[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I own the plot for this story.

[A/N] Welcome to a new update. I know it's been forever. Hope you'll enjoy. Big thanks go out to those of you who left me such nice reviews on the last chapter. I cherish your support.

We loved with a love that was more than love

(Edgar Allan Poe)

Chapter 14

My Bambi's skin tastes like exquisite sea-salt against my tongue. I let my lips glide over her collar bone and down to the valley between her breasts. She groans when my thumbs brush over her pinkish nipples. They are hard and swollen within seconds. I love that. With a soft hum, I move my mouth closer to one of the tempting tips.

"You are very pretty." I swipe my tongue over the nipple before sucking it between my lips. "Pretty and sexy." I blow over the moist skin, watching fascinated how Bella's hands grip my sheets beneath her very tightly.

Bella's hands come down. She tugs on my hair, running her fingers through the tangled curls. I look up. "You never told me what happened during the first night we met."

She lowers her hands to my hips and with a swift, fast-paced movement, flips us around, so that she is straddling me. I smile against her mouth when she lowers her face to mine. "Nothing."

My tongue flickers against her lower lip, urgently demanding entrance into the heat of her mouth. The moment she exhales, I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, kissing her deeply. My tongue toys against hers, the way she instantly reacts to me with soft moan, sends tingles down my spine.

"I was naked." I mumble, after pulling back from the kiss. "I was naked and nothing happened?"

Bella's hands move down to my chest. She tugs the straps of my bra down until my breasts are exposed to her eyes. Then she reaches around me and unclasps the disturbing piece of clothing to toss it aside. "You were drunk, very drunk."

I nod, the instant wave of embarrassment making me suddenly feel shy, despite the fact that I am already damp and needy between my thighs. "We didn't have a very romantic start."

"Starts, like appetizers, are highly overestimated." I suck in my breath, when her fingers glide down my stomach to undo the button of my jeans. "You want to know what is always the best part?" Her hand moves inside my underwear. Her index finger circles my clit. It's only for few seconds but my inner muscles already start to quiver. She pulls back, keeping her eyes on me when she puts her finger inside her mouth. "Dessert." She whispers. "Dessert is always the best part that is to come."

I roll from her lap and lean back against the pillows. "If I was a dessert what would I be?"

"I am not sure yet." Bella states pulling my zipper down before she hooks her fingers into the sides of my jeans and pulls them downwards. "You are probably something very exquisite, like gold foil on bitter chocolate."

I lift my butt to help her with wiggling down my underwear, so she can pull it off. I watch fascinated how Bella's hands glide slowly up my inner calves and up to my knee. "You don't have any hidden piercings I should know about, do you?"

"Way too chicken for that kind of stuff. I am not a fan of pain."

"Well, some kinds of pain are worth enduring." Her nose rubs over my left inner thigh. "But you never know while it hurts. You only know afterwards." She kisses my hipbone.

"I'd never hurt you."

Bella's fingers circle down to my outer lips, grazing them very lightly. I whimper. "Please."

"Please what, Alice?" She teases while her thumb touches the hood of my clit. "Tell me."

I have never told a woman to go down on me. It has never been necessary before. A bit of gentle head pushing has always been enough for every one of them to get the hint.

"Please, don't tease me."

"Says the woman, who has stripped in front of someone, and who hasn't had sex in over six months." Her fingertips massage my nether lips very deftly now. "That is like waving with a piece of chocolate in front of someone who is on a diet."

"I am sorry." I whisper. "I was drunk."

God, why does it sound lamer every time you say it, Ali? You need to stay away from alcohol. It turns you into some third class stripper with a mesh-like memory.

"It's okay." Bella whispers, her nose brushing from my left hipbone over to my right one. I can feel her soft, hot mouth right above where I need to feel it so badly now.

"Please, Bella." I whimper. ""Please, Bella."

She plants another chaste, close-lipped kiss right above my mound. Then, finally her mouth slides lower. I feel her against the top of my cleft and the sensation makes me shudder in pleasure. Her tongue darts out to press swiftly against my clit. I moan.

Again and again, her tongue flickers over my most sensitive flesh. She's trying to go slow. I can tell by the way her mouth moves between my legs. But Bambi Eyes is needy. She groans against my sex. I shiver when her breath tickles my pulsing clit.

"Best dessert ever," Bella mumbles, replacing her lips and tongue with her fingers for a moment. "You are fucking delicious."

She tastes my sex in a painfully slow way. Her tongue barely flickers against my clit. I fist my hands into the sheets beneath me when she sucks one of my nether lips between her warm lips. Then, she hums, sending a vibration like sensation throughout my entire lower body. I suck in my breath. A moan dies against the pillow that I manage to grab and press against my mouth.

Her tongue swipes circles around my entrance while the pad of her thumb rubs deftly against my clit, adding just the right amount of pressure. I whimper. The muscles in my upper thighs go ridged. Sweet, sweet release washes through my entire body. Its intensity makes me quiver all over. Mascara burns in my watery eyes. Oh fuck!

I drop the pillow and pant heavily.

Bella pops herself up on her elbows. "No fair," she pants. "I really wanted to hear you."

I make a fist and hammer against the wall behind my bed frame. "Thin walls."

She laughs, sitting up. Some of my wetness is smeared on her cute little chin. I bend forward and lick it off. "Thank you."

"My pleasure."

I climb on her lap, my left thigh pressing against warm, moist flesh. She whimpers when I rock back and forth a bit.

"You like this?" I whisper into her ear, swiping the tip of my tongue playfully against its shell. I grab her lower arms to keep my balance while I turn us slowly to the side. She is so wet that her flesh smacks deliciously against my own.

"Please," Bambi groans. "Please, don't stop."

Her lower body thrusts against mine. Our bodies are sweaty and slippery against the other one. The sight of Bella moaning beneath me is divine. Her eyes are shut. Her lips partly-open with the sweetest little groans escaping her mouth. I fasten my movements, shifting a bit forward to add more pressure on her sensitive clit.

When she comes, it feels like I am wrapped inside heaven. She pulses and throbs, the sensations bringing myself closer to a second climax of my own. I hold her very close by wrapping my arms around the small of her back.

"I love...," I prattle, the inner joy that floats through me making me unable to think clearly. "I love you so much when you cum. It's so fucking beautiful."

I kiss her mouth. My lips ghost lightly over hers. I place tender butterfly kisses all over her face. I love the way her face tastes. The slight, barely noticeable saltiness of her soft skin. I love how her cute dimples feel against my mouth when she smiles.

"Alice."

She says my name like a whispered promise, and I hold her in my arms until both of us drift into sleep.

The next morning, I wake up by the merciless buzzing of my phone. I try to ignore it, and finally the stupid thing shuts up.

I sigh and stretch my joints. Great, now I am awake anyway. The room around me still smells like musky sweet arousal. But when I reach my hand out to touch Bella's silky hair, she is not there.

"Bella?" I call out. "Are you here?"

A strange feeling of emptiness fills my chest when I realize I am alone in my bed. Next to me on the bed is nothing but a crumpled pillow that smells faintly of some fruity shampoo.

Did I do something wrong? Didn't she like our first night together?

I grab some clothes from my dresser and stumble into my bathroom. I turn on the shower and wait until steaming warmth fills the room. Like a mad woman who is scared of germs, I scrub and rub my body. I don't like that Bella left without saying a word. It wasn't right. I don't want her to leave me, ever.

By the time the shower water runs cold my skin is red and prickling. I wrap a towel around my body and a second one around my head.

My stomach rumbles, and I remember I don't have anything eatable in my apartment. The moment I enter my kitchen, a small jean-covered butt makes its way inside through the opened window. She slips, dropping the plastic vase that is standing on the sill. I manage to keep her from falling hard on my kitchen floor by wrapping my arms around her middle.

"Got you."

"Thanks," she mumbles, dropping a plastic bag on the ground next to us. Then, she turns her head to me and sniffs. "You took a shower? Is that why you didn't hear the door-bell?"

My arms are still around her. I know I am supposed to let her go so we can both get up. The floor is hard and cold. I can't let go of Bella though. It seems impossible to me.

"I woke up and you were gone." I tell her, letting my fingertips caress the small of her back.

"Yes, to get breakfast for us. You sleep like the dead. It was impossible to wake you up." Bella tells me cheerfully. She plants a quick kiss on my lips. Then she jumps up, placing the groceries she got on my kitchen table. "You grunt in your sleep. It's so fucking cute."

I shake my head, trying to comb through my damp curls with my fingers. "I do not snore."

"Oh, and how you snore." She laughs, searching my cupboards for something. "I don't mind it. Don't worry."

Bella takes a bowl out and cracks up some eggs. I lean back against the kitchen counter. "You don't have to cook."

"Do you mind?" Bambi ask, and her brown eyes get a bit bigger when she speaks. "Don't you like blueberry pancakes?"

I step closer to her and kiss the tip of her nose. "I love them."

"I love your piggy grunts." Bella laughs. I wrap my arms around her and push her against the counter.

"I do not snore."

My mouth against hers suffocates the next giggle from escaping Bella's lips. Her tongue is moist against the corner of my mouth. "Thank you for making me breakfast."

"For what?" she asks. "I have been making pancakes for people's breakfast since I was seven. I could do that blind and with only one arm."

I play with her hair, twisting a little strand of it around my forefinger. "Seven is too young to be in the kitchen. Why didn't your Mom make breakfast for you?"

Bella frowns. "Renee is not that good around the kitchen. And she was always on some weird diet while Emmett and I were growing up. No meat, no grains, no sugar and so on."

"That sucks." I say, watching while she stirs the rest of the ingredients into the bowl. I fish out the pan from the cupboards and set it on the stove. "What about your father?"

My dislike for Charlie hasn't lessened. I don't like that he laid hands on his daughter. I can only hope for his own well-being there won't be a repeat of the ugly incident.

"Em and I didn't see him often after our parents got divorced. Renee got full custody and moved us four states away from Washington." She adds some blueberries into the dough. "It was worse for Emmett than it was for me. He takes a lot after Dad, and Renee let him know that."

She dips her fingertip into the batter and holds it up to me. "Sweet enough?" I take her wrist. My eyes stay locked on hers while I lick her fingertip clean. I let my tongue swipe around the tip of her finger, while slowly sucking it deeper into my mouth.

Her cheeks turn into a lovely shade of peachy pink. "Sweet enough?" she asks again.

"You are way sweeter." I mumble capturing her lips with mine again. Bambi wraps her thighs around me, and I manage to lift her onto the counter without spilling the bowl with the batter all over. I kiss her throat. My insides clench when the sweetest little moans fall from her mouth whenever my lips touch against her skin. I swipe my tongue over the hollow of her throat. "You are very sweet."

I cup her face between both of my hands and kiss her mouth tenderly. "You are special to me."

"So are you to me." Bella whispers. She kisses the left corner of my mouth. "Don't hurt me, okay? I can't…," Her voice cracks a bit. "Just don't do it, okay?"

"Never." I tell her, sealing my promise with another kiss on her red mouth. I pull her very close and for a couple of minutes we remain still. Her breathing is soft against my ear. I feel completely safe and at peace. It's all because of her. She is the one who makes me feel this way. My heart hammers frantically in my chest. Then something very unromantic happens. My hungry stomach finally begins to protest and grumbles.

"I make you breakfast, Sugar." Bella states, jumping down from the counter. She takes the reign over my barely used kitchen like she belongs here. I watch her while she works quick and swiftly.

"Coffee." She tells me when she is almost done. "We need to have coffee to go with our breakfast. Can you manage that?"

I slap her playfully against her buttocks. "I make the best coffee in the world." Well, I can use the machine and so far nobody who drank my coffee fell seriously ill.

A few minutes later, Bella and I are sitting across from each other. Our plates filled with divine smelling blueberry pan cakes and steaming hot coffees standing next to them. She takes milk and no sugar. I take both. I have inherited a bit of a sweet tooth from my mother's side. We all love sugary things with a passion.

"These are very good." I mumble with a half-full mouth. "You are a good chef."

Bella giggles. "Thank you. I hope my boss agrees on that too. He's a bit weird."

I see my chance of talking her into getting a job at a different restaurant than that of this bastard Volturi, shining right in front of me. I dip my fork into the whipped cream and lick it slowly off while I carefully choose my next words.

"Well, that is always a bad sign if you feel your boss is weird. Getting along with your superiors is important."

I take sip from my sweet coffee. "I know a lot of people, nice people who own restaurants all over the town. If you want me to," I smile at her with all that is in me. "If you want me to make some calls for you, I would be happy to-,"

"No," Bella protests wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I don't need you to do that. Look, I like my job. I like the people I work with. Mr. Volturi is a bit strange. But aren't a lot of old people strange?"

I shrug my shoulders and bite the inside of my mouth until I taste a bit of blood. "How is he strange?"

"He's like a control freak." Bella says. "One night he showed up unexpectedly at the restaurant and everyone freaked out like the devil itself was about to come."

*Aro Volturi is the devil*

The words in my grandmother's diary echo in my head.

"That sounds awful. Are you sure you want to work for someone like that?" I ask her, lifting my coffee cup to my lips again. The hot liquid stings the tiny wound on the inside of my cheek.

"I think power turns every man into a tyrant. " She says. "And Aro Volturi has more money than a king."

She clasps her hands together and then leans a bit over the table. "Do you want to know some really good gossip about my boss?"

I nod eagerly. Whatever she tells me might be useful in my plan to destroy Aro Volturi like the ugly mot he is. "Sure, tell me." I say. "What did he do?"