Let Me In-Chapter Seven
Edward can't get Isabella out of his head. His bed is suddenly too lonely and he is tossing and turning while dreaming of his new neighbor. His sheets are haphazardly tangled in his long legs as Dream Bella, as he is prone to calling her in his mind, has just straddled him.
Let's slowly back out of Edward's head to let him enjoy his wet dream with Bella.
On the other hand we should all be proud of Isabella.
Instead of gorging herself on Edward, she runs away. She is still running through the woods an hour later. She may not be thirsty but she sure is sexually frustrated. Her screech escalates as she shreds every piece of wood in her path. She wants Edward but in this heightened state she would surely kill him. She also wants him to want her…truly want her. She doesn't want her scent or her beauty to be the reason for his attraction; instead she wants him to let her into his world. She does not want him to descend into the darkness that is hers but surely he could raise her into the light. A sudden urge to be near him overtakes her and she is running back towards Forks.
As she slows near the Cullen home, she hears Edward's groan. He agile body curves languidly around the tree near his window and she leaps unto the ledge that he shares with his twin, Alice. The French doors open easily under her hands and she steps inside his room. She smells Edward's arousal and that ignites hers. Those chocolate brown human eyes instantly reform to their natural glowing red beauty. She climbs onto the bed without reservation and fights her instincts to take him as hard as she can. Ahhh…his scent is so…intoxicating. Her body adjusts to the room temperature instantly and she is thankful in that moment that her body can acclimate so easily to any surrounding temperature without doing her damage. Edward would surely be awakened by her frigid body if she had not been at room temperature.
Edward is sprawled on his back and his tent is proudly displayed through his thin boxers. She straddles him, being careful to not touch his erection; instead her face nears his as she breaths in his scent. A reflexive purr departs from her lips.
Edward's eyes are open and she freezes. He smiles at her but then frowns, "you know Dream Bella, your eyes are usually brown but I like the glowing red look. It's kinda gothic…maybe we should try role playing this time."
A quiet chuckle escapes from Isabella. He thinks he is dreaming. It's wonderful to know that she is the star of his dreams.
"I love your voice and your laugh and your scent" Edward seems to lack any filter when he is dreaming.
Isabella's smile widen as she takes in this human. He is very enjoyable, she even likes the new name he has given her…Bella. It seems lighter, less harsh. She cocks her head and look deep into his eyes, "I like the way you smell too. Can I taste you?"
"I thought you would never ask" Edward whispers sleepily.
Isabella knows it wrong…she knows she should abstain. She wants things to be different with Edward, she can easily give into her instincts and get carried away but this is too good to pass up.
Like a lioness about to strike, she arches her back. Edward's hands caress her hips and she gives his neck a long languid lick. Her breath hitches because he tastes even better than she imagine.
Just a little taste she assures herself. She won't even use her teeth, just a small cut that her venom can heal. If she uses just a little venom he won't turn.
Way to talk yourself into fondling a sleepy Edward Cullen, Isabella. Did you remember his girlfriend during this little pep talk? I guess not…
She uses her nail to make a long cut along his neck. The warm blood rises gracefully along the sleek line pooling and then slowly seeping along the length of his neck. Before a single drop could be wasted, Isabella's tongue meets the red wave leaking from Edward's neck. Her moan is sensual and Edward moans right along with her as his grip on her waist tightens. He is trying to push her down unto his erection but she is much stronger than him. So he bucks his hips upward and Isabella nearly loses it. She has to leave.
She allows some venom to pool in her mouth and smears a thin line over his cut. She watches the effect as his cut seals itself. She turns Edward's face towards her, "hey, I have to leave now."
Edward's face crumbles when he hears Dream Bella, "I don't want you to leave. Please stay with me."
"I'm sorry Edward. I'm bad for you, I can't stay."
He suddenly crushes Isabella to his chest hugging her tightly. She nestles into him, stealing one more moment before she has to return to reality. As she removes herself from him, she kisses his cheek and lingers so her scent can overpower him. His eyes drop and he whimpers as she edges away from him.
Before she changes her mind, she exits the same way she entered earlier. She quickly walks into the guesthouse and is not surprised to see Charlie up. She heard his heart beating loudly when she was walking over.
"Isabella, can we talk about the Cullens?"
Charlie is standing in their temporary living room. Her eyes are still dark and her red irises rise to meet Charles brown eyes.
It's time she levels with him. "I know Charlie."
Charlie is stunned at the way this creature is standing before him. She has never looked more like a seventeen year old girl than in that moment. Isabella has always been so sure of herself but now she looks like she doesn't know what to do. He can see her warring with herself. Doing what is right and what is natural has always been opposing acts. She would be fighting against what she had been taught, what she knows her entire life.
"I like him Charlie but I don't know how not to hurt him."
Charlie can't even stand anymore; he allows his body to sink into one of Esme's plush chairs. He has always hoped that Isabella would reconnect with her humanity but he never expected a teenage boy to be the catalyst.
"I know we should leave the family alone but I can't leave him. He makes me feel…different. I want to drink him all the time but I want to do other things too…I want to get to know him…I want him to like me."
Isabella's hair blocks her face from being exposed to Charlie as she confesses her feelings for Edward to her longtime human. She doesn't expect Charlie to give her an answer. She knows that he has never had that problem with Renee; Renee had returned Charlie's love without any reservations.
She did not even know how to love anymore; caring what happened to Charlie had been the closest thing to love she got to in a very long time. Her past had obscured her concept of love and even if Charlie died today she would simply move on with her existence. Now things were different, Edward had made things different. There was something in his touch that drew her.
At this point all she had was stolen affections at night and the hope that maybe they could be friends.
Well, well, well our Isabella almost seems human now…you better get your ice-skates on because hell has just