I have to thank my a fantastic trio of friends for helping me with this: m0t0b33, teamalltwilight and Pyejammies! ;)
As always, I don't own anything Twilight related or anything else you might recognize in my story. I DO own the idea.
We'll just call them Hot Mama and Jailbait. :) Check the pictures in my FB group: Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction (link on my profile)
Sorry for the delay... it must still the 27th somewhere...I hope.
Edward's POV
"I'd rather not talk about this while we eat. Can't you keep that monster in your pants for a few hours? We need to talk like two grown-ups, using this head."
Bella knuckles my temple.
Does she think that I'm immature? I hope she doesn't. I'm in this for the long run…she won't get rid of me that easy.
Though all I think is being inside her – more now than ever because I've been there and it's heavenly. We can carry a conversation like two mature people.
We heat up the dinner and eat quietly.
I don't know how she expects me to be good when she's wearing such short pants, showing me her beautiful legs.
Just to prove to both of us how I can't control my body around her, I scoot closer and start stroking her thigh. She gives me an amused look but keeps eating.
"Tell me," Bella saying quietly, pushing her plate away. I squeeze her thigh, showing her that she has my attention. "You think it would have been easier if we were in a different situation?"
"What do you mean?" I push my empty plate away, leaning my elbow on the granite on top of the table.
"I mean, if you weren't… If I'd met you before Carlisle…or just you alone in a different situation…like now when you're alone."
"I'd probably feel the same, though if you met me before Dad, and I introduced you two…I'd have been worried." I throw her a smile.
She smiles back and leans closer. "I wouldn't have spared him a look. God, that sounds horrible." She cringes and straightens, linking her hands on the table. "But I admitted to you before – I've always been attracted by younger guys, though never as young as you are, mind you."
My eyes are on her left hand – empty left hand. I can't focus on her words.
"You?" Bella jerks her knee into mine.
"Me, what?" I ask dazed, still shocked over what I'm seeing.
I never thought she'd actually take her wedding band off. It truly meant she wanted this as much as I and that she respected me enough to not show me she probably still loved her dead husband – my father.
"Have you been attracted to older women? Before me?" she asks, unfazed.
"Why did you take the ring off?" I blurt out, still staring at her bare ring finger.
"Oh, you noticed!" She looks flustered. Her right hand covers her left fingers. "I thought you wouldn't like to see it, and it made me feel like I was cheating or something. Yeah. I took it off last night before I called you up."
"Oh." I didn't notice, though her costume was really distracting.
"Now, answer my question." She cups my cheek.
"You're the only one, Bella. To tell you the truth, you're the first I fell in love with. I've been with those girls just to…dunno…feel normal? Feel…wanted?" I scratch at my cheek. "I knew I could never have you."
"Aw, honey." Soon Bella's standing between my legs, hugging me tightly. I press my cheek to her chest, squeezing my eyes. "I'm here now and I don't plan on leaving you."
"I'm worried about what people will say when we go home. I know I promised we'd keep it a secret, but I'm not sure I can," I admit. "At the party at the clinic…God, I wanted to bust their faces for even looking at you."
She giggles. "And home…I think the trick with unzipping my dress was too much."
"You think?" I shout, looking up at her. "Woman, I was moments away from bending you over and pounding you good."
"I almost ruined it, didn't I?"
"Yeah." I nod. "I had this plan that once we got here we'd talk and take it from there, but I don't mind we hashed it out in Boise." I wink and kiss her mouth. "We'll face every person that has something against this."
Bella strokes my hair, nodding. I tug her to sit on my leg, squeezing her tightly. "Nothing and no one will stay in between us," I whisper, kissing up and down her neck.
"We'll show everyone slowly. Agreed?" she murmurs, turning my head to look me square in the eye.
"Yep." I grin and press my lips to hers.
Her legs wrap around my waist and I pick her up, depositing her on top of the table, leaning her back and pushing the plates and other things out of the way. Something falls to the floor but I don't care.
"Whoa! Easy there, tiger!"
I laugh, dragging her so her ass is off the table then I take her short pants and panties off. She yelps doing a dance of sorts on the table.
"Cold! Cold! Cold!"
I laugh again, throwing the clothes over my shoulder and stepping between her legs pressing my cotton pants to her. I'm hard and ready for her.
Shit. The condoms!
"Wait! Don't go anywhere," I threaten her as I rush up the stairs and to the master bedroom.
I can hear Bella's laughter from up here.
Good to know I can amuse her.
I return to her side with the box and bring her up so I can kiss her. I can't get enough of her kisses, the way she sucks on my upper lip, the way her warm, wet tongue feels rubbing against mine…
I untie my pants and push them down then rip a foil and cover my dick.
"I think the table is too high, don't you?" Bella asks, cocking her head.
"Scoot back," I instruct her.
Then I hop on the sturdy table, open her legs and dive home. Bella shouts in surprise and grabs at the edges of the table, her legs wrap around my neck as I put my hands above her shoulder, on the granite and start pounding.
She's deliciously wet and tight…and when she squeezes me deliberately I think I'm going to lose my head.
I suck at a covered nipple making a huge wet spot on her shirt. Not like I care. But I don't particularly enjoy the cotton's taste.
"Roll this up," I moan impatiently. With a shaky hand, Bella uncovers her tits.
They seem to look even better in daylight…snowlight. Whatever.
I immediately lean over to bite on a nipple, suck at it. Can't get enough. Ever.
This new position brings me deeper into her and loud moans escape Bella, her nails are marking my back. I keep moving faster and faster but it doesn't seem enough and she realizes it because she drops her legs around my waist and with a force I never thought she possessed, she turns me around. I nearly fall off the table but steady myself on time. Then she's on my lap, bouncing and making my world spin. My eyes are on her drinking in everything – her bouncing tits, her wild, dilated chocolate eyes, her hands grabbing and pulling at her hair, the arch of her neck. My hands are everywhere too – her waist, her ass, her tits, behind her neck bringing her closer so I can kiss the living daylight out of her.
She shouts in my mouth, covering my thighs in juices as she comes wildly. I explode, pushing up into her to ride my high.
Once she's done, she sags on top of me, still trembling with aftershocks.
"Have to say never been fucked on a table," she murmurs, giggling.
I chuckle, running the pads of my fingers over her spine. "We're going to christen many spots…like the door, the carpet in front of the fireplace, the couch, but next on my list is the shower." I beam at her.
When she doesn't answer, I peek at her hoping she hasn't fallen asleep.
Definitely awake, but slightly dazed. She's watching me with unfocused eyes.
"I'm kinda chilly. Wanna try the Jacuzzi?" I ask, twirling a strand of her hair on my finger.
"I think you're going to kill me this holiday…an orgasmic bliss."
I grin and help her off the table, but when I make a step I stumble, catching myself on the edge of the table.
Right. My pants are still around my ankles. Bella finds the opportunity to take her shirt off then her socks.
"Race you?" She smirks at me.
"No way! It's odd for a guy to run naked," I complain but she's already at the bottom of the stairs. "TEASE!" I shout and sprint after her.
After the steamy Jacuzzi bath where a lot of water ended up on the tile because we can't actually keep our hands to each other or just go at it slowly, we go to the nook dressed only in bathrobes. We sit on the loveseat and Bella grabs a book from the small table nearby. I just sit with her on my lap, my arms around her, content to be close.
Eventually, I get bored and leave Bella on the loveseat as I grab her laptop and come to sit at the small desk in the nook.
The portable Internet memory stick is rubbish so I end up playing Solitaire. Cringe. I haven't played this shit in so many years it takes me a while to realize what I have to do.
"What are you doing?" Bella hisses making me jump.
I peek at her over the laptop's lid. "What?"
"Why are you punching the keys on my poor laptop? It hasn't done anything wrong."
"I'm playing okay? And it won't move… If you had a mouse…"
"I do have one. It's in the front compartment of the laptop's bag."
"Oh." I rush to grab it. "Why didn't you say so from the beginning?" I wonder as I return with the device.
"You didn't ask. Now be quiet there. I got to a good part," she whispers, giving me a stern look.
I blow her a kiss making her giggle as I continue my game. Much better with the plastic rodent.
At some point the power goes down which makes me realize that it's a miracle it worked for so long considering we're under mountains of snow.
I check the hour on the laptop – six in the evening. I decide to shut it down now that we don't have power. We may need it later.
When I close the lid, I see Bella snuggled with the throw, hugging the book to her stomach, her head lolling on one side, fast asleep.
I still can't believe how lucky I am.
I want to take her to bed but I'm afraid I'll jolt her if I pick her up so I decide against moving her. On my way downstairs, I put some clothes on me because it has become chilly. Then I reawaken the fire and look for something to do.
It's so dark and creepy here.
After a raid of the fridge, I grab some turkey breast and bread then go to the couch. I munch on it as I stare at the black TV screen.
I'm aware people won't accept our relationship easily…or at all. Even if Bella wouldn't have been sort of my step-mom, they'd still have judged us because she's older than me.
Emmett will probably be the only one accepting it. He understands because his garage chick is older – by only two or three years, but still older than him.
At school…maybe they'd think I'm some god for nailing an older woman. I don't care.
At the clinic…shit, Bella will have trouble. I wonder how Jasper's gonna react. He's her friend, and I know from our talks that he's not at all attracted by her. Good, or he'd lose a tooth. Just saying.
Riley – the accountant she hired once she took over Dad's job, now he'll be a problem. He's too close to her for my liking, but he seems like a great buddy nothing more. I'll have to confront him.
Who else? I muse as I finish my sandwich.
Grandma.
My eyes widen in horror.
Fuck. She'll have a heart attack probably.
Our neighbors? I don't care.
Sighing heavily and deciding we'll face this when the time comes, I lie on my side and stare at the snow covered window.
Suddenly I see something there, but it is my imagination because he can't be real.
Dad's standing there, looking at me.
I sit up and rub my eyes.
He's still there, watching me passively.
Fuck.
Not real.
My heart's beating in my throat as I shrink back in the couch.
Is he upset for what I've done with Bella?
Why the fuck am I seeing him?
Are we dying here?
What's going on?
Shit. He's approaching me.
"Take care of her. There isn't a better person to protect her, son."
I can feel tears in my eyes, sliding down my cheeks. "D-da-a-dd," I choke up. "I'm s-so-orr-ryy. I l-lo-vve hhh-eer."
"Shh. Edward. Shh. I'm here." Soft hands are stroking my head and I open my eyes to realize my hallucination is gone.
Bella's kneeling in front of the couch, looking worried at me.
"Christ!" I groan, closing my back my eyes.
"You were dreaming. It's okay," she whispers. "I dream of him too. It's normal."
I gulp a fresh round of tears.
As I go over the dream or whatever's been in my head, I realize that Dad accepts this. He gave me his blessing.
"Come here," I mumble to Bella, opening my arms. She quickly snuggles next to me and we relax as we hug each other, eventually falling asleep.
More over the weekend or on New Year's eve. We'll see.
I'll post a picture of how Bella was dressed in the group.