Cullen's Hound
Ch. 9: A Promise is a Promise
RPOV
Bella was comfortably tucked into the bed in our room…Our Room; I liked the sound of that. She'd been asleep since the connection between us was severed. Carlisle and I had shared a glance back at the hospital that conveyed two things; first, that the young woman had intuitively deduced much about the nature of her condition and second, we needed to have a private conversation about everything. There had been no time for our chat when we arrived back home because everybody was too keyed up about why we needed to bring Bella home early.
I noticed that Carlisle had made time to sneak off to his study for a few minutes to make a phone call. There'd been no use trying to listen in because that room was the only sound proof room in the house. Esme had tripled the soundproofing during her renovations when he complained that it was difficult for him to review his medical journals and work because of the noise generated by two hormonal teen-aged couples. Emmett and Alice had been caught trying to christen it with some creative aerobics but our father had walked in at just the right moment.
After his call, Carlisle came back down more relaxed than when he'd first gone upstairs. The family then gathered around the dining room table so that our plans could be fleshed out. It was decided that we would mount constant patrols for a five mile radius around our property whenever we were all home. All but one member of the Pack were in school, and that one wouldn't do anything reckless without back up. Esme had wanted to home school Bella because Forks High had already fired her teacher after they learned of Charlie's death. She already faxed over her information to the State Board of Education.
The discussion ended when we finally hammered out a satisfactory patrol schedule. Like typical men, Jasper and Emmett had tried to take over the bulk of them but we girls weren't having it. Since the girls outnumbered the boys in our family, it was easy to overrule their attempts. Each of the boys was given a set patrol while we girls elected to alternate between the various patrols.
Esme left the table first and made Bella some dinner. It wasn't long after she finished that my mate woke up and the others excused themselves from the house for an extended hunting trip until mid-morning. Their not-too-subtle way of reminding what I'd said to Bella at the hospital. I gave a mock huff of annoyance then gathered the food on a tray and headed upstairs.
I guess I'll just have to take one for the team. A promise is a promise, after all, I thought with a smile.
BPOV
I woke up but knew I wasn't in the hospital anymore. For starts, the bed I was in was too large and way too comfortable. Then bedding itself was high quality not the thin scratchy stuff I had to suffer through the past couple of days. Finally, there was the fact that I was surrounded by Rose's scent; it permeated everything in this room…her room.
When the fog of exhaustion had cleared, I realized that something was different. Even though I was no longer connected with Rosalie, my remaining senses were like a hundred times stronger than they were before. I could smell Rose, in addition to the food, and knew we were the only ones in the house. I even felt the vibrations of every step she'd taken. Between the two senses, I knew she was on her way to me with the food. But those weren't the weirdest thing; my brain registered a slight tickle in the back of my throat.
I sat up in the bed then waited for my…girlfriend (?) to arrive with breakfast. She entered the room and came straight to me then placed a tray of food in my lap. When I reached out to tentatively look for a fork, Rose smacked my hand gently. For the next twenty minutes, my love fed me savory waffles stuffed with apple wood smoked bacon drizzled with pure maple syrup and fresh strawberries in crème fresh. A glass of cold milk washed it all down. She moved the tray and the two of us laid back and cuddled.
Rosalie started to trail butterfly kisses along my neck as one of her hands snaked its way under my top to play with my naked left breast. I moaned wantonly then arched into her hand. She stopped kissing my neck long enough to remove my top then kissed down my neck and to my right breast. My nipple was sucked into her mouth while her tongue flicked the hardened nub mercilessly which made me hiss with pleasure. The twin assaults of her fingers rolling one nipple between them and her mouth on the other had me on the edge. I begged for her to take me.
Somehow, my yoga pants and panties had been removed. With both hands continuing to work on my breasts and nipples, she licked her way down my torso to my soaked slit. I licked her way around my mound then gently sucked on my inner lips one at a time. When she dipped her tongue into my core, my hips bucked wildly. One of her hands made its way south and its fingers teased my entrance with her mouth and tongue worked my clit. My body shook with my first orgasm and she quickly thrust two fingers inside me taking my virginity. There was no chance for the pain of that to be registered as her fingers were pumping in and out of me as she continued to work clit. I lost count of the number of orgasms I'd had.
I returned the favor when she finally finished. Every twitch of pleasure she had etched itself into my memory. By the time I was through, neither of us had been capable of any coherent thought. I drifted off to sleep with a contented sigh while my Rose basked in the afterglow of numerous intense orgasms and held me. Throughout our lovemaking, the tickle in my throat would flare to a burn then die down. At some point I'd ask Carlisle about it but at the moment it was gone.