n_n Oh you make me feel loved! :D I got like.. 13 reviews. My one that was great was about someone almost having a heart attack because I updated ! n_n Am I really that bad? T.T I apologize. And PanicSuiteHeart, I appreicate the marshmallow, the Kirby, and the Liger. xD You made me smile. :D And the whole, "It was good. THE END." thing. :)
Oh crap. I forgot to put up the dresses. XD Silly me. I'll do that in a few. ;D
And Twilightfreak37, please don't kill me. o.o You'll have my fiancé to answer to. n.n
ANYHOW. Enough effing dedications, and more with the .. ..Is my neighbor actually getting grocries out of her car at 4:37 am in the rain? Really? .. Oopsie.
Oh.. and sorry if all of a sudden Bella seems more.. "AKJHSLKJASH" if that helps. xD If she seems more like me. But she's pretty much forgotten about Edward.. But that shall all change soon. -evil laugh- O.O That never happened. o.0
STORY TIME!
Chapter.. .. .. 14, is it? I already forgot. AH OMG THUNDER. O.O
(I apologize. I am very spacy at the moment.)
Carlisle and I stayed at the mall until well after Charlie would be home, for some odd, unknown reason. We had fun. I really enjoyed the part when I dragged him into HotTopic while trying to find a tanktop, and watching the look on his face go from "Wow." to "Oh my God" to "Scared" in less than a minute, regarding the music, which happened to be "Before I Forget" by Slipknot. Kinda scary for someone like Carlisle, I'd bet.
When we finally crashed through the front door, laughing, around 10:35 PM, Charlie jumped and nearly fell off the couch. "HOLY SH-Cow. You scared me, Bells." He looked at the dress bag Carlisle was carrying, and the box for the necklace I was carrying. Oh yes. Heavy duty labor for me. "What'd you buy?"
"A wedding dress," I said casually. Charlie blanched. Carlisle stuttered.
"Ba.. wha.. whu?"
"I'm kidding. So gullible. No, Dad. I bought.. well.. he bought me a prom dress," I told him, trying to make the color of his face go back to normal, and for Carlisle to stop looking like someone just set him on fire.
"..Can I see it?" he asked, his face no longer plum. Or puce. Or whatever the hell it was.
"No. You can't see it until Saturday. So.. you have to wait for forty-eight ours. You think you can handle that?"
He huffed. "Maybe."
Carlisle laughed. "You two are amusing."
"Why thank you," I said, bowing, and then losing my balance and landing on the couch with my feet up in the air. "I fail miserably at life."
And of course, instead of helping me, they just laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more.
"HELP ME GODDAMNIT!"
And then they help me. Of course.
After dusting myself off, I grabbed Carlisle's hand. "Bed time," I said, dragging him. Charlie watched us go on up, a suspicious look in his eyes. I took a few steps backwards - carefully, of course - and said, "And Charlie, if we have sex, you'll be the first to know. The walls are thin. Do not come up here unless you're going to bed, or I'll kill you." I walked back up, laughing silently at his shocked face.
When I opened my bedroom door, Carlisle was "ROFLMAO" all over the place.
"Do you want me to leave you alone so you can rape the floor on your own, or do you enjoy having me watch you?" I asked, ready to go into the bathroom if needed.
He stopped laughing. "It's not rape if it's willing, you know."
"Who said my floor was willing? It's probably had better times than that," I pointed out.
"Like what? Feet standing on it?"
".."
Carlisle smirked.
"Psh." And just to make him shut up, I took off my top shirt and my jeans, and flopped onto the bed, and crossed my legs up in the air behind me. "You were saying?"
"Damn," he whispered. He'd become fond of that word.
"Haha. Once again, you like?" Having confidence was fun, especially when it comes to men.
"..Maybe," he said, getting off the floor. He propped his chin on the bed, and his nose touched mine. "What's it to ya if I do?" My lingo was rubbing off on Mr. British.
"Well.. hey, it's my ass, so maybe it's somethin' to me if you do," I whispered, looking from his eyes to his lips.
"Such language."
"Bite me," I said back.
"..That can be arranged..," he said, smirking.
"Orly?" I said quickly, so it came out as one word.
"Orly is right," Carlisle said back, mimicking me.
"Shut up and kiss me."
"Can, and will, do."
He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, and I immediately reacted; shoving my fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. You know, he's been here since March.. and it's May.. and yet no french kisses yet? What the hell? Ah, then again, there is that teensy little problem with the venom-coated teeth and all..
Carlisle pulled away from the kiss so I could breathe, and so I didn't pass out.
I grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and pulled, which signified to him that I wanted him in bed. (Oh, that sounds dirty. Get your mind out of the gutters! ..Even if I'm the one who suggested.. HEY LOOK! TACOS! What?-runsaway-)
When Carlisle was fully on my bed, I straddled his waist.
"Uh.. Bella.."
My lights were now off, and it was dark, but I could still see his eyes. Smoldering, once again.
"Yes..?" I asked innocently, as if I weren't sitting on top of him in only boyshorts and a tanktop.
"What are you doing?"
"Just sitting here.. Doing nothing.."
"I mean.. why are you straddling my waist while only wearing two pieces of clothing..?"
"..Because.. I can..?"
"What if you can't?"
"Then oh crap, I just broke the law."
"Oh, haha, very funny." Carlisle smirked.
I leaned down so that I was resting forward on my elbows; my chin almost touching his. "Got a problem?" I asked quietly.
He got quiet. "Tech..nically.." I giggled. I caught his drift. (Yeah, it's not the normal Carlisle. But you know, even 363 year old vampires have a little bit of a naughty side. ;) )
"Well," I said, pressing a kiss to his jaw, "we can.. you know.." (And Bella has one too. IT'S CALLED SEXUAL REPRESSION! OKAY? OKAY.) "fix that," I whispered, punctuating each word with another kiss to somewhere on his neck or collarbone.
"But you have thin walls," he murmured, trying to speak coherently. Haha. How does it feel to be on the other side of the "I-can't-talk-my-mouth-is-disconnected-from-my-brain" thing? Not so fun. But.. then again.. for you.. right now.. it is. Unfair. I demand a recount! Wait. There was no count. I'm shutting up now. (Head rambling..) "You even said so yourself."
"Trueeee.." I trailed off, leaving a trail of kisses up his jawline and to his ear. I was completely caught off guard, and let out a squeal when he flipped us over and straddled me.
"So," Carlisle said, torturing me in the exact same way I had tortured him. "What about taking fixing that problem?"
"Uh...." I couldn't think. Mind going foggy. Mouth disconnecting from brain. Pleasure sensory overload.
"That's what I thought."
A few minutes later, Carlisle and I were sitting against the headboard.
"You know, I have this insanely devious plan to make my dad just absolutely and totally freak out," I said, resting my head on his shoulder.
"And that would be..?"
"It would be this." I smirked.
BADADADA! Another chapter, HUZZAH! No one gets to kill me . :D ...........Yet. XD Six reviews please before I start the next chapter? :) The next chapter is just gonna be like.. a little filler.. Try and keep the big.. "SHEBAZZLEBAM" from you for a while. :)
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