Chapter 6 EPOV Oh No You Didn't

Think Twice - Eve6

Breathing in lightning
Tonight's for fighting
I feel the hurt so physical

Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around come around no more
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around no more

EPOV

Bella had nodded off a few minutes ago. I kept time with her breathing and when I was sure she had finally gone under, I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at her. Her features were both defined and soft…and so delicate.

Either grow some tits or start taking some 'roids. This mix-n- match of sappy sweet and caveman are giving me whip lash.

I traced a finger over the apple of her cheek. She was getting a nice shiner. The angry shading was like spilling red ink on a white canvas. She was still very swollen, her eyelid puffed out and her lashes spread oddly.

I could feel the fury rising up inside me.

It was a reminder of how quickly things can go wrong.

***

I was sweating like a whore in church on Sunday.

Jasper's ugly face was peering over his gloves at me and I deflected another hit to the ribs. He pivoted and took another shot only to hit my forearm. I was keeping pretty good form. I made some more blocks and deflected his kicks and then he signaled for me to take a break before sparring. It was typical warm up shit. Sit-ups then practice jabs, push-ups then practice hooks, lunges then practice kicks, and chin-ups then blocking drills. After that came the sparring; the fun stuff.

I pulled off my shirt and reached for a new bottle of water and a towel. My shorts were thankfully not plastered to my legs yet but they were getting there. I walked out into the annex and immediately caught sight of Bella. She was on the other side of the gym wiping down the ring posts; her delicious little ass waving around in the air.

Rallying my self control I turned toward the blue mats that were laid out in place of the ring to get warmed up only to have my traitor eyes wander back to Bella. I watched her rub the cloth up and down over the worn red post. Her arms were fully extended and the soft definition of her muscles flexed gently as she applied pressure…

I groaned and leaned back against the wall just watching her and trying desperately not to pitch a tent.

Jasper was chatting away with, who I suppose, was the bastard I was going to spar with. My eyes were narrowed in on Bella so tightly, I didn't notice the fucktard backing toward her while sparring with another asshole. Suddenly, his elbow came back and connected with her face and my legs were abruptly moving the rest of my body towards them. I watched in morbid horror as he lost his footing, fell back and landed on her. Her head bounced off the floor once, and only once, before she was prone. He was only on her for a few seconds before I yanked him up by his shirt.

One glance over my shoulder at the blood splattered on the floor around her and I was detached. I braced my forearm against the fucker's throat and just let go. I could feel my knuckles cutting against his ribs; the rough stinging as sweat mingled with blood and the wrap's abrasive material rubbed against them. My legs were straining to rise up and knee the bastard. I felt a strange resistance on my neck and shoulders. This was not tolerable. I knew outside of my head that I was calling him every name in the book I could think of just to get my point across. Nonsensical sentiments of how I was going to fuck him up while my fist made good on those promises. He shuttered beneath me and the blood weakly spit from his mouth, sprinkling my bare shoulder.

Then the resistance was tripled and I was aware of Emmett's usually sunny face, glaring at me in concern. I watched as they dragged the man away, just itching to rush him, break that elbow off his body and feed it to him. I finally focused on what was happening around me and I could see Jasper racing past. And then there was Bella- her face swollen and already reddening; her hand gushing blood. She lay on the bench so stiffly and still my heart stuttered for a moment in the middle of its racing and I couldn't find the instinct to breathe anywhere.

Jasper's hands were on her neck and face, brushing the hair away and checking her eye. He reached into his pocket and took out a roll of soft gauze and sports tape. Yanking something out of her hand he quickly wound the gauze around her palm and taped it up.

Now, I know Jasper is on our side here, but really, this has got to stop. Go get her and take care of her.

When I finally reached her, Jasper backed up and if this whole situation wasn't eating me alive, I would have laughed when he stumbled. Her limp body swung easily into my arms and I glanced up at Emmett. He whipped his head around and started to wave the gym members back. Jasper walked ahead of me opening doors and my car keys from somewhere.

For the first time in two years someone else drove the Volvo and I sat in the back.

We arrived at my place in record time. I carried her up the stairs and into the apartment thinking back a few weeks to when she had done the same for me. If at all possible, I felt myself more enraged about her being hurt. She seemed to come to in the bathroom when I set her down. Jasper cast worried looks at me so I glared at him.

"Look, I think you should just let me take a look at her. You're shakin' pretty hard man and your hands are kinda cut up. Just let me check her over."

After a few seconds of debating I relinquished her shoulders and let Jasper do his thing. If there was one person in the world I trusted it would be Jasper.

When Bella finally came to she looked drunk. I knew from first hand experience that her dazed behavior was thanks to a hard hit to the head .I couldn't help but fume in the background of her and Jasper's exchange. Each slurred word that came from her mouth made me want to hunt that bastard down and ensure his internal organs were busted open. By the time she was done proclaiming that I didn't want her sexually and Jasper knew more than I would like for him to about us, she decided she did indeed need to be seen by a doctor. It was funny, because it didn't matter if she knew it or not, she was going.

The emergency room visit was fun too. I kept getting these looks from the nurses and the doctor - like I was the asshole that hit her. She ignored me for most of the visit and when she asked if she could go home and just sleep it off, I knew exactly why. She knew she couldn't pay for the x-rays. But seriously, we were already there and this was already going to be expensive. I was glad to pay when we left. I mean, after my whole rant on taking care of her, I wasn't about to not pay. Money was no object anymore, not really. I sacrificed my face and body for the money in my bank account. The least it could do was pay for her to get fixed up. For all that she did for me…it was worth ten times the amount. I felt pleased and pissed off all that the same time. I might have been a hypocrite when I made her go to the hospital, but she was a hypocrite when it came to letting other people care for her.

***

The urges of hostility had been deadened by the fact that she was okay but it seemed at times like these, when I couldn't see her eyes or hear her voice, it would begin to bubble up again.

The whole bathroom incident had been playing in my head on repeat all night. I wanted to tell her that I did want her. I wanted her badly but I felt so ass backwards with everything that had already happened, I didn't know what to do.

I was close to losing my control before I found out she didn't have a place to stay. It seemed that whole fiasco set us back in the physical progression of our relationship; in my mind at least. I wanted her to feel secure with me. I could sense the underlying tension radiating off her. She was just waiting for the let down. I didn't know how else to convince her that I was game for this. I wanted this. I wanted her.

Okay, I'm going to just let you think on that a minute and see if you figure it out yourself…

Jesus, I'm an ass. Of course she feels that way! I haven't touched her in over two weeks. Cuddling and making out was not the same as sex. She thought I didn't find her attractive anymore.

"Do you not like my girly parts anymore?"

Yeah, I'm an asshole. A stupid, fucking, asshole. Groaning, I fell back onto my pillow and ran a hand through my hair.

Now, you have the problem. Solution it.

Well, clearly there is only one way to fix this. But I can't go sexin' her up when she's like this. Can I? No. I can't.

UGH!

I have to make it special. I have to really show her that I want her; leave no doubt in her mind that she drives me fucking crazy. I have to fix this. I'm not really the candles and rose petals type of guy. What the hell do I do? I've never needed to do anything like this before. Romantic evenings just seemed redundant to me when all the two people really want is to just jump into bed and go at it like bunnies.

Hello? I thought we were done being stupid.

I need a plan. I need romance. I need something that says 'You are the hottest woman I have ever seen and that one time we did have sex was so amazing that I can't stop thinking about it, but I'm too emotionally inept to find the right balance between fucking your brains out and showing you that I want you to stay around forever.' I need something like that. Do they make Hallmarks like that? I could just get a blank one and write it in there…

Retard.

(A week later)

BPOV

Light sensations ghosted over my bare hips. Edward is awake…I was aware that it was still dark in the bedroom. My eyes peeked open to see the alarm clock reading 11:30. It had only been a few hours since we climbed into bed. I notice the bathroom light was on, casting dim light into the room. I craned my neck around and peered into Edward's green eyes. They were hooded and dilated. My breath caught; afraid to make any move that would snap him out of this.

Please, please, please let this mean what I think this means.

His fingers continued their path back and forth below my bellybutton, slowly easing lower and lower toward the waistband of my panties. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine so softly I almost didn't feel the contact, then his fingers dipped below the fabric and I was made acutely aware of just how wet I was. Damn wet dreams.

His moan against my mouth paired with his fingers parting my folds revved me into action. I reached up and took a hold of his neck, slanting my lips over his and kissed him hard.

Finally! Getting some damn action!

I felt his hard length pressing into my hip bone as he began to grind it against me. God damn did I want this but something wasn't right. Something was nagging at me to stop, assess the situation, and then proceed.

"Wait….wait. You're match is tomorrow. Are you sure we should be doing this?"

"Do you wanna wait until after the fight? I don't know if I'm going to be up for this for a while after that." His voice was husky as he spoke against my shoulder. Then in one swift movement, his fingers left my panties and yanked my/his shirt over my head and tossed it off to the side.

Well there you go negative Nancy. Now shut the hell up and let's do this shit.

He returned to his previous attentions and I swallowed hard, trying not to think of him being hurt tomorrow night. Once back in my panties, his fingers moved up and down my heat, not entering me; teasing me. My legs were shaking in no time and right before I was about to snap at him to just do it…he did. He slipped two fingers in and started slow motions, curving them just right and making me pant. God, he is way too good at that.

"I want you to know that it has been hell these past few weeks to see you, touch you, and not do this."

Gah, how can he form words right now?

"I love your 'girly parts' and tonight I'm going to show you just how much I want them; just how much I want you."

Jesus Tap-dancing Christ.

Code Blue! Code Blue! We need responses, Stat!

"Unnnngh. That feels so good."

We're flat-lining here!

"Shhh, let me take care of everything. Let me make you feel good, baby."

There are no words. There are only fingers and hands and did he just call me 'baby'? Oh, he just found a nipple…with his mouth. I arched into him and he slipped his other arm under my back; wrapping it around my waist to hold me still. Those miraculous fingers of his were slowly unraveling me into a hot mess. He was trailing open mouthed kisses and licks up to my neck. I felt like I was in a tiny box and the walls were Edward. Embarrassingly enough he didn't really need to shush me, I couldn't have formed a thought verbally if I'd tried.

He picked up his pace and pressed the flat pad of his thumb against my clit and started to rub slow circles over it. I was dangerously close to coming.

"Come on. Come for me. You're so beautiful, Bella. So fucking, beautiful."

And just because he asked so nicely, I did. I came. All over those glorious fingers. I bucked and moaned and clawed at his neck and shoulders. Dropping my ass back down onto the mattress I realized that this was just the beginning of his plans. His knee came up and spread my legs; settling himself between them. I was buzzing with anticipation for him but I didn't feel what I wanted to feel. He held himself up and away from me. I arched and writhed but still nothing.

"Now, now. I'm not done with you yet."

He slid down, kissing his way between my breasts while nuzzling my painfully hard nipples with his nose and breathing in deeply. It was far too erotic, watching his eyes flutter shut when he did so. He pressed kisses along my stomach and licked my bellybutton. Before long my lust educed brain realized what he was going after. Oh God, not that, anything but that!

Anything but that? No, anything but 'don't stop'. How often have you thought about his head between your legs?

Sure enough his arms slid under my thighs and gripped my wrists, effectively keeping me still. I felt his hot breath against the damp cloth of my panties and shuttered. Holy shit. I looked down and saw him staring right back at me. His eyes, half mast, as he pressed his nose against my clit and softly rubbed it. I was panting hard now and I'm sure I looked desperate.

My eyes flickered to his jaw as it slowly lowered and his tongue came out to lick over my panties. My head dropped back onto the pillows and my chest jutted out. If this is what I get for waiting, I would wait forever. He made slow, agonizing licks against me while his nose burrowed into my clit and I knew I was in trouble. When he added the vibrations of a growl, I cried out.

He released my wrists and whipped up, grasping the waistband of my panties and ripping them down. They joined my shirt. He was back down in a flash, pressing his forearms against my spread thighs and breathing harshly against me.

"I want you, Bella. I need you. Do you believe me?"

All I could do was nod. Lust overdrive was an understatement.

"Tell me Bella, tell me you believe me."

"I…I believe…oh God, I believe you. Please, I believe you!"

His tongue was…oh fuck I have no words to describe it. Soft, rough, firm and probing. Those are all words. He worked his mouth like his fingers: magically. Alternating between long rough passes and thrusts into my pussy; he avoided my clit with skill. My hands went to the back of his head and pulled him up, trying to get him to just lick it. Just lick it please God, I need it. I felt his lips around me finally and came close to just wailing. Delicious torture. That's what this was. He was torturing me.

One second his face was planted against me and the next, gone. My eyes snapped open and I threw my head down looking for him. He was kneeling between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and looking at me. His eyes moving slowly from my slick heat, up my stomach, lingering on my breasts and then they met my eyes.

"You are worth so much more than I could ever give you."

He fell over me, catching himself before our bodies met, his palms flat down on either side of my head. I was in full blown savage mode. I would, without a doubt, come back to his words later and figure out what they meant but for right now I wanted that in there and now.

I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to me and I readily ignored the stinging coming from my stitching, kissing him for all I was worth as my legs wrapped around his waist. It was pathetic, the whimpering, the grinding, the animalistic way I was practically begging for him. But fuck, it had been weeks and I was made to think about this for all that time. All those days in the gym, watching him, half naked and sweating. All those nights curled up with him. Every morning feeling his hard cock pressed against my ass only to have him roll over and get in the shower to do what I'd wanted to do so badly. It was too much. The culmination of weeks of sexual tension and frustration was radiating off me. I was going to get this and he was going to give it to me.

And he knew what I wanted. He knew exactly what I needed. Pulling away he looked down at me.

"I'm going to show you, Bella. I'm going to make sure you know exactly how much I love every inch of your body and just how hard it was to restrain myself."

Before I could sort through that statement to save for later, I felt his shaft slide over my wet entrance. Once, twice, and the third time the tip pressed against me. He was smirking at me; his arms locked on either side of my head. With every inch that slid in his smirk faltered and his cocky demeanor was replaced with hunger. His eyes were hard and the muscles on his shoulders flexed. When he was buried to the hilt and I was successfully at his mercy, only then did he look away. His eyes darted down to where we were joined and he groaned. Instinctively, I bucked my hips up and heard him hiss.

"Fuck, it's too much. You're too much." He groaned.

I'm still curious to know how he can talk while I'm having trouble breathing which should be an automatic bodily function. His hips began doing wonderful things while my hands gripped his biceps feeling just how hard he was as he ground into me. Nothing would ever be as good as this. Nothing would ever feel this right. I was quickly losing touch with reality and focusing all my attention on the goings-on between my legs.

Sweet, tormenting thrusts. He face dipped low to capture my left nipple in his mouth and bite down gently. Gasping, I threaded my fingers into his hair and held him there.

Never, ever let him leave this spot. It is your new mission in life.

I clenched around him involuntarily and he shuttered above me, moaning into my flesh. Despite the primitive actions and the absurd noises coming from me, this whole experience felt like more. I felt the emotions coming from every touch, every tender movement. He was loving me. He was showing me how much he cared for me. I would tell him; I would tell him how I felt. But right now didn't quite seem like the right moment. Declaring your undying devotion in the throws of passion was never a good idea.

As it turned out, right now wasn't the right moment for anything but flying into a state of oblivion. He was pulling me farther and farther into him while concurrently seeping into me. He was everywhere - in my head, in my heart, inside me…everywhere. I felt my head start to tingle and realized I had stopped breathing in my efforts to focus all my attention into his actions. So I sucked in a huge breath and moaned when he gripped my right knee and raised it up, tucking it under his elbow. He sank deeper into me hitting that sweet spot. I released his head and instead decided to grasp at his shoulders in an attempt to ground myself from this floating feeling.

His grunts matched his thrusts and hearing how much he was enjoying brought me closer to the end. My own voice was whimpering pathetically as my head rolled back onto the pillows. I had to hold out. This had to last. I wanted this feeling to go on forever.

"God, Bella, you feel so…fuck…so good. It's so good."

My eyes rolled back of their own volition. I was panting into his hear and moaning his name. He grunted in response, leaned back gripping my knees, sliding his hands up my thighs to my ankles and yanked me down roughly. He pulled my legs up and my calves pressed into his shoulders. I gulped and fucking shrieked when he drove himself back in. My torso arched as my hands blindly sought the grip I needed in the sheets beside me. His hands had a firm hold of my hips as he drove into me at an insane pace. My head thrashed on the sheets.

"I want you, dammit! I want all of you! Fuck, no one makes me feel this way. Come Bella. Come for me. Fuck, I want to feel you come! Come for me baby, come for me, come for me, come for me…"

"Harder, please harder! Edward, oh, fuck, I'm so close. I'm…"

I let go. I had no choice but to let go. My insides were freezing and melting, convulsing and burning around him. It was close to being painful. My fingernails dug into his forearms and my heels dug into his shoulders as I came around him. He slid my legs down again and kissed my neck. After a few more powerful thrusts, I felt the hot heat of him spilling into me. His whimpered sob was muffled in my neck.

We lay like that for a few moments, staying connected to one another and calming our breathing. When he was soft inside me he pulled out and yanked me into his chest.

"I want you Bella. And I want you to know that I feel so much for you. I just…I've never been the kind of person who knew how to say these things. I'm not the most romantic guy and I will no doubt fuck things up but I'll always show you how much I want you. I'll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I care if that's what it will take."

"Thank you. I – I know you mean it and I'm sorry if it seems like I'm asking for too much too soon. I'm happy to just be here with you. I – I'm falling in love with you."

His face was suspiciously neutral and I felt the shivers of panic course through me. It was too soon to tell him that. It was too fucking fast for him. How the hell do I backpedal from this?

"I can't say it back. I want to. I...feel strongly for you. I know that I want you in every way. But I can't say that to you. Not right now."

I nodded because I understood. He'd said it all. He feels strongly, he wants me in every way, but he just can't say it. I understand. And I will not over think this right now.

He wants me and for right now, that's enough.

A/N: puff puff pass. srsly. i went through like two packs of smokes on that one.

So, I hope everyone likes the lemon. And I hope this clears up any ?'s as to what happened with Bella and her shiner.

And yea, Fightward has some emotional issues where he just cant say it back. I know. hate me all you wanna.

This was supposed to be a heavy chapter...but alas plans have changed

next chapter will be the heavy shizza. kk?

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