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Heeeeeeeeeey there. So, I got caught up with my job. And I suck at saying goodbye. I guess that makes finishing writing projects difficult! Thanks for your patience as I deal with work and finishing my !first piece!. I'm overall pretty proud of it and so, so grateful to you for reading it. I hope to be back with another story in the coming months and might put up a teaser of sorts at some point.
The sun was making a rare appearance in Forks on a late Spring morning. I got out of my car and slung my backpack over my shoulders before stuffing my hands in the front pockets of my jeans. As always I parked on the very edge of the Forks High School parking lot, so my walk toward the school building was long and fraught with opportunities for distractions. Well, really only one distraction, but all roads lead to her.
"Morning, Bella!" A voice called out ahead of me.
Don't look at her. Don't. It'll make the day that much more difficult.
Her laugh bubbled out from somewhere to my left and on instinct, I looked up.
Idiot. You fool. You're a goner.
She was standing in a circle with 3 other teen girls, all laughing in reaction to something one of them had said. I was close enough to generally pick up what they were saying to each other but none of it registered because all I saw was the way Bella's black tights were sheer enough for me to see the expanse of skin on her legs and how the back of her thigh curved up and disappeared under her flowery dress.
In some ways I regretted looking. Whenever I caught a glimpse of Bella in the mornings I ended up thinking about her instead of my Calculus notes more often than not. In many more hornier ways I was ecstatic. I had never seen the length of her legs not covered in jeans or thick sweater-like tights and this lighter Spring hosiery provided so much material for my imagination when I was alone.
I scanned the curved lines of her legs with wide eyes and an open mouth, but when I inevitably looked up towards her face we made eye contact. I gulped and turned my still widened eyes back to the asphalt and shuffled my way into the school building.
Later that day during lunch I was sitting at my usual spot in the library reading the textbook from one of my morning classes between bites of a toaster pastry. Suddenly, that voice that drove me wild called out of nowhere."How did I know you'd be here?"
I looked up from my book abruptly and Bella was standing on the other side of the table looking down at me with a sly smile. Her hands were flat on the wooden surface as she leaned in toward me, her question still hanging in the air.
I closed the textbook and rubbed the back of my neck. "I'm consistent? Hi Bella."
She puffed out an amused little laugh. "Hi Edward. Listen, I have a favor to ask you."
"Sure." This was the most we'd spoken to each other since the first day we met and somehow it felt so casual. Then she straightened and rounded the table toward me and I realized that her tights from earlier were gone. In the place of black nylon there was just bare skin from her ankles to… under her skirt. I inhaled sharply and pushed my chair back from the table as she approached. Slinking between my knees and the surface, she slowly went to sit on top of it. She beckoned for my hand and once I placed it in hers, she put it palm down on her lovely, naked thigh.
"You see, Edward," her voice made my line of sight jump from my hand on her thigh to her lust-hooded eyes. As she bent forward to move closer to my face, she slid my hand higher until it slipped under the hem of her dress. "I really. Really. Really…" With each word my fingers trailed further until they reached the junction where her inner thigh met the lacy texture of her underwear. Of its own accord, my index finger stretched and caught the underside of that lace fabric before I looked back into her eyes. Her next words came out in a breath, sure but quiet. "... really need you to fuck me. Right now."
Suddenly, I was naked and Bella was splayed out on the table, her dress simultaneously pulled down so her tits sprang free and pushed up so her lower half was uncovered. I don't know how it happened, but I was already inside of her, pounding away with frantic strokes as she screamed out in affirmation. One of her legs was draped over my shoulder, as I sat on my knees, opening all of her up to my worshipful view. I squeezed the soft thigh pressed against my stomach and held it closer as my other hand made its way towards her clit. In my periphery I could see her toes twitching as I felt her inner muscles tighten around me.
My eyes rolled around because it felt way too good and I tried to focus on a point in the distance to prolong my own release - but I caught a glimpse of something ahead. Standing there, just observing us, was a decomposing body. Well… it was standing still but clearly alive… I mean, living, yet dead. A zombie. And around it, there were so many more doing the same. Not trying to attack us. Just watching in a circle, like we were an exhibit at the zoo.
What the fuck?
"Wh-" I started loudly before Bella's hand on my wrist brought my eyes back to those warm whiskey ones. "It's okay, Edward. Let go, my love. It's inevitable." She blinked, and I looked on in horror as her eyes opened again and were not those brown ones I loved, but a milky white color I had come to fear and hate over the years. "Edward…" she kept crying out, staring at me with those lifeless, monstrous eyes. "Edward! Edward!"
"EDWARD!"
I woke with a start, in a cold sweat that contrasted the summer heat in the air. When I opened my eyes, I was looking into Bella's very brown, very human ones and felt an immediate sense of relief. Of course it was a fucking dream. Panting, I placed a hand on my chest to feel my rapid heartbeat and pulled a few breaths in through my nose in an attempt to steady it.
"Are you okay, love?" I had closed my eyes again but I could feel her fingers stroking through my hair, scratching my scalp and bringing me back to reality. Just a dream. It was just a dream. As much as I kept repeating those words to myself, it didn't stop tears from falling from the corners of my eyes, down my cheeks and onto the pillow below. I sighed deeply before gulping and rasping out a response. "I had a bad dream."
"No shit. Do you want to talk about it? Over tea perhaps? I can make us some and it'll make the heat a bit more bearable, hmm?"
She went to stand from the edge of the bed where she was perched but before she could straighten, I grabbed at her hand and pulled her back so she was laying over me. Kissing her cheek reverently, I whispered "thank you" before letting her go.
She smiled down at me, said "Don't worry about it," and walked into the kitchen to start our domestic morning routine.
It had been nearly three months since the attack. The very human attack. Since then, our only intruders were the occasional undead, and we could handle those with relative ease. Once the paranoia settled back to its baseline, we were able to focus on fortifying our home to make sure we were prepared if anything or anyone else tried to breach again.
We had plans.
We were fencing in the area around the cabin with posts, wiring, and other materials we'd stripped on our runs- from garages, basements, backyards, and every hardware store within a 30 mile radius that we could locate. We had rigged traps in several areas around the property that would alert us to the presence of human intruders if it came to that. And we still had good ol' Charlie Swan's firearms and ammo in the living room gun cabinet.
This was all in the short term. We had more lofty, long term goals. Like building a moat around the cabin. Well, really that was my idea. Bella said it would fill with rainwater and get too stinky to have surrounding us. But I might be able to convince her later on that with the proper techniques, it could really benefit our security.
But then as I thought about the long term, about our future, Bella's cold, milky white zombie eyes from my dream flashed in my head. I dug my palms into my closed eyes to alleviate the panic. We'd found eachother again. We were in love. And we were going to live out the rest of our lives together. So why was my brain fucking with me? Was it just trying to keep me alert and on my toes so we never got ambushed again?
"You're overthinking something when you should be appreciating my boobs in this tank top."
When I looked over at her, Bella was standing in the doorway holding out mugs of tea by the handles in one hand, and a bowl of berries with the other. For the first time this morning, I raked my eyes over her form and did exactly what she suggested. Fuck, so perfect. A marvel of feminine beauty. Even a second of looking at her in those little shorts and white shirt made my whole body alert, metaphorically and in some ways literally standing at attention.
But again I remembered my sexy dream-turned-nightmare, and the change must have been evident on my face, because her brows furrowed and her cute, plump little mouth turned down in a frown. "Edward, please tell me what happened?" She walked over, sitting on the bed before placing the bowl of berries on top of our sheets and handing me one of the hot mugs from her other hand.
I sat up and took a sip before closing my eyes and relaying the whole dream. I hadn't noticed my shoulders bunching up towards my ears until Bella's hand laid on one of them and slowly rubbed.
"So you obviously think you know what this means, and you're scared about me dying and becoming one of those things. Right?" She so casually talked while popping little blue berries into her mouth.
"Of course I am. It's ominous, I mean come on! I just can't lose you, Bella. I don't know what I'd do."
"Edward, if every dream were an omen I think a lot weirder shit would be happening than us being hermits in the woods. Dreams aren't premonitions. They're reflections of our subconscious." She took both of our mugs along with the bowl and sat them on the floor next to the bed. Then she straddled my legs and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Ask me what I think about your dream."
"What do you think about my dream, Bella?"
She kissed me at the spot connecting my ear and my jaw and I shivered. "I think you still feel guilty. Guilty for something that you had no control over. I felt some of that guilt after it happened too. But you can't be my protector all the time. We have to take care of each other, you know? We have to live in the present and plan for the future and we can't do that by dwelling."
She placed her hands on the sides of my face and stared into my eyes with her own ambery depths. And fuck, she hit the nail right on the head. If I didn't let go of the guilt I felt for not being able to adequately protect her, protect us, it would eat me alive. And the woman on my lap didn't deserve that.
I took a deep breath and caressed her hands, her wrists, her arms. "I've come to realize that you always know the right thing to say. I'm being stupid." My forehead connected with hers as she further settled into my lap.
And in those moments before we rolled over and she guided me inside of her, I resolved not to dwell on what I couldn't control: My guilt for not protecting Bella. The nightmare that was slowly getting more faint the longer I was awake and holding her. The way I struggled for survival before I found her again. Everything I felt and thought about her in high school… None of it mattered anymore because we still had each other. And we had a future here, damn it.
"I love you, Bella. I- shit, god you feel so good." The way she moved her hips as we fucked was driving me insane. "I love you so much. I've loved you from the moment I saw this ass for the first time and-"
"Since you saw my ASS? You fell in love with my ass?" She half laughed, half moaned as I peppered kissed down her face and neck.
"All of you. Ass first, but no matter what direction you were facing, it was always going to be you."
From then on we showed each other that no matter where we were, or what direction we were facing, our love for one another was loud and clear, always guiding us home.
- End -
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