I'm sorry for posting and taking it down and reposting. I had to fix some errors I didn't catch. I'm really wish I had Microsoft Word.
Disclaimer: I, lionlamb2010, unfortunately and sadly, do not own Twilight or the characters in the books. They belong to Stephenie.
Things I do own- a New Moon glass, a 6 month old chihuahua my dad coincidentally named Bella, who's insane. I'm not kidding, she's crazy. And my very own HP Mini that types out these chapters for you wonderful readers.
A/N: Hey all! Thanks for your reviews. I have taken your ideas in to perspective and will use some of them but you won't know until you read below. :)
On with it!
Song for this chapter: Misery by Maroon 5 (http: / www. youtube . com/ watch?v=6g6g2mvItp4&ob=av2e)
Please note that this chapter is set in a new day :) I don't want you to become confused.
Re-edited 1-12-11
Previously:
"Mmmmmm. I love you," I sighed.
"I love you, too."
I leaned further into him as he kissed the top of my head and tried to think of what I could make him do to gain my trust and my forgiveness back.
This should be fun. Hmmmmm...what should I do?
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EPOV
"I think we should go to couples therapy."
"Say what now?" I jerked my head towards Bella who was seated on her bed, brushing out her hair as I brushed my teeth, mouth full of paste, trying to keep from running down my chin. I spit into the sink and shuffled out of the bathroom, plopping my ass on the chair.
"Therapy, Edward. It's the first thing I want you to do. You said you would do anything and that's what I want from you, we need it and deep down you know it's true."
"But Bella," I whined, "why therapy? I'm not sitting in a fucking room with a shrink just so he or she can tell me what's wrong with our relationship. I already know what's wrong, I don't need to be told."
She got up and walked towards me and gripped my chin between her index finger and thumb, tipping it up to gaze at her and whispered, "You promised me."
"Alright."
"Thank you, hon," she hugged me and skipped over to her closet and picked out her Puma's, among the many pairs of sneakers she had. (A/N: This Bella has a love for shoes. Any kind as long as they aren't death traps.)
"How many pairs of shoes do you own, baby?"
"Enough," she answered from the other side of her bed, tying the laces. "Our appointment is today at two and it's almost noon so you better get dressed. I still have to pay my cell phone bill." She and I both had a Droid Eris and it hadn't failed us since.
" 'K, Bella. I'll be out in few."
I walked back to the bathroom, closed the door and took a shower. I came out fifteen minutes later, dressed in a gray long sleeved shirt and jeans. I mussed my hair a bit, put my socks and Nike's on and walked out of her bedroom and down the hall, seeing Bella waiting by the door for me, her jacket hanging from her arm, with Alice and Jasper sitting on the couch.
Today my girl was wearing a yellow and white striped, v-neck sweater and dark washed, straight legged jeans, meaning they weren't as skin-tight as the ones she normally wore on a daily basis and her bangs were swept back in bobby pins at the top of her head, the rest of her hair falling in dark chocolate curls around her shoulders, ending right under her breasts. I loved how she kept it long and took great care of it. She never died it, never highlighted it, only trimmed it when needed and it was beautiful.
"What, no ass huggers today?" I teased and sidled up to her, playfully touching her forehead with the back of my hand, "Bella, are you feeling alright?"
"Shut it, Cullen." She swatted my hands away and put on her jacket, untucking her hair from beneath the collar and smoothed it out. I smiled at her and led her out of the apartment, waved at my sister and Jazz and followed her after closing the door.
"So what's this therapist's name," I asked as we drove down the street to the cell phone place so she could pay her bill. She pulled out a card from the front of her jeans and glanced at it.
"Um, Dr. Jane Volturi."
"Sounds like a snob."
"Edward," she scolded, "you don't even know her."
"So. Just her name sounds like she has a stick up her ass. Jane Volturi."
"You're a nut, babe," Bella rolled her eyes.
"Just you wait. We get there, wait for her for about 30 minutes, go into her office and she is dressed like a bitchy teacher: hair in a tight bun or it's perfectly coiffed, not a single hair out of place, the appropriate amount of make-up on and she's wearing black or gray pumps. You'll see."
"There are many people who dress like that, Edward, not just therapists and teachers."
"Not just teachers and therapists, my ass," I chuckled as we pulled into the cell phone store's lot. Bella got out and went in, money in hand and I stayed in the car. A few mintues later, she came out and got back in and turned her phone on for the day. "How long have you had that turned off?"
"Just since last night. I was charging it."
"You don't have to power it off to charge it, Bell. It charges either way."
"It's faster if turned off," she snarked playfully.
Whatever floats your boat." I looked back to the road and drove to the shrink's office. I really did not wanna do this but I promised my girl and what my girl wants, she gets.
"Nervous?"
"For the appointment, no. Of what she'll request us to do to help, yes."
"Why?"
"Because, Bella. What if she says we need to spend less time together?"
"I'm sure she won't say tell us that's what'll solve our problems," she told me, reaching to clasp my free hand in hers, squeezing it for reassurance.
"Are you nervous?"
"Not really," she shrugged.
"Well, I guess you're a lot stronger than me." I turned in to the lot and parked the car, shut it off and got out, opened Bella's door and helped her out. I closed the door and laced my fingers with her small ones and slipped in through the plexi-glass doors. The place smelled like a nursing home. There were five stiff looking chairs and a small TV hanging on the wall in the corner and next to it was a little window, which I was guessing was the front desk and walked to it and knocked on the counter, gaining the woman's attention.
"Hello," she batted her eyes at me. I snorted silently so she couldn't hear. Was she seriously trying to flirt with me? In a therapist's office? Wow.
"Yeah, hi.," I looked at her name tag, "Heidi. My girlfriend and I are here to see Dr. Volturi. We have a session at 2."
"Oh," her hopeful look disappeared. "if you'll just be seated over there, I'll tell her you've arrived."
" 'K." I went back to Bella and sat next to her and waited. About ten minutes passed until the secretary told us that she would see us now. We got up and walked through the heavy wood door and down a carpeted hall until we reached an office at the end and shuffled inside. There was a small blond woman with black framed glasses on her face and she was wearing a gray pant-suit and black pumps, sitting in a white leather chair, looking at us. I grinned at Bella, silently telling her "I told you so." She elbowed me in the side and sat on the opposite couch before me.
"Hello, my name is Dr. Jane Volturi. You must be Edward and Bella, correct?" She got up and shook our hands as we nodded. "So. What brings you to me this afternoon?"
"Recently, we've been having...issues in our relationship and I thought it would be best to seek your help to solve it," Bella explained.
"What kind of issues?"
"I...um...I was...unfaithful to her," I spoke up.
"Well," the doctor paused, "that sounds like a pretty serious problem, Edward. Do you have a reason as to why you were unfaithful?"
"Not a plausible one. It started four months ago but only went on for a short time."
"Hmm," she tapped her pen to her chin and turned to Bella. "Bella, did you know about it?"
"Yes."
"And what did you do?"
"I left him and we didn't speak for about a month."
"Did it help?"
"No," she whispered.
"And where are you two at right now?" Jane asked, eyeing me.
"She doesn't trust me or completely forgive me and I ended the affair after she left."
"Do you understand her position?"
"Yeah. She's afraid I'll hurt her again and we came to you for advice."
"Cheating is a big issue, Edward," Jane said, "an issue that's going to take a great deal of time to solve."
"What do you suggest we do, Doctor?" Bella asked.
"Well, that's completely up to you Bella but I would have to recommend you both tell me how you feel right now. We'll start with you, Edward," she looked at me once again.
"I regret ever doing what I did. And I can't give a good reason for it except for that Tanya was a childhood friend. She sought me out and we got to talking and she seemed happy and one night we went out for a drink but I guess I had one too many because all of a sudden, Tanya was pushing herself on me and I didn't...I didn't stop it. I feel worthless and I just want my Bella back fully."
"Mhm, and I take it Tanya is the other woman?" I nodded.
Jane hummed then turned her attention to Bella, "What about you? How do you feel, Bella?"
"I'm angry and heartbroken and I feel like I'm not good enough to hold him to me. I felt betrayed and when I asked him to end it and when he didn't I got sick of it and left him. I currently live with my best friend and her husband, who is also Edward's younger sister."
"So you no longer live together?"
"That's correct," I answered.
"Well, I think it should stay that way for now. How often are you intimate?"Jane asked and wrote something down.
"We're not having sex right now."
"I don't think we're ready for it yet," Bella added.
"That's good," Jane nodded, "Do you touch each other even though you don't have intercourse?"
"Yes," I admitted.
Please don' say it. Please don't say it.
"I suggest you refrain from that until further notice."
Fucking hell! She said it! Why does God hate me?
"For how long?" Bella asked.
"Three to four weeks at the most."
Bella gulped and I nearly cried.
My dick is gonna fall off! Are you fucking kidding me? I can't go a day and not touch her! How the hell am I suppose to go three to four weeks without it?
I gripped her fingers and looked at her.
"Um...ok," I ran my hand through my hair, frustrated. God, I'm going to die!
"What about kissing him? We can still do that can't we?"
"In a few days," Jane replied. Bella looked like she was going to cry as she touched her lips.
"Shit," I groaned and leaned back on the sofa.
"It won't be that hard, Edward." Jane smiled. "You'll survive. Three days at the most."
Something's gonna be hard before this is over. I can tell you that for sure.
"God, this is going to suck," Bella mumbled. "Three days, Edward."
"I know, baby."
"Alright," Jane interrupted, "I will see you back here in January. Thank you for coming." She got up and led us out and gave me her card. We walked to the car and left the place, heading back home to wollow in frustration.
"I can't fucking kiss you for three days, Bella. How the hell are we going to do that if I sleep next to you and can't kiss you goodnight?"
"I'm just as upset, Edward. I didn't know she wouldn't let us kiss. But she never said anything about kissing anywhere else, right?"
"Right."
"So," she smiled, "I can kiss you anywhere but your lips."
"That still sucks the ass out of a coon."
"We have to be strong, babe."
I huffed and turn on the radio and heard the singer say 'misery'. You got that right. I'm gonna be fucking miserable for the next month! And I know, just know that she's gonna torture me. Maybe not intentionally but she will. That's the kind of power she has over me.
Misery
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
So scared of breaking it
But you won't let it bend
I've wrote two hundred letters
I won't ever send
Sometimes these cuts so much
Deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up
I'd rather let them bleed
So let me be
And I'll set you free
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
Gonna get you back
Your salty skin and how
It mixes in with mine
The way it feels to be
Completely intertwined
It's not that I didn't care
It's that I didn't know
It's not what I didn't feel,
It's what I didn't show
So let me be
And I'll set you free
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
Gonna get you back
Say your faith is shaken
You may be mistaken
You keep me wide awake and
Waiting for the sun
I'm desperate and confused
So far away from you
I'm getting here
Don't care where I have to go
Why do you do what you do to me, yeah
Why won't you answer me, answer me yeah
Why do you do what you do to me yeah
Why won't you answer me, answer me yeah
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
Gonna get you back
"God, we're so screwed, Edward," Bella whimpered into her lap as the song ended. That song was right on the money. It only made me frustrated further. It's gonna kill us both.
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"We can't kiss for three fucking days, guys! How peachy is that?" Bella yelled with fake enthusiasm when we got in the door. Alice and Jasper scrambled to get off of each other and straightened their clothing. "If you two make out in front of me in the next three days, I will rip your lips off, ya got that?"
"What's that now?" Jasper asked, still fixing his appearance.
"That therapist we went to, told us that we aren't allowed to kiss for three days and weren't allowed to dry hump for three to four weeks. We're not even having sex right now and I'm gonna go insane if I go without an orgasm for that long," I grumbled and crossed my arms.
"Are you shitting me?" Alice screeched. "I can't go two hours without physical contact and you two are worse than me. How will you take it?"
"That's the hard part." Bella cried. "We can't!"
"You guys are in a heap of trouble," Jazz chuckled.
"You think this funny?" I threw my hands up, "I'm gonna be humping anything by the end of two weeks. It might even be your vacuum cleaner hose!"
"You go anywhere near my vacuum cleaner, Edward Anthony and I'll castrate you," my sister warned.
"I need to buy a B.O.B, Ali. Will you help me?" Bella pouted. "I don't wanna go in a sex toy store alone. I might get my ass grabbed by a smelly, old geezer."
"Why the hell do you need a battery operated boyfriend, baby? We have to be miserable together! It's not fair that you'll get yours and I won't," I exclaimed.
"Because I can, Edward."
"Fine, I'm getting a blow up doll."
"Gross!" she squeaked.
"What? If you get to have yours then that means I get to have mine and we won't touch each other. It won't come close to you but it'll alleviate all this pent up sexual frustration. I'll find one with holes that squeeze. I'm getting myself a B.O.G."
"Lord have mercy," Jasper hooted, holding his sides and shaking. "A B.O.G.? I have to see this, man! I'll go with you. When are ya goin'?"
"Tomorrow." I turned to Bella. "I won't use it here, sweetheart. I'll use it at my place."
"You better get one that looks like me." she demanded.
"Trust me, I will."
"I don't understand you two sometimes," Ali spat.
"No one told you you had to, little sis." She rolled her eyes and got up, gliding in to the kitchen, Jasper close behind. I shook my head and craned my head to Bella who was stomping down the hallway so I followed, shutting her door behind me. She sat down on the chair and tucked her feet under her legs and glared at me.
"What?"
"You know what?"
"Is this about the doll, Bella?"
"I don't like you right now," she scrunched her nose up.
I kneeled in front of her, placing my hands on her knees. "Baby girl, I have to find some sort of relief when it can't be from you. Why does it bother you so much?"
"It's weird. You're going to be fucking a balloon and that's messed up in so many ways."
"It's not like I have a fetish. It's just going to help me when I can't have you. Bella, what else is there? I know you can't be this mad about a stupid blow up doll."
"I shouldn't have went to that woman for help," she sighed, "I mean, how will not kissing you help us solve our problems?"
"I guess we'll have to see what happens. And if it doesn't, we'll discontinue our sessions with her and find someone else."
"But what if that doesn't work?"
"Then I guess we'll look to ourselves and try to go from there," I shrugged.
"This is going to suck eggs."
"I know, baby, I know," I chuckled and rubbed her knees then gathered her in my arms and hugged her. "We gotta stay strong."
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"Baby, hurry up in there. I need to piss."
"Just a sec," she called from the other side of the bathroom door. I really needed to piss! What the hell is she- my thoughts were cut off as my angel walked out of the bathroom wearing a tiny silk powder blue and black piece of lingerie. Was this supposed to be what she was going to sleep in? Holy fucking hell in a handbasket, she's gonna kill me!
"W-wow," I gulped and my eyes bulged. It was like the pee zipped back into my body and focused on another area that had come to full attention. My dick.
"You like this? I've had it for ages."
"Uh-huh," I groaned and adjusted my shorts. "Bella, this is just plain mean."
"How," she asked coyly then sucked her bottom lip inside her mouth which made me harder than a brick. "I just thought you would like it."
"I love it, baby. If we didn't have to refrain from intimacy, it would be on the floor by now and you'd be against the wall. Excuse me," I brushed passed her but not without her making sure to let me feel every part of her.
I moaned and flew into the bathroom, shutting the door and I heard her giggle from the other side. "Oh, you're gonna be sorry for that, girlie," I said to myself. She wants to torture me, I'm gonna do it right the fuck back. Give her a taste of her own medicine. I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it in the hamper, turned the water on and splashed some on my torso, giving it a glistening look, ran my fingers roughly through my hair and took my boxers off, leaving me naked under my shorts, opened the door and walked out to face her with a crooked grin across my face. Her eyes were glued to me and they glazed over.
"Oh, fuck me," she gaped, taking my appearance in and whimpered a little. I climbed in bed behind her, kissed her hair, whispered good night, and pulled her closed to my chest, rubbing my hard on against her ass a few times for extra measure. Just a little. She moaned breathily and whispered, "Not fair." I snuggled into her back and rubbed her soft belly through the silk until we fell into a sexually charged, frustrated slumber.
You wanna play hardball, baby? Bring. It. On. I'm game.
A/N: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH snap! :) Let the games begin!
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Lionlamb91 *muah*
P.S.- This is what I picture Bella's natural hair to look like, curls and all- (http : / / www . marieclaire .com / cm / real beauty / images / 00 / rb-long - brown - hair - 1 - 0809 - de . jpg) but imagine that with side swept bangs. Oh and remove the spaces.
Pictures of Bella's outfit and nightie on my profile, as well. :)
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