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"Please?" I begged, because this is what he had reduced me to. That cocky half smile came over him, his piercing green eyes locked with mine. "Please?" I tried again knowing that begging would get me nowhere with him. Then again, lying in front of him– butt fucking naked I might add – could force him to take pity on me. He locked his perfect lips placing a kiss on my inner thighs.
"Please what?" He questioned innocently. Fucker. "Isabella." He clasped my wondering hands. "If you can't keep your hands in place I will tie them there." He gently placed my hands back above my head. He's always so bossy. "Please what?" He asked again kissing my stomach; just above the place I wanted his mouth. Such a tease, I swear.
"Edward," I basically moaned biting my bottom lip. In that moment, I swear I invented a new shade of red. Never in my life, had I ever sounded so desperate for someone to touch me. I closed my eyes knowing the only way to get what I wanted from him was to say it. He liked watching me blush – I was beginning to think of it like more of an obsession – liked making me speak in a way he knew I normally never would. "Please touch me, there?" He gave a playful smile. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but he was willing to compromise tonight.
"Here?" He asked running his fingers over my lips. I shook my head. "Here?" He kissed my neck. Such. An. Ass. "Here?" He ran his fingers over my breasts, my nipples immediately hardened in response. He'd already touched me there. "Here?" He trailed his fingers along my stomach. "Isabella, tell me," he was whispering in my ear now. If there was an award for making girls squirm, he would win them all. "Is this where you want me to touch you?" The innocent voice was gone, replaced with a husky, demanding voice. His fingers finally touched where I wanted him.
"Yes," I moaned out in response.
"You want me to touch your pussy?" He slowly started circling my clit. "Use your words," he demanded his eyes locked on mine. He was going to make me say it. They say musicians have the best hands, but I think they're forgetting about doctors. Doctors definitely had the best hands. The gentle caressing touch, that can turn rough at a moments notice. I wondered if all doctors had hands like his, he didn't give me much time to mull over the thought before I was a complete mess.
"I want you to touch my pussy," I spit out feeling my face flush an even deeper shade of red.
"Now, was that really so hard, Princess?" Actually, yes it was. "I'm going to taste you, Isabella," He whispered moving down my body. I watched him get closer and closer to my care taking a deep breath…
And then my alarm clock went off. I jolted awake sitting there for a moment trying to figure out what was reality. Reality was that I was alone, sleeping on a couch, not in a bed with Edward. Reality sucked. I'd never before had a dream like that – a naughty dream – I'm not even sure where it came from. I ran my fingers through my hair trying to tame the mess I knew was my hair.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," Rosalie said sipping something out of a coffee mug. It was probably coffee. Normal people drink coffee in the mornings, at least that's what Emmett tells me. I gave a low grumble walking into the kitchen seeing a full pot of tea.
"Since when does Emmett make tea in the morning?" I questioned grabbing down a coffee mug that read: I'd rather be sleeping. Emmett always did have the best mugs.
"He doesn't. I don't drink coffee unless it's more dessert than coffee. Emmett said we have that in common." Rosalie explained shrugging her shoulders. How ironic. He meets Rosalie in a coffee shop and she doesn't even drink coffee. "So, sounded like you were having a pretty good dream." Instantaneously I froze. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Keep making tea and I'll let you stick around," I joked trying to change the subject. Rosalie gave a slight smile leaning against the counter shaking her head. She was staring at me, innocently sipping her tea. I talked in my sleep, she heard something I could tell by the way she was eyeing me.
"Back to this dream you were having," Fuck. "I think I heard a name." Lord have mercy on me. "It sounded like you were having a dream featuring Edward." I could have died right there. Rosalie looked like she was enjoying this way too much. I knew this whole talking in my sleep thing was going to bite me in the butt sooner or later. I just wished it was later. "When Alice said you liked him, I thought she was full of shit."
"She is," I defended myself sipping the tea. I did not like him. I didn't even know the man!
"Never bet against Alice, you'll lose." Emmett announced coming into the kitchen. All the color drained from my face in an instant. Was she going to say anything to Emmett? The last thing I wanted was my over-protective brother knowing I may – or may not – have a slight crush on Edward. Next thing you know I'll find myself listening to Emmett drone on about how men only really want one thing – because I've totally never had sex before – and how I need to be careful with who I chose to see, and how Edward might not be the right person for me. Then he'd go on about how I'm not allowed to date because I'm still to young to know what I want. Trust me, I've had that lecture more than once from him.
"Trust him," Rosalie kissed Emmett on the cheek. "He owes Alice one hundred bucks." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"We bet on a football game last week. She won," Emmett explained bitterly. "Anyways, what is she full of shit about?" Emmett didn't waste any time poring himself a cup of coffee. If he didn't have his morning coffee he was a serious grouch. My bet is because coffee helps him take his morning dump, without it he's constipated the entire day. Funny, but true, you know coffee is a natural laxative?
"Just that Bella here thinks the Cowgirls are going to dominate tonight. Alice says they're going to lose 19-21." Rosalie lied smoothly. Emmett only looked back and forth between the two of us as if he were trying to figure out why I was talking sports. I think Rosalie forgot I didn't watch sports.
"Bella, I know you don't watch sports, but there is a reason we call them the cowgirls. Only good thing about them is their cheerleaders. I'll see you girls after five, I gotta get to work." Emmett's vacation was officially over now that I was settled into the town. He gave Rosalie a quick kiss and was out the door.
"Emmett doesn't need to know anything about your little crush. Trust me, I know how brothers can be." Rosalie sipped her tea. "However, if Emmett ever decides to ask me about it I'm not going to lie directly to his face about it either, and when you do decide to start seeing my brother, I won't lie about that either." I shook my head in understanding. Rosalie set down her mug and walked into the bathroom. I stood in the kitchen for what seemed like ages before deciding to clean the kitchen. I'm surprised it wasn't the first thing Emmett complained about. I made dinner last night and didn't clean the mess. Maybe his OCD wasn't as bad as I thought it was.
"So Bella, I was thinking," Rosalie said coming out of nowhere. I was under the impression she was in the shower – with the running water and all it only made sense. Naturally I gave a good hard squeeze to the dish that was in my hand. It was just my luck that I was holding the blade of a knife. "Shit!" Rosalie yelled grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my hand. I hadn't felt the impact of what I had done until Rosalie started applying pressure. "Put your hand above your head," She demanded grabbing her phone. "Shit," she repeated grabbing another towel and wrapping it around the same hand. "You need stitches."
"I don't have medical insurance. I do not need stitches. It doesn't even hurt that bad."
"Oh please, you're bleeding like a stuck pid. I'm taking you to Edward's, or Carlisle's. They both have a kit and neither one will charge you. Get in the car," she wasn't leaving any room for a debate. "Edward, are you at Carlisle's?" She said into the phone basically dragging me from the apartment. "Good, stay there… No it's Bella, she cut her hand. It's bleeding pretty good, I think she needs stitches… I can't she doesn't have medical insurance… Yea, see in in five." She hung up the phone opening the car door for me.
"Really, I'm fine," I argued watching her eyes narrow at me in response.
"This is not a discussion Bella. Either you get into this car willingly, or I will throw you in it." My eyes went wide, but I got in the car. Rosalie didn't strike me as an intimidating person, but she could be when she wanted to be. The way her eyes narrowed when she wanted something, and the way her voice had the ability to turn cold in an instant. It was all very frightening. "Keep that above your head. He's at Esme's so we'll be there in a few minutes."
"It's a fifteen minute drive," I argued. Rosalie rolled her eyes flooring the car. With the way she was driving you would've thought I was dying. The only thing that was wrong with me, besides the bleeding hand, was the fact that I was slightly queasy. Blood always makes me nervous. That, and the fact that I had come to the realization I was going to see Edward and I was… well… still in my pajamas. "You drive like a maniac." I mumbled seeing the mansion in front of me.
"You're welcome. Edward!" She screamed. Edward lazily walked out of the house making his way to the car. "I guess I scared her, she was cleaning a knife and squeezed the blade pretty hard," Rosalie explained as he got to me. Those lips.
"Can I see your hand?" He questioned. I placed my injured hands in his perfect looking hands watching as he gently folded back the towel. "I don't have anything to numb the pain," he said tilting his head to the side. "You definitely need stitches though. Come on Isabella." He sounded slightly frustrated. I followed him inside the house. "Sit. Don't move an inch," he demanded pointing to the bar stool. I did as I was instructed watching him come back with a kit, just like Rosalie said he would.
"You plan on stitching me up with no pain medication?" A squeal came out.
"No, Carlisle always has something. Esmé went to get it, it could be a few moments though. How are you feeling?" He questioned tending to my hand.
"I could use a drink." Edward gave a chuckle. "How are you feeling?" I questioned not wanting the conversation end. I could talk to him forever if he would let me. Actually, I could listen to him talk forever.
"Peachy," he said flashing me a smile. "This is going to hurt," he informed me. I hadn't even noticed Esme had come back with the pain medication. I thought it was going to be something more along the lines of a pill since we weren't in an actual hospital. To my surprise it was something in a needle.
"What is that?" I questioned moving my hand back.
"Isabella, do you trust me?" The question was innocent enough. Do I trust him to what though? Stitch my hand? Sure. With my life? Probably not.
"Yes," I found myself answering him honestly. The truth was I trusted him. I knew nothing about him, but I trusted him more than I trusted myself.
"This is going to hurt, but it'll make this feel better," he pointed to my hand. I bit my lip placing my hand back in his. "Look at me," he said tilting my head so I was looking into his eyes. "It's going to sting, but don't focus on that. Focus on something else. Okay?" He instructed. I shook my head as he looked away from me and to my hand. I found myself focusing on something Rosalie had said. When I figure out you actually do start seeing my brother, Rosalie was implying she knew we would get together in some way. What made her think we would get together?
Edward and I weren't even in the same league. He was this God-like creature, who saved people for a living. I was this awkward, accident prone, normal person. There was nothing about Edward and I that seemed to fit together. If anything we would never make sense. What would someone like him, see in someone like me. Nothing. Rosalie's on crack and I'm over thinking this.
A/N: Oh no, Alice and Rosalie already think she's falling for Edward. YIKES. And, you know I just had to add some typical Bella clumsiness to this.
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