A/N: Anyone else watching the Wimbledon final? :D
COME ON ANDY MURRAY!
Edward:
When I wake up, I realise this is the first time I've woken up with Isabella in my arms. She looks adorable sleeping, her mouth slightly open as she occasionally speaks.
My mind drifts back to last night, and how hard I made her orgasm. She could barely function after it, falling asleep immediately.
I kiss her hair softly, not wanting to wake her just yet. She looks too peaceful.
Plus, it's still fairly early, as I have practise today. I really wish I could spend more time with her, but now I have her number and address I don't have to worry about losing her again.
"Mornin'," Isabella mumbles, still looking half asleep, her hair all messy.
She looks adorable.
"Morning," I reply, grinning as I lean down to kiss her.
"I ache," Isabella mumbles, stretching slightly. She's clearly forgotten about taking off the t-shirt, as she lets the cover fall from around her chest, flashing me her tits. I lick my lips. "Pervert," she mumbles, sadly covering herself up.
"You want me to flash you to make things even?" I offer, smirking.
"No, my pussy aches too much for more sex. Maybe in a few days." I can't help the triumphant grin that breaks out over my face. "You're such a typical man," she huffs, rolling her eyes.
"Fine. You want me to kiss your pussy better?" Her eyes darken slightly, before she shakes her head.
"I'm serious! It really aches down there!" Isabella says, trying to sound serious. I can't help but laugh.
"Would you like me to go slower next time?" I say, though I have no intention of going any slower with her.
"No, just give me some time to recover," she mumbles, snuggling up to me.
She still looks half asleep.
I kiss her again, but then we both jump when there's a knock at the door. Her wide eyes meet mine, before I realise who it probably it.
"Uh, could you answer that?" I ask hopefully.
"What? No! I'm telling you, I can't walk properly. Plus, I don't even live here!" I wish she did.
Though, I have to agree with her reasoning.
Doesn't mean I'm not going to fight my cause, though.
"I think it's my mother! I can't answer the door to my mother when I'm hard!" I protest.
Isabella laughs at me.
"Tough luck," she sniggers, pushing me out of bed. When I stand up, she sees my problem.
Just as she's about to say something there's another knock at the door, so I grab a large hoodie and put it on, before running downstairs.
I also think of the most unattractive things I can think of.
Emmett naked. My grandma naked. Ew!
That works!
When I open the door, it is Mum in the other side. And she looks pissed.
"What took you so long?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
"I was in bed," I say, and then, for some reason unknown to me, I gesture upstairs. Mum just nods, looking at me like I'm crazy.
I think I am.
"So, look what I saw today…" Mum trails off, handing me a magazine.
On the front there's another picture of Isabella and I, only this time we're arguing. Fucking paparazzi, getting me in trouble with my mother.
At least this time when she shouts at me, we aren't in a public place.
"She looks awfully similar to that other girl. Isabella," Mum looks pointedly at me, and I find myself cowering under her gaze.
"It's not what it looks like!" I blurt out.
"Isn't that what you said about the other picture?"
Ah, touché, mother.
"It's different this time. Her surname is Swan!" I shout, triumphant. Mum once again looks at me like I'm crazy.
"Is that why you didn't come out to dinner? Because you were with her?" Mum asks me.
"Um, maybe…" I trail off, until she looks pissed again. "It's not like that, either! Well, it kind of is…" Shit, shit, retract statement, edit undo! Ah, shit, that stuff doesn't work in real life. "She's my girlfriend now, ok? We talked…well, we argued a bit, but then we spoke, and she said how she'd moved to New York, and stuff, and…yeah…" I ramble, watching in relief as Mum's expression softens.
Though, only slightly.
"Is she still here now?" she asks, putting her hand on her hip.
Why are mothers so scary? Or is it just mine?
"Possibly…" I squeak out, feeling like a teenager again.
"Edward Anthony Cullen!" Mum says, raising her voice.
"Yes, ok, she stayed the night! But I made her dinner, Mum; I was attempting to be a gentleman!" I quickly tell her.
I'm 27, yet my mother still scares me.
I feel like rolling my eyes at myself.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Isabella making her way downstairs, in the boxers and t-shirt.
Emmett naked. Grandma naked.
"Hey, I heard voices," Isabella says, walking up next to me.
Thank god, she's come to save me!
I wrap my arm around her, leaning down to kiss her cheek before turning back to Mum. Her eyes are filled with tears.
"Hello, Mrs Cullen, I'm Isabella Swan, but everyone calls me Bella. Well, except Edward, but…" Isabella trails off, clearly nervous. I hold her tighter against me.
I have a feeling Mum's going to love Isabella.
"Please, call me Esme, dear. I'm just so happy Edward's finally found someone! You would not believe how moody he has been this past month." Mum noticed that? I thought I hid the fact I missed Isabella well!
Dammit.
"I've been the same. My friends kept shouting at me," Isabella admits, smiling over at Mum.
They like each other!
Internal fist pump!
"Well, Bella, would you like to come out to dinner with us tonight? You can meet my husband, Carlisle, and our daughter Angela, along with her husband Ben," Mum offers.
"I'd love to, thanks for inviting me," Isabella replies politely. I pull her closer and kiss her cheek.
After some more talking, Mum leaves Isabella and I alone. I kiss her once again, though deeper than when Mum was here.
"You're amazing. I don't think I've said that to you enough," I tell her, hugging her tightly.
"Crushing me!" Isabella squeals. I teasingly squeeze her tighter before releasing her.
When I let go of her, she hits my chest a few times.
Um, what?
"What did I do?" I frown, looking down at her.
So fucking short.
"I heard you talking to your mother before. You told her we had sex!" Isabella replies, hitting me some more. I grab her hands to stop her attack.
"You were listening?" I ask, smirking.
"Yeah, act confident now, but as soon as your mother's around you're a scared teenager!" Isabella giggles, looking very happy with herself.
Still holding her hands, I back her into a wall, using my height to my advantage.
"She's not here now though, is she?" I murmur, biting on her earlobe. "You can act confident all you like, but I know you." I feel her shudder against me, so I attempt to hold in my triumphant grin. "I certainly know your body. Incredibly well." She whimpers a little as I press into her more, my hands releasing hers to grab her ass.
"Edward, please," Isabella begs, grabbing onto my shoulders.
With a large smirk on my face, I take a step back. "But, baby, I thought you said your pussy ached? I wouldn't want to cause further injury," I say to her, watching as her expression morphs from lust to confusion to anger.
I'm still smirking.
I mean, what's the worst she can do?
A sickly sweet smile settles on her face as she steps towards me, reaches out and grabs my cock through my sweatpants.
"Fuck," I hiss out as she squeezes it, making me nice and hard.
Almost as sudden as she touched me she's gone, leaving me hard and standing alone.
Ok, that's the worst she can do.
Fuck.
*******DEUCE*******
Arriving at practise, I see an overly happy Emmett.
Well, this can't be good.
"So…that's Isabella. She's pretty hot," he comments, a wide grin on his face.
"Stay the fuck away from her," I growl at him, giving him a shove as I walk past him. "She's mine," I add.
To my surprise, Emmett's laughs out loud. "Dude! You are so whipped!" he sniggers, shoving me back. "Anyway, last I heard she was just your fuck buddy. What's up with you guys?" Emmett asks as we head out to the practise court.
"She's my girlfriend now. I asked her out at my place," I tell him, grinning.
"Really? You still wanted her even after she walked out on you?"
I throw a tennis ball at Emmett's head before I reply to his comment.
"She left because she didn't want to get too attached to me. She thought I just wanted sex," I inform him, taking out my racket.
We probably won't start practise until Emmett hears everything about last night, though. I swear; he enjoys gossip more than girls do.
"I knew you couldn't just have sex! It always means more to you!" Emmett booms, triumphant. "So, how'd things with your mother go?"
"It went…Wait, how do you know my mother came round this morning?" At my questioning Emmett realises his mistake, already holding his hands in front of his face in defence. "Did you tell her? About the magazine?" I demand, preparing a tennis ball to throw.
"Maybe…" he trails off.
I take a moment to aim, and then throw the tennis ball. While Emmett was protecting his face, he forgot about his crotch, which is exactly where the ball hits his balls.
"Ow! Fuck!" Emmett hisses, doubling over.
I snigger.
"Oh, god! My balls!" Emmett groans, rolling around on the floor.
I leave him be, still a little pissed at him, and then continue practise alone. I hit balls at the court, working on my aim and my ace. I also need to work on my backhand, but I need Emmett for that.
It's thirty minutes before he's on his feet again, and giving me the death glare. I just smile at him in response.
"I'm so telling your mum," he frowns at me, picking up a racket. Emmett would have been a tennis star, like myself, were it not for his knees. Playing tennis for a long amount of time gives him knee problems, so he could never finish a match. He seems to love training players, though.
Well, maybe not right now.
"And? I'll just say my aim was off," I smirk, hitting a tennis ball at him.
We continue practise, with Emmett clearly still pissed at me, saying I've made him out of action for at least a week. He also goes to the bathroom and informs me there's swelling.
While it's a disgusting image, it still makes me laugh.
"Oh, by the way, I gave one of Isabella's friends your number," I tell him. I figure that now, since he can't have sex for at least a week, is the perfect time for them to meet.
I don't want him to fuck her then leave her, as it could put a strain on my relationship with Isabella.
"She hot?" Emmett asks as we walk out to his car.
"How would I know? I've never met the woman!" I reply, putting my stuff in the back before getting in the passenger seat.
Emmett nods, looking deep in thought, before shrugging.
*******DEUCE*******
Emmett decided to join us for dinner tonight, so Isabella, me and him are currently driving to the restaurant Mum suggested.
Isabella's sat in the back, but I keep turning around to reassure her. Emmett also decided to tell her about the ball on ball incident, which just made her laugh for about five minutes. It made Emmett scowl at the both of us, though.
"You look beautiful," I assure Isabella as we walk into the restaurant.
She's wearing this dark blue, knee length dress, which showcases her curves. It's teasing me, because I have a match tomorrow, which means no sex tonight.
I'm not sure how long I'll last before I combust.
"Won't there be photographers? We've already been photographed twice, it won't be long before people find out my name," Isabella worries, clutching onto my hand.
"I want everyone to know you're mine. That I'm no longer single," I tell her, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
She blushes furiously, ducking her head.
"I should probably call my parents. You know, before the press tell them," Isabella jokes, leaning into me.
We walk through the restaurant and to the table where the rest of my family is sat, and start making introductions.
"Isabella, this is my father, Carlisle, my mother – whom you've already met – my sister Angela and her husband Ben. Everyone, this is Isabella, my girlfriend," I announce happily as we take our seats.
I look over to Angela, who's grinning so widely and looking so proud of me.
"Hi," Isabella mumbles. I turn to look at her, finding it strange that she's so shy all of a sudden. Most of the time when I'm with her, she's so confident.
"I've heard so much about you!" Angela gushes, sending me a quick look.
"Yeah, same, sorta. And you can call me Bella. Edward just…yeah," Isabella mutters, glancing at me.
What can I say, I love calling her Isabella.
"Ok, Bella," Angela says, smiling.
Everyone begins making small talk amongst themselves, so I sit back and just listen. My arm rests on the back of Isabella's chair, the need to always be touching her overpowering.
I never thought this would happen. I never thought I'd find Isabella again and be able to introduce her to my parents.
Who, by the way, seem to love her.
"So, what do you do, Bella?" Dad asks her.
"I'm currently in the process of setting up an editorial company with my two best friends, Rose and Alice," Isabella explains.
"Wow, that's certainly impressive," Dad says.
"Yep, my girl's clever," I grin, kissing her cheek.
"I've never seen you so smitten, Edward!" Dad chuckles, a smile fixed on his face.
I smile, thinking back to our conversation from the previous night. I honestly thought she'd be more freaked when I told her about my multiple failed relationships. Truthfully, I don't think I ever really tried with past relationships.
For Isabella, though, I'm going to try my hardest.
The rest of dinner goes remarkably well, my family clearly loving Isabella. Which is important to me, and she seems to like them too.
When we leave, I ask if Isabella wants to spend the night again. I know we can't do anything, but I just want to be able to hold her in my arms again.
It was a pretty amazing way to wake up.
"I thought you had a match tomorrow?" Isabella asks, snuggling into my side while Emmett drives us back to my place.
"I do, but I kinda like sleeping with you in my arms," I admit quietly.
"Ok, then," Isabella beams up at me, before reaching in her bag to text her friends, presumably.
Emmett drops us off at my place, reminding me once again about my match tomorrow. "It's an important match; it's the semi-finals, so no fucking. You got that?" Emmett asks.
"Maybe next practise a tennis ball will find its way to your crotch again," I warn, guiding Isabella into my house.
Once we're in the hallway, I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply, wishing I didn't have a match tomorrow.
"We should stop," Isabella says, sadly moving away from me.
"Yeah. Promise me one thing, though?" I ask as we walk towards my bedroom.
How I wish I could say our bedroom.
"Yes?" Isabella says, turning to face me.
"Don't touch yourself from now until tomorrow night," I tell her, watching as her eyes darken. "I'll be waiting for my congratulations," I add, kissing her forehead.
I walk over to the wardrobe and get a t-shirt and boxers for Isabella to wear.
"You haven't won yet," Isabella points out, raising an eyebrow.
"Knowing that I'll get a reward if I win? Yeah, that's a pretty good incentive," I smirk back at her, kissing her cheek before leaving the room to get changed.
If I stay in the room while we get changed, my restraint will completely disappear.
When I return I hurriedly get into bed, pulling Isabella into my arms. She giggles against me, burying her head into my chest.
"I've never felt more content," I admit honestly. I know, for certain, I feel more for this girl than I've felt for any of my other girlfriends. I don't want to tell her this yet, for fear I'll scare her away.
"Neither have I," she replies, pecking my lips before closing her eyes and sighing against my chest.
A/N: Thoughts on the fluffy chapter? :D
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