Happy weekend all! I feel terrible for taking so long, but with the cold and this upcoming show, my time was reduced to a few hours of sleep and incoherent thoughts. So I apologize if anything in this chapter doesn't make sense. It took my much longer to write than I am used to.
I am sorry to say I will be slow updating in the coming week. This next show is a doozy, so bear with me and I'll get you something before next weekend I promise.
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Chapter 52: I hoped I paired up well with baked ziti.
BPOV
I could watch Edward Cullen sleep beside me forever.
Soft angles, relaxed in sleep, he looked innocent sleeping beside me. A slight smile upturning his lips as his eyes danced under his eyelids. And then there was the heat of him against me, arm wrapped beneath my head like an Edward pillow, cradling under my neck so that his fingertips brushed against my forearm as he dreamt.
Edward Cullen was sleeping in my bed.
I smiled and sighed against him, more happy than I had ever been.
He loved me.
He hadn't freaked out on me when I said it back.
I cuddled a little more closely, my thigh moving over his to find him hard under the blanket.
He was superhuman.
He had been asleep for more than an hour, was it too soon to wake him up again?
I shifted against him again, enjoying the roughness of his thigh under mine.
Shoot, moving like that made me need to pee.
Would he wake up if I got up to pee?
I lay there with him for a few more minutes, the pressure in my bladder becoming more urgent as I lay there trying to ignore it.
I'd just slip out. Pee and come back.
And then wake him up.
It was almost nine and I had no idea when he needed to go home.
I managed to slip out of his hold without waking him and tip toed to the bathroom, snatching up his t-shirt on the way. My underwear was nowhere to be found. Sitting on the commode to do my business, I winced at the burn.
I was more tender than I thought.
And I felt a little sticky.
And smelled like latex.
Ewww.
Not sexy.
I cleaned up, the warm washcloth feeling good against my tender parts.
I sure hoped this was just the temporary side effects of virginity.
Because I planned on more.
And frequently.
I wanted to test that myth of walking funny the next day after really great sex.
I smirked at myself in the mirror until I noticed my hair, which seemed to be inches shorter.
But making up for it in poof.
Wow, if Charlie came home before I had a chance to brush this, that would have been awkward!
Thinking of Charlie made me realize that I needed to call him before too long. Otherwise he'd call me.
And who knew if I'd be able to get to the phone.
I smirked again and made my way out of the bathroom, peaking in to make sure Edward was still asleep before going downstairs to the kitchen for the phone. Of course as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, the phone rang.
It was like Charlie had a sixth sense.
I rushed to the phone so it wouldn't wake up Edward.
"Hello?"
"Bells?" Charlie said on the other side. "You didn't pick up your cell, so I worried."
I winced and closed my eyes, remembering I had turned the volume down at work.
"Sorry Dad, I was just getting ready to call you," I said, shifting gears.
"Oh really? I thought you'd be out with Edward?"
"Um, yeah. It was a long day," I hedged.
I could here him clear his throat.
"Ok," he started. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe."
I could feel the loaded meaning in the statement.
"I'm safe, Dad, not to worry," I replied awkwardly.
Please don't ask if Edward's here.
Please don't….
"So you'll be all right if I don't come home tonight?" he said, his voice a little soft like he was trying not to let anyone hear.
"I'll be fine, Dad," I replied, fighting the awkward feeling of knowing your Dad might be getting it on and you're not supposed to know.
"It's just easier if I chill here," he said, rationalizing.
"Of course," I agreed, wanting this part of the conversation to be over now.
"Well, all right then," he replied, clearing his throat again.
"Well, you be safe Dad," I said, and cringed, meaning the fishing in the morning, but knowing it sounded like his same round about way of warning.
"I'll see you around two, Bells," he replied, the fatherly bit coming through loud and clear. "Can I expect Edward there when I get home?"
"We'll see, Dad," I said, exasperated.
"Night, Bells. Don't stay up too late," he mumbled.
"You too Dad," I teased.
I hung up and shook my head at my dad.
He was pretty cool, but I was sure I'd get interrogated when he got home.
I'd have to be sure the sheets were washed before he got out his crime scene kit.
He'd do it too, just to drive me crazy.
"There you are."
I jumped at the sound of Edward's voice behind me, his eyes going wide at my being startled.
"Sorry," he said quickly, coming to me as I leaned back into the counter in relief.
"I'm just not used to having someone here," I breathed and took his hand when he reached out to touch me.
I closed my eyes and hummed softly when he stepped closer, his arm coming around me loosely.
"I missed you in bed," he whispered softly against my cheek.
He was in only his jeans, his shirt having been stolen by me. I was internally pleased I had done so now that his warm chest pressed against mine, my fingers skirting across his smooth back.
"I figured I better call my Dad before he sent the brute squad over here to check on me," I said and looked up into his cautious eyes.
"Is he on his way home?" he asked and licked at his lips.
I shook my head.
"He'll be home tomorrow," I replied and paused.
Should I ask him to stay the night?
What would Esme think?
"How late can you stay?" I said instead, giving him the choice.
A lazy smile spread across his face and he pulled into me a little tighter, his body flush with mine.
"As long as you like," he murmured and kissed me then, long and slow.
Kissing Edward, with no fear of being interrupted was simply divine.
I sighed and melted into his arms, the counter and his hard body holding me in place while his tongue explored my mouth.
It wasn't until I felt and heard a rumbling against me that we finally drew apart.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, smirking. "We sort of missed the dinner part of the date."
He blushed and looked down between us.
"I liked how it went," he said, still smiling. His stomach rumbled again and I slowly pushed him away.
"I had dinner ready to throw together when you got here," I said and slipped from his grasp towards the refrigerator. "I'd hate for you go hungry."
His eyes darkened and he licked at his lips again.
"I'm always hungry, Bella."
Oh. We weren't talking about food.
Nice.
My slightly sore parts decided a little pain was just fine.
"Then let's take care of that," I replied, my voice more throaty than I realized.
He groaned and rubbed at his belly briefly before pushing away from the counter, edging towards me.
"How long will dinner take?" he asked as he closed in. His hands brushed over my shoulders and down my arms, his fingers finally landing on the sides of my legs, tickling the bare skin there.
Those fingertips made me want to push them up under the shirt to find the surprise of no undies.
"Half an hour to heat up," I whispered, knowing that I was already well and truly heated up.
He groaned again and looked down at where his fingers teased.
So close. I could already feel myself tingling.
"We'll have to find something to do in the meantime then," he replied and let out a long breath, taking a measured step back, to give me room to work.
But his eyes burned as I stood there. I had to shake myself to get my body moving. His wicked grin told me he knew just what he did to me. He sauntered over to the table and sat down, pulling the chair out so he could watch me work, his long legs sprawled out casually.
Thank goodness it was ziti I had made. Cooked ahead of time, I just had to throw it in the oven to let it heat up and get the cheese to melt. I worked quickly, tossing it in the oven before it had even warmed up.
When I turned around to face him, his eyes were slitted, eyeing where the shirt ended.
"You're not wearing underwear," he breathed.
I shifted my stance, my thighs clenching.
"Couldn't find them," I replied softly and started towards him, hoping for seduction.
He swallowed and I could tell his breathing had picked up.
"I didn't bring anything," he started and then clenched his eyes closed. "And you're sore."
I watched him as he shifted in his seat, clearly hard again.
Damn he had some great recuperative abilities.
No wonder why he looked like he was hard all the time.
I idly wondered if there was a World Record for hard-ons or how many times a couple could have sex.
It would be the only sport I could get into.
Who cared about saddle soreness?
"Bella," he hissed. "You need to stop looking at me like you want to devour me or I just might want you to."
I lunged for him, practically tipping over the chair he sat in, his strength the only thing keeping us from falling. I kissed him hard, feeling his body stiffen and move under me as he groaned into my mouth, his hands spreading over my back.
He brought out the hungry beast in me.
Just as fast as I had lunged for him, he seemed to propel me back, sprawled across the table with him leaning over me, breathing hard. His eyes were wild as he looked me over, hands sliding down until they traced along my thighs.
"There are so many reasons for us to stop," he breathed.
I couldn't think of a single one.
"Your father warned me to take care of you, not to hurt you," he whispered, one hand slipping between my legs to cup me gently. "You're sore."
I shook my head, words refusing to come out.
He laughed dangerously low and manoeuvred himself in between my legs, spreading them slightly. His hand continued to palm me.
"I didn't bring protection down here," he whispered and leaned closer, his chest pressing into mine as his lips searched along my neck.
My breathing picked up at his touch.
There were other things we could do.
I pressed my foot into his lower back, urging him closer.
Friction. Needed to feel him more.
"And you are so wet for me right now that I'll have to explain that to Esme when she goes to wash these jeans," he growled, pulling away just enough to look down into my eyes.
He pressed his hand against me again, the heel of his palm pushing against my clit.
Moaning, I pushed harder into his hand.
And then it was gone and he wasn't pressing against me anymore.
I opened my eyes in surprise, only to widen them when his lips found the inside of my knee. He was sitting in his chair again, hands sliding down my thighs until he reached my knees, where he wrapped his fingers around gently and pushed them outward.
So that he could see all of me.
Eyes feasting.
I shook with need. A few weeks ago, I might have been embarrassed to be in this position.
Lying on our dinner table, in only a boy's t-shirt that was riding up from the squirming. With said boy in between my knees looking at my goods like they were a gourmet meal.
If I wasn't gushing before, I was most certainly giving him a show now.
"Beautiful."
I let out a throaty moan and slipped my feet up on top of his thighs, only to flex my hips when I felt his lips travelling up one thigh.
I was burning for him, wishing he would move faster. Aching.
And then his teeth tasted the meaty part of my inner thigh, making me cry out and lurch at the feeling.
A delicious pinching that went straight to my middle.
I watched as his head looked up gauging my reaction.
Oh boy, do that again.
He seemed to know I enjoyed it, his head dipping down again and I felt his mouth on me again, this time sucking and licking the area he had just bitten. My body relaxed from the shock, only to jump again when he bit me once more, a little higher up.
Leaving me whimpering for him to move higher.
"Do you like that?" he said huskily, sucking on the spot again, his tongue pressed against the mark.
I could only nod furiously and reach for his hair, tugging him closer.
But he was insistent on his attentions, moving to the other leg and repeating his love bites, nipping and then sucking and licking. The sensation was mind-blowing, causing my body to shake and tremble against his hands that held me still for his attention.
So much tactile stimulation was going on so that when I felt his tongue brush against my sex, I cried out and thrust hard against him.
Too much.
How could the simple act of biting make me so incredibly horny and needy?
Is this what kinky was?
Fuck yeah, more please!
"God, more Edward," I whimpered, not caring how much it sounded like begging.
Because his mouth was on me, staking a claim on me.
Firm lips enveloping.
Tongue exploring, twirling. Flattening and then stroking.
Hands at my thighs, moving to hold onto my hips.
Holding me tight to keep me still.
And then the teeth again.
I shattered into a million pieces when he took my clit between his teeth, careful not to bite too hard.
Who cares?
I was flying.
Crying.
Shaking.
Hard to breathe.
Panting.
And then I felt his body along mine again, lips travelling up my throat, hands moving to my head, cradling. My eyes fluttered open to find him grinning down at me, licking at his lips like he had enjoyed his first course.
Damn that was hot.
I hoped I paired up well with baked ziti.
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss my softly on the forehead. I was weak and spent, happy to simply lay there where Charlie and I had eaten dinner night after night over the years.
The visual would be a little different now of course.
I couldn't hold back the giggle as it bubbled out of my throat.
"What?" he asked, grinning down at me.
I shook my head and closed my eyes, laughing a little harder.
"I'll never be able to sit here with Charlie and not blush, ever again!" I wheezed.
He slid from me to sit back down in the chair, hand brushing through his hair, as if embarrassed. I sat up and touched him softly along the jaw, smiling down at him.
"I liked it, Edward," I whispered, enjoying his timid smile. "I'll like thinking about it every night I sit here."
He ducked his head, but I could see his was smiling. When he looked up again, there was something a little darker playing in his eyes.
"You really liked it? What I did?"
He was getting me worked up again, just by simply asking.
I nodded, sliding forward towards him before I leaned a bit to kiss him.
"I really, really liked it," I mumbled against his lips.
His arms slid around my waist and the two of us remained there for some time until the smell of cooking pasta drew him away again, stomach rumbling.
"I should go clean up and call my mom," he said, all smiles. "You really want me to stay?"
I rolled my eyes at him and stood up, hands on hips.
"Yes, Edward Cullen. I want you to stay," I said, all sass. "I still have my turn to do."
His eyes widened, the shy smile spitting open in a full grin before he stood with me and kissed me again with more vigor. The oven timer pinged, alerting us that dinner was ready.
"I'll be right back," he mumbled and disappeared up stairs.
I busied myself with pulling the baking dish out of the oven. I was reaching for bowls when I felt hands wrap around me once more, Edward's mouth taking the shell of my ear gently.
"You know when you reach up like that, I can see your beautiful ass?" he whispered, sending new thrills through me. Just to prove his point, he slid one hand down and pinched my bared ass. I yelped and giggled against him.
He chuckled and reached up to grab a soup bowl, nudging me gently to let me know he was still pent up.
"Let's share and eat up quick. I want to take you back to bed while we still can," he said softly and when I turned to look up at him, his eyes were dark again.
Dark and playful.
I had a feeling we were going to be playful all the time.
He was insatiable.
And I was just as needy for him.
He let me go to spoon in a large portion into our bowl. He grabbed a couple of waters from the fridge and settled back down at the table, tracing his fingers over where I had lain.
Oh. Wow. I'd have to clean that before Charlie got home.
Eww.
I mean, it wasn't like I had… you know… marked it. But my ass had been sliding all over that table.
Gross.
Edward's hungry smile pushed that thought out of my head instantly. I grabbed a fork and made my way over to him, throwing one leg over him before a thought came to me. He watched me quizzically as I stepped into the mudroom, returning with a hand towel, which I threw over his lap. I grabbed the bowl again and surprised him when I sat down, straddling his lap so that we faced one another comfortably.
He looked down at the towel and chuckled, hands sliding back up my body until they wrapped around me, holding me as I leaned back, getting comfortable.
I skewered a couple noodles and pulled them out of the bowl, blowing softly before offering it to him. His eyes crinkled in amusement before he opened his mouth, allowing me to place the food in it. His eyes closed and he hummed in appreciation as he ate, holding me a little closer while I took a bite for myself. We managed to empty the bowl quickly, alternating between feeding him and taking a bite myself, Edward sneaking in kisses every few bites.
When we were done, he plucked the bowl from my hands and stood up, holding me easily in his arms.
"Bed time," he growled and carried me back up the stairs, my giggling bouncing off the walls until he plopped me onto the bed, staring down at me.
Still hungry.
Time for the third course?
He continued to eye me from the side of the bed, my body warming at his appreciative stare.
Did he have any idea what he did to me?
I mean, the obvious was easy to see. But did he understand just how much my soul needed him?
So deeply, I felt him becoming so much a part of me.
"I need you," I whispered, feeling overwhelmed at the feeling in my stomach.
So much love for him. So much I needed him to know I really and truly loved him.
We had said the words. I saw it in his eyes that he loved me.
But I wanted him to understand.
This was so much more to me than just sex and caring for a guy.
He slowly stripped down, his nakedness before me cementing my feelings for him.
He was perfect.
And he stood there unashamedly as I stared.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered in awe and rose up on my knees so that I could touch him.
He let out a slow relaxed breath when my fingers touched his chest. I had traced his flesh before, but this time it meant more.
He was mine. And I was his. All the crap from our lives was left at the door.
It was just he and I.
And I wanted to show him.
"Come lay with me," I whispered, taking his hand to pull him down. He climbed into bed easily, allowing my hands to move across him once more, his own fingers playing with my hair, easing it out of the holder I had thrown it up in.
"I want to show you," I whispered softly, his eyes sliding up to find mine when I spoke.
"Show me what?" he asked.
"How much I love you."
His smile brightened and he shook his head, bashful again.
"I know how much you love me, Bella," he whispered and leaned in to kiss me. "I've never met anyone who loves me like you do."
I eased him back onto his back, straddling him while I kissed him deeply. He groaned and adjusted under me, nothing between us but the briefest bit of air before I pressed against him, enjoying the heat of him against the warmth of me.
"Bella," he groaned and shook his head, moving against me once before breaking off the kiss. "Condom, baby. I won't last like this if you keep doing that."
I grabbed a packet, opening it up as before I sat back to take in his perfection once more.
Hard and ready, how he thought he hid it those days in his jeans, I'd never know.
But it wasn't hiding now. It was there, waiting for me.
I licked my lips and slowly covered him, watching his eyes close at the feeling of my hand on him, even with the condom on.
"You feel so good there," he breathed.
I stroked him slowly, working him up until he was panting and opening his eyes to plead with me. I adjusted again, rising up and over him before I settled down again, my hand guiding him to where we both wanted. Stinging as he entered me again, but I closed my eyes and simply took in the sounds of his harsh breath, and the hammering heart in my head.
He fit so perfectly.
I paused when he was deeply nestled inside of me, enjoying the burn. Enjoying how he filled me. Completely. He groaned and his hips turned upward, silently begging me to move. Sitting up, I slowly pulled off his shirt, revealing the rest of me for his watchful gaze.
And then I moved.
Just a simple slow rocking of the hips. Knees spread wide on either side of his hips, hands on his chest. He looked up at me as if in reverence, his mouth slightly open as he fought to breathe. I rotated my hips when he was deep inside of me and we both groaned.
Slowly I grew more comfortable with this new position. I liked having this little bit of control.
Rocking.
Rotating.
Groaning and saying his name softly into the darkened room, my shadow dancing on the wall from the side lamp. His hands moved to my hips, holding me a little harder as his hips joined in, pushing a little faster, urging me on.
"This doesn't hurt, does it?" he said, his voice strained.
I hummed shaking my head and I leaned back a little, letting his thrusts move up into me for a time, sighing when I felt one hand slid up to cup my breast.
And then his arms were wrapped around me, his mouth on my breast as he sucked and kissed while I moved, our bodies tightly held by one another everywhere. His breath came a little harder, his mouth finding mine to nip and suck, hands pulling me down over him so that his hips could take over, quickening the pace as we both drew close.
"So close," he hissed and grabbed at my ass when his hips started to push harder, threatening to push me into the headboard. I could hear it hitting the wall, a quick rhythm that knocked and banged about in an ever-increasing beat.
I held onto the headboard, my body covering his as he pushed harder and harder, calling out my name over and over with each thrust.
My climax came when he pushed me down hard and jerked inside me, his voice garbled as he let go.
I lay on top of him, spent and happy, listening to his heart as it slowed from the calamitous thundering it had achieved from making love. I smiled and rubbed my cheek against his hair over his heart, happy to know that I did that for him.
He hummed contentedly beneath me and let his hands rest over my ass, his fingertips tickling right where my rump and my thigh met.
"I love your ass," he said, chuckling. "One day I hope you're bad so I can spank it."
My head shot up to look down at him in shock, his own eyes growing wide at his post coital-induced admission. He opened his mouth to speak, but I placed my finger over his lips, quieting him. Looking at his face, I could tell he was suddenly apprehensive.
He was afraid of what I would think.
You wouldn't like what I want, he had said once.
"Is that what you're afraid to tell me?" I asked softly gazing into his eyes. "The things you want to do, but think I won't like?"
He swallowed and closed his eyes, his body stiffening under mine in quite a different way.
Why did he have to feel like his wants were bad?
I hated that they had done this to him.
I knew other people liked those kinds of things. Normal couples got up into some kinkier stuff. It was normal.
"I want you to," I whispered, his eyes shooting open again, this time his shocked.
He remained quiet for a time, his eyes becoming more wary as I lay there over him. He was still nestled inside me just barely, our connection still tangible.
"I need to clean up," he croaked and gently extricated me from his body, laying me on the bed as he made a quick exit to the bathroom.
Well shit.
I sat there, naked in my bedroom, my skin starting to cool in the sex scented room. I put my head in my hands and slumped sideways, hating that we had somehow ruined that special moment.
Let the world in for just a second.
That stupid, judgemental world that had no business interfering.
"You wouldn't like it."
I peeked through my fingers to find Edward standing by the door, his profile framed by the light from the hallway.
"What wouldn't I like?" I asked, watching him as he slowly made his way towards me, a towel in his hands.
He looked down at the floor and sat rigid on the side of the bed, his body in profile.
"The things I did. What I like. I don't know if I even want to do them anymore. But sometimes, I think about those things with you. I picture doing them with you," he whispered.
I shuffled closer to him, my hand finding his arm as it sat tense over his thigh.
"We're just learning each other, Edward. And so far I enjoy everything we do," I said, looking up at his clenched jaw. "You don't know I won't like it unless you ask. Unless we try it."
He grunted and glanced at me sideways.
"And you'd like me to spank you?" he asked, a little incredulous.
I turned my face so that I could see him better and shrugged.
"Depending on the context, maybe," I said, my body clenching a bit at the idea of his hand smacking me in the heat of some good and rough sex.
I had an imagination too.
He eyed me doubtfully for a moment and cleared his throat.
"You bit me earlier, and I liked it," he confessed. "Which is why I tried on you. But other things are more intense, I don't know if I you'd like it. You're too strong for some things. And too delicate for others."
"You haven't asked me," I argued gently and pulled on his arm, drawing his attention back to me.
It didn't make me happy that he thought I was too delicate.
I was not a piece of china.
And what made her more durable than me?
"Edward, we have a different relationship than what you had before. I don't know what this felt like for you, but for me it was incredible. We are different than that. It's more."
He blushed and nodded.
"I don't like comparing you to her," he mumbled.
Well, good. I didn't want to be compared to her.
"But there are things I liked."
I reached up and hooked my hand around his neck, pulling him down to me in a searching kiss. When he finally broke away, I gazed up into his conflicted eyes and shook my head.
"So we'll see, Edward. I love you, and everything about you," I said and kissed him again. "We can make our own way. You just have to show me. Tell me."
He shifted along side of me and pulled me close, so that my head fell easily against his shoulder, a comfortable nuzzling embrace as we lay there. He was quiet for sometime, thinking I was sure.
Would he tell me?
Or would he let it fester in his brain.
Maybe he needed to talk with Alice about it.
Maybe he had already and she had told him it was not a good idea.
"I don't want you to be my sub," he whispered in the dark, his voice a little fragile.
I waited for him to continue, feeling he was gearing up to say more.
"But I don't want to be submissive either."
I turned my head so it rested on my hand over his chest and looked up at his cautious eyes once more.
"Who says we have to be that way?" I asked. " I think partners are supposed to compliment one another. Sometimes you lead, sometimes I do."
I had no idea, really. I was going to have to research his old lifestyle. I hadn't yet because I had no idea whether it was something he wanted.
"I don't know," he confessed. "Maybe it's just a matter of trial and error."
I smiled tenderly up at him, his body relaxing some under mine.
"Our own little experiment?" I teased gently.
His smile crept across his face and he laughed.
"Yeah, maybe. It is Biology after all," he said and then his eyes widened and he looked around the room, searching for something. "Where's Junior?"
I smiled and pointed at the box on my dresser.
"Fast asleep," I said simply. He looked over at the box and shook his head.
"Probably heard the whole thing," he grunted.
I rolled my eyes again.
What was it with the guys? Inanimate objects didn't care!
"I'm sure FC didn't hear a thing," I said.
He raised his eyebrow at me and smirked.
"Not being able to see, his other senses are more heightened, you know," he said.
"I have heard that. I'd like to experiment with that sometime," I offered, seeing his eyes darken a little. "Is blindfolding one of the things you'd like to try?"
He swallowed and nodded.
"You don't know how excited I got that day I covered your eyes," he breathed.
I thought about that day, how he had not only covered my eyes, but trapped my hands too. I looked back up into his dark eyes and took a deep breath.
"I want you to tie me up once. I want to see what that's like," I whispered.
The energy in his eyes changed, becoming darker and more needy as I felt his breathing change.
"I want to do that to you, so badly," he replied huskily.
He pulled me back into my spot on his shoulder, his breath struggling to calm once more.
"We should get some sleep," he whispered. "Talking about this is only going to make me want you again and I don't want you too worked over to say no tomorrow."
"You have plans for us tomorrow?" I asked, smiling against his chest.
"Mom said tonight that she's going to Port Angeles tomorrow. I want to take you to my house. We'll be alone there," he said, and I could hear the desire in his voice. "And maybe we can try something."
"I'd like that," I sighed and felt the excitement rush through me, even though I was tired.
He held me a little closer and was quiet for a while, his hand stroking through my hair in a hypnotic rhythm. Just as my eyes started to flutter closed, I heard him sigh.
"Thank you for letting me stay," he whispered. "I've never felt more at ease than I do now with you in my arms."
"I wish you could stay like this every night," I mumbled, relaxed and content in his warmth, my body growing heavy.
"I'm glad you moved here, Bella."
"I'm glad you walked me to Biology."
"I'm glad you sat next to me."
"I'm glad you groped me in the library."
"What?"
I giggled at the shock in his voice.
"Wait. You liked me then? I practically molested you?"
I squeezed him a little harder.
"Yeah, and if you hadn't run, we could have been doing this weeks earlier," I teased.
I felt his arms tighten around me again.
"No, this was better," he murmured and I felt him kiss my head. "I needed to figure myself out a little."
I squeezed him back, smiling in the dark.
"We're here now. I won't let anyone screw that up," I whispered, a promise I intended on keeping.
"Me too," he replied in the dark. "No one is going to mess this up."
We lay there in the darkness, my eyes growing heavier in the silence.
But as I drifted off, my mind continued to dwell on just that.
At some point, I knew someone would try to come between us.
Dr. Cullen wasn't going to sit back and let us happen without a fight.
He just didn't know that I was more than ready to fight.
For Edward.
For us.
~~oo~~
Wow, long long long.
But hopefully this will make up for my lack of updates this week. I promise to pick up again to something a little more regular, just as soon as this mother of all shows is open. Bear with me, I probably won't get another update out for a few days.
Thanks for hanging in there!
More soon!
Maybe of the kinky variety!
MWAH!
steph