Vanilla Salt

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Chapter 5 - White.

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Glance right. Exquisite looking expensive stuff. Glance left. More exquisite looking stuff. Look ahead. Big grand milky grey marble stairs. Glance up. High ceiling with a two-ton looking chandelier and angel statues sprouting from the corners of the room. All in all, it was a nice but creepy home. Not to mention huge. I knew that being a Perfect means your rich but damn, how much money did this guy have? I suddenly felt shabby in such a nice place. Not that O cared or anything.

When Edward's butler arrived outside my house, I was expecting to see an old man with grey hair, a black suit and a cane but instead I saw a young man with jet black hair, sunglasses, and a suit. No cane. He had gotten out and made her breath hitch. What a shock. And he proceeded to open the door for me like a gentlemen and closed it after before climbing back in the drivers seat. The ride itself was quiet except for the horrible classical music playing on the vechiles system. They had arrived in fifteen minutes flat and now here I was, waiting in the porch area. And I had been waiting for almost half an hour.

"Sorry for taking such a long time. I was.. testing something." My heart skipped a couple beats as I watched Edward descend from the stairs, almost angelic like. He was wearing casual clothes. A simple dark green t-shirt and dark blue jeans. It was my first time seeing him without the uniform and he looked pretty good.

"T-testing something?" I winced the way my voice cracked and coughed.

"Yeah. I was checking how long you would wait for me. When I say you looking bored and ready to leave, I came. Half an hour is such a miracle for you.. you barely wait ten minutes in the school bathroom." I blushed at his words and turned my head a little to the side to look at some odd decorated vase.

"Have you ever thought that I might have plans?" I could feel his eyes roam my body as he stepped closer, stopping only a few feet from where I stand.

"Plans with me? Well, I was hoping you would dress a bit more.. appealing, more sexy but this will go." My head snapped back towards him and I scoffed.

"I had plans before you made that damned call. I'm suppose to be out right now. Remember our phone call, hum? Party, does that ring a bell?" He placed his index and middle finger on his chin, in thought before smacking his forehead.

"Oh of course, that has completely slipped my mind. Is that why your dressed in such a inappropriate manner?" I nearly snarled, my lip lifting over my teeth.

"This is the way normal kids, like myself, dress to go out and have fun on the weekends they have off from school."

"So you do this every weekend?"

"Duh! I'm surprised you missed that when you did a full file check on me."

"But it only said that you hang out at arcades and fast food joints on your weekends, not parties." I sighed , wanting to get out of here already.

"That's what I consider a party. In a crowded arcade with friends, pigging out on pizza, chugging some soda! In faaact, I should be there right now."

"Oh." It was silent and I began to fidget under his intense gaze. I wanted to bring up the subject of Jacob but another voice stopped my train of thought in planning.

"Edward, dear, your farther is going to take me out to a play soon.. who might this be?" When I looked to the top of the stairs, I wished I hadn't.

This person, this woman, was beyond beautiful, elegant looking and had a nice body from the way her midnight blue satin dress hung on every curve. She had chocolate brown hair and brown eyes, skin pale yet soft looking, warm. I felt like a incomplete teen next to her. Those breasts.. Edward coughed when he noticed I was staring. I blushed and looked down, ready to introduce my self but the bastard beat me to it.

"This is the one I've told you about, Bella Swan, my girlfriend." The polite smile I had plastered on my face twitched a little while my insides burned. Does everybody think they can just claim without asking?!

"Oh my! Carlisle, hunny! Edward finally brought his sweetheart home!" The woman called out and disappeared from sight. I turned to glare at Edward, my stare telling him to give answers or I give hell. He leaned in and began to whisper.

"That's my mother, Esme. Carlisle is my dad. Hurry, take off your shoes and stand by me." Once I struggled to slip off my Baby Phat shoes, he took a hold of my hand and pulled me in and tightly beside him. I made sure to squeeze his hand extra tight, showing my displeasure. In moments, Esme had returned with, I'm guessing, Carlisle. If I had seem him in the busy streets, I would have never gave a second look but with him standing up there by a goddess, he looked extremely handsome. Light blond hair, green eyes, perfectly squared jaw and peachy skin. He was swearing a black dress shirt with a red tie, blue lines going across it horizontal and black dress pants.

I tried my best not to gasp as they flowed down the stairs. Okay, more like walked normally down the stairs but it just didn't cut it for people like them. They needed a grand.. grand-something. No wonder the Cullen kids are beautiful. They get it from their parents.. runs in the family.. lucky. They stopped a couple feet from us, a warm smile on their faces. The older yet young looking woman stepped forward and hugged me, running her hand up and down my back soothingly before pulling away.

"My name is Esme Cullen, Edward's mother."

"And I'm Carlisle, Edward's father." He extended his hand, I extended mine and we shook.

"Mom, dad, this is Bella Swan. We were planning to arrange a meeting with you so you two could have met her properly so that's why she's not dressed in something nicer. But don't worry, she doesn't dress in clothes like this everyday, she was lounging at home while I called her to help me with my homework." I gaped at the devil standing beside me. He dare to lie to his parents?!

"Oh, well it's fine. I think she looks pretty cute the way she is now." She said it with such honesty that I couldn't help but blush. For affect, I turned into Edward and buried my head into the crook of his neck.

"Aw, she's shy." Esme let out a giggle.

"She is but she really is wonderful."

"I trust that she is. This is, after all, the first time you brought a girl home. Your father and I were getting worried whether you found someone or.. if you flipped to the other side of the coin." Edward made a gagging noise while I tried to contain my laughter.

"Really, mom, I haven't even gone near that side of the coin and I don't think I will."

"I should hope not." I turned around to see a small grin on her face, eyes glinting. "I would like to get to know your girlfriend better, though. How about I arrange a lunch date for just us girls?" I blinked at the idea. when I was silent too long for Edwards liking, he squeezed my side.

"Oh, uhm, yes. Of course, I'd love to."

"Great! It was nice meeting you, Ms. Swan but my husband and I must get going or we'll be late." They waved as they got into their shoes and walked out the door, locking it after it shut.

"Uhm.. " I mumbled and pulled away from Edwards side, smacking away his hand when he wouldn't release his hold. "Kindly explain what the hell was that all about."

Instead of saying anything, he just stood there, staring me down. I started to get nervous when his traveled down my body but he suddenly grabbed my hand and started to pull me up the stairs. I tried to pull back, scream at him but he held tight and continued to drag me up. I was tempted to just go limp like a dull but knowing him, he would pick me up bridal style. Once we reached the top of the stairs, I was greeted with more marble floor, pictures on the walls, hallways and a hella lot of doors.

He started to drag me down one of the many hall ways, took a few turns here, a few turns there and we stopped in front of a door that was slightly bigger then the others. He twisted the knob, opened the door and walked right in, still having me dangle behind. Once in, he shut the door and motioned me to sit on the bed. Hesitantly I did and watched him like a hawk as he made his was over to his dresser to look at some things. While he was distracted I took this moment to glance around the room.

The floor was a white rug instead of marble, the walls painted a pale yellow and there was glow in the dark stars hanging from the ceiling. Strange. Edward began to pace around his room, moving a couple things around, rearranging his computer chair a little, making sure there was no desk on the dresser. This went on for a complete three minutes before he walked up and stopped in front of me. I stared up, squinting up at him suspiciously. He must have been thinking while pacing.

"Your not going out with Jacob." It was more of a statement then a question. I knew he had been thinking.

"And what makes you say that?"

"If you were indeed his girlfriend, you would have out right protested about us being a couple to my parents. You would be loyal to him.. " I sniffed, my back straight and stiff. He knew me too well.

"What Jacob said that day wasn't true, he does have a crush on me but it's not that way between us."

"So why didn't you protest that day?"

"I was.. in shock, I guess. Didn't really expect that bold move from Jacob."

"Your pride also got in the way."

"No-"

"Don't deny it. I could see it in your eyes and stance. You wanted to reach out to reassure me but you were shaking a little, holding back." I didn't have anything to say. He practically said the same thing Alice did.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back onto the bed. Before I could collect myself, my waist was straddled. My eyes snapped up to his, wide, a little fearful but mostly curiosity. Without warning, he rocked his hips forward in a rough motion and I gasped out in surprise. I placed my hands on his chest, meaning to push him away but another rocked of his hips and I was clutching to him, slightly out of breath. He continued his movements until I could feel something hard poking me in the thigh.

His hand snaked up my shirt and under my sports bra, massaging my breast. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning out but he wouldn't have any of that and placed his own smooth lips onto mine. He placed butterfly kisses on my lips, slowly working along my jaw line and all the way up to my earlobe. He bit down hard, making me gasp out loud.

"Much better. You know I like it when you make noises. You just never do because we're in school."

"And you know I hate making them-" He breathed hotly down my neck, sending shivers down my body."Because they sound perverted.. "

"Exactly." He let out a ghostly chuckle before moving his lips back onto mine.

He nibbled on the bottom flesh, slowly dragging his teeth across until I opened up to him. While his tongue shyly touch mine, he had both of his hands up my shirt and on my breasts, squeezing, pinching. It was all becoming too much for me, the kissing, the fondling and the hip grinding. Before I could go onto the brink of insanity, he pulled himself off and began to shirt. I followed shortly after but Edward wanted to be the one to take my panties and he did so. With his teeth. It was one of the most erotic yet embarrassing things I have ever seen.

Instead of coming back up to kiss me, he bent down to the heat between my legs. I watched, eyes wide, breath caught in my throat. Then slowly, almost torturing, he lowered his head and stuck his tongue out, lapping. My head fell, heavy, back onto the pillows and my hips bucked upwards, hitting him in the nose. He chuckled then placed his hands onto my hips, probably making sure it doesn't happen again. He began to lick, suck and nibble again and I began to whither, unable to control myself.

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Giving you guys a break from the lemon scene :] (Actually my friend smacked me on the head, told me it was too raunchy and made me take out some of it xD)

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Edward collapsed down beside me, spent, energy wasted. He made me lose myself two times, made me come in utter bliss. And it was amazing. I listened to his harsh breathing and felt the vibrations of his beating heart. He brought his hands to my hips, pulling me upright against him. I snuggled backwards and let out a content sigh. I could still remember what he kept muttering through the whole thing, "Mine.." or "Belong to no one else.." . Although I hate when people get possessive, I couldn't help feeling the thrill whenever he said those words. After going down on me, he pretty much made me moan, scream and squeal like a whore in heat.

The creak of the door opening made me snap my head in it's direction. I watched in horror as Jasper cam into view, hair messed up, lazy looking, wearing a thin white t-shirt and boxer shorts. His hand was on his crotch and he scratched.

"Can you guys try to keep it down a bit? Some of us has to work tomorrow morning." He yawned for effect and closed the door. I stared in shock, mouth hanging open.

"I thought only you and your parents lived here!"

"Nope, Rosalie and Jasper live here as well. But Rosalie is out with Emmett and Jasper works on weekends."

"If he's rich then why does he need to work?"

"He says it's a great way to pick up chicks," I snorted but he ignored me and continued on. "And he said he wants to give it a shot, to see how other people survive in this world. He says that being rich and getting whatever you want without any troubles in boring so he likes to try and work for such things."

"Wow.. that's sort of..admiral." I blinked while taking this new information in.

"Yeah but he is still a beginner. He only started this one month ago and so far he got fired from three jobs."

"Ouch."

"Yeah." It went quiet after that until something clicked in my head.

"Hey, how did you know that I was off my period?"

"Well your on birth control, right? Your periods don't come much but it's rare when they do. I made sure to make a scheduel of it to keep track of when you get off of it." I stared at him in shock.

"Pervert."

"You love that part about me." I kept my mouth closed, not bothering to answer. I wanted to tell him I may like more then that to him but my heart clenched hard when I felt my pride delute my mind.

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I sat nervously in the expensive looking restuarnt, glancing around at my surroundings. It was like being inside a garden under a huge silk tent. The tables were crystal clear glass with thin steel bars for legs, the chairs were covered by a thin white sheet and tied wit ha black sash, making a bow at the back. There was two glasses and a pitched placed on every table, as well as napkins, utensils and a thin vase with a single red, or white rose. The ground was all dark green, healthy grass with large stepping stones placed from the door to the tables. The tables and chairs were placed on large round white marble. There was about a total of three mini fountains in the place, a large one placed in the middle.

I then glanced to the many woman sitting in the place. They all wore elegant clothes, all high class stuff, large hats, all white. What is it with this place and white? It's not a bad color or something but I almost feel color blind in a place like this. Peaking down, I couldn't hold back a groan.

This morning, Edward had woke up bright and early, opening his curtains to allow the sunshine in. It woke me up instantly and tried to protest when he dragged me out of bed but he wouldn't have any of it. He made me take a shower with him and he wouldn't allow me to wash my own hair so I let him do it. Weird-o. After that he washed my own body and after that.. we shagged. Once we were done, I was ready to complain that he had planned it from the start but he told me his mom had told him the lunch date was today. So while in shock, he dressed in my some of his clothes, baggy sweats and a overly large shirt and dragged me out to the city,

"What's with the baggy clothes?" I asked curiously. I could have asked Rosalie for something.

"I don't want other guys looking at you. I know you would have asked Rose for some clothes but most of them are too.. revealing."

"Oh."

So that was that. We walked down the busy streets, people pushing past us to get to wherever they were going. Some people actually worked on weekends so that might have been the reason for all the shoving. Edward held my hand, tugging me into random fancy stores. He would pick up a bunch of dresses then push me into the dressing room. After putting on a dress, he ordered me to come out and show him. He would compliment on the clothes, how it mostly hung to my figure and demand to see another dress. After going to about seven stories, he finally found one that was perfect for me. I like it a lot as well but the price seemed outrageous. A hundred-and-forty seemed such a waste for a dress that even I could make.

But here I was, wearing a pure white sundress with the exception of two thin black lines at the hem of the dress. It hugged my upper body and hips well but it flowed out from there, ending at my knees. I Wanted to wear my running shoes but Edward was against it and bought a pair of white flats. Next he wanted to buy me jewelry but I threatened to break off all relations with him. So, with a gloomy aura, he dropped me off here. It seemed his mother already made the appointment ahead of time so there would be a spot open for us.

"I'm sorry I'm so late! I had a hard time escaping from work." The soft voice startled me from my thoughts. I looked up in time to see a flushed Esme, panting, beside her chair. She wore her her hair in a loose french bun, some strands of her dark brown hair framing her sticky face. Her attire was, of course, white. Almost. She wore a delicately multicolored silk hermes scarf, wrapped around her slender neck, a plain white blouse with the sleeves a little puffed up and a white skirt that reached above the knees, some stones decorating it. She had down, inhaled deeply a couple times before she seemed to settle down, finally.

"It's okay, I wasn't waiting that long." She offered me a smile.

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A/N: Short? I know. Sucks? Totally. But I decided that it needed to be written and posted. Games and life overpowered me so my inspiration is super low. There was suppose to be more in the end but I chopped it off to use in the next chapter. I need something to keep me writing or I'll be stuck staring at a blank page, thinking up something to write.

Once again, sorry.

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