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I hope you all like chapter 11!
BPOV
I did not want the morning to end. I cannot recall feeling in such a nirvana-like state, not even when I was on morphine from the James attack. I was full of pure rapture. I did not want him to leave. I could sense his slight discomfort, however, hence why I did not protest to him heading out before the girls got in. I would be nervous myself if family members saw us together today. The emotions and desire between Edward and I were palpable. While I know the girls would be picky for details, Alice especially, I could not share them. It was a private moment between Edward and I, and while gossip about one's desires is fine, talking about the actual events made me feel uncomfortable. I could give them a vague summery, but I would not discuss the growl in his voice.
"Good girl Isabella." Master's voice rang through my mind
The thought of that voice made me shiver. I saw Master and Edward as two separate people. Edward was uncomfortable with expressing his inner-self vocally, he preferred to do it through his actions and music. Master, on the other hand, felt confident with his hidden desires. He thrived when displaying them. He longed to perform that scene again. There was no clue when he would be released from the cage in which Edward confined him.
Maybe you can find the key and let him loose. I chuckled wickedly at that image. I knew it was devious of me, but I wanted to chide Master out as much as I possibly could. The scheming ended abruptly, as I heard a knock followed by the opening door.
"So, did it work? It worked, didn't it?" Alice's soprano voice rang out. I blushed.
"Somebody looks happy," Rosalie said when she entered the kitchen. Her grin was vicious. It also had a hint of naughtiness to it.
"Happy, or high?" Alice added. The smile on my face could not fade. I was dancing. My cheeks were starting to ache from the expression. I did not want to indulge them too much, but I could not contain the glee. I started to giggle. Alice began to bounce. Rose arched an eyebrow. She turned to Alice.
"Yes, high indeed. I wonder if she confused her vitamins for the old painkillers."
"Maybe she simply enjoyed her morning. How is that euphoria going for you Bella?" Alice asked me.
"Well, it would be better if it was still in the process of developing. It would be better if I could be in that state forever." I replied, figuring I could gloat a little. My grin turned cheeky, and I met Alice in the eyes.
"Ha! What did you do?" The soprano asked. My grin grew.
"I am not at liberty to disclose," I decided what the verbal limit would be and added, "Master might not be pleased." Alice did not catch on at first, which surprised me. Rose knew the moment the second syllable left my lips.
"You were careful though, right?" Her eyes looked concerned. Her obvious sibling affection towards me still caught me off guard. I nodded. "How is he taking it?" I shrugged.
"He seemed upset at first. He tried to apologize, and then once I told him to shut up and that I felt fine, more than fine, something about him shifted. His eyes seemed to glow. He was visibly happy. Even I rarely see his face express anything, I normally have to settle for his voice sharing how he feels." I replied. I did not want to go any further into the event after sharing this. I did not want any awkwardness to grow. From the comfortable silence, I could guess they knew, but I still wanted to tell them.
"Can we inject a tangent into this conversation? No offense, but I doubt Edward would appreciate all of us chatting about sexual escapades. If he is uncomfortable about this stuff with me, I cannot fathom his reaction to hearing about it from you two." They both nodded, but Alice looked slightly guilty. She raised her hand, abashed.
"What?" I asked.
"I kinda-- told the guys--"
"What?" I screeched.
"Not anything really. I just told them to talk to him a bit. I saw something--" I glared at her. "Not what happened! I saw him freaking out in a week or so and just leaving." My eyes glazed. "Do not worry," Alice continued, "the vision changed. What I saw happening was he walked in on you putting dirty pictures of yourself in his magazine. For some reason, it made him think he debased you too much.
"I did not even tell the males what I saw, I just told them to tell Edward how everyone has some type of fetish, and as Emmett already knows what it is, how he can ease himself into it. Jasper will primarily be there to keep him calm." Alice concluded.
I felt better after Alice explained everything. I just had to take a few deep breaths, and needed that tangent immediately. Sine over cosine. Sine over cosine, I thought.
Luckily, Charlie chose to return for a moment. If he had been any earlier, I would have had a panic attack. Any later, and he probably would have simply been an inconvenience. That was an inconsiderate thought, and I bashed myself for thinking it.
You might not know each other well, but he is still your father. Get over yourself.
He strolled into the kitchen; muttering something about ruining his lunch combined with a quick greeting to the girls. While he loved Alice to the point where I joked he wished she was his biological daughter; he was still awkward around Rosalie. Considering she made almost all men, and some women, awkward, it was not a surprise. Rosalie looked like a twenty-five year old Paris model, not the average eighteen year old college student she had to pretend to be. In spite of her Aphrodite appearance, her primary desire her entire mortal life was to become a mother. The reason she got Carlisle to turn Emmett was because he resembled her friend's son-- the son she longed to have.
Our discussion halted while we watched Charlie rummage through the kitchen. The last thing I cared for him to overhear involved sexual activities. The thought of today's activities made the blush return. Alice snickered.
Charlie glanced our way at the sound. He sighed, gathering it was a laugh soon to be father-in-laws would not want to know the reasoning behind it. The tangent had arrived.
"What are you making Dad?" I asked. It was a simple, static question.
"A spam and egg sandwich," he replied. I made a face. For whatever reason, the face caused Rose to laugh.
"What do you mean 'Ick'? I don't like spam!" She said in a surprisingly accurate British accent. I turned to her, confusion painted across my face. Charlie snorted a laugh.
"What the hell?" I asked of them. Rose's face assumed an expression of mock surprise.
"Chief Swan, did you not educate your daughter on the joys of British sketch comedy?" She asked. Charlie laughed harder, shaking his head. She let out a mock sigh.
"Well, I know what we are doing this weekend. I'm calling Em over with some Monty Python." She turned to Charlie. "Would that be alright Chief Swan?" He was still chuckling. How was it these two Cullen girls could charm men by not just their looks, but by carefully crafted personalities? I could not fathom ever possessing that ability myself.
"Of course Rosalie. And please call me Charlie. You only need to bring out 'Chief Swan' if I am arresting you or one of your brothers." He chuckled again, and exited the house to return to work.
Alice groaned, and turned to Rose.
"You have got to be kidding about the Pythons, yes?" She asked, looking faintly annoyed. What was it about snakes that irritated her?
"Hardly," Rose replied, "Besides, talking to Emmett might be good for her."
"I talk to Emmett enough," I said.
"You talk to him as Em: the loud, overly expressive character he is ninety-eight percent of the time. But have you talked to my Emmett? The one who wears a leather wrist band and likes to be bossed around, and will only speak if I tell him he can?"
I blushed.
"--No," I mumbled.
"Well, between dead parrots and lumberjacks, he will talk with you. And I promise, he will not tease you during discussion itself. Maybe a bit after you feel comfortable about it. Bad boys are punished in the same way bad girls are."
My skin became red from my hairline to my feet. I knew all about being a bad girl, and how much I enjoyed my punishment. The girls looked towards me and laughed. I gather they could only assume what I was recalling. I wanted to see Edward again so badly.
Alice's eyes fogged momentarily. She then broke out into an insidious grin, looked toward me, and winked.
What the hell is going to happen tonight?
Hmm-- what could Alice have possibly seen? Are they going to "go"? Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more.
And once again, if you see any really nasty grammatical errors, let me know and I shall fix 'em.
Enjoy the first full week of spring! (Bet it doesn't feel like spring to the Americans in the Great Plains eh? I saw that system on an MSLP/winds chart the other day. The pressure was down to 980mb. That is a strong front.)