Okay, here is the 5th chapter. I wanted to get it out to you before I got on the plane to fly home. I'm going to have a busy couple of days between flying home, packing up my stuff, driving back to school, and starting school up again, so I am not sure when if will be able to update soon. I am going to try to work on the story tonight at the airport if I can. I hope everyone enjoys this one, particularly those of you who have reviewed multiple times . I really appreciate you!
Dance? He was really pulling out all the stops tonight to make sure I did as many things I didn't typically like to do as possible. First there was the surprise weekend vacation, then there were the dress and heels and the exorbitantly priced gifts, and now we were going to be dancing. The interesting thing was, even though the day was filled with things I typically shied away from, this was the best weekend I could remember in a long time. Though, how any weekend could be bad with Edward around was beyond me.
"Edward," I started, and the whiney tone in my voice was not lost on me. "You know how I feel about dancing." Even as I said the words, I noticed how half hearted they really sounded. There was certainly a part of me that secretly wanted to dance with Edward. My nervousness about falling, particularly with the threat of my tall high heels, and habit are what produced my complaint. Truth be told, I knew there was no way Edward would ever let me fall. He knew I knew that too.
My angel chuckled lightly in my ear and said, "We both know I would never let you fall, love. You even enjoyed yourself a bit last time. Please dance with me."
My cheeks burned when he used the word, "please." If he wanted to dance, we would dance, and there was a good possibility I would enjoy myself immensely. I hadn't answered his request, so he began placing feather light kisses along my jaw line and my cheek. His power over me was overwhelming, though he would claim I was the one who had power over him.
"Of course I will dance with you," I finally replied, reaching my arms up and gently running my nails up and down his neck. He pulled back, smiling brilliantly at me before standing and offering me his hand while saying, "May I have this dance?"
I smiled and nodded before taking his hand. As I stood, he pulled me close and we walked a few steps away from the table to begin dancing. I turned to face him and he knelt down before me, softly taking my left ankle in one hand and lifting gently under my left knee. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and he lifted my leg enough to slip the death trap shoe off my foot. He cared enough about my nerves to take my shoes off while we danced. He leaned in to kiss the top of my foot before setting my leg back down on the ground. As Edward lowered my leg, he gently caressed my calf and ran his long fingers down my leg.
As he repeated the process on my right leg, it dawned on me how rarely Edward had ever touched my bare legs and that this was one of the single most sensual moments of my life. That turned the small shivers running down my back into a more pronounced shudder, causing me to increase the tightness of my grip on his shoulders.
Edward looked up at me, clearly having enjoyed my reaction to his attention to my legs. He seemed overjoyed by the fact he pleased me. What on earth did I do to deserve this man whose greatest joy was doing things to make me happy? A sudden wave of emotion flooded me as I looked down at him. The love and devotion I felt was almost too much to handle and I felt and uncharacteristic tear slip from my eye.
He stood, running his hands over my hips and then reached up to my face to catch my tear with his finger. He took his finger and slowly brought it to his mouth to taste it, making sure to look me in the eye the whole time. Oh wow. I had suspected early in our relationship that he had tasted my tears while we were sitting at his piano, but here was further proof. He was flaunting his desire for me like he never had before, and the fire in my cheeks raged. Where had all of this new behavior come from? We had burst through several new barriers tonight.
He kissed me as he pulled me up on top of his feet, to dance as we did at the prom. Even without heels, this was probably for the best considering my coordination issues. Edward pulled me close, wrapping his arm around my back, reminding me how open my dress was. I settled in, resting my head against his chest as he moved our clasped hands, my right and his left, over his silent heart.
We danced much more slowly than we did at the prom. There was quiet music that had been playing throughout our dinner, and it was the perfect tempo for our slow dance. Every few minutes, he would lean in and kiss my hair, my temple, or my cheek. This had to be what heaven felt like. He bent to hum the tune in my ear and rubbed his hand over back, moving it up and down. The feeling was intoxicating.
I could tell how much he was enjoying the backless dress. Edward would typically hold my waist when we were close or dancing, but tonight he had spent a great deal of the evening running his fingers over my spine and tracing patterns across my upper and lower back. He couldn't take his hands off of me, and I loved it. It was new and intimate in a way I had never felt before. I reveled in the feeling.
He traced his cold fingers down my back again, and then, in a bolder move, traced them up my right side, flirting with the edge of the fabric. I couldn't help my reaction. I giggled and cringed into him, but away from his hand. It tickled when he touched me like that. He pulled his hand away quickly, worried he had stepped too far out of line, or had acted in an ungentlemanly way, but hearing my giggle and seeing the smile on my face, realized what had happened and smirked devilishly, clearly looking for some way to do it again.
"A bit ticklish, are we?" he asked with the smirk, holding me a bit tighter and running his fingers up my side again.
"Yes!" I squealed and made futile attempts to escape his unbreakable hold. I continued to laugh and squirm as he held me closer and continued to tickle my side. He stopped after a minute and I smacked him lightly on the chest with my left hand.
"That was mean," I said, putting on my best attempt at a playful pout. It seemed to work.
"Oh, I'm sorry, love. Can I make it up to you?" he said, with his crooked grin stuck firmly in place.
I shook my head and stuck my bottom lip out. It was rare that I acted this childish, or even this girly for that matter, but I was trying my hardest to flirt with him. He seemed to love it.
"Please Bella?" he questioned, turning my playful pout back on me. Oh that wasn't fair at all. He knew I wouldn't be able to resist him pouting.
"Fine. Give it your best shot Mr. Cullen," I replied, knowing he would be amused I called him "Mr. Cullen."
"Thank you love," he simpered. And then, without warning, he picked me up and spun me around a couple of times, while kissing my neck between each word of his "apology."
"Please. Forgive. My. Rude. Behavior," he said between the kissed. I was laughing out loud at his sudden action, and he was just as jubilant as he put me back down on my feet. We were both laughing as he pulled me in for a hug and said, "So, am I forgiven?"
Stealing one of his lines, I replied, "There is nothing to forgive." He smiled triumphantly, as if he was forgiven for an actual argument, rather than the two of us just joking around while dancing, and bent in to kiss me firmly.
"My relief is overwhelming," he said as he pulled me back up onto his feet to continue our dancing. The mood had been lightened by the tickling incident, and some of the intense sexual tension had been lifted, which was probably for the best anyway. We slipped into comfortable conversation as we continued to dance.
There was a question still plaguing me. Something I was curious about from before that I knew he would have considered after I asked it this morning. "Edward," I started, "Have you considered what I asked you this morning about something we can do together that you have never done before?"
He looked back at me, deep in thought. "Actually, I have," he started. "I am not quite sure what you will think of my answer, but the human experience I want is to be married, hold on, there is more to it than that," he said, effectively stopping me from trying to cut him off and tell him he already tried that answer.
"I would like to have the experience of doing and seeing everything for the first time together as a married man alongside you. I want to see the wonder in your eyes as you gaze upon the Egyptian pyramids for the first time, I want to go to the Taj Mahal with my beautiful wife for the first time to truly experience the romance of the place, and I want to go on a trip around the world, only the two of us, seeing everything for the first time again. I have not been everywhere in the world yet Bella, and we can discover those places together, if you would like. We can do whatever we like. We can climb mountains, run through the rainforest to see ancient ruins, or swim to the bottom of the ocean. Just us," he finished.
"Edward, you made this about me again. This is supposed to be about you," I replied softly. I wanted to be mad, really I did, but I just couldn't find the appropriate amount of anger. He was being honest. I could see it in his eyes. And on top of that, what he wanted sounded perfect to me.
"You have to understand that everything I do is in an attempt to make you happy Bella. You are my everything, my life. I do not even want to remember a time in my life where you were not a part of it. Of course my request is as much about you as it is about me," he said, his eyes burning with the passion and truth in his words.
"I love you," I answered, simply. He was perfect. There was no way around it. He was the epitome of perfection. I pulled down on his neck, and he responded to my pressure, brining his face and mouth down to a kissable level. I kissed him with intensity. I wanted him to feel all of my emotions in the kiss. We continued to kiss for several minutes, his hands running down my back and up my sides, my hands moving between his chest and his hair. We weren't just kissing at this point, we were kind of making out… On the deck of the yacht… Not to mention we were out in the open in a place where the yacht staff could probably watch everything we were doing.
"Maybe we should move down to the room so we can have a little more privacy," Edward said, as I tried to slow down my breathing, completely confirming my suspicion we were in a place where we could be watched.
"Can the waiter see us?" I asked, blushing furiously and burying my head in his chest.
"Among other people, yes. Don't worry though love, this is one of the more PG shows they have seen on this deck. It would seem the people who typically rent this yacht are a bit more uninhibited," he answered, when suddenly his look turned sour and his body stiffened.
"What's wrong?' I asked, made nervous by the sudden change in his posture.
"I do not like or appreciate the way they are thinking about you," he said through clenched teeth. Edward looked irate as he removed his tuxedo jacket and placed it over my shoulders. His look turned smug as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again, angling us slightly to give the hidden individuals a good show. When he was finished marking his territory, he released me and picked up my shoes before picking me up in his arms to head down to the bedroom.
"Very mature Edward," I said laughing as we headed down the hallway and arrived at the door of our room.
"If you were in my position, you would have done the same, my love. As much as I hated to cover you up with my jacket, it had to be done. They were very jealous as I was carrying you down here. I am an extremely lucky man Isabella," he said with a smile, opening the door to the room. He carried me into the room and set me on my feet and placed my shoes on the ground next to the door. He came back over to me and took his jacket off of my shoulders and put it on the back of the chair sitting next to us.
"There, much better," he said. I blushed instantly, and tried to find some of the confidence I had been working on earlier in the evening. I spun around in a circle and then walked away from him, trying to move my hips in a provocative way, and looking over my shoulder suggestively at him. These actions may have worked for a more coordinated person, but seeing as how I am still me, I managed to trip over a rug and nearly hit the ground before he had me safely in his arms, laughing hysterically.
I was humiliated. I couldn't even pretend to be sexy in a coordinated manner. My face flushed red and I covered my eyes with my hands.
"Love, don't be embarrassed. Look at me," he said, prying my hands off of my eyes. "You are the most beautiful, tempting, seductive woman in the world," he said kissing me softly, "but I do think it is time for you to get changed for bed." He picked me up in his arms and took me to the bathroom where my bag was left earlier and set me down in front of it. "Alice packed me pajamas to wear as well," he said with curious smile, but he didn't elaborate. What was that about?
"Alright, I said, I'm going to shower and change, and I'll be out shortly," I said, reaching up on my toes to give him a quick kiss before he left the room.
Alright, it's a bit shorter than I intended, but if I went much further, the chapter would stretch much further than I have time to write at this point. I hope you all enjoyed it. :)