Hello my dears! Happy SuperBowl Sunday to the Americans! I thought I'd post this for post game entertainment.
I lied to my dear friends on Facebook. We'll have to wait on the bakery. This was more important. Hehehe
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Come into My Room -Movado ft. Stacious
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Chapter 40: Your dad has a gun.
BPOV
F.R.U.S.T.R.A.T.E.D.
Sexually…. Frustrated.
This week was dragging out to be the longest in history. And while I understood that Edward needed his slow and steady approach, I was working my thigh muscles more than Suzanne Somers on her Thighmaster on QVC.
Pity poor Edward if he ever did get between my legs, because I'd squish him like a bug as soon as I flexed.
I couldn't handle it anymore.
Monday was just the tip of the iceberg as far as the sexual tension.
After our little talk, I couldn't think in my classes. Everything was sexual. I even answered a question in Spanish with something that sounded more like 'he has tremendous wood' instead of 'he is going into the deep woods.'
Why would she ask something like that in a high school class anyway?
Of course, now everyone from class smirked at me when I walked beside Edward.
Good for him. They all thought he had a great cock.
I wouldn't know.
We hadn't progressed that far in the physical side of our new experiment into learning each other.
It started to rain before lunch, so we were stuck inside, which was probably a good thing. I don't think either of us would ever be able to look at that damn tree the same again.
Why did I tell him that?
Because it was on my mind. All the time.
And judging by his constant adjustments in Biology beside me, he was thinking about it too.
Or some other unknown fantasy that I was not privy to. He was pretty tight lipped and vague when it came to admitting anything to me.
We spent Monday afternoon at my house, Edward on his best behavior as soon as Charlie came home. I hadn't even gotten a good boob grope before we heard the cruiser pull up.
We actually did homework.
And FC was doing well, now that Edward was remembering to bring it in from the car.
He left just before dinner, turning down Charlie's invitation to eat with us, explaining that Esme would be worried.
I felt for him, knowing that he felt a little responsible for his dad being kicked out of the house. When he told me about the intervention his mom and therapist had performed the night before, I was surprised he was taking it so well.
Which made me feel even guiltier for trying to push him physically.
So I spent Monday night alone in my bed, thinking of Edward crawling into my room and taking me while Charlie watched the game downstairs. I fell asleep to fitful dreams of green eyes and fingertips moving over my body.
Tuesday was a blur of tests and rain.
And I learned that Edward liked being vague in his confessions of what he liked.
It was frustrating.
At lunch he offered me obtuse answers to my questions.
"What do you find attractive in a person?" I asked.
He smiled and leaned in close, to whisper in my ear.
"Their personality."
I pulled away from him and narrowed my eyes at him.
"You do not," I scolded. "What do you like about me?"
His smile quivered and he looked down, bashful.
"What?" I pressed.
"Your smile," he murmured. "Your mouth. I like your mouth."
Oh the things I could do with my mouth, Edward.
But the bell rang and I couldn't tell him that and have him squirm in Biology again.
So we behaved ourselves while we took our test, all the time wondering if Edward thought about my mouth in other places too.
He dropped me off on Tuesday, mentioning he had to take care of a few things at home. I didn't push, I couldn't occupy all his time. So I watched him leave and hoped he at least called that night. He texted late, apologizing briefly before wishing me sweet dreams.
He had no idea.
Wednesday he was a little off, and I learned that Esme and Dr. Creepy had been arguing on the phone the night before. I could feel Edward's guilt coming at me in waves, and it stalled any thoughts of us moving forward. Instead we spent Wednesday afternoon at his house in the living room reading in silence, the only contact with him his hand as it brushed along my neck occasionally, his eyes drifting from his book to watch his fingers trace along the length of my neck. But he kept a respectable distance, as if we were being watched.
Esme baked up a storm all afternoon, and I half expected Dr. Cullen to come blasting through the door, the tension was that thick.
Edward took me home before dinner and kissed me quickly on the cheek before disappearing back home. Wednesday was the first night Charlie was doing an overnight, but I didn't have it in me to tempt Edward to come over. So Wednesday night was spent worrying over Edward and wondering if I had locked the door. I spent most of the night tossing and turning, dreams of Edward climbing through the window turning into nightmares of Mike Newton climbing in instead.
Thursday saw a glimmer of happy Edward, and we risked getting dirty in the meadow for lunch. But except for a long make out session, it was just a regular day. I didn't even bother trying to get him to talk about our wants. I was starting to think this weekend would be nothing more than maybe dinner and a movie.
Edward stayed for only an hour after school, my dad dropping the subtle hint that as he left for work, so did Edward. Charlie was not helping my mission to open Edward up to getting in my pants. If anything, he seemed more cautious when we were at my house.
I'm sure it wasn't because my dad carried a gun around at work.
No.
So with Friday, I was a little depressed and lacking the energy to try and pry anything out of Edward. He sensed it early in the morning, I knew, because his hand lingered in mine a little longer before letting me head to first period. I offered him a sweet smile and took it in stride that he hesitated in kissing me before he disappeared down the hall.
The rest of the day was a blur, the rain putting a further damper on my mood. I had wanted to go to the meadow, but we were stuck in the lunchroom, and this time Angela and Ben had joined us, so any discussion about the weekend between Edward and I would have to wait. I felt his comforting hand on my knee, and I took comfort that he was doing his best to try and take a step on his own.
Biology we sat close while we worked on our lab assignment for mold growth, and Edward seemed to open up a little bit with a sly hand on my thigh that ran up until it wrapped around behind my back as he leaned in to look through the microscope.
Was it wrong that I fantasized about throwing him on the table and making out with him there?
Regardless, the bell rang and I was left with heading off to gym, wishing he and I could just skip class and go home early. But he had a test. And I had some Standards Physical Education test to do in gym. The final bell was never more exciting as it was today.
Finally, we could head over to my house and maybe explore some things for a while.
I forgot Charlie had worked a double the night before.
Charlie was home when we pulled up, Edward tensing as soon as he saw the cruiser.
"Do you want to come in? Or just go home?" I asked, hearing the disappointment in my own voice.
Edward shook his head and put on a brave smile.
"I'll stay if you want me to," he replied quietly.
"I want you to," I said and pulled out FC from the backseat, walking with Edward to the door.
When we stepped inside, I heard the television on in the other room. Handing Edward the flour sack, I motioned him to the kitchen while I went to the living room to let Charlie know we were home. I was halfway in the room when I heard his deep snoring. I tiptoed out of the room and found Edward at the table, pulling out our homework to appear busy.
I couldn't help it.
I was starving for a little affection, and Charlie was asleep.
It granted us at least a few minutes of kissing.
I leaned down and kissed him hard, startling him.
"Chief Swan," he started but I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Asleep," I whispered. "I swear if you don't kiss me back, Edward Cullen, I'm going to scream."
His eyes widened at the force of my words for only a second before he was pulling me onto his lap, kissing me fiercely. I felt his arms wrap around me, hands sliding up and down my back in need. I moved against him, feeling him stiffen as I rotated my hips for a better feel of him. He groaned softly into my mouth and broke away, moving his lips to my neck, working their way down.
Fingers teased over my sweater, moving down until they found the bottom and then I could feel the heat of them on my waist, searching north. I moved against him again, practically grinding him into oblivion and his hips joined in, adjusting so that I felt the full length of him press against me. I was enjoying the burn of those fingertips moving towards my breast when I heard the television mute.
I shot up out of the chair in a flash, flushed and breathing heavily as I watched Edward's eyes widen at the sound of Charlie moving around in the room down the hall. He quickly looked down, trying desperately to calm his own breathing while pretending to read from the book left on the table. I looked around, knowing my face was hot and that I could never explain why it was so.
I did the first thing I thought of.
I opened the freezer and shoved my head half way in, praying for a quick cool down.
I heard Charlie shuffle into the kitchen; his steps stopping somewhere near the doorway. Shocked to see a panting Edward I was sure.
I admit it.
It was survival mode that made me leave poor Edward hot and bothered at the table while I sought Frigidaire refuge. I could just see Charlie's comical face as he figured out what we had been up to.
"Edward," Charlie said, his voice rough from sleep. "Good to see you again. Homework? You guys must be trying for an A, huh?"
Oh god. He was being sassy.
"Uh, well, its an advanced class, sir," Edward mumbled, and I could hear the nerves in his voice.
"Advanced Biology, huh? Good thing you have such a pleasant partner like Bella," Charlie continued. "That should make all the work worthwhile."
"What are you in the mood for dinner, Dad?" I called from the safety of the freezer.
Please, hot face be gone. I'll take freezer burn over Charlie's ribbing.
"Why are you in the freezer?" he asked, chuckling.
Crap.
"We have a lot of stuff in the back here we should get rid of!" I said loudly, pretending to shuffle all the fish and deer around.
"Well when you're done scavenging and getting yourself in order, get me a beer, please?" he teased, making me huff into the refrigerator.
I pulled my head out and scowled at him, his body blocking my expression from Edward, who was probably cowering and plotting a quick getaway. Charlie grinned and raised his hands in surrender.
"Grilled cheese and soup is fine tonight," he said, laughing. But his eyes conveyed that he knew just what we were up to.
For someone who never dated, Charlie understood way too much.
"May I use your restroom?" Edward said from behind Charlie.
I leaned to the side to see Edward, looking like maybe he was constipated.
"Upstairs, top of the stairs," I said gently, praying Charlie hadn't just scared the shit out of Edward.
Literally.
Edward excused himself in a hurry, leaving Charlie and I in the room alone. I rounded on my dad and let out a frustrated sigh.
"Dad!" I hissed. "Please be nice! Edward doesn't need the extra stress of being antagonized by you! He's having a hard enough time dealing with the fact you're the Police chief."
Charlie seemed a little abashed by my words.
"Sorry, Bells," he whispered. "I just wanted to give you guys a hard time for whatever you were doing before I came in."
I rubbed at my face, feeling guilty all over again. If I hadn't kissed Edward, we'd be fine right now.
"I just kissed him, that's all," I admitted, feeling my face grow hot again. "He wasn't coming onto me, okay? So just be nice. He's nervous enough with everything going on."
Charlie shuffled beside me, more abashed than I thought he'd be.
"I forgot about his dad leaving," he murmured and looked up at my surprised eyes. "Small town, Bells. It gets around."
I let out another weary breath and moved past him, grabbing the can of tomato soup to start making dinner.
"Please be nice," I pleaded. "He needs support, not teasing."
Charlie offered me some scout's honor salute and reached in to grab his beer, pointing to the living room.
"I'll just go hide in the living room then. Please, just keep it PG in here," he said and disappeared down the hall.
I leaned against the counter, waiting patiently for Edward to come down from the bathroom. If I were he, I would hide up there all night. I put my head in my hands and mentally berated myself for attacking him in my house while Charlie was there. Edward would never come over again, I was sure.
With not sleeping well all week, and with all the tension running through me, I just wanted to sit and cry.
And I didn't cry much.
But this was my fault.
Instead of helping Edward to break out of his shell, I was reinforcing it.
There was no hope for taking the next step, I was sure.
"Hey."
I pulled my hands away to find Edward standing in the doorway, hands tucked in deeply to his pockets like he did when he was trying to hide.
Like a turtle.
"I'm sorry," I said, holding out my hand to him for him to take. He looked at it and shrugged.
"It's not your fault," he said. "Your dad has every right to watch over you and make sure someone doesn't take advantage."
His words made my chest hurt. He remained where he was, which hurt more. So I went to him, making him tense.
"He's not upset, Edward. He was just teasing. He feels bad," I said and tried to pull him into the room. He was slow to move. "I feel bad, Edward. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have taken the risk. I was just… I really needed to kiss you."
"It's okay," he murmured and slowly extracted one hand from his pocket to take mine. A slow smile crept up one side of his mouth. "Um, I really liked it."
I returned the smile playfully.
"I liked it too, even if it stopped before I wanted it to," I whispered and leaned up to kiss him.
He hesitated before kissing me back, his other hand slipping around me as the kiss deepened. He broke away too soon, letting out a breath and looking down at me with darkened eyes.
"I should go," he whispered.
"You can stay for dinner. It's gourmet night after all," I joked.
He shook his head and let out another breath.
"No, if I stay I might decide to take another risk," he said, squinting uncomfortably. "It's something… something I like."
I tipped my head to the side, confused.
"What do you mean?"
He chewed on his lip and looked back towards the hallway.
"Um, I like the risk of being caught," he whispered and closed his eyes as if embarrassed.
It took me a second to realize what he meant.
"So," I started, processing. "The threat of having him walk in on us excites you?"
"And terrifies me," he replied, stepping back to give us some space.
"So wait," I said, following him as he retreated back towards the door. "So if you came over, like you did the other night, you get excited by the possibility of him walking in on us? Or if we were somewhere public?"
He nodded uncomfortably.
"It's a little more intense here. Your dad has a gun."
"He wouldn't shoot you, Edward," I admonished, but I supposed to him that was a viable option.
But Edward's confession had me thinking hard.
This was something new that I would have never guessed by his behavior with me.
He was always polite and put a little distant between us every time we came to my house. Was he trying to curb his desires?
I didn't want him to hide like that. All week he had evaded discussions about what he liked, I had thought it was because I had shocked him with my initial statement about the meadow.
But now it made sense.
The meadow could be a public place.
He had enjoyed the library grope.
And at his house with his mother there.
This wasn't some abnormal kink he was talking about. At least I didn't think so.
If it was I was just as bad as he was.
I found myself getting excited over what this could entail.
It had possibilities.
Like what had just happened.
That had excited him?
Did he just go up into my bathroom…to…
Why was the possibility of him jerking off in my bathroom getting me excited?
I had issues.
"I need to go," he said again, sidestepping me to gather his things. I watched him pack his things, a million thoughts flying through my mind.
His admission set off all sorts of ideas of him. The idea of him sneaking into my room had been playing in my head all week. So of course I got excited over that. This was something I could do that he liked. This we could both enjoy, safely here in my house. Gun in the house or not.
Charlie slept like the dead.
Well, except just a little while ago.
But we could do this!
"Come back tonight," I whispered in a rush.
He paused in packing, not looking up at me.
"Come back, tonight. I'll leave the window open," I said, stepping towards him.
He shook his head, frowning.
"That's not a good idea, Bella," he replied, shoving the last of his books into his bag.
"I'll leave my window open," I said. "You know I worry about someone breaking in. I'll leave my window open for you. You'll have to come, so I feel safe."
His frown deepened and he shook his head.
"I don't want to piss your dad off," he argued.
"So you'll have to be quiet," I challenged and wiggled my eyebrows. "And keep me quiet."
He groaned and let out a nervous chuckle.
"You're killing me, Bella," he whispered. "I gotta go."
I walked with him to the door, pouting when his lips brushed over my temple before he murmured his good nights.
"I'm serious," I said as he stepped out on the porch.
He let out a frustrated groan and shrugged.
"Maybe," he muttered, walking backwards towards his car. "We'll see. Don't count on it though, okay? I shouldn't have said anything. I'll pick you up tomorrow."
He waved to me and climbed into his car, starting it up and driving away in a matter of seconds.
Fleeing the scene.
I sighed and went back inside, fixing Charlie his dinner and retreating to my room sometime after nine. Charlie poked his head in around ten to say goodnight, and after I was sure he was asleep, I moved to my window, contemplating.
If I opened it and he came, it would be a sign of moving forward.
But what if he didn't come?
What if I opened my room to all the monsters that haunted my dreams when I was alone?
I remembered the dream with Mike Newton.
What if I left it closed and Edward came? Would he see that as me rejecting him?
I opened the window, letting the cool air wash over me. Offering me some resolve.
He'd come.
I was sure of it.
And if not, I had a baseball bat by my bed.
I looked out into the night, seeing the world a little differently with the half moon shining.
The shadows were a little darker, spiking my nerves at all the possible hiding things out there.
I hurried to my bed, contemplating if I should strip down to just my underwear, or stay clothed. I supposed if he showed up, I would kill him if I were naked under the blankets. I pulled off my sleep pants and sat against the headboard, waiting.
My eyes grew heavy, the week starting to catch up with me. I fought them, looking at the time and frowning.
It was after eleven. Almost midnight.
Maybe I had hoped for too much.
I shifted in my bed, lying down on my side, facing the window, fighting to keep my eyes open.
I wanted to see him climb in.
He had to come.
This was a step, right?
Midnight came, and my eyes crossed until I saw two windows.
I thought about getting up to close the window, but I couldn't bring myself to get out of the warmth of my bed and close off my invitation to Edward.
My eyes closed.
I'd rest them for just a moment.
It was only a minute.
And then I heard it.
"Bella."
My eyes flew open at the sound of my name.
And the lanky figure slipping into the window, his hair a mess from the climb or the wind.
Or the nervous tugging he was doing as he made his way slowly towards me.
I smiled and pulled my blankets to the side for him, welcoming him into my bed.
He slowly slipped his coat and jeans to the floor, sliding in behind me, the cold of his body making me shiver. He nuzzled against me, his lips kissing my shoulder briefly before moving to just below my ear. I smiled at the feeling of him wrapped around me, hands exploring.
I knew it.
Edward came.
Well, he was here anyway.
I was hoping the coming would be the next step.
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AN: yep…left it there… Edward gets to tell us what goes on in the bedroom….
Tomorrow.
Thanks my dears!
MWAH!
steph