Twilight still belongs to SM. And there's not a chance in hell she'd claim this, which is MINE. And I happen to love it.
That being said... it is what it is, made up words and all. And it's right down there...
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Chapter Eleven: Pandora's Box
"He's GORGEOUS!"
"I know, believe me."
"And you really like him. And not just because he's gorgeous. It's so much more than that... You're even blushing!"
"No I'm not."
I give her a look that says You're seeing things, and shake a cigarette from my pack and put it between my lips. I gesture the pack towards her before I toss it down, and she makes a face, but grabs one anyway.
"You know I quit forever ago... and don't you dare tell Jasper, but damn, I need one after that kiss I saw. And oh yes, Scarlet, you are. And I love it."
I light her cigarette, and then my own, taking a deep drag and letting it out with a laugh, "Tell Jasper? Please... it's fun keeping secrets from detective boy." And vital to my freedom. And life... We execute here, right? "And why do you love it, Alice?"
"Detective man, thank you. Which you know, and which should really creep me out, but doesn't. By the way, have I ever thanked you for him?"
"Yes, sweetie, you have. Many, many, many times."
"Okay. Good." She smiles wistfully, cementing for the millionth time that I did the right thing by giving him up for her. "And I love it, because I want you to be happy. And you blushing means he's someone special. I haven't seen you blush since we were teenagers and you told me about the first time Jasper licked your-"
She stops, and laughs at my furiously shaking head and Please don't say it eyes, and then takes a long drag of her cigarette. She lets it out with a contented sigh, and a wicked smile. "Seriously, Bella... THANK YOU."
"You're welcome," I laugh, "I'm glad he's taking good care of my girl. That's what I wanted."
"He definitely is. And I want someone to take care of you."
"I can take care of myself, Alice."
"I know. But you can't do everything... but by the looks of that kiss, I think he can. So tell me, Bella... what else has Agent Cullen done with that cocky mouth of his?"
My fingers tingle at the memory...
And then something else does...
Everything...
And damn, it feels good to have hope.
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"Do I get to meet another one of your friends today?"
After returning to the solid ground of my garage floor - after jumping ten feet in the air - I turn around to face him. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Why? Doing something you shouldn't be?"
I slide Pandora's box back under the bench with the back of my shoe and try to return my breathing to normal. "No. Because you creep around like a crazy stalker."
"Creep? Crazy? And again with stalker? That's a bit much, Bella, don't you think? I merely saw an open door and came to check on you. Call it concern."
"The side door, which you can't see from your side, which means you were creeping around my property. Again. Because you're a crazy, creepy, cocky stalker. And just because you're too beautiful for your own good," and mine... "and just because it's open, doesn't mean you shouldn't knock before entering." Ever... "You know... since it's mine and not yours." My secrets... that I don't want you to know about...
He walks towards me, his voice low but commanding, "We'll see what's mine and what's yours... and what I knock... and what I enter... and everything else you said, but right now, I want to know whose truck is in your driveway. And you're going to tell me."
"Am I?" I laugh, as he pulls me against him, "Mr. JEALOUS, I mean... Concerned?"
"Yes," he breathes across my mouth, "You are, regardless of what you call me."
"Well, it... and the space you're violating now, again, is mine. Any other questions?"
"Just one." He runs his tongue over my lips and down my chin, tracing the line of my jaw until he reaches my ear. "When are you going to let me violate the rest of you?"
Holy hell...
If he doesn't stop sucking on my neck, it's going to be now...
I open my mouth to speak, though I have no idea what would have come out of it, and he puts one long, wet-dream-inspiring finger to my lips, his hot breath in my ear again. "Don't give me the answer you think you should give me. Give me the answer you feel."
But...
I can't...
Oh, fuck it. "Now."
"That's good, Bella... " He runs his nose down my neck, inhaling my scent, his lips whispering over my flushed skin, "...because I can't wait another second to have you."
And in less than that, I'm lifted up and slammed onto the solid wood bench behind me. His mouth is again feasting on my neck and his hands are moving down my legs.
Mine are in his hair, ignoring the protest my brain is telling me to shout, as his reach my ankles and then pull my shoes from my feet, dropping them to the cement floor.
And then they're back on me, his hands...
Unbuttoning my blouse, before he impatiently rips it open, sending the buttons flying.
And my heart racing.
He moves from my devoured neck and looks at me...
My ruined blouse...
My heaving breasts in their red satin prison...
My goose-pimpled flesh...
And then into my eyes...
And I know that whatever he wants is his.
I won't say no.
I won't stop him...
And I don't, as he pulls my hands from his hair and yanks my blouse down my arms, leaving it at my wrists, confining me in a makeshift restraint as he moves to my jeans.
They're unbuttoned, unzipped, and yanked from me in one frenzied, but masterful movement, and then his mouth is at my breasts.
He trails his tongue along the top edge of my bra, down one side and up the other, his hands around my hips.
I watch him in anticipation, silently pleading for him to release me. My nipples are hard and ache painfully, and I want his mouth to soothe them.
But he doesn't remove it, instead flicking his tongue over the hardened peak of one through the satin.
Fuck...
The surprising sensation of it makes me arch my back and brace myself on the wood beneath me, my breasts reaching out to him in a plea for mercy. But one more flick of his tongue to the yet-attended-to bud is all he gives me.
And words that make my racing heart still... "You have my word that I will leave no part of you undiscovered, or unworshiped, in time... but I've thought of nothing else but your long legs wrapped around my neck since I got a taste of you last night... and I'm going to have what I want. And I'm going to have it now."
The response from my own mouth is unintelligible as he yanks me hard to the end of the bench.
And perhaps inhuman as he grips the sides of my panties in his long fingers and rips them to tatters to get to what he wants.
And, dear God, what he wants is me...
And he's taking it.
With not a second wasted.
And that dream I had last night...
I should be whipped for its insult to this man's mouth.
This man that is special.
And if I didn't believe that he thought I was special...
I believe it now.
From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I believe it.
And my throbbing...
Dripping wet...
Thoroughly discovered...
Masterfully worshiped...
My... "My God!"
It believes it, too.
I think he's just fallen in love with it.
And because I'm not that selfless girl anymore...
The one that gave something away...
The one that pushed it away...
I beg him to love it more as my legs clench around his neck like a vice, pulling his beautifully stubbled face greedily against me.
I want it.
I want to keep it for as long as he'll let me.
As long as he's willing to stay...
I don't know how my selfish need doesn't suffocate him, but the deep, appreciative moan that reverberates from his mouth on my ravaged flesh is like a Thank you, and he only buries himself deeper within it.
Buries himself...
Buries me...
Under layer upon layer upon layer of mind-numbing ecstasy.
As he takes what he wants.
And what I never want him to stop wanting.
Never want him to stop taking.
Never want him to stop claiming...
Ever.
I am claimed.
Owned.
By the man that could end me.
Literally.
And does...
Figuratively.
As I shatter all over his beautiful stubbled face.
With my trembling legs wrapped around his neck.
Like he wanted.
And me...
Because I invited him into my space.
Only him.
Only...
Not?
Because now someone else is here.
Here...
In my space.
A car door...
Slamming...
Outside.
Shit!
Footsteps on pavement...
Only a few feet away from the open garage door.
And I'm... fuck!
And he's... smirking proudly, his face glistening with his accomplishment.
Unbelievable... seriously... but really?
He chuckles as I try to fix my blouse, because it only has two buttons left on it, and though I know he's arrogant, his current state of calm surprises me. Really?
"Excuse me, Mr. Territorial, but someone is about to walk in here and see your land in all its natural glory. Is that really okay with you?"
"Of course not. I don't share. AT ALL."
He walks towards the open door before I can say another word, or ask for my jeans from where he threw them a few feet away.
A few feet too far, because I know I don't have any legs...
Because he took those, too...
But I have no choice but to test their use...
Test what he left behind...
And slide down from the bench...
And land hard on my ass on the cold cement floor with a loud screech...
When they do as I expected and buckle beneath me.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"Hello, Alice," I hear Edward say...
Which makes sense, since she had my car and I knew she'd be back...
Like he is...
Strolling over to tend to his ravaged land.
And laugh at her. "Are you okay?" he asks me, making very little effort to control his amusement, which turns into full-on cracking up as Alice comes running behind him.
Alice, who he apparently doesn't care what she sees...
"Bella, are you- Oh!"
She gasps as she takes in my appearance...
Blouse with two buttons, covering nothing.
Nothing... like I'm wearing, except for socks.
Bare legs... splayed open...
And now...
She joins him in his cruel, and unfunny song. Thanks, Alice... and after all I've done for you...
I turn my glare from her to Edward, and smack him on the arm as he lifts me from the freezing floor, but he only laughs harder and plops me back down on the bench.
Alice comes up with one hand covering her mouth - not that it does anything to muffle the sound - and my jeans in the other, putting them in a smirking Edward's outstretched hand.
"Are there panties somewhere?" she asks, barely getting the words out before she spots the pieces of ripped satin on the floor.
And because she's laughing so hard...
My mouth drops open as she dares to pick them up and grins wickedly at Edward. "I really like you. You're a keeper."
"So does Bella," he snickers, "And trust me, I'm not going anywhere."
Cocky bastard... "I hate you both. And Alice, put down my underwear! And for God's sake, give me my pants!" I scream, making them both burst out in laughter again.
"Pocket," Edward says, gesturing to her hand, and then down to his pants.
"Well, first... " she giggles, "...you have a little something on your face... " She dabs at his mouth and chin with the pieces of fabric - while he grins, and I stare in shock - before stuffing them into his pants pocket, while he slides my jeans over my feet and up my legs.
I glare at him again, but he's undeterred from his wicked teasing... "I took her legs away from her, the poor thing, so I'll lift her and you slide them up, okay?"
"Got it!" Alice nods enthusiastically.
"I can do it myself!" I yell, seriously fed up with both of them. "Get. Away. From. ME. Both of you!"
Edward ignores me, grasping my waist and lifting me in the air as I kick and smack at him, and Alice does her agreed-upon part and pulls them up the rest of the way and over me...
Really.
Slowly.
"Doesn't she have a great ass?" she asks him.
And I'm going to get her for this...
"Well, I haven't seen it from every angle - yet, but definitely. She's absolute perfection."
I might be just a little less mad at him for that remark, but seriously... I could kill him. And I really think I might, when he throws me over his shoulder and heads towards the door. "Alice, will you grab her shoes?"
"Sure thing!" She grabs them and catches up to us, pulling the door closed behind her. "And have you eaten, Edward? Well... food? Because the three of us should totally have lunch together so you and I can get to know each other."
No we shouldn't...
"No... Haven't had any food since the delicious breakfast Bella made me this morning. But she's quite the hostess, and gave me something even more delicious to tide me over until lunch... which I'd be happy to join you ladies for."
"Excuse me? Does anyone care what Bella wants?" I shout, as we enter the house.
"Yes, beautiful," he smiles, dropping me gently on the couch and grabbing my cigarettes from the coffee table.
He lights two, slipping one between my lips, and taking a long drag of his own, before continuing in a whoosh of smoke, as he kicks back beside me, "I assure you, all of your wants will be addressed and granted, now that I've received my invitation to do so.
"But right now, Alice has offered me a golden opportunity to get inside your head, and that... like so recently you, is something I don't want to wait another second for.
"So, what's for lunch? I'm starving."
Shit.
Can't we go back to the garage?
Because even though the evidence is there...
In there he was only hungry for me, and not what's in my head.
A Pandora's box of another sort...
And if he's as good at his job as I'm afraid he is...
Cracking open the 'encyclopedia of me' that is Alice...
Well...
I might as well just put my Pandora's box of bloody gloves in his hands.
And my hope with it.
Like my panties in his pocket...
That he ripped to shreds.
To get to what he wanted.
Me.
