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The Missing Letters (FGB Outtakes)
"Powerful you have become, the dark side I sense in you."
~Yoda
Chapter Five: Y is for Yoda
"Tell me you're kidding," Bella chastised. "Please tell me you're joking, Edward."
Bella and Edward stood in front of their refrigerator in a stalemate of sorts after Edward had taken a pen and crossed out the letter Y.
"No!" he answered and shook his head. "I'm very serious. You were taking too long to choose a letter; I took matters into my own hands."
The two wore terribly different expressions on their faces. Bella was scowling, had her arms crossed across her chest, and her right foot was tapping impatiently against the tiled kitchen floor. She was not in the mood for Edward's shenanigans. Edward simply ignored the frustration coming from Bella and just kept smiling brightly at her. He held the pen in his hand while the two stared at the markings he created over the letter Y.
It was Thursday, and Edward was eager to continue the game after Monday's adventures in the basement. He felt that Bella was taking too long to choose the next letter; he didn't want to wait anymore. It wasn't as if the two hadn't had sex since Monday. It was just that they hadn't played the game since then, and he was eager to see what Bella would come up with. Especially after claiming she was going to blow him out of the water.
He had brought it up over dinner on Wednesday night, and Bella had brushed the subject aside. She laughed at him and called him insatiable. Edward accused her of purposely stalling, but she merely shrugged her shoulders and told him that she was close to picking a letter. However, after dinner on Thursday night, Edward decided to speed up the course of action.
"It's my turn, Edward. You can't just skip me."
"You're taking too long. It's already been three days."
"Exactly." Bella pointed out. "It's been three days, not three years."
Edward scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair. The whole process just made a bigger mess of the unruly locks.
"Bella, I promise, you can have the next two letters. Hell, I'll give you the next three."
"No, Edward. It's my turn. I can come up with something for the letter Y. Something much better that whatever you have in mind."
"You have no idea what I plan on doing with the letter Y," he argued. Bella smirked at him and then tilted her to the side in an "Oh really" fashion.
"I've known you since I was four years old, Edward. I know how you think. I know exactly how your mind works."
She wore a smug smile on her face that caused Edward to stifle the moan that threatened to fall from his lips. She looked unbelievably sexy when she was smug. Bella rarely looked cocky; it wasn't in her nature. Even when she was right, she never gloated about it, but at this moment, she was gloating. Hell, she was practically showboating, and Edward was dazzled. There was a sparkle in her eyes, a wicked glint, and Edward wanted to find out about it.
"I think this will be fantastic, Bells."
"I don't!"
"Fine. What do you suggest we do, Bella?" he retorted angrily and handed her the pen. She slipped it back into the drawer he had pulled it out from earlier.
"I have a few ideas, Mr. Cullen. Never underestimate me. I can come up with something far better that your 'yes' idea. Besides, it's my turn."
"By all means, Bella, let's hear it," Edward replied, slightly shocked by the fact that Bella had guessed his idea correctly on her first attempt. He smiled to himself as he walked toward the living room; she truly did know him. It was a marvelous feeling.
He crossed his arms over his chest and sat down on the couch. He placed his feet on the coffee table, knowing that it would make Bella upset.
"Get your feet off the table."
"Oh, someone's mad," Edward teased as Bella scowled again.
"Edward stop being such an ass, and get your feet off the table. You're going to scuff it up, and I want to bring it back to Seattle. I think it would look nice in our living room."
Edward conceded as he noted the serious tone Bella was using. He knew it shouldn't amuse him and that it was immature, but he and Bella rarely fought and sometimes he just liked seeing her get mad.
It was odd, but she looked stunning when she was angry. Her cheeks always flushed a bright red and her eyes would narrow like that of a hawk's. It was like watching a predator in their element; she mesmerized Edward.
"So, what's your brilliant plan, Bella?"
He watched as Bella took a deep breath to calm down. She walked toward him and straddled his hips. Immediately, he bucked up against her. She smiled sinfully at him as she rubbed against the hardness forming in his jeans. She whispered in his ear as she gently nibbled his earlobe.
"Oh, young Padawan, much to learn you have."
=x=
Edward watched Bella for the next two days. She was acting strangely. It was a bit unnerving.
Whenever the doorman would call up to them, she would jump from wherever she was sitting and run to answer the call. Edward didn't know what was up with her, and he knew that if he asked, she wouldn't tell him. It's just what she did; he already knew. If it were something he should worry about, then she would come to him.
At around noon on Saturday morning, the doorman called back up and this time, Edward watched as Bella smiled into the phone. He wondered what Jimmy said and why it would make Bella so happy, but before he could ask, Bella was already running toward the door with her purse and sweater in hand.
"I'll be back around six. I'll bring something home for dinner."
"Where are you going?" Edward shouted after her. She was already a few steps from the elevator doors.
"I just have some things I have to do. Nothing major."
"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, Bells."
Bella smiled and walked back toward Edward. He was standing in the doorway of the apartment. He looked worried, and she felt guilty. It was the last thing he needed to feel. She tiptoed and kissed him soundly, before leaning back on the heels of her sneakers.
"I know that, Edward. There's just no need to worry. I just have to pick some things up, and I'm going to spoil myself for a while," she reassured him.
"Alright. You've just been a bit jumpy lately. I got worried something was up."
"Nothing Edward. I promise."
"Alright then. Have a nice afternoon then. Call me when you're on your way back, and don't worry about dinner. I'll make something."
Bella smiled and kissed Edward again before heading off to the elevator. She waved back at him before stepping in through the doors.
It was true that he didn't need to be concerned. It was also true that she was going to spoil herself a bit. She was off to get her nails done and even her hair. She needed to look the part and have someone who could get her hair up the way Princess Leia wore it.
If there was one secret that Edward hid from most people, it was that he loved Star Wars. He had even dressed up as Han Solo for Halloween when they were fifteen. Since he first saw Episode IV, whenever the movies come on, Edward watches them. That's why when he chose Y it had been easy for her to come up with an idea. Though, Yoda was pretty much the only thing she could come up with, the little green, Jedi Master would play no role in her plans for the night, except for the fact that he was what inspired the Star Wars idea.
Bella could still remember the Princess Leia poster Edward had in his closet. He thought it was hidden from everyone, but Bella had seen it countless times. It was a relatively small poster, but it was of Leia in the slave outfit. Edward would open his closet door sometimes and just stare at the image. Bella had seen him do it countless times.
For the last two days, Bella had been waiting for the Leia slave costume she had ordered to arrive. It had been expensive, but she had wanted an authentic replica, not one of the cheap ones that could be found in any costume shop. All the ones she had seen in the stores had been mostly made of latex and plastic.
It had taken a few hours of searching online before she found one that had the bikini top with a real metal design. It even had the metal piece to wear above the silk skirt and the choker with the chain. She even managed to get a replica of the metal cuff to wear around her left bicep, and the gold band to wear in her hair. All she needed was to buy a pair of shoes that matched and to get her hair done that day.
She told Jimmy to hold her package when she came downstairs. She informed him that she would be back around six, and she would take it then.
By four, Bella managed to get a manicure and pedicure. She was even waxed and managed to find heels in the little boutique by the salon. All she had left to do was her hair. She had purposely saved it for last because she was wary of how the stylist may react. She was afraid she might get laughed at when she pulled out a picture of Princess Leia and asked for that look.
However, when she did tell the stylist how she wanted her hair to be done up, the woman had smiled and reassured Bella that it was something she had done before.
"This look is very popular during Halloween and Valentine's Day," the stylist chuckled, and Bella blushed. Quickly, she came up with a lie.
"My boyfriend and I are going to a costume party tonight, and he wanted to do a Star Wars thing. He's a big fan."
"I'm sure he'll love you in the costume. You are wearing the bikini one, right?"
Again, Bella blushed. She nodded her head, and the stylist smiled.
"No need to be embarrassed. If I had a man, I'd wear the costume too."
Bella laughed along with the stylist and watched as she skillfully plaited her hair and placed the gold hair band in it. It looked fantastic when finished. She thanked her before paying and made sure she had her bags with her before heading out to find a cab.
It was around six when Bella started to head home and called Edward.
"Did you have a nice day?" he asked somewhat distractedly. She could hear him chopping something in the background, and it sounded as if he were sniffling.
"Yeah, I did. It was nice to be pampered. Are you cooking?"
"Yeah, I'm chopping up some onions. I'm making some quesadillas. Chicken and Steak and some plain cheese ones."
"Sounds great. Are you making rice, too?"
"Yeah. With beans."
"Yum. I can't wait; I'm starving. I should be home in about twenty minutes. Can you please make sure the bathroom is empty? I want to shower; I feel dirty." She heard Edward place the knife down and heard the teasing in his voice.
"Dirty? What naughty things have you been up to Ms. Swan?"
"Oh you know. Buying shoes, getting my nails done, letting some tiny Asian woman rip all the hair off my body. The usual." Edward laughed along with Bella and hung up the phone shortly after Bella managed to hail a cab.
The trip home went fairly quickly, though Bella couldn't control her nerves. For some unbeknownst reason, she was nervous of what Edward would think of her in the costume, or how he would react to the whole thing. Even that she wouldn't be able to pull off the act. It had been difficult to dance for Edward the other day; she had no idea how she would be able to pull off the act of being Edward's slave.
When the taxi, pulled up in front of the building, it felt like Bella's stomach had decided that her throat was the best place to reside. Even her hands began to shake a bit; she couldn't stop them.
"Hey Jimmy. Still have my package?" She smiled tightly at the doorman, hoping he couldn't see that she was completely frazzled.
"Of course, Ms. Swan. It's a heavy box. Would you like me to help you bring it up?"
"No it's alright. Can you just help me bring it to the elevator? I'll get Edward to help me bring it inside if I can't do it."
Jimmy nodded and grabbed the box from under the security counter and walked with Bella toward the elevator.
"What did you get that's so heavy?" he asked nicely, and for a moment, Bella thought of telling him the truth, but decided to lie instead.
"Just some silverware."
"Ah, that explains the clanging of metal inside the box," he said as the elevator doors opened.
"Yep," Bella quickly added. "You can just put it down here. No need to go all the way up."
"No problem, Ms. Swan. Here you go." He placed the box beside and waved to her as the doors closed.
Bella shook her head and took a deep breath. It was so unusual that she was so nervous, but she couldn't help it. She watched the numbers of the elevator climb higher and higher, and it felt like with each floor the metal box rose, her stomach twisted even more.
By the time the elevator reached her floor, Bella felt as if her body was on fire. The flutters in her stomach felt more like eagles flapping instead of butterflies. It even took her a few moments to open the door.
"I'm home," she shouted out to Edward. She could hear him working in the kitchen.
"Hey Bells. Are you going to shower before or after dinner?" he asked. Each word got progressively louder as he met Bella halfway between the kitchen and living room. He pecked a quick kiss on her lips and stepped back to see her.
"Before."
"What's in the box?" He took it from her and made a face when he heard the rattling of metal. "What the hell is this?"
"Just some stuff I ordered. Can you put it in the bathroom?" She cringed hoping that Edward wouldn't ask what it was; it would ruin the surprise. But of course, he asked.
"More stuff for your 'toy box', Bella?"
"No," she replied and rolled her eyes. "Things for the bathroom."
"That's why you needed the bathroom cleared?"
Bella quickly nodded her head and mentally patted herself on the back for saying "things for the bathroom." It worked out well with what she had asked of him earlier.
"Yes."
"I like what you did to your hair," he commented and ran a hand along the braid hanging from the hair band. "It reminds me of something. I just don't know what."
"Thanks."
"Are you okay?" Edward asked, noticing the short answers she kept firing off.
"Fine. Just tired. I've been running around for most of the day. I'm going to take a shower, and then we can eat."
"Want me to take this into the bathroom?"
"Yeah, and could you bring me a knife or some scissors to open it."
"Sure," he answered and carried the box to the bathroom. He dropped it off on top of the toilet and headed toward the kitchen and brought the scissors to Bella in the bathroom.
"Are you going to at least tell me what these 'things for the bathroom' are?"
"Nope. Now shoo and go finish making dinner."
Edward smiled; it was clear to see he was curious of what was going on. Still, he walked away without asking anything more.
As soon as Edward was back in the kitchen, Bella closed and locked the door and took a deep breath. He had been so close to ruining the surprise.
Slowly, she cut along the center of the box were the folds met and pulled out the bikini top wrapped in plastic. It was heavier than she thought it would be, but it looked a thousand times better than the plastic variations she had seen in the costume shops.
She unwrapped the rest of the costume and laid it all out on top of the box. The costume was gorgeous and well worth the money she had shelled out for it. Though her nerves were still flitting away, she couldn't wait to see Edward's reaction to the costume.
She fingered the gold choker of the outfit with the chain hanging from it. She wondered how Edward would react to that detail.
After a few moments, she hopped into the shower, carefully avoiding the spray on her hair. It took Bella only a few minutes to clean up, but almost thirty to put on the costume. It was mostly her apprehension that made the process slow. Getting the costume on had been easy enough, though the metal piece had taken some time and was heavy around her waist.
Bella dabbed a touch of gold tinted eye shadow over her lids and tried to talk herself up in the mirror.
"You can do this," she kept repeating. "It's just Edward. He loves you. He's seen you in way less."
At half past seven, Bella called out to Edward from the bathroom door. She was waiting in the living room.
"Edward, could you help me with something?"
"Yeah," he shouted back. "Just give me a second."
She could hear Edward washing his hands before she heard his footsteps.
"What do you need help wi—Whoa!"
Edward stopped walking a few feet from Bella and just stared at her. His eyes roamed up and down her body, following every curve of the costume and every familiar curve of her body.
"I should have realized—I knew it—the hair. Oh my God."
Bella had to bite her lip from laughing at Edward's ramblings. His eyes kept shifting from her hair down to her toes. He couldn't stop the expletives that followed.
"Fucking shit, Bella. I don't know what this is all about, but I love you so fucking much," he swore as he walked up to her. He grabbed her face in both hands and pulled her up to kiss him. Her heels, though high, still left Edward towering over Bella by a few inches.
With his lips pressed tightly against Bella's, he couldn't stop the groan that fell from his lips. He gnawed at her bottom lip and gently pulled it causing Bella to gasp. With that opportunity, he slipped his tongue between her lips and tasted her.
This woman will be the end of me, he kept repeating in his head. He couldn't get enough of her, and Edward was sure that he never would.
"Bella?" he moaned against her lips. "What is all this? Not that I'm complaining. Clearly, I'm not complaining."
"It's whatever you want it to be—Jedi Master."
Edward's eyes widened. His jaw dropped. Bella smiled politely at him and then lowered her gaze. The movement of her head caused the chain around her neck to rattle, catching Edward's attention.
She had been right, he thought. She was going to blow his letter out of the water.
"So," he began, elongating the word as he stepped closer to her. He grabbed the chain and gently tugged it to move Bella even closer to him. "Your mine to do anything I want?"
"Anything you desire, Jedi Master."
Edward grunted and pulled Bella back up for another kiss. It was wet and rough; Edward loved it.
"You're serious?"
"Yes, Master."
Edward nodded slowly to himself and stifled the urge to carry Bella into their bedroom and just spend the rest of the night fucking her into the mattress.
"So, Princess, If I asked you to crawl toward the kitchen?"
He watched the hesitation and frustration pass over her face before she slowly bowed her head toward him and knelt on the floor.
"Alright!" Edward quickly interjected and pulled Bella off the floor. "I'd never make you do that, even if you asked me to make you."
Bella smiled and nodded and waited for Edward's next request.
He stepped back again and took in the costume once more. His eyes studied the details in the bikini top as he ran his finger along the metal indented design along her breast. He leaned over and placed a kiss on top of each one. He reveled in the way her skin flushed.
"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered as he kneeled on the floor and kissed a trail down Bella's torso ending just above the metal plating sitting on top of her hips. Bella sighed contently and moaned softly as his lips seared her skin.
"Stunning," he whispered against her as he trailed the kisses back up her stomach and to her neck. His hands rubbed along the sides of her legs left bare by her skirt.
The sensations were overwhelming for Bella. Edward's hands were strong and hot against her thighs and his lips wet and scorching against her body. There was no way she could stop from moaning. It just felt too incredible.
Now standing up, Edward grabbed the chain once more, tugging it gently. He turned Bella around and brought her back flush against his chest. He moaned as he rubbed the hardness forming in his pants against Bella.
"You have no idea how much I want you at this moment," he whispered along her neck. "How badly I want to tear this skirt off and bend you over the couch."
Bella's breath stuttered at his admission.
"You can do whatever pleases you, Master."
Edward's eyes rolled back into his head at her words. He growled deep in his throat and fisted his hands tightly against his thighs to stop from doing what he threatened.
"Bella, don't say things like that. I can't handle that. I'm about to burst in my jeans, and you haven't even touched me yet."
"Would you like me to touch you, Master?" Bella sweetly asked as she pushed her backside against the hardness in his jeans.
"God yes," Edward begged and turned Bella around. He kissed her roughly. Bella kissed him back with all she had and sank her fingers into the hair along the nape of his neck.
Edward moaned appreciatively against her lips. Bella moved hers away from his and began kissing along his strong jaw. She slipped her hands under his shirt and pulled it up over his head.
The shirt fell to the floor unnoticed. He looked almost dazed by what was happening. He didn't even realize that Bella had walked them over to the back of the couch. He just kept watching as Bella kissed down his chest and licked around one of his nipples. He hissed when she nibbled on the hardening flesh and slipped his hand onto the back of her neck to move her. Away? Closer? He couldn't decide.
"Is this okay—Master?" Bella asked as kissed just above the waistband of Edward's pants and fingered the button.
With that innocent voice and devious look in her eyes, Edward was sure he was going to fall over the back of the couch when she did touch him.
"Yes. Yes. So many times yes!"
Bella silenced a laugh at Edward's expense and nuzzled her face against the stiffness in Edward's jeans.
"So hard, Master."
Edward groaned and pushed his groin against Bella's face, yearning for more friction.
"What would you like me to do, Master?" Bella asked and looked up from her spot on the floor. Edward was almost afraid to look down because he knew that it would blow him away, but he had to look.
"Ah fuck," he moaned loudly. Bella looked straight up at him with the most serene and angelic expression imaginable. The view also allowed him to see down the bikini, and the stiffening nipples it was hiding.
Bella popped the buttons on his jeans open and with Edward's help, slipped them and his boxer briefs down until he was standing against the couch naked.
Ever so gently she wrapped a hand around his erection and slid it slowly down. Edward immediately bucked against the smoothness of her palm.
"Christ, Bella."
"What would you like, Master?" she asked again, this time she worked her hand in twists up and down his dick.
"Fucking Shit, Bella. Please."
"Please what, Master? Let me know what you want."
"Oh god. Stop that. Just suck me off. Please. I need your mouth on me."
A satisfied grin spread across Bella's face at watching Edward lose control and become almost helpless.
Bella tightened her grip on the base of his shaft and teased the head of his dick with her tongue, flicking at the slit a few times. Each time she did, Edward's knees shook.
Edward grunted loudly when Bella took the head of his dick into her mouth. The sound shocked Bella, but the familiar weight of his hands on the back of her head, relaxed her.
She began sucking on the head slowly whilst moving her hand down his shaft.
"Bella," he moaned as he tried to move her to take more of him in, but Bella remained strong against him.
She kept teasing the head, sucking, and slipping her tongue in the slit and the skin under the crown. Though Edward wanted more, what Bella was doing felt sensational.
"Bella, more. Please," he sighed when she began to run her tongue along the vein on the underside. She then began sucking along the vein. The sudden change from licking to sucking caused Edward to slip, and for a moment he though he would fall.
However, he pushed that fear away as Bella took half of him into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down. Edward followed the motion with his hand firmly at the back of her head.
"Good—so good—need more," he exclaimed.
Bella kept at task, never taking him fully in, knowing that that would infuriate Edward. She wanted to see if Edward's threat was merely a threat or something he would do.
She moved away from Edward and just kept her hand on him, twisting up and down.
"What the—Bella?" he asked exasperated as he looked down.
"Is this the only thing you want, Jedi?"
"I thou—thought—it— it was Master," he struggled to declare while Bella continued to take him in her hand.
"My apologies, Master."
"I—should—bend you over the couch."
"Whatever you want, Master."
"Fuck, Bella when—when you say things like that," he grunted and pushed Bella's hand away from him and pulled her up by her shoulders.
He kissed her sloppily and moved them toward the arm of the couch. He untied the bikini top of the costume and tossed it aside, flinching as the metal dinged against the leg of the coffee table. He hoped that it didn't scuff the varnishing.
He took one of Bella's breasts into his hand and rubbed the tender skin. He leaned over and brought his lips to the erect nipple, licking and sucking it gently before giving her other nipple just as much attention.
Bella moaned appreciatively and held on tightly to the arm of the couch behind her. As Edward kissed down her bare stomach, Bella gripped the sofa tighter.
"This outfit is so sexy. So fucking sexy," Edward admired aloud. He ran a finger along the top of the metal plate atop the skirt. "But I want you naked."
He undid the fastening of the metal plate and pulled it off.
"Damn, this is heavy," he remarked as he flung it behind Bella on the couch.
"Yes, Master."
Edward grinned and fingered the top of the skirt.
"Can you really call this a skirt? There are no sides. You're just hiding the treats underneath."
Edward gripped the skirt on each side and moaned. As he slid it away from Bella's body, a fully nude Bella greeted him.
"Stunning. Simply stunning," he praised and placed a kiss just above her sex.
"Thank you, Master."
Edward slid a finger down Bella's chest to the wetness between her legs. Softly, he slid the digit into Bella, thoroughly loving the slick feeling that hugged it.
"As much as I've adored the master/slave routine," Edward began, removing his finger and turning Bella around. "When I'm inside you, I want to hear my name."
Without warning, he thrust inside of Bella causing her to scream his name loudly.
"Much better," he moaned as he began a strong, quick rhythm of thrusts into Bella. He tugged on the end of her braid, to get Bella to stand, but she didn't understand what he was trying to do.
"Edward!" she cried out when Edward grabbed her by the waist and brought her to a standing position. It pushed Edward in further. His movements became more deliberate; his sucking along her neck more insistent.
"Bella. I'm not gonna last much longer," he panted out in between deep breaths.
All Bella could do was answer his name in acknowledgment as his movements became sloppy. She could tell he was close. She could feel it in the tightness of his arm around her and the jerkiness of his movements.
Sensing his impending orgasm, Edward moved one of his hands down to Bella's clit and began to rub it in time with his motions.
"Are you close, Bella?"
"Yes. Don—don't stop."
Edward came only seconds before Bella. The two slumped against the arm of the couch, sweat falling onto the leather and hearts furiously pounding as the tingling, electricity of their orgasms passed through them.
Edward tried to keep as much of his body off Bella, but it was putting too much of a strain on his arms, and he let himself fall onto her for only a moment before pushing up entirely, slipping out of Bella.
His knees shook a bit as he tried to regain his coordination. Bella remained still against the arm of the couch, breathing heavily. She couldn't seem to catch her breath.
"You okay, Bells?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
Edward chuckled behind her. He leaned forward and began to knead her shoulders. A few moments later, he helped her stand up.
"Let's go shower," he said and grabbed her hand to pull her towards the bathroom.
"That sounds great."
Slowly, they trekked toward the bathroom.
"Your hair's a mess," Edward teased as he watched Bella take a few pins out of it.
"Oh, cause you're one to talk about messy hair. Yours always looks like you stuck a fork into a socket."
"You'll pay for that." Edward threatened.
"I'm sure I will."
"Now, exactly what did all that have to do with Y?" Edward asked as he helped Bella step into the shower.
"Yoda. I couldn't really think of much, so I thought Star Wars and then whole yes idea."
"Well, it definitely blew me out of the water."
Bella chuckled as she turned the water on.
"Let's see if you can top that."
Edward smiled sinisterly and winked.
"You better believe that I am going to make it sweet, sweettorture."