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BPOV
"UGH!!!", Edward kept shouting out as he dug his nails into the arms of Dr. Bella's favorite chair, "UGH!! FUCK!! DON'T!! STOP!! FUCKING!! ME!! UGGHHHH!!"
I think that means he likes this position. I wasn't saying anything much, just screeching, covered with sweat, my back to Edward as I bounced harder over his steel cock. My legs were aching, my knees throbbing and my body absolutely exhausted…but I couldn't stop. This was the best sex I'd ever had and I never wanted it to end. I noticed the sun starting to rise out the living room window and felt a stab of pain low in my chest.
Today is Sunday, day 14.
Edward's fingers tightened around my arms, right above the elbow, as he yanked me back and forth, the slapping of my ass on his pelvis was so hot and wet sounding…God, I think my hair is even sweating!!
I love it when Edward and I make love and it's the most precious thing in my world. But at the moment, we were fucking like grunting animals…and it was FUCKING AMAZING!!
Thumper IS his name!
His cock is hitting places in my body I didn't even know were THERE!!
Fuck God, you're in my clutches now, little girl.
Never was a sentence more true than that one Edward had said to me early on in our time together…and remembering it was making me cum, along with the savage pants of breath coming from Edward behind me.
Take this therapy, Cullen. Dr. Bella's gonna make it all better now. God, I am one twisted Dr. bitch. I love myself this way.
I heard a little high-pitched sound from Edward and nearly laughed. But I was too busy having what felt like an asthma attack. My throat feels so dry and I can hardly swallow. That's not good, especially around this one behind me. He loves to lubricate my throat.
I felt it coming now…my chair was squeaking for mercy as I felt myself go completely over the edge, howling out and screaming like a banshee.
I love the smell of Cullen cum in the morning. Come on, Edward…give it.
"Oh FUCK!!", he was screaming out, "GOD DAMN IT!! FUCKING SWAN BITCH!!"
Okay, now I was going to laugh, but I'd do it quietly so not to embarrass him. Not that he'd hear me over his own screams of profanities. Edward loves to swear as he's cumming. I took no offense. I am a Swan bitch, after all.
I never yelled out, "Cocksucker Cullen" when I came. I wonder what he'd do if I tried that later. Tucking that note away for future reference…
He shoved himself high up inside me as he released, pulling my wrists back harder, keeping them there as he exploded, the warm wetness filling his condom inside me.
Holy shit. My legs…they're shivering. I feel like a horse waiting to be put down.
But, a smiling horse waiting to be put down.
I can hear Edward behind me, gasping for air. I hope his sweat is trapped in my chair now. I'll love smelling that every time I sit here. I can see myself getting hot, sitting here while watching The Golden Girls or something equally lame next week.
I kept swallowing, wondering where all my saliva went as Edward curled his arms around my waist now, his heaving chest at my back as he laid his cheek there, his lazy lips trying to kiss, but making more of a warm little bow upon my flesh.
I love getting it from behind. I love it soooo, soooo much!
After a long game of who can catch their breath first, Edward spoke.
"I think you're right.", he breathed, "This is the best position, the best spot in the house."
"Told you.", I swallowed, feeling a dry ache there, "You must always argue, though."
"It had to be done.", he gulped, "For the sake of science, it was best to test out every area…and every position. Now we have proven results."
I was about to reply with a grin when his fingers fisted in my wet hair and he drew my head back tight to his lips.
"Tell me you didn't enjoy that extensive research.", he dared.
"I enjoyed it.", I managed to say, "God, how I enjoyed it!"
"Being thorough is Hell.", he released my hair, pushing my head a little roughly, "But it's worth it."
His hips thrust up and he ordered, "Clean off Frankie."
What a little punk! Did he just give me an order? Men. They love to feel in charge. How cute of him. For the sake of the day, I'll humor him. But he'll get his later. Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Whatever became of that little submissive man that I purchased?
I moved off his softened penis and he gave a little wince and hiss at that. Falling onto my dead knees, I turned towards him, removing the condom gingerly, placing it on the TV guide on my coffee table, right on top of President Obama's smiling face.
Oh no, that's not right. I'll move it to Mrs. Obama's face. I can't do that either. I love them. They're so cool. I opened the TV guide and found Ryan Seacrest's face. Perfect. There you go. Seacrest – out. Or should I say – in?
"What the hell are you DOING?", Edward the brat peeked over at me.
God, someone's all cranky after just having raw, sweating pig sex all night! Is this it? Does this mean the honeymoon's officially over now? Is two weeks how long it takes before a man goes from being Sawyer from Lost to Dan Conner from Roseanne?
This is the stuff they never tell you in Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks movies. Hmph.
I am so going to bite him. Purely accidentally, of course.
I licked, not a big fan of cold cum. But it's 80 degrees outside today, so I guess I can deal with it.
"Mmmmm.", Edward hummed to himself. All is happy now in Edwardville. Men are so easy sometimes. Suddenly I was reminded of a crying baby who'd just got a bottle and sighed contentedly.
Oh, I still love you, you little creep. Lucky for you. Now be nicer to me.
And here it comes.
"I love your tongue.", he said, dreamily, his eyes closed.
You're gonna adore my teeth, then.
"OW!", he jumped, "Bella…."
"Sorry.", I gasped, "Are you okay?"
"Yea.", he frowned for a second, closing his eyes again, "Just be careful. It's so sensitive now. No teeth, please."
"I'm sorry, sweetie.", I said with such a solemn tone and I kissed and licked the head so reverently, a wicked little smile on my mouth that no one would ever get to see. Only me and God…or Satan knew of our "accident."
"That's alright, Bella…", he "forgave" me, his voice back to its soft tone as his fingers played in my hair, "I love it when you hurt me."
This is fascinating to me. Do you realize if we women could figure out how to keep men this subdued all the time, we could own this world forever? Maybe we can make some kind of device to inject into their testicles when they're born…this could be a world changing idea. Is it wrong to use Edward's penis for future world domination? I bet if I asked his permission right now he'd say yes. I bet if I asked him for an island right now he'd say yes.
"Frankie is all clean and ready for his day.", I announced after I was finished.
He let out a very pleased sigh and when I looked up at him he was again, so beautiful. I love the stubble on his face. He always shaves it off but I wished he'd do the bad boy thing and leave it sometime, let his hair get longer…mmm what an image.
I noticed Edward's lash marks were starting to fade a little…pink marks now, not red anymore…and all closed up.
I kissed Edward's inner right thigh, hearing him purr again as he sank lower in my chair, not very eager to get up.
"What about me?", I raised a brow to him, wondering if I would be receiving a cleaning.
"What about you?", he teased, playing dumb.
"Mrs. Frankie might need a little freshening up, too, you know.", I grinned.
"Hmm," he stood up and lifted me to my feet, and in a second my stomach was resting on his bare shoulder. He carried me to the kitchen and took out a nice red apple for me, lifting to my mouth, saying, "Bite."
I bit into it, hearing the crackle of the skin as I ate a huge chunk of it, chewing as he bit into the same spot I'd just eaten.
"Mmmm, so good.", he commented, taking me towards the bathroom, "I want all my food to taste like Bella now."
"Rub it between my legs, then.", I dared, laughing at my racy remark as he let out a big giggle, pushing into the bathroom door.
"You naughty little thing.", he chewed, "I don't think you even want to be clean!"
Clean is so over rated. I know that now. I like being dirty. It's more fun.
He put my feet down in the shower and stood outside it, turning on the water, and instant ice cold water came shooting out over me.
"AAAAAAA!!!!!", I screamed like Marion Crane in Psycho.
Quickly, Edward tried to turn the dial, his face twisted in horror as he realized what he'd done. Hot water came out now but when I opened my eyes and looked at him, it was clear I was doing a good job at looking pissed, going by his pale, scared face staring back at me.
"I'm sorry, Bella.", he began but then burst out laughing. I tried to remain furious but he is too damn cute when he laughs. This reminds me of the day I almost went out in my robe to school. Same belly laugh, same tears in the eyes because he's laughing so hard.
God damn it, I love you, you little whore. You're my plaything now. No one else's.
"Get over here and service me.", I reached out, yanking his face to mine, ravishing those dark, sulking lips.
"God…yes…", he mumbled in my rough kiss.
"Fuck God, you're in my clutches now, slut!", I growled.
Edward let out a big pant of breath and he whimpered. He god damn whimpered! I think he likes this, me being in control of him, being a little mean.
I took the apple out of his hand and decided it was mine now. He had work to do.
I had him in the shower with me now and I pulled the shower door closed with a hard thud as I pushed him down, opening my legs like Wonder Woman.
"Do a good job, slut.", I demanded as the water eased my legs and knees, and I saw his smile as his face disappeared underneath me.
"Yes, Bella.", he whispered, taking a nice hard bite of my right pussy lip.
I screamed out, wincing as the hot water laughed mockingly at me.
"Oh, sorry, sweetheart. Are you OKAY?", he pretended to be super sorry as I had done to him a minute ago, and he smiled up at me, letting me in on the fact that he knew I'd taken a bite of Frankencock on purpose. Damn.
Alright, we're even now. No more biting. Unless I ask for it.
"She thinks she can act.", Edward muttered as he enjoyed his revenge, and now was getting soaked by the water, licking and stroking my warm little pussy.
He was doing so well and being so damn thorough, as usual, that I don't know why it came into my head to do what I was about to do next. Maybe I just wanted a little revenge of my own.
I took the shower nozzle out of it's holder and smirked like Lucifer, pointing the hot showers of water over his back, down his fine ass as he moaned, wordlessly thanking me for sharing the water.
Then I spun the dial all the way to the C on the right. Enjoy the cold water, baby.
Edward let out a scream that could rival that of Nathan Lane in The Birdcage and I prayed his teeth wouldn't clamp down around my sensitive, fragile flesh between my legs.
He jerked back hard, hitting the shower door with his shoulder, and the fucked up door flew out of its tracks, landing over the toilet, resting on the sink beside it.
I screamed, thinking he might have hurt himself but instead he grabbed the showerhead from me and with evil eyes, pointed it right up at my face.
I don't know how I got away, but I did and was running out of the bathroom for my life, a naked and soaking wet Cullen on my heels as I yelped and stood on the other side of the chair, the only place I could really try to hide.
He was on the other side, gritting his teeth, his hair dark and wet, hanging in his eyes, his face glorious and full of fire as he was determined to catch and possibly punish me.
I tried to psych him out and pretend I would run right…then left…then right again. He moved with me, as if we were a mirror image, he was quick and agile and I would not be getting away, no matter which way I went.
My hair was dripping wet and so were both our bodies, but we didn't care. This was war.
"You think you'll get by me?", he frowned and then let this evil Norman Bates smile grow across his face.
"I was just playing.", I breathed, "You know that, right?"
"Oh, yes,", the wicked grin was still there, "I know that, sweetie pie. It's just a game…you don't have to be scared of ME."
Oh shit. I'm dead. Note to self – don't spray Edward Cullen with ice cold water. He doesn't seem to care for it.
Where's the sweet, fragile little Edward that always asked me if it was alright with me?
"Remember, Edward, I still own you.", I pointed, desperate for any truce I could work out, "You said I rule, remember? You said anything I want, you'd do."
His eyes turned lethal on me and that smile. My flesh is afraid!
"That was then.", he said darkly, "This is now. I RULE."
Fuck!! King Edward is here and he's pissed! Run, peasants, run!! Thanks a lot, Dr. Bella!
I screamed and sprinted over the sofa to try and reach the bedroom but before I could land on my feet, he was upon me. He pounces like a cat!! DAMN! I need to start working out.
"NOOO!!!", I screamed, "NOOOO!!!!"
"God, I'm so hard right now!", he growled as he pinned my body to the floor of my bedroom, my wet nose to the wood. His arm was braced behind my neck, his stiff cock pressing into my ass as he sounded only slightly out of breath. I was going nowhere.
Congratulations, Edward. Long live Frankencock.
He breathed behind me and pulled my arms back, folding them behind me, almost painfully.
"Tits to the floor again. Bad Bella," he scolded into my ear as I awaited his wrath, "You really think you can outrun me?"
I didn't dare talk back now. I was staring at the hard wood floor, watching the water droplets land there from my long strands of hair. I can feel his wet body on mine, his hair raining a few drops of cold water over my back…his hot breath tickling the back of my neck.
"I've been too easy on you.", he gritted, "You're spoiled."
I thought maybe he'd spank me and I secretly wanted that. I wasn't even thinking of what it was he had in mind until…
His fingers dug into my ass cheeks and spread them apart…and pressing the head of his cock to the hole of my ass, he waited there and I felt my eyes widen, my mouth fall open, only hollow little sounds falling out.
"Say your words, Bella Swan.", he said seductively but dangerously, "If you dare."
I almost said them. Lo mein…lo mein…my brain was screaming at me to say it. No. Not on the last day…not after how much I've learned and grown…not now. I wasn't ready to become little prude Bella again. I'd never be her again.
"Fuck you!", I said, hoping he knew that meant I was still dirty, sexy Bella.
"No, Bella…", he stroked my hair and spoke with an angel's voice, "Fuck YOU."
And he slowly pierced his cock into my tight little hole and I let out a guttural scream. I felt tears in my eyes.
Say lo mein…say it! No!! Fuck off!
He grabbed my hair and pulled.
"Shut up.", he demanded, "Relax. I won't move. Don't tense. That's it. That's a good girl."
I cried softly, not wanting to scare him. I panted and tried to follow his instructions. He was all the way in, I think. God, it fucking hurts!
"Do you want me to stop?", he asked.
"No…no!", I breathed in then out…trying to soften my tight muscles.
His fingers were quickly stroking my clit now, rushing it to total pleasure.
I moaned, loving his touch and actually now finding his cock not so bad in there.
"That's it.", he kissed my back for a second, "Feel the pleasure…and the pain. Make them one."
Dr. Bella is in. First – Edward doesn't like to be raped. He told me that. But now that he realizes he is in control, and that he now rules, he is fucking me in the ass. Maybe he thinks I want this. Maybe he enjoys being the fuck-er instead of the fuck-ee. Maybe I was very bad and I am being punished. Maybe he just wants to introduce me to anal sex. God knows he's shown me everything else. Or has he? Probably not. I'll bet there's a million games he could play with me.
Second – This talk of making pleasure and pain one. I bet he had to learn this from day one with Victoria. I hate thinking of that bitch while Edward is inside me. I have to stop now.
Make them one. Pleasure and pain. How the hell am I supposed to do that? More coaching, please, Cullen. Swan is confused.
"Make them one, Bella.", his voice was now gentle and I wasn't crying anymore.
Very slowly, he moved inside me and every little vein and ripple of his cock seemed to stir things in me…I let out a little yelp and cry of anguish as he began to slowly move upward, his hands now stroking and kneading my ass cheeks, trying to distract my attention away from the virgin hole he was conquering.
He let out a very deep groan, almost all the way out, but not. The head remained inside.
"More?", he asked me.
"Yes.", I blinked, feeling a couple tears falling to the floor below me.
"Yes.", he agreed, slowly coming forward again as I let out a screech, my fists clenching…and then instantly trying to relax themselves…and a subtle wave of arousal was beginning to bud inside me.
This was so raw and taboo for me. It was almost wrong. But I shoved that idea away. There is no wrong for us. I wanted to experience this…until it didn't hurt anymore. I wanted to learn what he knew. How to make pain and pleasure the same. How to cum from the both of them at once. I wanted to be his slave and please him. I wanted to make him proud.
He was very patient with me…he went so slowly…and stopped often, talking me through it. He stroked me and kissed me.
As we practiced, I became braver. I really pleased him when I lifted my ass to his cock, meeting his thrusts with very slow stretches. He gave me a 'very good, Bella' for my courage.
I was not ready to cum upon this first experience, but I did feel very good when Edward came inside me…with no condom…even if it was in my ass. I realized what a big step it was…I was saying I trusted him and he wanted to be inside me…nothing standing between us.
Maybe some might have found us filthy creatures, doing something like this. But I felt good. It felt right. I liked it. And I would do anything Edward wanted me to try. And in all fairness, I was very bad. I deserved a little punishment. Maybe that's how he is punished.
Edward is not completely cured, and I know that. He still has lots of road to travel before he leaves behind all traces of Fire and Victoria and slavery. And that's okay. I am in this for the long haul. We will work on this every day…until it's just a distant memory.
After we had a little time to process, and Edward saw that I had survived and I had calmed inside his arms, we realized the shower was still running.
Together, the two of us nude, tired people went into the bathroom and put the door back in place, Edward washed my sore ass and body, and then wiped the floor off.
Edward, stark naked, on all fours, wiping the floor…mmmm…I want that on my Christmas cards this year.
As we cleaned up, I decided I liked angry, dominant Edward. He was a little scary, but he got my full attention. And I would never shoot him with the cold water again. Ever.
Maybe that triggered something. He said he got hosed down sometimes. I'm sure that water is not nice and hot.
He did say once, if I went near Fire again, he'd go so Dom on my ass. He wasn't kidding.
Oh, well, at least my ass is not a virgin anymore. Edward had been everywhere in me…and I felt glad.
We talked about it over breakfast and again, his candor never ceased to amaze me.
As he made us some eggs, and after I very carefully sat on the stool, wincing as my ass touched the seat, Edward decided to interview me.
"I didn't ride you too hard, did I?", he asked, his green eyes very bright as he looked into mine, a real concern there.
"No.", I felt my face get hot, "It was just right. Thanks for…going slow in the beginning."
"I had to.", he was cracking eggs, "I didn't want you to shit on me."
He was snickering and I almost let myself get mad at him as he worked. But then, something else occurred to me. This was the last morning he'd be here, making me breakfast.
I almost wanted to say something witty, to joke back, like, 'You say the most romantic things…' But I couldn't joke. I couldn't breathe.
"I'm kidding, Bella.", he looked at me and smiled and I tried to smile, too.
"Oh my God, I hurt you.", his face turned sad and filled with regret as he left the eggs and came towards me, referring to the anal sex we'd just tried, "You hated it."
"No, I didn't.", I tried to explain, "I mean…it hurt…at first. It's not that. If I wanted you to stop, I could've said my words. I chose not to. I'm not upset about anything we did. I have…loved every minute…with you."
Then I turned into a girl. I burst out crying.
"Oh, Bella…", he came to me and was behind my stool now, his arms around me as I turned towards him, clinging that beautiful, bare back of his.
"It's because it's Sunday.", he said, not asked. Then I knew he realized it too, and had been trying to act, like me, that everything was alright. It's not.
"Listen to me.", he said in all seriousness, "This is NOT…our last day together. I swear it, Bella. I wish you'd believe me."
"I do.", I sobbed, "But I…thinking of you going back there…"
I was sobbing louder now, wondering how the hell I was going to get through a single school day now while he was at Fire, having God knows what happening to him all day and night.
"Bella.", he jerked my chin up and I saw his face, struggling to remain composed and not let himself fall apart with me, "I need you. I need your strength today. I don't want to cry and say goodbye to you all day. I want to have fun with you. I want to feel the sun on my face and watch the wind mess up your hair…and I want to lick a cherry icee off your body. I want this to be an ordinary, lazy day…a fun day. I don't want this to feel like the last day. Please, Bella? Can you please do that…for me?"
I sniffed.
"You want to lick a cherry icee off my body?", I asked, in a teasing voice. And I had his smile. And he had mine.
"Yes, a Bellacherry icee would be just…paradise.", he planted a wet kiss on my mouth and wiped my eyes with his thumbs, saying, "Drink your orange juice. My butter is burning in the pan."
I turned, feeling my sore ass as I watched that sweet back of his while he saved the butter and began to make our eggs.
"Is that a metaphor for something else?", I asked, "I know my butter's been burning in the pan for the last two weeks now."
He laughed out loud and almost sparkled as he glanced at me.
"Your butter wasn't even out of the fridge until I came along.", he said in a droll voice, taking two plates out of the cabinet.
"Oh, up yours!", I retorted and we just looked up at each other.
"Let me rephrase that.", I blushed, thinking again of how hot he was awhile ago when he said, 'No, Bella, fuck YOU.'…and penetrated me. I forget Edward has this very dark side. Maybe because he's so damn adorable most of the time…that the dark side is very well hidden. But it's there. I must be more careful in the future about that.
"In the back of my mind, as I had my cock in your ass, I kept thinking Charlie was going to come walking in behind us.", Edward confessed as I laughed, thinking of it.
"I just imagined a giant shot and a hole opening up in my face while I fucked you.", he shuddered.
"There are some pretty pictures rolling around in that head while we're having sex.", I shook my head as he put our plates down.
"I'm very paranoid.", Edward admitted, "The only time I'm not is when I'm following an order. Nothing can go wrong if you're obeying an order. Choosing for myself…used to scare the hell out of me."
"It still does.", I squinted, looking at him, knowing it.
"Okay, it does.", he took a bite of toast, "I'm working on it. So far, everything I've chosen seems right. You…taking down Vicki…trusting your Dad. I think I'm doing good for a beginner."
"I don't know.", I smirked, "You also fucked me in the ass."
"You asked for it.", he bit in his toast again, showing teeth at me as he did so, a little glint of evil in his eye, as if he were biting ME.
"I liked that statement…I rule.", I smirked a second time, lifting my eyes to his as I stabbed some eggs with my fork, "I was very impressed by that."
He chuckled, "You were very scared by that. I never saw you turn blue before."
I had to laugh.
It seemed, magically, we could really talk and play-argue and the outside world almost melted away. It was still out there and tonight would be damn hard for both of us. He would be going. I would lose my mind. But today I tried to give him his wish. For today, it was a fun Sunday. Nothing bad could go wrong. No horrible fate waited for us tomorrow.
I would try my best.
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BPOV
After Edward made sure I deposited my forty thousand dollars, and after he wired Kaitlyn's five million dollars to Ben, we started strolling around town, letting New York choose our fun for the day.
It seemed there was a big festival going on in town today. And as we walked together, we wandered right into the middle of it.
It was a beautiful May afternoon and we soon found out it was a Pow Wow Festival, celebrating native Americans. I love the whole culture. The peaceful Sioux Indians…their beliefs. And I love Dances with Wolves. God, I sound stupid. Moving on…
We were drawn into town by the beautiful music we heard. It wasn't an Indian chant or war cry kind of music. It sounded like flutes, but different from any I've ever heard.
When we found the source of the song that had captured us, there were tall, handsome Indian braves blowing into special native flutes made of what appeared to be bamboo or some similar type wood. They wore detailed and magnificent costumes and headdresses.
It sounded like a love song, or at least I thought so. It also had a deep sorrow to it and my mind almost drifted again to tomorrow. Edward held my hand and kissed it as we stayed frozen in our tracks, unable to pull ourselves away from the anguished melody in the air.
Later, we came upon the fierce warriors who were chanting and dancing. It was explained that warriors would do this, the night before a battle, to pray to the spirits above…for courage and strength…and to return home quickly.
Edward and I looked at each other, a little secret smile between us as we watched the men dance and pray at the same time. They allowed anyone who wished to join in, to dance around the fire. We figured it couldn't hurt us to give it a chance. We would need all the help we could get tomorrow. Edward where he was going…and me where I was staying.
I'm sure we made complete fools of ourselves, but we did our best. Edward looked amazing doing it…I felt like an ass, no pun intended.
Since we joined in the dance, Indian names were bestowed upon us. An old man with a peace pipe looked at Edward, after he had named five people before him, and gave him a stern look in the eyes, not speaking for a minute.
I almost got scared he could see into Edward's thoughts and knew he gave me anal this morning. I would fall down dead if he named Edward "Fucks in the Ass."
But, finally, he said, "It is hard to see you at first."
"I know.", he said with a strange, quiet voice, "I'm sorry. I'm trying to work on that."
"I call you…Freed Eagle," the man said and I could've kissed him. The look on Edward's face was the most beautiful thing. He looked so honored. It was perfect. I wondered if this man really could see it in his eyes.
"Thank you.", he smiled like a child, as if he just received the keys to the world.
He stepped aside and I was behind him, giving the man the most loving smile I knew how. I began to thank him and he quickly named me.
"I call you…Endless Voice.", he said and Edward let out a big laugh, saying, "God, this guy is good, Bella. We should bring Emmett here."
"Not an insult.", he assured me, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Your voice has power. Your voice is medicine. You heal…always…with this voice."
Damn, he is good. I believe.
Now that we were Indian warriors, we decided to get our faces painted. We were being kids, having a great time, doing everything. I kept peeking at Edward's face that was being worked on as mine was being done beside him.
This was supposed to tell you something about yourself, too, they said.
Edward's face had a black line under one eye, going straight down. They told him that was a tear. He has cried for too long, the woman told him. The other eye has no tear, because he will not cry for a long time now, we were also told. Also, Edward's lips were lined with white and black stripes. The lady told us this means his mouth is a prisoner. He does not say what he should say. The white parts symbolize his want to, but the black show he is still holding his tongue…and must speak if he wants to free his words.
My interpretation was pretty cool, too. I had these cool blue designs around my eyes and was told this means my eyes see things other eyes don't see. I assumed this meant by looking into a person, like a psychiatrist would do. I also had the yellow symbol of a healer on my cheek and my lips were painted all white because my lips speak the truth and say things that kill sorrow.
"I have never been to one of these festivals before." I said to Edward later as we sat under a tent, eating Indian food, "I used to spend my weekend inside reading all the time. They have been so friggin' accurate, it's spooky."
"I know!", Edward said and I smiled again at how cute his face was in his makeup, "When he called me Freed Eagle, I almost passed out."
"That was the coolest thing ever.", I agreed, "I nearly bawled."
"I am free, Bella.", he looked right at me, "Going there tomorrow won't change that. I'm not really going to be hers when I go back. I'm just playing a part."
"I know, Edward.", I sipped my can of coke, "I'm just so scared for you. And I have to go back to school tomorrow. That'll be fun. I missed two days already. I'm sure I'll have lots of homework to keep me busy while I'm worrying about you."
"I'm glad you'll have something to do.", Edward said, "And I want you to have Rosalie and Alice with you. Let them hang out after school and do homework with you. I don't want you to be alone. In fact, maybe you better stay with one of them while I'm gone. Just to be safe."
"I don't know….maybe.", I shrugged, not wanting to be away from our place. There are so many good memories there now…I can't imagine it without seeing Edward everywhere already. That will probably hurt more, being at my place then, alone.
"Bella…", Edward took a bite of his food, "You won't be…helping Charlie…will you? I mean, you won't be in his car, listening to anything that's going on in the club, I hope."
I squinted. My father would never allow it, first of all. And secondly, I didn't know if I was tough enough to listen to Edward screaming and being hurt, and not moving to go save him. I felt like a coward for feeling that…and at the same time, I wanted to be somehow involved and close by as he went through these terrible next few days.
"No.", I sounded sad to myself, "I'm not invited."
"We just want you to be safe.", he explained.
"I know.", I sighed, hating this more and more. Charlie would only tell me things he would decide I needed to know. He would not give me details. I hate being "protected". It means you're not trusted enough to be on the front lines.
Hey, I'm the mastermind of the entire rescue of Edward from Raven's place. I can be trusted! I'm a tough cop!
Later, as we walked, we found all kinds of stands selling things. I bought Edward a beautiful bear claw necklace, a leather string serving as the chain, a warrior necklace, to take the spirit of the bear with you into battle. He loved that. He wore it proudly.
I took a fancy to this thing called a Rain Stick. It's a long wooden staff with a beautiful design on top, coming to a point, and when you lower it, beads inside fall and it sounds like it's raining inside the stick. It reminded me of the night I told Edward I loved him for the first time, in the pouring rain. So that was my gift from Edward. I felt like a powerful sorceress, carrying it for the rest of the day.
As the sun began to get lower in the sky, we both got quieter. We had done a pretty good job of having fun all day and eating and dancing, kissing…but the day was fast beginning to fade. Night was coming. Tomorrow…was coming.
Edward wasn't even in the mood for his cherry icee on the way home and I didn't push him on it. We were stuffed full of good food so dinner wasn't necessary.
Upon entering the apartment, we just both seemed to walk to our bed, holding hands. We laid down on top of the covers, staring at each other in the moonlight, carefully touching each other without a word. It felt like, to me, that we were memorizing each other one last time before we were separated.
"Is it alright if we don't make love tonight?", he whispered and for a second I felt heartbroken. Didn't he want me anymore?
"It's too hard tonight.", he explained, stroking my cheek, "I just…can I just…touch you…look at you?"
He blinked then and a silver tear shone in his left eye. I think I understood. We didn't have to do it one last time to prove anything to ourselves. He will be back…he will be back…I had to keep saying it to myself over and over. I wish my head will believe it already. And we had gone at it all night last night, like bunnies. Maybe he knew then that he would not be able to pretend tonight.
I was kissing his black and white lips, telling Freed Eagle how much I love him. I guess Endless Voice is a good name for me. Even when I can't talk…I can say things to Edward. And I know he hears me. He was kissing me back, holding my face in both his hands.
Believe it or not, it was one of the nicest nights we'd ever spent together. We didn't say a thing, but he held each other, kissed innocently like a black and white movie…stroked each other, tracing every inch and angle of the other….shed a few tears here and there. It was a magical night. I wouldn't have traded it for all the sex in the world.
Charlie had called around ten that night and said he'd be over at 5am to "prep" Edward.
I hadn't thought of Charlie being around when I had to say goodbye to Edward. God, I hate that. Rosalie and Alice were also called and promised to be here at around 5:30am to be with me for moral support.
Edward kept whispering to me during the night to try and get some sleep, that I have school tomorrow. I tried to close my eyes but then I jerked awake and held him closer to me, shivering from the thought that I'd wake up and all this would be a dream, that my Adonis was only a wonderful creation of my imagination…that he'd be gone, on his way back to Victoria, without having to speak any painful goodbyes.
He didn't sleep much during the night, either, and I felt guilty about that, too. We didn't sleep at all last night, and if he got no sleep tonight he'd be completely exhausted Monday morning – when he really needed his strength to be at full.
I loved the way he looked with no shirt on, and his black bear claw against his ivory skin. I kept kissing and licking the claw…and Edward moaned as I took it into my mouth, sucking on it.
"Fuck, Bella…", he looked at me as I kept doing it.
I need you, Edward…I want you…please.
In seconds, my shirt was being yanked off me by King Edward, my pants being tugged down by eager fingers, those full, pouting lips closing around mine.
"Fuck me, Freed Eagle.", I growled and he attacked, giving me exactly what I wanted.
"Shut up, Endless Voice.", he breathed back wickedly, his tongue wet and hot and invading my mouth, effectively silencing me.
Give me your Rain Stick, Cullen. Pound me until I fall asleep. I have school tomorrow.
Later, we both found the most pleasant sleep, holding each other as we dreamt of nicer things than what was coming in the next few hours.
I didn't even hear Charlie knocking on the door at 5, while the darkness still lingered outside the windows. Only when Edward was getting out of bed did I awaken and begin to realize that it is Monday, day 15. Fuck.
I heard the door opening and I sat up, not wanting Edward to face Charlie on his own. Entering quietly, Charlie looked at Edward and his brow furrowed as he looked over the smeared war paint on his face. Edward had obviously forgotten about his makeup and so did I until the kitchen light flipped on.
"Hi Mr. Swan…Charlie.", Edward looked tired and a bit confused, yawning.
Charlie didn't appreciate seeing Edward with no shirt on, but I was glad he had put his jeans on at least. I was in the bedroom, in the dark, struggling to get my clothes from yesterday back on before my Dad put two and two together. Oh, who am I kidding? He knows we were having sex, but I didn't want to flaunt it in front of his nose. This all must be so hard for him, too.
I had told Charlie over the phone earlier that Edward had gotten my money back, plus twenty thousand more. That seemed to ease him a bit towards Edward, but he still wasn't doing cartwheels over our relationship.
One thing that made me nervous – now that Edward would go soon, I knew that talk Charlie wanted to have with me was coming up. I hope he knows to wait until I'm done crying before he starts.
"Hello Edward.", he said back, not sounding all that pleasant, but not abrasive, either.
I hate when Charlie is middle of the road.
I came out of the bedroom and Charlie squinted at my face now, trying to figure out why we both looked like we had given each other a child's facial last night.
"Hi Dad.", I rubbed my lips a little, looking at my fingers, seeing black smudges and white mixed in.
"Hi Bella.", he said, sitting on the stool in the dining room side, taking some things out of his duffle bag, without saying any more to either of us.
"Um…Edward?", I raised my brows at him, "Maybe you should….wash your face and stuff."
He frowned, looking clueless and then after a few seconds of seeing my face, probably reminding him of Paul Stanley's the morning after a Kiss concert.
"Oh!", he touched his cheek with one hand, wiping it and rubbing his fingers to his thumb, "Yea, be right back."
He rushed into the bathroom, closing the door, and I heard him inside, mumbling, "Oh Jesus!" as he got a look at his reflection now, probably mortified that Charlie had seen him this way.
I grabbed a dishtowel from the counter and turned on the kitchen water, getting an edge of it wet and squeezing, trying to non chalantly rub my lips with it, as if this was no big deal and normal for me.
On the counter now was a notebook, opened, with my father's handwriting all over it, a strange looking needle with the plastic wrap still on it, a little round plastic case, and a pair of ear buds with a little black box attached to them, a red light shining a dot out of the top.
"Where'd you get all this stuff?", I asked, hoping he wouldn't ask about the makeup or anything sexual about Edward and I.
"Circuit City.", he blankly replied, "The bug is really from an intercom system and I just…used what I needed out of it."
"What about this?", I almost picked up the needle thing and Charlie reached out, ready to stop me. I took my hand away, not giving him any problems.
"Vet's office.", he glanced at me, "They shoot these things into dogs every day. "
"You're using a DOG'S needle on Edward?", I said too loudly, enraged.
"It's not USED, it's brand new.", Charlie's brow went into a hard line across his eyes, "I've done it before, it won't hurt him."
I heard him brushing his teeth now in the bathroom, the water running.
"Dad, do you know what you're doing ?", I dared to ask, feeling so afraid suddenly, "If you don't, just say so now. I don't want even the remote chance of anything happening to him."
"Bella.", Charlie looked up at me sternly, "I wouldn't get involved if I didn't know what I was doing. I wouldn't risk anyone's life – even his – if I –"
"Even his?!", I hissed, not wanting Edward to hear that.
"I didn't mean it that way, Bella.", Charlie sighed, "We will have this talk later."
Fine.
I started slamming things in the kitchen now as my father ignored me.
Edward was showering and shaving as I fixed bagels for all of us. I toasted a few and spread cream cheese inside, shaking up the orange juice and pouring three glasses.
When he came out, a nice cloud of steam followed him to the bedroom as he got dressed and I peeked in, noticing he was gathering his things, dropping them into his bag without a word. I wanted to cry but I sighed instead and opened the fridge, staring at the contents as if they had some help to offer me here.
After a while, Charlie said, "You're letting all the cold out of there."
I gritted my teeth and growled low, "Shut. Up. Dad."
He muttered something about the electric bill and I slammed the door shut, glaring at him as he wrote in his god damned notebook.
Edward looked beautiful and fresh as he came up to stand beside Charlie. He was wearing a snug blue t-shirt and jeans, sneakers on his feet.
"Okay, I'm ready.", he said, swallowing, his eyes on the things on the counter.
NO! I wanted to bellow at him, forbid him to leave, tie him to the bed until they came to pry him out of my cold, dead hands.
But I didn't. I held it in. Just like I told Edward not to do. My once endless voice was silent, imprisoned.
Edward's soft eyes tilted up and touched mine…and we exchanged sad faces.
"Alright.", Charlie half turned himself towards Edward, "First off, let me tell you what I found out so far. The kid you saw get killed is Jason White. He was reported missing by his parents. Good student, average kid. He graduated high school a few months before he disappeared. Parents aren't sure but they think he might've run away from home, according to the report. There was some fight they had with him the day before he was gone. Probably came to New York, then, and got involved with the wrong crowd. This city eats runaways alive. And this kid came from the south, very sheltered type, not very street smart. Maybe he was hooking on the streets and saw something one night that got him in trouble. I'm guessing on that right now, I can't be sure. In time, I'll know more. He was never found."
"God.", Edward looked at the floor and I felt sick. What if Edward disappears and is never found?
As if Charlie read my mind, he said, to Edward, "That's not gonna happen to you, though, Edward."
Charlie stood up, taking the plastic off the needle, adding, "Give me your shoulder, kid."
Looking at me again, Edward pulled up the right short sleeve of his t-shirt, exposing the shoulder and turning towards Charlie a bit.
My hands started to shake as Charlie opened another plastic wrapper, swabbing the meaty side of Edward's arm, below the shoulder.
I heard Edward exhale as Charlie injected the needle into Edward's skin, and then I heard a click.
"Ow.", Edward commented instantly, not sounding all that upset by the shot.
"Let me test it.", Charlie sat down, opening his laptop, clicking the keys and waiting as Edward looked at me again, lowering the sleeve back into place, no mark left behind by the dog needle.
"Alright, the chip is in…and it's working.", Charlie sounded pleased, "You are now at 312 Meyer Avenue."
"Thanks, Dad." I sneered with sarcasm, "Edward, have something to eat. I made bagels."
I sound so weak right now. I am weak right now. And I'm so pissed at Charlie. I don't want to know where Edward's body is, I want to know that he's going to be coming out of there as soon as possible and safe and unharmed.
"Thanks, Bella.", he tried to smile at me, coming around in the kitchen, touching my waist lightly and placing a kiss on my still messy face.
He took a bagel, sat down, and started to break it apart in little pieces, eating it as my father began coaching Edward. I didn't want to leave the room, but I also didn't want to say goodbye to him with my face smeared with paint, either. I washed my face with soap in the kitchen sink, using the mirror of the toaster to see what I was doing.
Edward peeked over at me and smiled to himself, popping another piece of bagel into his mouth as Charlie was going on about acting normally in front of Victoria.
"Don't come right out and ask to go into her office if that's not normal.", Charlie spoke to Edward as if he were a dope, "Wait for the safe opportunity. Don't take any chances, at all. If you are in real trouble and need me to come in there, I want you to say Nostradamus. Got that?"
"Nostradamus.", he repeated, "Got it."
"Can I say it now?", I asked, not wanting this to go any further.
They both looked at me and didn't answer. I went back to slamming things around.
Opening the little plastic case, Charlie took out a little black square, so small that it could sit on the tip of his finger.
"This is the bug.", Charlie said, "Keep it in its case until you get a couple blocks away from the club, then put it in the side of your mouth or under your tongue. The saliva won't hurt it. Just don't bite down on it or swallow it or anything. It's fragile. Just place it somewhere in the room where…she takes you…to…you know."
"The dungeon.", Edward said it aloud, where my father couldn't.
I let out another breath, grabbing my hair near the roots as I leaned over the kitchen sink, wishing I had enough food in me to barf. Maybe that would make me somehow feel better.
"Yea.", Charlie looked at Edward, and put a hand on his shoulder, "I want to tell you, Edward, I didn't like you when I found out about you and Bella…and your little arrangement…and I still don't want you seeing her after this is done. BUT…doing this…takes a lot of balls. I won't let you down. Call…use your word…and I'll be there."
"I won't call until I have some real evidence and my blood sample back.", he said with no weakness in his voice, "Whatever you hear, don't come near the place unless I say that word. And I don't want Bella ever hearing any of it, either."
"I would never let her hear that, Edward.", Charlie agreed, "She already knows that."
They both looked at me again and I had my hands over my mouth, tearing my fingers through my hair again, wishing I could stop shaking.
"Alright.", Edward looked at Charlie now and extended a hand towards him.
Charlie looked at Edward's hand and then shook it as Edward gave a relieved smile, adding, "Thank you, Charlie…for everything."
"No problem.", Charlie replied, cracking a little smile. It may not have looked like much to the outsider, but to me, and knowing my father, it was as huge a gesture as a warm embrace.
"Um…", Edward looked at me and then Charlie, "Could we…have a few minutes?"
"Oh.", he frowned, looking at me, then Edward, "I guess."
Charlie stood up and walked into the kitchen, tapping me. I spun my head around, the tears already blurring my vision as he muttered, "I'll protect him, Bella. He'll be alright."
I felt my fists clench. But then I hugged my father, whether he wanted me to or not. I tried not to cry as he patted my back, letting go and leaving without looking back, probably getting emotional and trying to hide it from me. Tough cops don't cry. Okay, Charlie, whatever you say.
I peeked up at Edward, who stood there, on the other side of the counter. His eyes hurt to look at. Too fucking beautiful…hypnotizing…unreal.
He walked slowly over to me and before I knew it, I threw my arms around him and was sobbing into his soft t-shirt, feeling his pecks under my cheek as he held me close, his lips resting on my head, touching my hair.
"Shhhh…", he rocked me gently, just letting me bawl without stopping me.
"I'm sorry.", I wept, my voice sounding like a seven year old's, "I just love you too much. I can't let you go."
"We won't be apart.", he said, his voice low and morose, "You're with me, always."
"That's a bunch of crap.", I cried more, "Don't say pretty things, don't lie to me, Edward."
"Alright, I won't lie.", he jerked my chin up again and I saw tears in his emerald eyes and it scared me, "It sucks that I have to go back there. I don't know what she's got waiting there for me and I feel sick to my stomach that I have to walk back into that place and kneel and wait for it. But this is what I have to do so I won't have to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life, so Katie can go to school and I won't have to wonder if someone's gonna get her that day. This is a fucked up thing I have to do, but I'm doing it. Whatever happens, I'll do it. For you. For Katie. For me. This is going to be hard for both of us, but your father is with us. Emmett is with us. And if my calculations are correct, Rosalie and Alice are probably outside right now, waiting to come in here for you, too. I'll be fine. I will be back for you. I love you, Bella."
"I love you, too.", I whispered, letting the tears run down my cheeks as he wiped them away, kissing me.
"I'm glad you're crying.", he smiled down at me, "It's good for you."
I clung onto him tighter and let a pained moan escape my lips, then my breath hitched sharply as I looked up at that perfect, strong face.
I did this. I taught him to fight and to stand up for himself. And it was because of me he was going to do this terribly dangerous week with Victoria. I swear to God and everything that's holy, if she hurts one hair on his head, I'll kill her.
"Go.", I forced myself to say that one little word and I'd rather have lost my hands.
He slowly moved towards the door and I spun around, grabbing his arm.
He looked at me and I said, quivering with terror, "Be careful, Thumper."
He gave me that crooked smile I adored and answered, "I will, Bambi."
I will not say goodbye to him. This isn't goodbye. It can't be. I won't let it.
The doorknob squeaked as he turned it. He turned around and took a long look around the apartment, smiling more. If he was anything like me, he could see us everywhere as he looked at the sofa, the stools, the kitchen, the floor, the wall, the bedroom, even the bathroom.
"I'll need lots of therapy when I come back.", he smirked at me, opening the door carefully, tossing his duffle bag over his shoulder, "Be ready, Dr. Bella."
I let out a strangled cry and tried to manage a few more words before he went.
"Of course, Mr. Cullen.", I breathed, the tears still falling from my eyes, "You're my only patient. Be on time. I hate late people."
He tried to laugh but he turned away, casually wiping his eye, but I noticed.
"I'll be on time.", he said, his voice cracking a bit.
I turned away, not wanting to see him leave and close the door. I was dieing inside…and then I heard his soft footsteps out in the hallway, about to descend the staircase. He left the apartment door open, not wanting to shut it, either.
I heard his steps going downstairs and I held in my pain until I knew he'd be outside, unable to hear it. My legs shook, too hard to stand anymore…I let myself sink to sit on the cool kitchen floor, and that felt much better…and certainly safer.
My shaking hands held my mouth shut until the door out to the street closed with a small thud.
Then I fell apart. I don't remember much of anything specific. All I knew was that he was gone, on his way to bleed for Katie…and me. I heard sounds coming out of me that I didn't even recognize. I gasped for air, feeling like I was slowly suffocating as I sobbed mindlessly.
Without even hearing them approach, suddenly I was being hugged and stroked by two sets of arms, sweet perfume and apple lotion filling my nostrils. Alice and Rosalie. My friends…my sisters. I clung to them, crying on their shirts as they sat on the floor with me, not talking…just comforting me…not allowing me to endure this all alone.
I heard my father's car outside, the engine starting up. Edward would not be driving with him to Fire. He had to take the train, as usual, and go there, alone. My father would be in the neighborhood, listening to the bug, listening to hear Nostradamus, the one word that would end my nightmare.
Edward is on his way there now…I pictured him with his duffle bag, walking quickly to the stairs that would take him underground, to the trains. He loves trains. I feel like I have just been torn apart, and the best part of me is gone.
I know it's gone.
All I can do now is wait…and pray.
I trust you, Edward. I love you. Come home to me. Fast.
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