Chapter 17
Bella sits on the plane in first class alone. Her stomach is turning in all sorts of horrid ways. She has tried Edward's cell phone so many times. No one can seem to contact him. Her brain goes to Wednesday when she handed her notice in. And then two days later he is gone. Nonna is gone. 'Oh god' Bella touches her forehead and crosses her leg. She lowers her head in her palm and sighs softly.
"Can I offer you something to drink?"
Bella lifts her head. "No, I am fine thank you" She whispers before shutting her eyes and resting her head back on the seat. She needs to try and go to sleep; hopefully it will make this incredibly long flight seem shorter.
Getting from the flight, she walks with her one carryon bag towards the exit. Looking around she spots him. "Hi" She greets.
"Ms. Swan?" He puts his sign down at his side in one hand.
"Yes" She nods quickly and lets him take her light bag. Emmett sorted everything for her arrival. This man will take her to where she is assuming Edward is, the Villa.
Parking the car she is out the door before he even comes around and opens it for her. "Thank you so much" She reaches into her bag.
"No, it has all been taken care of" He puts up his hands toward her tipping or paying off.
Bella gives him a smile. She takes her bag. "Thank you" She calls before running through the just starting rain and up to the door with her bag.
She stands under the door cover for a while just looking at the large wooden door. The rain starts to beat down. It is very rustic looking, old, worn. Beautiful. Biting her lip she wonders if he is even here, if she should knock. Part of her wonders why she is here. She has no answer to that actually.
Touching the knob she turns it and pushes the unlocked door open. "Hello?" She calls softly not wanting to startle him if he is there. Resting her bag down and purse she looks around the large room.
"Edward?" She calls his name very softly as she walks through the house. Going up the stairs she looks at the doors, they are all open so she can see he is not in there. Taking a breath, she doesn't know if she is relieved or not. She wants to find him, but wouldn't know what to say or do.
She walks into the room he stayed in when they were there, his room. The bed is unmade so she can see he was here. There is a bag thrown on the floor and the armoire door is ajar.
She walks over and picks up a shirt on the bed; she presses it to her face and inhales. It smells of him. Biting her lip she rests it back on the bed and turns to leave.
It is night. The sun is setting slowly. Stepping into the room where she stayed while there with him a few weeks ago she looks around.
The setting sun shine is coming in through the French doors past the rain beating down outside. She walks over to them; unlocking the doors she pushes them open and steps out. The air is warm, a summer warm. A wet rain warm. It is nice, a nice warm. Not hot, just really nice, and it looks beautiful, the rain coming down over the scene is right out of some sort of romantically beautiful movie. Resting her hands on the balcony she looks over at the gardens Nonna tended to below.
"Edward" She gasps out, he is down there. Her heart skips a beat. How crazy. Not that he is sitting in the pouring rain as though it is not raining at all, but because it skips a beat and that is crazy. Him making her heart skip a beat.
Running down the stairs she goes out the door and stops suddenly. He is sitting hunched over on a bench, the sun seemed to disappear almost totally in a matter of her getting down the stairs. Licking her lips she looks at him, his profile is visible to her, but he hasn't turned his head or moved.
Taking careful steps over to him she takes a seat slowly. "Edward?" She feels herself getting wetter from the rain. The rain is not bothering her as much as he is, just sitting in it unresponsive soaking wet.
He doesn't answer just continues to stare at the ground, a head.
Her eyes run over his dark suit. She missed it. His hands are folded in his lap, between his open legs. Moving she reaches for his hands and shimmies her hand between his clasps ones. His hands are very warm despite them being soaking wet. She wiggles her fingers and locks them with his. "Edward?"
Turning her head to look at him she keeps her hand in his, holding his. She knows how hard it was for him when his mother died. He came here, found Nonna and now he has lost what helped him get it together. She knows he must be wrecked. "You are soaking" She touches his face with her other hand, trying to force him to look at her. "Come inside" Bella blinks because both her hands are busy and she can't wipe the rain from her eyes.
He does nothing. The rain feels good, he can just sit. He wants to just sit. Today was hard.
"Come" She stands pulling his hand and he stands to her surprise. "Let's go inside" She whispers looking up at his large form.
Getting him inside was fairly easy; he hasn't spoken a word to her, or met her eyes.
"Sit" She uses both her hands to push down on her forearms making him sit on the bed. Standing between his legs her fingers pull the tie apart. "I am so sorry" She whispers pulling it off and resting it on the bed. Her hands go to his shoulders and slide under the jack. It is so cold and wet. She pushes it off of his arms. Undressing him like one would a child who is asleep. She isn't sure he is even aware of anything.
Reaching down she pulls one arm then another from the suit jacket. Pulling it from behind him she rests it on top of the tie. She'll move them once it is all off. "You are going to get sick" She whispers her fingers shakily working at the buttons of his dress shirt. She needs to change also.
Edward moves his head and looks down at her fingers opening his shirt.
Sighing softly she looks at his face and slides her hands up his chest lightly pushing the shirt apart before she pulls it from his pants. "Edward" She whispers his name softly. Reaching down she pulls his hand up and undoes the cuff, one then the other.
Pulling the shirt off Bella looks at him. Kneeling down she bites her lower lips and she rests her hands on his legs. "Please talk to me"
Edward's eyes scan over her face. Her hair is soaking wet, and her cheeks still damp from the rain. She has her clothing sticking to her much like his were just a moments ago.
Looking at his chest she pulls up his vest from his pant and her fingers touch his taunt stomach. Her fingers and palms graze up his stomach as she pushes it up and standing she pulls it off and rests it to the side.
Kneeling back down between his legs she looks at him. "You need some sleep, but your pants" She mutters looking at him.
Bella rests her hands on his legs and pushes up with her arms to press her mouth against his shut one. And he still doesn't respond to her. Pulling back and sitting back on her knees she looks at him. "Please" She begs him. She doesn't know if she should call someone. Tears flood down her cheeks from her eyes, because she is so sad for him. Her hands run up and over his naked chest. "Edward please" She continues to beg him. "Please" Bella whispers and leans in pressing kisses of tender love and empathy over his chest.
Edward moves his arms and wraps them around her.
"Oh" She gasps in shock ceasing the kisses on and over his chest. Looking at him she feels his thumbs wipe her eyes. "I'm so sorry" Bella whispers.
He looks at her, his hands move from her cheeks to around the sides of her neck and he strokes her throat with his thumb pads lightly. Leaning down he presses a kiss to her mouth.
"We can't" She mutters.
"Can I forget?"
Looking at him she hears him, his voice is soft but rough like he hasn't had any water in 2 days. "Not forever" She answers him.
"For now?"
"Yes, I can help you" Bella moans and pushes up locking her lips with his. This would be being used again. But she can't seem to find fault in this right now. Her hands grip the sides of his face and they continue to kiss each other with passion.
Edward's hands smooth over her back, and he pulls at her wet shirt tugging and tugging it he feels the kiss break when he pulls it over her head. Panting he looks at her breasts. No thought is going into this. He wants to feel something other than grief.
Bella watches him stare at her and wonders if she lost him again. "Edward" Her hands cup his face making him look at her eyes.
He just pulls her so that she is sitting on his lip.
Her now bare feet barely graze the floor as she sits on him; kissing him she feels his hands unhook her wet bra.
Cupping her breasts he kisses her neck slowly and softly.
She lies under him the bed is a little damp all over from them and their clothing, mainly hers. She strokes his face as he hovers above her. She wants to say something to him, but can't find the words. Arching her back she lifts her hips up to press against his. A soft purr comes from her mouth and throat.
Edward growls roughly and enters her. Sobbing, quickly he buries his head against her neck and throat. He is not sure why he just lost it for a moment. It could be a number of things, Bella how wonderful she is, how amazing she feels, the fact that he buried Nonna today and his grief.
Bella gasps and grips the back of his hair, her fingers slide in there and holds him tightly to her as she feels him thrusting in and out of her. "Oh" Bella moans softly. He feels amazing, each time it has felt really good, it feels really good.
Edward kisses her neck and ear softly as he continues to move within her. Shutting his eyes to the ridiculous protection slip he just continues to enjoy her and everything about her. Everything else is forgotten, her giving her notice, him lying to her, Nonna being gone and him being alone again. It is just him and Bella creating something for him to have even if it is only for now.
Bella can't seem to get her thoughts right in her head. Breathing harshly the intensity of it all has left her breathless. She feels tired, jet lagged, warm, cold, excited and nervous.
He kisses her throat as he pulls from her body which was very welcoming and accommodating.
"Edward?" She shivers as he moves off of her body; her eyes find his in the dimly lit room.
Hushing her he kisses her mouth not wanting to talk. Not wanting to hear his whole life is pretty much one big fucked up mistake and everything he is getting is his own doing.
Bella touches his face pulling the kiss back. "Answer me" She whispers.
"I don't want to talk" He mutters leaning in and kissing her mouth deeply again. He feels her arch her neck and her chest rubs against his.
Bella lets her hands span over his bare back and he with ease settles back on top of her, between her legs. "Okay" She nods breathing against his mouth. "No talking yet" She whispers, understanding as much as she can. She has never experienced the pain she knows he must be feeling now. So she can only understand so much. So far it is enough for him, her understanding, at the moment.
