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Chapter 36: Halloween Happenings
Bella's POV
I unlocked the door and walked in, my arms heavy laden with bags and the mail in my teeth. I heard Edward yell for me, but I couldn't answer without dropping the mail. He met me a few feet from the kitchen and started taking bags from my hands. When one of my hands was free, I grabbed the mail and kissed him. We put the bags on the counter, and I went back to the front door to get the keys from the lock. I tossed them in the basket on the foyer table.
"Hello," I told him as I walked back into the kitchen.
"Hi," he answered. "Thanks for picking up the mail." I nodded as I took things from the bags and put them away. After that, I got out the pots and pans to cook dinner. "What's the plan for tonight?"
"I'm going to make us dinner. We're going to hand out candy to the little trick-or-treaters. At 8:00, I'm going to Alice's to get ready with the girls, and you're going to Rosalie and Emmett's to get ready with the boys. We're all meeting at The Showbox at 10:00." I looked over to see him pouting.
"I can't take you?"
"We're meeting you there." I handed him a bag. "Could you go tape these to the door?" He opened the bag and smirked.
"Really, Bella?" I gave him a look that said not to argue with me. "Why should I put pumpkin, spider, and skeleton cutouts on my door?"
"Because it's Halloween. You need to get into the spirit of things, and those little kids are going to love it. Plus, I want them to know they can knock on our door…your door. We have candy to give out. I want that bowl to be empty at the end of the night." I couldn't believe I had slipped. I didn't want him to think I wanted to live with him. I'd talked with Alice about this. I didn't want to move in with Edward unless I was married to him.
The only parental figures I had growing up divorced before I could remember. I spent my life being shuffled between states during the summer. I watched Charlie live alone for so long because he was still in love with Renee. I knew from talking to Renee that they had lived together before getting married. Whether it was true or not, I always equated that to being a contributing factor to their divorce. I didn't want to become a statistic. I wanted this to last.
"Alright. I'll hang the decorations." He left the kitchen.
I continued making the Turkey Meatloaf with Feta and Sun-Dried Tomatoes. Once it was placed in the oven, I snapped the green beans before putting them on to boil. Edward sat at the bar and studied while I cooked. He had a test the following week in his Molecular Biology class on genes and diseases. I had been helping him study by quizzing him this past week.
While the food cooked and Edward studied, I pulled out my laptop to work on the next book. Katelynn had called earlier in the week to tell me she had some feedback from Columbian-Sterling Publishing Company. I was so nervous and excited to get that copy from her. I knew there would be a lot of rewriting to do. Until I got the edits though, I would continue working on the second one.
The timer for the oven sounded. I shut down the laptop and pulled the meatloaf from the oven. I turned the burner off from under the green beans and pulled plates from the cabinet. Edward had stood and was getting drinks for the both of us. I dished up the food and slid the plates in front of the barstools. Edward cleared his area then joined me at the bar. We ate in a comfortable silence his hand never leaving my thigh. One thing I had learned about Edward was that he liked to maintain some form of bodily contact at all times.
"Oh!" I said when we heard a knock at the door. "The first trick-or-treaters. Let's go." I hopped off the barstool and pulled at his hand. He laughed at my enthusiasm but followed me nevertheless. He grabbed the candy bowl as I opened the door.
"Trick-or-treat," the little boy said. I smiled wide at how adorably cute he was. He was wearing a Spiderman costume. I guessed he was about seven or eight-years-old. I bent down so I was eye level with him.
"I've always wanted to meet Spiderman," I said as if I thought that's who he was. "It's nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand, and I shook it.
"Pleasure to meet you," he greeted.
"The pleasure's all mine. I think you need some candy for saving so many people, Spiderman. Would you like some?" He nodded his head vigorously. Edward held out the bowl. He studied it carefully before taking a Butterfinger.
"Those are my favorite too." I was hamming it up, but I was having too much fun to care.
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome. Have fun." He turned to look at his mom and dad as they walked off.
"She really thought I was Spiderman," he said excitedly. His parents smiled at me, and I waved goodbye to them. I turned around to see Edward smiling at me with a glint in his eye.
"What?" I asked self-consciously. He smiled and pulled me to him for a long kiss.
"You're amazing, you know that?" he said matter-of-factly. I shook my head. "Yes, you are. You just made that little boy's day. He'll remember you when the day's over, because you made him believe he was Spiderman."
"I was just playing along."
"I know. That's what's so amazing. Not many people would have done that. You're going to make a wonderful mother." I blushed and looked away. My doctor had said after my exam that I should be able to conceive. I never knew I'd feel so happy about my yearly exam. I shrugged and closed the door before going back to the kitchen to finish eating. "Dinner is great, love. You should make this meatloaf more often. It's wonderful."
"Thank you." We returned to dinner.
Once we finished eating, I washed dishes and Edward dried. After putting the dishes away, we sat on the couch to watch television and wait for more trick-or-treaters. There were so many princesses, superheroes, ghouls, and angels that stopped by. We ended up running out of candy at 7: 30. Instead of sitting around, we decided to go to Alice and Emmett's early. He opened my truck door for me and kissed me before letting me go with a pout. I giggled at his antics then made my way to Alice's where we would be getting ready frantically. I was surprised Alice agreed to such a small window of time to get ready, but I wasn't complaining.
"Oh, Bella," Alice said after I walked inside. "I'm so glad you're early. I want to go ahead and do your makeup."
"Hi Alice," I said. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking. It's so good to see you too." She just rolled her eyes.
"Ditto. Now let's get started. We have a lot of work to do tonight."
She pulled me into her bathroom and pushed me onto the closed toilet lid. She already had the makeup spread across her counter. I sat patiently as she painted my face. I heard Angela and Rosalie arrive and realized she'd been working on my face for at least thirty minutes. I complained about the time. She shushed me and said she was almost done. Rosalie and Angela finally emerged in the doorway.
"Thank god," Alice exclaimed. "Rose, I need your help. Can you do Bella's hair while I start on Angela?"
"Sure," Rosalie said and walked over. "What do you want me to do?"
"Pull it all up in the back so it's sitting on her head. A few tendrils are going to be curled loosely and laid over her shoulder. A headband's going to be on her head too, so you may want to use that as a reference point."
"Where's the headband, and I'm on it." Alice left the bathroom and came storming back in the headband. There were black feathers on it, and I worried about the costume Alice had chosen.
"Bella, up. Angela, sit." Angela and I both obeyed without question. She was a terror when she was so rushed.
Rosalie pulled a barstool in from the kitchen and had me sit. She started working on my hair as Alice attacked Angela's face. The next twenty minutes were spent in silence. I finally got a look at my face and went back to wondering what my costume was. Alice had applied a thick layer of mascara. The eye shadow was dark as well. It made my eyes pop. I never thought I'd say that before, but they did. There was a slight hint of blush on my cheeks. I didn't know why she did that. I did enough blushing as it was. Add alcohol and I'd be red all night. My lips, what I was most nervous about, were painted a bright red.
"Okay," Alice said. "Rose, you about done?"
"Yep," she said as she laid the curling iron down. She picked up a bottle of hairspray. "Close your eyes and hold your breath." She sprayed so much hairspray on me an F-3 tornado wouldn't mess it up. "All done."
"That looks great. You two get dressed while we do our make-up and hair. Angela, I don't want to do much to your hair. So, once you're dressed, I'll touch it up." She turned to the mirror and started on her own makeup. "Your costumes are on my bed. The bags are labeled with your name. Go for it."
"I'm nervous," I whispered to Angela once we were out of the room.
"Me too," she said with a giggle. "What do you think she chose?"
"I have no idea." We each grabbed our bag and unzipped them.
"Angel." I looked over as Angela picked up a set of wings and a halo. "What about you?"
"Slut?" She laughed and looked over at my bag.
"You're a saloon girl, Bella. Well, I guess the assumption was appropriate." We both laughed. "Let's just put these on."
I shrugged my shoulders and pulled out the thigh-high, black lace fishnet stockings. I pulled my jeans off and tugged on the offending material. I laid out the dress, if you could call it that, chocker, arm slips, and ballet flats. At least she was being kind to my feet. I reached for the dress when I saw something else lying in the bag. I reached in and pulled out a corset and thong.
"What the hell, Alice!" I yelled. Angela, startled at my outburst, looked over to see me holding up the garments.
"You're wearing it, Bella," Alice called from the bathroom already knowing what my complaint was about. "I have seen your lingerie collection, or lack thereof. Edward will appreciate this." My face immediately flamed. "Stop blushing. It's a perfectly natural thing. I bought lingerie for everyone." Angela immediately stopped laughing and pulled out her costume to see the lingerie underneath. "Just put it on. You'll thank me later." I grumbled for a minute but knew that fighting was futile. I grabbed the lingerie and walked into her closet to change.
I had to admit, they were really cute. The corset was tight, pulling my body into even more of an hourglass figure. I hooked it all the way up to just below my boobs. It dipped low and was a bustier, so it pushed the girls up and together. It was white with black lace over the top with flower designs. The underwear, or rather the thong, matched the top. I looked in the full-length mirror. It actually looked good. I felt…sexy. I walked back into the bedroom to see Angela in her lingerie.
"I guess I'm not really a good angel," she said and we laughed at her comment. Her corset was red and lined with black fur. The thong matched the corset as well. It definitely wasn't very angel-like. We both grabbed the dresses and pulled them on. Hers was strapless, lined in silver with a bow between her breasts, and it ended at mid-thigh. The skirt was full and was pushed away from her body. She wore white stockings that ended just above her knees leaving about six inches of skin exposed.
"Bella, you look so cute," she said once I pulled my dress on. The shape was similar to hers. The breasts were covered in black lace and three black lines ran from each breast to the skirt making it look like a corset. The skirt was lined on the bottom with layers of black lace. I turned around so Angela could lace up the back. I had the choker and ballet flats on and turned around for a final test.
"Really?" I asked. "It isn't too slutty?"
"No. I think you look great. Edward won't be able to keep his hands off you."
"Just wait till Ben sees what's underneath that. You should give him a peek before we go in the club. It'll drive him crazy all night."
"Very nice, ladies," I heard Rosalie say from the doorway. I turned to see that she and Alice were ready aside from getting dressed.
"Hurry, Rose," Alice said as she dashed into the room. "We have to get ready. We've got to be at the club in twenty minutes." Rose hurried into the room and immediately began shedding clothes. She rooted around until she found a sheer black thong.
"Where's the rest, Ali?"
"Did you even look at the costume? You can't wear a bra."
"Oh, okay." Alice put on a sheer black bra and sheer high-waisted thong. "That's cute."
"Thank you." Alice pulled on a pink and navy blue skirt and top. The top tied under her breasts and had a collar. Both pieces were lined with three lines. To top it off, she pulled on dog tags and a sailor's hat. "What do you think?"
"I think you look cute," I told her.
"Alice, I love you," Rosalie said and we turned to look.
We turned to see her in a vampire costume. The top was a corset that tied in the front. There were two inches of skin left exposed through the ties. The top was shaped like a bat's wing. The skirt was short, super short. It barely covered her lady parts. There was a black lace bow on the back of the skirt that hung to mid-thigh. She was also wearing fishnet stockings that garter belts were attached to on each leg. To finish it off, she wore black six-inch heels, arm slips with bats on at the elbows, and a small black top hat pinned slightly off center. I had to admit, she looked hot.
"Rosalie," Alice said. "If I were a guy, I'd do you." We all laughed. "Okay. We need to go. Everyone head outside. The taxi should be here."
We hurried out of the taxi as Alice paid the fare, freezing our asses off, and made it to the club by 9:50. I hoped the guys were already there. It was cold, and I didn't want to wait that long. We would already have to stand in line. I was not looking forward to that. Alice pulled out her phone and started dialing Jasper. As she put the phone to her ear, I heard Jasper's phone from behind me. I whipped around to see the guys walking towards us. Ben was the first one to reach us. He pulled Angela to him and kissed her soundly.
"You look so good," he said. Alice had dressed him as a devil.
"You should see what's underneath," I said as I leaned toward him. I looked at Angela and winked. She giggled.
"Want a peek?" She asked him. I didn't get to see his reaction because I was spun around.
"Oh!" I squeaked when I fell into Edward's hard chest. I pulled back enough to look down at his costume. "Is something wrong, sheriff?" He was dressed in an old Western sheriff's outfit.
"Yes," he said as he pulled me back into his body. He gripped my hips and pulled until I was flush against him and could feel every curve and dip of his muscles. Every muscle. "You are absolutely too fucking hot to be let out in public." I blushed and giggled.
"So you like?" I asked as I pulled away to spin in a circle.
"I love." He gripped me possessively and pulled me back into his body. He kissed me softly, the contrast to his touch surprisingly stimulating. He couldn't seem to stop touching my, and I loved it. "Do I also want to see what you have on underneath?"
"Maybe." I swiped the lipstick from his lips.
"I do. I really do." He ran his hands all over me before settling on my ass and squeezing.
"You'll see later tonight." He groaned and attached his lips to my neck. I felt him suck at my skin and gasped. He'd never been that rough. I could feel a tingle run through my body and settle in the pit of my stomach.
"Hey you two," Emmett said. I pulled back and we both turned to him. He was dressed as a vampire to match Rosalie. I looked to Jasper to see he was dressed like a sailor to match Alice. "Let's go inside."
"We have to wait in line," I said as I looked dubiously at the line that wrapped around the building.
"No we don't." I looked back at him curiously. "I bet if you four," he said while pointing at Rosalie, Alice, Angela, and I, "walk up to that door and ask nicely, he'll let us right in."
"Sway your hips, smile shyly, and bite your bottom lip," Rosalie said as she walked over and adjusted my dress. She pulled the skirt higher and the corset lower.
"Rosalie!" I hissed.
"Don't argue with me. I know what I'm doing." I looked back at Edward who was trying to hide his laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Keep it up and you won't see what's underneath this or any of my other clothes for the next week." He immediately sobered. "That's what I thought." Angela grabbed my hand.
"We can do this," she said confidently. "Right?" I gave her a nervous smile.
"Let's go," Rosalie said. We followed her to the doorman. He looked her up and down appreciatively then scanned over the rest of us. I felt so exposed. "Hey stud. Got room in there for us?"
"Ladies," he greeted as he pulled back the rope and motioned us in. Angela and I dropped each other's hand to grab our boys'. Edward pulled me into his side as we passed the grumbling line-waiters. I couldn't blame them.
Alice immediately led everyone to the bar. We all started the night with a Vampire's Kiss. I kept an eye on what I was drinking and made sure to alternate with water. I wanted to feel a buzz, loose some of my inhibitions, but I wanted to stay in control and relatively sober. After spending so long without alcoholic drinks earlier in the year, it had lost most of its appeal. The Showbox was packed. There had to have been close to 1,000 people in the club. My favorite drink of the night was the Bloody Brain. It actually looked like a brain.
About an hour into the night, I had to go to the bathroom. I assured Edward I would be fine. It was only across the room. The line was long, but then again, what bathroom line wasn't. I laughed at the girl in front of me for most of the wait. She must have really needed to go. She had her legs crossed, was bouncing slightly, and telling herself over and over that she could hold it. Any time the line moved forward, she'd waddle to close the distance too afraid to uncross her legs.
When I finally made my way out of the bathroom, the dance floor was packed. The DJ was playing some really upbeat music and people were dancing everywhere. I started across the floor to get back to the bar. Halfway across, I felt myself being pulled back. Of course, Edward wouldn't be able to wait. The man had no patience.
"Hey there you sexy thang. Back that sweet little ass on up. I'll show you a real good time." I stiffened when I realized it wasn't Edward. He pulled me back until I was flush against him. He placed his face next to mine. "Dance with me." I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he slurred and pushed his erection against me. I cringed and pulled away. "Where ya goin', baby?" He pulled me back to him and snaked his arm around my waist. His hand brushed the bottom of my breast.
"Please, let go," I said. I could feel myself start to shake. His grip was tight.
"Oh, don't be like that. I just wanna dance." My chest tightened and breathing quickened.
"Let go. I don't want to dance." He turned me around and held my waist tightly. I pushed against his chest, but he didn't let go. "Let go of me."
"Let her go." I turned to see a tall, muscular man standing with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Why do you care? Is she your girl or something?" the guy slurred as his grip tightened.
"As a matter of fact, she is. You want to do something about it?" I felt his grip loosen as he took stock of how big the man actually was.
"No." He let go of me and backed away. "Sorry." I stumbled as he pushed me a bit. The tall man steadied me.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"No. Yes. I-I-"
"Take a deep breath." He dropped his arms but didn't leave. I silently counted my breaths until I could breathe evenly. "I'm Tommy." He extended his hand. I looked at it but didn't reach forward. I didn't know him. He dropped his hand. "Are you here with someone?" I nodded. "How about I follow you back to them? I can make sure no one else gets grabby."
"Thank you." He motioned for me to go ahead of him. I walked ahead and made my way to the bar. I checked behind me every few steps to see if he was still there. He was. I finally pushed through to the bar. They weren't there.
"Are they here?"
"No." He walked over to someone sitting at the bar and spoke with him quietly. The guy nodded and stood up. Tommy patted the chair so I walked over and sat down.
"Tell me what your friends look like."
"Uh. One couple is sailors, one is vampires, one is an angel and devil, and there's Edward. He's a sheriff." He turned to the crowd and looked around. He turned back to the bartender and asked for water. He handed it to me. I sat it in front of me without drinking it as he scanned the crowd.
"Stay right here. I'll be back in a moment." He walked off, and I turned to the bar. I sat there for probably two minutes wondering why I had trusted that guy.
Edward's POV
"You guys go ahead," I told the group. "I'll wait here for Bella."
I watched as they all went to the dance floor to enjoy the DJ's spins. I ordered water for when Bella got back. The last drink she'd had was alcoholic. I had noticed her alternating her drinks. I was glad she wasn't getting wasted. I fully planned on peeling that costume off her tonight, and I wanted her fully aware. I looked back at the dance floor to see Alice, Rosalie, and Angela grinding together oblivious to the fact that they were fueling every man's fantasy in seeing distance.
I looked out over the rest of the dance floor at all the scantily clad women. Honestly, none of them held my interest. A year ago, I would have been on that dance floor charming a number of those women. Now, the only woman I wanted to charm was Bella. She was my every thought, my every want. I couldn't imagine my life without her.
I looked to the bathrooms when I realized the song had changed for the fourth time. I didn't see her, and my worry piqued. I looked back to the group to make sure she wasn't there. When I couldn't find her, I decided to walk that way hoping to run into her on the way. Then I could pull her onto the dance floor.
I made my way across the floor, but I didn't see her. There was a long line of waiting women. I searched the line but didn't see her. I waited for a few minutes outside the doors hoping she was inside. I even asked a woman if she'd ask if Bella was in there. When she came back out, she said no one answered to the name. I felt a jolt of panic. I started back towards the bar looking all over the dance floor hoping she'd gotten side tracked. I walked all over the place looking for her.
"Hey man," I heard a man say. I turned around to see a very tall guy. "Did you lose your saloon girl?"
"Yes," I said anxiously. "Where is she?"
"The bar." I didn't stop to think why a random guy would know I was looking for Bella. I needed to make sure she was okay. I hurried back to the bar.
"Bella!" I said when I saw her sitting at the bar. She looked drawn into herself, shoulders hunched, hands clasped in her lap, and head down. She turned when she heard me and stood. I pulled her into me wrapping her in my arms and holding tight. She looked scared. I wanted to comfort her and me, if I were being honest. "Love, are you okay? What happened?"
"He grabbed me," she said so quietly I almost missed it. "I tried to pull away, but he was holding me so tight." I stiffened when I realized what she was saying. Some jerk had his hands on her. I started to pull away but stopped when I her next words made me realize this was where I needed to be. "I thought I wouldn't be able to get away, but Tommy helped me. Then I came over here, and you weren't where you were supposed to be."
"I'm sorry." She had probably been scared when we weren't at the bar. I felt guilty for walking away. "The others wanted to dance. I stayed here for you, but after ten minutes, I went to look for you. Who's Tommy?"
"Me," I heard someone said. I turned us so I could see the guy. I didn't let go of Bella. I held her tighter. "When I heard her telling him to stop, I stepped in. I followed her back her so no one else would bother her. When she couldn't find you, she got a little worked up. I got her a seat and came to find you. She told me you were a sheriff, and when I saw you looking for someone, I figured you were him."
"Thank you. Let me buy you a drink as a thanks." I rubbed her back wanting to provide some comfort.
"I don't drink, but I appreciate the offer."
"How can I thank you?"
"No thanks is necessary. If it were my wife, I'd want someone to do the same." I smiled at his assumption and felt my chest swell.
"Well, I really appreciate it. Thank you so much for looking out for her."
"You're welcome. It was nice to meet you both. Have a good night." He smiled before turning and leaving. Bella pulled away only far enough to look up at me.
"I'm sorry I worried you," she said. "The line was crazy."
"You don't need to apologize," I told her. "Are you okay?" She thought about it for a moment.
"I'm fine. It was scary at the time, but I'm okay. You're here." I looked at her skeptically. I was surprised she wasn't more affected by the situation. "Really, Edward, I'm okay. Yes, it was scary. Yes, I was uncomfortable. I don't deny that, but Edward, I can't let that stuff get to me. I can't turn into a quivering mess when things don't go my way." I kissed her softly. She pressed into me and deepened the kiss.
"Take me back to your place," she said against my lips.
"It's not even midnight."
"And?" I smiled and her tone.
"We haven't even danced."
"We can dance our way to your bed once we get inside." I shivered at the implications. "Don't you want to see what's underneath this?" She grabbed the front of the skirt and started pulling it up. I grabbed her wrists to stop her.
"I don't share. Not views and not you, so don't be giving any of these little boys any ideas." She giggled as she moved her hands to rub my hips. Her hands snaked around, and she palmed my ass before squeezing. "We're going." She smiled widely as I took her hand and pulled her to the door.
"What about the others?" she asked giggling again. "We can't just leave. They'll worry." I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Emmett. 'We left.'
"There. Now they know."
I signaled for a taxi and was pleased with how quickly we were on our way. I slid in after Bella and before the door was closed, she scooted up against me and leaned in to run her lips over my neck. I stuttered out my address as the driver chuckled at Bella. Surely, she realized we had an audience. I turned to tell her not to give him a show, but before I could say anything, she was kissing me.
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I moaned as her tongue invaded my mouth without pretense. I gripped her neck to tilt her head to give me better access and ran my other hand over her thigh. I could feel every ridge of those damn fishnets. I moved my hand higher up the back of her thigh. I pulled so her body leaned toward me. I skimmed higher and moaned again when I realized she was wearing a thong. I squeezed her ass causing her to moan.
I was shocked when she moved to straddle my legs. I gripped her hips as she lowered onto my lap. She racked her nails down my chest, and I hissed as my muscles clenched. I heard myself grit her name and briefly wondered what the driver was seeing and thinking. That was until she leaned down and bit my neck. I grunted and my hips bucked up into her. She gasped when my erection pressed into her heat. She gripped my shoulders and looked at me. Her eyes were dark, the lust apparent.
"Do that again," she whispered. I was going to tell her we should wait. There was a man sitting less than three feet from us. "Please."
She clamped onto my shoulders and pulled me a bit closer. I bucked again making sure to touch her where she wanted. Ungh. I smiled as the tiny moan left her lips. Her mouth fell open as she panted. I did it again and watched as her eyes slowly slid closed and head fell back. I pulled her head upright so I could see her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and what little lipstick that was left after drinking was smeared. Her lips were plump and swollen. Her chest rose rapidly with each breath.
"Look at me," I told her. Her eyes snapped open. I pulled the lower half of her body closer to me so she rested just over my erection. I drew her into me as I slowly thrust my hips into her.
"Yes," she keened. I started a slow rhythm brushing her roughly. "Edward." Her voice was strained and needy. She leaned forward and buried her face in my neck. Her keening turned urgent so I stroked against her harder. "E-E-E-" She bit me again and screamed into my neck. Her thighs tightened around me, and I could feel her body pulse.
"Bella." I pulled her back so she was looking at me. "Did you just…" I trailed off, because her face said it all. She'd come. She smiled at me a bit dazedly.
"Umm," I heard the driver said. Everything we'd done came crashing down, and I realized we'd just given him quite a show. "I hate to interrupt, but we're here." Bella crawled off me and got out of the car. I pulled out my wallet and started digging for the fare. She grabbed my arm and tugged. I tossed him a fifty and said to keep the change. "You kids have a good night." I thought I heard him mutter that we already had.
"Come on," Bella said impatiently with another tug. "I'm not done with you yet." I groaned in anticipation, grabbed her hips, and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and giggled as I started to the apartment. I fumbled with the lock before finally getting us inside. I turned once the door closed and pinned her to the wall. She moaned and thrust into me. "Take me to bed."
I carried her into the bedroom and placed her onto her feet. I reached behind her without breaking the kiss and untied her costume. I stepped back to let it fall to the floor. What was underneath was exquisite. It reminded me of her dress from Angela and Ben's rehearsal dinner. The corset hugged her body in the most delicious way. I reached forward and ran my hand down her torso.
"Tomorrow we're going shopping and I'm buying you one of these for each day of the week," I told her, my eyes never leaving the garment. She reached up and unhooked the top hook. I pulled her hands away and clasped both hers in one of mine. "Don't. I get to do that." I unhooked the rest of the clasps and peeled the corset off her. She really was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and so damn mouthwatering. I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around her already pert nipple.
"Oh Edward," she sighed and grabbed the sides of my face. I closed my mouth over her and sucked. I reached up and rolled her other nipple giving it due attention. I started to walk her backwards the few steps to the bed. When her knees hit the bed, I lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. She squealed then laughed. "I think it's a crime that you're wearing so many clothes, Sheriff." I smiled and shed everything but my boxers.
She tilted her head to the side and crooked her finger at me while biting her lip. I crawled onto the bed and between her legs. I kissed up her legs and licked the back of her knee. She moaned and I noted that for later reference. I kissed all around her core as she writhed underneath me. She lifted her hips trying to make contact, but I stayed just out of reach. I moved up and licked over her stomach. While I would never like what happened to her, those scars represented what sent her to me. I'd never had found her without them so I gave them tender loving care. Well, that and I'd also learned how sensitive she was near them.
After what must have been too long for her, she reached down and dragged me up her body. She reached around, palmed my ass, and pulled me down to settle on top of her between her spread legs. She sighed. It sounded contented. She rocked underneath me and stilled when my dick settled between her lower lips. Even with the barrier of two layers of underwear, I could feel the heat radiating off her. It made me throb with need. I stopped kissing her because feeling her that close made me pant with longing. She rocked causing me to rub her clit. She grabbed my shoulders urgently and arched into me.
"Oh god, that feels good," she said. We were both panting, trading air.
"Do you trust me?" I asked her softly. She looked at me oddly.
"Of course I do."
"There's something I want to try, to make you feel good, but you have to trust me."
"I do. Completely." I rolled off her and she made a discordant sound. I chuckled.
"Patience."
I hooked my fingers into the side of her matching thong and slid them off her hips. Once I freed her of them, I tossed them towards my dresser. I'd put them away tomorrow. She wasn't getting them back. I pushed my own boxers off and tossed them absentmindedly to the floor. I propped myself on an elbow and looked down at her. I placed my hand on her inner thigh and stroked her softly, teasingly. I leaned down to kiss her slowly, sensuously.
I slid my hand higher until I cupped her sex. She was drenched. I used my fingertips to tease her, touching her lightly. She began rocking, trying to make me touch her more. I ran one finger through her slit. She gasped into my mouth and kissed her harder. I used two fingers to stroke her, never entering her. She pulled back from the kiss to gulp for air. I continued to work my fingers on her, barely grazing her clit.
"Bella, we're not about to have sex," I told her. She nodded, but I could tell she wasn't really listening. "I'm not going to penetrate you." She nodded again. "I'm going to get on top of you." My words seemed to register. She looked over at me curiously. "Is that okay?" She thought about it for a moment then nodded. I slowly rolled until I hovered above her. "I need you to stay as still as possible for this to work." She nodded. "You have to tell me to stop if you're uncomfortable." She nodded once, hesitantly. "Promise me, Bella, or I won't do this."
"I promise." I moved my hand and settle down until my hips were flush with hers. I was nuzzled between her lips. It was heaven and hell. I could feel her coating me, her heat making me twitch, her accelerated breathing pushing me further into her. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to thrust into her, but I didn't. That's not what this was about.
"Look at me," I said softly when I realized she'd closed her eyes. She snapped her eyes open. "It's me, Edward. I want you to watch me. I want you to know that it's me, that I'm here. Watch me, Bella. Stay connected with me, love." Her eyes softened and the crease between her brows smoothed. I rocked forward once.
"Ungh. Fuck." I stilled. "Holy shit, that's good." I smiled.
"That's all I'm going to do. Okay?"
"Yes, please." The begging tone made me throb harder so I began to move. She felt so fucking good. She started to move with me so I stilled.
"Don't move. I don't want to slip." She nodded and bit her lip.
I began to move again and her eyes rolled back in her head. I watched her face to make sure she stayed here, with me, in this time. The pleasure never left her features. Her noises changed, and I recognized that she was getting closer. I sped up and changed angles so I grazed directly over her clit each time.
"Yes," she said breathily. "Oh god, I love you." With those three words, I could see it. In my mind, I could see the first time we made love. It would be perfect. I could imagine slipping into her, stretching her. I could feel how tight she'd be, and I'd still long enough to let her adjust. She'd nudge me to move when she was ready, and I'd move in her, with her. My mental images were getting the better of me, and I could feel my balls tighten. She slid a leg around me, and I could feel as she fell apart and convulsed with the pleasure. I followed right behind, emptying onto her stomach.
"Bella," I breathed, "I love you. I love you so much."
After we both came down, I collapsed beside her, not wanting to crush her. She lay panting, trying to recover. Once my breathing was under control, I slipped out of bed to retrieve a washcloth. When I came back, she was in the same position, smiling serenely. I cleaned her ardently then tossed the washcloth into the bathroom. I laid down and pulled her into me so she was resting in the crook of my shoulder, my arm surrounding her. She hummed in contentment and wrapped her arm around my side as best she could. I turned my head and kissed her head tenderly.
"I love you so much," I whispered to her. Anything louder, I feared, would break the sanctity of the moment.
"I love you too," she whispered back. "Thank you. That was…beyond amazing."
"All the thanks goes to you, love. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for trying. Thank you for giving that part of you to me." I felt her yawn. "Sleep, my love." She nodded, but it was weak. She was practically asleep already.
AN: Hello all. If you're in America, I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and Black Friday.
How did you like it? We got a glimpse of Bella with kids. We got to watch her handle a potentially horrible encounter and come out composed. Then we got to see sex kitten Bella and Edward get flustered. I like that he's not always in control and sure of himself. Now we know she can have kids, and she's not living with Edward. I hope no one's upset with the decision.
You can check out pictures of the costumes on my blog. I particularly like Rosalie's. I think it fits her personality perfectly.