CHAPTER 3- LUXURIA
This is really short because my laptop crashed along with ch3. I have a strong hate of the P-word and I almost can't believe I used it. I don't own.
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I don't know how they managed, but they managed.
Sweet Ass- I mean, Bella, Jane, and Demitri managed to get all of our 'parent' clothes.
First they did Alice's closet, and threw away three-fourths of it. Alice pouted and whined, but she must've realized that the Volturi always got what they wanted. Rosalie refused to back down. The Jane girl looked at her and we were afraid that she'd unleash her pain power on Rosalie, but she didn't. Apparently, she had more than one gift that Aro kept from the vampire world. She made Rosalie move from the entrance of her room. It was funny, but all I could really focus on was Bella.
After she'd finished Alice's closet, she'd looked tired and seemed to not be in the best of moods, and had gone outside for a moment. When she'd come back in, she'd had a bag in her hand. She went into Ali's bathroom and came out wearing the shortest little black cotton shorts I've ever seen and a tight tank top that made her breasts so fucking pretty. I died a little on the inside. Well, I was already dead, but you get my point.
The shorts had Volturiwritten across the ass (her sweet, tight ass) and the tank had the Volturi crest over the heart (aka right boob).
Oh my God, take her against that fucking wall. Now.
No! You mustn't!
(I really wanted to take her against that fucking wall.)
It was much easier to do the rest of our closets because we really didn't care, not even Esme. Alice would've continued pouting if Swe- Bella hadn't promised a shopping trip that weekend, all on her. If there's anything Alice loves more than shopping, it's shopping with someone else's money.
I am now in the kitchen, watching Bella cook something. We'd been confused when she'd asked to use the kitchen, but then she reminded us that she was in fact, half human and that she did, in fact, have human traits.
I'm the only one in the kitchen, and I'm sitting on a stool for the island, watching her make what seems to be chocolate cake from scratch. The ingredients look disgusting to me, and smell like it too, but she seems to like them, thinking about the 'fuckawesome quality'.
She asked me for a radio and I couldn't deny her. (Was I supposed to?)
The opening beats to Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy come on and Bella does this high, girly yell. She turns to me and grins.
"Dance with me?"
I stand and smirk, "But of course."
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of a romantic
Or stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too overdramatic
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse."
Vs. "No one should ever feel like…"
We sing the words with as we dance like dumbasses, twirling and doing the mummy and the Thriller dance and the damn waltz.
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by.
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me.
Her voice is amazing a bit high, and it works fucking perfectly against my low one.
You always fold just
Before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...
Love.
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by.
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress
And we're suddenly back in the 6os in a jive club, and we're swinging and hopping and shaking and just fucking dancing.
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me.
We finish the rest of the song, and the final beats ring out. We're standing so close to each other, and I can feel her warmth and the sparks are fucking flying. And she's panting and looking up at me, rotating between my eyes and my lips. And her pupils are dilated, and her eyes are onyx and there's pure fucking lust in them. And I know that mine are the same because my thoughts match hers and it's fucking perfect and I want her and she wants me and I can have her and her lips are moving closer to mine and mine are lowering to hers and they're so fucking close and—
And we're kissing.
Her lips are against mine ever so softly. They're amazing and plump and fit perfectly against mine, as if Michelangelo carved them just for me. I need her closer, because the touching-but-barely-touching isn't enough anymore. And she must hear my thoughts and feel my frustration because she molds herself against my bodybut it's still not enough.
I need her closer.
I back her up to against a counter and pick up her petite body and place her on top. The kiss gets deeper and rougher and harder and stronger and just fuckingbetter.
She places her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. My hard dick is right against her hot center, and I just can't fucking help but grind into her. I groan and she whimpers and I get even harder knowing that I cause that sexy as fuck sound from her. And I can't help do it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And I'm going harder and faster and it's still not fucking enough.
And she's moaning and panting and grinding her barely-covered pussy right back and fuck me if it doesn't feel like heaven and hell all in one..
"Oh, God, oh… oh… unghh, oh… OH!"
She comes.
And the very fucking brings my own release out.
And I need to bite something (hello? Vampire here) and her neck is so fucking close…
And I bite.
And she screams.
Then comes again, biting me as well, on what would be my pulse point if I was human.
And it's so fucking hot
Until the others ruin it.
"Woo! Eddie finally came from of the opposite sex!"
"I know! They grow up so fast!"
"Shut up! You're embarrassing them!"
"Not Bella. She doesn't get embarrassed. She'd come again if people were watching."
"Hush. Let them be."
"I'm glad that Edward is one step closer to losing his virginity. It's taken too damn long."
"Carlisle!"
"What, sweetheart? It's true! It's every father's dream to know that his son has become a man."
"What I can't fucking believe is that Edward pretty much initiated the dry hump."
"You people don't know Bel enough. She knew what would probably happen when she asked him dance with her. The bitch almost always has an ulterior motive. She gets it from Daddy Dearest."
Bella and I laugh softly and raise our heads from the other's neck.
"That was…"
"Fucking amazing?" she offers, a grin on her face.
"Exactly," I whisper, before leaning down and giving her a quick kiss.
"Go change your pants and I'll put my cake in the oven, m'kay?"
"Yeah," I murmur, reluctantly backing away. When I turn around, she whistles and slaps my ass.
"Bye, Big Poppa!"
I finally humor her.
"I love it when you call me Big Poppa."
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