Chapter 24: Interrupted
E POV
After Bella called me back and I rushed to meet her at the door, she invited me in to talk. We lay on her couch and begin to iron things out. I prop myself against one of the couch arms, she lay between my legs her brown hair fanned over my chest.
"Edward," she whines as she lifts her head to look me in the face. "How are you ever going to forgive me when I can't even forgive myself? I hurt you, way more then you hurt me. I don't deserve you. You're too goo-" I put my hand over her lips to stop her.
"It's easy." I sigh. "I forgive you. I love you."
"Ugh!" She pulls away and kneels on the couch in front of me. I hoist myself up and lean back on my arms. "STOP! I can't take it! Yell at me! Talk down to me! Make me feel worse! Do anything but that!"
She lets her head drop into her hands and then spreads her fingers to peek out at me. She lets them drop all the way down when she sees the serious look on my face.
"Bella," I start. "I understand I have some blame in this. I let you go too quickly. I didn't make you listen. I allowed Tanya to hang all over me afterward. But the only thing I don't understand is why." I let all the disappointment, pain, sadness, desperation and betrayal seep into my voice. "Why did you react the way you did? Why were you so set on believing Tanya after everything I had told her in front of you? After all the times I proved to you that I was different from Drake. Whydid you hurt me Bella?"
Tears spring up in her eyes as she scoots back to sit on her butt cross-legged. "I guess," her voice broke a little as she pauses to gather her thoughts. "Honestly, I was embarrassed." She lets her head fall to her chest. "I had listened in on a conversation that I wasn't supposed to hear. Tanya was trash talking me, and I was embarrassed that I didn't even know what a chubby chaser was. And then I stormed off and left you all there, embarrassed you and then ignored you. Then stupidly switched bio partners." I roll my eyes at that, she had a point there.
"Then later when I googled what a chubby chaser was and found it was a person who preferred women with more meat on their bones I was ashamed because I realized my reaction was WAY out of line. You were even more attracted to me then I originally thought. But by then Tanya had her needy little hands all over you and I didn't want to ruin any happiness you might have had if you had changed your mind about Tanya." She huffs as she throws her head back on the couch cushion.
"I guess I can understand that." I tilt my head and lay back again, letting my body relax and my eyes find imperfections in the ceiling.
"What?" I anticipate her venomous reaction. "No no no no no no! Edward!" She slaps my leg at the last word. "You can't do that! It's not fair!"
"Why not?" I sit up quickly, staring right into her face, less than an inch away. "Why can't I let it go and be done with it? It's been two months since this happened and I for one want to get past it and pretend it didn't happen."
"Well it did." She whimpers. "At least let me try to make it up to you." She pleads, I can't resist when she uses that pathetically cute tone.
"Fine." I answer. "How?"
She rubs her chin as she thinks for a minute. "Ah ha." She brightens up. "You know how the Winter Formal is a Sadie's Dance?"
"Yesss..." I answer intrigued.
"Edward Cullen." She looks me directly in the eye. "I would be thrilled beyond belief if you would escort me to the Winter Formal, as not only my date, but my boyfriend." Her face lights up in a breathtaking smile. I pull her back on top of me and kiss her until she's struggling to breathe.
"Is that a yes?" She asks giggling.
"That is most definitely a yes." I nod in approval.
She sighs and rests back in the position that we started in, her head on my chest, hair fanned out and me running circles with my fingers at the nape of her neck.
"By the way." I add. "You are right about one more thing."
"What?" She looks up at me, her chin resting on the back of her hand, her palm down on my chest.
"I am even more attracted to you then you originally thought." I whisper as I let my fingers trail lightly down the base of her neck and spine. The blush that I've missed springs forth.
"How attracted?" She asks eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"Beyond belief." I state. "You have no idea what you have been doing to my blood pressure when I'm around you. That night at the dance, I was going crazy with lust, which is why I had to drag you off the dance floor in the first place. You, in that dress, and those heels." I let out a sharp whistle. "Dyamn." I scrunch my face up as I move my hands to under her arm and tickle.
She giggles and swats my chest playfully. "Edward stop."
"No you stop." I answer lifting my head to kiss her nose.
"Really Edward?" She asks seriously. "You like how I look?"
"No," I answer shrugging lightly. "I looooove how you look."
"But why?" She asks. "Not that it's a bad thing. Trust me I'm thrilled. I just wonder where it stems from."
"I don't know." I shrug. "I just find it more healthy looking, more attractive, sexier, all around better. On my sixteenth birthday, Em bought me a titty magazine, as more of a shock and awe thing then anything else. He bought me a copy called Big N' Busty. Maybe he recognized how I had Hollywood crushes on larger ladies."
"Hmm." She ponders that for a minute. "Who did you have celebrity crushes on?"
"Ooooh," I try to remember which actresses I had admired for their bodies. "Queen Latifah, Stiffler's Mom from American Pie, Cascada, America Ferrera."
"Interesting." She lets her chin rest back on her hand.
"But," I answer. "None of them hold a candle to you." I flick her nose with my finger. She doesn't say anything. She just looks at me, her face showing no expression.
Before I can blink her lips are on mine, her hair is cocooning our heads as she kisses me feverishly. My left hand winds itself into her hair, my right ghosting up and down her body,. Her hands are on my chest, moving down and then gliding back up under my shirt. I lift myself up a little as her hands bring the shirt over my head.
She greedily kisses down my chest, my pecs, my stomach, back up along my rib cage to my shoulder where she nips at the flesh. My back arches involuntarily and I grind my pelvis against hers. She brings her face up to mine, eyes wide with surprise at the part of my body she must have just felt.
"Sorry," I whimper. "That's what you do to me."
"Well," She breathes. "That's great, it's just I felt it against my leg, through your jeans, and my sweatpants." She points out the obvious.
"Uhh," Is all I can manage. "Haven't you been through this before?" I ask a little embarassed.
"Well," She blushes, "Yeah."
"Okaaaay," I answer.
"Have you?" She asks in surprise.
"Umm," I nervously laugh. "Yeah, once."
"With who?" She asks in response.
"Umm," I pause again, "Her name was Meg." I shrug.
"Really?" She's still holding herself over me, her cleavage spilling out across my chest, distracting me like none other. "When?"
"Umm," Is now really the time to have this conversation? "This last summer at football camp."
"What? How?" She answers.
"Well," I huff, she's not going to give up on this. "Jake and I snuck out to meet Leah and her friend. Jake and Leah went and did their thing and Meg and I were left alone. One thing led to another and her and I sorta..." I trail off letting her get the jist.
"So you're not a virgin?" She asks.
"No." I answer.
"Why didn't you pursue a relationship with her?" She pushes.
"Well we kind of did. We texted back and forth, but she was from the Tri-Cities and was just up visiting Leah. The long distance thing didn't really work out."
"Oh okay." She answers apparently appeased for now.
"Why were you surprised by my..." I trail off again. This was all new again and kind of awkward to talk about.
"Well," She answers. "I guess first of all because you had kept it tucked away back around Halloween when we would start getting hot and heavy so I never felt it. But also because..." she pauses not wanting to answer.
"Because what?" I urge her to go on.
"Well," She tilts her head and squints her eyes. "To put it bluntly. Drake had a tiny dick." I bust up laughing at that. "What's so funny?" She asks smiling as she swats me in the arm.
"Nothing." I catch my breath. "Just the look on your face combined with the way you stated that for some reason just struck me as hilarious."
"Gee thanks." She teases.
"How small are we talking?" My turn to ask specifics. She holds up her pinky, flashes her eyes to it and then looks back at me. "Are you shitting me?" I ask a new round of hysterics gripping hold of me. She laughs along with me.
"That's sad." I wipe the tears out of my eyes. "I shouldn't laugh but it's funny." I ponder that for a second and then remember something. "Wait, so if he was that small..." I pause just to mull it over more. "Then that would mean you probably didn't feel...well...anything." I answer.
"Nada." She responds shaking her head. "I actually had to stop myself from laughing during it." She bites her lip.
"Wow," My mouth stays in the 'o' shape for a second. "Good to know." I answer.
"Why?" She asks tipping her head to one side.
"Well," I begin, "It just means that I'll have to...go slow." I phrase it.
"Slow?" She asks.
"Yeah, because he probably didn't, um..."
"Just say it Edward." She huffs.
"He probably didn't break your hymen and when I tear it, you'll definitely feel it."
"Well I knew that." She bobs her head and rolls her eyes.
"Good, then where were we?" I ask lifting my head up to her neck and leaving a light trail of kisses along her jaw line.
"Well that's a good place to start back up." She jokes.
"And that's an even better place." She sighs as I press my hand against the mound that is straining across her shirt and has been teasing me for the past twenty minutes.
"God Bella," I whisper. "You have no idea how much these," I emphasize her breasts with a small squeeze. "Have been torturing me all night. I've wanted to do this for the past half hour."
"Mmmmm." Is all she manages to answer as I close my eyes and let my senses take over. Suddenly she pulls away leaving me frustrated. Seriously, after all the shit we've slogged through tonight she's still not trusting me enough to get even a tiny bit intimate.
When I snap my eyes open to see what has spooked her, I am met with a salaciously big grin, innocently teasing eyes and a shirtless Bella wearing only a light blue, somewhat see through bra. My face flashes from angry and frustrated to confused and pleasantly surprised in the blink of an eye.
"Wow," I exhale. "That was deliciously unexpected," I say as I grab her by the arm and pull her back towards me.
"Really?" She teases as my hands hungrily devour her skin along her sides, back and shoulders.
"You have no idea," I mumble against the tender area behind her ears.
"I think I have some..." She trails off as she grinds her hip against my groin illiciting gloriously frustrating friction. I moan into her ear in response. She pulls my hand back up to the thin material covering her soft breasts.
"Where did my bashful Bella go?" I wonder aloud as I give a small squeeze to where she's directed me to.
"She disappeared about the time that she discovered that you're a full-figured philanderer." She giggles.
"Hmm," I say. "I definitely like that term better then 'chubby chaser'."
"Me too." She whispers around my earlobe. "Chubby chaser gives me this image of some middle aged man who is chasing obese women because he has some mental scar from his childhood."
I laugh a little bit and let my unoccupied hand tickle the sensitive flesh on her hip. I glide a bit lower and grab the full curve of her butt. She gasps in response to the forward touch and grinds against my still hardening but restrained piece of anatomy that is screaming at me to be released.
Just as her hands begin to roam further down my chest we both freeze. The door clicks open.
"Bella!" Charlie calls from ten feet away and around the corner.
"Shit!" Bella swears quietly as she launches herself off me.
"I'm home early! Billy's TV crapped out so him, Jacob and I are back to watch the game here."
Where did my shirt go? I mouth at Bella as she grabs her shirt and flings it over her head. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SHIRT?
"What is this?" Charlie asks as my eyes dart to the entryway. Apparently in her haste and excitement Bella launched my shirt towards the front door, effectively landing in Charlie's line of sight.
"Woah!" Charlie cries as he comes flying past the wall and sprawls on to the ground. He lands face first in my shirt as Jacob backs up with Billy in tow.
"Oh!" Jacob calls. "Sorry there Charlie!" He bends to help Charlie up, looks over at me and says "Edward?"
B POV
Edward and I were just beginning to heat up when Charlie walked in the door. I sprang into full alert, panic mode and quickly located my shirt. Edward wasn't so lucky, I had accidentally tossed his shirt over towards the door where Charlie had found it when he walked in. As he leaned to grab it Jacob bumped into him, causing him to face plant into the ground.
Jacob looks over to see a shirtless Edward and a flustered and messy haired me. "Edward?" He asks a second before he realizes what him, Charlie and Billy just walked in on.
"Edward?" Billy asks from his unseen vantage point near the door. "Cullen?"
"Whaa?" Charlie looks over as he manages to get back on one knee. "Oh, Edwa-at are you doing without a shirt on?" He asks defensively as he takes in the scene before him.
"Uhh," Edward starts. "There was a spider on it." I glance at him quickly, good thinking. "I'm terribly afraid of spiders and there was one on my shirt so I scrambled out of it and threw it across the room to get it away from me."
"Yeah," I try to validate. "You didn't hear his high pitched scream right as you pulled up?" I ask.
"Um, no." Charlie fires back. "I don't see a spider."
"It must have scurried off, little bugger." Edward gives an innocent looking half smile.
"Ah," Charlie nods doubtfully. Jacob is biting the knuckles on his right fist and is visibly trying not to bust up laughing behind Charlie.
Billy comes wheeling around the corner to see what's going on as Charlie tosses Edward his shirt. Edward shakes it twice to make sure no "spiders" are left on it and then pulls it over his head.
"Thanks." He says as he stands. "I better get going then."
"Nonsense," Charlie almost challenges. "You can stay and watch the game if you want. Your curfew isn't until ten on school nights if I recall." He lifts his eyebrows like he's giving Edward a dare.
"Uh," Edward tenses. "I guess I can stay." He nods quickly. Jacob chokes still trying to hold in the laughter.
"GREAT!" Charlie boasts as he comes over to pat Edward on the shoulder. "You can sit on the couch with Jacob."
Jacob loses it and buckles over on the ground in laughter. "I'll get snacks and drinks," I offer nervously as I hurry past Edward, who shoots me a confused and desperate look, and past Jacob, who I smack on the back of the head as I pass.
I get a couple of beers, a couple of sodas and a bag of chips and head back into the living room, letting the bag of chips smack Jake in the head again as I pass him. I hand Charlie and Billy the beers and hand Edward a soda. He thanks me and scoots over so I can sit next to him. I pop my soda open and take a long drink.
"Bella you look kind of flushed." Charlie observes as the game flickers to life on the screen. "Maybe you're getting sick. You might want to back off Edward before you make him sick too."
"I feel fine dad." I answer through my teeth.
"Uh-huh, and the cool thing to do in fashion nowadays is wear your shirt on inside out and backwards." He says before he takes a swallow of beer. I look down and notice my shirt is on wrong, well I certainly couldn't blame that on a spider.