Sorry it's taken so long to update. RL, jobs and hospitals and whatnot, y'know? Plus lack of internet.
Ownage is all SM's.I just own the plot.
Let's see what happens after Edward pulls Bella away from lunch with Jasper in a jealous fit. Gotta love a jealous Edward!
Chapter 12- Mine
"Edward!" I said for the fourth time as Edward continued practically dragging me to the car. Several times, I almost tripped and fell flat on my face in the green grass. Everything was practically a blur, my hair streaming out behind me and the cool November air hitting my face.
"Edward! You're hurting me! Let GO!" I finally yelled pulling my wrist from his large hand just as we got to the passenger side of his car. It ripped from his grasp painfully, and my other hand automatically came to soothe it. I looked down at it- it was red, except for the extreme whiteness where his fingers had been gripping so tightly. Looking up, I went to shoot him an accusing glare only to be met with an equally accusing glare practically piercing down into my eyes.
"You hurt me!" I said, despite the effect that gaze had on my heart rate.
"Who the hell told you to keep eating lunch with Jasper?" he exploded, the bass in his voice seeming to boom in my ears like thunder. I shrunk back against the cold metal of his car, frightened. Why was he so angry about that?
"You did!" I said, though with much less bite in my voice than before.
"That-!" He stopped and clamped his mouth shut with an audible snap, knowing that I had him there.
"And anyway, so what if I eat lunch with Jasper?" I said challengingly, emboldened by the fact that I had shut him up and feeling a sudden welling tide of anger from somewhere deep inside. "You've made it perfectly clear that it's not like I'm yours anymore or-"
Edward suddenly leaned forward, slamming his hands on either side of my head on the car behind me. I shut my eyes at the loud sound of his hand hitting the metal and glass forcefully, feeling my head bounce a little from the force of the impact. I opened my eyes only to see him looking intensely into my them, his own green orbs practically blazing.
"You're not...what now?" he asked in a light, menacing voice, and I couldn't stop myself from swallowing. He hadn't been this close to me in two weeks, so I really wasn't prepared for it. My heart was thundering out of my chest and I had to hold my breath to avoid us breathing the same air. He had me trapped with both of his toned arms, encased in the dark blue blazer, confining me to the small area between us. His loosened dark blue tie grazed against my chest and his handsome face was mere inches from mine; it would just be a matter of me leaning forward to press my lips against his.
Wait, where did that come from? I shook my head to try to get rid of the thought and gather my wits.
"I…" I started, not able to finish the sentence when he smiled slightly, that devilish look he had when I was his slave showing up again and knocking any coherent thought out of my head.
There must be something wrong with me. Why am I so...not upset with this?
"You what?" he asked, continuing to smirk.
I brought my eyes from his, staring at the patterns of the fabric in his dark blue tie, counting how many thin red lines there were on it idly. I had to do something to keep my focus on anything but the dangerously sharp lines of his face.
"I… it's just lunch," I said, refusing to look at him.
"Just lunch?" he asked, shifting so that he could make eye contact with me. He leaned his body back, dipping his head to look up at my down-turned face. I stifled a gasp and averted my gaze, painfully aware of the heat of his body. I didn't know why I was feeling so strange. I'd never felt anything quite like this, like it was the middle of the blazing summer in the midst of the cool breeze of November.
"It's not just lunch, Bella," he said, his deep voice low. "Fine, I told you you weren't my slave anymore." It was quiet for a moment, then he said, "Look at me," his voice still light, yet firm. I didn't, keeping my eyes averted firmly, feeling my heart pounding in the stillness between us.
"Bella."
Suddenly one of his arms shifted and I gasped as a hand, slightly cool from the cold metal of the car and window behind me, came to touch my cheek softly. My eyes flew to his automatically in surprise. He smirked again and I swallowed hard as he cupped my cheek, running a thumb over it in a caress.
"But just because I did doesn't mean you don't still owe me, got it? And it sure as hell doesn't mean you're not mine."
I just stared, trapped in his eyes, frozen as he shifted his gaze to my lips, bringing his thumb to run over them. I felt my throat go dry at the feel of his surprisingly slender, slightly rough finger pass over my lips, at the sight of those now-dark, unreadable orbs focused on them.
"Eating lunch with Jasper stops today." he said. Slowly, so slowly it felt like everything was standing still, he brought his face closer to mine. When my eyes closed of their own volition, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, and knew I had to get this back in my control somehow.
Right before his lips touched mine I asked him, "Why does it matter?" my faint voice able to be heard in the minute distance between us. I felt him hesitate, and I opened my eyes to see his gaze had shifted to my eyes. I looked at him, not blinking, almost not breathing, feeling his lips touch mine very lightly with the practically nonexistent space between them. He didn't answer, just continuing to stare at me.
"I said, why does it matter?" I asked again, willing myself to focus on my question and not on his face that was so close to mine, ignoring the fact that my voice and my hands were shaking.
"Do I really need to tell you why right now?" he asked, his lips brushing against mine slightly with his words, his warm, somehow sweet-smelling breath washing over my lips and sending thrills through my body.
"Yes," I whispered, though my mind and definitely my body was telling me no, to just let the space be closed and get the question answered later.
"Fine. You really wanna know? It's because you. are. mine," he said, his eyes flashing with something that I didn't quite know or understand because I'd never seen it in my life. But it was one of those things that even though I didn't understand it mentally, my intuition and my body did. And they were telling me that I should stop being scared and trying to figure it out with my brain, to just let myself experience it and live.
Giving up and listening to myself, I let my eyes flutter closed. I felt Edward hesitate for a moment before he pressed his lips against mine. It felt like my heart stopped at the unfamiliar feel of his soft, full lips pressed gently against mine. As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt an electrifying shock shoot through my limbs, making me feel like I was on edge, yet calm at the same time. I kept my eyes closed, letting myself fall into the feel of his warm lips as they began moving slowly over mine. For a split second, I panicked; I didn't know what to do. But in that same split second, that voice inside of me said, Don't think.
I listened, emptying my mind and following his lead, moving my lips timidly against his. I felt him stiffen a minute in surprise, but then he resumed his pace. I followed him, feeling like I was falling into some dark yet pleasant place that I'd never been to before, where there was nothing but this warm moment and the feel of his lips on mine and the both of us holding our breath as our lips moved in slow unison. Vaguely, I felt my mind thinking drifting thoughts, but I couldn't grab hold of any of them long enough to formulate anything concrete.
After what felt like an eternity and a millisecond, he slowly ended the kiss, pulling away from me gradually until our lips weren't touching, the small space between them allowing gentle cool air to blow between them, drying the moisture on them. I opened my eyes slowly to look at him, feeling like something inside of me had been shaken, shifted, and settled into a totally different shape.
My breath was a little constricted in my chest as my mind imprinted everything about the moment; how his head blocked the sun in the partly-cloudy sky behind him, how the breeze blew his styled bronze hair gently, how the warmth from his body leaned so close to mine reached out to me, how the slightly rough metal of his car felt under my hands. And his eyes...They stared down at me, unguarded like I had never seen them before, with a light in them that I didn't understand, yet did at the same time.
It felt like we stared at each other forever before he said, "You're mine, Bella." It was a command, but there was a question in his voice. I could hear it as he looked down at me, still close to me with the air blowing between us quietly. He wanted my answer, I could feel it. I looked at him, knowing I liked this man I knew almost nothing about and knowing that, no matter how scared I was at that moment or how many questions were trying to crowd into my brain, there was only one answer to give.
"Okay."
Oh, Edward. *Swoons* Love him all passionate and jealous.
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