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I feel so untouched
And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forget you
Been going crazy from the moment I met you
Untouched – The Veronicas
Chapter 9 - Untouched
EPOV
This week has been hell. Classes are pretty intense for summer classes. It's finally the weekend and I look forward to some down time.
Bella has been in my thoughts all week. I wonder if I would seem too eager if I went back tonight… I have to talk to Emmett about it when I get back to the apartment.
As usual, I find him on the couch playing Halo on the Xbox 360, cursing at the game's characters for making him die.
"Hey Em," I greet him.
"Hey Ed, what's up?" he replies, I could hear how distracted he is. His eyes never leave the game as he speaks.
"Nothing much, just got home from class. Got anything planned for tonight?" That catches his attention; he pauses the game and immediately turns to me.
"I don't know, why?" His face is a mask so it's hard to tell what he is thinking, so I just go for it.
"Well…wanna go back to the club from last week?"
"Ah ha!" he exclaims. I should have known he would give me shit for that… "I knew it! You so loved it there!" His face is now an excited mix of joy and satisfaction.
"Yeah, yeah… so what do you say?" I don't want to mess around with the unnecessary details. I want the answer to my question.
"Hell yeah! What time are we leaving?" Emmett stands up and saves his game.
I look down at my watch and see it's already 9 PM.
"Let's say in one hour." I need time to go and get ready but at the same time I want to run out the door right the fuck now.
"Okay!"
He turns back to his game and I make my way to my room. Just as I close the door, Jasper comes in.
"Yo Jas! You won't believe this!" I hear Emmett start. I just roll my eyes and close my bedroom door.
About an hour later, I nervously drive my Volvo towards Twilight with Emmett in the passenger seat. He doesn't help my nervousness at all with his habit of messing around with the radio.
"Emmett, will you please choose a station?" I ask, annoyed with his change in stations every ten seconds.
"It's not my fault if they're just playing crap!"
I roll my eyes and ignore him for the rest of the ride. Once there, I park my car and we make our way inside. I notice that the solo dances have just started. I quickly make my way to a table close to the stage and sit down. I recognize the girl that was currently performing as Tanya, she wore the nurse outfit. Still no originality, if you ask me, but most of the men seem to enjoy it. Good for them. More chances for me to win Bella in the auction later.
I see Tanya approach me and I stiffen a little. What should I do? She bends down in front of me, her ass all in my face. I have no clue what she wants but it doesn't matter to me, because I don't want her. So I just… do nothing. That seems to frustrate her, it is fully apparent in the glare she sends me while she makes her way to someone else. Well, who cares? I'm not here for her anyway.
A while later it's finally time for Bella's solo. My heart misses a beat when I see her step through the curtain and make her way to the pole. I admire her from afar, but I see her face change slightly when she looks in my vicinity and recognizes me.
BPOV
Oh. My. God. He's here. He's really here. He kept his promise. I have to tell Rose.
I try to go through my routine as normally as possible, but inside, I'm ecstatic. I suddenly just want to jump up and down, then hug him and never let go. That would be incredibly out of character for me, but I'm that excited. I work my way over to where he sits, slowly, ever so slowly so as to not make a big deal out of it to anyone else that watches me dance. I just want to hear his voice, feel his touch, anything. I crawl over to him and pull him by his shirt collar.
"Hi," I say, with my excitement barely contained. I'm pretty sure he picks up on it anyway based on the crooked smile he gives me.
"Hey beautiful," he responds and I can feel the heat in my face.
I don't have much time, so I say, "Win me at the auction."
He nods firmly and I let go, I need to wrap up my routine to leave and prepare for the auction.
As I run off stage, I come across Rose who is waiting just behind the curtain.
"They're here!" I tell her, unable to contain my excitement any longer. She frowns in confusion. The thing is I can't say much… Our guys, I mouth to her. She finally catches on and she smiles brightly. "Go give him all you got!" I tell her before she makes her way onto the stage.
With that, I walk back to our dressing room to put on my auction outfit. As I apply some more make-up, Tanya walks in. I tell myself that nothing can make me give up my good mood. Nothing.
"Nice show out there," she says. Sarcasm drips from every word she says.
"Um… thanks," I reply, not sure where she's going with this.
"That guy you grabbed, isn't it the same as last week?" I shudder inside and feel cold as she inspects me, waiting for a reaction. This can't be good.
"I don't know, why?" I turn back to the mirror and fake a smile as I apply some lip gloss.
"He's mine. Be warned." Tanya steps into my line of sight in the mirror and gives me a smile full of warning.
What? She can't really believe she'll have him… right? I drop the lip gloss and try to hold my emotions in check. She must be fucking with me.
"You can't be foolish enough to believe he would be interested in you?" The hate and venom all show with each word I spit at her.
"I am the foolish one? What about you?" she says while she looks me up and down with disgust. "How can he possibly be interested in you?"
"Looks aren't everything." I reply, as I hope that my statement is strong and will dispel her argument.
"Maybe, maybe not. But they can get you a lot further." She fluffs her hair and turns to walk away from me.
I raise an eyebrow at that.
"You really believe that?" I call to her turned back.
Just as she is about to respond, Laurent appears at my door.
"Auction is in a minute, girls. Are you ready?" he asks. Tanya and I both nod, and he leaves.
"This discussion is far from over." She says before she leaves, crossing Rosalie on her way out.
"What was that about?" Rosalie asks, her new outfit was donned in record time.
"I think someone's jealous." I check my reflection in the mirror one more time before I stand to leave.
"You're kidding." Rose asks incredulously.
"Nope," Is my simple reply.
"We'll discuss this when we'll be back in our basement. Let's go." I nod and we head to the stage.
Once it's Tanya's turn to be sold, I can see her look in Edward's direction, but he doesn't even budge when her bidding starts. I can't help but feel smug inside. He wants me.
A little while later, Rosalie has just been sold over to Emmett for a nice five hundred dollars, and there is only me left. The bids start at two hundred fifty dollars. Edward is prompt, but some old, big man in the back outbids him every time.
"Nine hundred!" The big old man in the back shouts.
"One thousand!" Edward immediately replies. Does he even have that much in his hands?
When they get to one thousand three hundred, I can see the other man has started to get nervous. Why doesn't he just give up? I'm here every night of the week…
Ugh, Bella, stop that.
"One thousand four hundred fifty going once, one thousand four hundred fifty going twice… sold to the young man front stage for one thousand four hundred fifty dollars! I think we have established a new record! Come and get your prizes, gentlemen!" Laurent's voice is full of joy at the prices we have taken in tonight. I want to stick my tongue out at Tanya but I refrain. Maybe this will shut her ass up, when she sees me walk away to a back room on Edward's arm.
I try not to skip over to Edward, but I think my excitement is palpable. Edward smirks at me, grabs my hand and we immediately make our way to my private room in the back. Once we're safely inside, I jump up in his arms.
"You came back!" is all I can find to say. He chuckles.
"Of course I came back. I told you I would, didn't I?"
I just continue to grin. He chuckles again and makes his way over to the couch. We both sit down, him on the couch, me on him. Pure heaven.
"You know," I hear Edward say after a while, "we weren't done with my twenty questions."
I giggle.
"Alright then," I reply, "what's your next question? You have eight left. And you need to pay up; I got fifty dollars for twelve questions last time." I sass him with a hand on my hip as I speak.
He chuckles and digs around in his pockets; he pulls out two fifties and hands them to me. I don't really like to take his money like this, but I tell myself it is for a good cause. That money will help me and Rose out when we are finally able to break free.
"That enough?" he asks teasingly. I laugh at him, nodding.
"You're beautiful when you laugh."
I blush at his comment. It is his turn to laugh. What a beautiful sound… I want to make him laugh like this all the time… Hold on there Bella! Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren't we? Maybe I was, but I can't help but feel hopeful.
"So, weren't you going to ask me more questions?" I say as I try to take the pressure off of myself a bit.
"Hmm, let's see… do you like to travel?" His face is so beautiful as he searches mine while he waited for my answer.
"I honestly don't know. I've never travelled." His eyes were as wide as saucers at this.
"Never?" I shake my head no.
"Well we must remedy this. Where would you like to go?" His face is sceptical yet hopeful all at the same time.
I shrug. I'd never given it much thought as I've never really thought I would ever be free from this place in order to plan anywhere that I would want to go.
"Come on, there must be some places you're dying to see." He prods. His face is lit with excitement, it's adorable. I feel silly for not having a list of places, he obviously does. I shrug again.
"Do you have any suggestions?" He hums in my ear.
"I will take you to London, Rome, Venice, Athens… Paris…" I smile, as I realize his pattern right away.
"Rome, Venice, Paris? You're a romantic."
"So what if I am?" It's his turn to shrug.
"I never said it was a bad thing," I reply with a wink.
This goes on for a while, Edward asking anything that comes to his mind, and I answer everything as honestly as I can without giving too much of my secret away. When he comes to his last question, Edward seems at a loss as of to what to ask.
"You ran out of questions?" I tease him.
At that, he tickles me. I try to get away from him, but he's faster and he easily pins me to the couch. I surrender almost immediately. The atmosphere quickly changes around us though. Edward hovers over me; part of his weight resting on my body. I reach up to push away some hair that has fallen into his eye.
"Okay, last question," he says softly. I nod. "May I kiss you?"
Finally! I exclaim in my head. I bite down on my bottom lip and nod again. I'm barely done with my answer when his lips crash against mine, he kisses me passionately. I respond with the same vigour. His kisses are one of the things I missed the most about him.
Our kiss has become more urgent by the second, both of us wanting to express how much we'd missed the other, how frustrated we'd been by being apart. After a while, his hands start to wander on my body, as if he wants to make sure I'm there, that I'm not a dream; almost as if he wanted to memorize every inch of me.
The sensations are amazing. The slight hum that runs between us slowly grows to an intense electrical buzz. It feels so good. I whimper as Edward's lips leave mine, but it quickly turns into a moan as he starts to trail kisses down my throat and up to the area around my ears. My hands go to his hair of their own accord and begin to scratch and pull, which makes him groan. Things will soon get out of control and I can't let that happen. As much as I like this, nothing more can happen. Not as long as I was in Phil's clutches.
"Edward," I pant.
"Mmm," he responds, as he's busily kissing my neck again.
"Edward, we need to stop."
"I know."
He slows down, and comes back up to my lips. He leaves a few pecks there before he stops altogether. He puts his forehead against mine and sighs.
"Sorry," he says when we are both breathing normally again.
"Don't be," I quickly reassure him. "I really liked it when you kissed me. Things just can't get out of control."
"Yeah." He somehow sounds sad at this fact. My heart leaps with joy that he wants it to get out of control between us.
We remain like that for a while, he lying on top of me, both of us enjoying the moment. After a while we shift around and lay facing each other on the couch. Occasionally we speak softly to each other but mostly we just lay there and relish in the other's presence.
"Hey," he says. I turn my eyes back to focus on his.
"What?"
"Can I… can I take a picture of you? With my phone?" He sounds nervous as he asks and it makes me nervous to answer. I don't know how I should respond.
I must take too long to respond, because he adds, "Don't worry; this picture will be for my own personal use only. I promise."
I nod softly, believing him.
"Okay," I finally answer. He beams at me. I want to make him smile like that all the time.
"Okay, great." He stands up and searches his pockets for his phone.
"Where do you want me?" I ask when he finally finds it.
He sits beside me and holds his phone up several inches away from my face. "It's perfect just like this. Just smile."
I smile the best I can and he snaps the picture. He smiles softly as he watches it appear on the screen before him.
"Is it any good?" I ask.
He nods as he shows me the result. Indeed, even though I look like I could benefit from a few more pounds, it looks decent.
"Thank you," he says, as he gives me a quick kiss.
"You're welcome," I giggle. If things as simple as this were enough to make him happy, I would gladly let him take my picture any time, despite how much I normally hate it.
After he puts his phone away, he pulls me down on him as he lies back down on his back. The position is so comfortable that I fall asleep. A fact that I only notice when I open my eyes later, confused. Edward's voice tells me to wake up. I look up at him.
"Hey sleeping beauty," he says with a crooked smile, "you need to wake up; Rose just came by to say the bar is closing."
"Oh, damn. I'm sorry I fell asleep on you."
"Don't worry about it. You looked like you needed it. And… I may have closed my eyes for a bit too." He admits sheepishly. I grinned at him.
"Okay then."
We're silent for a moment.
"I need to go," he says.
I look away from him; it amazes me how four little words could bring reality back in a heartbeat. "I know."
"Hey," he says, pushing my face up with a finger under my chin, "don't be upset. I'll come back, and this time I won't wait a whole week to do so."
I could only nod; the words catching in my throat. He kisses me softly for a moment before he stands up. I follow suit, then I pull myself into his arms and hold him tightly. He holds me just as tightly.
"I have to go now, love," he says. My heart thrills at his name for me, I love to hear him call me love.
I nod as I give him one last kiss and relish again at the nickname he just gave me. Whether it just slipped out or it was intentional, it leaves me light hearted for the rest of the night.
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