A/N: Much longer chapter as it's the reunion... :D
Edward:
At the end of the match, I glance over at the crowd and see Isabella smiling widely and applauding me. All of that stops as soon as we lock eyes. I want to go over and talk to her. Ask her why she's in New York, why she's here. Maybe just to make me go crazy.
I try to think of a way I can talk to her without people seeing. Suddenly, an ingenious idea hits me. I grab a pen and the rest of my stuff, then make my way over to the closest crowd members and begin signing autographs.
"We need to talk. Wait for me by the silver Volvo," I instruct, hoping and praying she does what I'm asking.
God, how this girl drives me insane.
After the usual press conferences and my shower in the changing room, I finally race out to the Volvo. It's Emmett's car, but I'm hoping I get there before him, since I'm sure he'll recognise Isabella from the picture of us together. I dread to think what he'd do or say.
Seeing Isabella, leaning so casually against the Volvo, makes me completely forget what I wanted to talk to her about.
However, getting closer to her, I see her eyebrow is cocked and she's clearly pissed with me.
"What do you want?" Isabella asks, crossing her arms and looking hot. Before I can reply, she speaks again. "Do you want me to sign some contract saying I won't tell anyone about the times we fucked? Is that it?" she asks snidely.
What?
I swear I catch a hint of sadness on her face, but I'm too pissed by her words to really notice it.
"Do I need to remind you that you're the one who walked out of the hotel room?" I match her anger with my own, watching as a small frown appears on her face. She's confused?
"What's that got to do with anything?" Isabella asks, right as the frown morphs into a scowl. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you hard again? Did you require my services?"
I'm pretty much stunned into silence.
Does she really think that? Does she really think so low of me?
You did fuck her twice without even asking for her surname or number.
Fuck off, brain.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Emmett questions from behind me.
Oh shit.
"Is that Isabella?" he adds, standing next to me.
"We were just talking," I reply, not finished speaking to Isabella.
"It looked more like shouting. Isn't there somewhere more private you could talk?" Emmett suggests.
"Could you drop us off at my place?" I request, watching as Isabella's face turns to shock.
Emmett reluctantly agrees, so after a little persuasion Isabella gets in the car, and we begin what is undoubtedly the most awkward car journey of my entire life. No one says anything, Isabella still clearly pissed at me, and Emmett clearly wanting all the details of the situation.
I'm just trying to figure out what to say to Isabella.
When we reach my place, I thank Emmett. "Don't fuck this up. I know you like her – a helluva lot – so please, for the benefit of both of us, make her yours. I can't stand you being all emo and hormonal," Emmett warns me quietly.
I turn and lead Isabella into my house, who thankfully didn't seem to notice the exchange between Emmett and myself. For a moment it's peaceful as she takes in the surroundings. My mind wonders off, as usual, and I begin imaging Isabella living with me here.
"I admit the first time was just sex," I begin quietly. As hot as she is when she's angry, I'd rather not start another argument with Isabella.
She turns to face me, looking at me like I'm stupid, as though this was already common knowledge.
"The second time...I didn't intend for it to be just sex." Isabella scoffs at my words, making me angry. Though, it's anger directed at myself. "I'm not saying I didn't plan on having sex with you at all, I just wanted to get to know you better. But that little black dress? Talk about fucking distraction! I figured we'd talk in the morning, until I heard the door slam and you'd left. I tried to catch you in the lift, and then down in the lobby, but I was too late."
I never intended to admit all of this, quite frankly, I think I sound a bit pathetic, but I can't help it. I need Isabella to see how I feel about her.
"I had to leave that morning," Isabella murmurs, looking somewhat defeated. "My friend, Alice, she warned that I'd get too attached. I couldn't stay in bed cuddling up to you! It hurt!" Isabella blurts.
I feel like fist pumping.
Somehow, I hold it in.
"So you didn't leave because I was bad? Or because you didn't want me?" I ask, a little triumphant.
"Bad? No, in no way were you bad," Isabella shakes her head quickly. "And I wanted you too much."
I want to hug her and kiss her and take away all the sadness from her face. She needs to understand that I want her too!
"I understand," I tell her. She looks up at me, her wide eyes filled with disbelief. "This past month and a half I've been obsessing over you. You're all I've thought about. I've thought about all the ways I could try to find you, but when I only know your first name and age, that's pretty fucking impossible," I rush out in explanation.
"Swan. That's my surname." Isabella Swan. That's a pretty name.
I take a step closer to her, unable to resist the pull of her body any longer. Gently, I brush some of her hair behind her ear, not sure if she wants me to kiss her.
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you in New York?" I mutter, curiosity getting the better of me.
"I moved here with my friends. Remember, like I said?" I do remember her dream. I never thought it'd become real so soon. "You probably don't. I said-"
"That you dreamt of opening your own publishing company with your two best friends here in New York," I finish for her, grinning.
I'm pretty fucking ecstatic right now.
"Um, yeah," she mumbles, ducking her head as she blushes. "Talking about my friends, I should probably go back to them. They're probably wondering where I am."
She makes her way towards the door, but I can't let her walk out of my life again. I quickly hold onto her arm, preventing her from leaving.
"Don't go, please," I beg, trailing my hand down her arm until I'm holding her hand.
She looks like she's about to cry.
"I can't lose you again. The last time was bad enough." I offer her a small smile, but this only seems to make things worse.
Isabella shakes her head, eyes full of tears, and tries to pull away from my hand. Since I'm stronger, I pull her towards me, wrapping my arms around her small frame and holding her close to me.
I breathe in deeply, so happy to have her in my arms.
"Please don't," Isabella sobs against me.
"Don't what?" I frown.
What did I do wrong? Did I say something?
I loosen my hold slightly and wipe away her tears, waiting for her reply. She refuses to look at me.
"Don't act all...caring," she says, wiping her own face.
"I'm not acting." I'm still confused.
Isabella looks up at me, confusion filling her features. Yeah, I'm confused too.
"I want you. And not just for sex. I want a relationship with you, you know, like a proper couple," I admit, saying it aloud for the first time.
"You do?" she asks slowly, still not looking at me.
"Yeah. I understand if you don't want that, but...well, I mean, that'd hurt, but I'd respect your decision. Well, I'd attempt to," I ramble on, wondering if the reason she wants to leave is that she doesn't want me.
My chest hurts.
Reaching up, Isabella presses her lips against mine. I wrap my arms around her waist to bring her closer, leaning down so she doesn't have to reach up so much. I run my tongue along her bottom lip, having missed her pouty lips. Her mouth soon opens up for me, my tongue meeting hers.
I break the kiss before I take things too far, both of us breathing heavily. I'm pretty sure there's a fucking massive grin on my face.
"I want you too. For, um, a relationship?" Who knew Isabella could be shy?
"You've turned shy since I last saw you, Isabella," I whisper in her ear, unable to help myself as I suck on her earlobe.
I feel her shiver against me, and I grin as I move my face away from hers.
"After the New York open is finished, I'm taking you out on a proper date," I tell her, kissing her nose.
I'm allowed to be soppy, I haven't seen her - and didn't think I ever would again - in six weeks.
"I'd like that," she grins widely, kissing my cheek.
She begins to grind against me, so I put my hands on her hips to stop her. What I really want is to fuck her, but I'm not sure that's such a good idea. Isabella pouts up at me.
"The other two times we had sex left you with doubt in your mind. I don't want there to be any doubt," I tell her by way of explanation
"There isn't any doubt. I know that we're together now, right?" Isabella asks. I nod in response.
"Yep, you're my girlfriend now." I can't help the cheesy smile.
"So, your girlfriend won't doubt your intentions for having sex with her," Isabella says. "And, your girlfriend wants to properly congratulate you on winning the match," she adds, moving her hips against me. Fuck.
I look down at her and my resolves crumbles. I pick her up, my hands on her fine ass, and tell her to wrap her legs around my waist.
"Your friends aren't actually wondering where you are, are they?" I ask as I begin to walk towards the stairs.
"No. Rose told me to get your trainers number for her, though," Isabella giggles, kissing my neck.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea. He's a serial manwhore," I warn Isabella.
"They'd be perfect then. Rose is always having one night stands," Isabella informs me, giggling some more.
When I reach my bedroom I walk us over to my large bed, placing her down in the middle then straddling her waist. She looks absolutely stunning.
"Before we do this, let's go over the rules," I begin, attempting to act serious. "Rule number one, you stay over the night. Rule number two, you let me make you dinner after we have sex. Rule number three, you eat dinner naked and thank me for it with a blow job. Rule number four, you give me your phone number. Rule number five, you don't leave in the morning without waking me to inform me and giving me a heated kiss."
Isabella laughs loudly at my rules, looking at me like I'm crazy.
"I'm not so sure about rule number three…" Isabella trails off.
"That was my favourite rule!" I declare, winking at her.
"How about just underwear?" Isabella compromises.
"I need to see your underwear to be able to make a decision," I inform her, leaning down to kiss her before moving off her. She gets off the bed and starts by unbuttoning her jeans, pulling them down slowly. Oh, she's wearing lacy underwear! Next she slowly unbuttons her shirt until it's fully open, and then she lets it fall off her shoulders. Her lacy, navy blue bra matches her panties, making my cock strain against my jeans.
She walks towards the end of the bed where I'm sat and straddles my waist, making me gasp out loudly.
"So?" she asks, grinding against me.
"Definitely," I groan, my hands holding tightly onto her hips.
"I do have one thing I want to add to the rule..." Isabella whispers into my ear. I just nod, speechless. "You have to be in your underwear too."
Oh fuck. I'm going to spend all of dinner noticeably hard. At least I get a blow job at the end of it.
"Yes," I tell her.
She reaches for the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it off me, pressing her chest against mine and kissing me deeply. I grind up against her as the kiss becomes desperate, Isabella's moans spurring me on.
"Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you now otherwise I'm gonna come too soon," I warn her. She just nods, climbing off my lap and getting comfortable on the bed.
I stand and undo my jeans, pushing both them and my boxers down. When I face Isabella again, I see her hand lightly tracing over her nipples through her bra.
I straddle her again, reaching behind her to unclasp the bra. Her tits are even more spectacular than I remembered, and I instant wrap my lips around her peaked nipple. She reacts by bucking her hips, pushing herself into my hard cock. Both of us moan at the sensations.
This continues for a while, until I get closer once more. I lean back and pull down Isabella's panties, groaning at the sight of her soaking wet pussy. I run a finger across her slit, the wetness turning me on.
"So fucking wet," I murmur, sucking my finger into my mouth. Isabella squirms beneath me.
"Stop fucking teasing me!" she begs, grasping at the sheets, although she looks like she wants to touch herself. I'm glad she isn't.
"Do you know how many times this past month and a half I've touched myself thinking about this?" Isabella's eyes darken, but she says nothing in response to my words. "I'm savouring it," I wink at her.
I reach down and touch her again, this time pressing against her clit. I tease her some more, her back arching and her moans begging for more. Suddenly, when she's not expecting it, I ram two of my fingers deep inside her, a loud moan of relief being released from her.
"Oh, fuck, Edward!" Isabella moans loudly, arching into my fingers.
I move them quickly in and out of her, my thumb now pressing against her clit. I can feel her tensing around me so I slow my movements. I was true before, I want to savour this.
I continue bringing her close to the edge then slowly down, driving her insane. I have a feeling she won't be complaining when I finally let her orgasm. It's going to be so fucking powerful.
"Edward, please," Isabella begs me, her face flushed from desire. Her chest is, too.
"Please what?" I tease, unable to resist.
"Make me come!" she blurts loudly as she gets closer to the edge.
This time, I plan on letting her orgasm, so I push a third finger inside her tight hole and move them in and out fast and deep, my thumb still on her clit. I hear her gasp out as my fingers rub against her g-spot. She realises I'm going to let her fall over the edge, though a look of worry passes over her face.
I send her a reassuring smile, watching in delight as my fingers fuck her pussy. She clenches so tightly around my fingers, arching further as she squirts from her pussy all over my naked chest. Shivers rock through her body as the last of the liquid comes from her pussy, and I immediately cover her body with mine.
Kissing her gently on the lips, I give her a bit of time to recover as I suck her juices off my fingers.
"Holy shit," Isabella mumbles, glancing up at me with hooded eyes. "You just..." she trails off, waving her hand at her body.
"Made you ejaculate, yes," I nod, proud of myself. I kiss her again for the hell of it.
"Yeah. You killed me," she mumbles.
I chuckle as I lie next to her for a bit, giving her time to recover. I pepper her face with kisses, needing to feel her closeness, so that I know this is real.
Isabella rolls over, lying on my chest. She shuffles her hips down, making me groan loudly when my cock comes into contact with her drenched pussy. I grab her hips roughly, preventing her from teasing me.
She squeals as I pull her down on my hard cock, clenching around me. Oh, fuck. Just as good as I remembered.
No, actually.
Better.
I watch as she sits up, beginning to move up and down on me. I let her set the pace, watching her intently as she fucks me. My hands move to knead her tits, my thumbs only gently brushing over her nipples. Isabella arches into my touch, silently begging for more.
"Touch yourself," I command quietly. She immediately obeys, touching briefly where we're joined before rubbing at her clit. She gasps out, clearly still sensitive from before, so I cover her hand with my own.
This way, she can't move her hand away.
Her eyes find mine, and I begin thrusting up as she sinks down on me. When she begins clenching around me I flip us over, pinning her to the bed. She quickly wraps her legs around my waist, making me start moving again. I move quickly in and out of her, going almost all the way out before slamming fully back inside her.
Loud moans from both of us fill the room, as well as the sound of our skin slapping together. This time when she clenches around me, I look up at her face, wanting to see her face when she comes.
Isabella moans out my name as she comes. I lean down, pressing my chest against hers, and attempt to kiss her. It's more just our tongues mingling together as I thrust into her a few finally times. When I come, Isabella locks her legs around my waist, holding me inside her.
Resting my forehead against hers, I peck her lips before sliding out of her and lying down on the bed. I keep my arm around her, cuddling up to her.
"You wanna know a secret?" Isabella asks, lying on her side so that she's facing me.
"I have the biggest cock of anyone you've ever been with?" I ask, smirking.
"That's no secret," Isabella grins. "What I was going to say is that I love cuddling," she admits, shuffling impossibly closer to me.
"Same," I tell her, kissing her forehead. "But that's a secret you'll take to the grave," I add, warningly. She just laughs at me.
We spend a few more minutes in bed, before we both realise how hungry we are.
"Can I use your shower?" Isabella asks, sitting up.
I nod, telling her that I'll be downstairs making dinner for us.
"That's three times we've had sex now, all without protection," Isabella murmurs as I show her the way to the bathroom.
"I'm clean, don't worry," I tell her, wondering why she's smirking.
"Same, but that's not what I was talking about..." Isabella trails off.
I raise an eyebrow, before it hits me. "Shit...are you...are you pregnant?" I glance down at her stomach, which still looks fairly flat. Though, she'd only be a month and a half along. When do baby bumps start to show?
My inner ramblings are broken when I hear Isabella laughing. I look up and frown, wondering what's so funny.
"Your face!" she gasps out, still laughing. "I'm on the pill...I'm not pregnant!" she clarifies, still laughing.
I glare at her before pushing her up against the bathroom wall, moving so that my face is less than an inch away from hers.
"You think this is funny?" I question.
"Hilarious," she replies defiantly, arching a brow at me.
Instead of saying anything else to her, I crash my lips to hers, kissing her deeply and considering joining her in the shower.
"Go make me dinner," Isabella sniggers, pushing me away. I quickly kiss her one last time before leaving the room, heading back to my bedroom to put on some boxers.
A/N: Thoughts on their reunion? :D
Review please! Oh, and thanks to everyone who has been reviewing!