Hi guys. Sorry that I took forever... again. But this chapter was born after I finished my finals last week. I finished my tests and immediately launched into this. It is my longest chapter yet, so I hope you enjoy it. :)
As always, I LOVE reviews.
What I Own: A room filled with crap that I moved from my dorm room. ACK.
What I Don't: Twilight. :(
"Oh, and one more thing…" Edward said, as he stood up, moving to stand over me. He leaned over so that his lips were mere millimeters from mine. "We should probably have sex right now. Just so we have something to compare our friendship to." His lips brushed against mine with every word, and I swear I felt my eyes roll back into my head. But I felt the smile form on my lips, and I opened my eyes to look at him. "Deal." I whispered.
Edward pulled back a little, looking deeply in my eyes for a moment. He looked as though he was searching for something, though for what I'm not sure. All I know is that whatever he'd seen must have pleased him.
Edward slammed our hips together, allowing me to feel his erection on my hip. I moaned aloud as he pressed his mouth to mine, effectively silencing the sound.
My hands immediately went to his hair, my fingers trailing up his neck on their way to tangle themselves in his bronze locks. I pulled his head closer to mine, and I felt him smile against my lips as he let out the quietest of groans.
I, Isabella Marie Swan, had made Edward… note to self, find out his middle name
"What's your middle name?" I gasped, my words coming in pants between kisses.
Well, shit. I guess I have no verbal filter when I'm making out with this man. How annoying.
He smiled against my lips before pulling back and placing his forehead against mine. "Anthony." He said his voice sounding equally winded. "What's yours?" "Marie." I answered, feeling a blush warm my cheeks.
He cupped my face in his hands and stared into my eyes, his forehead still pressing against mine. "Isabella Marie Swan." He whispered, his voice sounding almost reverent in the quiet of my apartment.
"Edward Anthony Cullen." I whispered back, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.
Edward grinned crookedly at me, before pulling my mouth back to his, effectively ending the conversation between us.
As we continued to kiss, I felt his warm tongue begin to trace the outside of my lips. Smiling, I opened my mouth, allowing him to explore.
His kiss wasn't like anything else I had ever experienced. I loved kissing Edward. Absolutely loved it.
There was just something about the way that he carried himself in a kiss… if that makes any sense. He was aggressive when it was appropriate, but he also would occasionally pull back, and pepper sweet kisses around my lips, sometimes on my neck.
And even though he currently had his tongue on my mouth, he wasn't stabbing his tongue in and out, like a few of the other people I had been with had done. (Why that's hot, I have no idea.)
Instead, his tongue coaxed mine to be more playful, as he rolled our tongues together, tracing small, intricate patterns along the surface of my tongue.
Eventually, the kissing became too much, and I pulled away, both of us gasping for air. I stared into his eyes; the emerald fire working it's way into my heart and slowly consuming my soul. Grinning, I grabbed the lapels on his jacket, and pulled him to me.
Our hips collided again, and he bent down to resume to kiss. Quickly, I turned my head, giving him my cheek. The smile on my face was almost uncontrollable when I heard him groan.
"Don't deny me, Isabella Marie." He said, his voice low and rough, sounding more like sex than any voice should.
"Or what?" I asked, the playful tone to my voice indicating my plan. He growled, and immediately brought his mouth to my neck as I began walking us backwards.
Holding Edward by his lapels, and keeping our hips in constant contact, I walked Edward and I very slowly through my apartment. His mouth was hot on my neck, and it was so distracting, that I almost forgot where I was.
I felt his teeth press into the sensitive skin on my neck, and I moaned aloud. Acting quickly, he used my momentary distraction to bring his mouth back to mine.
Not that I would have stopped him otherwise.
We continued to kiss and stumble through my apartment; as we walked, I became increasingly frustrated about the amount of clothing that he had on. Pushing my hands under his tux jacket, I pulled it off his arms, throwing it on the floor behind him.
I felt Edward grin against my mouth, but he didn't stop me; shoving my hands in his pants, I quickly untucked his tuxedo shirt, and began my work on the buttons.
I can undo shirt buttons with a speed that is almost embarrassing. Easing the shirt off his shoulders, I ran my hands up his now bare back, clutching at the hard skin.
Oh my god. He has a better body that I thought he did.
I ran my fingers along the curves of the muscles, eventually running them around his shoulders and down his chest. I smiled against his mouth as the traced the shape of his pecs, and nearly laughed out loud when Edward groaned when I flicked his nipples.
When my fingers were playing around on his ab muscles, Edward decided that enough was enough. Grabbing my arms, he picked me up and slammed me back into the nearest wall.
The moan that I emitted probably didn't even sound human.
Edward sunk his teeth into the skin of my neck, and I was no longer able to focus on anything. All I could do, all I could think about, was his teeth on my neck, his body pressed up against mine.
Slowly, Edward lowered me back down the wall. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Feet shoulder length apart." He said, his voice like gravel.
Ugh, this is FUCKING WONDERFUL.
I followed his instructions, and I felt his large hands working the hook-and-eye at the top of my dress. Once he released the hook, Edward pulled lightly on the zipper.
He must have only moved it down a centimeter, before he stopped pulling. I turned my head around so I could look at him over my shoulder. His eyes caught mine, and he winked, leaning down, and placing his mouth at the zipper.
Realizing what he was going to do, my eyes practically became frozen. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly drew out his teeth, grabbing onto the tiny zipper and pulling it down.
I gasped against him as I felt him hot breath trail down my spine. He was breathing erratically, and the irregular pattern on my back was almost enough to send me over the edge.
When he reached the bottom, he placed a kiss on my skin just about the zipper ending. Suddenly, I felt his tongue on my skin as he licked his way back up my spine, the tip of his tongue tracing the ridges in my bones.
Carefully sliding my dress off my body, I watched it pool into a black pile around my feet, when I heard him gasp.
"What?" I asked, my voice scratchy and raw. He was staring intently at my skin, but at the sound of my voice, he tore his eyes from my body and brought them to my face.
He looked a little glazed over.
"You have…" he said, pointing to my skin. I laughed, "A tattoo?" I asked, smiling at him. He merely nodded, his eyes returning to the ink adorning my left hip.
" 'I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine.' " he read, reaching out to trace his finger tips along the tattoo. "Why did you get this?" he asked.
I sighed, turning around in his arms to look at him. "I love the play." I answered, smiling up at him. He gave me a dubious look. Damn, he can see right through me.
Edward reached his large hands around my front, slowly peeling off the stick on bra Alice had purchased, throwing them unceremoniously to the floor.
"Later." He said, getting down on his knees and placing his full lips over my tattoo.
Thanking the lord that he didn't push the issue, I was able to immediately fall back into the moment when I really saw Edward on his knees. Looking down at him over my shoulder was doing wonderful things to my female parts.
Noticing my interest, Edward reached up, grasping my hips in his large hands. Slowly, he spun me, until he was facing my front.
Edward grasped my hips, his eyes boring into mine. They held dozens of unanswered questions, dozens of thoughts, hopes, and dreams. And suddenly I found myself wanting to understand each and every one of them.
His fingers dug lightly into my skin, and he leaned forward, pressing his face into the soft skin of my stomach. His hot breath warmed my skin, tickling me; but I couldn't care less about the ticklish sensation. All I cared about was the fact that Edward had his face pressed into my stomach, and the fact that he was so close to where I really wanted him.
I smiled, and let out a soft moan when I felt Edward press his lips onto the skin just below my belly button. Because his mouth was still touching my skin, I felt his lips break into a smile. Chuckling, he reached out, lightly nibbling my skin.
I laughed, and tried to wiggle out of his grasp; it was useless of course. As I moved, Edward's fingers tightened against my skin, pulling my back to him.
Slowly, he slid fingers under the sides of my thong, and slowly began pulling it down my legs. Removing the offending article, Edward flung it half way across the room.
He sat back on his heels, taking a second to take me in. His eyes moved slowly, mercilessly, over every inch of my skin. His eyes were scorching, and left fire trails on my skin.
I watched as they skirted down my neck, across the swell of my breasts, which were currently heaving with the effort of my lungs; I watched as they traced the soft lines of my curves, working their way to the bare skin of my sex.
Thank GOD I got waxed. He loves it.
His eyes wandered their way down each of my legs, taking in the shape of my thigh, the curve of my calf, and the slender arch of my feet.
Edward leaned up and smiled at me, placing a kiss right in the center of my folds.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Reaching down, I grabbed Edward by the arms, pulling him up to me. I crashed our bodies together, grabbing onto his belt buckle, and forcing our hips to collide.
We both moaned, as our most sensitive parts came in contact.
Spinning quickly, I pressed Edward up against the wall, much like he had done to me. I pulled back, made quick work of his belt, and ripped his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. Edward chuckled lightly, before leaning forward and nipping at the skin on my neck.
"Eager, love?" he asked, the smirk evident in his voice. "Shut it, and have your way with me, already." I answered, grasping each of his thighs so I could pick his feet out of his pants before kicking them across the floor.
"As you wish, darling." He growled nipping my neck one last time before reaching out to scoop me up in his arms.
He lifted me with ease, pulling our torsos together, and letting me wrap my legs around his waist. He smirked when I moaned as my sex came in contact with his lower abdominals.
Only a few more inches and I could…
Edward sunk his teeth into my shoulder blade, effectively silencing every thought in my head. He walked back, slowly, stumbling by the family room, past the southwest terrace, his mouth never leaving my skin. Finally, we stumbled up the hallway, and into the master suite.
I swear I heard him sigh thankfully as he threw in the door. Walking around the corner, Edward removed his hands from my back, gathering me up under my arms. Throwing my gently on the bed, I let out a giggle, the sounds of my laughter drowning out the sounds of his heavy breathing.
Edward looked at me, and chuckled quietly, before getting on his knees on the edge of the bed; placing his hands by my ankles, he began crawling up towards me.
Inching his way closer, I began sliding my way up to the headboard, going until the top of my head hit one of the iron slats. Groaning, I focused on the feeling of his skin occasionally touching my own as he trailed his body up mine.
Edward took my left ankle in his hand, kissing the skin, lightly nipping around the bone. I arched my back a little, surprised at the sexual nature of these touches.
Kissing my way up my left leg, I felt the anticipation building in my stomach as he approached my sex. Soon, his hot breath was trailing around my inner thigh; he took his tongue, drawing patterns on my thigh, getting closer to my sex with every pass. Just as he was about to go right where I wanted him, he nipped my thigh, before moving over to my right leg, starting all the way back at my ankle.
I've never been so sexually frustrated.
Repeating the cycle, he slowly, and I do mean slowly, worked his way up my leg. Except this time, when he reached my sex, he took his long tongue, and slowly licked the length of my folds. The moan that escaped my lips wasn't even human.
I am going to die.
Edward chuckled against my flesh, his hot breath only heightening my sensations. Slowly parting my folds, he dove back in, lapping up my juices with fervor I'd never known.
Damn, he really goes all out for this. Not like I won't use that to my advantage later… NO! FUCK! Bad Bella. This is only happening for comparable purposes… nothing is going to come of this…
As much as I didn't want this to end, I knew that it was going to eventually. So I decided to throw myself into the moment… hell, I needed to enjoy this as much as possible… especially because it was never going to happen again.
Edward traced his tongue up my inner folds, finding and circling my clit. I arched my back as he took the bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking gently. He continued his ministrations until the feeling became too much.
My back arched, bringing my sensitive flesh closer to him, and my body went rigid. I moaned loudly, the sound ripping through the air, surrounding us on the bed. Edward allowed me to ride out my orgasm, before removing his mouth from my extremely sensitive flesh, and crawling the rest of the way up my body.
He wrapped his hand around my head, finally bringing our mouths back together. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it was more of a turn on than I ever would have thought. Eventually, Edward broke away from my mouth, kissing down my neck, making his way to my chest.
Taking one breast in his hands, tweaking the nipple with his fingertips, he brought his lips down to the other one, tracing my nipple with his tongue, before sucking it into his mouth, lightly nipping with his teeth.
I moaned, arching my back into him. Edward chuckled around my breast, before switching, putting his mouth on the other breast, as he tweaked the other with his fingers.
I couldn't take it anymore.
"Edward," I said, my breath coming out in quick, shallow pants, "if you don't put yourself inside me right now, I'll grab my dildo and finish myself off."
That seemed to get him motivated.
Edward centered himself between my legs before looking back up at me. "Do you, uhm… condoms?" he asked, looking at me nervously.
Of course I have condoms… I thought, wanting to laugh out loud. But is it insane if I just play it like I don't just so I can feel every inch of him inside me? I want to feel Edward… not a plastic, latex version of him. Fuck it, I'm lying.
"Pill." I stuttered, "I'm clean. You're good?" I asked, trying desperately to get him inside me as quickly as humanly possible.
"Of course I'm clean. I get tested every two months."
What? Yeah, we'd be talking about that later.
"Okay, then go." I said, my voice sounding as desperate as I felt.
Slowly, too slowly, he eased his length into me. Because I wasn't used to someone of his size, it took some getting used to. But I think he sensed this, because once he was fully sheathed inside me, he didn't move until I gave him the signal that it was okay.
Slowly, he began moving inside me, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in completely. And while I appreciated this, and would probably love it some other time, all I wanted right now was a good ol'fashioned fucking.
So, of course, I told him so.
"Edward," I gasped, wrapping my arms around his torso, and sinking my nails into his back, pulling him into me. "you…" I wrapped my arms around his neck as he brought his mouth down to my throat. As he began sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck, I moaned, leaning to whisper, "Edward. I want you to fuck me. Save this "making love" for another time. I need you. Now."
Well that got him going.
Edward pulled my hands from around his next, lacing our fingers together and pushing them above my head. He dipped his head, and bit my neck, definitely leaving a mark, as he slammed into me.
I moaned loudly, appreciatively, thankful that I was finally getting what I wanted.
We continued this way, Edward slamming his cock in and out of me, the force of it slowly pushing me up to the headboard. I spent my time clawing at Edward's back, moaning uncontrollably.
Edward leaned down, as though covering my body with his, and began whispering the dirtiest things in my ear. "Your pussy, Bella. Oh god." He moaned loudly, muffling the sound in my neck, the vibrations shooting straight to my core. "You've been such a tease, Bella." He said, grabbing the skin of my neck between his teeth. He reached up under me then, grabbing handfuls of my ass. I moaned, arching my back, pulling my ass even higher off the bed. He took the opportunity to bring his hand down on my ass, the sting immediately replaced with almost overwhelming pleasure.
"Bella," he said finally, he hot breath caressing my neck, causing my legs to shake, "I could spend every day of the rest of my life fucking you."
My entire body went rigid as my orgasm ripped through me; I moaned, my legs gripping onto Edward to pull him as far into my body as possible as I rode the waves of my high. My orgasm must have spurned Edward's because seconds later, he was shaking above me, pulsing inside me, and releasing deep within me.
Once we had both ridden out our orgasms, Edward collapsed down on top of me, careful to keep most of his weight off of me. Burying his face in my neck, I could feel Edward's eyelashes fluttering against my skin. He was still awake.
"Edward…" I said, reaching up to run my shaking fingers through his sweaty hair. Edward pulled his face out of my neck, smiling his glorious smile at me.
"Yes, love?" he asked, his voice filled with absolute elation. I stared at him in silence, unable to come up with something to say.
I've been fucked into silence. Wow… who knew?
"That was the best sex you've ever had?" he said, a smile on his face, "Well, of course it was, love. I was the one fucking you." He leaned down and bit my neck, before rolling off of me, onto his back.
I scoffed, pretending that was he'd said wasn't absolutely true, and reached over to slap his chest. Edward caught my wrist in his huge hands, using it to pull me onto my side so I was smashed up against him. Edward sighed, wrapped one arm around my shoulder; his other hand began drawing lazy patterns on my arm that he'd wrapped around himself.
Smiling, I snuggled down into his side and burrowed my face into his neck.
I could lay here forever. Just the smell of him…
Edward smelled fantastic. And here, in the crook of his neck, was the best smell I'd ever smelled. It was man, sex, sweat, woods, deodorant, cologne, and just… Edward.
I never wanted to leave the safety of his arms.
I sighed, reaching my lips out to give his neck a kiss. "Goodnight, Edward." I mumbled, my speech beginning to slur with sleep. Edward tightened his grip on my shoulders, before turning his head. "I didn't hear you deny what I said, Bella. So I guess I was the best sex you'd ever had."
I smiled against his skin, chuckling lightly at his almost incessant need to be the 'best I'd ever had'. "Eh." I said, pressing my face closer to the skin of his neck. "I've had better." I nipped at his neck playfully, before shutting my eyes again, and tightening my grip on his waist.
"Yeah, yeah, Swan." He said, turning his head and placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
As I slipped off into unconsciousness, I could swear I heard Edward say, "I'm falling in love with you Isabella Marie Swan."
Edward smiled wickedly as he pulled out another set of handcuffs from his back pocket. "Hold still, Bella. I need to handcuff your other hand to the bed." Walking around the side of the bed, Edward secured one cuff around my wrist, while hooking the other one around one of the iron slats on my bed.
Great, now both of my hands are immobilized.
I pulled my feet up, pushing my body up off the bed, bringing myself down quickly. I was doing anything that I could to bring so friction to my sex. I was dying for some human contact.
Edward, of course, saw this. Pulling rope out of a drawer on my bedside table, he quickly tied my ankles down to the footboard, making sure that my legs were spread wide. "What did I say about moving, Isabella?" he asked, his voice rough and grating.
He took his hand, pulling it back and slapping it quickly against my pussy. I moaned, and arched my back, desperate to have some sort of contact.
"Count Isabella." He said, the command in his voice nearly sending to me orgasm.
He pulled his hand back, and slapped my sex again. "One." I said, my voice sounding more like a moan than an actual word.
He slapped me four more times, each time making it just a little bit harder; each time pushing me just a little bit closer to an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm.
"Alright, Isabella." Edward said, his eyes trailing up at down my sweaty body. "I'll make a deal with you." I looked up at him, desperate for anything that he was willing to give me.
"I'm going to place my hand right here," he said, placing his hand on my folds, "and you are to do whatever you can to bring yourself to orgasm. You have ten minutes. I suggest you start."
I bucked against his hand, glad that I was finally allowed to move against him. The feeling of his hand against my pussy was overwhelming, but I managed to hold off the initial orgasm to allow it to build into something that was going to be even more amazing.
I worked my hips in a circular motion, bringing to palm of his hand around my clit, rubbing with small circles that got progressively larger until the build up became too much. Then I started over again.
I moaned his name, hoping that he would give up with this and just fuck me already.
But I knew that there was no getting around this test. In order to get Edward inside me, I had to show him what I needed. How I needed it, and how I needed him.
He needed to see it. And I needed to be the one to show him.
Rubbing myself against him, I began picking up speed and I felt my orgasm building. Suddenly, the wave peaked, and I felt my entire body go stiff as I pushed myself as hard as I could against Edward's hand.
I continued to rub myself against him as I rode out my orgasm, keeping our bodies in close contact so I wouldn't end my orgasm to abruptly.
"Bella…" Edward said, his voice sounding a little distant.
Why did he sound so far away? And why was he calling me Bella? I shook my head, trying to figure it all out.
"Bella, wake up. Bella-"
I woke up with a start, my body jolting to life. I removed my face from the crook of Edward's neck and turned to look up at him.
"Oh, thank god you're awake." Edward said, his voice sounding pained.
"Why… what happened?" I asked, reaching up to wipe sleep from my eyes. What the hell is he talking about? Psycho.
"What were you dreaming about?" Edward asked, his voice strained; then I realized. Oh my god. "Edward!" I said, gasping, clapping my hand to my reddening face. "I'm so sorry. I… uhm… I was dreaming about…"
"Yeah, I think I know. Did I handcuff you to the bed and then demand that you get yourself off using my hand?" Edward asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"Oh god." I said, I sat up, pulling myself away from him and threw my head in my hands. "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean it. I've been trying to control my dreams about you… well, I've only had one, but still. It's inexcusable."
"You've…" Edward reached up, pulling on my shoulder so that I would turn around and face him. "You've dreamt about me before?" he asked, his eyes lighting up.
"Well, no fucking shit! You really did a number on me in that dressing room, there, doll." I said, my voice exasperated.
Why couldn't he just drop it? Now it's all I'm going to hear about for the rest of the mission. "Have any good dreams lately, Bella?" "What was I doing in your latest one?" "Bet you can't wait to go to bed tonight, huh?" Ugh, I can just see it now. Stupid –
My thoughts were silenced when Edward crashed his lips to mine. As he moved his lips against mine, I couldn't help but worry about the fact that I must have some spectacular morning breath. "Edward," I said, gasping between kisses, "I need to brush my teeth." "I don't care." He responded, bringing his mouth back to mine, and plunging his tongue in between my lips.
We continued to kiss until I somehow wound up back on my back, Edward situated between my thighs. He began grinding his straining erection against my inner thigh before I came to my senses.
"Oh wait." I said, pulling away, and flipping over so that I was on top of him. I straddled his lap, making sure to keep his erection as far away from me as possible. "We were only having sex once for my comparison. None for you." The look on his face was priceless.
I patted his chest twice, before hopping off, and traipsing over to the bathroom, and flipping the lock. Laughing quietly to myself, I pulled two towels out from the linen closet, placing them on the heated towel rack near the shower. Starting the shower, I walked back to the sink, brushing my teeth and combing through my hair while I waited for the shower to warm up.
Once I was finished, I stood around, listening for any movement from my bedroom. I couldn't hear a damn thing, so Edward was either still in bed, or he was thinking up a plan of some sort. Operation Get Rid of Massive Erection.
Damn, I wanted to help out with that one.
But I knew that I couldn't.
Stepping inside the shower, I took a second to let the water trickle down my body, relaxing my muscles and working out any knots that had formed from the day before.
As much as I wanted Edward in this shower with me, I knew that it was probably such a good thing that he wasn't.
I was getting way too attached to him, and even I knew that this was something that just could not happen. As much as I wanted to be able to be with him, we were working together. If he knew that I'd slept with my partners in the past, I knew without a doubt that he would try and se that against me.
After all, there was no reason that I should be able to sleep with them and not be able to sleep with him.
The only problem was, that I actually had feelings for Edward. I didn't have feelings for Aleksander, or any of the other people that I'd had to sleep with on mission. They didn't make my heart go into fucking palpitations like Edward did.
Being in the same room with Edward was not good for my heart health. Or my mental health. All I could think about was undressing him, licking every inch of his skin, hearing his voice call out my name in that sexy, gravelly voice that he gets during sex.
Sighing, I reached over, grabbed the shampoo and began to lather up my hair. Massaging the liquid into my scalp forced my to calm down a little, and allowed me to take a few deep breaths. As I was rinsing, I heard the click of the door lock, and the door open and shut quickly, but quietly.
And this is what you get for having sex with a spy.
Even though my shower was stone, the outer wall facing the rest of the bathroom was made with glass stones that were easy to see through on my side, and impossible to see through from the outside.
Edward walked over to the linen closet, pulled himself out a towel, placing it on the heater next to my two towels.
After making sure that the towel was situated, he walked over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out one of my extra toothbrushes.
How the FUCK did he know that I kept extras?
After squirting some toothpaste onto his brush, Edward began brushing his teeth; the brush drawing attention to his perfect lips. I sighed, feeling myself slip a little bit down the fall I'd pressed myself up against.
Ugh! Bastard. He knows I'm watching. I'm going to ignore him.
Reaching down, I pulled out some conditioner, carefully running it through my hair, making sure that I got every single strand. Washing my face, and rinsing out my hair, I had been doing a great job at avoiding looking in Edward's direction. That was, of course, until I noticed that he was casually stroking his erection as he brushed his teeth.
Oh god. I felt my knees begin to shake, and I had to physically restrain myself to keep from running out of the shower and dragging him in with me.
Suddenly, Edward rinsed off his toothbrush, stretched his arms up to the ceiling, and began walking back towards the shower.
Oh god, he was going to get in with me.
I didn't even have time to properly freak out, because suddenly, Edward was stepping into the shower, his lean body standing under one of the many streams of water that was coming from one of the many places on the walls and ceiling.
"Hey sunshine." Edward said, leaning down and placing a kiss on my forehead. I grinned at him, before reaching over to grab my loofah, squeezing some strawberry scented body wash onto the purple fabric. "Can I get some of that?" Edward asked, running his hands across his chest as though to emphasize of point. "Sure." I said, eying him warily, being careful to keep my eyes above his waist.
I squeezed some pink liquid out into his hands, capped the bottle, and placed it back on the shelf where it belonged. Slowly, I began lathering myself up, trying with all my might to avoid eye contact with Edward.
Hell, I couldn't even look in his general direction.
And then I heard him moan. It was so faint, I wasn't sure that I heard it at first, but then he did it again, just a little bit louder this time. My eyes, operating by their own volition, flicked over to him, and immediately dropped to his hips.
And that was the first time I had seen Edward Anthony Cullen bringing pleasure to himself.
He was slowly stroking up and down his length, as though he had all the time in the world. The soap was bubbling around his hand, leaving paths of bubbles along his length. The innocence of the bubbles seemed quite ironic given the action that was creating them.
Edward chose that moment to look up, catching my eyes with his. He grinned wickedly at me, before looking back down towards his cock. He began stroking harder, and I noticed that he had closed his eyes.
"Bella…" he said, his voice was strained and needy, and sent shockwaves through my core. Edward leaned his back against the shower wall, pushing his hips out and up into his hand, his moans becoming louder with each pass of his hand.
I stood there, slowly running the loofah over my body, watching him. It was as though I was stuck in a trance, unable to break my eyes away, unable to care that I was sitting here watching him perform a very private act.
Eventually, Edward's movements became erratic, his arms and legs began to shake with effort, and the veins in his neck began to pop out a little bit. I smiled, noting that he was getting ready to orgasm. "Oh, Bella." He said, pushing his hand along his length faster and faster. My name eventually began tumbling from his lips, and a few moments later, he was spurting out onto his hand.
Edward's moans could have shattered the glass walls around us.
Realizing that I had just watched Edward pleasure himself for… god knows how long, I finishing washing my body, threw my loofah back where it belonged, and practically jumped out of the shower. Grabbing my towels and wrapping one around myself, and throwing my hair up in the other, I ran out of the bathroom.
I patted myself dry, walking into the closet and throwing my towel in the laundry before walking over to the shelves in my closet to find some clothes. Sliding on a pair of boxers and an old Weezer t-shirt from one of their many concerts I'd been to, as well as a pair of socks, I ran my fingers through my hair to fluff out the curls before they dried.
I walked out into the kitchen, thinking about what I could possibly do to get this man out of my house. Of course, nothing came to mind.
Sighing, I leaned over the counter, clicking on my iHome, putting my iPod on shuffle.
I smiled to myself as the opening notes beats from one of my favorite songs came pumping through the speakers. I began pulling stuff out from the fridge and started singing along.
I feel like I've been blown apart
There are pieces here I don't know where they go
(I don't know where they go)
Kiss me on my salty lips
bet you feel a little crazy but for me we'll be famous on TV
I was dancing along in the kitchen, trying to decide what I wanted to make for breakfast. I walked over taking a quick stock of the cabinet. "Pancakes…" I mumbled to myself, and I began grabbing the necessities from the shelf.
Would it be my fault if I could turn you on
Would I be so bad if I could turn you on
When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it
Turn you upside down don't wanna waste it
I jump on you, you jump on me
You pushed me out and even though you know I love you
I feel inclined to slap you in the mouth
When I kiss your salty lips you will feel a little crazy
but for me Ill be famous on TV
Would it be my fault if I could turn you on
Would I be so bad if I could turn you on
When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it
Turn you upside down don't wanna waste it
Would it be my fault if I could turn you on
Would I be so bad if I could turn you on
When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it
Turn you upside down don't wanna waste it
Mixing the ingredients in a huge bowl, I pulled out a skillet and began warming it up. I had pulled out bananas, blueberries, and chocolate chips. I was going a little crazy this morning with the pancakes, but you never knew what I'd be in the mood for later.
Now will it be my fault if I take your love and throw it
Why you might restrain me
But could you really blame me
And you will feel you blown apart
All the pieces there will fit to make you whole
And I know where they go
Would it be my fault if I could turn you on
Would I be so bad if I could turn you on
When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it
Turn you upside down don't wanna waste it
When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it
Turn you upside down don't wanna waste it
When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it
Turn you upside down don't wanna waste it
After I had spooned the first batch of pancakes onto the skillet, I started making a pot of coffee.
I had just poured myself a cup when a certain Edward Cullen emerged from the shower, freshly shaven.
What the… Did he…
"Did you use my razor to shave?" I asked, the shock evident in my voice.
He looked at me with a smile on his face, and said, "Well, how did you expect me to shave, love?" I gaped at him.
Edward suddenly burst out laughing; he was barely able to look at me he was laughing so hard. And then I realized… he was in different clothes. Instead of the leftover pieces of the tux I expected to see him in, Edward was in black football shorts and a black t-shirt that hugged him in all the appropriate (or should I say inappropriate…) places.
Damn him for looking so fucking fine this morning. It's early, and he hasn't had coffee in his system yet. How in holy hell could he possibly look so good? Or smell so good for that matter….
I looked down at his hand and noticed that he was holding a small overnight bag.
"What is that?" I asked, looking at him, gesturing towards the bag in his hand.
He looked down at his hand before holding it up. "What does it appear to be, love?" the sarcasm evident in his voice. "Ha ha." I deadpanned. "Bite me."
Edward leaned close to me, he face inches from mine. "I'd be glad to." He said, his fresh breath fanning over my face.
We stood there a little longer, breathing each other's air, the tension so thick I could have cut it with a knife.
Just then, I noticed that Edward was leaning in, as though he was going to kiss me. I flipped, spinning around and turning back to the pancakes.
Perfect timing, they need to be turned.
I flipped the first batch, all chocolate chip because that's what I wanted, and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bit of fruit to nosh on while I waited for everything to finish cooking.
Pulling out two oranges, I placed mine on the counter, and tossed the other one at Edward. Chewing the orange quietly, I stared off into space a bit as I waited for the pancakes to finish.
There was no way that he felt anything for me. Just because I felt something for him, didn't mean that he returned my feelings.
I began turning the pancakes onto a plate, starting the next batch. I looked up, and noticed that Edward was watching me intently.
"What?" I asked, laughing awkwardly. He just smiled and shook his head. "Nothing…" he said, the cocky smirk finding its way back onto his face. I just sighed and shook my head.
Fine. You want to pretend like you didn't just give me the best sex of my life? That's fine. We don't have to talk about it at all. You want to play this game… game on.
I finished the pancakes, and pulled out plates, holding them out in Edward's direction. "Can you set the breakfast bar, please?" I asked, smiling innocently at him. Edward looked at me, as though he was gauging my actions, before grinning at me and taking the plates out of my hand.
When he reached over to remove the plates from me, his hand brushed up against mine. Letting his finger trail down along my hand, he hitched our pinkies together before finally removing the plates from my hand.
Standing there in shock, I stared at him, my mouth falling open when he winked at me before turning around and setting our plates on the counter.
He walked back into the kitchen, staring at the cabinets as though he was trying to remember something, before walking to one next to the dishwasher, pulling open the drawer, and taking out silverware.
"How did you know that that was my silverware drawer?" I asked, looking at him in astonishment.
"Well," Edward said, tapping his head, "I'm observant. Also, this is the most common place to keep silverware. Statistically." He said, gesturing to the drawer.
I shook my head. "Such a spy…" I muttered, looking down petulantly. Edward laughed out loud before walking back into the kitchen to grab two glasses and juice from the fridge. I watched him pour juice into each of the cups before refilling our coffee mugs.
"I was going to ask how you knew how I took my coffee…" I said, a smile on my face as I walked over to the breakfast bar and sat down, "but I know what you're going to say." Edward just looked at me over his shoulder as he stirred our cups, and winked at me.
"I pay attention to a lot of things about you, love." he said; the look on his face was joking, but his tone was completely serious.
Now, why the fuck did he need to go and do that? Now I have no idea what to think. Damn him. Damn him right to hell.
Edward walked back, carrying our coffees in his hand, placed mine gently in front of me and kissed my temple before sitting down beside me.
What. The. Fuck.
"EDWARD." I said, my voice firm. "You can't just go around kissing me. We're friends, that's it." Edward looked at me and chuckled; "Oh really… do friends do what we did last night? Or this morning…?" he looked at me, his eyes hooded, the green drawing me into him.
Damn him. Shit… I was saying that a lot.
"Yeah, what the fuck was that about?" I asked, laughing, trying to sound as casual as possible. I reached over, grabbing three pancakes and throwing them on my plate, slathering them in syrup. Taking a huge bite, I looked over at him, expectantly.
He chuckled, running a hand awkwardly through his hair as he started making his own plate. "Well, there is this really beautiful woman that I know. I really want to get to know her better, but I work with her; so it can't go there. But last night, we had the most amazing sex I've ever had, to have something to compare our friendship too. And, well, when I woke up a little sexually frustrated this morning… I had to… uh… take care of it."
"Hm…" I said, chewing my pancakes and pretending to look up thoughtfully, "lucky girl." I said, smiling at him.
"If only she thought so." He mumbled; I looked up then, bringing my eyes to his. Our eyes locked, his green eyes grabbing onto my chocolate ones, his gaze threatening to overcome me.
We sat like that for a while, for how long, I'll probably never know, until we were suddenly broken apart by my phone ringing
"I know I should get next to you
You got a look that makes me think you're cool
But it's just sexual attraction
Not something real so I'd rather keep wackin' "
I hopped up, running over to grab my phone before any more of my ringtone played. I loved that song, but knowing who it was… Edward was definitely going to get the wrong idea.
Though, why the fuck should I be concerned? Seriously… fuck him.
"Hey, Jake. What's good?" I said, smiling, as I walked back over to the breakfast bar, hopping into my seat before taking a huge bite of my pancakes.
"I want to meet with you and Edward before we continue the mission. We need to plan together, talk about what he knows, what we know… have you gotten the name of his MC? Jake asked. "What the hell is an MC Jake?" I asked, laughing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Edward looking at me. Well, I guess staring was the appropriate term. And he didn't seem happy.
Good. Asshole. That's what you fucking get for sleeping with me and then flirting with me. False hope… god, he's SUCH A DICK.
"Mission coordinator, Bellie. Mission coordinator. Get with the program." Jake laughed, and I heard someone slap him upside the head.
"Don't be such an ass, Jake. Bella is your best friend, you will respect her." I heard Leah say in the background. I immediately started laughing, "THANKS LEAH!" I yelled into the phone, laughing as I shoveled pancakes into my mouth.
"No problem, Bella. I'll reign him in for you!" I heard Leah yell back.
Hahaha, I guess Jake had her on speaker. To be able to share my secret with someone like that…
"But anyway, yes, Jake. His name is Emmett."
I saw Edward perk up at the mention of Emmett. What I would give to know what he was thinking right now.
"Okay, I'll get in contact with him and call you back in… an hour and a half."
I sighed, "Okay, Jake. I'll talk to you then."
I hung up, tossing the phone back onto the counter before reaching back for more food.
"Bella… who the hell was that?" Edward asked. His voice sounded tense, as though he was trying to restrain himself, as though he was trying to control his anger. I laughed, and instead of turning my head to look at him, angled my neck and looked at him over my shoulder.
"My MC." I answered, flashing him a smile before continuing to eat. "Your…what?" Edward asked, the anger still flashing in his eyes.
I looked at him for a few seconds before immediately busting out in laughter. "Edward. He's my mission coordinator, and my best friend. And he and his girlfriend are the best couple ever. So you can stop doing that weird 'jealous guy' thing. It's not cute."
Okay, so it was a little cute.
Scooping the last bit of pancakes into my mouth, I walked back into the kitchen, cleaned my plate and tossed it in the dishwasher. I walked into the living room, grabbed my latest book off of my coffee table and flopped on the couch.
Lying down, I sat the book up on my chest so I could read, running my hand along my stomach underneath my shirt. I heard Edward rustling around in the kitchen, opening and closing the dishwasher, before I heard his footsteps start getting closer to me. Shit.
Before I knew what was happening, Edward had taken the book from my hands, thrown it across the room, and stared down at me. The anger that had once taken up home in his eyes was no longer there.
It was replaced with the lust that I was so familiar with.
Oh god. I cannot handle this right now. I cannot handle this at all, let alone right now. Besides the fact that I'm massively disgusting…why the hell did I eat SIX PANCAKES?
"Excuse me." I said, looking up at him. He smiled down at me. "What?" he asked, feigning innocence; I rolled my eyes, before sitting up and patting the couch next to me. "Sit." I said, smiling at him.
Edward plopped down on the couch, throwing his legs out onto the coffee table in front of him. "Excuse me!" I said, laughing and swatting his legs off the table. "Get your nasty feet off the table. I don't know if this is acceptable in London, but it is certainly not acceptable in my house."
Edward laughed, moving his feet off my table. "Did you want to talk about something?" he asked, his gorgeous, lilting voice making me want to smile.
"Jake wants to meet with us and talk about what the plan is. Apparently I'm supposed to tell you to bring Emmett. Is he in the states, or what is the deal there?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled. "He's here. So is his wife. She's an absolute ax wound. Total article. But they're great together." I smiled, "I love your British slang. It's so cool. Say something else."
Edward just laughed, "I will not be degraded in this manner, Miss Swan."
I giggled, slapping his chest, before picking myself up off of the couch.
"I'm going on a run. You're more than welcome to tag along, but it's going to be a long one." Edward looked at me, "How long?"
I snickered for a bit before Edward gave me a look. Smiling, I said, "About ten miles. Not as many as usual, but it will have to do, I guess."
I leaned back on my heels, and spun around, walking out of the room. Half way down the hall, I turned my head over my shoulder; "Come on, princess, get your arse up." I said, laughing a little at my horrendous accent. Edward chuckled at my attempt at British slang, but I heard him at least begin to move his ass off the couch.
Walking back into my room, I quickly changed into my running clothes and pulled my hair up. Slipping on my running shoes, I jogged back out into the kitchen. "Edward?" I said, looking around for him.
"Right here, Bella." I spun around, and saw Edward leaning against the wall near the door. "Ready?" I asked, reaching back and running my fingers through my ponytail and pulling it tight.
Edward nodded, reaching his hand out to hand me a bottle of water he had at his side. Smiling, I took a swig, before walking out the door, Edward on my tail.
After locking the door, and shoving the key in my sneaker, Edward and I hopped into the elevator to begin our descent to the lobby.
As soon as the door shut, I felt like I was shot through with an electric current. Every cell in my body was alive, practically buzzing with anticipation. What I was anticipating, I'm not exactly sure… though I'm almost positive that it had something to do with the fact that Edward was so close to me.
Occasionally, as we descended, Edward's finger would brush up against mine, causing a shock to shoot up my arm. The urge to press the stop button and throw Edward up against the wall continued to get greater as we went down; thank god I had really good self-control.
Finally, the elevator got down to the lobby, and I practically ran out of the elevator. "Do you talk while you run?" Edward asked, looking at me. "I usually run alone… so no. I mean, we can if you want…" I said, looking over at him nervously. "I wouldn't want you to do anything that you aren't used to. Besides," he said, reaching into his pocket, "I brought my iPod." He smiled, holding it up for me to see.
I grinned, before producing my own iPod, putting it in my armband, and securing the band to my upper arm.
"Where do you stretch?" He asked, looking between the door and me. I gestured towards the door with my head, as I began walking outside. "Hello, Mike." I said, smiling at the doorman. "Hello, Bella." Mike said, a goofy smile on his face, "Enjoy your run."
I grinned, before walking out the door, Edward on my heels.
I could still feel him. Is it weird that I can feel his presence…? Oh god, I need to run this out. Immediately.
We stretched quickly on the sidewalk, loosening up our muscles a little bit from the night before. "How far is five miles out?" Edward asked, as he stretched out his hamstrings. "To the warship." I said, stretching my arms out over my head. I bent over, touched my toes for a few seconds before shooting up and bouncing up and down a few times on my toes.
"Want to race?" I asked, smiling cockily at him. Edward chuckled, his eyes darkening as he looked at me. "You seriously think that you can outrun me?" I stared at him for a few seconds, before I winked and clicked on my iPod. Then I took off running.
As the Violent Femmes pumped through my ears, my feet pounded down on the concrete, my body pushing itself to the limit so that I could beat Edward. I knew that if I got enough of a lead early, it would discourage him. Though, I was honestly worried about his stamina.
He had amazing stamina… AGH! STOP THINKING THAT WAY!
I could feel Edward behind me, but I didn't dare look back. I just continued to push myself, forcing my feet to move as quickly as they could across the ground, just trying to make sure that I stayed a little bit ahead of Edward at all times.
I reached the warship about a minute before Edward did, about a half an hour later. Spinning around, I began sprinting back to my apartment, passing Edward on the way. Our eyes locked as I passed him, and I winked, before I started churning my legs faster.
By the time I got back to my apartment, I felt like my entire body was on fire. I had never run that hard, never forced myself along at that speed. I could have collapsed right there on the porch. I plopped down on the grass outside my building while I waited for Edward and took my pulse.
Holy shit… 210. That's probably not healthy.
Just then, Edward came bounding over, in what appeared to be a light run. As he approached, he slowed to a quick walk, before coming over to me on the grass and collapsing on top of me.
His body was hot and sweaty against mine, his entire shirt completely soaked through with sweat, despite the fact that it was bitterly cold out.
We lay there for a few seconds before I started laughing. It wasn't a respectful, quiet laugh. No, it was a full, body-shaking laugh that echoed around us. "I beat you, I beat you!" I said, shimmying my hips underneath him as though I were dancing. I began pumping my hands in the air in a pseudo-victory dance, smiling and laughing as I continued my victory celebrations.
"Bella." Edward said, his voice strained, "Can you please stop doing that?" I halted my movements then, "Why," I asked, "what's wrong? Afraid people will hear that I beat you?" I laughed. "Not exactly…" he said, moving above me so that his hips came in contact with my left thigh.
Oh. OH. THAT'S why he doesn't want me to go anywhere… Hm. Well, it's pretty damn impressive that he was able to get it up… especially seeing as how it's fucking freezing out here.
Sighing, I reached up and patted his shoulder. "Sorry, bud."
Edward sighed in return, and bent down to place a kiss on my cheek. "No problem, love. Now, let's go upstairs. We both need to shower again." Edward rolled off of me, stood up, before reaching down to take my hand.
Of course, the electric pulse that shot through my hand was expected now.
We got back up into the apartment, and I quickly stripped off my clothes, walking back to my room in my sports bra and running spandex. "You can go get a shower in one of the guest bathrooms, Edward. Just pick whichever room you like."
Edward sighed and nodded, before disappearing into one of my many extra bedrooms. Breathing a sigh of relief, I walked back into my bedroom, tossing my clothes into the hamper just inside my closet. Stripping down, I walked back into the shower, and turned that water on, heating it before I needed to step in.
I reached back, and combed through my hair with my fingers a few times, trying to loosen the strands before I washed it. After a few minutes, I stepped into the shower, allowing my muscles to relax under the heat of the water. Sighing, I washed my hair, allowing the soothing motion of my fingers in my hair to relax me. As I washed the sweat and grime off of my body, I let my mind wander a bit.
I need to call Jake after I get out… come up with a plan. Maybe I'll have Edward call Emmett…? We do need to meet each other's respective MCs today… speaking of Edward… how is it that he can turn me on so completely? Everything about him nearly does me in. Every time he looks at me, I wanted to rip my clothes off. AGH.
I sighed, and finished washing up, before shutting off the water and stepping out, wrapping a huge towel around myself. Walking out of my bathroom, I walked into my closet, pulling out some clothes to wear. I slid on a pair of black skinny jeans and a The Black Keys band t-shirt; the shirt was a light blue with a huge picture of a bloodhound on it, The Black Keys surrounding the image. Running a towel through my hair, and fluffing out my curls, I slipped some socks on my feet and walked out into the living room to wait for Edward.
I clicked on the television, flipping over to the BBC News Network. I sat quietly watching the news until I heard Edward coming back into the room. I looked over at him and immediately started laughing.
Edward looked down at himself. "What?" he asked, "I'm wearing all my clothes right…" I started laughing uncontrollably, waving my hand in front of my face, trying to keep myself from turning too red. I stood up, trying to contain my laughter, as I gestured down to the front of my shirt.
Edward looked at me for a few seconds before he, too, started laughing hysterically. "How… did we… manage… to pick… the same… band?" Edward asked, wiping tears away from his face. Edward was wearing a black t-shirt that said, "This is my The Black Keys t-shirt".
"I don't know." I said, giggling. I sat back down on the couch, wiping tears away from my face, taking a few deep breaths as I resumed watching BBC. Edward plopped down next to me, watching me watch the news. "What is it with you and British people?" he asked, smiling at me.
"I don't watch American news." I said defensively. Edward just laughed as we settled down into the couch listening to the reporters jabber about what was going on in the world.
Suddenly, my phone began ringing, signaling that Jake was calling me back.
"I know I should get next to you
You got a look that makes me think you're cool
But it's just sexual attraction
Not something real so I'd rather keep wackin' "
I hopped up, running into the kitchen to grab my phone off of the counter. "Hey Jake. What's good?" I said, smiling. "Hey Bells. So let's get together and meet sometime today. I'm good to meet at three." I looked over at the clock… two o'clock. Perfect. "Sound good, Jake. How does The Claddaugh Pub sound?" I asked, leaning over to tap Edward on the shoulder. "Call Emmett, Claddaugh Pub, three o'clock." I whispered, gesturing towards my head in a phone like gesture.
Edward nodded, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone, and walked into the dining room to call Emmett.
"Okay, Bells. I'll meet you two there. Is he calling his MC?" I held the phone away from my head, so that I could hear Edward on the phone in the dining room. "Hey Em, this is Edward…."
Smiled, "Yep, they're on the phone now, Jake. We'll see you there. Are you bringing Leah?" "No," Jake said, "I told her that I needed to go for work. She's okay with it."
"Okay," I said, "but just so you know, I think that Emmett, Edward's MC, is probably bringing his wife. They are here together. Though, I'm assuming that she knows everything, and is under the strictest of confidentiality agreements like Leah is." Jake laughed, "That's fine, Bells. As long as you are okay with her being there."
I smiled, "Of course I am Jake. If I wasn't, I would ask Edward not to allow her." "I know you would, Bells." Jake said, "But I'll see you later. Bye!" he said. I grinned, shutting the phone off, and shoving it in my pocket.
Edward emerged a few minutes later, putting his phone back into his own pocket. "Alright, we're good. Emmett and Rose will meet us at The Claddaugh Pub in an hour."
Edward sat down on the couch next to me, laying down and throwing his legs over my lap. Edward smiling, grabbed my hand, and pulled me down so that I was lying on his chest.
He began running his fingers through my hair, which had since dried from the shower, as he breathed in deeply. "Tell me about yourself, Bella." He said, his voice quiet. I angled my head so that I could look at him. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything." He answered simply; I sighed, before turning my head again so that I was looking away from him.
"Well, I was born in Forks, Washington. It's a tiny little town about three hours away from Seattle. My mom, Renee moved to Phoenix when I was two, leaving my dad back in Forks. She married a shortstop from the Diamondbacks, Phil Dwyer, and she was really happy. Phil got traded to the Marlins, so I moved back up to Forks with my dad when I was sixteen. I lived with Charlie until I graduated, went to UDub, then moved east when I got the job with the CIA."
"I want more than just the abridged version, Isabella Marie." he said; I could feel him staring down at me disapprovingly. "Ohhh breaking out the full name." I joked, chuckling lightly. He didn't say anything, just continued to run his hands through my hair. "It's your turn…" I said, the uncomfortable tone in my voice completely killing my opportunity to even remotely play it cool.
"Well…" Edward said, his fingers tracing patterns on my neck. "I was born in Truro, in Cornwall. My brother Emmett was born about a year after I was, and we are inseparable. My parents, Carlisle and Esme, are still together and very much in love. They inspire me, and make me want to find that for myself. My grandfather, also Edward Cullen, was supposed to be Duke of Cornwall, but he turned the position down, choosing to stay home with his family. My family still has royal duties, though, which is kind of bollocks. Emmett and I, of course, have decided that pursuing our own career options after university was more important than working with the royalty of England, and here we are." Edward stopped talking, and we continued to lie there, the silence stretching out in front of us.
Eventually, he sighed, and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "Let's play a game." He said. I smiled, and nodded my head against his chest, not really in the mood to speak at the moment.
"Okay, we're going to alternate asking questions. We both need to answer the question, and we need to answer honestly. I'll ask first."
"Of course you will…" I muttered, smiling. Edward just chuckled, and resumed running his fingers through my hair. "Favorite color?" he asked, "Mine's blue."
"Uhmmm… green." I answered. "Okay, now your turn." He said, tapping his finger on the side of my head. "Birthday?" I said, "Mine is 13 September 1985."
"20 June, same year." He said. We continued like this for forty-five minutes, switching back and forth, asking each other question after question. Sometimes they were ridiculous, like when Edward asked what my favorite fabric pattern is, or when I asked what his favorite kitchen appliance was. Sometimes, they were more serious, like when he asked, "If you could see one change in the world, what would it be?"
I've never had the chance to learn so much about someone so quickly.
I learned that there is so much more to Edward. He isn't just a pretty face… he is a strong, intelligent, and determined man. He knows what he wants, he always did, and he was never afraid to go for it. He basically told his "royal duties" to suck it, and went off and pursued what he wanted to, which ultimately brought him to me.
He was like me in that way.
When I first graduated from UDub with a job offer from the CIA, Charlie did everything that he could to keep me on the west coast. I loved him, and I didn't want to leave him, but I knew that I was going to have to in order to grow as a person, not to mention the fact that this was the job of my dreams.
The night I left, Charlie and I were having an argument in the kitchen over my departure. I couldn't believe that he was still so insistent that I stay, that I did the worst thing I could have possibly done: I threw my mother's leaving words back at him.
When my father went to bed that night, I crept into my room, tears rolling down my face as I packed. I scribbled a note to my father, telling him that I was leaving, and flew out to Washington D.C.
I lived in a small apartment in Baltimore for a few months, waiting for the big checks from the CIA to pile up, until I moved into the pent house I was currently living in.
I still hadn't made up with Charlie. I wanted to, but I don't think that he was ready to hear from me…
Hmmm… maybe that is what Edward wanted to hear when he asked about me.
Sighing, I turned my wrist so I could check my watch. "Agh… we have to go." I said, jumping out from behind Edward. I reached out, pulled Edward to his feet, and we shuffled out of my apartment, and into the elevator.
As we rode down to the garage, we were talking and laughing, taking turns telling each other stupid jokes, or stories about some really ridiculous things we'd done growing up.
"Once, when I was about seven, I was visiting Charlie, and he took me to La Push to go visit Jacob. Jake had just gotten a new trick bike, so he and I were taking turns making skid marks on the driveway outside his house. Jake was really good at it, and made a really long one, so I tried to beat him. I ended up squeezing the front brake too early, and ended up flying over the handle bars, getting road rash all the way down my right side."
Edward and I were doubled over laughing as we walked over to my car. "Where was your dad during all this?" Edward asked, gasping out the words between his laughter. "My dad was on the lake fishing with Billy, Jake's dad. Jake had to scrape me up off the pavement, throw me in the grass, and go running to the lake. The whole time he was screaming, "Dad! Charlie! Bella's dead!"…" I laughed again, wiping tears away from my eyes as I got into the car. "I've never seen Charlie run so fast in his life." Edward and I kept laughing as I pulled out of the garage and into the afternoon sun.
"Once," Edward said, laughing at the memory as we pulled into traffic, "Emmett and I got it in our heads that we were going to catch a fox for my mother for her birthday." "A fox?" I asked, looking at him in shock.
"Yeah… my dad was always calling my mum a fox, so we assumed that that meant it was her favorite animal. We didn't figure out what it actually meant until we were older." He chuckled a bit before finishing his story. "So, we used to sit outside in the dark, tracking the movements of all these foxes that used to run through the woods behind my house. We looked up what they ate, and set up a trap." I laughed, already knowing where this was going.
Edward laughed with me for a second before continuing, "So, the night before my mum's birthday, Emmett and I snuck out, and placed our trap near a fox hole that we'd found in the woods one day. We sat out there for hours in the pitch black, being dead silent, waiting for a fox. Finally, at god knows what hour, we managed to catch one. We were so excited, that Emmett and I ran over to the cage and opened it. Of course, because I was the older brother, I was responsible for reaching into the box first. So, Emmett rips the top off, and runs about ten feet away, just as a very cross fox leaps out of the cage and attaches itself to my arm."
We both busted out laughing, my hand shaking as I attempted to change gears as I convulsed with laughter.
"So the thing runs away, and Emmett and I take off running to the house. We go busting in through the back door, screaming bloody murder, until both our parents come running downstairs, in various stages of undress of course, seeing as how it was my mother's birthday night. They see the bite mark on my arm, and my mother starts yelling, asking me where I got it from… all that. We told her everything, and my father had to drive us to the hospital all the way in town. It turned out, that I had contracted rabies from the damn thing. Needless to say, my parents installed a motion sensor security system after that, so Em and I couldn't escape." We both started howling with laugher, as we approached the pub we were supposed to meet Emmett, Rosalie, and Jake at.
We parked, getting out, and walking into the pub. I did a quick scan of the crowd for Jake; I didn't see him, so I tapped Edward. "See your people?" I whispered. Edward shook his head no, so we walked over to the hostess.
The hostess was eye-raping Edward with everything she had. Back off, bitch.
"Hello," I said, my voice clipped, "table for five please?" I smiled sweetly, trying to stop thinking about all the ways that I could easily kill or injure her.
Can't stare at him without eyes can you?
She tore her eyes away from him, making eye contact with me for a second, before reaching down and grabbing five menus. "Follow me." She said, looking right at Edward.
She walked ahead of us, shaking her ass, obviously trying to get Edward to watch her. Edward, on the other hand, seemed to be looking anywhere but at her ass, as he reached his hand over, settling it on my hip and pulling me into his side.
I smiled, and snuggled up into his side as we continued to walk to our table.
The hostess led us to a small table in the middle of the restaurant, near a whole bunch of other diners. Fuck, this wasn't going to-
"Excuse me," Edward said, his voice smooth as silk as he reached into his pocket to grab something before his hand returned to his side, "I'm afraid we would like a little more privacy. Could you make that happen for us?"
Well, shit Edward. When you speak like that, even I'd give you anything you fucking want.
She nodded just as dumbly as I would have, before leading us to a more secluded area of the restaurant. "Does this work?" She asked, he annoying vixen voice restoring my hate for her. "It's excellent, thank you." He said, and he reached over, quickly slipping her a tip. She pocketed the money without checking the denomination, and laid the menus out on the table before quickly disappearing.
We sat there, looking over the menus, and had just ordered drinks when a tall, dark haired, very muscular man, and gorgeous blonde woman arrived at our table. "Em! Rose!" Edward said, jumping out of his seat to wrap them each in a hug. He gestured towards me, "This is Bella. Bella, this," he gestured towards the tall guy, "is Emmett. And this," he gestured towards the supermodel, "is Rosalie."
They sat down next to each other, on Edward's side. "So, Bella," Emmett said, a broad smile on his face, "how does it feel to have to work with our little Eddie here?" Edward scowled, and I giggled, "He's a great partner. Really… determined." I said, laughing.
Emmett smiled; of course, it made me immediately suspicious that he already knew everything. Damn it. They know we slept together. Eff.
"Emmett is my mission coordinator, or MC as you so affectionately call it. Rosalie is my techie." I nodded in understanding, just as I heard someone come bounding up the stairs towards us. Spinning around, I smiled. "Jake!" I squealed, hopping out of my seat and throwing myself into Jake's arms. Jake laughed, and squeezed me tightly in his huge arms. Jake let me go, and Edward was staring him down. I chuckled at him, rolling my eyes at him. "Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie, this is Jake. Jake, this is Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie." I said, gesturing to each person as I said his or her name.
We sat back down just as the waitress returned, taking the drink orders for the new arrivals.
Rosalie cracked her knuckles under the table, before leaning over and looking at me. "So, do you have any plans for this mission?" she asked. Her voice was smooth and gorgeous, like she was, yet demanding.
"I have been thinking about it, yes." I said, looking at her. "I don't really want to talk about it out in public…" I said, laughing. Rosalie nodded in understanding, a slight smile forming on the sides of her mouth.
Perfect. I've won her over.
Emmett, I knew, had been won over easily. No clever line needed.
We sat and chatted through lunch, not covering our plans for the mission until we ordered post-meal coffee. Once the coffee was placed onto the table, and the waitress was gone, we dove into a lengthy conversation about what we wanted to do.
"Well, from what I know, James is currently in Thailand…"
"How are we going to get into dealings with Victoria and Riley?" "Well, we could…"
"What kind of technology are you feeling for this mission…?"
"Where are we getting the money for the purchase of the File before the arrest?"
"Who is handling the arrest?"
Once we had everything sorted out, for the most part, we all went our separate ways. I stood up, and Edward walked over to stand beside me, with Em, Rose, and Jake standing across from us. Edward shook Em and Jake's hands, before giving Rose a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I gave Em, Rose, and Jake each a hug and kiss on the cheek, before smiling and walking out of the restaurant with Edward.
We climbed into my car, buckled our seatbelts, silence filling the car for a few minutes. "So, I've never seen Rose take to someone so quickly before. She's normally a total ax wound when she meets someone for the first time. She really must like you."
I smiled, turning my head to look at him. "Really?" I asked, laughter bubbling out of me. He just nodded, a kind of shocked look on his face. "I'm actually kind of scared. I've never seen her accept someone so quickly. She loves you."
Well, I guess that's a damn good thing then.
I smiled, but didn't say anything. And the silence stretched ahead of us as we drove back to my place so that Edward could get his stuff.
I clicked on the radio, switching to my favorite radio station, praying that something good would be on the radio.
Just then, the opening bars to Thunder Road by Bruce Springsteen came pulsing through my speakers. Smiling, I sat back in my seat, listening to my favorite song, allowing the easy, monotonous movements of driving to relax me.
We pulled into the garage underneath my building, parked the car, and got into the elevator. We walked into my penthouse a few minutes later, and I immediately walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
"So, where are you sleeping tonight?" I asked, walking into the living room, where Edward was perched on my couch.
"Uhm… about that." Edward said, looking away from me awkwardly. "Oh god." I said, slumping down on the couch next to him. "What?" I said. "I actually don't have a place to stay…" he said, looking over at me from underneath his lashes.
I stared at him.
My silence forced Edward to repeat the words I was sure would kill me. "Can I stay here?"
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