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Chapter 11

Result and Finger Games

Bella

I sat in the car and waited.

The minutes dragged on, each one like an eternity. I thought about what had happened today and had to grin to myself, shaking my head - but also felt how a telltale warmth immediately spread across my face again.

It had already been a certain short-circuit reaction ... But I really could not have kept my fingers from him any longer. When I had seen the bulge in his pants, I had been almost magically drawn to it ... Even at the mere memory, my hands began to tingle ... And he had felt so good. Never would I have dreamed that he would let it get that far. I had been a bit surprised by HIS size - after all, I had never seen a hard-on before. But HE was not threatening at all but ... yes, almost aesthetic and had astonishingly excited me even more. Oh no. Just do not think of the feeling that the sight alone had produced between my legs. On the toilet in the car dealership I had disposed of a completely soaked panty liner and stupidly left my bag in the Volvo. I couldn't use wet panties now. That HE was hard had been clear from the start, but still the skin was so soft and tender and ... how he had moaned ... God ... Stop, do not think further!

To distract myself, I tried to get this brand-new music system to work. I turned and pushed pretty much all the buttons and tried to make sense of the symbols.

But either the thing only worked with an ignition key, which Edward had taken with him, or I was simply too stupid for it. Stupid technology.

I constantly looked at the clock and yet only a few seconds had passed again.

After ten minutes I got so nervous that I had to get out and walk up and down a bit.

I had some doubts whether he would really go through with it alone, after what he had told me. I still could not believe it. Virgin in every sense. One hundred and nine years old and he hadn't jerked off once. Then that had been his first orgasm - at one hundred and nine! And I was worried about my barely nineteen!

Another five minutes later, my patience ran out.

Surely it couldn't take that long!?

I went inside and to Carlisle's ward - after all, I knew it from relevant experiences.

Standing in the doorway to the lounge area, I saw Edward pacing restlessly up and down the window front with his head tilted, completely alone in the room.

He had actually forgotten me.

I watched him for a while, expected him to notice me at any moment.

Normally he should have smelled and heard me by now - but he really seemed to be very lost in thought ...

A few minutes passed and he was still pacing back and forth. Then he stopped and slumped down on a chair, propping his elbows on his knees and burying his hands in his hair.

I had to chuckle to myself.

That's how I always imagined an expectant father waiting outside the delivery room for the obstetrician's news. He was really overcome with nerves. I couldn't take it anymore, I felt sorry for him.

Only when I was a meter away from him did he raise his head and look at me, startled.

"Oh no, Bella! I didn't even think to let you know. How could this have happened to me?" He spread his arms, pulled me to him, and put his head against my chest. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what's wrong with me at all."

"Shh ... it's okay." I stroked his hair reassuringly and nuzzled the back of his neck. "Did Carlisle say how long it would take?"

"Ten to twenty minutes."

He pulled me down onto his lap and I gave him a kiss.

"And that was when?"

"Nine minutes and thirty-eight seconds ago," he replied, burying his face against the crook of my neck. "God, Bella. You wouldn't believe how stupid I feel ... over a stupid exam like this."

"Then I'm sure he'll be right here. Edward, honey, relax."

I stroked his back and felt him mouth a smile at 'honey' and then deeply suck in the smell of my hair.

He actually loosened up a bit and gave me a cool kiss under my ear.

"Thank you," he murmured, breaking away from me. "He's coming."

I followed his gaze to the door and a few seconds later it swung open.

Carlisle came in - and I immediately thought of the delivery room again - with a beaming smile all over his face, like the herald of good news. I almost expected a 'Congratulations, you are the proud father of a healthy son'.

"Ahh ... there you are."

"Hello, Carlisle!", I greeted him, now also a bit excited.

"Bella, I'm glad you're here and held his hand. I was almost having trouble concentrating with the pacing back and forth here."

Edward rolled his eyes.

Then he fixed him, briefly squeezed his shoulder and said, "Edward, congratulations ...", then looked at me with a wink, "nothing more stands in the way of your project. "

Edward let the air out of his lungs in relief, and I blushed ...

What else?

"You're quite sure it's not dangerous or painful for her?", Edward asked.

"There is no danger whatsoever of her being changed by your venom," he replied after a moment's hesitation, and I wasn't the only one who felt as if he was keeping something to himself.

"And?" Edward probed.

Carlisle narrowed his eyes and eyed Edward calculatingly, pursing his lips and looking briefly at me and then back again. He frowned for a moment and then let out a soft sigh.

"While I don't think I should necessarily let you in on this, but I am absolutely sure that you will not let go, so here you go ... Your sperm contains - as with some other things - substances that can cause a slight burning to a skin wound. If and how strong depends of course on the size of the injury. But this should not worry you further, since the vaginal environment is also acidic for most of the female cycle and would trigger the same sensations."

A soft groan testified that he had been right in his assumption.

Carlisle looked at him briefly with a pinched expression, then said, "I probably don't need to tell you about the wound-closing effects of your saliva, do I?"

I was probably as red as a fire alarm by now, at least judging by the heat on my face. And I was glad I hadn't come along earlier. This man really didn't mince words. As far as I was concerned, we could disappear as quickly as possible.

"Oh yes, before I have to go back ... Condoms are unfortunately not resistant - even extra strong ones leak within a very short time. Not only by the venom, but the vampire sperm is strong enough to penetrate the latex within a few minutes."

"Still, thanks for your help," Edward nodded at him.

"You're welcome ... Anytime ... In any way - if there are any questions ..."

"No, no … Not right now ... thank you ...", Edward fended off and rose.

"Okay, see you later then. Bella, see you," he said goodbye and left the room with an expression on his face that couldn't decide between pity, amusement, and doubt.

I was reassured. As long as it didn't feel like a bite, everything was fine with me. That was still ahead of me anyway. As much hope as Edward put into morphine, I still had my doubts. But at the moment of my deflowering, I could well do without that pain - even if I wasn't even sure it would have stopped me.

As we left the hospital hand in hand, my stomach growled.

It was already afternoon, and I hadn't gotten anything in me since this morning.

Edward turned to me, startled.

"Oh no, Bella. You haven't had any lunch yet. Because of all my nervousness, I forget my good upbringing. We should have picked up something on the way."

How could a quiet body noise trigger such self-reproaches. Sometimes he really couldn't be helped.

I rolled my eyes.

"Edward, I wasn't hungry earlier and it's not that bad now. If you don't want to go home, we could still go to the grocery store. Either way, I need to fill the fridge and freezer again for Charlie."

"As you can probably imagine, I'm not particularly eager to face Alice and Jasper - and who knows what Esmé overheard - at the moment. So Mademoiselle ..." he grinned at me and held the car door open for me. "... Your wish is my command."

Before I got in, I stretched up for a kiss.

"Mister Cullen," I grinned brashly at him. "... That was your downfall - I'll come back to that."

"Oh no," he groaned, closing the door behind me. As he slid into the driver's seat, he said, smirking again, "You're really the only person who can threaten me."

There was a lot going on in the parking lot in front of the supermarket.

And I don't think there was a single male who didn't look around at us, or rather at the car, as we slowly looked for a parking spot. What was so special about the car? It was rather small, black, and sporty. To me, it looked primarily fast - very fast, but quite nice. Not as overly-flashy as his Sunday car or Rose's convertible.

"What kind of car did you get me into?" I muttered, shaking my head.

A soft snort drew my attention to his suppressed laughter. He looked at me with his lips pressed together and his eyebrows raised - but the sparkle in his gaze gave him away.

"What?"

"Do you really want me to explain it to you?", he chortled.

"No, don't. Save the details for those out there."

There must have been five men standing behind the car, admiring our vehicle with shining eyes.

"I'll go ahead and get a shopping cart."

I got out and, not caring about the onlookers, walked towards the entrance, which was stupidly quite a distance. By the time I got there, I must have had the attention of the other half of everyone present - the women.

Oh no, word had already gotten out. Shopping with Edward - shopping in Forks at all - was not a good idea, not a good idea at all. Why hadn't I thought of doing it back in Seattle or on the road?

So I grabbed a cart as quickly as possible and sprinted almost with a lowered, bright-red head to the entrance, where I almost drove against Edward, who was already waiting for me with an uninterpretable pinched smirk.

"How did you get rid of them so quickly?" I asked, amazed.

"There are also advantages to being a vampire," he whispered. "Normal humans subliminally sense the threat we pose and - despite all their curiosity - don't like to be in our presence. Unlike you," he teased me. "Come on, give me the cart."

"What, you'd let me drive the Mercedes, but you won't let me push the shopping cart?" I asked indignantly.

He laughed out.

"Not if you're going to run over another pyramid of cans."

"Ha ha ... very funny," I sparkled venomously at him.

"No, just kidding. I just received the mental rebuke from several directions that one unload such responsibilities from their pregnant wife," he grinned audaciously at me, winked, and gestured with an unobtrusive head movement in several directions of some gawking gossips.

"Oh no! Please dear God, let me die," I moaned.

"Well, if you're already resorting to such drastic means because of a situation like this, you should think again about changing," he said, visibly amused.

"Idiot! Could it be that you feel a little too comfortable in the situation?", I sneered. "All that's missing is you patting my belly here in public." And immediately his tender gaze slid down to my belly. "Jeez, Edward! Don't do that!"

Despite resistance, he pulled me to him with one arm and kissed me on the forehead.

"You are so cute!", he laughed softly. "I love you."

"And you're stupid," I tried to push away from him with both hands.

But he held me in an iron grip and whispered to me, "You do know that our little show here is being recorded from all viewpoints right now and will probably have made the rounds as a special feature by tomorrow night at the latest, right?"

"Oh, God. Shut up and let's go inside."

I felt like I was running the gauntlet. This is how a famous actor pursued by paparazzi must feel.

Edward devoutly followed me with the cart while I searched for things from the shelves. At the end of the first row, I heard him mumble something.

"Did you say something?" I turned to him and studied his face.

He looked a bit thoughtful, but still amused.

"I would not have thought it possible ... What kind of times are we living in, when you can no longer marry only for true love?! Here there is no person - or rather no woman - who does not have the suspicion or even the conviction that we will become parents. The nurse in the back saw me at the hospital earlier and she's worried right now if everything is okay with our baby!"

"I gave you a heads up! But you don't give me the impression that you have anything against it," I accused him.

"Of course not! What do you think? There's nothing I'd rather be than the father of your children!"

My eyes got as big as plates.

I hadn't even gotten used to the idea of 'husband' and now he came up with 'father of my children'.

"What? You want to be a father?", I whispered in horror.

"Oh, nonsense. I said goodbye to the idea of ever becoming a father eighty-seven years ago. Apart from that, I never had the desire until now. But I must admit that the fantasy does have its charms now ..."

"Edward, are you trying to talk a kid into me right now?"

"What for?" he asked, far too interested.

"Um? ... So I might change my mind about changing, or at least put it off - or something?"

His expression reflected a range of emotions that suggested to me that he was just seriously considering the thought and that I had hereby given him a very silly idea.

But finally, he pulled a bit of a face and said, "No, I don't think I could accept someone else's child. Not to mention that another human being in our world is not a very good idea. No, not an option. Um ... we should go ahead and at least pretend to shop. There's already the wildest speculation ..."

"Do you have to make me aware of this all the time?!" I replied and started to move.

"Don't get so upset about what they all think. After the wedding, at the latest after the changing, you'll probably never see them again. I find the situation really amusing. It's so absurd. We haven't even slept together yet - let alone you could even get pregnant by me - and everyone assumes ... Unbelievable."

He shook his head with a smirk.

With the humor in his gaze, I could no longer resist the comedy of the situation either and had an idea.

"So, if no one here is going to be dissuaded anyway ... How about a little showmanship?"

"What do you mean?", he asked irritated.

"Just go with it," I whispered to him, then said louder, "Honey, have you seen the sour pickles? And I've been craving Nutella all the time lately."

Edward looked first at me, then at lightning speed in several directions, and back at me again in complete disbelief.

"Wow ... was that somehow code for 'Hello, I'm pregnant'?"

I chuckled and asked hypocritically, "Why? You don't know much about it, do you?"

"Where would I from?" he said with a shrug, glanced around inconspicuously searching, then nodded in one direction. "And why ...? Because, for example, Mrs. Smith over there has just decided to congratulate Charlie on becoming a 'grandfather.'"

"Oh no, poor guy!"

I wonder if I could straighten it out.

I looked around and my eyes fell on a package of Tiramisú in the refrigerated section.

Hmm ... I hadn't eaten that for a long time.

"What do you think about Tiramisú and red wine for dessert?", I said far too loudly while stretching for a package.

Several heads snapped in my direction at once.

"Okay. Alcohol during pregnancy is probably not recommended," he stated. "You're awakening some woman's maternal protective instinct here," he said quietly to me.

I looked up at him in surprise and the box, which I couldn't quite get a grip on, sailed off the shelf.

Edward caught it, but the package burst open and some Tiramisú welled onto his hand. Disgusted, he tried to wipe the cream off on the plastic.

"Whew ... what is this stuff? Do you have a handkerchief?"

He wrinkled his nose.

"Hey, this is an Italian dessert - a really good one." I rummaged in my bag and realized, "No, we've already used them all up today."

The occasion for this made me smirk and I blushed as I did so.

His right eyebrow rose skeptically, and he looked around searchingly.

"Aww, come on over here."

I grabbed his hand, turned my back to the room and licked the two creamy fingers.

He sucked in a sharp breath.

"Ssst ... Bella!"

I paused and asked, completely clueless with my lips on his fingers, "What?"

His eyes shimmered like liquid gold, and he hastily pulled his shirt down further in the front.

I frowned.

That turned him on? Could that be?

On a trial basis, I let my tongue slide between his fingers, licked along the index finger and took the tip between my lips, watching him.

He stiffened, his eyes widened, and he bit his lower lip.

"Bella, stop it!", he hissed somewhat breathlessly. "Let go of me, otherwise I'll accidentally hurt you ..."

With a "Hmm, very tasty!" I detached myself from him and grinned pertly at him.

"Number three?"

"Looks like it," he muttered. "What's tasty? Me or the stuff?"

"Mmm ...? Both! Maybe I should always nibble my dessert from you in the future?!"

"You're getting ideas," he chuckled, shaking his head. "But only if it smells better than that!"

"Is there anything edible at all that doesn't stink to you?"

"Hmm ... blood sausage, perhaps?"

"Ha, ha ... great dessert."

We continued my shopping and when we passed the alcoholic beverages just before the checkout, I hesitated and considered whether I should actually buy a bottle - just as a supposed rebuttal. Neither I nor Charlie drank wine.

Edward laughed softly to himself and leaned over to me, propped up on his elbows.

"Watch what you're doing. You're being watched," he chortled.

I looked around cautiously and spotted Mrs. Newton eyeing us suspiciously.

Slowly, I raised my arm to reach for a bottle - and she was already shooting towards us.

"Bella, you shouldn't do that!", she said to me in a motherly understanding tone and then fixed Edward. "Mr. Cullen, how can you allow your wife to drink alcohol in her condition?", she drove at him sharply.

He straightened - no, he reared up in front of her and clearly had to struggle to keep a poker face.

"Good day, Mrs. Newton! Bella is not yet my wife, but my fiancée. And I don't see how that's any of your business, but - just to clarify - what condition is she in?" he asked, smiling at her with flashing bared teeth.

The thought that flashed through my mind as I watched him was: Out Lumpi! ... Something about the name made me wonder ... Where did I know it from? The 'Little Vampire' it came to me, and I almost laughed out loud - the nasty big brother Lumpi.

Immediately she took a few steps back and became a little pale in the face.

"Um ... of course ... uh ... Isn't she ...? Sorry, Bella."

She raised her hand briefly in my direction and then departed with her head bowed.

I didn't know whether to feel sorry for her or laugh out loud.

"What was it? The vampire in you or your inevitable charm?"

"It wasn't just my protective instinct; it was my defensive instinct - if you knew what she was actually trying to throw at me ..."

After we paid and went outside, the next bunch of men was already standing around my new vehicle.

As we got closer and were noticed, even I heard the "... Cullen. Figures."

Whereupon Edward glared at me and gave a clearly audible "Bella, don't you want to drive YOUR car home the last bit yourself?" from himself.

This time I bared my teeth and almost growled to it as well.

Instead, I just shot a few glancing arrows at him and grumbled, "And mow down everything here within a hundred meters. Sure, no problem. I can do without that."

At home I made a huge lasagna so it would last for tomorrow.

Edward watched me with interest, as if memorizing every move.

After a quick meal and rinse, we ducked into my room.

It would be a while before Charlie came.

Once there, Edward dropped backwards onto the bed with a big sigh and put one arm over his forehead, the other over his head.

"What a day."

I looked at him in amusement.

"And I thought vampires couldn't get exhausted?!"

"Hmm ... physically - but emotionally-spiritually apparently yes. My brain feels like a whirlwind."

"Was it all too much for you? You have not told me how it went in the hospital ... We can be happy with the result!"

I sauntered up to the bed and climbed onto it.

"Oh Bella, do you have to? ... I ... don't want to talk about it right now," he muttered. "... Must digest this first ..."

"Okay, if you don't want to talk ..."

So I sat down carelessly astride his lap.

And felt not only the quadruple seam of my jeans press against my middle, but something else hard, which moved instantly and swelled. A hot shiver ran through me ... Perfect position! ...

But even before I could indulge in the memory and imagination of this body part, I felt two cool hands on my hips and with a jerk I sat a good bit further forward on his stomach. Reflexively I supported myself with my hands on his chest and could not help a frustrated snort.

"Not a good position, Bella. I've really had enough for today."

He still had his eyes closed.

Grrr ... I don't believe it ... How was this supposed to go on? Did he want a break again? What was with me?

Irrational frustration bubbled up inside me.

"Oh? You've had enough? Good for you. Coming twice in one day is, considering your life so far, is a big deal!" I sneered snappishly.

And immediately I was overcome with remorse when I realized what I had said and how I had said it. That was really mean.

Biting my lower lip, I waited for a reaction.

At first he frowned and then I felt a slight vibration beneath me.

He laughed?!

"You're starting to sound like Emmett!" he chuckled, blinking at me in amusement. "No wonder he's so fond of you."

"What was that about 'My wish is your command,'" I said provocatively.

"As long as you don't expect too much from me ..."

I scrunched up my eyebrows and watched him calculatingly.

He registered my look and laughed.

"Come on over here."

His hands slid up my back and gently pulled me down to him.

Our lips approached each other.

We would see ... how far I would get.

And we sank into a deep kiss.

But I noticed his restraint ... It was far from the passion that our intimate kiss of yesterday had contained. He kept his lips iron-closed, no matter how hard I tried to suck on his full lower lip.

I disengaged slightly, kissing my way along the contour of his lips from corner to corner, feeling them lift slightly.

The bastard was completely in control and even dared to make fun of me ... Just you wait.

Slowly I let my hands slide from his chest up over his neck into his incredibly soft hair, one I placed on his jaw. Then I opened my mouth and explored his with the tip of my tongue. Light as a feather I drove all the bulges and the slit in the middle again and again to memorize everything.

Mmm ... it tasted so dreamy.

I licked first enticing and then more demanding over his lips.

His breathing quickened, but he did not grant me entrance.

Resignedly, I let my head sink onto the pillow next to his.

Why?

"It's too dangerous," he murmured softly and somewhat breathlessly.

Oh ... always with how dangerous it is! As if a little saliva would kill me right away!

I straightened up to look at him.

"Why?!"

"My teeth are sharp as razors, and you know the feeling of venom in a wound!"

"But didn't Carlisle say something about a wound-closing effect!"

"Mmm ... Still, it burns like acid - even if my saliva only comes in contact with an external injury!"

"And that's all? You can touch a razor blade without cutting yourself if you're careful enough," I tried to argue.

"Do you want to run the risk of cutting off your tongue?"

"God ... Edward, do you always have to exaggerate like this? I'll be able to control myself."

He looked at me very doubtfully.

"Then let me test it!", I demanded and raised a hand to his mouth and stroked his lower lip with my finger.

Wow ... The feeling, the sight ... A tingle shot along my arm and directly into my abdomen.

I cleared my throat.

"Or are you afraid of my blood?"

"That's not funny!", he muttered and looked me seriously and calculatingly in the eyes.

I watched him and tried to look as determined and serious as possible.

His lips quivered under my touch, and he shook his head ever so slightly. Then he closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

My heart leapt with expectant excitement. Slowly I penetrated between his firm lips into his moist cave. My heart beat up to my throat and pulsed electrifying shivers through my body. I felt his cool breath brush over my skin intermittently. Tentatively, I stroked along his upper incisors until he eased his lower jaw further and I could feel the edge of his lower set of teeth.

They were sharp, extremely sharp ...

And even before I could realize the danger, a burning pain ran through me - like lemon juice in a fresh cut. I tried to pull my hand back, but his was around my wrist, holding it tight. His lips closed around my fingertip, and I felt the touch of his tongue. I gasped at the same moment as a deep moan emanated from his throat. His grip tightened and his tongue circled my finger, and he began to suck. It was an indescribable sensation that shot along my arm. The pain ebbed and a shiver of more than lust chased goosebumps down my spine. A deep rumble came from his chest under me, and my heart stopped.

He opened his eyes and looked directly into mine.

Two kinds of desire struck me and caught me off guard ... Restrained hunger - for my blood - and ardent lust - for me.

His grip loosened and he released my hand with a final nudge of his tongue.

A questioning eyebrow and one corner of his mouth lifted.

"Afraid of me?"

With a gasp, the breath I had been holding escaped me and I gasped for air.

"God ... Edward, that's not funny!" I repeated his words from before.

"No, it isn't. I feel the same way. You're pushing me to the edge of my self-control."

When my breathing was halfway back to normal, I said, "You handled it pretty well, though, didn't you?"

"Hmm ... I was prepared. That was ... an amazing ... sensual experience."

I looked at the small cut on my finger, lost in memory, that looked like it was half a day old instead of a few minutes.

"Hmm ... you could say that."

Just the thought of the feeling made my pulse rise. And I had done this in the middle of the supermarket with him. My cheeks grew warm. Then I felt his eyes on me ... No, not on me - a bit below my cleavage - and immediately the old familiar longing urgent tickling overwhelmed me.

I looked up at him.

An incredible desire sprayed from his eyes, from his godlike face. And he wanted me.

My heart beat almost painfully against my ribs in impatient anticipation.

He bit his lower lip.

No, Edward. You don't pull yourself together now ... Just do it!

I felt him clench his hands, which were on my thighs, into fists.

I had to do something ... In a moment he would push me off him.

I gathered all my courage and whispered, "Touch me."

His burning gaze bored into mine for a moment until he closed his lids, and I felt his chest rise and fall under me several times. His hands relaxed and began to slide under my tunic.

I could no longer think.

I closed my eyes.

All my perception focused on the agonizingly slow gossamer touch on my hips. When he met the bare skin of my waist, my heart raced, and my lungs frantically tried to get enough oxygen. His cool hands left a burning hot trail on my ribs ...

"Are you all right?", he murmured.

God, shut up and move on.

"Hmm ..."

His hands stopped.

NO! screamed not only my breasts. Not now.

"Don't ... stop!", I gasped between breaths.

I felt his fingertips start moving again, pausing briefly at the edge of my bra and then stroking along it. In the middle, a bit up and back again to the back and forward again ... My breasts burned and craved greedily for his touch. I had the feeling that I was about to go insane and had to control myself not to simply grab his hands and press against them single-handedly. His fingers moved back again, and I groaned inwardly. With an almost imperceptible movement in my back, my bra suddenly loosened, and my heart performed a somersault.

Then his hands were at my sides and his thumbs moved gently over my ravenous bulges.

I held my breath and expelled it with a gasp as he stroked my nipples, thereby sending sensations like little electric shocks straight to my womb. Jesus. More ... Tighter ...

Carefully he slid his palms over my breasts, and I could no longer hold back and leaned heavily against them.

Only moderately I could suppress a loud and pleasurable humming. I felt his fingers trembling ... Or was it me? ...

As they closed tighter around them for a moment and then released, sliding down and along my ribs to lay on my back.

That's it? He couldn't be serious!

With a certain gesture he pulled me down to him and pressed me tightly against him with a deep sigh. Breathing heavily, we lay on top of each other and struggled for control.

I guess I had to be satisfied with his hands on my bare back …

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