11Abstract: This story is based around Chapter 12. Complications of Midnight Sun. Bella and Edward were in the Biology room together sitting close to each other when Mr. Banner turned the lights off for a movie. When I was reading this part of the book, it had so much tension and longing for physical touch, I could not bear it. The first part of this story is mostly directed from the book. I wanted this to feel as if you were still reading the book and not just a fan fiction.
This story was very well edited by account name: Birdish .
Edward POV:
Bella and I walked silently to Biology. We passed Angela Weber on the sidewalk while she was yearning over the boy in her Trigonometry class. How foolish of her to believe a human relationship so simple and so fragile really mattered. My relationship with a fragil mortal was the real problem at stake, but it was oddly consoling to know that I wasn't the only one living a tragic love story. Heartbreak everywhere. I was abruptly frustrated. Angela's story didn't have to be tragic. She was human and he was human. The relationship was unmeasurable in her head compared to my own situation. There was no reason for her broken heart. She was a nice girl, always with the nicest thoughts towards Bella.
I still felt the need to find her the perfect present for thinking so fondly of Bella, while Jessica wreaked oh jealousy. The horrible thoughts that came from Jessica - how could a blank minded person speak so ill of Bella's beauty. Thinking that a selfless, wreckless, danger magnet wasn't good enough for Edward Cullen. My eyebrows furrowed as I felt my jaw lock. My fists formed into balls while my nails dug into my palms.
Angela. This is about Angela. And why shouldn't this one story have a happy ending?
I would give her what she wanted and knowing the generosity of Carlisle and Esme, it wouldn't be very difficult. I sifted through the consciousness of the boy beside her, the object of her affections. He did not seem unwilling and all I would have to do was plant the suggestion. I would need Jasper's help. Human nature was so much easier to manipulate than immortal nature. I was pleased with my solution of a gift for Angela as it was a nice diversion from my own problems. How selfish of me wanting my problems to be just as easily fixed as Angela's.
I shook my head, unclenching my fists remembering the one person I should be focused on was by my side, and I couldn't afford to look anywhere but at her. So little might be wise if I didn't focus solely on someone else's issues.
Walking into the classroom, the mood was improved as Bella and I took our seats. I really should be more positive. Maybe there was some solution for us that was escaping my knowledge, the same way that Angela's obvious solution was so invisible to her. Hopelessness was all it really was. Time. I just needed more time.
Mr. Banner entered the doorway pulling an old box television with a VCR built into it. He decided to skip the lecture that he wasn't particularly interested in teaching us this week and decided to pull off a three day movie showing. Lorenzo's Oil was not the most cheerful piece, but that didn't stop the human excitement of the room for being able to have a less lecture heavy day. No notes, no testable material. The humans felt euphoric.
It didn't matter much to me, either way. I knew all the material for the class already considering I've had past 10 decades of learning it. I hardly would have been paying attention to anything other than Bella.
I did not pull my chair away from hers at the table today. I usually give myself space to breathe. To keep from clawing at my throat from her sweet scent. I instead sat close to her like any normal human highschool couple would have. Blending in is what mattered. This was much closer than how we sat inside my car, close enough that the right side of my body felt submerged in the heat from her skin.
It was a strange experience, both enjoyable and nerve-wracking, however I preferred this to my usual position sitting across the table from her. It was more than I was used to, and yet I noticed that it wasn't enough. I was not satisfied. I needed more and being this close to her only made me want to be closer still.
I had accused her of being a magnet for danger, and at this moment it felt as though this was the literal truth. I was the new danger in her life. Every inch I grew closer to her, feeling the heat radiating off her skin, I allowed myself nearer to her. The attraction grew in force.
Mr. Banner routinely turned the lights out during these showings, but it was odd how much of a difference this made. The lack of light meant little to my perfect eyesight. I could still see just as perfectly before. Every detail of the room was clear, every detail of Bella's small strands of hair as they laid and curled motionless over her collarbone.
So why the sudden shock of electricity in the air? Was it because I could see everything while Bella and I were practically invisible to the others? As though we were alone, just the two of us, hidden in this dark classroom, sitting so close to each other. I felt the venom drooling in my mouth. I sucked back on my teeth trying to swallow it back.
My hand moved toward her without her permission. Just to touch her hand, and to hold it in the darkness. Would that be such a horrific mistake? If my cool skin bothered her, she could just pull away. I yanked my hand back, folded my arms tightly across my chest, becoming fists to reign in some semblance of control. No mistakes, I had promised myself. If I held her hand, I would only want more. Just another insignificant touch, another move closer to her. I could feel that. A new kind of desire was growing in me, working to override my self control.
No mistakes.
Self-control.
Bella folded her arms securely across her own chest, her hands balled up into fists, identical to mine. This only made my desire harden more. As she grasped her arms there, her chest became more pronounced. I tried to instead look away eagerly into her chocolate eyes.
What are you thinking? I wanted to whisper the words to her, but the room was too quiet to get away with even a whispered conversation.
The movie began - lighting the darkness just a bit. Bella glanced at me. She noted the rigid way I held my body - just like hers - and smiled. Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes seemed full of warm invitations.
Perhaps I was seeing what I wanted to see.
Or perhaps she also felt desire. Desire for me to be closer to her. Desire for more.
I smiled back. Her breathing caught with a low gasp. Coward is probably what she thought of me. She looked quickly away from me. Her heart beat chimed faster.
That made it worse. I didn't know her thoughts, but I was suddenly positive that I had been right before, and that she wanted me to touch her. She felt this dangerous desire just as I did.
Between her body and I, the electricity hummed.
I untightened my arms from my chest, leaning against the desk. Leaning closer to her.
Her cheeks became pink. The blood boiling under the membrane of her skin. My throat began to burn as I took a breath. She did not look at me. She stared blankly at the bored instead of the screen of the television.
Was she scared? It would be better if she were. It was unnatural for her to feel any kind of desire for someone who could easily kill everyone in this classroom. I could make this situation turn into a bloodbath.
Again I realized the room was still dark. No one would've noticed me biting into her neck. Except for her scream. Bella's gut wrenching scream filled with agony and panic while thinking of every possible way to get away from me. In the end, she wouldn't think. Truly quiet forever.
I furrowed my brows again - tightening my fists more, if that was possible, and moving them to the desk. That wasn't what I wanted. No. I just felt desire. Desire for her. Desire to touch her.
Unballing my fists, I noticed her do the same as she unfolded her arms leaning them on the desk. Her tapping her index finger to her thumb along with her other fingers as if she was in deep thought, trying to make herself feel less anxious.
What was she thinking about? Me?
Again, I was in thought of how she expressed her feelings to Jessica that she felt that she liked me more than I loved her. How masochistic of a thought. Her young human mind could not begin to comprehend or compare to the way I felt for her.
She looked into my eyes again. I could almost feel the blank stare of her gaze clash with mine, challenging me, as if she were daring me to touch her.
I reached my hand diagonally toward her extended arms as I hunched forward onto the desk. She quickly turned away looking back at the board. Tapping her fingers on the desk.
I inched my finger towards her warm hand. Touching it.
She flinched at my cool touch but didn't pull away like she usually does.
She wanted me to touch her.
I felt my mouth water again as I pulled the palm of my hand onto the back of hers. Grasping onto it. Holding it there still.
How could she not be pulling away from me? It didn't surprise me, but some part of me still questioned how she could stand to touch me. She ran toward danger.
Her heart fluttered more as her breath picked up. She felt a little nervous as she looked through her peripheral view at the classmates on the other side of the room.
No one was looking at us. Of course not. They were all preoccupied by their own thoughts. Their own high school problems. Or just at the film showing on the television.
I held my breath to keep her scent from boiling down my throat. I moved my finger up her wrist. Goosebumps raced up her forearm.
She glanced down at the desk watching my hand move up the length of her arm and then off of it completely. I glided my hand towards the end of the desk, towards her. I paused for a minute, analyzing her breathing. It increased, almost hyperventilating at this point.
Coward. I kept thinking. This is what she probably thought of me when I paused. I was always so careful with her.
I pushed my hand under the desk rubbing my hand across her thigh. She stiffened and somehow her temperature rose, wafting off of her. I pinched my fingers at the jeans enclosing her soft, overly heated thighs. The fabric was just too tempting. I wanted to rip it at the seams.
Tugging on the side where the seams were, I ripped the pant leg closest to me. She glanced quickly at me with a shocked chagrin facial expression at me. She grabbed quickly onto my hand, and stopped me. As she held eye contact I began to panic and froze completely.
Did she want me to stop? Or was she upset that I ripped one of her many pairs of jeans.
Coward. You coward. I couldn't knock that thought from my head.
In a quick movement, my hand was underneath the torn fabric. I was grazing her overly warm, almost perspirant thigh with a cooling touch that was sure to send more goosebumps over her flesh. Moving my hand gracefully up and down. My fingers tracing circles.
Her heartbeat picked up, growing from a soft fluttering to an erratic pounding which was so loud, she silently praised humans for having awful hearing. A bashful look came across her face as she quickly glanced down at the desk. Her fingers moving slowly back onto the desk with it. Twitching. Her eyes drooped a little. Her breathing was more noticeable.
The corners of my mouth slightly shifted up as I listened to her breathing. Moving my hand down closer to her pelvis. It felt even warmer than her thigh. Hot enough to make my skin burn a little.
Was she actually enjoying this? If my cold heart was still human, it would be pounding along with hers. I was enamored by her reactions and infinitely surprised that I could make her feel this way
I felt her shiver and just as I expected, my cold hands contrasted with the heat she put off and more bumps rose on her skin. My fingers pried upwards under the fabric of her jeans slowly and smoothly, rising towards the heated point where her legs met. My fingers moved along the hem of the thin fabric that separated me from her flesh, gently and slowly tracing the patterns I felt embroidered there.
A flower, how befitting. I couldn't help the slight chuckle escaping through my teeth.
This was her sweet, fragrant flower. Here she was so willing to let me come close enough to pick it. She was so reckless. I rubbed my fingers over the front of her pelvis above the cotton embroidered flower.
Moving my finger down towards the seam between her inner thigh, I felt her shudder and lean back in her chair. She lifted her hand to her forehead and brushed stray hairs from her eyes in an obvious attempt to act natural incase any peers glanced their way, but I wasn't the least bit concerned. The bomb that was Bella was going off directly behind them and everyone in the class was so blissfully unaware. Her breathing rate increased a bit, becoming more broken.
She was nervous. Good. She should be.
To placate her I pointedly looked to Mr. Banner's desk to show her that he had his back to the class. The man was as engrossed in the movie as the rest of them.
My eyes flickered over her face questioningly to make sure I had full permission to continue. She didn't flinch, she didn't grab my hand away. She just kept the broken heavy panting with drooping eyelids.
She flinched when my fingers passed the threshold that was the lining of her panties. A chill wracked her spine and it visibly traveled from the base of her back to her neck where her shoulders hunched minutely. The inviting wetness of her folds coated the tips of my moving fingers and I focused intently on her. Drinking in every reaction, shiver, and quake of muscle she gave me.
My finger slid down, barely pulling the slit open, a movement made easier by the wetness coating them. Bella's body reacted to my touch as any hormonal teenage body would. Her scent was potent, but not off-putting. Still managing to emit waves of floral warmth that smelled delicious. It reminded me of her blood, but with a more musky, heady twist.
It felt as if there were a hot branding iron thrust down my throat. Bella's scent was so tempting I knew it would only take one deep inhale for me to lose control. One deep inhale to feel the scent of her blood and heat and arousal hit the back of my throat.
Could not lose control.
My eyes roved over her face, nervous and flushed red. Her lip captured between her teeth. I couldn't lose myself in it, I had to be careful.
I held my breath and watched her closely, for if I couldn't relish her delectable scent, I would surely drink in as much as I could everywhere else.
I moved my finger up the slit gently flicking her most sensitive area. She jolted at this. I didn't know exactly what I was doing, but I watched her facial expressions for any hint that was amiss. I had seen enough in human thoughts, literature, and movies to know a general direction to head in, but nothing too explicit. This was a new experience for me, something I didn't think I had the option of having after being alive for over 100 years. I put my finger back on the same spot, rubbing it in a circular motion. Her lips parted more, and a soft moan escaped from her throat.
My eyes widened and I felt a strange sort of pride that my ministrations brought her to make a sound so erotic, that was expressly for me.
I kept the circular pattern rhythm and her thighs twitched. Her other hand collapsed against her thigh pressing down on it. The lip trapped between her teeth was bared down upon in a way that made me almost worried it would draw blood
"Am I hurting you?" I whispered having to expel air from my lungs forcing me to take in another breath.
She shook her head and it was as if I could visibly see her unraveling, "Please - more," a soft whisper sounded and her head ducked, letting her hair fall to curtain the sides of her face. I kept an ear out for possible thoughts going around in the classroom.
What's going on over there? I looked in the direction of the thoughts the thoughts had come from, which happened to be on the other side of Bella, and smirked haughtily at the surprised face of Mike Newton. He
What was he going to do? Come over here? Tell Mr. Banner? No, of course not. As much as I hated the thought of someone defiling her in their mind, Mike Newton could continue to let his mind wonder about what it's like to pleasure Isabella Marie Swan. But she was mine, and mine alone. There is no doubt in my mind about that
At that moment of feeling possessive over Bella and confident in my ability to draw out reactions from her that indicate pleasure, I led my finger down from her sensitive area and pondered at the entrance of her heat. All too ready and willing, but not going forward without permission from my love. Opening her soft wet lips. Rubbing up and down on the opening.
Her fingers began to clench into her thigh. I knew I wasn't hurting her this time, she was practically writhing with fire and pleasure holding back her subtle movements and sounds. How no one had noticed them was beyond my perception. Sweet, innocent, beautiful Bella. My Bella.
At the small nod of her head, I slid my middle finger in quite easily. She was unreasonably wet and the warmth of her quickly closed around my finger. I was shocked to see that she responded so wantonly to my cold fingers when only a few months prior she had said she hated any cold, wet thing. Now look at her.
Bella let out another hard breath of air from in between her teeth, trying to keep herself from being too loud. Trying to restrain herself from letting the whole class know how I was making her feel. I could see the war she was waging between her mind and her body, underneath her tensing exterior lay a minefield of exploding nerve endings, and conflicting emotions. I could tell that while her mind told her to stop, that someone would see them both and they would be punished. The idea that anyone could catch them at any time was exhilarating. She wasn't the only one that felt that way, and quite honestly he found it supremely exciting. I slid my finger in and out again, and it couldn't have been more easy. The wetness dripped down to my knuckles and spotted the seat, also making her more prone to making soft wet noises. Luckly, these were quiet enough to be covered up by the movie volume that had turned up to a rather loud setting.
I looked up to make sure I still had permission. No matter how many times I had to ask, I wanted to be sure that she was enjoying every bit of this and had no doubt.
I slid in my ringer finger along with my middle finger gliding in and out. As I moved my fingers to a hooked shape to more easily access the bundle of nerves that would push her over the edge of this dangerous cliff, she began to slunch down in her seat more, spreading her thighs welcoming easier access for my hand to move around.
"Edward… please. You have to stop." She exhaled lightly. My little bella was practically quaking. Her eruption, I was sure, was about to be the most spectacular thing my eyes had witnessed to date.
I raised my eyebrow at her and gave her an almost feral smile, my eyes darkened from lust for both her and her blood that she wore as a sweet-smelling perfume. My throat burned, ached even, at this point I wasn't sure if it was for her body or her blood. They had become nearly synonymous to me so I found it amusing to make the distinction at a time like this.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Bella's eyes flickered up to mine, a flash of what looked like concern behind her warm brown eyes before being pushed out by the pure heat she radiated. She shook her head frantically, almost panicked that I would stop now and leave her torturous heat unquenched. My smile pulled wider and I felt a low quiet rumble rip through my chest that only she could hear.
I curved my hand around so that my thumb could reach her clit. Her pulsing sensitive spot. I started rubbing my thumb in circles the same way as last time, but lighter. Just to tease it. All while I was thrusting my two fingers inside of her.
I could feel her body jolting. I could feel her nerves pulsing inside of her. She moved her foot onto the chair still slouched down panting more.
No way, he is not doing that to her. How could he be taking advantage of her right now. It should be me touching her like that. Mike's thoughts were loud. Almost as if he were shouting at me.
I looked at Mike now, and to add insult to injury, I flashed a dazzling smile and twisted my hand in a way that made Bella jolt. Her not realizing Mike was watching.
Mike flushed scarlet and glared back down at his desk, knowing he couldn't challenge a Cullen, let alone me.
I tugged my fingers once more in the hooked position, moving my fingers with a force carefully calculated, not to hurt her, but to apply heavy friction to the spot that would give her the most satisfying release. I felt her sweet fluids dripping out of her now, dripping down my hand and pooling in the seat blow her. She let out a hard gasp, her eyes wide open.
Did I make Bella cum?
I most certainly had. I had the desire to do it again. Settling on there being a next time, as class was almost over and they were beginning to draw attention.
With a swift move, my hand was out of her pants before nearly the entire class glanced over at us with confused expressions on their faces.
I smiled a bit looking down, lifting my fingers to my mouth, and licking the sticky sweet juice Bella had given me, off my fingers...