Disclaimer: Ugh, I am sick of typing this line over and over... Not mine. Not at all.
A/N: Here we go again, guys... You don't know how much I love you guys for your continued support, and this chapter goes out to a very special friend of mine, who could use a ray of sunshine in her life right now.
This is for you, you know who you are, and I hope this can make you smile. *hugs*
Bella POV:
I've never been one to be clingy, never have been, and once entertained the thought that I would never be. Harsh reality was telling me something completely different, the way I held my girlfriend to me now, waiting in line at the theater to get inside to see a movie neither of us cared to see; this was all Emmett's idea, a double date between us to see some stupid movie he had been raving about for a solid two weeks now. He said it would be a good thing to do the night before he and Alice left to go to Texas to hear the reading of Jasper's will.
We still did not know the means of his demise, be it in combat or otherwise, and I remembered the crude joke that Emmett had made the night before, as he, Edward, and I all sat together at the Mariners' game, drinking vats of cheap beer. "He probably knocked up some guy's little sister and left her like he did Alice," he had grunted when the conversation turned to that of C.J.'s estranged, and now deceased, father. "If that's the case, I think I might be a little jealous of the guy that got to do the honors."
"That's not funny, dude," Edward said quietly to his older brother, not looking up from the screen of his phone, like always.
I had merely drained the remaining gold liquid in my cup and watched as yet another of our batters struck himself out.
I shook these memories from my mind as Alice drew herself even closer to me, wrapping my brown leather bomber jacket tighter around the both of us. My silly girl had forgotten how cool it was beginning to get outside after the August sun had set in the Sound, and had worn a light cotton top with spaghetti straps with her favorite pair (i.e. my favorite pair) of True Religion dark washed jeans, and her sexiest pair of heeled boots. Her outfit would have been fine a few weeks before, but now you could feel autumn's breath begin to roll down the back of your neck, and the chill bumps scattered on her thin arms had prompted me to offer her my jacket. "We can share," she had compromised, sliding into the open front with me and closing it around us.
"Four adults for Cowboys and Aliens," Emmett said excitedly to the ticket keep, reminding me strongly of a little boy asking to see The Power Rangers Movie. Rosalie just smiled to herself and shook her head, squeezing his elbow affectionately.
Alice giggled at her brother, shaking against my front with pleasing laughter, and I couldn't help but smile as I ducked my mouth to the crook of her neck and placed a light kiss there. She turned her face to look at me, giving me a teasing smile and wink, before exiting my jacket so we could enter the building's lobby.
I hung back a little, just watching her interact with her brother and her best friend, wishing that it would be so simple when she accompanied me to Forks in a few weeks. I wished that we could go just goof off and go to the movies with Jake and Leah, and it not be an awkward fight for my attention from all three of them, while I had to be the rope which they pulled back and forth like wild dogs fighting over a piece of venison. I was not looking forward to taking her there, in the middle of all my crap from my teenage years, when I was young and stupid. I was scared of her meeting the people I used to be friends with, the ones that would be quick to pull the weed or the cocaine from their pocket and offer it to her, merely because they believe it to be polite to share. As small a town as Forks is, I knew it was inevitable that we run into some of my past, unless I kept her locked up in my Dad's house for the three days we planned to be there, and Alice is too outgoing for such a thing. It would never work.
"Bella?"
Hearing her say my name pulled me out of my thoughts and my worries for the trip to come, and I smiled at her quizzical look to try and reassure her that I was fine. She looked at me for a second like she didn't believe me, but then Emmett didn't give her a chance to really question me.
"Look, Mary Alice! They have the sour gummy worms!" he nearly squealed, pointing at the glass display at the snack counter, and Alice's eyes lit up as she rushed to his side and peered into the case with him.
I breathed a sigh of relief that he had distracted her, because this wasn't the place to try and explain to her about my anxieties about going home, and showing her where I am from. As it was, every time Leah was brought up in conversation around her when Dad and Sue were here, Alice would twitch.
Alice and I made the most of the movie by paying it absolutely no attention, choosing instead to throw ice over the heads of random patrons, and feigning interest only when said patrons turned around angrily in their seats to look for the culprit. Once I accidentally dropped a piece into Alice's shirt, and ended up trying to find it with my mouth instead of my hands, the populace was saved further torment just because the hunt for the ice turned into a rather intense make out session in the dark of the theater, one that went on until the credits rolled and Rosalie broke up by pinching the fuck out of my arm.
"Can't take you two anywhere," she complained, but she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes as she said it. Rose was very happy with me, because Alice was very happy with me.
"I don't want to go home, yet!" Alice said as we crossed the parking lot to Emmett's Jeep, with her skipping way ahead of us, and then twirling around gracefully to face the three of us. "Let's go to the club, and dance for a little while."
"We have to be at the airport at ten, tomorrow morning," Emmett reminded her, and she made a face.
"Boo! So, what? Let's go! It's not even eleven, yet! Please, Emmy?" She broke out the Look, poking her bottom lip out to her brother, letting her eyes glaze over with helpless tears.
"Fine, but I don't want to hear you bitching all day tomorrow," he relented reluctantly, glancing down at Rose to see her look up at him with a smug grin.
"I'll make it worth your while, I promise," his wife said to him, and he grinned widely, much happier with his choice now.
I shuddered to think what she meant. According to Alice, it was only a matter of time before Rose ended up pregnant, because they were like bunnies.
I didn't even need to ask which club we were attending, and as Emmett whipped his giant vehicle around the big black and blue building with its neon sign lit against the sky, I steeled myself for my first trip to La Lune Bleu since that one night... the night everything changed. He parked in the employees parking area, next to Edward's little faggy silver Volvo. I jumped out from the back seat of the jacked up vehicle, and held out a hand to Alice to help her down, hearing the ridiculous tones of some girly pop singer blaring from inside. Alice saw the look on my face, and she shook her head, giggling.
"I have to play what the masses want to dance to, or I don't get business, Bella," she said to me, and I nodded. I knew that, and I couldn't help but watch as her hips began to rock from side to side as we made our way to the back entrance, and Alice used her key to let us in.
I'd never seen Alice dance. I knew she could, I knew it very nearly became her profession, and probably would have if not for having her son. Therefore I was a little nervous as we made our way down the back hall past the staircase that led up to a single black door, and through a door that led out directly behind the bar that I had bought the liquor and beer from Edward, what felt like years ago. Emmett and Rosalie broke away from Alice and I almost immediately, going around the bar and down the stairs to the dance floor, and Alice looked up at me with an amused smile.
"Do you need a drink before cutting a rug out there with me?" she asked me teasingly, jerking a thumb towards the stairs, and I shook my head, though it was a white lie. A drink would have been nice. But I didn't want alcohol to affect my brain if the dancing got... heated. If I were completely sober, then I could still keep my hands to myself... I hoped.
"Well, then, what are we waiting for? Come on!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her to the mass of bodies sweating together to the upbeat tempo beating through all of us, and when we were dead in the center of bodies, she pressed against me, her arms going up around my neck as I just stood there awkwardly, blushing darkly in my embarrassment, not knowing what else to do.
You see, I can't dance. Alice did not know this until now, and I saw the realization dawn in her eyes, before a tiny smile pulled at her perfect lips.
Unwrapping her arms from my neck, she reached for both of my hands, placing them on either side of her hips before pulling us closer together. She leaned into my ear and said words to me that I though were going to melt me right through the dirty floor beneath our feet: "Move against me, move with me like you do when we make out... move with me like you want to fuck me."
Tingles exploded through my entire body as I did as she said, and the song changed to one that I had heard before, though I was sure that it hadn't been quite as interesting the first time. Alice looked up at me with a smirk, knowing what was going through my head, and I wondered briefly if this was an attempt at seduction. She had tried to have sex with me twice now, once in the hotel room, and again last week in her room at Carlisle and Esme's. Both times had been inopportune, and now... About a minute into the song, the verse had started, and there was a little part... honey got a booty like pow pow pow... I jumped a little in surprise, both at myself, and at the way Alice turned to have her ass against my crotch, popping it against me with each pow. I was finding things out right about now, things about myself that I thought I could keep hidden for at least a little while longer, but it seemed were ready to be known.
I found that I was ready.
I wanted her.
Tonight.
AlicePOV:
If all it took was a few well-placed ass shakes to get her to loosen up, and stop being so damn thoughtful, and sweet, and chilvarous, and... just a perfect fucking gentleman, I should have tried this sooner.
I was leaving the next morning for one of the hardest things I would ever have to face, and I wanted tonight to forget about what lie ahead of me in the next few days. I wanted tonight to be about nothing but me and Bella, nothing but the two of us, despite the company we'd kept all night. It had been easy in the dark of the movie house to forget that we were not truly alone, easy to be ourselves that we were when it was just the two of us, and that's what made me want to drag this little piece of sanity out just a little longer. I was having fun with my girlfriend, effectively forgetting the business ahead, and can you blame me for not wanting to walk her to her apartment for a single good night kiss and then just leave in the morning?
What my mother does not know, will not hurt her.
A few more songs of ever-heating dancing, feeling her get more and more into it as we moved together, it all ended when her lips caught mine in a deep kiss, one that she had only given me a few times, and always right before she pulled away from me to calm herself down from the arousal coursing through her. Then the magic words: "Stay with me tonight..."
Her voice finally whispering those words with that husky tone full of promises was what I had been waiting to hear since I laid eyes on my Bella exactly one month, one week, and three days before. My fists closed on the front of her shirt and tugged her further against me, nipping at her bottom lip before kissing her in approval of her idea. I don't know how long we stood there, still in a sea of movement, absolutely immersed in each other and the way our mouths worked against the other, before I was rudely brought back to the real world.
I felt hands circle around my waist and pull me back from Bella, and then there was no mistaking the feel of a guy with a hard on grinding against my ass. I sent an elbow backwards into him as hard as I could, and he staggered back as I whipped around to give him a warning look. He was taller than me, short dark hair, dark goatee, and his thin lips were twisted in a scowl. Apparently he didn't appreciate my reaction to his attempt at dancing with me.
Well, I have always stood my the saying, "Dynamite comes in small packages." And I did not appreciate him breaking up my Bella time.
"You little bitch!" he snarled angrily, spittle flying from his mouth at the b in "bitch".
Hmm. I've been called worse.
I opened my mouth to retort, but before I could even say anything, a flash of long brown hair and a white t-shirt flew past me, and then collided with the fool standing in front of me. My jaw hit the floor as I realized Bella was the one straddled across his stomach, whaling on his face. I couldn't move for the first five seconds, frozen in utter disbelief that my laid back, part-time stoner girlfriend was whipping a guy's ass for offending me. It wasn't until the guy swung up and caught Bella's cheek with a closed fist, knocking her off of himself to the side, that I darted over and helped her to her feet, holding her up, as she was a little dazed after taking the hit. I looked her over quickly, noting that he had not broken the skin, but by the way her eyes were rolling around in her head, trying to find focus, I could tell he had knocked the shit out of her, and it would definitely bruise by morning.
Anger surged through me. How dare he?
Still partly holding Bella up on her feet, I glared at the man, who returned the look with earnest, daring me to say anything to him. "You shouldn't have done that," I muttered to myself, but he read my lips, and his glare darkened as he took a step forward.
Pushing Bella behind me now that she seemed to be coming to, I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to use some of the kick-boxing moves that Kate had taught me years ago, mixed in with the formal martial arts training that Edward and I both completed as children. He bowed his chest out at me before I saw him shift his weight onto his left leg, telling me he would lead with his left fist. Easy dodge as it sailed past my face... and grazed Bella's cheekbone, probably just enough to bruise it further, which only turned my anger cold. That's two, you son of a bitch. One more, and your ass is-
Before I could even finish my thought, he followed with his right fist, and I caught it easily with my left hand, using the momentum to push my body back so I could coil to push him back, away from Bella, and come back with a right hook, though I had to slightly jump to hit his face. When his head jerked back from the impact of my fist, I kneed him square in the groin, dropping him to his knees, and then I right hooked him again on eye level, watching blood spurt from a busted lip, or perhaps a tooth, I couldn't tell and I didn't give a fuck.
Bella was pulling me back, away from him and towards the staff door that led to my office and the back exit to the parking lot where we had left Emmett's Jeep, and she fought harder when I tried to go back to finish the asshole off, as he flipped a bird to me as she dragged me away. I was yelling at him incoherently, and felt my world spin as I swooped up off my feet and tossed over Emmett's shoulder, as he finally had noticed the fight and chosen to stop dry humping Rosalie to help me out. "That's it, kiddo, we're going home," he said loudly, as I beat a fist on his back so he would put me down. I hated when he flipped me around like a rag doll just because he could.
"Damn it, Emmett, put me down!" I yelled as we entered the hallway, and he finally released his hold, placing me on my feet, though he did not let go of me, yet.
"You're not going to hurt him, Alice," he said placidly, and I growled at his tone and his words. "Seriously, think about it: is he really worth getting an assault-with-a-deadly-weapon charge? Because that's what will happen if you go back in there. Your hands are considered weapons." He fixed me to the spot with a stare, and I glared back at him defiantly.
Son of a bitch. He was right. The black belt in tae-kwon-do was the nail in that coffin.
I felt hands touch me again, only this time the tingles that accompanied the touch made my body relax, and my adrenaline begin to cool. When those hands turned into arms, and I was being pulled back into Bella's chest, I felt my anger melt completely away with my body, as I reflexively merged with her. She cradled my head to her neck, running a loving hand through my hair, calming me even further to the point I didn't care... I just wanted to go. I wanted to finish the night where I had planned to finish it: falling asleep in these very arms around me now.
"So... your hands are deadly weapons, hmm?" she whispered in my ear as we followed Emmett and Rose out to the back parking lot, where Emmett had parked an hour or so before.
"Black belt in tae-kwon-do," I muttered darkly, cursing the stupid title. I could have minced that guy if I didn't have that.
Bella started to chuckle, squeezing my hand before releasing it so she could lift me up to climb into Em's monster truck. "Well," she sighed a second later, shutting the door behind herself as she got settled in the back seat beside me, "I think that watching you beat the shit out of him was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
I couldn't hold in the cocky smirk that twisted my mouth up on one side. "Really?" I asked, giving her a look to match the low tone of my voice, watching as she nodded and slid closer to me. Our eyes locked, and I felt that familiar tingle as her hand touched my knee and slid up my thigh to wrap around my waist as she leaned closer to me, silently asking permission to kiss me... as if she really needed it.
Right when our lips touched, however, we were both assaulted with cold liquid right to the face, and we broke apart to guard our eyes as Rosalie soaked us with water from a plastic squirt bottle from the passenger seat, the one she used to attempt controlling Hyde when she took him to the park when I was working.
"Not in my presence, that's just wrong," Rose chided to us, and I glared at her as soon as the bottle was lowered and Emmett was laughing his ass off from behind the wheel as we left La Lune Bleu.
"This coming from the girl I have had to watch tongue wrestle with my brother for the last eight years? WHATever, Rosalie, shove it up your ass... Oh, wait, I forgot, that's Emmett's thing, isn't it?" I smirked when she gave me a murderous look for putting it out there that she likes it when Emmett... well, let's just say Rose is a back door kinda girl, and it was Em's fetish that got her that way.
Emmett laughed again, only shutting up when that icy glare of blue eyes shifted from me to him. "That was uncalled for, Alice," Emmett said, clearing his throat, and glancing at Rose almost hopefully, trying to pull himself out of a dog house. I knew he thought it was funny, the ass. I rolled my eyes at him to Bella, who covered her mouth to try and hide her snicker.
"Where were we?" I mumbled to her, deciding to ignore my insufferable sibling and my ridiculous best friend, and sliding back to where I was flush with her. Just let Rosalie try that squirt bottle again, I thought to myself. I'll pour the whole thing down her shirt!
Bella and I teased and kissed the entire ride back to the estate, while Emmett and Rosalie sat up front and bickered the whole way, though I doubt we heard a word of it. I was too caught up in the sensation of Bella's mouth on my neck, and her hand massaging my inner thigh, her thumb barely brushing the in-seam of my jeans right over my aching clit, but even the slight contact was making my thighs shake every time she did it. She seemed to approve when my hand slid up the front of her white t-shirt and and tentatively cupped her right breast, squeezing just enough to make her gasp into my ear as her mouth moved up my pulse point, her teeth scraping against my earlobe, and I couldn't hold in the low moan that it incited.
"Hey!" Em said loudly, finally realizing just what was really going on behind him. "Bella, you're one of my best buddies, but that is my little sister, dude. Keep it PG-13 until we get back to the 'rents, okay?"
"Sorry, Em," my girlfriend said with a grin, not taking him seriously at all. She had figured my brother out very quickly, and he wasn't really mad about it, just a little weirded out, I was sure, and Bella knew this, too. But when she withdrew her hand from my leg and moved to put space between us, I couldn't help but lock my arms over my chest, my lip sticking out in a pout.
"We have all night," she reminded me in a low voice, biting her lip as she looked at me in the dim lights from the various devices surrounding us in the vehicle. I didn't reply, but when she lifted a hand to caress my jaw, bursting tingles made me sigh dreamily, and by reflex I leaned into the touch, soaking up as much of her affection as I could. I wouldn't see her for a whole three days... I couldn't think about that now, not when we were so close to being back at her apartment, so close to being alone, and both of us so close to being together, like that, for the first time.
BellaPOV:
Emmett parked the Jeep in front of the closed garage door, shutting off the engine. My heart was in my throat, knowing that it was only a short walk up fifteen steps to my door, and that once we crossed that threshold... I swallowed hard. All that confidence and bravado I'd had at the club, and during our petting session in the back seat, had evaporated.
I was nervous.
I'd never been nervous to have sex, not even my first time, years ago. It was something that came naturally to me, something at which I had always been good... well, great. If you ask my previous liasions, I am sure they would venerate me, but none of that mattered, they didn't matter. Alice mattered. Alice, the most amazing woman on the earth, the most perfect being in creation, the most valuable person in my life... she mattered.
What if I didn't do it for her, what if I-
Oh, who am I kidding? She's been all over me from the beginning, I argued with myself. I knew that was right, but it didn't help my self-esteem at the moment, which was quickly flying from the Jeep door I opened to jump out of the vehicle. I swallowed the nervousness long enough to take Emmett's jibe about Alice not staying up all night, and to smile back at Rosalie when she shot me a conspiratol wink, then Alice was practically dragging me up the stairs to my door.
I was quiet as I fumbled with my key ring, trying to ignore the feel of her beside me long enough to get the door open, and it did not go unnoticed by my tiny girlfriend.
"Bells...?" she said softly as I finally found the right key and inserted it into the deadbolt.
I looked at her as I opened the door and made a gesture for her to enter first, but she didn't move far beyond the doorway once she did, flipping on the light as she passed a lamp. Seeing my face in the light for the first time in quite a while, her curious expression softened as she read my eyes, and she came back to the door as I shut and locked it, leaning me against it, burying her face in my neck as her arms slid around my waist to hold me. I wrapped my arms around her, leaning my head against hers, my eyes closing as my chest constricted with so much emotion for her, so much... love, for her.
"It's okay," she whispered to me, placing a light kiss just below my ear that gave me chills. Noticing my reaction, she did it again, lingering this time, before beginning a trail of them around my throat, each more sensual than the last, until my heart was once again in my pants by the time her mouth reached mine. After a gentle lock of her lips with mine, she pulled away enough to look at me square in the eyes.
"I want you," she sang in a low soprano, the song sending a beautiful shiver down my spinal cord, and making something just below my navel jerk. "I want you so bad... I want you... I want you so bad, it's driving me mad, it's driving me..." The smoldering look in her navy eyes was the icing on the cake as our bodies unconciously drew closer together, and my hand tightened on the small of her back as she pressed her lips to mine once more, but instead of hesitantly returning it, I devoured the kiss.
Something inside of me snapped, and I couldn't control the urges my body had been fighting so long, as my hand slid from the bottom of her back to her jean-clad ass, hitching her leg up on me with a single pull, and she finished by hopping up onto my hips. My other hand caught her, though I don't know how, because the only signal my brain was understanding at the moment was her name, and it was becoming a mantra in my head as we kissed.
But still... "Babe," I panted as she once again moved down my neck, nipping at the flesh. "Are you sure...?"
A small slap on my arm simultaneously told me to shut up and keep going all at once, so I carried her all the way to my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me. We fell onto my unmade mess of sheets in a tangle of quickly heating bodies, before I caught up to myself and my brain began to understand other things again, rather than just Alice's name.
I understood the hot air in my ear as I moved down her neck to her chest, where I had been playfully kissing and licking only hours before. These kisses and licks were no laughing matter, however, as I sucked my way down her bust to where the skin ended and her blouse began. I understood the little fingers gripping into my hair as I kept going over the fabric, teeth nipping teasingly at the little raised bumps that were her nipples poking through the thin material of the shirt she wore. Once I reached the hem of her shirt, she pulled herself up into a sitting position, letting go of me and ripping the shirt over her head indiscriminately, before reaching for mine, giving it the same treatment before I laid her back down.
I even understood the words she whispered as I continued to kiss down her abdomen, appreciating every whimper the action pulled from her parted lips. "I can't believe this is... finally happening," she breathed as I reached the button to her jeans, and then began kissing my way back up her body.
God, she was perfect... she had admitted her one self-concious flaw to me once, that she didn't like the pale strips across the bottom of her stomach, hips, and breasts that had come from her pregnancy with C.J., but as I was so close to those places now, I honestly did not see the marks she had told me about. Her belly was flat, and tight, and there was no excess flesh on her waist, only the tiny jut of her hip bones, which I nipped at affectionately on my way back to her mouth. Her breasts were amazing, cradled beautifully in the cups of the white lace bra she wore, pushed up and together for symmetrical perfection. I ran my tongue up the valley between them again, and her fingers tightened their hold when I suckled the soft flesh again, unable to help myself, before burying my face in her neck, nuzzling her with my nose, inhaling her scent and melting with the aroma of her perfume.
I braced myself over her with both arms locked in place, and stared down at her, wondering if my eyes reflected the adoring look that hers harbored, before bringing one hand up to touch her face. I needed to know this was real, too. I needed to know that I wasn't about to wake up alone in my bed, sun streaming through the curtains hanging over the one window that over-looked Esme's garden. She meant more to me than anyone in my life, even my parents, and my heart started to slam against my chest as I silently told myself why: You're in love with her.
My breath caught in my throat as the truth of those words sunk into me, and Alice smiled at me sweetly, as if she had heard what my heart had just told my brain. My eyes closed as she lifted her face to mine to place a tender kiss on my lips, no rush in the the way she gently nudged my lips apart to push her tongue past them, enticing my own to meet hers. We kissed slowly, living in the moment, only breaking away to breathe for a moment before continuing, only the continuance picked up pace with our hearts... My hips jerked into her, and she sucked a hard breath in through her nose, and her hands travelled down my bare upper back to the clasp of my bra, making quick work of it as her hips began to move with mine, and her nails scraped up my back to hook her hands onto my shoulders for leverage as I lifted her to unsnap her clasp, as well. I pulled back from her, sitting up on my knees to slide the straps off and toss the thing aside, and her eyes never left my chest as I bared it to her for the first time. It was like she was frozen, not even her chest moved with her breath, so I knew she had forgotten to breathe.
"Beautiful," she said in awe, pushing herself up into a sitting position as well, slipping out of her bra, and I returned her gaze, seeing the most perfect little pale pink nipples I'd ever had the honors of seeing. She had started to breathe again, and I watched as they rose and fell with each inhale and exhale, but before I regained use of my motor skills, Alice had attacked me, pushing me backwards against the pillows at the top of the bed.
She straddled my right thigh, pressing her own against me as she kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth as she ground herself against me, and I reflexively pushed back, sparks flying behind my eyelids when the pressure went directly to my clit. I was lost in the sensation, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me, and my whole body spasmed when her hands slid between us and cupped both my breasts simultaneously, squeezing hard and pinching my nipples with small tugs. I felt like a fool for the desperate noise coming from my own throat when Alice decided her hands had had enough play, and wanted to see what happened if she put her mouth where her hands once were. I'd forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end of these sort of attentions, as the only person I had ever let touch me was Leah, and it was over a year ago that it had last happened. All the girls after her were just toys for me to play with. But Alice... FUCK what was she doing to me?
My back arched up from the bed as she wrapped her lips around my nipple, and the heat from her mouth made my eyes roll back into my skull, and I looked down to see her grinning from my chest, but when she bit down and my hand met the base of her neck, holding her head there so she wouldn't stop, I realized exactly why she was grinning. Too distracted with her mouth on my chest, I had failed to notice that my belt had come undone, and that the fly of my jeans had been pulled open, until I felt her hand slide beneath the band of my boxers.
Time stopped, then began in slow motion as her hand moved further down... and it snapped back into real time as soon as she touched me... right where it counted most... just as it had the night we kissed the first time.
Our eyes locked as I gave a piteous moan, my body beginning to tremble with the mere presence of her touch, nevermind the way her finger slid down to my entrance and back up to my clit, where the wetness she'd collected made it skate over me easily. "Oh, Bella..." she whispered, searching my face as I bit the fuck out of my lip to hold back the next ungodly sound that was building to be freed. She laid her unoccupied hand against my cheek, stroking it, but I couldn't fight the urge to kiss her any longer, despite the need to see her face.
She moved her fingers over my clit in gentle circles at first, but when my need showed through my kiss, she pressed into me more firmly, and I grinded into her hand, our kiss matching the rhythm we were beginning to build... and speaking of building, something was beginning to swirl in the bottom of my stomach, a long lost feeling that I recognized as an orgasm in the making. What? Already? It blew my mind that I was this turned on, that I was even on the bottom to begin with... this hardly ever happened to me. I was a top, damn it!
Adrenaline shot through me at the thought of her beneath me, and I used its power to flip her over, kicking my way out of my sneakers, and pushing my jeans down my legs. Alice growled in frustration that I had pulled free of her, but then started to unzip the side of her boots when she caught on to what I was doing. I thanked God for my lava lamp's light as she exposed her legs to me when she peeled her ultra-tight fitting jeans off of herself and was lying before me in nothing but white lace boy-cut panties with the sexiest look I'd ever seen boring into me. I felt tears come up into my eyes, which confused me, but I swallowed the swell of emotion in my throat, and crawled back to her as she raised a single finger and beckoned me forth. Enveloped in her warmth, I melted against her again, and this time, there really was no stopping this.
I could feel how wet she was through the fabric brushing against my stomach as we moved together like a finely-tuned piano thrums, up and down, vibrating ourselves into a beautiful note of music; my hand came up from the sheet it was clutching, and moved across her stomach, making her tremble against me with a low moan. I could listen to that moan for hours, days, weeks... years. Mary Alice Cullen had become my sculptor, just as I was the putty in her hands, bending to her every action and wish... not even complaining when she flipped me onto my back once more, jerking the last article of clothing I wore down my thighs. Once she pulled the shorts free of my ankle, she silently let them drop to the floor beside the bed as she licked her lips, seeing me fully nude for the first time. There was something in the way she stared at me, and the way her eyes slowly rose up my body to meet mine, that made me feel a warm gush between my parted thighs, something that only became worse as her hands touched the insides of my knees and began to slowly slide upwards. My eyes slid shut again in anticipation, but just as soon as she reached the juncture, her hands were gone, and I groaned in disappointment until I opened my eyes to see her shimmy out of her underwear.
"Jesus Christ," I swore under my breath, my mouth going dry with the sight of all of her bared before me. Alice, being Alice, gave me a teasing grin, and let her hand come up between her legs, and touched herself, rubbing softly at the top with tiny gasps, until she slid a single finger inside of herself, biting her lip seductively. "Alice... oh, fuck..."
When she pulled her hand free of herself, she leaned forward an placed the finger on my lips, and I sucked at it greedily, moaning at the taste of her, and when she took the digit back, she sealed her mouth against mine as she reached down between us and pushed that same finger into me. My hips rose with the penetration, pulling her in, and I lost it when she gave the first pump against me, breaking free of her kiss as I rolled up against her and she slid another finger in with the first. I clutched at her as her pace picked up, and I felt that same stirring in my gut again, moaning uncontrollably when she pressed the pad of her thumb against the side of my clit, adding stimulation, but not enough to push me over the edge... yet.
She let her entire body press into me, and her hips began to work behind her hand, driving me that much more crazy, especially with the way she sucked at my neck as I whimpered and thrashed beneath her, delirious and not caring how loud I was getting. She put her mouth against my ear, licking the outer cup. "Bella," she panted hotly, sending chill bumps scattering across my overheated skin. "I want to know when you're going to come. I want you to tell me, okay?"
"Uh huh," was all I could manage in reply, because now her thumb moved over just the tiniest bit so that it was directly over my throbbing clit, and she pressed down hard, making my entire body convulse, my teeth chattering together in my head.
"Seriously. Don't you dare think about coming without telling me, got it?"
I couldn't answer her, but when she completely stopped and pulled her face out of my neck to show me how serious she was, I nodded quickly, just so she would keep fucking me. Satisfied, she continued, only now she moved with a definite purpose, in strong, calculated strokes inside of me. "God, you feel so good. So fucking wet, so hot inside," she whispered to me, moaning when my teeth found her shoulder and bit, unable to take this much longer, and the things she was saying made me reel.
My hand somehow made it to her hair, and I pulled against it as I felt that edge come closer, and I was forcibly reminded of the way I compared Leah and Alice, a pool to the beautifully violent ocean, and I never felt more justified in my choice than when I saw the lip of my downfall in glorious oblivion. "Alice, I'm... Shit... I'm coming, I'm-" I couldn't form the words in my mouth, and I no longer needed to try as she kissed me and sped up just a single notch, her magical hips thrusting against me so fast that I couldn't believe it was possible. There was no way I was going to be able to make her come like I was now. She was just too goddamn good.
My torso lifted, bringing us both into the air as I crested, and Alice encouraged it, thankfully not drawing out the torture of being so close, so intense that I wanted to pull free of her just because I couldn't handle the sensitivities any longer. But then it hit me, and Alice never once pulled away, riding my orgasm out with me, fucking my mouth with her tongue just as sure as she moved in and out of me in speedy, short pumps the first thirty seconds, and then brought me down with long, fluid ones. Perfect. So fucking perfect.
I fell out on my bed in a tingling, vibrating mess of sweaty skin and bones, chest heaving and head spinning, and Alice laid beside me, pulling me into her arms to hold me as I floated somewhere outside of myself. When I started to come to, I felt her hand petting my head, and felt her lips pressing lovingly against my temple.
"That's... the best... God, Alice, that was..." I swallowed hard, trying to come up with a word for how that experience went for me, but there was no adjective available that adequately described the ecstasy I had just went through. When my eyes finally shifted over to her face, I rolled my eyes at the cocky smirk she wore, proud of herself for the obvious.
"Yeah?" she said playfully, leaning forward and kissing the tip of my nose, her thumb brushing against my cheekbone. "Well, that was pretty fucking amazing on your end, too... God, I love your moan. But I love it even more that I'm the only one that gets to hear it, that gets to cause it."
I blushed, and she giggled, kissing me in what I was sure she meant to be a chaste fashion, but I wasn't having that. It was her turn, damn it, so I provoked her to keep kissing me, pushing her down on her back, slipping my knee up against her, pleased when I found her soaked and wanting, beautifully responsive as I rubbed against her lightly, feeling her arch to my touch. I pulled away from her mouth to catch my breath, my heart beat picking up again at the prospect of making love to Alice, to this little enigma that had whirled into my life and flipped it upside down, making everything in my life colorful, defined, fresh. She made me feel like a whole new being, like I had just been baptised and reborn, cleansed in the aura and essence that purely belonged to the woman breathing my name now as I worshipped the curve of her neck.
I took my time with her, not going straight for my goal, just to leave her guessing what I was going to do next, making it a point to kiss every inch of her before I ever even let my finger swipe down where I knew she wanted me to be. But once I let that finger slide down her slit, the sound she made erased every notion I had to keep up the torture, solely because I was addicted to that sound, and I needed to hear more of it. I kissed my way down her stomach, not missing when she began to push my head down, squirming desperately to find some sort of friction against me to cure whatever glorious pain she was experiencing from my lack of touch. I obliged her and kept moving down, but once my mouth came even with the heat radiating from her core, I merely let my bottom lip graze the protruding nub at the top, nudging the tip of my tongue against it, trying not to linger when her hips bucked up forcefully. Instead I turned my face and went to her thighs, appreciating the toned muscles, licking dangerously close to where I was trying not lick, but there was only so much self control I could exude.
Fuck it.
I latched onto her clit hard, sucking, flicking my tongue across, and I felt her body shudder all over, her voice getting louder. I felt myself getting wetter, and I snuck hand down to play with my clit while I let go of hers and moved down to her entrance, pushing my tongue inside of her instead, and letting my thumb take over above my mouth. "B-Be- ahhhh god, like that, faster!"
It didn't take long, and I wondered if I was wrong when I let the thought pass through my mind that I wouldn't be able to make her come like she had me.
Alice came undone, and there's no other way to put that, because I think a handful of my hair came undone at the same time, but I did not mind in the slightest, and found myself feeling just a tad smug as I took everything she gave, and I didn't release her until I felt her grip on my head slacken.
I placed one last kiss to the hood of her overly sensitive clit before I pushed myself back up to the top of the bed, watching as she panted, her hands covering her face, which was bright pink in exertion. The way her hips went nuts against my face scared me that she could possibly break my nose. I smiled at her when she finally uncovered her eyes, and she lifted a hand and tossed it at my chest, rolling her eyes. "Don't get an ego swell, yet," she whispered to me, reaching up to cup my neck and pull my face closer to hers. "I've only just started."
Somewhere in Seattle:
She cleaned the cut above his eyebrow, looking into his blue eyes, not understanding why he was so obsessed with these two women. Wasn't she enough for him? Didn't she treat him the way he himself had trained her to treat him? Was she not pretty enough? Was Alice Cullen going to dominate every fantasy for him forever, no matter how much she loved him, no matter that she was built for him?
He had already cut his beautiful hair she so loved to run her fingers through, and had grown a scratchy beard to cover his square jaw. He had even tried to convince her to dye her fiery mane, but there she put her foot down; and now she was a prisoner in her own home. James wouldn't let her go anywhere, scared that she would be spotted, and in result he would have to pay his penance for his sick obsession with Alice Cullen and Bella Swan.
"Why, baby?" she asked him tearfully, not afraid to show him how much his actions hurt her. "Why did you have to follow them to the club? Why didn't you just come home after the movie?"
"You don't understand, Vic," he told her firmly, not meeting her green eyes. "That bitch Alice humiliated me for years, treating me like I was the scum on the bottom of her designer pumps... And Bella seems to be the only thing that makes Alice happy, and I would know: I've been in the shadows of her life since high school."
"Is that why you felt the need to go to Texas? I think it was unnecessary."
His anger brimmed, and before she knew it, she was bent over holding her stinging jaw in her hand as he stood up to his full height and placed himself inches from her. "Don't you ever talk to me like that. He was going to ruin everything for me, Vic, he knew things about me that I couldn't have that faggot Emmett finding out, in case Whitlock decided to come back. He had to be silenced."
Victoria's shoulders began to quake with sobs as James turned around and stalked off to the bathroom in the hallway, the door slamming shut behind him.
What have I helped him do?
A/N: Thanks for reading. Almost 400 reviews... Wow. Just amazing.
The song used in the club scene is Usher's OMG... good song, trust me, I know ;)