This is a little bit slower than the last chapter, but you get a new PoV at the end!


"Truth makes many appeals, not the least of which is its power to shock." – Jules Renard


Edward

I sat on the hood of my car in total and utter shock. I had just gotten a blow job, a fucking mind blowingly amazing blow job, from Bella Swan, the girl that I was falling for.

Best. Blow. Job. Ever.

Enough said right there.

I mean, when I told her to prove herself to me, I had been expecting something sexual to happen, but not something that intimate. I was thinking of a quick grab of the ball, which would have still made me moan for her.

I shook my head, still in disbelief.

I hadn't actually been mad at Bella. I was expecting a reaction out of her. I wanted to see how far I could push her.

Apparently I had pushed her far enough. I'd be kissing Bella multiple times tomorrow. Things could only end well.

I hadn't ever come that hard, I don't think. And it was only her mouth on my cock! Imagine the levels we'd reach when I pounded into her. It would...astronomical.

But before I could physically be inside her, I needed to get to her emotionally. After she'd sucked me dry, (The thought of her sucking me gets me so hard) and I kissed her, she kissed me back. Her tongue tangled with mine. It was eye-opening for me. I've never kissed a girl after she's given me a blow job ever. But I had to kiss Bella after that.

I could still taste her on my tongue, and that was a taste I could never grow tired of. It was addicting.

But then she got up and pushed me away, and that confused me a bit. Not that I expected her to fall directly into my arms and declare her everlasting love though. I was expecting tears, to be honest. Tears of shame and regret.

But Bella surprised me again. She yelled at me to get out. She'd given me what I wanted and I'd given her what she wanted, and the deal had been sealed with a kiss.

I was turned on by that, and Bella knew it. I was in such shock that I forgot to pull up my pants. She saw my dick twitch with arousal at her demands.

I fucking hoped she'd use that to her advantage. That'd be my most desired fantasy come true.

I could imagine it now: Bella's hair would be pulled back with a pencil again and her sexy glasses would be on her nose. She'd be wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse that could barely hold her perfect tits in. She'd yell at me and tell me to get on my knees.

I wouldn't even be mad to be a sub in this fantasy. I'd gladly let Bella rip my clothes off and have her nip at my skin.

I shivered with pure lust. The straining in my jeans was becoming fucking unbearable. I'd have to jack off in the shower before watching movies with Des.

I could tell that it was going to be a long, dream-filled night.

--

School was hell. My mind was still focussed on Bella, and my body was already aching for her hot mouth on me again.

I went to Biology early, hoping to get a quick chat with Bella before class started. But she didn't show up until the bell rang.

"Hey," she greeted nonchalantly as she set her books down.

"Hey," I greeted, shocked that she was so calm after something so life-changing for me.

I finished my test first, as usual, and Bella wasn't far behind me. I ripped out a piece of loose leaf from my binder. We were going to talk whether it was in person or through a note.

Can we talk? I scribbled down.

I pushed the paper in front of her with my pen on top.

She looked down at it and then picked up the pen, writing, Now?

She looked at me and I nodded.

About yesterday or what?

I pulled the paper and wrote my reply.

Of course about yesterday! Where does this leave us?

Bella giggled quietly and then shrugged with an amused smile.

You're okay with being so close? I wrote.

She dragged the paper to herself, wrote something, and shoved it back.

I told you that I couldn't go back to being polite, Edward. So, we're friends with benefits maybe? I don't know. But it has to be a secret. P.S. Burn this after school!

I don't like the idea of friends with benefits, I replied.

I couldn't only have Bella's body. I wanted it all to be mine. I wanted to have my own special smile for her and I wanted to catch her hand in mine while we walked to Biology together. I couldn't just have benefits.

Why?

How could I reply to that without expressing myself completely? I wasn't ready for that big of a leap, that's for sure.

So I made up a plausible lie.

We have to be together for hours every day. What if things get fucked up the day before the play? Then we're screwed, I answered strategically.

Bella nodded. Yeah. So just friends then?

On day at a time, I wrote. Let's just see where it ends up.

Bella nodded with a smile. I held up my pinky and she locked hers in.

It's a deal sealed with a pinky swear, I quickly jotted.

Bella smiled and turned back to the front of the room.

Friends was something I could work with for now. I'd have a great chance to get to know Bella as a person, and I probably could grab a feel of any body part I wanted. Maybe some light make out sessions would be in order, too.

Okay, okay, let's not get too out of hand. Next on the list would probably be buy a house and dog together.

No, this would definitely require a great deal of self-control and patience, both of which are lacking in my personality.

Well, better late than never to work on patience and self-control, right?

The bell rang and Bella and I went our separate ways. But, she was leaning against my car when I got out of the school.

I grinned and jogged over to her.

"The truck's still being fixed," she explained.

I shrugged. "That's fine with me. Get in."

She slid into the passenger's seat and I got into the driver's side. Bella was putting on her seatbelt and I noticed a lot of people staring at us and whispering amongst each other. I rolled my eyes and backed out of my parking spot, leaving the schoolyard.

That's what sucks about my attraction for Bella. No one besides my mom and Des would approve of it. Jasper might now 'cause he's with Alice, but that's it. Everyone else expected us to hate each other.

"So, how'd the test go?" I asked, glancing at Bella.

"Pretty good, I think," she answered. "I knew everything that he was asking, but I'm not sure if my answer for number five was completely right."

"But still good?" I asked with a smile. Bella tended to overanalyze Biology.

"Yeah," she replied slowly.

"So, which scenes are we practicing today," I asked, not wanting an awkward silence to descend upon us.

"Well, we didn't really get to finish the scene we did in the tryout, so we'll start there." Bella paused, thinking. "And I think we should do the scene after Romeo and Juliet consummate their marriage because chances are Ms. Wallace won't practice that innuendo until later, too. Maybe we should do our death scenes because we both kiss each other before we kill ourselves." Bella sighed. "That's it. Four scenes, and then we can work on our final poetry project."

I groaned. "More poetry? I thought we were done!"

"You really hate English, don't you?" Bella asked.

I nodded vigorously.

Bella laughed quietly. "It's so easy though! Way simpler than stupid Biology."

"No way," I replied with a shake of my head. "Bio's way easier than English. There's none of that abstract shit."

"But abstract subject leave you room to breathe," Bella argued. "There are a million different answers for every question; therefore, you have a better chance of getting it right."

I rolled my eyes as I pulled into the garage. Bella playfully smacked my arm.

"Don't roll your eyes at my reasoning, Edward!" she exclaimed.

I grinned at her. "Sorry, hon."

Bella stared at me pensively.

"Okay, I forgive you," she whispered, still looking into my eyes.

She leaned closer to me and I leaned in to meet her in the middle. Our lips were mere centimetres apart.

"Edwawd!" a little voice called from outside my car.

I groaned and Bella pulled away quickly, her cheeks lighting up with a blush. She grabbed her book bag and got out of the car, rushing into my house.

I slowly got out and got tackled by Des.

"What awe you doin' with Miss Bewwa, Edwawd?" Des asked as she hung around my knees.

"We have practice to do, Des," I replied, pulling her away from my legs. "Why don't you tell Mom to make Miss Bella and I some snacks?"

"'Kay," Des answered with a toothy grin.

She scampered into the house, looking for Mom.

I followed Bella into the house, automatically leading her to my room.

"Leave the door open!" Mom yelled at me while we climbed the stairs.

"Fine!" I answered with a roll of my eyes, although that'd probably be a good idea this time.

Bella set her book bag down on my black leather couch and sat down beside it, her script already in hand. I grabbed mine off of my nightstand and stood in front of her, flipping through the pages to get to our first scene together.

Bella stood up. "Ready?"

I nodded, holding my book open at my side. I already had most of my shorter lines memorized.

I took a step towards her, getting intimate.

"'If I profane with my unworthiest hand/ This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:/ My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand/ To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss,'" I murmured, looking into Bella's warm brown eyes.

Bella held her head high when she replied with, "'Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,/ Which mannerly devotion shows this;/ For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,/ And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.'"

I brushed a finger down Bella's bare arm. "'Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?'"

Bella looked at me with a gentle smile. "'Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.'"

"'O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;/ They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair,'" I uttered excitedly with a smile.

"'Saints do not move, though grant prayer's sake,'" Bella replied with a coy smile.

I moved closer to her when I quoted, "'Then move not while my prayer's effect I take./ This from my lips, by thine, my sin purg'd.'"

I moved my lips to her and kissed her softly, following the script rather than my own impulses. I pulled away much too soon for my own liking.

Bella gasped slightly before saying her line. "'Then have my lips the sin that they have took.'"

"'Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again.'"

I moved my lips to hers again, letting my own motives take over this time. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and ran my tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She granted me access to her delicious, hot mouth, her tongue moving with mine. Bella's hands were caught between our chest, so she grasped at my light blue button-down tightly, her fingernails biting into my skin slightly.

I dragged my tongue over hers once more before pulling my mouth away, kissing her chastely once more, and gasping for air with my forehead pressed to hers. Her hands constricted and released over my shirt, her fingernails lightly grazing my skin.

"Shall we move on?" she asked breathlessly.

I couldn't help but to smile at her. "Might as well."

She pulled away from me and began flipping through the pages of her script. I flipped to Act Three, Scene five, where Juliet says goodbye to Romeo after they make love to each other for the first and last time.

"'Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day./ It was the nightingale, and not the lark,/ That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;/ Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate-tree./ Believe me, love, it was the nightingale,'" Bella pleaded while she held my free hand.

"'It was the lark, the herald of the mourn,/ No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks/ Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east./ Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day/ Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops./ I must be gone and live, or stay and die,'" I murmured, squeezing Bella's hand in my own.

"'Yond light is not day-light, I know it, I;/ It is some meteor that the sun exhales/ To be to thee this night a torch-bearer/ And light thee on thy way to Mantua;/ Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone,'" Bella begged, putting so much emotion into it that I felt guilty, even though it was only a play.

"Desperate are we?" I whispered with a smirk before saying my line. "'Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;/ I am content, so thou wilt have it so./ I'll say yon grey is not morning's eye,/ 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;/ Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat/ The vaulty heaven so high above our heads./ I have more care to stay than will to go./ Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so./ How is't, my soul? Let's talk; it is not day.'"

Bella was smiling with an eyebrow raised when she continued. "'It is, it is! Hie hence, be gone away!/ It is the lark that sings so out of tune,/ Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps./ Some say the lark makes sweet division;/ This doth not so, for she divideth us./ Some say the lark and the loathed toad change eyes;/ O, now I would they had chang'd voices too,/ Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,/ Hurting thee hence with hunt's – up to the day./ O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.'"

"'More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!'" I replied. How true that was for Bella and I. If we were ever to go out in public like this, we would end up miserable, and that sucked a lot.

Bella skipped over the lines she had with Rosalie and uttered, "'Then, window, let day in, and let life out.'"

"'Farewell, farewell! One kiss and I'll descend,'" I murmured, pressing my lips to hers once again.

Kissing Bella was way better than having sex with any other girl I've been with. She knew how to work that little mouth of her quite well.

This time Bella pulled her mouth away from mine, but still remained in my arms while she continued with her lines.

"'Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay, husband, friend!/ I must hear from thee every day in the house,/ For in a minute there are many days,/ O, by this count I shall be much in years/ Ere I again behold my Romeo!'"

"Do you really want to keep doing this?" I murmured, my arms still snaked around her waist.

Bella smiled as she shook her head. "No, I don't. But I think you should do at least the last bit of your soliloquy before you kiss me and die."

"How about we skip the part where I die?" I asked quietly with a smile.

"We'll see," Bella whispered.


"Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence." – Oscar Wilde


Desirae

Mama and I made Miss Bewwa and Edwawd some nachos and cheese fow a snack. I know Edwawd woves nachos and cheese, and since Miss Bewwa and Edwawd awe my two favouwite peopwe in the wowld, I fink they'ww boff wike nachos and cheese.

"Here, Des, you take them their snack," Mama told me, handing me the pwate of nachos.

"'Kay, Mama," I answewd befowe goin' upstaiws.

I skipped up the staiws, twying not to wand on any wines in the wood. I finawwy made it to the top wiffout dwopping any nachos or steppin' on any cwacks.

I hummed my favouwite song that me and Mama awways sing while I wawked to Edwawd's doow. I nevew knocked befowe, so I just wawked wight in, wike I awways do.

I saw Edwawd on the bed, kissin' Miss Bewwa on hew lips fow a weawwy wong time. Miss Bewwa's hand kept fwuttewwing awong wike buttewfwies that awe wost in the fwowews.

Edwawd puwwed his wips away from Miss Bewwa's and then he said, "Do you wanna do your death scene now, Bella?"

Miss Bewwa got up and wooked wight at me. "Oh, Des! What – what are you doing up here?"

I wan ovew to Edwawd's bed and cwimbed on wight beside Miss Bewwa. "Mama and I made nachos fow us to eat."

Miss Bewwa's cheeks wewe awfuwwy wed when she wooked at Edwawd.

"Thanks, Des," Edwawd said to me with a smiwe.

We ate the nachos and tawked about pway scoo on Fuwsday. Edwawd told Miss Bewwa that he was comin' to hewp that day and Miss Bewwa seemed happy 'bout that. I fink she wikes my bwothew a wot. Pwobabwy mowe than Wose.

When we finished, I got off Edwawd's bed and took the pwate wiff me.

"Thanks, Des!" Miss Bewwa cawwed whiwe I was walkin' away.

"You'we wewcome, Miss Bewwa!" I answewed befowe going back downstaiws.

I set the pwate on the countew fow Mama to wash.

"Did they like the nachos?" Mama asked.

I nodded. "Mama, I fink Miss Bewwa and Edwawd wike each othew."

Mama smiled. "I think so too, Des."

"Mama, if you kiss a boy does that mean you gotta get mawwied to him? 'Cause then Miss Bewwa and Edwawd gotta get mawwied. They wewe kissin' fow a weawwy wong time befowe I gave them theiw nachos," I infowmed hew.

Mama waughed weally woudwy and then sighed. "I hope so, Desirae."

"Me too."


Des makes me laugh. And, P.S., her R's and L's are pronounced like W's. Just FYI.

Uhm. I don't have a lot to say about this chapter, so I'll just tell you this: I got dirrrrrrty for cancer on Saturday. In my town, we have three 20-something boys that live together, and put on burnouts and mud bogs (Google 'em. I don't wanna explain.) for money, and then send the money to a charity. This year it was cancer! So, I got reallllly muddy. Like, head to toe COVERED in mud. If you wanna see a picture, check out my dA profile: www(dot)ladyinblue6(dot)deviantart(dot)com. You can laugh and everything!

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