WARNING:
This story may contain content that could offend readers. Story will surround storylines involving acts of dominance such as domestic discipline. This story will not contain BDSM. This story has will have spanking themes in later chapters. The following story will use mature language. This story has already been written and will contain character death in future follow ups. Lemons will not occur right away and not in every chapter this isn't Fifty Shades of fun. Please do not read this story if you think you may feel offended by the discussed themes.
Story is mine; the characters are borrowed from Stephenie Meyer
CHAPTER NINETEEN
It was the last day of filming in Rome, most of the crew would be going home after today. Venice was going to have minimal crew since it was only a two-day shoot at one location. It felt like high school everyone stopping to say their goodbyes and wish the best in the future; the only difference was people were actually including me in on it.
The scenes set for today were short, mainly because Emmett wanted to hold this big cast and crew lunch to thank everyone for their hard work. During the day they handed out ballots. Emmett was known on his films for handing out silly awards. Some of the categories this time included, most likely to screw up the Italian language, Miss/Mr. Congeniality, and best excuse for tardiness. It was all in good fun and people didn't care whether they actually won as long as the alcohol was free at the party.
Everyone came from the house that day for the party. Angela was excited to be included and she found the filming process fascinating. Emmett and Edward rented out a local restaurant and paid for the entire party themselves.
I could see Edward sitting in the corner with the gang; I had chosen to sit among the rest of the crew. This would be the last time for a while that I would see them and I was thankful for everything I've learned. I saw Carl sitting by himself so I sat with him, Angela followed. Eventually Magda sat with us, Kenny and Tommy followed. It had become a wide array of people from all different occupations.
"Alright, alright can I have everyone's attention?" Emmett's booming voice could be heard from across a field at a packed stadium.
"I hope you all are enjoying the meal and free booze." Emmett joked.
People started cheering. "I just wanted to say thank you on behalf of E=mc2 Productions and Warner Bros. for all your hard work, I know that some days were hell but everyone really rose above. I've worked with many of you before, and some of you this was for the first time. I sincerely think everyone did awesome work and I would be honored to work with you again. Now enough with this mushy crap lets hand out some awards." Everyone laughed and started banging their glasses.
"The award for M.I.A. goes to...Tommy! Great job on craft service Tommy but why the hell were my red vines always missing in action?" Emmett laughed. Tommy got up and started fist pumping, Emmett presented him with a large cowbell and told him this way they can always find him.
The awards continued on there were only five it total but with a speech from Emmett and a speech sometimes from the recipient it took awhile.
"Let's see Mister or Miss Congeniality, well I will give you a hint, it's a girl and well, let's just say she liked to get around…" Emmett said suggestively. "with different jobs. Calm down, I'm just kidding but I will say that you all did a great job on voting for this person because she truly deserves it. I am happy to present this award to our little firecracker, Bella Swan."
I snapped my head so fast to where Emmett was standing; this had to be a joke. I could feel people at my table patting my back and some people were even yelling, "Go Bella!" I slowly stood up still in a fog of shock.
I felt like I could have just won Prom Queen. I walked up to where Emmett was and he gave me a huge hug. "You deserve it!" He said as he released me. He adorned me with a sash that Magda must have made with Miss Congeniality plastered across it. It was horribly ostentatious but I adored it.
"Wow I, I don't really know what to say. I know that this is just some silly award but I wish you could feel just what this means to me. For so long I just wanted to belong and this was the first time where everyone made me feel important enough to even be thought of. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to understand and appreciate everything that you all do every day. I hope that one day I can return the favor and help you out as much as you've helped me. Thank you!"
I started to walk back to my table and people were raising a glass and cheering me as I went. I looked over to Edward's table and he smiled at me and rose a glass.
The party lasted for about an hour longer, and we all parted giving hugs and shaking hands. I knew I needed to get home to pack; my flight was leaving at nine am the next morning. Edward asked me to just pack one small bag; he said I would be more tempted to return to him if I left the majority of my belongings in Italy.
I was starting to get nervous, I was excited to go home and see my family in fact I hadn't even told them because I wanted to surprise them. On the other hand I was going to miss Edward; it felt like part of me was going to be incomplete.
I decided that before I left I was going to talk Edward into having sex. I knew I was ready to make love to him and it may be stupid but I thought there was a good chance that I would leave and Edward may realize that his life was better off without me. I knew that if that happened I would never be able to love anyone as much as I loved him and I wanted to be made loved to at least once in my life.
I think he already started feeling the loss, that night his kisses were frantic and desperate. I kissed him back with everything in me; we both shed our clothes quickly and started exploring each other's bodies. I pushed him on his back and I climbed on top of him, I started rubbing my moist pussy lightly over his harden cock while kissing him roughly.
I sat up feeling the tip pushed up against my opening. "I love you Edward, there will never be anyone for me except you."
He eyes held his love for me as he whispered, "I love you Isabella Swan." I slowly started to lower myself on him; I could feel the pain and pressure of him starting to stretch me instantly. I had just managed to get the head in when Edward pulled me off. "What are you doing?" he asked. I was lying on my back and he hovered over me almost looking frightened.
"I'm ready Edward; I love you more than anything. I want to make love; I want you to be my first." I said with conviction.
"Bella, this isn't the right time." He sadly shook his head my insides felt like they were shutting down.
"I don't understand, how can this not be the right time? When you love a person any time is the right time. Why won't you make love to me, Edward?" He could see me losing it.
"Honey, you're about to leave, there are a thousand reasons why this is not the right time."
"Name three." I demanded.
"Bella" Edward said exasperated.
"Don't Bella me. Why do you keep rejecting me? You say you love me but you don't want to make love to me. You say you want to be with me, but you don't want to be with me. Is this some kind of game to you? Do you really love me?" I implored.
"How can you ask me that? Of course I love you, it's because I love you that I don't ever want to rush things with you. You want three reasons. Number one. I don't know how you are physically going to handle this. Right now you are in pain when I just use two fingers in you. Do you really want to have to sit on a plane all day long tomorrow in pain?" He was working himself into a frenzy.
"Number two. You're leaving, what if we make love and it doesn't go well. I know you, instead of telling me that there is a problem, you will just hid it from me and then you will be seven thousand miles away and there will be nothing I can do about it. Number three. I want to know from you why now? I know you have tried for various reasons to push yourself into this but all of your reasons up until now have not been the right answer. So I want you to tell me the truth, Isabella what is your reason now?"
I looked away, oh god he was right. My reason wasn't right. I knew if I told him why I wanted this now it wouldn't go well. So instead of facing him and his interrogation I picked myself up from off his bed and huffed, "You know what never mind, I going to sleep somewhere else." Anger is usually a good deflection.
He was instantly up and blocking my exit. "Absolutely not! You are not leaving here. We are going to talk this out because that is what grownups do when they are in a relationship and like I said you will tell me what your reason is." Ok his anger was much scarier than mine.
I stood there silently, my anger slowly morphing into sadness. I would never feel the ultimate physical connection with this man. There would always be a reason that would stop him because I finally understood something about myself. I couldn't find it in me to ever be enough for him. I love him with every fiber of myself but how do I allow myself to believe that he loves me as much as I love him.
I backed into the bed, slid to the floor and broke down, "I want to be made loved to just once. I know that I will never love anyone the way I love you. I wanted to know what it was like to have that person whom I love so much be my first. Tomorrow I am going to go home and there is a chance that this time apart from each other will bring you clarity. I may come back and find that my one chance will have passed me by. I know you're going to say, of course not Bella, I will be here waiting with roses and bells on. But there will be something that happens in the next few days to change your mind and I will have lost my chance."
Edward walked over to his end table, picked something out of his drawer and walked back to where I sat. He sat down on the floor beside me and handed me a small box, "I was planning on giving this to you tomorrow, before you left. It was supposed to be your Christmas gift. I don't want you to get too excited or scared depending on how you may feel. It's not an engagement ring, when I propose to you the whole world will know. Open it."
My heart was fluttering. I slowly opened the tiny velvet box, nestled inside was a silver ring it had two different bands of stones woven in and out of each other the whole way around the ring.
"I know that it's silly for a man of my age to give you a promise ring, but I needed to do this for both of our sanities. I know that you are the one for me; I know that there is no one in this world that makes me as happy as you have. I am making you a promise Isabella Swan. This ring is a promise that I will always love you more than my own life and that I will try to make you happy every single day of it. One day I will replace it with a different ring and that ring will hold the same promise as this one but I know that it is too early for that because before that can happen I need you to believe every word out of my mouth. I want you to really consider your love for me before you accept this ring, because it is a promise from you as well. When you wear this ring it is a promise to me that you will love me, trust me and be faithful to me and I in turn promise this as well."
I soaked in all his affirmations. He really did truly love me. I had no idea why he had chosen me but he had. I picked up the ring and slid it on my ring finger. I looked at him with watery eyes and all, "I promise."
He pulled me onto his lap and gave me one hell of a kiss, I couldn't help but giggle. He smiled and said, "You make me so incredibly happy, I love you so so much. These next few days are going to be hell." He intertwined his hand with mine and looked down at the ring. "I had this ring custom-made; I wanted the two bands to have our birthstones. One band of Sapphires intertwined with one band of Alexandrite."
"Well its beautiful, and since we are handing out gifts, I have one for you." I reached over to my end table and pulled out the large square present that had been hidden underneath. One night when Edward and I were up playing twenty questions I had asked him, what was one thing he had lost or given up that he regretted?
Edward opened the gift and froze, staring at it in shock. "How did you find this?" Edward's mother had died a couple of years back; she was a famous singer back in the early sixties. She had released a limited number of copies of her first album which debuted in 1961. Edward in his early twenties didn't seem to think it was all that important and gave it away to good will. Something, which at the time upset his mother deeply.
"I spent a couple of weeks on the internet trying to track one down. I found this older gentleman living in New York that still had his copy. I apologize but I told him that it was for you, and he thought that it was important for you to have so he sent his copy over. I thought maybe you could write him back a thank you."
"You are an incredible woman, Bella Swan. You have no idea how much this means to me. I love you."
"As I love you." I replied honestly.
The drive to the airport was too short the next morning. Angela was kind enough to step out of the car and let Edward and I have a few last moments to ourselves which was mostly filled with making out. I had told Edward that he needed to stay in the car; I couldn't risk the paparazzi seeing us.
Edward asked Angela to look after me, to which I made a face, if he really knew Angela he should have asked me to keep an eye out for her.
Edwards's car didn't leave until we were at the ticket counter; we had to check in our luggage.
"Alright Miss Swan and Miss Weber, you will be leaving out of gate 23. You are more than free to use the first class lounge until your flight." The lady at the ticket counter handed us our tickets giving us a polite smile.
"There must be some mistake, we have coach tickets." I tried to explain.
The lady looked at her screen, "it seems the tickets were upgraded to first class."
Angela squealed, "I love your boyfriend." She grabbed the tickets and started to take off. I loved my boyfriend too but he would definitely be hearing from me.
I do have to admit, first class was appealing; however it still came in a far second to Edwards's plane.
As the plane touched down, announcing our arrival to L.A.X. I couldn't help but feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman as she decides to leave Richard Gere. I was happy to be home but for the first time in my life I knew what it felt like to have my heart 7,000 miles away. All I needed now was "It Must Have Been Love" playing in the background.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: OOOOOO an AN at the end. THANK YOU for reviewing and following. Can't wait to post the next chapter, I had a great time writing it. Hope to see you on Thursday.