[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer
[A/N]
This one is written from Bella's POV. Hope you'll like this glimpse into her head.
**M & M's**
I wrap my hands tightly around his ankles and try to ignore the groaning whimpers from escaping his mouth. Whining men are so terribly annoying and Mike is definitely the worst of them all.
"Ten more," I instruct strictly, being instantly greeted by another pain-filled moan. The moron is hopefully not thinking that if he keeps doing this I'll be easier on him. Does he?
Slowly he lifts up his upper body and when I finally manage to count the last of the requested sit-up's he's almost crying.
Fucking loser…
"You are a tyrant, a heartless tyrant, Bella."
Rolling my eyes at that comment, I stand up from the ground while he takes several greedy sips from a bottle of water. Jobs like these bore me beyond words, for there is no real challenge in them.
Mike will obey any of my orders because he is vain and the possibility of forming his body into a more attractive one is flattering for him. At least his arrogant mother pays me good money for training her little darling, even when she's still quite pissed at me for ending her work out session so abruptly last night.
"Bella, are we done for today?"
I hand him two bottles of water, earning myself a confused look out of watery blue eyes. Somehow Newton reminds me of a little puppy that is desperate to learn new commands.
"I'm not thirsty anymore."
"You are supposed to use those as weights. Straighten your arms…yes like that…now, curl them up."
I sit down on the edge of the leather couch and while I correct his movements now and then my mind drifts to the person I'm so very clearly not supposed to think about.
Her eyes, so warm and always way too questioning for a girl her age make my insides tingle whenever I look at her. I like the way she keeps bitching at me for every single exercise I'm making her do, for every piece of fruit I'm making her eat.
Seventeen, she's just seventeen, I remind myself but this awareness doesn't make me want her one tiny bit less.
She's such an amazingly stubborn person and I just wished that she would see how strong she actually is. Her parents, especially her mother have spoilt her and unfortunately this woman seems to believe that giving her daughter candy is a replacement for spending time with her.
Her weight is too high but I'm more concerned about her low self-esteem than about getting down the extra pounds she's carrying. I hate the way she sees herself so very much.
"Is it enough now?" Mike groans, wiping some sweat from his forehead.
"For today, yes. Drink that protein shake I told you to buy and try to rest a bit tomorrow. I'll see you on Wednesday."
Back inside my car, I pull out my cell and as soon as I read the text she has sent me I can't manage to stop grinning all over my face.
You always make my heart beat so very fast….and not only when you force me to do this running crap that I hate so much.
I kiss your mouth
A
I type a reply and delete the words about three times until I'm content enough to send them.
You do things to my heart that I didn't even know possible. I'll see you later. B
Back at my uncle's house, I scan through the pile of unopened envelopes on the nightstand next to my bed. Most of them are unpaid bills and I sigh deeply while I try to decide which of them I'm going to pay first.
I need to move out here, it's too crowded and I really liked to have a bit more privacy. Thinking of privacy, the door is pulled open abruptly and my beautiful blonde cousin rushes in, sinking down on the bed next to mine. Her face looks pale without the usual make-up on and the sweater she's wearing is like ten times too big for her.
"How was school?" I ask her, hoping she won't start crying again now.
"How do you think it was like? I have to spend 9 crappy hours in the presence of a guy I'm going to hate for the rest of my miserable life."
"Oh sweetie, it's not like he's the only guy on earth."
A dry sob escapes her mouth and a moment later she's crying against my shoulder while I stroke up and down her back in small circles to comfort her.
"Emmett is the only one I'm ever going to love. I wished I was dead. My life is over."
"Oh Rosie, please try to calm down. You'll find someone new, someone who will treat you way better."
"But I don't want anyone else! I want Emmett…and he's not even talking to me anymore. Whenever he looks at me accidentally it's like he hates me."
She pulls a package of M & M's out, stuffing an entire hand full of them into her mouth.
"Emmett likes those with peanut's better." She mumbles, licking some chocolate from her carefully manicured fingers.
"Are you going to eat the entire stuff yourself?"
"Mind your own business. You are not my diet coach."
Yeah, I need to move out…as soon as possible. Spending time with my cousin is bad enough when she's not drowning in self-pity. Maybe I should start looking for a roommate? I decide to check the newspaper later when I return and quickly braid my hair before grabbing my jacket.
"Another client?"
Whatever client means…
"No, I'm just going to meet with Alice."
"Well, Belly-Ali surely could need your advices on weight loss."
"Rose, I hate that you always call her that name. It's so rude."
"I can't stand her. Bet it was her influence that Emmett broke up with me, for she can't stand me."
XXXX
My hands are sweating and I quickly wipe them on my jeans before she opens the front door for me. Pulling me inside, her sweet mouth is one mine within seconds and I'm home. My tongue slips between her parted lips and as I gently caress the tip of her tongue with mine, the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten over and over again so very pleasantly.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too. Are we alone?"
She nods her head and I circle my thumb down her cheekbone, feeling how the blood under her skin is racing through her veins.
"I was supposed to show you some Pilates today but I don't really feel like doing sports right now."
She doesn't answer me but instead of that she leans forward, standing up on her toes and plants another kiss on my lips, licking over my bottom lip so tenderly that I feel like fainting from the sensations that spread through my entire body.
"You taste like M & M's. "
"Had to steal some from Rosie to keep her from falling into a diabetic coma,"
We make it up to her room and somehow being alone here with her makes me feel so terribly nervous.
"Are you nervous?"
Is she able to read my thoughts?
"A bit…maybe,"
"Don't have to be. It's just me."
That is exactly the reason why I am so tensed. You are my client…my female client for crying out loud and I'm so not gay. What in heaven's name is wrong with me?
"Have you thought about what I told you last night? How we can't tell anyone about us?"
"I don't mind." she whispers, hugging me from behind. Her lips are soft against my neck as she plants a row of feather-light kisses down my collarbone. I'm not used to being caressed like this and it makes me feel so cherished.
I remember how Jake always used to complain that I'm too prudish and for the first time in a long time, I'm starting to think that maybe the problem hasn't been him but me. Maybe he was just wrong for me. When we started dating I was just seventeen and who knows what's right or wrong at seventeen? I wonder if Alice is going to think about us like that in a few years and the thought leaves a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. I don't want her to regret this…
"Bella?"
"Yes, Alice?" God, even my voice sounds nervous, how embarrassing.
"Do you really like me?"
"I would not be here right now, if I didn't. Can I have another kiss?"
She smiles at me and as she pushes me back against the pillows, holding my hands up above my head, I melt from the inside out. Kissing her is so light and tender. I suckle her upper lip into my mouth and nibble it playfully.
"And I'm not too fat for you?" she asks me worriedly, sitting up straight in the bed. Her dark curls fall down her shoulders and her mouth is such a deliciously red color from the kisses that I have to press my mouth against hers once again before I answer her.
"I'm honestly more concerned about you being a girl than about your weight. That doesn't matter to me."
"That sounds weird from someone like you." she stats, taking my hand in hers to draw little hearts all over my palm with her fingertip. "Especially since my Dad is paying your for getting me thin."
"He's going to pay me whether you'll lose the weight or not. It's your choice if you want to keep going with the diet or not."
"I want to."
"Fine, then I will continue training you."
"Do we have to run?"
"We could go swimming instead of that, if you preferred that."
"I'd rather die than let other people see me in a bathing suit."
She stands up from the bed and frowns, rubbing her back with her flat hand.
"Are you sore?"
"From my extra-training yesterday, I guess. Should have done these stretching crap you have showed me but I was too tired."
I walk to the bathroom at the other side of the hall and wash my hands in the sink before searching the shelves for some massage oil. My fingers are trembling when I grab the small bottle and pull off the lid.
Lavender…
Returning to her room, I close the door behind me and wave shyly with the bottle. Her face blushes into a bright crimson color.
"Just a massage, it's going to help your muscles to relax again."
It is so not going to help me to relax…
She lies down on her bed and when I pull her shirt upwards and touch her bare skin for the first time, the tingling inside of me becomes almost unbearable. I hesitate for a moment before I fumble the clasp of her bra open.
Warming the oil between my hands, I try to keep my breathing calm and steady. Then I start rubbing her tensed shoulders and eventually down her spine, kneading and stretching the muscles carefully. Her skin is so soft, so very soft and when a low moan reaches my ear that noise goes straight to my core.
I haven't slept with anyone since the pitiful ending of my marriage and although I try very hard not to get turned on right now, I can't help but circle my fingers lower and lower, over her hips and up her sides again. I want to touch the sides of her full breasts so badly but I don't dare to, always circling my fingers back before their tips reach the roundness.
"Are you feeling a bit better now?" I whisper, rolling my tongue over the shell of her ear. This small caress makes her shiver under me and I feel so very…powerful somehow.
The loud bang of the door downstairs makes me jump from the bed while Alice pulls down her shirt and tries to comb through the mess of dark curls with her fingertips.
"Is that your Mom?"
"ALICE? Are you up there?"
"That's just my brother, who has hopefully decided to move back home."
The shithead has moved out? Where? Is that the reason why she was so upset yesterday?
Walking down the stairs, I can smell the stale beer and another component that I can't really put a name to when we enter the kitchen. Her brother looks as if he's in need of a shower and I start feeling a bit sorry for him although I don't actually get why he's letting himself go like that.
"Can you cook me something? Jazz doesn't have any food at his place."
"I'm not your slave, Emmett. "
"But you cook way better than I can and I'm hungry."
"You can wait until Mom and Dad come home tonight."
"Don't specifically care for seeing him. Is Mom ok?"
"How do you think she's feeling right now, idiot?" she snarls at him angrily while he throws a can of beer into the trash under the sink.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Are you going to make me something to eat now?"
She sighs deeply and opens the fridge, pulling out some cheese and ham for sandwiches.
"Stop that right now. He's commanding you around and that's totally not acceptable. "
"That's none of your business. What are you, her bodyguard or something?"
"I want you to treat your sister with a bit more respect. No wonder that your relationship with my poor cousin ended. You don't have a fucking clue how to act towards women, do you?"
"I never treated Rosie badly. I love her."
I chuckle bitterly and lean back against the kitchen counter.
"You don't even know what that word means. She's so miserable since you broke up with her. It's like you killed something in her."
"I didn't want to hurt her. I never wanted to hurt her. Alice, you have to tell her I'm sorry, when you see her tomorrow at school, will you?"
"What is she your secretary now as well?"
"It's ok, Bella."
"No, it's not. Someone has to teach him a lesson."
He grins at me like a shark and I point to the empty kitchen table before sitting down on one of the wooden chairs.
"Are you trying to shit me? I'm not going to arm wrestle with a girl."
"Afraid you could lose?" I tease him, granting his puzzled sister behind me a smile.
"If I hurt you, I don't want to hear any complaints. Are we clear about that?"
"Sure, sure…" I mumble, closing my fingers around his prank. He is strong but not very good at concentrating and when he blinks I tighten my grip suddenly and turn his forearm flat on the table in a swift movement.
"Ouch. You tricked me. That doesn't count as a win."
"So, doesn't it?" I ask, standing up from the table. I feel very much like hugging Alice but of course that wouldn't be a very good idea with him in the same room.
And it is then, I realize, I'm falling hard, maybe too hard for the girl standing next to me.