Song: Christmas in Saranjevo by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra
And a whole bunch more Christmassy songs. Since we all just finished with the holidays, I don't really expect anyone to go looking, but the above song is my favourite.
Long chapter today kiddies! I wasn't going to be cruel and cut this in half though. Pretty sure I warned you eons ago thatthis story isn't for children. Just sayin'.
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By the time I got back in the afternoon, Bella had just finished getting ready, stepping out of her washroom just after I came in and dropped my bag by her dresser. I'm pretty sure my heart actually stopped for a moment.
"God damn it Bella," I growled, leaning back against the wall and running my hands through my hair in frustration when I saw her.
"I'm sorry," she squeaked, "I'll change, this is stupid," she rushed out. She reached back to her rack of clothes, her hands trembling.
Then I noticed that her eyes were starting to water.
Oh, fuck. Smooth, asshole.
I dashed across the room, grabbing her and pushing her against the wall as I kissed her firmly. It did the trick though and she stopped moving.
"You don't look stupid, you look fucking gorgeous," I growled.
"Then why are you mad at me?"
I sighed. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself, because I'm not going to be able to take my hands off of you. How am I supposed to last the night in front of my parents?" She was wearing a fitted red dress. It had a high collar and long sleeves, hugging her torso beautifully and flaring out at the waist, going down to her knees with white stockings and black heels. Her hair was curled, and partially pinned back, cascading down her back in thick ringlets.
She sniffled, looking up at me in panic with wide eyes. I reached up and swiped a tear off her cheek gently with my thumb. "Shhh, don't cry baby. Why are you so nervous? You know they're going to love you. You've even already met them before."
I was a little uneasy now, where had this person come from? Bella looked completely terrified, frazzled, and unsure of herself. A little sick even. This was not my Bella. Something was really off.
"That was different, and you know it. What if they don't like me? What if they want you to stop seeing me? What if they ask questions about my… situation? What would I tell them? What if other people ask? We can't-" She closed her eyes tightly, taking in a deep breath to try and calm herself.
I pulled her over to the bed, settling her down on my lap and taking her face gently in my hands.
"They won't like you, they'll love you. I know they'll love you becauseI love you, and because you're an indescribably amazing woman. They won't want you to stop seeing me, and even if they did for some fucked up reason I wouldn't." I paused, searching her eyes while I tried to figure out how to answer her harder questions. What would she be comfortable with them knowing? "Bella, I don't want you to have to go through talking about what happened to you, because I know how painful it is for you and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. If you're comfortable letting me, I can give my parents the cliff note version just so they're aware of what we need to avoid, and how fucking paramount it is to me that your safety not be jeopardized. They can help us deal with everything else, I know for certain they will. I would never do it without your permission though, I respect you too much." Her tears were coming a little heavier now, and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that she rarely wore make up. She didn't have any of that black crap running down her face. Even when she cried, she was painfully beautiful. "You're my family now, which means so are they, and we protect our family no matter what." I swiped away her tears before wrapping my arms around her waist.
I didn't have a name for the intense emotion in her big eyes. It was fucking magnetic, like the force of it was shifting my very soul. Her hands had a bit of a shake to them as she brought them up to my face, combing her fingers back through my hair while her lips turned up into a smile.
"I love you," she whispered, looking me deeply in the eyes.
"I love you too," I told her loudly, grinning brightly at her.
She leaned in and kissed me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and it shot that addictive, electric energy though my body. Her lips tasted like peppermint today, and her strawberry fragrance was spiced with a hint of cinnamon. As my hands moved up her back, pulling her in closer, her fingers slid into my hair, teasing and gripping it as my lips became a little more hungry. She just felt so fucking good. She matched my force though, and I let myself lean back against her pile of purple pillows as her hands lightly pushed back on my shoulders.
I probably should have known better than to do that, but I hadn't been expecting it from Bella. She shifted on me, I hadn't realized what an awkward position it would have put her in when she was sitting across my lap. But she twisted on top of me, her hands still on my shoulders as she straddled my hips. My grip on her tightened automatically, and her hands slid back into my hair. My hands went down her ribs, adoring the curves of her hips. It was instinctual for them to go lower, sliding down her thighs and hooking under the hem of her dress before sliding back up. Halfway up her thighs my fingers met the incredibly soft skin of her legs, and I moaned softly against her lips as my fingers met the lace hem of her underwear.
I didn't have time to catch myself and stop when I realized what I was doing, completely consumed by the sensation as her lips opened against mine, and she ran the tip of her hot little tongue against my bottom lip.
I pretty much growled as I flipped her over, pinning her on her back as my lips hungrily moved down her jaw and trailed over her throat. My hands went up her stomach, cupping her breasts, and she let out an intensely arousing moan.
Then someone knocked on the door.
It snapped me out of my daze, and I sat up quickly on my knees, my head snapping to the direction of a sound when the world came crashing back into existence. I looked back down as her quickly.
"Holy fuck," I blurted, my eyes going wide as I saw her. She was breathing just as heavily as I was, her cheeks brightly flushed as she looked up at me with mixed emotions warring in her eyes. My reaction to her made her lips twitch into a small smile though. Her dress was still pushed up, giving me a perfect view of her open legs. She was wearing these small, white and blue lace boy-shorts that matched the lace of her thigh-highs, and they looked like they were practically painted onto her body.
And was that a new tattoo? I could barely fucking think.
"Baby, what the fuck are you wearing?"
She pouted. "I thought guys liked this sort of thing?" She said kind of nervously, fixing her dress and she shuffled back.
"You… you're wearing this for me?" What did that mean? She wanted me to see it? Did that-
The knock on the door was much louder this time.
Bella shifted out of the bed quickly, leaving me there frozen. She smoothed out her dress, straightening out her collar and fluffing her hair. She looked over at me, where I was still frozen, gaping at her, and bit her lip.
"That'll be Emmett, you might want to… Sorry." She turned and dashed over to the door when the knocks got impatient, and I glanced down at my tenting pants. Fuck. I made my way over to her bathroom as quickly as I could while I heard the sound of the others coming in and wishing Bella a Merry Christmas, and tried to get my shit under control.
Nothing like that had ever happened with Bella before. Of course I thought about it pretty much constantly, I was only human, but I had never lost control like that or even let my hands wander. Much. We'd had some pretty fucking intense make-out sessions that put my teenage years to shame, but I had never let it progress further than that. It was for obvious reasons, I couldn't let myself overwhelm her and I knew how new, intense and scary this whole thing was for her. Fuck, just kissing her was more pleasurable than any sex I had ever had before, as much of a tool as that makes me sound like. Just holding her was more fulfilling to me than anything else.
Because nothing else in the world could ever compare to the connection I felt with her.
But when I had touched her, she hadn't even flinched. She had been acting a little weird, nervous, but… eager at the same time. The way she had looked up at me, all fucking ruffled and aroused… She was wearing fucking lingerie.
Fuck. An excited grin spread across my face.
I groaned when I heard laughter from the living room, and looked at my watch.
It was only four o'clock, and we probably wouldn't get back home until midnight. It was bad enough seeing her in that red dress, now how was I supposed to survive the next eight hours, knowing what was underneath it?
I jumped when Bella slid into the bathroom with me, giving me a guilty and worried look. "I'm sorry about that, I hadn't meant to… It was going to be a surprise, but you distracted me with your fucking romantic Jedi words," she said uncomfortably. She was having more difficulty staying still than usual.
"I'm fine," I told her quickly, smiling down at her. "Sorry, you just really caught me by surprise." I walked over to her, sliding my hands down her arms when I stood in front of her. Her earlier, worrisome mood had me worried again, but I think I got it now. I had to make sure though, so I could ease her mind. "You wanted to… surprise me?" She fidgeted, but there was nowhere for her to go when I had her backed against the door. I tilted her chin up to look at me. "Talk to me Bella, you know you can talk to me about anything," I said softly, cupping her face.
I waited patiently, giving her time to get her bearings as we watched each other's eyes. "Edward… you've been so patient with me, you've never pressured me into doing anything, ever… and the fact that you love me enough to be like that with me…" Her eyes started to water. "I love you, and I want to be with you. I want more, but…"
"But what?" Her heavy breathing started to make her shake, and I held her tightly to try and sooth her. I was pretty sure I already knew, but I needed her to be able to talk to me about it. She still had nightmares of what happened to her. How could she not, when the sick fuck kept doing it over and over to other women, and having it thrown back in her face time and time again? He wouldn't let her forget. "Tell me, it's okay."
"I can still feel his hands on me," she whispered a couple minutes later. "When I'm sleeping, sometimes when I just close my eyes for too long, when someone reaches out and touches me… it's been eight years, and I still remember every second of that night like it happened hours ago. Sometimes it's so overwhelming that I can't even breathe."
"What about when I touch you? Do I make you think of him?" It was one of my biggest fears, but I'd only hit a bad trigger once, that time she'd been asleep a few weeks ago.
"You don't. It's just… You're the only person besides him who's ever even kissed me, and though it's so completely different… he's still there." She tried to pull away from me, but I held her securely. No, she wasn't scared of me, she was scared of herself. "I'm sorry, this is so fucked up, I shouldn't-"
"No Bella, I want you to talk to me about these things. I want to know, and I want you to be comfortable talking to me about it. I've told you before, I'm not going anywhere." She nodded against me, and I pulled back slightly so I could watch her face. I gave her a teasing grin, trying to lighten her mood a bit. "And as much as you know I want you, that I'm crazy to have you," I said in a low voice, sliding my hands down her sides appreciatively, "I'm not in any rush, and I don't want you to be either."
"I'm not rushing through this whole thought process, I've been thinking about it for a long time," she told me shyly. "I love being close to you, I want to be with you… and I'm tired of being afraid because of him."
I had to take a settling breath. "How long have you been thinking about… this?" I asked curiously. I was trying to distract myself from taking her right there against the bathroom door.
"Well, I've always thought about it. It was just the last couple of weeks that I actually started considering it," she said shyly.
"Always?" I asked with a cocky grin. She didn't falter though, leaning into me.
"You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?"
My moment of fluster seemed to calm her down a little, and she gave me a sad smile while looking at me appreciatively. Her hands went down my chest and slowly trailed down my stomach. "But if you want to wait…" her hands went lower, over my belt, and I sucked in a sharp breath when her fingers barely brushed over the tension building in my pants.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the wall as my lips attacked hers, pushing her against the wall with my body.
"I'm done waiting if you are," I growled, letting go of her wrists as my hands slid under her skirt again. She giggled as my teeth grazed her ear lobe and I exhaled against her, and she started to try and wiggle away. I groaned when I heard the laughter from the living room.
"Maybe not just this minute though," she said, her voice a little strained. I laughed.
"Sorry, I completely forgot they were here," I said, nuzzling my face into her neck as I held her. I couldn't let her go yet, the emotions were just too strong in this moment.
"I uh… told Emmett what we had been talking about, with your parents… I told them to just give us a couple minutes to talk. Rose got a driver for us for the evening, so they're making drinks right now."
Just like that, seeing the fear in her eyes once again, everything else went to the back of my mind. "So, would it be okay with you if I talk them? You wouldn't even have to be there. We'll be there before the others, I'd just take them aside and talk to them when we get there." I watched her hopefully while she considered my words, and the most prominent emotion in her eyes was guilt. It was nothing compared to my guilt though. Why hadn't I thought about this beforehand? I didn't blame her for not bringing it up sooner, I hated seeing her torture herself with worry like this. No matter what though, I'd make sure she'd be safe, even if it meant not staying with the others tonight. I needed to be with her.
And I'm pretty sure she needed me too.
"Please Bella, let me do this for you. It's not a weakness to let someone help you. I really don't mind."
"Are you sure?" Her voice was so quiet, unsure, yet hopeful. I gave her a reassuring smile, cupping her cheek with my right hand.
"I'm positive."
She let out a deep breath, and nodded to me.
"I know this is hard for you, but I'm so proud of you. Tonight is going to be amazing. You don't have to worry about a thing, just try and enjoy it."
She smiled at me, reaching up and wrapping her arms around my neck. "I love you Edward. I can't believe how lucky I am, having someone as amazing as you in my life. You've changed everything for me, I never thought I'd be able to have this sort of happiness. Thank you."
"I love you too," I told her proudly, then grinned excitedly as I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear as I spoke in a deep whisper. "And I can't wait to show you just how much when we get home tonight." Her hands fisted in my shirt as her breath hitched in her throat, and I kissed her neck, biting her gently before taking a quick step back away from her with a grin.
The look she was giving me, I'm surprised my clothes didn't just burst into flames right there.
"Let's go open some presents!" I said happily, spinning her around and leading her out of the bathroom with a hand on her back. She huffed, giving me a frustrated look, and shoved me away playfully before walking ahead of me. I caught her wrist.
"By the way, you're not getting your present until we get home."
She gave me a curious look. "Why?"
"Because I want you to have more time to admire it without worrying about entertaining the others."
She looked at me suspiciously, and I smiled as I started moving us toward the living room again.
Bella turned for the kitchen as I went over and gave everyone hugs. We all sat together on the couch, and Bella sat a big platter of fruit and cookies on the table. Rose had made some pretty awesome drinks, it was almost like a smoothie, done with ice, Bailey's, Crème du Cocoa, Kahlua, rum and vanilla ice cream. There was a big punch bowl of it on the table, and Bella put on her Trans-Siberian Orchestra CD's before we exchanged gifts.
I was smiling, watching Zeus gnawing on and rolling around with the giant bone I had gotten him. It was as big as one of his large legs, and the boy looked like he had died and gone to heaven. Bella and I had done our gifts for the others together, and the four of them were excitedly reading through the brochures for the cruise to the Caribbean they'd all be taking together in a couple weeks. Bella dropped back down next to me on the couch, and handed me a large, flat box.
"I don't mind you making me wait, but you can still open yours now if you want," she said excitedly.
"I'd love to," I replied quickly, kissing her as I took the box. The paper was a metallic green, and had one of her giant home-made bows centered on the top. I untied it carefully, wanting to keep the bow, and smiled brightly as I removed the lid and took out the gorgeous leather jacket. It was jet black, matte, and the softest leather I had ever felt. I slid it on quickly, thumbing over the soft, dark green silk on the inside. I paused, and looked at the inside pocket when I felt something odd. There was short line embroidered on the inside over the left breast.
I love you baby
-Bella
"You had it personalized," I exclaimed, smiling brightly as I ran my thumb over the words.
"I designed it, and Alice made it for me," she said happily.
"I fucking adore it, thank you Bella." She giggled as I grabbed her quickly, kissing her lips, her nose, her cheeks, her jaw, and her forehead until she pushed me away. I couldn't stop smiling. "And it's very fitting."
"I'm pretty sure Alice has your measurements memorized," she said with a grin. I shook my head.
"No, I mean having your name over my heart, because it belongs completely to you."
"Awww!" My sister and Rosalie squealed together, and I felt my ears burn red as I tried to pretend I hadn't heard them. Bella laughed at my expression, kissing me again gently and trailing her fingers down the side of my face.
My dad was allergic, so we couldn't bring Zeus with us which seemed to make Bella feel really guilty. She left the TV on for him, and even made a special dinner for him before we left. Emmett told me quietly that she'd never spent a holiday without him by her side since she first got him as a puppy.
He didn't even notice us leave though, sleeping in his bed under the Christmas tree, curled up with his giant bone.
We were met in the garage by the large car Rose had hired, piling in before making the forty-minute drive over to my parent's house. When we pulled through the rolling gates to the community, Bella bit her lip and tightened her grip on my hand as we drove down the quiet, expansive lane past the looming mansions. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, fiddling with her seat belt when we finally stopped in front of the house.
"Hey Alice," I said, leaning over the back of her seat. "I need to talk to mom and dad when we get in, just to make sure that there won't be any complications. Watch her for me?"
"Of course," she said quickly, before hopping out. I popped Bella's belt buckle, and kissed her before pulling her out with me. She relaxed, and put on a confident face as I wrapped my arm around her and walked up the steps, and mom was throwing the door open before we made it all the way up. I grinned as mom pulled Bella into a tight hug immediately, and she froze, looking at me with terrified eyes before hesitantly hugging her back. Dad shook her hand more politely, and mom stole her back again, telling her how nice it was to see her again, and how lovely her dress was as she led everyone into the living room. When she ushered Bella onto the love seat I caught her, pulling her back gently.
"Mom, I really need to talk to you and dad about something, could we go somewhere for a couple minutes?"
She looked at me worriedly, but nodded quickly before excusing us, and pulled dad along to the kitchen with us. We sat down at the small round table in the kitchen where we always ate when it was just the four of us.
"She's lovely Edward, why haven't you brought her around before? Is she this mystery woman they were talking about in the papers? Are you two serious? You've barely talked about her. I didn't think you'd actually bring her by."
Yeah, I hadn't really mentioned to Bella that this was the first time I had brought someone home to meet my parents, she had been stressed enough as it was.
"Well, that's kind of what I need to talk to you about," I said, steadying myself and looking them directly in the eyes. I'd thought about it constantly for the last couple hours, and really, there was no easy or gentle way to explain our situation. There was nothing simple about it, but I ripped off the Band-Aid and gave them the simplest explanation that I could. "We are serious, I love Bella, more than I've ever loved anything in my life. No one can know who she is though because… Well, she has this stalker that's looking her. It's dangerous for her to be with me, if the media somehow got a hold of her name or a picture of her face, it would compromise her safety. I can't let anyone find out who she is, which is why we've been so quiet about it." They were looking at me, stunned, worried, and I leaned forward quickly, my hands pushing down on the table as I pleaded with my eyes. "I love her mom, I need to be with her, and I can't risk her being in danger. If we're going to stay here with the family tonight, I need to be certain that they won't... ask too many questions, go repeating her name or sharing any pictures of her. We always call her B in public, nothing else, and they can't know what she does. I can't risk them letting it slip to a friend or a co-worker. She can't be traced until they find him. He can't find her. I'm sorry."
I leaned back in my chair, folding my hands in my lap as I waited for their response, forcing myself to remain quiet and be patient while they absorbed my words.
I really wished I had talked to them about this earlier, forcing it on them so suddenly wasn't easy, but the decision to come had been so last minute. Really, I was just so happy that she had agreed to come that I didn't think about anything else.
"Is this why there was so much security at the wedding?" My dad asked curiously.
"Yes, Emmett tries to keep as low a profile as possible with his business so she won't be found through him. We don't want the others to know they're related."
"Well, I'm sure if we just explained to everyone at dinner, they'd understand and respect the fact that we need to be delicate about the matter…" My dad said, not really sounding confident in the words.
"No," I said quickly. "That is why I'm the one telling you this. I won't let Bella sit through an evening of being asked personal questions by people she doesn't know. What he did to her… he hurt her, and did horrible things to her dad. It makes me sick even just thinking about it. This is why I'm the one telling you this, I can't let her go through having to re-live that. I know I'm asking a lot of you both, and I'm sorry, but-"
"Of course we'll help," mom interrupted. She had tears shimmering in her eyes, but her expression was fierce. "We'll make sure she's safe. We can misplace the cameras for the evening, and we'll help you with your grandparents. Besides, B sounds cute. What can we tell the others about her?"
"I think it will be safest to just tell the others that she teaches a few programs at Emmett's gym. It's not a lie actually, she just sees it as more of a hobby than an actual job," I said with a smile, shaking my head.
My mom was eager to get back to the others, and I saw her restrain herself from immediately pulling Bella into another hug. We all sat down together in the living room, mom quickly topping off everyone's wine and bringing out trays of snacks before wedging herself in between Alice and Bella. She tensed slightly, although her face looked completely calm, but I felt her shoulders relax when I draped my arm over them.
Mom kept an easy, steady stream of questions and conversation with Bella. Nothing too intrusive, they talked about books and music, hobbies and recipes. It was obvious instantly that mom adored her, and I couldn't blame her. Bella had quickly fallen for her charms, and within minutes of talking she was back to her usual confident, witty self. When the others arrived, she quickly introduced her as B to them, and we had kind of lucked out that they hadn't been able to go to Rose's wedding. They would have recognized her immediately as Emmett's sister with this red dress, and all three of my grandparents were horrible gossips. My aunt and uncle just sort of went with it, which made me wonder what they already knew. They went out of their way to stay out of a conversation with her. After everyone was settled mom went to start in the kitchen, and beamed when Bella asked if she could help. I was a little sad to lose her, but thrilled that they were getting along so well.
It went a lot better than I had hoped for. My Grandparents were polite, but didn't get to talk to Bella too much because they were constantly steered away by my mom, Rose, and Alice. Talking about weddings and businesses and travel whenever their curiosity towards my girlfriend became too personal, specific or endangering. My father's father didn't talk to me often as a general rule, and he seemed to put Bella into that same position.
And Bella was happy. She was enjoying herself, relaxing, laughing. We had a wonderful dinner, the conversation getting louder as the case of imported Italian wine my grandfather brought slowly disappeared. After dessert a few presents were exchanged, and I caved pretty quickly when my mom asked me to play some Christmas songs for her.
I had ulterior motives though, there had been something I'd wanted to try for a very long time. I stopped by my bag in the front foyer first, taking out Bella's violin case, and setting it down on the long oak bench beside me without a word. I lifted the cover off of the keys and stretched my fingers with some scales before moving into a melody. Bella came and joined me a few minutes later, and I grinned up at her as she eyed her violin case, chewing on her bottom lip.
"Is that supposed to be a hint?" she asked, grinning and raising an eyebrow at me.
"More like a hopeful request," I said with a bright smile. She smiled back, picking the case up, and resting it on her lap as she sat on the bench next to me. With the melody of the keys floating though the room, the boisterous conversation from the other end of the large room became non-existent to me. It was easy to forget about the rest of the world; Bella's smile had a habit of just making everything else fade away, but I was able to easily stick to my rhythm. I'd been playing these songs for almost twenty years.
I knew she had been playing a long time, and that she was very talented, but it wasn't something I heard often and I didn't know what songs she knew. I'd never heard her play anything classical before. So I just sat quietly with her, my arm brushing against hers as we sat tucked together on the bench, and shifted seamlessly from song to song while she listened with her eyes closed and a small smile playing on her lips.
"I've never played along with a piano before," she said quietly before worrying her bottom lip. I grinned.
"Mmm, but I can play along with you. You can take a lead."
"You sound pretty confident," she said with a teasing smile.
"I am," I told her truthfully.
She laughed. "Okay." She undid the clasps on her case, taking out her violin and bow before setting the hard leather case on the floor, then she shifted on the bench and I saw her predicament. I stopped playing to twist and easily lifted her, setting her up on the polished mahogany of the piano. She laughed at the quick eagerness of my movements, blushing slightly as she smiled down at me. I just watched her there for a moment, something I would have been contented with to do for the rest of the night if I was honest and had the option. She looked angelic, sitting on top of my favourite instrument and smiling down at me. I waited patiently for her to start, and she thought for a moment, spinning her bow expertly like a baton before taking it to her violin very slowly. She closed her eyes as she slid her bow across the strings.
In one bar I recognized the song as Carol of the Bells, and her smile grew as I came in quietly with light notes, not wanting to overpower the angelic melody. We grew in the strength of our sounds, and I was watching her, not the keys as I followed her lead.
It was effortless and beautiful, and within minutes it felt like we'd been playing together for years.
"Christmas Canon," she breathed as the song came into its end, and she fluidly shifted into the next song as I accompanied her.
"March of the Nutcracker?" I asked quietly as we came into an end, and she nodded, shifting into the song with the light quick beat as she finished the ending of the last tune, leading me into it. We were both grinning along with the lighter sound.
"Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy," she whispered, then waited two bridges until I'd shifted into the tune.
"Greensleeves," I added in lastly, wanting to finish in something slow.
The music we created together… I don't know how to describe the way it made me feel. It was effortless, natural, and beautiful. We melded together with immediate ease, and the two different sounds fit so perfectly together. We barely spoke a dozen words, we didn't read, we just played. The way it touched me… it was so much different than doing other things together, like reading, playing darts or running. These were emotions that sang through our chosen tools, something so personal, so deep, that while sharing and dancing with each other through the new medium it felt like our souls were touching, melding, and I knew in complete certainty that after this moment I would never be the same. This was more than love, it was kismet, soul mates, we complimented each other perfectly and had been made for each other. She would be a part of me for all eternity; I knew even death would hold no challenge against the love I felt for her.
And as she met my eyes while we played that last song, I saw that she felt it too. We didn't need words, because no words could truly describe it. We just felt it. This was so, so right. We were right.
As my notes came to an end and she lowered her violin, I stood up slowly, never breaking eye contact with her as I took her face gently in my hands, holding her tenderly as I kissed her. I felt that she was still holding her violin as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and we stood there for a few minutes with our foreheads pressed together, just soaking in the moment.
I didn't notice the complete silence until someone sniffled, and we both turned around to find we were surrounded and being watched by the entire room. When they moved to join us I couldn't say, and I really wasn't sure now how I felt about them hearing something that felt so incredibly personal to me.
Mom was the one who had been crying, and she was also the one who spoke.
"That was… That was so beautiful," she almost whispered. The others just nodded, and I could practically feel Bella's unease rolling off of her as well.
"Thank you," I said, and turned back to Bella, shielding her from the rest of the room with my back. She gave me a timid smile, and I leaned in and kissed her softly, just below her ear. "I love you," I whispered quietly into her ear, holding her and not wanting to ever let her go. She whispered her words back, and I kissed her once more, gently on her lips, and then lifted her off the piano. I kept my hand on the small of her back as we went back and joined the others.
Eventually we were pulled back into conversation with the others, but they barely existed to us. We could barely look away from each other, and spent the entire night holding hands and talking quietly to each other, and answering questions from the others every once in a while.
We left with our group in Rose's car again just after midnight, mom practically in tears and demanding that I bring Bella over again soon so that they could spend some real time together. Dad… I'm not sure what was going on with him. He was polite to Bella, but didn't talk to her much, and I caught him giving us strained and stressed glances a few times. And as we left, I saw a glint in his eyes that told me that he wasn't exactly pleased with my mother's invitation. I really didn't see what his problem was, I thought he'd be happy for me, but it didn't matter. He'd have to get used to her, and I knew for certain that he wouldn't be able to resist her unique charm for long.
What worried me more was the fact that I thought Bella had noticed. She was quiet, looking very thoughtful as we made the drive home. They dropped us off first, and we waved as their car turned around and drove off. I stopped her when she went to walk away, taking her wrist to catch her attention, and she twisted my arm quickly as she spun around. She froze, her eyes going wide in surprise before grinning, and she bit her lip as she quickly let go of me. I couldn't help laughing.
I had to laugh, I needed to distract myself from how fucking hot her little ninja habits were.
"Sorry, I was distracted," she said sheepishly, not really sounding sorry. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around my waist and smiling up at me.
"Mmm, I like you distracted," I said, running my hands down her arms. "I want to give you your present now." I couldn't keep the excitement from leaking into my voice. She gave me a curious look, her eyes going wide when I started taking off my tie.
"What are you doing?" She asked nervously, her eyes darting around the quiet garage.
"You trust me, right?" She nodded, and it made me so happy that she didn't hesitate. "Then just stay still," I told her in a stern voice, stepping up to her again, and wrapping my tie over her eyes. I was quite surprised she was actually letting me do this, being blindfolded was probably against everything in her nature. She was tense, but she stayed still. I placed a hand on her lower back, and turned her as I walked her to the other side of the parking garage, the clicking of her heels echoing through the otherwise deathly silent room. I stopped her in front of the spot I had taken in the visitor's parking, and told her to stay still as I walked over and pulled the tarp off, folding it haphazardly and dropping it on top of the blue Nissan that was two spots over.
I turned back to her, and pursed my lips as I took her in. Her arms were wrapped around herself in her three-quarter-length, black leather coat, her styled hair slightly messy, and a small, uncomfortable frown on her full lips. I walked back over to her slowly, stepping behind her and brushing her hair over one shoulder as I lightly kissed the side of her neck, wrapping my arms around her waist. She stiffened, but remained perfectly still. The sight of her there, blindfolded, completely putting her trust in me, made my earlier hunger flare back to life inside of me. I decided to see how far I could push my luck, I couldn't bring myself to end this moment yet.
So I continued to move my lips along the curve of her neck very slowly, gently, and smoothed my hands over the curves of her hips as I pulled her back against my chest. As the tip of my nose skimmed along the shell of her ear, and my teeth lightly scraped her ear lobe, I heard her breath catch softly in her throat before she leaned back against me, tilting her neck slightly to give me better access. I removed her arms from their protective stance in front of her, then slid my hands into her open coat, moving them up her hips, her stomach, and gently cupped her breasts. A faint moan escaped her lips, making me grin.
She was liking this, and I was fucking loving it. It was an unspoken truth that Bella was the more… dominant personality in our relationship. It was weird for me at first, but her strength, confidence, and take-charge attitude were a few of the things that made me crazy about her.
But it was fucking pleasing being the one in control now.
This was something that I was more educated on then Bella. For once, I was going to teach hersomething, lead her, not the opposite way around.
I'd have to member this tie thing, but right now, I needed to get this gift out of the way so I could get her upstairs.
I stiffened at the thought alone, and I knew Bella felt it when her breath caught again. Without a word, I quickly yanked off the tie, not giving her a second to become uncomfortable.
She froze.
I stood there behind her quietly, patiently, letting her take in the big charcoal and jet black Aston Martin in front of her. She started shaking slightly, and turned her head to look at me in confusion. I reached into my pocket, pulling out the double set of electric keys with a big red bow on them, and took her hand to curl her fingers around them. She stared at them for a long minute, then looked at the car again, and I watched as tears filled her eyes.
She still hadn't said anything, and I was starting to feel self-conscious.
"Do you like it?" I asked hopefully, and a little nervously.
"This… you… I-" She bit her lip, and took in a shaking breath. "You got this for me?"
"Well, yeah." Obviously?
"You bought me a ca- you bought me an Aston fucking Martin?"
I grinned, seeing the burning excitement, adoration, and bewilderment in her eyes. Fuck yeah.
"Yes," I said, lightly pushing her towards the car. She looked down at the keys in her hand again, and lifted them curiously with a trembling hand before clicking the button. The lights flashed as the sound of the doors unlocking echoed in the quiet garage, and a strangled sound somewhere between a sob and a moan escaped her lips before she clapped her hand over her mouth. I opened the door for her, and she gasped as she saw the interior. They had convinced me not to do the entire thing in purple, and I was glad I followed their advice. The interior was a jet black, smooth leather. But inside the bucket seats and door panels there were large accents of a deep, dark violet leather.
She didn't step in. She spun around, jumping as she threw her arms around my shoulders and kissed me. I caught her easily, holding her up in my arms effortlessly as she attacked my lips. Her legs wrapped around my waist as she clung to me, and her lips moved down my jaw, my throat and back up the side of my neck, making it impossible to form a coherent thought.
"I love it Edward, it's fucking amazing. I can't believe you did this. Thank you, fuck, she's so beautiful, thank you."
"You've very welco-" she kissed me again, taking my face tightly in her hands. Her thighs were gripping onto me so tightly that I'm sure that if I let go of her she could have supported herself easily. I couldn't take my hands off of her though. They ran down her shoulders, her ribs, and I cupped her ass as I pulled her into me, pushing her against her car at the same time. The force of it pushed the air out of her, making her gasp. I devoured her neck with my lips as she moaned, gripping tightly onto my hair. The sound made me squeeze her more tightly.
As hot as this was, having her pressed up against the car panting in my ear, I wanted to do this right. I had to make this perfect for her. It's what she deserved.
"Let's go upstairs, we can play with your present tomorrow," I purred into her ear. I pulled away from her slightly, looking into her wide brown eyes and flushed cheeks.
Her expression reminded me of someone being dunked suddenly in ice-cold water, letting me know that she had gotten just as absorbed in that heat as I had. Her eyes darted around the garage nervously, and I set her down carefully when she quickly released her hold on me. I didn't take it personally when she moved away from me, looking nervous. I shouldn't have let that happen. Even if she had been the one to jump on me, I should have known that doing something like that, in a public place, would have that effect on her.
I was confident I could get her back once we were in the comfort of her home though, so I backed off slightly.
She helped me tuck her car back in, putting the cover back on after locking it, and gave it a sad, longing look as we left it behind. I could tell that she wanted to move it to a different spot, but I also knew she'd never put a key into an ignition with even a hint of alcohol in her system.
She didn't seem to relax much in the elevator. Her hand had twitched towards me a couple times, and on the third I just reached out and took it. I didn't let go until she dug through her purse to find her keys and unlocked the door. Zeus went nuts as soon as we got in, and we brought him right up to the roof. It was chilly out, but he needed to burn some energy, so as we stood up there with him I pulled Bella into my open jacket, wrapping myself around her to keep her warm.
I slid off her coat for her when we got back inside, seeming to surprise her with the action. I just grinned at her as I hung it up, and her returned smile looked slightly forced. She went over to the washroom quickly, and I sighed as I took off my shoes and dropped down on the couch, and patted Zeus' head.
"No matter what you hear tonight, you better come nowhere near that bed," I warned him in a teasing whisper. God, Bella's crazy was starting to wear off on me. She was in the washroom for a while, and I got up and poured myself a large glass of water which I finished quickly before sitting back down on the couch and trying to stop my knees from bouncing restlessly.
She came out then, looking just as stunning as she had in that red dress when I first got in this afternoon. She had brushed out her hair though, and it ran in thick, smooth waves down to her waist. I smiled at her, pulling her down next to me when she got close and wrapping her in my arms.
I couldn't ignore the tenseness of her shoulders.
"Bella, you know we really don't have to do anything," I told her gently, brushing her wavy hair behind her ear before kissing her temple. She seemed to relax slightly from my touch.
"I know," she said, resting her shaking hands on my chest. "But I want to."
"Are you really sure?" I asked, unable to stop my hands from running down her sides. She leaned into me, looking up at me nervously and smiling. She gave me a gentle nod, and that one little movement let the fire break through the weak damn I had built around it. I forced myself to move slowly though as I titled my head down and gently brought my lips to hers.
I was very delicate with that kiss, and as I held her closely, protectively in my arms, I felt the rest of the tension dissolve away from her body. Feeling her comfortable, happy in my arms, erased the last twinges of my worry. This was just us, this was right.
And after tonight, she would have no fear of this anymore. I was sure of it; I wouldmake sure of it.
I slid her legs across my lap, pulling her closer to me with my other arm around her back without breaking our kiss. As the tips of my fingers lightly trailed up her calf, she giggled, wiggling slightly as I went over the back of her knee. The beautiful, carefree sound made me smile against her lips, and she slid her arms around my shoulders. My lips became hungrier as she pulled herself closer to me, and her hands only had the faintest tremble to them as they moved down my stomach. I shivered when I felt her warm, soft fingers on my skin, the sensation shooting excitement through my body. I wanted to feel more of her on me, and eased my lips away from hers for a short moment as I slid both my button-down and undershirt off over my head at the same time.
I grinned as I watched her eyes trail over me, and she gave me an appreciative smile as her hands slid over my abdomen, her fingers tracing over the muscles on my stomach. The feeling was so intense, her tingling fingertips making it hard to think.
I grinned back, thankful for her obvious appreciation, before leaning in and kissing her again. The feeling of her hands moving over me was driving me crazy though. I wanted more of her; all of her. As I trailed the tip of my tongue along her lip as she had done earlier, her mouth opened against mine, and my hold tightened on her as our tongues lightly teased each other.
It was the most beautiful sort of torture, and her breaths were heavy as I let my lips move along her jaw. My movements were steady and deliberate as my fingers easily pinched onto the zipper on the back of her dress and slowly slid it down the length of her spine. She tilted her head back slightly as my lips moved down her throat, and along her shoulder as my hands slid the dress down her arms. She shimmied her arms out of the sleeves as I pulled them off, and she lifted her hips for me to slide the dress off when I leaned her back against the back of the couch.
It was a stunning sight, Bella leaning back against the black leather of her couch, in her lacy boy shorts and matching blue and white bra and thigh highs. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark and sparkling, her lips slightly swollen from our kisses. I watched her for a long moment, enjoying seeing the reactions her body had to my touch as I slowly trailed my fingers along her collar bone, the curve of her breast along the cup of her bra, down her stomach, hip bone, and along her thigh. She took in an unsteady breath in a bit of a moan, closing her eyes.
She was just so fucking beautiful, and she was mine.
I let out a huff before scooping her up in my arms quickly, and standing up. Her eyes shot open.
"W-what are you doing?" She said, clinging to me in surprise.
"Moving you to the bed, I need more room for what I want to do to you," I growled, attacking her lips with mine again as I carried her across the long room. She let out a small squeak of surprise when I tossed her onto the middle of the bed, her face flushing red as I watched her with an excited grin, sliding off my belt and stepping out of my pants before crawling over to her.
"You're so beautiful," I murmured, trailing my fingers down her body again. Her breathing picked up, and I moved my lips hungrily along her collar bone. I'd dreamed about this for so long. I easily unclasped her bra with one hand, and something about the action made Bella smile against my lips before I tossed the lace onto the floor. The corners of my mouth were curved up triumphantly at the same time, but I froze as my hands slid down her bare back, feeling the large, scattered scars that stood out drastically compared to the faint lines of her wings. Those weren't from tattoos.
Bella froze at the same moment, going rigid in my arms. Her breath had caught in her throat, and I kissed her quickly, firmly, when I realized she was about to panic. I couldn't let her get the wrong idea about my reaction. I didn't want to her to be self-conscious; I had just been caught by surprise. There was the boiling anger from the knowledge that she had been harmed so badly, and I tried to push all of the different scenarios of what had happened to her out of my mind.
The conclusion reached me too quickly though. Victor. Having that name pop into my mind during what I was doing did something strange to me. I was so fucking angry. He had taken what this should have been away from her, he had tortured the other half of my soul, harmed what was mine. The burning anger was mixed with the overwhelming, desperate urge to really make her mine. I didn't want him to have any hold on her anymore, he couldn't have any of her. My lips became rougher against hers, and the change in my mood seemed to have a positive effect on her. Her fingers dug into my shoulders sharply as her grip on me tightened, her fear seeming to dissolve once more as her chest started rising and falling more quickly with her heavy breathing. When she pulled her mouth away from mine to take in a real breath of air, my lips went back down to her neck, devouring her strawberry scent as my hands moved down her body. She gasped when my fingers traced over her nipples, running over them and teasing them with my thumbs, and my lips quickly followed, kissing over the incredibly soft skin of her breasts, then flicking over one of her small, stiff peaks with the tip of my tongue. She whimpered in arousal, the sexiest sound I'd ever heard in my life, squirming underneath me and making me harden in excitement. The look on her face, flushed, heated, and just completely gone already filled me with pride.
And more desire.
This was just so overwhelming, touching her like this. My craving to just be as close to her as possible, touching as much of her as I could at once, was staggering, all-consuming, making it hard to think. My body was just moving on autopilot, trying to quench that encompassing desire. The want, the need, seemed to tighten everything in my body; my muscles, my stomach, my heart, my fucking soul. She felt so perfect in my hands, and I just wanted to touch, taste and kiss every inch of her incredibly soft skin. My lips continued to make their way down her body, making me grin as I left a trail of kisses down her stomach that made her laugh. I loved how fucking ticklish she was, it was damn adorable, and it made me even happier that it showed how comfortable she was with me right now. I was smiling appreciatively as I trailed my fingers over the lace on her hips, the exposed skin of her thighs, and the trim of her stockings. Without my lips on her she seemed to get a little nervous again, so I tried to talk to make her more comfortable.
"I've never had this much fun un-wrapping a present before," I purred in a deep voice, making her grin with a bit of a shaky laugh before I trailed the tip of my tongue down her stomach. My fingers trailed over the design on her hip, taking my time to admire it as I traced it with my fingers.
This definitely was new, and it only took me a second to realize I had been expecting to see that scar on her hip that I had seen that first time at the gym with her. Now though, it was like new feathers had been added to her wings, that started to wrap around her hip, stretching towards it, and faded into a design of shaded blues and violets, little blank spots left throughout in the shapes of stars, that went over the scar and hid the mark artistically well, though I could still feel where it was. The colours were perfect for the tone of her skin; stunningly beautiful.
Is that why she had her wings? To prevent people from being able to see the scars on her back?
I left a long line of kisses down her hip over her hidden scar, and her breath caught in her throat as I kissed the inside of her thigh, just below her lacy shorts.
"This is new, right?" I asked quietly, trailing my fingers over it again, then tracing over the waist of her shorts, the tip of my finger dipping inside them slightly, running along her skin. Her breathing was becoming a little faster, and she seemed beyond words when she just nodded. "Well, it's fucking beautiful. I love it." My hands went down her legs, and I slowly removed both of her stockings, grinning like an idiot the entire time probably. I didn't care, Bella loved my enthusiasm. She watched me, biting her lip to cover her amused grin, and when I winked at her she laughed again.
There was nothing nervous about her anymore, not even as she lifted her hips and I slid off the last piece of her puzzle.
Fucking perfection. I had to give myself a minute just to appreciate the image in front of me, my flushed, aroused angel looking up at me with nothing but desire in her face. I leaned in, and her hands quickly cupped the back of my neck, pulling herself into me as she kissed me. It was too easy to get lost in that passionate kiss, feeling her stomach pressed up against mine, nothing but her skin on mine, her hands getting tangled it my hair, and moving all over my body. I pulled in a sharp breath when her fingers slid into my boxers, and wrapped around my hard member. I needed to stay in control of this situation though, it had been too long of a dry spell for me, and even though it was worth it, I didn't think I would last too long if she tried to take over.
I gently took her hands away, pinning them beside her head on her pillow before kissing her again. She gave me the most adorable fucking pout, and gasped when I bit that puffy red lip. I'd been waiting so long to do that, she tasted so fucking good.
"Not tonight," I whispered teasingly, "We'll have plenty of time for that next time," I growled suggestively. Her hands were gentle as they cupped my face, and I pulled back slightly to look into her big, guilty chocolate irises.
"Edward… I want this to be good for you too," she whispered, that shyness setting back into her. I shook my head, smiling as I kissed her throat, moving up her neck to just below her ear.
"Fuck Bella, this is good for me," I said in a low voice, nibbling on her ear lobe as I pushed my erection up against her, our skin separated only by the thin material of my boxers. Her breath caught in her throat again as her grip on me tightened. "I've been waiting a long time to touch you like this, and I'm fucking loving it. Now stop distracting me," I said teasingly, pinching one of her nipples. She gasped, and then moaned when I wrapped my lips around the spot, soothing the skin with a roll of my tongue. Her hands tried to leave the pillow again, and I grabbed them quickly with a grin, pushing them back down. If she didn't have something to keep her hands busy she was going to lose it. "Don't let go of that fucking pillow," I ordered, not able to hide the amusement in my voice. She grinned, biting her lip again as she nodded, gripping onto it tightly as I went back to playing with her breasts. I couldn't get enough of them, they fit so perfectly into my hands, not too large and definitely not too small, and I loved feeling her hard, pink nipples on my tongue and the sounds it made escape from her. The throbbing in my pants was becoming more painful by the second, but I didn't want to hurt her, so I needed to try and… prepare her as much as possible.
And I didn't want to rush this, I never wanted to take my hands off of her again.
My mouth moved back up to hers, kissing her gently as my right hand moved down her body, my left arm propping me up on my elbow as I hovered above her. She didn't seem to appreciate the speed of my kisses though, and leaned into me as she bit onto my lip.
She was the one that gasped though, as I slid a finger in between her folds, stroking slowly down the length of her center. She was so fucking wet, and whimpered against my lips as I slowly started to circle around her clit. I could feel her heart pounding against her chest as my lips traveled over it. The sight of her shaky breathing, her eyes closed tightly as she tried to concentrate only on the pleasure I was giving her, made it impossible to keep my slow pace. My mouth quickly moved back down her body as I slid down, spreading her legs in front of me and opening her with my fingers. I growled at the fucking beauty in front of me, before leaning in and stroking her clit with my tongue before rolling around it.
"Fuck!" She gasped, flinching from the sudden sensation before letting out a soft, slightly frustrated moan when I kept her from pulling away. "E-Edward, that feel so good," she whimpered.
"Don't let go of that pillow," I chastised her lightly, seeing that her hands had moved again. She moaned, gripping onto it again tightly as I started to trace her with my fingers again, keeping her thoroughly distracted with my tongue. She tasted fucking amazing, and I had to hold her down with a firm hand on her stomach to keep her from wriggling away from me. It was in Bella's nature not to be able to stay still very long, but she was going crazy right now.
I fucking loved it.
Slowly, I started to ease one of my fingers inside of her, biting back my groan when I felt how ridiculously tight she was, clenching around my finger. Bella had an unending line of expletives that were just turning me on even more as I slowly moved my finger in an out of her, adding a second once she had gotten a little more adapted to the intrusion. She arched her back, and I sped up my movements, rolling her over my tongue as I looked up her body, watching her proudly. She looked fucking close, and I curled my fingers inside of her, and gently grazed her clit with my teeth.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, Edward, wait, I-"
No, I wasn't fucking stopping. I knew she didn't really want me to, and I grinned brightly when she clenched around me tightly, her entire body trembling from her release as she whimpered and tried to pull away. I kept her gently in place though, dragging out the length of her release on my tongue and fingers until she wasn't so sensitive. There were tears running her down her cheeks, and I wiped my mouth on the back of my arm before crawling back over her, kissing her forehead gently and waiting until she looked up at me.
"Bella, why did you want me to stop?" I asked gently, though I'm pretty sure I already knew the answer. She bit her lip, and was still trying to catch her breath. "Was that… your first orgasm?"
She looked mortified, her face as red as a tomato, but nodded, not breaking eye contact with me. I knew she hadn't been with anyone besides… but I had always assumed she had at least gotten herself off. I couldn't help my grin, and that seemed to relax her slightly.
I was her first, and that definitely was not going to be her last.
Very slowly, I slid off the bed, kicking off my boxes before crawling over to her again. He eyes were wide, her teeth digging into her bottom lip again as she checked me out. There was a hint of nervousness in her expression again as I leaned over her, and trailed my fingers down the side of her face affectionately.
"We still don't have to do this," I assured her. "It's okay if you want to stop baby."
"No," she whispered quickly, grinning up at me shyly. "I just wasn't expecting it to be so… big."
I grinned, appreciating the compliment. I leaned in, kissing below her ear again. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you," I teased, leaning onto one arm as I kissed her, and opening up the wrapper I had tossed on the bed before sliding on the condom.
Hopefully I wouldn't have to use one of these things again. I was clean, and I wanted to feel her on me, not the fucking latex. Which was something I never did. I'd been extra vigilant after Tanya, but things with Bella were so, so different. I wanted to have the time to have a proper discussion about that though, and now wasn't the best time. She still felt amazing though, as I slid my head up and down between her folds, spreading her wetness and circling her clit, making her squirm. I didn't stop her this time as her hands let go of the pillow, sliding up my arms and gripping onto my shoulders as I slowly started to ease my length inside of her.
"Fuck," I hissed, resting my forehead against hers as I started to push inside of her. She was so tight…
Too tight. Her breathing was starting to become panicked, her eyes were clenched shut, and she was gripping onto my shoulders so tightly.
I almost pulled out again right then, but… she seemed to really want to do this, so I tried to calm her a bit first before backing off.
"Shh, baby, relax," I said quietly, kissing her cheek softly. "Look at me Bella."
She opened her eyes after a few seconds, and the guilt in her eyes was almost as painful as the fear in them. I was sweating in my restraint, but I managed to stay still. I kissed her lips softly before giving her a gentle smile.
"It's okay, it's just you and me," I told her, running my thumb along her cheek. She nodded, watching me with those big brown eyes. I did feel her starting to relax. "I love you."
"I love you too," she said back immediately, and I smiled again, kissing her. I kissed her slowly, feeling her body slowly starting to relax under mine as I deepened the kiss. I slid into her a bit more before pulling back and out pushing in again, my lips moving from hers, across her jaw and down her neck as I pushed again. My muscles were trembling in my restraint, but at the same time I savoured the slow movement, the feeling of being so completely wrapped in her. Hot, wet, soft and tight. No words could accurately describe it. Nothing could compare to this; I'd never felt anything so powerful before. Her hands tightened on my shoulders again, but this time as a soft moan escaped her lips. I grinned against her neck.
"You feel so fucking good baby," I growled, making her moan louder. Her thighs tightened against me. "Are you okay?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
Her body did not feel fucking tense in the slightest as she started to move with me, meeting my thrusts as they became a bit more powerful, her body trying to claim the same closeness and friction that mine wanted.
"Oh, god, yes," she moaned quietly, moving her hips around me, seemingly beyond any more complicated words. The fucking sounds she was making, not hiding her pleasure from me, drove me fucking crazy. Her moans were genuine, and there was something about them that seemed so… innocent. None of those faked porn-star moans that for some reason women thought sounded hot. No, the quiet whimpers that escaped Bella's lips, accompanied by my name, was the hottest fucking sound in the world. Her movements were as eager as mine when I started to move into her more quickly, harder, deeper. Her moans and my grunts filled the apartment as our bodies danced together with perfect synchronization, her hips meeting my thrusts and her nails leaving welts down my back. She tried to take over a couple times, but she seemed to love it when I'd push her and hold her down, thrusting into her harder. I pushed right through her second orgasm, leaning back on my knees and guiding her hips towards me with a hand on her hips, my other hand sliding down her arched body and slipping my thumb over her swollen clit. Her moan came out closer to a cry, and while feeling her clench around me once more I released quickly, burying my full length deep inside her while her muscles gripped onto me tightly.
I dropped back down on her, not even pulling out as I breathed heavily against her neck. She was holding onto me tightly, trembling almost violently underneath me. She whimpered as I pulled out of her, rolling her onto her side towards me so I could wrap her in my arms, holding her tightly against my chest.
"Fuck, Bella, I love you so much," I whispered into her hair.
"I love you too," she whispered back happily, and I looked down to see the brightest fucking smile I had even seen on her face. I couldn't stop my face from mirroring hers, and I kissed her quickly. When I leaned back, she wiped the sheen of sweat off of her forehead with the back of her shaking arm, grinning with a light laugh. We just stayed there like that, watching each other in blissful silence for a few minutes. It would have been impossible to look away from her, but I had no desire to try.
"Are you okay?" I asked quietly. She hadn't seemed in pain, but the possibility that I might have been too rough, hurt her in some way, almost launched me into a spiral of panic.
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing beautifully and she gave me a shy nod. "That was… Amazing Edward," she whispered. "I just-" She closed her mouth quickly and looked away, her flush spreading all the way down her neck and onto her breasts.
"Just what?" I asked, tracing the flush on her cheek with the pad of my thumb. I felt much calmer watching her glowing smile.
"I just feel kind of… sticky," she giggled, and brushed her hair away from her damp face. I laughed in relief, and covered her face in kisses before getting up. She wasn't the only one that felt… sticky.
I pulled her up, carrying her over to the washroom in my arms while she kissed me, and set us both down in the shower after tossing the condom. She squealed when the cold water hit her first, cringing with a big smile on her face, but I quickly switched places with her, protecting her from the cold water until it warmed up quickly and we both got washed up. I inspected her body wash carefully.
"What's wrong?"
"I just always figured your soap was strawberry scented, because you always smell like them, but this is cranberry?" I grinned, feeling kind of silly. She laughed.
"My moisturizing cream is strawberry scented," she explained, taking the bottle away and kissing me. She turned to rinse off, and I slid my hands down her back, admiring her intricate tattoo. I traced over one of the larger, raised scars that I couldn't actually see, and when she froze, I leaned down and kissed it gently while holding her firmly in my grip.
"What happened?" I asked gently, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"It was from when he threw me out of the car. There were a lot of large, sharp rocks apparently," she said quickly, in a detached-sounding voice, standing very still and not looking at me as she spoke.
"Is that why you got the tattoos?" I asked, turning her around so that I could see her face. She watched my face closely for a minute, and I could see a lot of anger hidden in her eyes.
"I hated having his marks on me, so I made them my own," she said in a firm voice. Fuck, the strength of this small woman never ceased to amaze me.
"Well, I think your tattoos are fucking beautiful," I told her seriously, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her fiercely. She relaxed again in my arms.
"Thank you," she whispered against my lips. We stepped out of the shower, toweling ourselves off and having trouble looking away from each other in the process. When we walked out she headed for her dresser, but I picked her up quickly and dropped her onto the bed, sliding up next to her and holding her against me as I wrapped her in my arms. I needed to feel her, there was no fucking way I was letting her put clothes on.
"When did you have this done?" I asked, sliding my hand over her right hip, my thumb grazing over the design and making her shiver.
"Uhm, the first session was about a week after the uh… night in the alley," she said, making me flinch. "I had had the appointment for a while actually, but my guy has a pretty busy schedule. It took him one session to do the extra feathers, and then two for the nebula. It's not done yet, he's bringing it down and wrapping it into my constellation," she said, her voice getting a bit excited.
"That's going to look fucking awesome," I said, getting a little lost in the image of it in my mind. Fuck me if I didn't think her ink was sexy as hell.
"I hope so, I've put too much effort into these designs for them to get fucked up now," she said with a laugh. She tried to cover a yawn, and I rolled onto my back gently, pulling her into my side. She rested her head on my chest, snuggling closer to me and hooking one of her knees over my leg.
"You drew them? I didn't know you liked to draw."
"I don't really, I'm actually horrible at it, but I wasn't going to put something that someone else designed on me. It felt… weird, I guess. Rory cleans my ideas up and he puts his own little flare into it, but keeps to my basic designs."
I guessed that was the name of the tattoo artist. I'd like to meet her, she was obviously really good.
"Maybe you could design one for me sometime?" I asked with a smile. She propped herself up on my chest, grinning down at me.
"You want a tattoo?" She asked, a little disbelieving.
"I've thought about it," I said with a shrug. I had no idea what I would want though.
She smiled, leaning down and giving me a gentle kiss before resting her head on my chest again.
"I think you'd look fucking hot with a tattoo, as long as you don't get something like a butterfly or a tramp stamp," she said, and I could practically hear her biting her lip as I burst out laughing, holding her more tightly. We were both quiet after that, but it was a perfect quietness. I shifted us to move under the blankets after a little bit, feeling the goose bumps on the backs of her arms, but she curled back up against me quickly. I felt so content, so complete being here next to her like this. My mind fogged with the intense joy that filled me, and I drifted off to sleep quickly with her wrapped in my arms.
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So yeah, that happened. And now you also know why Bella has her tattoos! (For those that haven't read her story.)
And she finally met the parents. What's Carlisle's deal? There's a link to the picture of The Car on my profile.
Comments? Let me know what you think!
PS: Greensleeves always makes me think of the opening menu to FFX. Just thought I'd throw that out there.
And I've spilled lemonade all over the next few chapters. Just a heads up.