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Games
EPOV
For some reason saying those three beautiful fucking words to me cause Bella to start hyperventilating. It's enough to make a man paranoid. Eyes widened in panic, both hers and mine, as her chest heaved in a feeble attempt to bring air into her lungs.
Usually the sight of her perfectly formed chest heaving caused major tightness in my underwear, this time however it caused major tightness in my brain. You would think I was the one with an oxygen deprivation.
Fuck.
"Breathe Bella, just breathe."
My hands stroked across her back as I told her that as calmly as I could manage, eyes flicking wildly across the room to find something to help her.
A bag...I need a fucking bag...why did I tidy my room?!
"Dizzy." Gasping out the words she kept curling her hands and fingers into fists before relaxing them again. In a second I was pushing a button on the intercom and my panicked scream echoed through the house.
"Carlisle!"
I was in serious danger of needing a bag myself.
Carlisle had taught Emmett and me a lot during out years of being his sons but being around Bella I forgot every little bit of information. When that stupid van had careened out of control and she fainted in my arms I didn't even check her for a pulse. The most basic of medical moves and I didn't even remember.
Handy in a crisis I am not.
Footsteps thudded up the stairs and through the hallway. Carlisle slammed into the room, I watched as understanding dawned in his eyes.
"Tingles." Bella blurted, shaking her hands at us, confusing the shit out of me but not phasing Carlisle. Emmett appeared behind him with concern etched across his face.
"My office." Carlisle ran down the hall, expecting us to follow. Emmett made a move to scoop Bella into his arms but I pushed him away before lifting her up and running us down to the office. Emmett was only a step behind me on the stairs; Esme met us on the landing and fell into step with us.
Blood was roaring in my ears, my heartbeat going faster than is humanly possible.
Depositing Bella on the leather examination table in Carlisle's office I took a step back and watched with horror as she continued to struggle to regulate her breathing. My look of horror was mirrored on her flushed face, but I had an inkling that it was more to do with embarrassment than anything else.
Carlisle handed Bella a bag and murmured soothing words to her, I found myself walking over and stroking my fingers down her arm as she gazed up at my and listened to Carlisle's practiced doctors voice.
"Breathe love, just breathe for me." I whispered down at her and she nodded the cutest little nod that made my mouth quirk into a stupid grin.
It took her a good five minutes of breathing into a paper bag and being stared at like an animal in the zoo before her breathing regulated.
"I'm sorry." Were the first words she mumbled at us all when she was able, making me snort out a laugh that started deep within me from relief causing several people in the room to jump.
"Relax Bella, just focus on breathing, and don't talk for a while." Carlisle told her before looking away when I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"You certainly know how to make my heart stop don't you." This elicited a smirk from her pouting lips.
"What the hell just happened here? Is Bella alright?" Emmett chose that moment to start his quest for answers.
"Don't say hell Emmett." Esme admonished without enthusiasm because she wanted to know too.
"It looks like a case of hyperventilation."
"Just how much money did you spend on your education again Carlisle?" I joked with only the slightest hint of belligerence to which he rolled his eyes.
"It isn't serious; I'm assuming this isn't a recurring problem Bella?" She shook her head in response, still following his orders to stay quiet and concentrate on breathing. "It's usually associated with panic attacks or anxiety of some sort."
Anxiety? Panic attack? Did I cause this by telling her about my parents?
"So she'll be ok?" Esme asked, looking at Bella with a tender smile.
"Yes, once her carbon dioxide levels correct themselves she'll be fine."
"I should take Bella home. I'll just have a quick cup of coffee and call you when I'm ready." Esme informed me with a little nod of her head. They filed out of the room quietly except for Emmett who bounded over and crushed Bella to him in a quick tight hug before leaving.
I'm sure that helped her breathing problem immensely.
"I'm so embarrassed." She finally spoke when she thought Carlisle was far enough away.
"I was so worried."
"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. My fingers started to tingle and I got really dizzy. Next thing you know I'm hyperventilating. Mortifying."
"If I knew I had that kind of effect on you I would've toned it down a bit." I sniggered at her expression.
"I don't want to go home yet; we have so much to talk about still." Choosing to ignore my previous comment she leaned her body into mine, her head resting on my shoulder.
"I'll pick you up in the morning." Taking the chance whilst I still had it, my fingers trailed across her jaw to tip her face up to mine so I could kiss her without any of my family watching.
Once again I had to pull away first. I wasn't going to take the risk of her hyperventilating again.
Not tonight anyway.
"Again with the pulling away." She huffed at me.
"I love you, is that not enough for tonight?" Her eyes narrowed at me before she broke into a huge beaming smile that dazzled the shit out of me.
"For tonight, I guess it'll have to be. I'd better go."
I walked her through the house to the front door, my hand never letting go of her own. Carlisle and Emmett said goodbye and I stood hugging her tightly to me, rocking us slightly. Unwilling to let her go.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Again she almost blinded me with the overwhelming warmth from her smile before breaking my grip on her and walking away. Only a few steps away she spun back round to me. "Oh, and Edward?"
"Bella?"
"I love you too."
My smile almost broke my face.
BPOV
Esme waited for me in yet another Cullen car. This family had far too many cars. Had they never heard of global warming? They were probably responsible for the hole in the ozone layer all by themselves. Sliding into the seat across the leather I braced myself, expecting a grilling that did not materialise.
Edward's words were still storming through my mind. His pain and absolute vulnerability when he told me those things were still digging into my heart, making me physically feel his pain. This is the definition of empathy.
I can't say I care for it.
Whilst Esme didn't drive quite as fast as either of her sons she still managed to drop me home in record time. With a warm smile and a wave she drove back in the direction of the Cullen mansion. I stood in the drive for a while before I went into the house. Thinking about Edward's past, about our future and about how I was still just fucking mortified about having needed medical assistance because I had told him I loved him.
Eventually Charlie looked out the window and saw me loitering beside my truck. Frowning he came to the door and opened it.
"What are you doing Bells?"
"Thinking."
"You maybe want to do that somewhere you won't get pneumonia?"
"I see your point." Suddenly I felt the cold and shivered.
"Dr Cullen called me." Charlie told me when I closed the door behind me.
"Oh, right, I'm fine Dad, honestly."
"Said that you'd had some sort of panic attack?" His words came out as a question, encouraging me to tell him more.
"It was just hyperventilating, nothing to worry about." Walking over to the fridge I looked back at him to give a reassuring smile.
"I worry about you Bella. It can't be much fun looking after your old Dad. Forks isn't exactly a bustling metropolis either."
"Don't confuse me with Alice." I laughed and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. "I don't need much Dad, I'm happy."
He stared at me for a moment before continuing.
"Edward Cullen then?"
"Um, yeah." Sighing I admitted it. There was no point in keeping it from Charlie anymore.
"Isn't he older?"
"He's in my biology class."
"Hmph, I'm not sure I like it Bells. He drives like a maniac."
"He saved my life." That silenced him. His face was an interesting shade of blue as his mind strained to find any valid reason to forbid me from seeing him.
"Fine."
Sleep was something I didn't want to do but I had bid Charlie a good night, gone through the motions and disappeared up to my room. That was hours ago. Lying on my bed I stared up at the ceiling, counting the hairline cracks in the plaster but not really paying attention. My mind was, as always it seemed now, on Edward.
We hadn't had a chance to properly finish our conversation. There was so much I still wanted to know about his childhood. There was still so much he had to know about me.
But most of all I wanted to know if he thought that the flowers could have logically been from someone who had murdered his parents.
It was impossible surely.
Forks felt like the safest place in the world. My father is the police chief. Edward Cullen is my boyfriend. Alice Brandon and Jasper Hale were my best friends. Emmett Cullen had suddenly become like a big brother to me.
I am safe and I am loved.
There was a gentle tapping at my window, my head shot up making me wrench my neck and shout out in pain. Green eyes looking at me through the window widened in surprise.
"Bella, are you ok?" Charlie knocked on my bedroom door.
"Fine Dad, just pulled my neck." Walking over to the window I replied, trying to prevent him coming in the room and finding Edward hovering outside my window.
"Ok, well I'm going to bed. See you in the morning."
"G'night Dad."
After opening the window Edward climbed into the room with a surprisingly athletic and graceful fluid movement. One that I would never be able to pull off even with years of training.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered at him.
"I missed you." He shrugged at me like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to climb the tree outside my window and climb into my room.
"You've done that before." I accused, remembering the morning I woke up to a closed window and a heart stamped into snow.
"Maybe."
"Stalker."
"Is it my fault you're just so damn alluring?" Hands snaked around my waist, lips pushed against my neck and I gasped out in pain. "You really hurt your neck. I didn't mean to scare you."
Leading me over to my bed he gently pushed me down onto it and knelt behind me. His fingers began to knead into the muscles in my neck, relaxing me instantly and relieving the pain after a few minutes. Not that I wanted to admit that to him. I didn't want him to stop anytime soon.
Soon we could hear Charlie snoring across the hall.
"Thank god you don't snore when you sleep. I much prefer the talking." I nuzzled into his neck after he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled us down onto the bed. He smelled like soap and quintessential Edward.
"You pout when you sleep."
"I pout?"
"Yup, like a supermodel. You suck your cheeks in too." I laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised if you started Vogue-ing at some point." I snorted at the mental image.
My snort of laughter made his eyes narrow; I was a second behind his thought process. Before I could react to what I suddenly knew he was going to do he had me flipped over and he was crouching over me, pinning my hands above my hand.
"I would never Vogue in my sleep." He punctuated each word with a kiss to any area of exposed skin he could reach whilst trying to keep the outraged tone in his voice.
"I'll just have to take your word on it and bide my time." I giggled. "I'll catch you at it eventually." He released my hands before lifting the hem of my pyjama top and thrusting his head up it making me squeal loudly with laughter.
Charlie's snores stuttered and stopped. His feet hit the floor, heading towards my room. Edward's head withdrew from my top, with a quick kiss on the mouth he bolted for the closet just before Charlie opened the door.
"Bella?"
"Yes?" I subtly tried to adjust my top. His eyes flicked across the room with suspicion.
"I thought I heard voices."
"I was on the phone to Alice, sorry for being loud, I didn't mean to wake you." I wasn't an adept liar, but with any luck he would buy the Alice excuse.
"Keep it down next time? G'nite Bells."
Edward's grinning face peaked out from behind the closet door. His grin had the most amazing lopsided appeal, it lit up his entire face and made his eyes shine. I sighed with the happiness of seeing it.
I'm truly beginning to wonder about my mental faculties now that Edward is in my life. A month ago I would have been my usual cynical self about love. A month ago I would have supposed that a person could not be in love after knowing a person for two weeks. But the dreams made me feel like I had known Edward for months. Slowly I had fallen in love with the man in my dreams, as tragic as it seems. And now that he was real, in my life, in my room and stalking back over to the bed where I lay it was like I wouldn't ever need anything else.
"I'm only coming back over there if you can promise to be quiet." He warned whilst circling the bed like a predator.
"I'm making no promises Cullen. Guess you'll just have to keep on circling." Faking a yawn I tried to hide my smirk. He hates it when I call him Cullen, the sexy little growl that just escaped his throat could testify to that.
"I'll just go home then. That's probably best. I don't want your father to come at me with a shotgun."
So that's how this is going to be?
Two can play at that game.
"You're right." I told him, revelling in his quickly erased frown. I stretched my arms up and away from my body with another fake yawn, making sure my vest rode up across my stomach.
Ah, there it is. His eyes darkened when they took in my stretched body, roaming across my stomach and up across my breasts. I could feel the heat from his gaze.
"You really are the deviant of this relationship." He growled at me, still not moving either towards me or the window.
Dammit, he was right. Every chance I got I tried to get into his underwear. Could I be blamed for that? I'd never seen a man look so goddamn do-able. From the top of his beautiful bronze hair to the ends of his masculine feet and everything in between. Not least his transcendental eyes and the yummy trail of hair that leads down into his jeans.
I sighed. With frustrated lust and realisation. I had been objectifying him. Next time he was going to have to initiate any sort of naughty touching.
Defeated I look up at him.
"Aren't I? Come here and give me a hug."
"A hug?"
"I promise to behave. Besides, if we try anything Charlie will definitely hear me."
With two steps he was back in my bed, he launched himself down onto it bouncing a couple of times before finally stilling.
"Yeah, your Dad would definitely hear the springs on your bed as I nailed you." He snorted at me.
"Nailed?!"
"You would prefer screwed? Fucked? Doinked? Shagged? Boned? Getting known in a biblical sense? I could go on..."
"I'd really prefer you didn't." I laughed. "Not had many girlfriends before have you? Not really had time to practice romantic seduction conversation."
"No need when you look as good as this." He waved his hand down his body.
"Oh my god." I snorted. "Go home Edward." My hand made contact with his hip and I made to shove him off the bed but he refused to leave. Thankfully. His body shook with laughter at my faux outrage. Instead of getting off the bed he bundled me into his arms, holding me flush against him, our noses touching. Our lips touched lightly, each of us expelling a deep breath of frustration at not being able to take this any further tonight.
"Go to sleep Bella, I like when you fall asleep in my arms. You look so beautiful. Like Raphael himself has created you just for me." He dropped kisses across my face before stroking his hand through my hair.
How did I get so lucky?
"I love you Edward."
I felt his smile through my hair before the thick blackness of dreamless sleep overwhelmed me.
EPOV
I left Bella sleeping in her bed when I heard her Dad's snores begin to stutter at around six o'clock. I jogged down to where I had parked my car and headed back to my place to pretend I'd been there all night. Emmett had agreed to cover for me if either Carlisle or Esme asked where I was. I don't know what he would have told them but Emmett is the king of thinking on his feet.
Watching Bella sleep, as creepy as it sounds, is one of the things I liked to do the most. The way her eyelids flutter when she goes into the REM stage of sleep, the way her lips pout out at an unseen recipient, the little mumbles of conversation that would tumble uncensored from her mouth. Sometimes her hand would work its way up into my hair and fist through it.
That bit was the best.
Before leaving I checked her truck for an unwanted bouquet of roses. I hadn't voiced my suspicions about who I thought had left them because it was insane. There was a pretty dormant part of me that was a paranoid individual and slowly this annoying peace shattering fucker was stepping out from the shadows. How could it logically have been from the people who killed my parents?
They are still out there. Living their lives, everyday waking up and going through the motions. They get to call their parents, play with their kids. Then they have somebody's parents killed. Have their world shattered and ripped apart until even the shards aren't worth saving. Why would they wait until I was just 7 months away from turning 18 to start truly fucking with me?
It's highly unlikely.
I shook the niggling shiver of dread away from me and pulled up to the house as quietly as I could. Carlisle stood on the porch waiting; he held two cups of coffee in his hands and looked like he hadn't been waiting long. Sometimes I think he isn't even human the way he pre-empts my actions.
"Good morning Edward." I took the cup he was proffering when I reached the porch, my gaze tracking his own as he stared out through the trees surrounding the house.
"Morning."
"Up early?"
"I went jogging." I replied, managing to make him almost spit his coffee out with laughter.
"You should maybe work on your alibi before you attempt this again. I take it you were at Bella's?"
"Yeah."
"She is a very lovely girl Edward." For some reason I bristled at him calling her a girl. Bella was a woman in my eyes. "Esme is quite taken with her. We are both impressed with the effect that she is having on you." He quickly glanced at me before taking another sip of coffee.
"Yeah." I mumbled, unsure where this is going.
"How much have you told her, about your past?"
"Almost everything." At that he openly stared at me. It had taken me years to open up to them about that day I went home to find my world in tatters, yet Bella had gotten it out of me in an exponentially shorter amount of time. "The therapy must have worked." They had paid for me to go to therapy in every place we had been in up until last year when I just stopped going. There was nothing else to be found out. I had gone through a horrendous thing, talked about it and finally managed to feel better about myself.
The only thing they hadn't been able to stop was the dreams, and for some masochistic reason I had never wanted them to stop. To me they were the one thing that still connected me to my parents, no matter how horrific they may have been. After years they had faded to nothing but the memory of the murky bathwater my mother had been found in. I no longer awoke screaming in the night. Mostly I could get through the night without much disturbance.
"Yes. You must love her very much to have opened up to her like that."
Maybe I should tell Carlisle about the dreams? He would maybe have a medical explanation for them.
Highly doubtful.
"I do." This was getting uncomfortable. I hated talking about my feelings to myself let alone someone else.
"Edward, I'm not going to stop you from leaving the house and going to Bella at night. You are almost an adult and I have the utmost faith in your ability to make the right decisions. But Esme would panic, you know how protective she gets about yourself and Emmett."
"My plan was that neither of you would know." I told him honestly. "I don't plan on telling Esme."
"Neither do I." Carlisle concluded the conversation and walked back into the house.
That wasn't how I expected this conversation to go down. I was vaguely expecting a half hearted attempt at being grounded. Not that it would happen, the Cullen's weren't the grounding type. More the "I'll tell you exactly why I'm disappointed in you and don't expect it to happen again" types.
I got pretty lucky when they found me.
Charlie takes fucking ages to leave the house. I drove past eleven times before the cruiser was absent. Emmett huffed in the car beside me until I relented and parked down the street for five minutes before making the circuit again.
"Dude, I'm getting car sick. Just man up and knock on the door."
"I don't want to."
"You don't want to? I worry about you sometimes. Park in the drive and I'll fucking do it."
"No way." I picked up speed on the way past the house so that he couldn't commando roll out of the car. I wouldn't put it past him.
"You'll risk getting shot by the Police chief for climbing into his daughter's bedroom whilst he slept but you refuse to knock on the door like a normal person?"
"Correct." I nodded.
"Jasper and I are going to need to talk to you about this."
"About what?"
"About the time in every young man's life when they grow balls."
"Dick."
"Yes, they grow that too." He guffawed.
Biology.
My favourite class.
Bella kept throwing me furtive glances as she pretended to listen to teacher. Well, she most probably was listening. It was I who was pretending, distracted by her hair, her face, her arm, her wrist, her fingers wrapped around her pen. Basically everything.
I had told her last night that she was the deviant out of our coupling but that was just a lie. I wanted to be sure she didn't think that I thought by having the dreams we shared that I expected Cart Blanche access to her most personal of areas. In reality I wanted to be making the sex with her pretty much constantly, the way her skin flushed was exquisite.
Mr Banner pulled out some AV equipment and dimmed the lights. Perfect. Now I could blatantly ignore the learning and focus entirely on the most perfect profile. She slid a piece of paper over to me without glancing away from the screen.
Stop staring at me.
I can't help it.
Try. You are distracting me from my education.
My mind keeps wandering to how flushed the skin behind your ear gets when I kiss it.
Now who's the deviant?
She smirked at me, finally losing the internal battle and looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Her left hand stretched out and settled on my thigh, my own caressed the top. How does she get her skin so touchable? I didn't get long to think over an answer to my own question before I felt Bella's hand begin a smooth, slow and teasing ascent towards my crotch.
In biology?!
I almost threw the piece of paper back at her. Responding with a shrug she continued to move her hand up until it rested directly on top of me. Her smirk widened when she realised I was swelling under her touch.
I had adamantly refused to be one of the teenage boys who needed a folder to cover his erection. Yet she was causing it to be true. Class was going to be over in five minutes. She knew exactly what she was doing. I ripped the paper back to my pen.
Stop it.
Don't you want me? Her smirk grew, letting me know she wasn't being serious.
Always.
Charlie won't be home tonight.
Why not? I frowned. Irrationally I really didn't want Bella to be alone in her house, no matter how safe she thinks she is.
He said work.
I'll be there.
She was definitely not being left alone. Her hand immediately left my groin and set gently on the lab table.
It was Jaspers turn to grab us all lunch. When I had first started it seemed like the oddest thing to me, that they took turns in getting lunch for everyone at the table. Now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I don't know how the tradition started but I liked it. Though they didn't take into account the fact that Emmett could eat his own body weigh in sandwiches. The piles of food on the tray were getting bigger and bigger.
Bella sat leaning into my side with my arm slung around her like it was something we did every day. People were still not over the fascination of us as a couple. Not that I could blame them, it had only been a few days and I was only just getting used to the brilliance of it myself. I snatched a couple of sandwiches from the tray for Bella and me before Emmett could claim them all.
"Charlie is working tonight guys." Bella informed the table. What is she doing? I wanted her alone tonight, just her and me and a fuckload of touching.
"Cool." Jasper threw me a quick glance, picking up on my reaction to her announcement.
"What time do you want us there?" Alice asked between bites of her blood red apple.
"Um...we have that thing tonight baby. That thing with...um...you know." Jasper tried to divert Alice's attention and clue her in to my plans but failed miserably because there wasn't a devious bone in his honest body.
"What are you talking about?" She looked perplexed.
"Eight would be good." Bella replied, rolling her eyes at Jasper, knowing exactly what he was doing. "Emmett, you in?"
"In for what? I know what you crazy juniors get up to when your parents are away. It's wild parties and fisticuffs in the entertainment room."
"I think you are mistaking me with you." Bella laughed. "It's just a games night; we do it when Charlie works nights. I promise you won't be kept late and Jasper will make sure you get home safely."
"What about Edward?"
"Um...he has to make sure I'm safe." She smiled up at me, Emmett made a gagging noise, I hit him hard on his solid upper arm and my hand went numb.
Man was made of fricking concrete.
"Fine." He narrowed his eyes at Bella. "But if you lead me astray I'm telling my mom."
BPOV
Games night was a routine we had fallen into when Charlie had to work nights. I went through a phase of hating being in the house alone so Alice and Jasper concocted a games night to distract me with. We would play cards, board games, anything to make us laugh and have a good time. We could play snap for hours and never get bored of it because of the company.
Jasper almost always won.
The reflexes on that boy are out of this world.
Charlie and I sat in a comfortable silence when we ate dinner across from each other. I could see him contemplating starting to say something, which I guessed had something to do with Edward, but he never actually managed to vocalise his thoughts. He knew I would throw the fact that Edward saved me from Tyler's van back at him like I had last night.
"Why do you have to work tonight when you worked all day?"
"I can't really talk about work, you know that Bella, but it's nothing to worry about."
That was his standard response. I didn't know if there was a proper rule about that sort of thing within the police force, but Charlie was always reluctant to tell me about the crime he found himself immersed in on a daily basis. He always told me there was nothing to fret about, but worry about him I always did.
Even if he was a postman I would worry about him.
The fact that he had a gun both added to and lessened my worry in equal measures.
There was a knock on the door, Charlie went to answer and I piled the dishes into the sink. I was up to my elbows in bubbles when Edward walked into the kitchen behind Charlie; he was dressed in jeans and a faded Ramones t-shirt.
"You look like Jasper." Was my greeting, making him look down at his top with a frown.
"Well, he is my hero after all." He grinned across at me, careful to keep his distance whilst Charlie was still in the house. Internally I chuckled at how blatantly anxious he was.
"I would introduce you, but you've already met."
"Yes, usually when I'm ticketing you." Grumbled Charlie, making me let loose a nervous giggle.
"Sorry about that." Edward mumbled, looking like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
Charlie crossed the room and pulled out his gun, leaving me staring at him open mouthed. What is he doing?
"I'm going to work now." He looked from me, to Edward and back again. "You said Alice would be here."
"She's on her way Dad, so is Jasper."
"Emmett should be here soon too sir."
"Your brother?" Edward nodded and Charlie seemed placated for the time being. He walked over to me, giving me a quick pat on the head and whispering in my ear, making me shake with barely controlled laughter.
Edward stared at me as we listened to the sounds of Charlie leaving the house, getting in the cruiser, pulling out of the drive and driving away. When we could no longer hear the retreating engine he appeared at my side pulling me away from the sink and planting a hot, wet kiss on my mouth.
"What did he say to you before he left?"
"He told me he put mace in the cupboard and a gun was in his room." I snorted.
"He thinks I'm some sort of sex pest?"
"He thinks all teenage boys are, except Jasper. But that's only because if he thought about Alice and Jasper getting it on his head would explode." His laugh was sexier than his lopsided grin, it sounds like it starts in his toes, travelling up his body making it shake with amusement before escaping through his vocal chords.
"I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of him that's for sure. Or you, now that you know where a gun is. We both know you'd end up shooting yourself." He grinned, planting his hands on my ass and lifting me up to sit on the bunker, my legs wrapped around his waist and I couldn't bring myself to be outraged by his statement.
"That's very true."
"I wish you hadn't invited everyone else round." Hair brushed across my cheek when he gently pushed my head to the side so that he could place his lips on my neck. Little kisses set my skin ablaze, he worked his lips up to the back of my ear before he pulled back a little. "Extraordinary."
"It's tradition."
"You knew you were going to ask them when you were teasing me in biology didn't you?" His hands worked their way under the hem of my shirt, idly moving across the skin to make me shiver in his arms.
"Yes." I gasped out when his mouth swooped down onto my collar bone, letting my head fall back I fisted my hands into his hair, giving it a tug to bring his mouth up to mine. Sucking on my bottom lip his tongue slowly swept across it before he pressed it into my mouth.
"You know what they say though, don't you?" His words were punctuated with the kisses, licks and sucks he administered on his way down to the neckline of my shirt. His hands worked back down, sliding into my jeans and cupping my ass, pushing me into him, making me aware of just how aroused he was. The thick rod encased in his jeans pushed against the fire in my own groin making me moan against his neck.
"What' do they say?" I finally asked him, alternating between kissing along his beautiful jaw and grazing his earlobe with my teeth. Pushing me gently backwards he lifted my shirt and kissed along my stomach, making the pooling of warmth within me into a bona fide lake.
Just as his fingers were at the button on my jeans he looked up at me with a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Revenge is sweet." Smiling widely, he stepped back and sat on one of the kitchen chairs just as the Alice opened the front door and shouted a greeting.
"Bastard!" I hissed at him, quickly straightening my clothes and leaping off the countertop.
Alice hugged me tightly when she walked into the room, Jasper not so tightly but with no less affection. They both looked at me with quirked eyebrows, taking in the mussed up hair, flushed face, heavy breathing. And the unbuttoned jeans. Edward managed that in a stealth attack it would appear.
"You look...um...a bit hot and bothered." Snickered Jasper.
"That's one word for it." Glowering at Edward I wrenched the front door open for Emmett, surprised to find Rosalie with him. They both took a step back when they saw the look on my face.
"Sorry, come in." Gesturing towards the kitchen I let them in. I followed them through to the kitchen where Alice was already sifting through the assembled board games and cards sitting there.
"Ready?" She asked with a smile.
Edward and I locked eyes. He smirked and I saw red.
"Let the games commence."
EPOV
Damn Bella is evil when it comes down to getting revenge. After my little stunt in the kitchen I figured we were equal. I wasn't looking to score any more points anyway. That is until her unshod foot took up resident on my crotch when we were playing a hand of cards. The arch of her foot sat neatly along the shaft of my dick, slowly but firmly stroking along the length. I'm not a blusher but I'm pretty sure the remaining blood in my body shot straight to my face because the devilish little smile I wanted to kiss of her face took on an air of victory.
We played games, both literally and metaphorically for hours. All the time I was hoping that one of the others would yawn and make moves to leave. I was sending Emmett telepathic commands all through the round of 21 we played. There wasn't much else I could do except throw the pennies we were betting with at the dense skull that surrounded his unreceptive brain.
All the while her fucking foot was stroking and pushing against my ever growing hard on. She was giving me a foot job and I was powerless to stop her. My hand dove under the table and gripped her ankle to stop the motion, but the traitorous little fucker just started moving her foot more firmly against me whilst it stroked up her smooth leg as far as it could go. I couldn't stand up, it was obvious, I'd take Jasper's eye out when I turned round to leave and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't thank me for that.
I kicked off my shoe and set my foot on her chair between her legs, not moving it. Sporadically I would stretch and pretend yawn, pressing the flat of my foot right into her crotch, making her jump and drop her cards.
"If you put your arm around me I won't be responsible for what Alice does to you Edward." Jasper intoned sardonically when I stretched and yawned for the fifth time, picking up on the energy sparking between Bella and me and trying to diffuse it with humour.
As suddenly as she started she withdrew her foot and yawned. It was nearing ten o'clock. I hoped to god she wasn't actually tired. The things my body was aching to do to her couldn't take another shutdown. Jasper picked up on it first.
"We should probably be heading home guys." Alice looked at him with a little pout, he answered it with an inclined head and she suddenly understood, a dawning realisation appearing on her spritely face.
"You're right." She acquiesced. Prising Rosalie from Emmett's embrace and yanking Emmett to his feet in an impressive display of strength, considering he had to have about a 180 pound muscle advantage, she made quick work of getting everybody out of the house.
Bella stood at the door waving everybody off as I cleared up the debris of her games night. When she first mentioned it I thought it was going to be completely lame, but she was right, it's to do with the company and not actual games played. Hell, we could have played Monopoly and had a great time.
I was waiting in the hall for her when she closed the door, as soon as it clicked shut I had her pinned up against it with my body. Limbs, teeth and lips moved in a flurry of want and need. She met every touch I placed on her body with one of her own. My teeth grazed across her neck above the carotid artery followed by my tongue. One hand dove down the front of jeans, feeling her through her damp underwear, feeling just how eager for this she was.
"Edward." She groaned, making my name sound sexual and like it contained about forty syllables as she elongated it in one long breathe, pushing her hips against my hand. Her fingers tore through the material of the Ramones shirt I was wearing in a desperate manoeuvre to remove it from my body.
Shit.
Jasper definitely wasn't getting this one back.
I pulled my hand out of her jeans as she sank to her knees in front of me, her fingers magically making quick work of the belt I wore and the buttons on my jeans. In a rough motion she pulled them down into a pool at my ankles, looking up at me through her lustrously thick eyelashes she licked her lips and I groaned her name. Fingers hooked into the waist of my tight boxers, pulling them down to join my jeans and freeing my throbbing dick.
It had been begging for this release all day.
Bracing myself against the door with my hands her fingers and tongue went to work. Swirling across the head, stroking up my length, kissing the tip, taking me inch by inch into her wet tight mouth.
Jesus.
I've never believed in heaven, but if it exists I want Bella there.
Doing this.
Hourly.
My hips started thrusting of their own accord, the primal need overtaking any remaining brain function. Fingers dug into my ass, guiding me in my initial movements before just curling onto my hips. Her moans vibrated through me, making me groan her name over and over in time to my thrusts into her mouth. I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat, feel it closing around the head.
"Bella, I'm going to..." But like before she didn't pull away, didn't duck out of the way of the fast stream of liquid bursting forth from me. She moaned my name and my twitching release went down her throat.
Shaking from the force of climax one hand left the securing position on the door, making its way down to her head, stroking down through her hair before clasping her elbow and pulling her up.
"You're amazing." I mumbled at her between kisses. She grinned against my mouth, returning my kiss.
"Your turn." Giggling she skipped past me, patting me on the ass and making for the stairs. I kicked off the fabric pooling around my feet, picking it up lest Charlie return home and find my jeans abandoned by the front door. I caught her half way up the stairs, picking her up around the waist making her squeal and laugh with surprise and happiness.
Christ I love this girl.
I threw her over my shoulder, hurrying us both up to her room. Ignoring her fake protests and gentle thwacks on my back I kicked open the door fully ready to throw her down onto the bed and devour every last piece of her.
Until I realised there wasn't any room left on the bed.
Thanks to the blanket of single stem roses in every colour of the motherfucking rainbow.
"What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On. Here?!"
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