Minibusted

Caution: This chapter is rated M for Lemons.

All Stephenie's crew, not mine. No sue. Because I love the Cullens and their friends and I don't like their petty enemies. All songs belong to their respective owners.

Chapter 3: Practice, Edward!

Rated M for sexuality. Lemons.

Edward's pov

Bella moaned softly as I kissed her awake. Her arms reached out to draw me closer, and she breathed me in. The thirst flared in my throat momentarily, then dulled. I was not hungry. At least, not for blood. I pulled her closer, drawing the infinity symbol repeatedly on her neck with my lips, and she arched. Her hands started to explore, a little lower than I was going to presently allow. I chuckled as I moved them higher, and she frowned blearily at me and I deciphered her garbled speech.

"Practice, Edward," she ordered gruffly.

I laughed gently. "Not unless you are planning to get busted again, naughty Bella. Everyone's meeting downstairs at 10:00, which gives you half an hour to get ready. If we don't show up, the curious will be up here looking for us."

"Well, we can't have that. It might ruin our reputation or something." Bella yawned as she rolled away from me and padded to the bathroom.

I flipped up the bed covers, leaned back, and unrolled the Saturday paper. The local stories were on the front page, which was rather a nice change from the big city papers. It gave a nice small-town feeling to the place.

Bella emerged wearing her new Tommy clothes, and we decided it would be prudent to empty our overnight bag and put in our sweaters and rain jackets in case we did not return to the hotel before nightfall. The previous evening had gotten a bit cool for the humans.

Just as we were ready to go downstairs, there was a rap on the door. Alice: the psychic with perfect timing. I let her in.

"Good morning, Perky," I teased, "How was your night?"

"I see you're more cheerful this morning. Must be Bella's fault. Last night was fun. Rose, Jasper and Emmett and I took turns spying on your young friends. A couple of them tried to sneak into each others' rooms. We arranged noises to wake their roommates so that they didn't get very far."

"Very chaperone-ish of you."

"I thought so. Conner, Tyler, and Lauren are very hung over this morning. They won't be wanting breakfast. It would be bad to let them on the bus this morning. Jess and Mike and Austin are feeling a bit under the weather, too, but Ang and Ben are totally fine."

"Ang, being a true saint, and Ben, being deathly afraid of Reverent Mr. Weber, abstain from all manner of overindulgence, which leaves them free to delight in the wonders of the morning. They are models of propriety for us all."

"Yes, well, the ones who are not role models for us all are going to put a dent in our plans. What do you suggest? I haven't Seen anything because nobody has made any decisions."

I looked out at the overcast sky. "How about a walk down to the Falls? We can have brunch at Table Rock, ride the Maid of the Mist, go down the tunnels, and then head back toward the Hill. We could take the kids to Planet Hollywood, and the Hershey Store. I hear there are fireworks on Saturday nights as well. Perhaps we could attend?"

"It will be delightful. Morning, Bella."

"Yuh, mng-you-too." Bella stomped in and threw herself down on the bed. She reached for her shoes.

"I see you're still tired. Up late?"

"Go-da-hell...Stup'd cheerful t-r guide." Bella was trying unsuccessfully to get her shoes tied. I knelt in front of her and did it for her. "Fanks."

"You're welcome cutie pie. Now come on or we're going to be invaded again." I took her hand and led the way out.

In the lobby, our group was assembled in various states of disarray. I guess none of them were used to staying up so late. Lauren and Conner opted to stay behind and nurse their heads. They would meet us later, at the Hard Rock, they avowed. I wished I didn't know what they were planning for the afternoon. Yuck.

It was a lovely walk, and the flower gardens were outstanding. Our group looked very cohesive in the jackets. Great for photos in the walled garden. We asked an older gent to take pictures for us, so we could all be in a few. He was very friendly, and asked where we came from and how we were connected. He thought perhaps we were some kind of team, all with the same jackets. "Yes," replied Bella, "We're Team Edward," and she kissed my cheek softly. Everyone laughed while I disabused him of this notion.

We enjoyed taking more photos in front of the American and Horseshoe Falls. Bella and I posed in our silly hats, and Emmett threatened to throw himself over the railing. Rose dragged him off by his ear, cussing him out, much to the amusement of our group.

We enjoyed our brunch and shopping, and went on some tours, and took photos with the Mountie. Then, we took a carriage ride that went all the way to Victoria Park and back to the foot of the Hill. We went to Planet Hollywood and saw the movie memorabilia, and our humans were indeed delighted with the Hershey chocolate desserts. We stopped by the Hard Rock to grab Lauren and Conner, who were revoltingly smarmy with each other, and read the stars names outside on the Walk of Fame. Then we meandered back down to the Falls, singing old songs as we went, and pulled up a patch of grass to wait for the fireworks.

They were excellent, although I spent more time kissing Bella than looking at them. The other committed couples in our group did not delay in copying us.

It left the singles out. Lauren, who was supposed to be paying attention to Conner, was instead paying attention to Mike, who was paying attention to Jessica, who was paying attention to nobody but herself. Austin was watching the fireworks and chatting with those people closest to him. Tyler was paying attention to Lauren. Crap. Teenagers! I tried to block all of their thoughts, concentrating on the sweetness of Bella.

Back in our room, it was a little awkward, knowing they were around and could show up at any time. My fiancee and I had passed a wonderful day and evening, and now we were alone and dressed in our nightclothes. Bella, of course, was the one to cross the distance first. She wanted more kisses.

"Dazzle me, Edward."

I obliged her. A lot. I let my hands wander. A little. She pulled me down on the bed. When she held her breath, I backed off. Then my hands crept back, to touch her chest under her shirt as usual. I had a system: I could look at Bella's body, without touching, or I could touch her without looking. I needed to get past that, so we could safely enjoy a wedding night.

Bella kept very still, letting me test myself and letting me decide how far to go. The cursed venom pooled and I swallowed it. I pulled her shirt up, surprised to find no bra. I decided that I would concentrate on making friends with her breasts with my eyes open. If I were to take things slow the risk of biting would be decreased. I touched her for a long time, fascinated. I used my palms and smoothed them over her. I rolled and kneaded and jiggled the flesh. I pinched her nipples. Then I lowered my head and used my tongue and lips to do it all again, careful not to put her in contact with my teeth.

Suddenly she climaxed, clinging to me and pouring out her love hotly all over me. My clothing and the bed were drenched. I watched her, amazed. She looked at me, trusting. I trembled for her, and buried my face in the pillow beside hers, and thanked God for giving her to me. My Bella. My heart. My soul.