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Walking out into New York after the plane ride was breathtaking.
The city was awake, alive, and bright.
I hadn't seen much of L.A, but I vowed that I would go spend some more time in the city if it was anything like this.
The sky was just hitting the dark blue of twilight, the buildings went up and up and up, skyscrapers, little twinkling yellow and white lights that made them glitter against the skyline. I loved looking at the little delis and newspaper stands, the taxis speeding by, the travelers hurrying to wherever it was they were going. It was so New York.
"Bella, are you going to stand there all night?" Alice chuckled, playing with Jasper's hand.
Edward slipped his gloved hand into mine. It was cold, dead of winter and it hadn't snowed yet but it would be snowing soon and I was grateful for Alice's shopping trip.
The girls all wore different colored fitted peacoats, dark jeans, boots, gloves and scarves and beanies.
The guys had their leather jackets and gloves. Edward's cheeks were flushed with cold and the tip of his nose was pink. I wanted to bite it.
Rosalie elicited a taxi calling whistle that would've been heard in Arizona and I watched with amusement as four taxis simultaneously stopped.
Emmett glared at the seedy taxi driver as we piled into two separate cabs, Alice, Jasper and Rose and Emmett, then Edward, Elizabeth and I.
I cuddled up to Elizabeth, and she absentmindedly stroked the hair that was peeking out from under my black beanie, looking out the window at the city rushing past.
Edward smiled at us from the front seat.
The ride to the hotel was only twenty minutes and we paid the cabbie quickly and grabbed our luggage to get checked in.
In the lobby Alice decided she needed her own bellhop and cart for her seven bags.
"Careful!" she warned. "Those are chanel."
The hotel was extravagant, to say the least. The Carlyle, which I found funny. You know, Carlisle. Right?
Whatever, I'm lame.
The lobby was all crystal chandeliers and gorgeous carpeting, snooty receptionists and bellhops who expected to be tipped with crisp hundreds.
Which Alice followed through with.
Rose and Emmett had their suite, as did Jasper and Alice, Elizabeth had her own room, which left me. And Edward.
For five days.
In a hotel room.
Damn.
***
We ordered room service that night and ate in Elizabeth's room, too tired and jet lagged to go anywhere.
The banquet was on Thursday, so we had tomorrow, which was Wednesday, for tourism.
I was super excited, which made me giddy and laughy.
And Alice was being all mysterious about dresses that we would be wearing. They were very high class and couture, knowing her, but I still wanted to see it.
She assured us they'd be perfect.
We popped in a movie while we ate.
I chomped my rare steak and fettuccini like I hadn't eaten in a year.
It was amazing.
Light conversation and movie commentary flitted about in the room and laughter punctuated the amicable atmosphere.
These were the happiest times in the world.
After dinner everyone laid around, stuffed, until one by one, the couples retired.
I bounced down the hallway, Edward in tow, smiling and giggling, until he scooped me onto his back to carry me.
"You are insatiable when you're excited." He told me, grinning.
"I just can't wait for tomorrow!!"
He threw me on the bed and laid next to me, snuggling into my side and humming contentedly. I ran my fingers through his hair.
"Life is beautiful." he whispered to me.
"I know."
We didn't need to say more. For the time being.
***
My alarm went off at six and I jumped up like a rabbit and ran to the shower. Edward was already in it.
"Dammit." I growled.
I heard him laugh, but I was annoyed. I wanted first shower.
I stripped and hopped in, sighing at the seven jets hitting my body at once.
We showered quickly, no funny business, and I was so excited for New York that I didn't even worry about his non reciprocated I love you or kiss yet.
I slid on a pair of dark skinny jeans over my black thong, and a blue sweater with a black coat over it, grey scarf and hat, black gloves and boots.
I dried my hair and applied a minimal amount of make-up.
Edward handed me a cup of coffee just as I heard a knock.
Alice stood at the door, Jasper, Rose, and Emmett in tow.
"Where's Elizabeth?" I asked.
"She went to see Esme for breakfast, told us to go see the city."
I nodded and went to get my purse.
We went downstairs and quickly hailed a cab, as I looked outside at the crisp morning, feeling excited for all the days possibilities.
***
We were walking through the streets of New York and I was annoyed.
Edward had descended to douche bag mode again. Very suddenly.
He was avoiding my gaze. He wouldn't look me in the eyes. And he wasn't holding my hand.
Was he- my god- was he regretting this? I was so damn tired of it.
Was he grateful he hadn't kissed me, hadn't said clearly he loved me?
The thought turned my blood to ice in my veins.
The whole kissing issue was not made any better by the fact that Rose, Emmett, Alice and Jasper decided today should be national 'I feel like making out and saying 'love you' every four seconds.'
All of this made me feel quite cynical, which in turn made me grumpy, because, well fuck, this was New York! I should be happy!
"Bella are you coming or not?" Edward briskly spoke at my pause.
"Are you going to stop being an indecisive prick?" I muttered to myself.
"What?"
"Nothing."
***
I sat on the bench in Central Park munching on a hot dog.
Edward sat frigidly beside me.
Alice was twirled along, dancing by Jasper and Rose and Emmett were walking along the path.
"When did New York get so damn romantic?"
"Wait until tonight." Edward said cynically.
"Is there a problem, Edward?" I finally said, exasperated at the attitude that he had been carrying the past six hours.
"Not at all."
"Really? Well the shit-face you've had on all day says otherwise."
Apparently I offended him.
"I do not have a shit face."
I stood up suddenly.
"Are you bi-polar? Because you seem fine one minute, then the next you're all, 'I hate the world and Bella.'"
"I do not act like that."
"You do."
"Do not."
"Fuck, Edward, I wish I could understand you!"
Alice giggled loudly nearby, unaware of Edward and I.
"What is there to understand?"
"Um, I don't know? How about the fact that I've been waiting for fucking ever for you to just kiss me?"
The world stood still. Fuck. Fuck. I did not just say that. God, saying it out loud made it so- so bad.
Edward stared at me, shock etched on his features.
Tears burned in my eyes before I could do anything. I turned to walk away, stumbling blindly, hailing a cab, before I could even think straight.
I rode to the hotel, silently crying in the cab.
Stupid. That's what I was. And Elizabeth was wrong. I romanticized everything too much. I made things too complicated.
When I went to pay the driver, he shook his head solemnly and told me it was fine.
I walked into the lobby and pressed the elevator button again and again. Crying even more pathetically and dramatically at my predicament.
A gloved hand grabbed my arm.
I spun to face him.
He was looking at me, surprised, and just, hurt.
"Why did you run from me?"
Oh, I don't know? Because I just totally set myself up for rejection?
The elevator opened and I got in, grateful that it was empty.
He followed me. My whisper was broken.
"Edward, please-not now-"
"Than when Bella? When will be a good time? Huh?" He was angry. For no fucking reason.
I ignored him, pressed the button for the fourth floor.
"Bella, my god, you say you want to understand me, but I can't understand you!"
I stayed silent.
"FUCK!" He roared, simultaneously reaching out to press the red emergency button.
The elevator screeched to a halt. We were stuck.
"Are you fucking crazy Edward?" why was he making this so difficult?
"Yes, Bella. I fucking am."
We stared each other down.
"What do you want from me, Bella?"
The flood gates opened.
"I want you, Edward. You! I want you to kiss me and tell me you love me, and not be so complicated and angst about everything! I want everything to be easy, god damnit, because it never is! I just want you to fucking love me!"
The silence was palpable.
"Is that all?" He whispered.
I nodded. And then his lips were on mine. His beautiful, gorgeous mouth was connected with mine. At last.
It was so damn easy.
Soft, yet unyielding, and I wanted to be everywhere at once, because I had waited for this for so long.
He wrapped his arms around me securely, lifting me off the ground and I snaked my arms in turn around his neck and fisted my hands into his beautiful copper hair.
It was everything that I had wanted and more. His lips moved against mine, while I fought against him, pouring everything I had into this.
"You're everything I want Bella." He whispered against my lips. Our mouths worked furiously with each other. My eyes closed with the delicious sensation, and the wait was over at last. God it was so much better than I had ever thought.
It was a song that I had heard millions of times. Strange and familiar, a dream and so much more. Why had no one told me it would be like this? Like our souls were dancing, like my heart was beating inside of me with the wings of a humming bird, every nerve in my body shook, every cell burned. He was so much more than I had ever hoped for, and now I was living. For me, for him.
His tongue slipped into my very inviting mouth and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He stopped kissing me long enough to look into my eyes.
"I love you. I fucking love you. I'm in love with you. I want to be everything you need and want, because that's who you are to me. I'm sorry I'm so complicated. I'm sorry I'm an indecisive prick. But you're the one thing that's right in my life and I didn't want to fuck it up.
"Fucking kiss me Edward. I love you."
His lips were against mine again and all was right with the world.
But now that I had gotten over the shock of this, there was another feeling replacing the blissful love.
Edward was quickly hardening against my core.
I never let my lips leave his.
"Why not try for three in a row?" I whispered as I let my hands trail down to his very swollen dick.
"Bella-" he began.
"Don't even Edward. I've waited too long."
"In an elevator?"
His pants fell to the floor in response. His eyes burned. A forest on fire.
I licked his bottom lip, savoring this. My fingers hooked the elastic around his waistband, slowly letting his boxers fall to the ground.
My hands were everywhere, under his shirt, stroking his length, in his hair.
He went to work on my pants, pulling them and my thong down swiftly. His fingers dipped in only to see that I was very, very ready. There would be no foreplay. We had had months of foreplay .
I spread my legs to him, back against the elevator wall, pulling him to me.
My legs wrapped around him, as he aligned himself to me. There was that moment that was infinite, where our eyes met and I wanted to stay there forever. Then I gripped his hair and threw my head back.
"Edward." I whispered.
It was a clean thrust and he was in.
Yes. Fuck yes.
Fuck the slow love making. We made love with our mouths. This- this was pounding.
Thrust after delicious thrust, our skin clapped against each other, I clenched my thighs and held onto his tight ass as I pushed him in deeper and deeper.
Having him inside me was like nothing else. It was us connected, it was pleasure beyond anything I should have been feeling, it was animalistic and heavenly.
His head was buried in my shoulder as he drove into me, and his hand went down to quickly rub my clit.
A fast orgasm. And then another.
And then he came.
We shuddered together, held on to the moment.
"I love you. I love you." He muttered against my skin as he moved slowly, riding out his orgasm.
"Yes." I said simply.
We had said all that was left to be said. There was nothing else.
"I fucking love you."
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