don't know what I can do…"
"Maybe I can be of some assistance"
Oh god Edward. Don't you know what to keep your mouth shut? This is so not how I want this meeting to go. She slowly turns to the voice and raises an eyebrow at me "Sorry, you didn't mention you had company"
"Rose…this is-"
"Edward" She finishes for me, taking his offered hand "Right. We met at the hospital."
"Good seeing you again, Rosalie" He flashes her his trademark Adonis smile, which even Rose halts for a brief second at. Jesus, does he have this affect on everybody?
"I'm sorry, am I intruding on something?" she motions over to the table where our food is still laid out
"Oh no" I waive off "we were just having a late lunch."
"In your robe?" She stares at me for a long moment before bursting into a fit of laughter "You're the worst liar ever"
Oh my god, kill me now. I'm so mortified. "Rose! Jesus!"
"Sorry honey" she grins "I should have called…good thing I waited until after. Your walls are so thin"
She's going too far. "You can leave now" I say as sweetly as I can
"She can stay" Edward says while hanging an arm around my shoulders. I crane my head to look up at him and glare. Excuse me? "Besides, I can help"
"How" She states, clearly intrigued
"Well, phone companies usually don't allow you to block numbers, which is probably why you've tried changing your number so many times. Am I right?"
"So far"
"What provider are you with?"
"Verizon"
"Perfect" he exclaims "I own a considerable share of the company" he says probably after seeing our confusion "I can get you a private line, block whatever numbers you'd like, and probably a better deal than you have now. Cut by at least half. How does that sound?"
"Who the fuck are you" She says, but not before staring in disbelief for a few moments "Seriously" A smile takes over her lips
This is weird. Rose is usually such a tough one to crack, and honestly, I was hoping to put him up to the challenge. I suppose I'm also happy that the man I love and my best friend are getting along…it will certainly make my life easier in the long run.
"Would you like to eat, Rose?" I ask, clearly interrupting their conversation because both of them turn to me with blank expressions, like they've heard nothing I just said. I asked a simple question!
"Sorry Bella?"
"Food. Do you want it?" I ask, not as nicely this time.
"Oh no, I'm okay-wait is that your Parmesan salmon?" She grins at me like a kid on Christmas "I change my mind. I'm starving"
"Your friend loves me." Edward gloats when I shut the door
"Don't be so smug, Cullen. This was a fluke"
"I…" he draws out "Don't think so."
"I still have to tell her about Marcus." I say shortly, slightly peeved. Why am I in such a mood tonight?
Of course, he notices. And of course he can't let anything go. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy that we were getting along"
I nod in defeat as we stand across from one another, just a foot of space between us. Fuck it. I take a step forward and stop abruptly. Unsure of what to do. All I want to do is walk into his safe arms, but I feel as though I've been using him as a crutch all week. When I look up, I see him sigh in exasperation and wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me to him. Resting my head on his shoulder, I close my eyes "I'm sorry" Because I am. None of this is his fault…and yet I keep taking everything out on him.
"Mmm" he hums, chest rumbling with the motion, "No reason to be. You alright?"
"She's going to be so angry. Mostly that I waited so long to tell her"
"She's your best friend, Bella. She's not going to be angry. I'm betting a substantial amount that she's going to be more concerned than anything. Rose cares about you…I can see that."
"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch all evening" I whisper against his shirt
"And here I thought that was the norm" he teases softly "Come, I'll help you clean up"
"Will you stay tonight?" I whisper, not ready to let him go yet.
"How about you come over. I have some paperwork that needs to get done before tomorrow"
Oh. I don't want to impose on his work. I forget how busy he is. "It's okay, I don't want to keep you from work"
"Bella" he shakes his head with a small smile "you're not keeping me from anything. Come, I work late tomorrow. I can finish up on some work while you explore my library"
That does sound good. "Sounds…perfect" I whisper with a smile.
"While I would be content watching you forever, it's getting late"
An involuntary gasp leaves my lips. He's startled me. Edward is sitting down in one of the large chairs across from me, one leg crossed over the other, a small smile playing at his lips. How long has he been there?
"Sorry" I mumble sheepishly. I know how engrossed in books I can become. And right now I'm reading one of my favorites. Wuthering Heights…and while I've read it hundreds of times, I've never read a first edition. Hardback, leather-bound. It's truly a beauty.
"Don't be" he smiles "Wuthering Heights?"
"It's a favorite of mine" I say softly while gently closing the book and setting it in my lap "Your library is gorgeous, Edward. I could live in here."
"I wouldn't object" he murmurs, and his eyes are so intense, it's hard to tell if he's serious or not.
"Your collection…" I whisper, and look around the grand room. Rows and rows of bookcases filled to the top with the most beautiful books I've ever seen.
"Yes, I was a slightly obsessed with literature for a brief period in my life"
"Brief?" I crack a smile. This collection had to have taken years to gather.
"Brief" he mouths with a smile "Are you finished, or would you like to sleep in here as well"
Funny, Cullen. "I don't think I'll ever be finished. Not with this one" I hold up my new favorite toy "I may have to hold it hostage"
"I don't think so Miss Swan" he shakes his head slowly…and damn if it isn't sexy "I may never capture your attention again. How do I compete with Mr. Darcy?"
"There is no comparison" I whisper, completely under his spell. I can't take my eyes off of him.
"Yeah?" he smirks, like he knows something. "Come here"
My mouth has gone dry. And I find myself panting…he hasn't touched me. Two simple words.
I set the book down on the coffee table in front of me, and stand up, never breaking eye contact. God he's good.
When I'm finally standing before him, he pulls me down into his lap so I'm astride him, my legs on either side of his. Why is he so damn sexy!
"You're not so bad yourself." He whispers with a small grin
Shit. Did I say that out loud? "Edward" I hum in pleasure as his hands grip my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"Ever been fucked in a library, Isabella?" he grins like the Cheshire cat.
Oh holy Jesus. I think I've just cum from his words alone. "In front of the books!" I screech before I know what's coming out of my mouth. Oh god. I'm such a fucking idiot…I say the stupidest things. It's like word vomit.
He's laughing. He's laughing hysterically, and I can only imagine what it looks like because my eyes are cinched tightly shut in order to try and avoid the extreme humiliation I'm feeling at the moment.
"I love you, baby" he chuckles, and I feel a single finger flutter across my cheek.
"Edward" I whisper nervously and play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Please don't say no. I can't do this alone.
"Hmmm?"
"I want to tell Rose. And I want you to be there when I do it."
"Maybe not there" I rush out quickly when I'm met with no response "But…" the last part comes out in a whisper when his finger presses against my lips.
"I'll be there" He murmurs, "I don't want to talk about Rosalie. I don't want you to worry about her. I want to fuck you in my library. Right now." Jesus fucking Christ. I think I just came.
"Oh my god" I pant, clutching the back of his neck. My panties are drenched and I might have the sense to be mortified if he weren't doing such amazing things to my neck with his lips right now.
"Already?" his lips smirk against my skin. "You're going to have to learn to control that baby."
"Fuck" I moan when his teeth graze my collarbone. "Please Edward" I have no idea what I'm begging for. And I don't give a fuck.
"New rule" he mutters against my neck while his fingers pry the button on my jeans "Skirts or dresses only when you're in my house"
What! "Huh?" I gasp
He grins up at me and I have to fight to stay conscious when I feel his palm dip just into my panties "Someone likes it when I talk dirty"
Holy fuck. I feel my head become dizzy as just his middle finger grazes the tip of my already sensitive clit; I'm going to pass out if he doesn't stop torturing me.
"Breathe" he chuckles softly against the skin of my throat, where he's laying soft, wet kisses. "Where would you like to do this, baby?" his voice is taunting. That combined with his fingers torturing my pussy is going to kill me. I'm sure of it. "Against the bookcases? On the table perhaps?"
"You pick" I groan when his hand is thrust deeper into my panties and a single digit enters me
"Pick one." He murmurs, gently biting the skin of my shoulder "Now."
"Oh god" I whimper helplessly when his other hand roughly pinches my right nipple through the fabric of my shirt.
"Now, Bella" he reiterates
"Against the bookcases" I pant out breathlessly "Oh please" I'm whining, I sound so desperate, and it's a completely accurate portrayal of how I feel at the moment. I need him so badly. I need to feel him inside me.
He smirks against my shoulder and lifts his head to mine, his fucking finger still moving slowly inside me, building me towards an intense pleasure.
Jesus he's beautiful, his sexy smirk, the sparkle of mischief in his eyes…
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" he teases me
"Edward you're driving me crazy" I whisper desperately
"Mmm mission accomplished then" he says just as he adds another finger. And everything inside me clenches as I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
"Please" I whisper desperately, clutching his shoulders for support
Instead, he pushes me off his lap, leaving me standing in front of him. Panting. Ready. Needing. Ugh.
"Strip"
One word. All he has to do is say one word. The man practically bleeds power. I take a breath and pull off all my garments, one by one until I'm stark naked. While he's fully clothed.
"Come back" he crooks a finger at me
"Hold on" He says just before he stands up in one swift motion with me in his arms. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him as he strides forward. Jesus fucking Christ.
He brings me over to one of the shorter bookshelves. It's about Edwards's height, maybe a little taller. "Arms on top of the shelf, love. And hold on tight" he smirks
I left my arms from around his neck and stretch them out behind me, gripping the back of the wood with my hands. And I realize in this position, my breasts are jutted out towards him. I move my arms as heat colors my cheeks "Put your hands back, Isabella." he says patiently
I blink at him and hesitate before doing as he asked. Why am I embarrassed? My breasts brush his shirt-clad chest every time I breathe in and I have to fight back a groan when my nipples bunch in anticipation. "Good girl. Keep them there." he says and makes sure I'm steady before releasing me and unzipping his pants.
Oh fuck.
I'm completely helpless. Pinned between him and the shelf, my legs wrapped firmly around him to keep from falling. I couldn't move my arms if I wanted to...I'd probably topple him over. "Easy" he murmurs, running a single finger down between my breasts and over my stomach. Its only then that I realize how shallow my breathing is.
His hands are back, gripping my waist as he shifts me upward so we're lined up. Time seems to stand still; he's drawing this out. He's teasing me. Taunting me. And damn if it isn't working. "Please" I whine desperately when I can't take anymore.
His lips quirk and suddenly his lips are on mine. Demanding. Hot. Dominating. I can't do anything. Anything except take what he's giving me. His tongue strokes mine roughly and in one smooth stroke, he's inside me. "Ahhh" My gasp is muffled by his lips. I'm panting into his mouth. Fuck I had forgotten how big he is.
The wood against my back is hard. Unyielding as he pounds into me. Stroke after stroke, set in a fast rhythm he never breaks. I can't take it anymore. The knot in my stomach is growing and growing, he groans and changes his angle "Hold. On." He reminds me when my arms almost give out as white heat shoots through me.
"Please. Please. Please" I beg, practically sobbing for release.
He thrust harder now, his cock hitting the sweetest spot inside me. I mewled and threw my head back against the wood with a thump. I didn't care. "Ah, there it is" he murmured under his breath and once against claimed my mouth. His mouth matched his rhythm. Fast. Hot. Rough.
His teeth grazed my tongue and I exploded helplessly around him. Blinding light took over my senses and I could hear someone screaming in the faint distance.
Finally after god knows how long, I hear a deep growl emit from Edward. I'm limp. I couldn't move if I tried. The last thing I remember is Edwards soft hum of content before I'm pulled into oblivion.
I'm hot. Burning actually. It feels like I'm lying inside of a sauna, a very heavy sauna. Blinking my eyes open, I find that it's still early. A soft light is peeking through one of the curtains and I glance down at the nightstand, groaning when it's only 4am. Why do I always wake up at weird times? It's so annoying.
I'm just about to kick the blankets off when I remember that I'm not home. I'm at Edwards house. The heavy weight resting around my middle tightens and I have to fight back a giggle, the heat forgotten. I turn slowly under his arm so that I'm facing him and settle back onto my pillow.
He really is beautiful. And so relaxed in this moment, I can't help but stare. It's rare that he's not worrying about anything…thinking about anything.
"You know, it's rude to gawk."
"AH!" I screech in surprise. He's startled the shit out of me. How long has he been awake? And how the fuck does he know I've been staring at him?
"I was not gawking" I huff in annoyance
He opens one eye and grins. "Uh huh" he's so sure of himself… "Morning baby"
"Morning" I mutter, still peeved that I can never win. "Will you ever let me win?"
"Aww" he coos, closing his eyes and tugging me closer, his head nuzzling between my shoulder and neck "You wouldn't want to win by default would you?" I can feel every movement of his lips when he speaks. So soft…
And it's like we're in our own little bubble.
"I'd like to earn my keep" I whisper, gaining a sudden burst of confidence and rolling over so I was on top of him, my legs on either side of his abdomen.
"I've created a vixen." He chuckles, tugging on a lock of my hair until I was leaning down, lips just a centimeter from his.
"You make me feel like one" I whisper back
"We may never leave this bed" he whispers and feverishly presses his lips to mine.
"I feel like I'm monopolizing you" I grin when we pull back "I mean, aren't doctors supposed to be nonexistent?"
"You've caught me at a good time" he rolls his eyes up at me, but I can see the humor dancing in them "I'm passed the rotation stage, Bella. I'm chief of surgery, meaning I'm usually up to my ass in paperwork more than anything."
"So you don't have to go to work today?"
"Unfortunately, I have a surgery scheduled in about 4 hours." He murmurs, his hands resting on my thighs
"Breakfast then?" I ask, cocking my head to the side "I should go home too" I sigh afterwards "So much to read"
"Breakfast I can do, Ms. Swan." He grins, "Shower first?" he cocks an eyebrow at me.
It's the way he says it. So nonchalant. "You're insatiable, Dr. Cullen" Fuck, am I blushing?
"Mmm" he hums, pressing his warm lips against mine "Are you saying no? Because I could persuade you. Quite easily."
Cocky son of a bitch. Sexy cocky son of a bitch. "How" I challenge, half-heartedly. I wasn't planning on saying no, but he has me curious.
I can see the wheels turning in his head when suddenly his cell phone rings. With a grunt, he leans over and plucks it off the nightstand "Cullen"
"Sure, I'll give her a call right away. Next time refer her to the ER attending please, Mary." he says and hangs up. "Sorry love, I need to make a phone call."
"If this is your method of persuasion, I find it to be very anti-climactic" I grin cheekily
"Oh?" He raises a brow "And last night, was last night anti-climactic?"
I'm pretty sure I'm blushing all the way down to my toes. "Don't you have a phone call to make?" I snap as he dials and holds the phone to his ear.
"This is Dr. Cullen returning a page" he sighs into the phone while rolling his eyes at me "I understand it puts you at disadvantage, but I can't lower your dosage just because your ex is in town"
I bust out laughing before realizing my mistake and clamping a hand over my mouth. His lips twitch as he listens to the crazy explanation on the phone and he points to the door with one finger, silently telling me to leave the room.
No way!
I shake my head. There is no way I'm leaving. This is too amusing.
"Ms. Lennox, at the end of the day this is your body. However, I must warn you that your condition is only going to get worse if you don't come in for your scheduled rounds. Please take that into account." He pauses and I hear the lady practically screeching on the other end "I'm sorry there are no alternatives."
"Why is the public healthcare systems so fucked!" I hear her shout through the line
"Ma'am, we're a private hospital." And with that he hangs up. Jesus. I don't think I understood how trying a doctor's job is until now. Why are people so clueless?
"Could you please refrain from laughing hysterically when I have a patient on the line!" He grins with a shake of his head
"My god, Edward" I laugh in disbelief "Is that an everyday occurrence? Are people actually that daft?"
"You have no idea" he shakes his head "I need to jump in the shower" a sigh escapes his lips
"I should go too. I have a lot of work to do"
"You mean you don't want to join me?" he pouts, all while stepping towards me.
Holy crap. Edward Cullen's pout is almost better than his smirk. "Your mother must hate that pout" I mutter
His pout turns into a grin and he laughs, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss on my lips "She does."
Before he can pull back, I tangle my fingers through his hair and bring his lips back to mine, kissing him deeply. His tongue brushes mine and a groan escapes me. "Now I'm insatiable" I pant, "I really should let you go and get ready"
His lips curl up "No complaints either way, Miss Swan."
Needless to say, I joined his ass in the shower. I seriously need to work on the resistance factor in this relationship.
"Hello?" I practically garble into the phone without checking to see who it is.
"Well hello sunshine"
I groan and discard my current tissue, adding it to the growing pile on my coffee table. "Hey" I mumble, "How was work?"
"You don't sound so good" Edward says, I can hear the concern in his tone now "You sick?"
I nod before realizing he can't see me "Yeah, It's just a cold. I'll be fine."
"Chicken or tomato?"
What the hell kind of question is that? "What?" I snap in irritation. I feel like complete shit.
"Chicken noodle soup, or tomato?" He states again "Forget it. I'll bring both. See you in an hour baby"
"Wait!" I exclaim, Jesus... does he even give me a chance?
"I'm coming over, Bella. Don't try and stop me."
"I don't like tomato" I feel a smile creep up onto my lips.
"Noted" He's grinning too. I can hear it in his voice.
"Thanks." I whisper. Edward Cullen just made my day 100 times better. I should get sick more often.
Just short of an hour later, the doorbell rings. Mustering up as much energy as I can, I climb out from under my blankets and curse the cold air before making my way to the door. As soon as I open the door, Edward whistles through his teeth with a smile "You really are sick."
Excuse me? "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snap, realizing I probably looked terrible. I didn't even bother cleaning or freshening up.
He steps inside and holds a bag out to me "Nothing baby. I was just teasing. I'm sorry." he leans down and kisses my cheek as I close the door behind him.
"Sorry" I mumble, "I just don't feel very well."
"You taken anything?" he asks while shrugging of his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack.
"No." I mutter as he runs his hands up and down my arms "I don't want to sleep all day."
"Well first of all" he raises an eyebrow "Put on some socks or you'll never get better. And second, you're sick. Sleeping all day is okay. Recommended even."
"Oh really?" I challenge, "Tell me the last time you slept for more than 8 hours, Edward."
"I don't get sick" he waives off with a small smile and pulls me towards him by my shoulders.
I sigh and close my eyes when his lips touch my forehead "Mmm you have a bit of a fever." He's so warm. I lean against him and rest my head on his shoulder as his arms come around me. "Come, lie down while I get some medicine for you."
I nod and mumble a 'kay' before going back to the couch and occupying my previous position. I don't realize how tired I am until my head hits the pillow. As much as I try to fight it, my eyes drift shut as I listen to Edward rustle around my kitchen.
"Hey" A soft whisper wakes me up. I blink my eyes open and realize I fell asleep. Edward is kneeling in front of me with a mug of hot liquid "I know you're tired love, but I need you to drink this"
I nod and slowly sit up to take the mug from his hands. He sits next to me and rests an arm around my shoulders "I know it tastes like shit." he chuckles at my sour face. Jesus this literally tasted like shit. I don't know if I can down this without throwing up.
"What is this?" I scowl, turning my head up at him.
"Something that will probably make you feel a little bit worse before better"
I purse my lips and take large gulps until I'm finally finished with the vile tasting liquid. "So gross" I mutter and lean over to put the mug on the table. As disgusting as it was, I feel its effects. My eyelids are growing heavy, I feel al little loopy. I have no idea if it's from the medicine or from the fever. I lay down again, this time with my head in Edwards lap and smile as he drapes my body with a blanket "Love you" I murmur with a sigh
"You too sweetheart" I hear him say softly "Sleep now"
Mmm and I fall asleep to the feeling of his fingers gently running through my hair.
It's hot. Burning actually. I'm sweating like a pig and the blankets I keep kicking off are magically reappearing. "No baby, you need the covers." A soft voice whispers in my ear.
Edward.
Groaning in discomfort, I open my eyes and glare weakly up at him "It's hot." I whimper
"Come, sit up. I brought you some cold water" he says while helping me up into a sitting position. He holds out a large glass full of ice water with a green straw and I have to laugh as I take it from him.
"Where did you find straws?"
He grins and shrugs "They were in your kitchen Ms. Swan. Don't look at me."
"Feels so good" I sigh in relief when the cool water slides down my throat
"Feeling any better?" he asks, holding the back of his hand to my forehead
"Worse" I pout
"You still have a pretty high fever. Sit tight, I'll make you some more tea."
"No." I glare "Edward it's like 6! I've slept all day!"
"Do you want me to get a thermometer, Bella?" He glares right back. His is much more convincing. "Because from the feel of it, your temperature is at least 102. If it doesn't go down by tonight, I'll have to write you a script for some antibiotics. Can we not fight about this?"
"I won't be able to sleep at night" I argue weakly, already knowing he had won.
"You will." he states before getting up and walking into the kitchen.
Ugh. I hate doctors. Might as well be entertained. Flipping on the TV, I make myself comfortable and kick the blanket off. I realize it's completely stupid and childish, but I'm still a little pissed about how he was actually right. I hate being wrong.
Edward comes back in a few minutes later with a mug of steaming tea in his hands and stares at the blanket on the floor before averting his eyes to mine again. He raises a single eyebrow but can't keep the amused smile from appearing on his lips "You're insane, you know that?" he ends up laughing
"I'm fully aware of my mental state, Doctor. Thank you" I smile back at him as he sits down next to me.
"Toddlers and Tiaras? Really?" he shakes his head
"Hey, if I have to drink this vile liquid and sleep in a sweat box, you don't get a say in what shows we watch."
Intelligent man that he is, he stays quiet and lets me drink the tea in peace. Once finished, I'm starting to get sleepy again. The medicine, it's definitely the meds that are making me so loopy. My head is foggy and in this moment, I'm so happy that Edward is here with me. I really do hate being sick, especially when I'm alone. I turn my head to look at him and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise at how enthralled he is by this show.
"I can see you staring, you know" he quips, never taking his eyes off the TV.
Sidling closer to him, I unashamedly climb sideways into his lap and loop the arm closest to him around his neck. "Thanks for being here. I hate being sick" I murmur tiredly and rest my head on his shoulder "You won't get sick because of me, will you?" I yawn in question
His chest shakes with soft laughter "I'll be fine, Bella. The fevers getting to you, huh? Get some rest. I'll wake you in a few hours to eat."
"Thanks" I whisper just as he's draping me with a blanket and fall into a restless sleep.
"Call me if you need anything?" he asks for the hundredth time. I'm feeling a little better and Edward says my fever is close to broken.
"Yes, Edward" I sigh and roll my eyes "It's just the flu. I'll live."
"Clearly it hasn't passed yet because people who have the flu generally feel like death" he retorts while stuffing his wallet into his back pocket
"I do feel like death. I'm still in bed aren't I?"
"I believe that has something to do with my presence baby. In fact after I leave, I'm guessing you're going to be going against my orders" He grins, leaning down over me with both his arms on either side of my torso.
"You know me well" I shrug with a small smile. Why deny it.
"Just be careful, okay?" he shakes his head and kisses my forehead "I'll be back tonight. Take it easy."
"Bella"
"Bella"
Hmm? I blink my eyes open and smile dreamily at the sight before me. Edward is dressed in light blue scrubs, kneeling by my bed. "You look good" I whisper as my eyes start to droop again. I'm so tired. All I want to do is sleep.
"No sweetheart. Come on, let's get you up." He says in soft concern "I promise you can sleep in a bit. After I get some medicine in you. Your fevers back"
I shake my head as tears gather in my eyes. I feel miserable. I feel like death rolled over twice and I have no idea what to do to make it better. "Edward" I choke out a whisper
"Hush" he murmurs and his thumbs come under my eyes to wipe the stray tears "You're okay. I'm here now."
"I feel terrible" I whisper and let him pick me up into his arms
"Yeah your fevers worse. I'm going to write you a script for some antibiotics okay? Can you have Rose pick them up for us? I can't go in and fill my own prescription." he asks all while carrying me into the kitchen.
"Yeah I'll text her."
He sets me down on the cool counter and reached into his pocket to hand me two pills "Take these. It'll help with the fever"
"Couch or bedroom" he asks after I finish downing the meds.
"Couch" I whisper tiredly and sigh as he gathers me into his arms again.
"Need to make his phone call. I'll be right back."
"I really hate being sick" I groan as another wave of nausea consumes me
"Most people do" Edward chuckles softly next to me.
"Don't make fun of me. Rose already did that" I snap tiredly, remembering Rose's tirade about how horrid I looked.
"I'm not making fun of you, baby" He murmurs and tugs me closer to him so that he's spooning me from behind "Get some rest, okay?"
"The meds haven't kicked in yet. I'm not tired."
"Yes you are" I feel him smile against my shoulder "I can hear it in your voice."
"Maybe a little" I whisper as my eyes start to droop. He's so warm behind me, so comfortable. "Stay?" I yawn in question
The last thing I feel are his lips press against my cheek.
The antibiotics Edward ordered for me worked like a charm. Which is why Edward and I are having this argument right now.
"I have to meet my editor, Edward!" I exclaim in frustration. We're standing in my living room, behind the couch as he blocks the doorway.
"You're sick" he glares
Oh no Cullen. Not this time. I really do need to see her today and his scare tactics aren't going to work. I think. "I'm feeling much better. Thanks to you. Did you think I could stay here forever?"
"It's only been 2 days. You haven't even finished half your course yet."
I meet him with silence, raising an eyebrow at his ridiculous comment. He's shitting me, right?
He can stare with the best of them. Meeting my glare head on and not relenting. Finally, I sigh "You're being ridiculous."
"Am I?" he regards me coolly, but I can't take him seriously. He's clad only in flannel pajama bottoms; his hair is a mess from just waking up-
I crack a grin at him, unable to help myself and nod my head "We wouldn't be having this conversation if I had managed to get out before you woke up." I state, still wearing a smile.
"Why the hell are you smiling?" He snaps
"You look good" I murmur, pointing out his state of dress
A slow smirk takes over his lips and he shakes his head "That won't work on me Ms. Swan." he says softly
"I don't know what you mean"
"Go to your meeting if you must. I'm going back to bed." He states and turns on his heels, walking into my bedroom.
I sigh and groan into my hands. This is not how I envisioned this morning to go. I don't want him to be upset with me...but I also have to meet with Bree. I understand he's only looking out for my well-being, but I can't skip out on work. AGAIN.
Grabbing my purse, I shake my head and walk out the door. He can't be angry with me for going to work.
The meeting with Bree was short and to the point. She knew I was sick and wanted to get me out of there as soon as possible. On the way back from her office, I start to feel drowsy. Tired. So exhausted all of a sudden. Dammit. It must be the combination of the antibiotics and the Theraflu I took this morning. Daytime my ass.
Years of living under a cop told me that I needed to pull over. My vision was blurry at best and I could barely think straight. Edward is going to kill me. I pull over into a Best buy parking lot and groan against my seat.
I pull my phone out and call Rose...the one time I need her to answer and she doesn't.
I take a deep breath and go to Edward in my contacts. Fuck it. I quickly push it before losing my nerve and he answers on the 3rd ring.
"Hello?"
Does he still sound angry? "Edward?" I murmur nervously
"What's wrong, Bella. Are you okay?" He asks in concern
His concern warms my heart. Even when he's pissed... "I'm fine- well no I'm not. I was driving home and all of a sudden I got exhausted. I can't keep my eyes open. I think it's the meds"
"Where are you" His voice tightens
"I'm sorry" I whisper, "Please don't be angry with me"
"Bella, where. Are. You." He states again
"Parked in the Best buy parking lot. On 8th" I say softly, pushing back my tears.
"Stay put. I'll be there in 10." He says and hangs up
I lean my head back heavily on the headrest and sigh. I'm in so much shit. I close my eyes and groan in relief. That feels so good.
A soft knock on my window startles me. Did I fall asleep? I blink my eyes open and realize Edward is standing outside patiently. I open my door and he holds out his hand "Keys" is all he says
I take my keys out of the ignition and set them in his hand. He throws them in his pocket and holds out his hand for me. I take it and let him pull me up, swaying as my legs hit the pavement "Gently" he murmurs despite his bad mood and steadies me. After shutting my door and locking my car, he leads me to his and helps me in the passenger seat.
"Edward." I whisper as he gets in behind the wheel "I'm sorry"
He sighs and takes my hand in his "While I'm fucking pissed you disregarded my concern. I'm glad you called me instead of trying to drive."
"Sorry" I say again, "Really. I am."
He squeezes my hand "It's okay. Lets get you home and in bed okay?"
"You're still mad."
"I'm not angry with you, Bella" he states seriously "A little peeved, maybe" and he smiles at me, making me melt inside "More importantly, you need to get better. Lets focus on that."
"It's just-"
"If you're about to say It's just the flu, I suggest you stop" He snaps mildly "Because then I will be angry. To most people, yeah...it's just the flu. However since you have to be the most stubborn woman alive and can't figure out how to sit still for five minutes, it's much more."
My mouth drops open at his tirade and I glare weakly at him. "That was...incredibly rude!"
"Really" he raises an eyebrow and pulls into my parking garage "So tell me, what part of that wasn't true?"
I flush in annoyance making him grin. "I thought so."