Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to SM. This is mine.
A/N: An unusual approach, perhaps. But it all means something. Honest it does.
As for what it doesn't mean...
THIS IS NOT A CHEATWARD. Period. I won't say it again.
And now that that's out of the way...
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Chapter Two: Whipped and Worshiped
Edward
"How did you do it, Bella? How did you turn the infamous womanizing playboy that was my brother into the smitten little kitten we have here?"
"Don't tell her," I say, nuzzling Bella's neck as I put the plate of her favorite cream cheese scrambled eggs down on the table in front of her. "She'll use any information you give her to try to drag Emmett down the aisle of no return."
"You mean the one that you ran down to wait for Bella to have mercy on you and meet you at the end of?" Rose asks, calling me out.
Bella laughs and gives my leg a squeeze as I sit down beside her, having heard a thousand times about my enthusiasm on that day while I waited for her to make me the happiest man alive.
"Yes, that one," I say with pride, beaming at my wife. "And I feel no shame about it."
"Obviously. You haven't stopped grinning like an idiot since the day she said yes to your ridiculous proposal."
"You mean epic proposal. And what can I say, sis, I'm a happy man. What did you call me a minute ago? A smitten little kitten?"
"God, Edward, you are truly pussy-whipped... "
I laugh, denying nothing, and pull Bella into my lap, sliding her plate in front of me.
"And I adore that about him," she sighs, running the tip of her tongue along my jaw.
"Ugh, Bella, do you even know where that thing has been?" Rose asks, wrinkling her nose.
"Of course I do. Just before you showed up, this chiseled masterpiece was etching I love you's into the insides of my... " She lets her sentence trail off, a wistful expression on her face, her mind undoubtedly revisiting my morning worship.
"Lucky bitch," Rose scowls, "All I got when I woke up was the sight of Emmett clipping his toenails in the bed next to me."
I chuckle and she flips me off, but her eyes turn serious as she watches me dip the fork into Bella's eggs and put it to her mouth.
"You two have the perfect life. And it's disgusting. And I want one just like it. Why won't Emmett marry me?"
Bella wants no part of this, and quickly closes her mouth around the fork, making it impossible for her to speak, and leaving the asked-a-thousand-times question to me.
But I have no answer for my sister.
At least none that she wants to hear.
Emmett is one of my closest friends, and after four years of being with Rosalie, he's no closer to saying 'I do' than the day they met.
Because Emmett doesn't believe in forever. Doesn't believe in marriage. And doesn't believe that a person could love another so much that they would endure any hell that befalls them and still stay by their side.
He doesn't believe what I believe.
What I know with my beautiful wife tucked against me.
What I know as she rests her head on my shoulder.
What I knew the first time I stood face to face with her and looked into her eyes.
He just doesn't believe...
That one person can be everything to you.
Change who you are.
Show you with a look that you can be more.
Make you want to be more.
Be everything. To them...
Emmett doesn't believe in any of that.
And Rose doesn't wait for the answer she doesn't want to hear as she gets up to leave.
"Well, I want it. I want what you have. And I won't wait forever for him to give it to me. We all have limits to what we will take from a person, and what we'll settle for, no matter how much we love them."
Because she already knew.
And doesn't believe what I believe either.
With my beautiful wife tucked against me.
Where I know she'll always be.
"I love you," she whispers.
"I love you too, Bella. Forever... "
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FBoFW
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"Tell me you don't want to leave me."
Bella looks down at me, her eyes pleading, her hair wet with sweat and plastered to the sides of her face and neck as she moves with desperate abandon above me.
"I don't want to leave you," I breathe, my heart constricting in my chest. "Ever."
"But you will," she says, grabbing my face in her hands and pulling me up to her. "You always do."
"I have to," I breathe again, wrapping my arms around her. "But you know it kills me."
"I do know," she murmurs against my lips, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me deeper inside of her.
"And that I'll come back to you," I murmur against hers, burrowing still deeper as she writhes hard against me.
"Come running back," she declares, her body trembling as she clings to the edge.
"Always," I vow, holding her tighter, as she lets go and clenches around me, her delicate blissful whimpers flowing into my mouth.
Her whimpers that turn to a sexy squeal of delight as I let go of my own edge and spill into her.
Her sexy squeal that makes me laugh as she rests her forehead against mine and stares into my eyes.
My eyes that drink her in as I wait for her words...
"To love me."
And hers that twinkle with knowing as she waits for mine...
"For as long as I breathe."
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FBoFW
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"So, I'll see you Saturday... "
"Of course you will. And after next week, you'll see me every day."
"I know it's selfish, but I love it when the school year comes to an end, and I get my cheerleader back."
"You always have your cheerleader, you just can't always see and hear me."
"I know," I sigh, leaning down for one last kiss.
I lose myself in her for a moment before she shoves me gently out the door. "You have to go."
"Miss me."
"I already do."
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FBoFW
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"Get your game face on, loverboy."
"It'll be in place when it needs to be."
"You're a rare breed, Cullen. Most of us can't wait to get away from the ties that bind. And nag... "
"My wife doesn't nag."
"You're a lucky bastard, that's for sure."
"Truer words have never been spoken, Jazz. I have it all."
"Yeah, well hang on to it. Mack got the final word from the doc on his shoulder, he's done. And that bitch he married took off for greener pastures before he even had time to process the news."
"He's done? You mean for the season, right? We already figured that... "
"No, I mean done. Career over."
"Fuck."
"Yeah... he's a mess."
"And she just took off?"
"She told him she wanted an 'is', not a 'was' or a 'could have been', and packed her designer bags and left."
"What a fucking bitch."
"And you know what? When I told Maria... she laughed, and told me life was cruel. And to keep my ass in shape, because she wouldn't want a 'was' either."
"Well, we already knew your wife was a bitch, Jazz, but Mack... I wouldn't have expected that from Gabby."
"Like I said, Cullen, you're a lucky bastard. The luckiest bastard alive. That wife of yours is a gem."
"Yes she is... "
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FBoFW
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My eyes flit briefly to where Bella sits as I come up to bat.
One more out and we lose.
But she's watching...
She's looking right at me. Beaming at me.
With love.
With pride.
Confident...
In me...
What I can do.
On this field.
And to her...
The two loves of my life...
Together today. In the same place.
Mine.
I own them both.
And it's easy...
Because she gives me all.
And I take it...
Like I'm about to take this game.
End it right here...
She blows me a kiss.
I smash the ball.
Send two runners home.
And myself.
And it feels good.
The second best feeling in the world.
Second best...
And I'll revel in it...
Until I can have the first.
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FBoFW
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"Fuck, baby, that feels so good. Your hands are pure magic."
"My hands aren't the only thing that's magic, Mr. MVP, and when I'm done, I'm going to roll you over and show you how proud I am of you."
Fuck...
As much as I love my wife's heavenly massages...
Her soft, delicate hands that relax me... comfort me... spoil me...
She spoke those words through her mouth.
And my wife's mouth...
Her beautiful laughter fills the air as I buck her off of me and flip myself over. "You're done."
"Am I?" she smirks.
"Yes, you are."
"Well... I did promise to honor and obey... "
"Yes, you did."
"Very well, then. Whatever you say, sweetheart."
She gives me a devilish smile and trails her fingertips down my sides, her eyes appreciative as they travel down my body and settle on my aching-to-be-adored cock.
"So... you said magic... "
"I did."
"Would you like to see a trick?"
"I would."
"Any particular one?"
"I'd like to see you pull a rabbit out of a hat."
She giggles and tucks her fingers into the waistband of my shorts, and with a few magic words, yanks them from me with a grand flourish. "Ta da!"
I clap my hands, her proud, goofy expression making me chuckle. "Very well done, Mrs. Cullen."
"Why, thank you, sir."
"No, thank you. Now, may I make another request?"
"You certainly may."
I nod towards the space between my legs and she quickly positions herself between them, massaging them gently as she looks up at me and waits, hunger in her deep brown eyes.
I take my cock in my hand, slowly stroking it while she watches. I chuckle again as she bites her lip and her eyes move from my movements to my face, a delicious pout forming on her mouth.
"Awww, what's wrong, baby?"
"I thought this was my magic show."
"It is."
"Don't you want to see any more of my tricks?"
"I do. One especially... one that I really, really, really want to see."
"What one is that?" she asks innocently.
I reach up and brush my thumb across her lips, then down her chin and deliberately over her throat, as my other hand strokes just as deliberately down my cock.
"I want to see you make it disappear."
She licks her lips and swallows slowly, knowing I can feel it under my thumb. "Then watch closely," she whispers, "I don't want you to miss anything."
I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, and pull her mouth to mine, kissing her deeply before letting her go. A contented sigh escapes me as I watch her, her hair tickling my skin as she moves slowly down my body, her lips confidently leading the way to fulfill my request.
Watching her, my mind travels back to the first time I asked her to take me in her mouth...
How much she's changed since that night...
She shyly bit her lip and looked down at my cock in my hand like I'd asked her to perform an impossible feat.
She was nervous. Intimidated.
But the want she saw in my eyes as I tilted her chin up, and her desire to please me won the battle over her fear that she couldn't.
She did as I asked, willing, but still nervous, while I watched with fascination as another layer of her innocence fell away for me.
She wanted to make me happy, of this there was no doubt, but my watching her do it unnerved her. She didn't like my eyes on her...
That is, until I told her how beautiful it was...
The sight of her mouth around me.
That was all she needed to hear. And the guidance she asked me to give her. Because she wanted so desperately to be everything to me.
The guidance that I gave her.
The guidance that she took without hesitation. Without inhibition.
And her determination to forget her insecurities about the many women that came before her. Her determination to make me forget...
An easy feat... and one I couldn't take my eyes off of as she adored every inch of me like I'd given her a priceless treasure.
Easy, unlike the feat she performs now... as I watch my cock disappear into her loving mouth.
She can take it all... this woman that is everything to me. She takes it... what I asked her for, and what she never gave up trying to do until she could give it to me.
And what she came to love giving to me...
She loves it...
Worshiping me. Spoiling me. Owning me with her mouth.
God, this woman owns me...
My heart...
My soul...
My body...
They all belong to her.
And my throbbing cock that's buried deep in her throat...
Just where I wanted it...
And where she keeps it, her eyes locked on mine, her hands gripping tight to my legs.
"So fucking beautiful... " I tell her, barely able to utter the words through the mind-numbing pleasure I feel. The pleasure I watch myself feel.
She hums her thanks and the sensation nearly ends me.
But I don't let it...
Because her eyes tell me no. Not yet.
I gave her a priceless treasure...
And she wants to worship it.
And fuck, I'm going to let her...
Her mouth starts to move up and down my length...
Her nails dig into my flesh.
Her thankful moans vibrate off of my cock.
Her lips and tongue truly magic...
Tasting...
Savoring...
Committing me to their memory...
Selfless and greedy all at once.
Pulling me under.
Pulling me in...
Deeper...
Her throat opening for me again and again...
Welcoming.
Possessing.
Owning.
Fuck...
I truly am...
The luckiest bastard alive.
I have it all...
And it's hers.