6,438Well, well, well...lookey here...
IKR?! One/shot...gah! *throws hands up*
I am succumbing to the peer pressure (you assholes know who you are, lmao)
Also, I really just kind of like how fun these kids are and the sticky mess *snicker* that they have created for themselves. So here is a bit more of their story. Enjoy the lemons.
~xox~
The big, huge fucking elephant sat in the room with us as we continued to throw random crap into boxes in silence. And by elephant, I of course meant the fact that every member of my immediate family seemed to know exactly what kind of depraved acts transpired in the bathroom between Bella and …and myself. I shifted uncomfortably from where I was knelt on the floor in my bedroom organising nine years of notebooks and chaos into file folders. The elephant sat in a lazy-boy sipping from a fruity cocktail and smirking at me over the umbrella. I grumbled under my breath, slamming the heavy metal drawer shut. It clanged loudly, the noise echoing in the nearly empty apartment.
"Come now, don't be such poor sport," Bella's soft, mocking voice greeted me from the doorway. She leaned against the doorjamb, twirling a long piece of hair between her little fingers. I glared at her.
"A poor sport?" I spat, annoyed at her modest choice in terminology. "Are you going to tell me exactly what the hell happened out there in the two minutes you were by yourself with them?"
"We're not kids anymore, Edward, they hardly care." Bella rolled her eyes dramatically. She stared at the floor, suddenly very interested in a scuff that she was rubbing at with the toe of her shoe. Her face flamed a delicious shade of red and I knew she was faking it, she cared. My mood shifted instantly from annoyance to a need to comfort her. That was what I did; I protected Bella, from almost everything. I was somehow unable to protect her from myself.
I jumped up and went to her, laying my palms against her burning cheeks. I tilted her face upward to meet my eyes. She tried to look away, but I dropped my head to meet her gaze. With my thumb rubbing comforting little circles on her cheeks, I dipped down and placed a small, tender kiss just beside it on her cheek. It was an almost innocent little peck, which perhaps lingered a bit long, as my family pretended not to be watching the display from their place behind Bella in the living room.
I scoffed and stared deep into her eyes as she tried to squirm from my grip. "You're right," I began, "we aren't kids anymore. And it isn't as if they know when or how this whole thing began." I was whispering so that no one but Bella could hear me, despite how thoroughly I sensed they were all straining to try. Her cheeks grew impossibly redder, which of course made me laugh louder. Which of course drew more attention. The elephant cocked its head to the side, deeply intrigued.
"This party blows." Bella collapsed gracelessly onto the step at the foot of the stairwell next to me, whatever liquid was in her red plastic cup sloshed over the rim and onto the carpet, splattering on my shoes. I scowled at her and wiped my shoe off. "Pretty boy," she muttered, mock-glaring at me.
Bella was my best friend. Our mothers had been best friends. I was three months old and in the room the moment Isabella Marie Swan came into the world. I could honestly say that I have loved her from the moment she took her very first breath. Or at least, I was sure I did, even back then. I wasn't really sure when things shifted between us, everything was so gradual and subtle. All I knew was that at the beginning of our junior year, Mike "douche bag" Newton asked Bella to a dance, and to my horror, She acquiesced.
I didn't attend said dance because I had enough of dodging fake girls and their over-aggressive-pretending-to-be-coy cock grabbing attempts during regular school hours. I would be fucking damned if I was going to subject myself to that shit after school. So, the night of the dance, I sat on the couch in the front room of my house playing video games with Jasper, my little sister's new boyfriend. I was decimating him in Halo. I liked the guy and gave him my silent permission to stick around for a bit. Just as long as he continued to suck balls at video games, since Emmett always kicked my ass…I figured that shit had to balance out somehow.
The clicking of heels and the high-pitched, annoying squealing of excited teenage girls descending the stairs caught our attention. We paused the game and spun around to see the girls making their way down just as the doorbell rang. I had to actually physically rub my jaw to keep it from dropping at the sight of Bella. She had on a short teal dress with panels that seemed to be sheer, displaying a hint of the pale skin beneath. She had on ridiculously tall black heels that did amazing things to her legs as she stepped off the final stair. I don't know how no one noticed me gawking, and possibly drooling, at the sight.
My father came from the kitchen to answer the door, eyes widening in horror as he saw his two girls, for all intents and purposes, standing there looking like they were asking for it - which I was silently praying to god neither of them were. While I fought the urge to run my fingertips along Bella's gloriously long legs, I likewise fought the urge to yell at Allie to go put on some fucking clothes. Honestly, girls these days!
My dad straightened out his shoulders and cleared his throat, looking regal in his suit, minus the jacket, having just come from the hospital. He opened the door and revealed the douche bag himself. My dad made polite talk with Mike for a minute while leaving him out on the porch. It was his subtle, yet effective way, of letting Mike know that just because Bella's real father Charlie seemed oblivious to all things teenager, Carlisle was not. He was going to be the one that Mike would be answering to if he misstepped with Bella. Fuck, I loved my dad. I smirked huge at the douche out on the porch holding a lame fucking corsage that I knew Bella would make fun of as soon as he turned his back.
At last my dad stepped aside. Mike whistled at Bella and went to kiss her on the cheek. In that moment…something unhinged in me. I watched with what had to have been a death stare as his disgusting lips grazed her porcelain cheek and I fought back the urge to shred him and vomit all at the same time. And I knew - I wanted to be allowed to touch her like that.
The months that followed were agony as I over analyzed everything. My feelings, her interactions with me, the way she regarded Mike. I nearly did a touch-down dance on the spot when I overheard her gossiping with Alice as I passed by her bedroom one day, saying that Mike kind of creeped her out and that she wished she never went to the dance with him. But where did that leave me?
Sitting on the stair at Jessica Stanley's lame ass fucking Christmas party, that was where. I looked over at Bella through the corner of my eye, smirking at her. "You think I'm pretty," I asked, looking serious but then let her off the hook with a wink. She blew out the breath she was holding and chugged back the remainder of whatever was in her cup. Rubbing alcohol from the smell of it. I picked at the label on my beer bottle for an awkward moment. I didn't know why the silence was so charged between us lately, it had never been like that before. Bella and I were inseparable; everyone knew that. We had been attached at the hip since birth. But lately, there were more and more of these quiet little moments where I would give my left nut to fucking be able to read her mind.
"If you think this party is so lame, then why are you still here," I asked, just trying to just fill the empty silence.
Bella bit at her lower lip, raking her teeth back and forth over the poor swollen flesh - which for some reason entirely mesmerized me. I stared until I realised she was looking at me with a quirked eyebrow. I snapped my eyes up at her and waited for her answer. She shook her head lightly; clearing whatever thought was in there. Again, I wouldn't know, because much to my great fucking inconvenience, I couldn't read minds.
"Charlie's working an over-nighter. He probably won't be home until, like, five in the morning or something," she muttered and shrugged. She absolutely hated being alone in her small, rickety house overnight when Charlie worked those kinds of shifts. Even though it was completely irrational given the teensy, nearly crime-free town we lived in. Still, I had to admit, I wasn't crazy about the idea either.
"I can go back with you if you want. We can watch a movie or something." The words escaped my mouth before I put any thought into them. It was an offer I would have proposed anytime, but something was so different lately. We no longer shared as much and we definitely weren't spending as much time together. Still, it should seem like a reasonable suggestion…I hoped.
"Yeh?" she asked, looking up at me, then back into her empty plastic cup. She seemed to debate for a moment, then obviously decided she was okay with my offer. I was one second away from being offended.
"Don't sound so fucking excited about it, Bella," I scoffed. "I'm just trying to be nice. If you prefer you can stay here and play topless poker with Mike and Tyler." I nodded to the dining room table to the left of me where Jessica was clearly thrilled with the game they were beginning to play. Whores, I thought crudely. Bella was unequivocally not in the same category as those girls.
She shoved my shoulder, driving me into the railings on the side of the stairs. I laughed at her and stood up, offering her my hand to help her up. It wasn't like that; it was just the nice kind of shit I did for Bella. Best friends, right? Plus, my mother Esme didn't raise me to be a total heathen. I grabbed her bag from the floor in the hallway and slung it over my shoulder and held open the front door for her.
I parked in her driveway in Charlie's spot, knowing he wasn't going to be home until the morning and that I would be gone by then. Bella fished for the spare key above the front door, balancing on her tippy toes and nearly falling backward in the process.
"Why don't you just make another copy and put one on your key ring, Bella? God, you are so lazy," I muttered, laughing at her as I placed my hands around her hips and shoved her aside so I could easily retrieve the key from its "hiding" place. When my fingers wrapped around her waist, the tips brushed the exposed skin between her raised shirt and her jeans as she reached up high over her head. A current of something warm and electrical ran from her to me and probably back again, judging from the faint gasp that came from her. I pretended to ignore it, confused as fuck, as I unlocked the door and replaced the key.
For all the passes girls made at me, I had an embarrassingly small amount of experience in the physical department. Some make-out sessions with a few idiot girls in our school and a couple stolen kisses from girls Emmett knew at the University he went to when I would visit him on weekends. Nothing major. I had certainly never had sex or even come close. I had no fucking clue what to make of the electricity that seemed to shock the shit out of me every time I made contact with Bella's sweet, silken skin.
I flipped through the pay-per-view movies on the digital box, sprawled out on the couch, while Bella was busy fumbling around in the kitchen. As I stared at the screen, debating between movies, I kept an ear out for any sign of catastrophe coming from behind me in the kitchen. Bella was a ridiculous klutz, and she could easily manage to maim herself making microwave popcorn. I chuckled to myself, stretching my legs out, resting my feet on the armrest at the far end of the old, lumpy couch.
Bella came around the front of the corner of the couch, her ratty old comforter from her bed draped over her arm and a bag of popcorn clutched between her fingers. I smiled eagerly, I fucking loved popcorn.
"Whatever you do, don't move or anything," she scoffed, glaring at me as I lay stretched out, consuming the entire couch. She sat the bag of popcorn on the coffee table, which I scooped up before her fingers had even fully let go of it, and she crawled on top of my feet. She wiggled herself down to the cushions of the couch, leaving my feet in her lap. I grinned, I had the popcorn, and I didn't care where she sat. She covered her legs up with the blanket and looked up at the TV screen.
"No! C'mon, Edward, are you serious?" she howled at me when she saw the movie I had queued up.
"What, I heard it was supposed to be really funny," I defended my movie choice.
"Well, I heard it was it was really freaking lame," she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, but like, funny lame," I countered.
"Whatever," she laughed, knowing I had the remote in my hand and she wasn't going to win. She squirmed around, pulling her feet up onto the couch and turning, so she could rest her legs against mine. She laid her head back against the armrest, a mirror image of my position. I grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it over me as well. With a begrudged frown on my face, I offered her the bag of popcorn. Which, because she was annoyed at me for my apparently poor choice in movies, she took the whole bag from my hands and sat it in her lap and ate from it, instead of just taking a handful. I scowled at her until she threw the bag back to me.
"Seriously, Edward, you can be such a baby sometimes," she chided.
"Mmmmeh," I rolled my eyes, my mouth stuffed full of popcorn, and started the movie.
The only light in the room was the glow from the TV. Our bodies were stretched out alongside each other, a familiar yet newly electrifying position. Her little toes kept wiggling under the blanket and against my arm just below the sleeve of my tee shirt. I tried so hard to focus on the movie, but I was just staring blindly at it, seeing nothing - feeling everything.
Occasionally, I would look over at her, her soft features accentuated by the way the light flickered in the room. She was so adorable and cozy looking, having curled away from the armrest and toward me, resting her head against a pillow in the middle of the couch. I studied her when she didn't know I was looking. She was beautiful, I had always thought so, but lately I had really noticed. She was beautiful in a profound sort of way. Natural and innocent - and I knew she would disagree wholeheartedly with me if I ever said it out loud. Which I couldn't picture myself doing.
My eyes had a glazed over, distant look to them as she turned and caught me staring at her. The corner of my mouth turned up in a faint smile, and then I looked back to the movie, feeling her eyes on me for a few more minutes before she finally turned back to the movie as well. I seriously wish I could read her mind.
Halfway through what was, from what I could tell, admittedly just a lame movie, my breath hitched and I froze. Bella's little fingers started tracing non-existent patterns across my stomach, over the top of my thin tee shirt. She was absent-mindedly running her fingertips along the hem of my shirt, and in circles, and down my sides. I was fucking dying inside. It wasn't like Bella and I never touched one another, we touched plenty. We had always been rather affectionate. But that fucking current. That current was there, and I swear to god that shit was connected to my balls, because they ached and squeezed and the combination of all the sensations nearly made me groan aloud or jump up off the couch to make her stop...or both.
Except that I didn't actually want her to stop. I risked a quick glance over at her and saw that she was chewing on her fucking lip again, staring intensely at the television screen, focusing way too hard on the comedy that was playing. Her mind was obviously elsewhere. I couldn't help but wonder where, as her fingers continued their circuit across my abs.
I swallowed thickly, my mouth dry and uncomfortable. I needed a soda or something. I jumped up without warning and nearly ran toward the tiny kitchen to grab a couple cans of pop. I came back, tossed her one, and sat back down on my side of the couch, tugging at the edge of the blanket to pull it up over my knees.
Bella had straightened up her posture and was curled into a ball on the other end of the couch, her arms wrapped around her knees. She sat the unopened pop in her lap without looking at me. I felt like a dick for some reason that I couldn't quite place. I stretched my feet back out, forcing them underneath her ass and behind her back. I reached out and grabbed her around the shoulders, tugging her down onto my lap. Wrapping my arms around her, I cradled her in front of me, brushing her wild hair away from my face and tucking it under her head in between us. It was not abnormal for us to watch movies in such a position. I just felt like I needed to make a nice gesture to her for some reason, like I had offended her by getting up so abruptly. She smiled up at me and then turned her attention back to the movie.
I tried to focus on the screen, but somehow every time I stopped being explicitly aware of my actions, my fingers began trailing up and down the exposed skin of Bella's arm that lay against my thigh. I could smell her sweet shampoo and feel her weight against my lap. Everything was overwhelming me. I felt like I had way more than just half a beer at Jessica's house, but that was all I had. So the uncontrollable swarming in my head and throughout my body had nothing to do with alcohol. Something else entirely was going on.
A soft sigh came from Bella, and I looked down to see if she was beginning to fall asleep or something. She did indeed have her eyes closed, but her chest was rising and falling far too erratically to be sleep. She opened her eyes slowly, the back of my fingers and my thumb brushing up her arm and back down to the crook of her elbow. She turned back and looked at me, her eyes heavy-lidded and swimming with something I couldn't read. Her little pink tongue peaked out and she licked her lips, then turned back to watch the movie, resting her head against my chest again.
Slowly, cautiously, and very intentionally, I raised my fingers, leaving her arm behind, and ran them down the side of her neck and into her hair, twisting the locks in between my fingers as I raked through the length. My eyes never left Bella's face, watching her for any sign of…well…anything, I guess. Her eyelids dropped and she leaned into my touch, sighing. I took that as a good sign.
I lifted my hand and repeated the motion over and over until I was no longer brushing my fingers against her neck, but just running them through the long strands of her hair. The ends of which landed dangerously near her breasts, which I didn't dare even graze, having no fucking clue what was even going on with us.
We were both lost in a sea of sensation and confusion. The only indicator that the movie was over and the credits were rolling was the change in lighting in the room, as the black screen offered up almost no light whatsoever. I was still running my fingers through Bella's hair, enjoying the soft, silken texture of it as she lay cradled against me. Her body was utterly relaxed as her head lolled against my chest. But I knew she wasn't asleep. I had slept near Bella enough times to know that she was not even close to being that quiet in her sleep. She always mumbled and yammered nonsensically whenever she was under completely. As it was, she was awake and thoroughly enjoying my touch.
Perhaps too thoroughly, I wonderedas I noted the way she wriggled and squeezed her thighs together. My mind ran rampant with dirty thoughts, none of which were based in reality given that I had never really seduced a girl before, so I had no clue what she was actually doing. I just knew what I was enjoying thinking she was doing.
I laid my head back against the armrest, still stroking Bella's hair. My other hand ran the length of her forearm, my fingers finding her open palm and I wrapped them around her tiny hand, my thumb rubbing soft circles against hers as I held it. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed laying there with Bella, my best friend.
After a long spanse of time spent in a silent, if not somewhat awkward, bliss, I acted on impulse. I placed my hands gently on her relaxed little shoulders and pushed her up into a sitting position. I crawled out from beneath her and got to my feet. Without saying anything or looking back at her, I rounded the couch and climbed the noisy stairs to Bella's bedroom. The entire house was dark, Bella's room was no exception, save for the faint white glow that seeped in from the moonlight through the lace curtains. I walked over to the desk that sat in front of the window and picked up the picture frame that sat proudly next to the lamp.
I smiled fondly down at the two huge cheesy grins coming from happy, filthy, ten year olds. The picture was taken just months after Bella's mother had passed away and my parents took her with us to our summer home by the lake for a month so that Charlie could grieve and take care of everything accordingly. We were like her family, she leaned on us then. Judging from the gigantic smile on her adorable little face in the picture I was holding, it worked. She mourned appropriately, but was loved enough to adjust. On that particular day, I remembered, we had been burying each other in the muddy silt underneath the pier at the lake. My mom laughed until she cried when she found us, covered from head to toe in mud.
I sighed heavily; troubled by everything that seemed to be changing between us.
A small hand snaked around me and fingered the picture that was still in my hands. Bella peeked over my shoulder, but didn't move to take the frame from me. She just looked at it with me. She chuckled quietly, the sound almost noisy in the silent room.
"You've always been there." Her whispered voice was both reminiscent and sombre. I removed the frame from her fingers and placed it back on the desk, turning to face her. I leaned against the desk and just looked at her for a long time, longer than probably made her comfortable, knowing Bella. But she allowed me to, somehow understanding that I needed it. She was looking down at her hands, wringing them anxiously in front of her. I was looking at the way her hair looked almost black in the pale moonlight against the white of her skin. Her heavy lids fought to stay open as she looked down, the vague shadows of her long eyelashes danced against her cheekbones. I noticed the fullness of her bottom lip as she bit it and the nervous posture as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. Her nerves seemed out of place, it was just me.
I reached out and brushed her loose hair away from her face, laying it behind her shoulders to spill down her back. My fingers along her temples, cheek, neck, and collarbone unnecessarily as I did so. Her eyes fluttered up in a frenzy, meeting mine. She continued to chew on her lip - that shit drove me fucking insane. So, I reached up and placed my fingers just under her chin, the pad of my thumb under her lip, and tugged it free, never breaking my eye contact with her. I could see her fighting the instinct to look away. She obviously wanted to look into my eyes despite the weird electricity. I took that as permission to keep touching her in ways I never had before. The current danced across my skin, burning me.
With my fingers still under her chin, I stretched my hand out and wrapped my fingers lightly around her neck. I brought my other hand up, cautiously, trembling, and rest it against the other side of her face. I drew in a nervous breathe and pulled her to me. Cradling her against me, I tucked her head beneath my chin. I was content to just hug her for a minute, absorbing the energy that flowed between us. It was almost enough to overwhelm me. I wasn't sure how or if I could proceed any further. I exhaled.
Bella wrapped her little arms around my waist and held to me as tightly as I was holding to her. It felt fucking amazing. I had hugged Bella more times than I could count, but never like that. Never so intimately, so tenderly, and with so many silent promises exchanged.
I ran a hand down the back of her head and through her hair, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her forehead. My lips lingered far longer than they should have. She made a contented little sound and I felt a small tremor ripple through her body. She looked up at me, her eyes holding a thousand silent questions. I doubted my soft eyes held any of the answers she was looking for, and if they did, they weren't sharing them with the rest of me - I was just as confused as Bella. She reached up and traced the outline of my lips with the tips of her fingers, running them from my lips, over my chin and down my neck, leaving a trail of delicious fire behind them.
I stared into her eyes searching, questioning, loving. My breathing picked up, knowing I was seconds from leaning down to kiss her, irrevocably changing everything. I was beginning to panic. Doubt crept in quietly, yet potently, penetrating the sea of emotion and sensation I was drowning in. Then Bella smiled at me. It was faint and nervous and so Bella, that my heart squeezed and I knew that whether or not I kissed her at that exact moment, everything had already changed. I had loved Bella from the moment she took her first breath, but this was different.
With my palms still cupping her face gently, I wet my lips, staring into her beautiful eyes, so filled with emotion that it threatened to crush me. Softly, slowly, just a whisper of a movement, my lips brushed over hers. I closed my heavy eyes and wrapped my mouth around her lower lip, drawing it into mine and sucking lightly on it. I was so nervous my entire body was trembling, or maybe it was Bella trembling against me. Probably both. I pulled back just enough that we were no longer touching, but our breath poured warm and heavy against our moistened lips. My eyes were closed and I sensed that hers were as well, as we stood still absorbing the swarm of sensation and emotion, the line being crossed and then quickly forgotten.
My fingers tightened against her jaw and neck and I pulled her closer to me, pressing my lips back against hers. This time was a bit rougher and needier. I didn't mean to kiss Bella that way, but my body was quickly taking over. She felt so fucking amazing. It was irrelevant, she followed suit.
My fingers dug into the back of her neck as my thumb pressed softly on her cheekbone. My tongue swept across her lower lip and she parted hers, allowing me in. Our tongues met tentatively at first, sending a shrill shockwave through my entire body. I had kissed other girls before, but it had never felt like that. Kissing Bella was so charged, so full of promise and friendship, understanding and warmth. And apparently passion and need as Bella reached up and wound her little fingers into the hair at my neck and tugged me closer to her, deepening our kiss and moaning quietly into my mouth. I felt the vibrations against my lips. They rippled through me. I felt it in my fucking toes.
I was pretty sure I growled a little as the shockwave washed over me and I nipped lightly at her bottom lip, the sense of urgency and need building exponentially. I took a small step forward, driving Bella back a step, neither one of us willing to break the kiss or relinquish our grip on one another. I guided her until the backs of her knees collided with the edge of her bed.
I used the hand that was cradling her face to apply the slightest bit of pressure against her head, holding her back a bit and slowing our kiss as we stood at the edge of the bed. I pulled back just enough to withdraw my tongue and soften our kiss, ghosting my lips lightly over hers instead. I tilted her head to the side, allowing me access to her neck, and I moved my kiss along her jaw and over the thin, pale skin of her neck, still cradling her head in my hands. She moaned quietly and it sounded more like a plea than anything.
Slowly, still lavishing on her neck and collarbone, I slid my hands down along the sides of her body until they met her hips. I kneaded and rubbed for a moment. She moaned and tugged on my hair, which I was really beginning to fucking enjoy. I wrapped my hands around her ass, lifting her up and pressing her closer to me, crossing her legs around my waist. Holding her against me and returning my mouth to hers, I stepped forward and put one knee up on the bed. With Bella still clinging to me as if her life deepened on it, I crawled up onto her little twin bed and lay her down against the sheets - her comforter was still on the couch.
I stretched out on top of her, using one of my forearms to support most of my weight, not wanting to crush her. Her legs were still wrapped tightly around me as she used them to try and pull me closer to her. Truthfully, I wasn't sure it was possible to get any closer. My dick was hard as a rock, wedged between my jeans and her as she pulled and writhed below me, obviously searching for a bit of friction for her own purposes. I was more than willing to oblige.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I realised that the situation was quickly getting out of hand, but I also didn't care. Bella didn't seem concerned, so I continued kissing her sweet lips and running my free hand up and down the length of her side. On the last passage along her hip and up her waist, my fingers found the hem of her shirt and twisted in the fabric. As I moved my hand up along her ribs, I slid the tee shirt up with me. I raised myself off of her enough to grant the necessary space to move her shirt entirely up and over her head. She squirmed out of it and looked up at me shyly. Part of my stupid lust-filled brain found her shyness hilarious, given that we had bathed together as babies, swam naked in the lake together as small children and even changed quickly and modestly while the other looked away on occasion. She was beautiful and adorable and perfect as she looked up at me with hesitant eyes. She looked to me with such trust, the same expression she wore in the days surrounding that muddy little picture, the days she needed me the most. I was there for her as a kid, and I could be there for her now, in a new way, and in some ways, a more important way. I would never do anything to exploit that trust. I can take care of you Bella, I vowed silently, wishing she could hear me.
My eyes drifted along her nearly naked chest and torso then slowly returned back up. I felt the heat of her blush beneath me and looked deeply into her big, bashful eyes. I shook my head lightly at her.
"You're perfect, Bella," I whispered to her. She rolled her eyes. I was annoyed. "I mean it, I have never really said anything, but you are so beautiful. So beautiful…" I trailed off, ghosting my fingertips down from her neck, over her shoulders, across her collarbone and down her sides. I just barely swept across the faint swell of her breasts and bra, keeping my fingers more toward her sides, and down over her ribs where they landed on her hips. I sat back on my heels and just looked at her. She really was perfect, the pale lavender of her lacy bra barely visible in the white moonlight, against her pale skin. My fingers rest on the tops of her jeans, but I wasn't going to push things by acknowledging it. Instead, I traced the backs of my fingers back up the length of her beautiful body, more toward the centre, and up over her breasts, not pausing to properly enjoy them, just allowing her time to adjust to having my hands on her.
I expected there to be some sort of disconnect from the fact that the girl sprawled out on her bed beneath me was my lifelong best friend. There was no such disconnect. I was vividly aware of the fact that it was Bella whose body I was tracing lines on back and forth down her front, whose legs were wrapped around me pulling me toward her, wanting more contact. I complied and bent over to kiss her, deeply, sliding one hand along her cheek to cradle her head in my hand as while we explored one anothers mouths. Our tongues moved together, our small moans and grunts turning me on just as much as our actions.
After what felt like hours of just kissing, getting to know one another in a very different capacity than we had ever known each other, Bella slid her hands under the front of my shirt. She ran her hands along my abs and up over my chest, bringing my shirt with her. I was all too willing to rid myself of the barrier, craving more skin to skin contact. I threw it on the floor and wrapped my arms around her, a current of energy surging through me, shuddering down my body, to my fingertips and toes, and back up along my spine. I felt the electricity elsewhere as well. And while I was trying really fucking hard to be a gentleman, I really wanted to rip the rest of her clothes off and fucking bury myself inside of her.
Things progressed rapidly from there. We shed jeans quickly with nervous, fumbling fingers. Occasionally, looking up and locking eyes with a shy smile on our lips. Our eyes were warm and soft and very passionate. Best friends.
I gripped her hip, almost too hard, but couldn't find the will to be any more gentle with her. I hitched her leg up over my hip and ground myself and my poor, crazed hard-on into her. With nothing but flimsy cotton and lace between us, the trill of sensation ricocheted through us as our most aroused areas rubbed back and forth together, creating friction and warmth. I wanted so desperately to feel more of her.
Her head was thrown back, her fingers tangled and tugging in my hair as I circled my tongue around the shell of her ear, moaning lightly as she raised her hips up off the bed to grind herself into me. I dragged my hand from her shoulder, over the swell of her breasts, still covered in lavender lace, and down over her ribs. With caution, I worked my fingertips under the band of her panties, dipping them underneath and gripping her bare hip, pulling her closer to me. She whimpered and mewled, her sounds going straight to my dick. It twitched and begged to be touched. I kind of hoped it would get what it wanted, but I would not push for anything. I cared too much about this girl.
Slowly, cautiously, kissing and nipping at her neck and shoulder, I looked up at her. She had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, as I slipped my hand lower, my middle finger circling her swollen clit, keeping a watchful eye on her face for any sign that I had gone too far. She moaned and clamped down on her lower lip to quiet herself. I figured that meant she didn't mind what I was doing. I certainly didn't.
I traced around her clit, and then lowered my finger. She was so fucking wet that I groaned along with her as my finger dipped into the moisture. Oh fuck…
I circled my fingertip around her, working in the evidence of what I was capable of doing to her. I found that idea so fucking hot. I moved my finger into her just an inch, then circling and withdrawing a little, I repeated the action slowly, over and over. She writhed and moaned beneath me as I pressed the heel of my hand against her most sensitive spot. Having no fucking clue at all what I was doing, just working off of her reactions.
I pushed my entire finger into her, curling it a bit forward and slowly working it in and out of her, the moisture increasing with her sweet little sounds. I sucked on the her bottom lip and moaned with her, against her mouth as I continued pumping my finger into her. I slowly circled another finger around her entrance, barely dipping it in. I nuzzled into her neck with my nose, kissing and licking anything my lips could reach, as I slid my finger out of her. She whimpered. I pushed it back in slowly, moving the second finger in alongside it. She was so fucking tight I could barely fit both fingers in her, and I idly wondered how the fuck anything else was going to fit in there. The thought made everything twitch and I groaned into her ear. She clawed at the back of my shoulders and wrapped her legs tight around my waist, holding me to her so tight I could barely move my hand. Her insides clamped down around my fingers and she moaned and panted my name, shuddering and whimpering as I pumped my fingers slowly in and out of her as she rode out the tail end of what I assumed was an orgasm. I was insanely jealous, and also pretty fucking proud of myself, having never done anything even remotely close to that before.
I removed my fingers from her, sliding them out from her panties, curling them to keep from wiping the moisture on her, and kissed her. It was soft and gentle. I wasn't looking for anything more. Watching Bella come undone beneath me, my name on her lips as she moaned with a pleasure that I was bringing her - that was Heaven. I could wait for more. She was too precious to me to push for anything else.
But she deepened the kiss. She grabbed and pulled at my hair. She was greedy and quickly forcing my body to reign over my mind. I plunged my tongue into her mouth and wrapped my arms around her, lifting her enough so that she could arch her back and I could undo the clasp of her bra. Taking more as long as she was offering. Her little fingers pulled at the waistband of my boxer briefs. My dick pulsed with anticipation.
Her bra discarded somewhere on the floor with the rest of our clothing, I traced hot, wet kisses down her neck, over her shoulder. My hand reached up the other side of her body to gently palm the freshly exposed skin. Her nipple hardened under my touch and she moaned. I traced a circle around it with my thumb as my mouth dipped down and drew in her other beautiful, little pink button into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around it. Her fingers had come to rest on my neck and shoulders. She dug nails into my skin in a way that was almost painful, but so fucking hot at the same time. Her head was thrown back into the pillows. I worked my way down her stomach, over her ribs, kissing, licking, gripping her with my hands. I got to the top of her panties and grabbed them, tugging on them, needing more of her exposed and laid out just for me.
Bella lifted her hips up off the bed, allowing me to pull the flimsy piece of lace down her legs until she could kick them off with her feet. Her hands returning to my underwear as I looked down at all of her with awe. Truthfully, it was the first time I had seen an entirely naked woman before. And this particular one was writhing beneath me and moaning my name. I almost came on the spot. I actually had to make a conscious effort to restrain myself, something I was not used to doing with my own solo exploits. It was fucking torture. A sweet, heavenly, painful torture.
When Bella tugged and pulled at my boxer briefs it snapped me back to the present. I grabbed her little wrists in my long fingers, stopping her…though for the life of me I couldn't remember why. I looked into her eyes, wild with excitement and arousal.
"Bella," my voice came out hoarse and broken. It was rough with desire, even though my actions were contradicting that need. "Bella, you don't have to…" I trailed off, not sure of what she was trying to do anyway, just knowing that I had to make sure she understood that she had complete control of the situation. Everything had to be her choice, not mine.
Defiance flared in her eyes as she pushed down my boxers as far as her arms could reach without answering my pleas. Who was I to deny whatever she wanted? I conceded and wiggled myself free of them, kicking them to the floor. Her legs, around my waist, fell open a little more – permission to take whatever I wanted. I groaned and fought back the urge to just dive right in, overly eager in my inexperienced state. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and she bit her fucking little lip while she looked up at me, naked, exposed, vulnerable….waiting. I didn't want to disappoint her or make her feel foolish in anyway, she was the most glorious thing I had ever seen. So I told her so.
Then my responsible side piped up, momentarily lost somewhere in the heat and the excitement. "Bella, shit, I don't…have…anything…" Seriously, it was like those fucking sex lectures in school. If I didn't have the balls to say the fucking word "condom" to her out loud, was I really ready to fuck her? Probably not. I rolled my eyes at my very inconvenient train of thought until Bella's beautiful little words dragged me from my aching balls and my own personal, responsible, hell.
"Edward, I'm on the pill, for, ya know…girlie…reasons. And you know I've never…" She trailed off too. Well, weren't we quite the bold pair. Actions came much easier than words. I muttered something about the fact that I had never either…which was utterly useless because Bella was my best friend and she knew I had never done shit with anyone.
She reached up and slid her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck, softer than she had before. She pulled me down to her and kissed me gently. I lay against her, my dick twitching and pulsing, so close to the wet heat it was seeking.
I braced myself on my forearms, sliding my palms under her little head, cradling her against me. I cherished her. Gently, I nudged one of her thighs with my knee, needing her to open up wider for me. I trailed kisses along her jaw, the sensitive spot just underneath, and over her collarbone, sucking lightly, but never enough to mark her. I would never disrespect Bella like that. My thumbs rubbed soothing, tender circles where they reached behind her ears.
"Bella," I used her name as a question, my voice stripped and raw.
"Please," she answered her lips at my ear as she kissed my neck and wrapped her arms around my back, holding me close to her. There was nothing I wouldn't give her if she asked, even myself.
I aligned myself to her properly, feeling the moisture and the heat as the head of my cock moved against her entrance. The sensations rippled through me and my whole body shuddered. Bella moaned. My dick swelled harder. I stared deep into her eyes, still questioning. She tugged at me with her arms…answering.
So slow I almost cried out from the throbbing pain in my dick, I pushed an inch into her, moving around her moisture and dipping in and out of her. I was so terrified I was going to hurt her. She squirmed beneath me and moaned. I breathed heavily into her ear, sucking her earlobe into my mouth, moving a tiny bit further into her. I swear I could actually feel the thin barrier against the head of my cock as I pushed on it. It seemed so unfair that my body was flourishing with the most amazing fucking sensations I had ever felt, and I was about to inflict actual searing pain onto her. God, girls really do have the shit end of the bargain, I grumbled silently to myself, wishing like hell I could find a way to not make Bella feel any pain-ever.
"Bella," I choked out through a strained voice. "It's going to hurt, Bella. I don't want to hurt you." I rubbed my fingertips into her scalp, still cradling her precious little head in the palms of my hands as I hovered over her. Her eyes were warm and tender, she was panting and moaning.
"Please, Edward, please," she whispered so quietly I had to lean in closer to even hear her. "It should be you…Edward."
My name on her needy, breathy lips, begging me to make love to her for the first time, was enough to break my tenuous resolve. I pushed past her barrier so slowly, working in the slippery moisture that was the proof of how badly she wanted it to be me. It was borderline painful how slowly and agonizingly I moved inside of her. Pulling back out an inch, then back in, pushing slightly further than the pervious time. Finally, I had to just do it. I had to push through her barrier and hurt her. And it felt fucking fantastic….for me.
Bella gasped and cried out and I froze above her, my eyes the size of saucers and I searched her features, begging her to tell me if she was okay. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was panting louder and rougher than before. I felt fucking amazing, except the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that Bella was in pain. The sick feeling actually outweighed the glorious, liquid warmth that was crashing over my body. I stilled and asked her if she was alright.
"No," she panted. "But don't stop. God please, Edward, don't stop. I will be okay. Just don't stop."
It wasn't really that encouraging, the way she tried to breathe through the burning pain that from the look on her twisted little face I imagined was excruciating. But she was begging for me, and despite everything else, that shit was hot. I pulled out slowly, and then rocked back into her, the warmth wrapping around my every nerve-ending and blanketing me in it. I muttered a long string of obscenities even though I tried to fight them back. Somewhere the better part of my brain told me I should say nicer things, whisper words of encouragement and tenderness to Bella as I slipped in and out of her, not even sheathing myself entirely yet. But all I could manage for the first few minutes was profanity. Novice.
I moved slowly, looking whenever I could through my own squinted eyes at Bella. She looked beautiful, and her features slowly dissolved from the twisted look of pain to one of pleasure. Her thighs loosened beneath me, allowing me to push myself deeper into her. Again, she cried out. Again, I froze.
"Fuck, Bella, I'm so sorry….I'm so sorry…" I whispered in her ear, nuzzling my nose along her ear and neck.
"No, Edward, fuck," she panted into my shoulder. "So…fucking…good…"
Oh thank god. I smiled into her neck and nipped at the beautiful, thin skin there.
I lifted one hand, still nestling her head in the palm of my other. I brushed back the hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, and pushed it off her face, running my warm palm over her cheek and down her neck. I pushed my hand underneath her arm and across her back, holding her tight to me. I prayed that I could transfer the onslaught of emotion I had for her through me and into her, as I moved inside her.
Bella crossed her long legs behind me as I rocked slowly in and out of her, feeling the splinters of hot sensation shooting through me. I could barely move because she had such a tight grip on me. It was all superfluous as the heat that I felt deep in my belly clenched and I fought to hold it back.
Her sharp little fingernails dug deep into my shoulder and she cried out, tightening around me, sending me over the already delicate edge I was balancing on. I cried out along with her, cradling her tight against me, still moving in and out slowly as both our bodies stiffened, shuddered and then relaxed into one another.
I held her there for a long time, panting heavily, resting my forehead on hers, just coming down from the sheer fucking high that was making love to Bella. Then my sensible side returned and I realised with the shaky state of my arms, I was probably crushing her beneath me. I rolled over a few inches, my chest sliding down her arm until I was on my side, moving her with me.
"Bella," I whispered once our breathing steadied out. "Are you okay?" Suddenly I was overcome with worry that she was not okay. That I had hurt her, or rushed this, whatever the fuck it was that happened tonight. That emotionally and physically I had taken advantage of her. Just as I was beginning to panic, she reached up and ran her fingers through my sweaty, messy hair and sighed.
"Uhm…I'm not sure, I think so." She giggled a little and I looked up to meet her eyes, so soft, so precious. "You're, uhm…still…in…I can't tell, really…" she trailed off, biting her lower lip, looking so fucking shy and unsure of herself that I almost laughed. How could she look bashful after we had just stripped ourselves naked and bare in front of one another and made love?
"Right," I muttered, feeling a little awkward myself. I looked deep into her eyes, narrowing mine as a broad smile stretched across my face. I laughed lightly and scooted myself onto my back, effectively withdrawing my dick from its new favourite place, nice and warm inside Bella. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me, running my fingers through her long, dark hair. The moonlight bathed her naked body, flush against mine, in the most glorious white blanket. She looked like an apparition, soft and white, long and beautiful, her legs tangled in mine, our feet wrapped up in the twisted sheets.
We lay like that for an indiscernible amount of time. I ran my fingers through her hair, ghosting them over her back and ribs, along the back of her arms where they were wrapped around my neck. Eventually, I twisted around, sliding her off of me just slightly, so that I could lean across the bed and read the glowing green numbers on her alarm clock. They read 3:17 and I knew Charlie would be home around five.
I snuggled back into her; cold and seeking the warmth of her body against mine, clinging to her. I closed my eyes and revelled in the feeling of her little fingers in my hair, twisting it and sweeping through it.
"What time is it?" she whispered after a few minutes. I told her and she muttered some mild profanities under her breath. Which made me chuckle because I had never heard Bella swear so much in all our lives as I had tonight. Maybe I was a bad influence on her. She wormed herself in closer to me, and I refused to believe that I was. I loved Bella in ways that I wasn't even sure I could articulate. I would do anything for her.
"You don't have to stay, Edward," she whispered quietly into my chest, where her precious little head lay.
"Charlie isn't going to be home for a few hours, Bella, Jesus. I'm not just going to leave," I scoffed back at her. What kind of asshole did she think I was? She giggled at my offended tone and wrapped her arms around me tighter. I smiled down at her, even though she couldn't see it, and held her close to me, so fucking happy I could explode.
An hour later, Bella's chest was heaving steadily against mine as she slept, wrapped in my arms. Despite having no blankets and the chill of the early December air outside, I felt blanketed in a warmth I could not find the proper words to describe. My insides were glowing. But I knew I had to get out of her bed before I drifted off to sleep along with her and Charlie found us…which would probably be a really fucking bad idea.
I gently nudged her, wiggling underneath her until her peaceful little eyes fluttered open and she mumbled some things I couldn't understand.
She yawned and stretched against me. I tried not to let my dick react to her naked body shimmying against mine, knowing that definitely was a bad idea. Given the time and the fact that she had to be really fucking sore, whether she knew it yet or not.
"Are you going now?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"No, Bella, I'm just going to get dressed and go sleep downstairs on the couch. I'm sure everyone knows I'm here, so I'm not just gonna take off right before your dad gets home-that would look odd, don't you think?" I laughed.
She "mmm'd" and nuzzled back against me. I rolled her over, so fucking tempted to just stay put, consequences be damned. But I didn't. I climbed off her bed, a little sore myself, rubbing my biceps that ached from supporting my weight for so long. I knew it was nothing compared to the ache Bella was going to feel when she woke up.
I gathered up my clothes and got dressed. I threw all of her haphazardly discarded articles of clothing into her laundry hamper, and went to retrieve her favourite pair of ratty sweat pants from her bottom dresser drawer and a tee shirt. I walked lightly back over to her, sleeping peacefully and looking like a fucking angel in the soft moonlight that bathed her naked flesh against her dark sheets. I trailed my fingertips lightly over her skin, from her hairline, down her neck, along her spine and over her adorable little ass. They trailed off at the top of her thighs and she moaned quietly in her sleep. I bent down on my knees and nuzzled my nose into her neck and ear.
"Bella, your pyjamas are on the foot of your bed, okay? I really think you should not be naked when your dad gets home." I laughed at the idea, despite the shudder of fear that washed over me. A man with a loaded weapon finding his freshly violated daughter in her bedroom and the prick who did it asleep on his couch like he owned the fucking joint. I cringed.
She murmured an okay and I poked her until her eyes opened slowly. "Seriously, Bella, Charlie will fucking shoot me…and then castrate me. And then probably shoot me again. Please get dressed." She giggled and sat up. I held her face in my hands, looking at her with an emotion that I couldn't name. Her sleepy little eyes searched mine, probably trying to understand what I was feeling…and what she was feeling. I smiled a small little smile of encouragement at her, then bent down and kissed her forehead, leaving my lips lingering against her warm skin for a moment, not wanting to walk away from her, even if it was just to go downstairs. She sighed and I pulled back, knowing she needed to get some sleep. She was going to be tired, stiff and sore tomorrow, or…today, whatever.
I walked away and went downstairs, feeling like I was leaving a piece of myself back in the bedroom. Which, as I stretched out on the couch pulling her comforter that smelled sweet and sugary like Bella up around me, I realised I was leaving a piece of me behind. A piece that I could never get back and I could never give to anyone else. We had swapped those pieces of ourselves. I would guard hers with my life.
I drifted off within seconds, fucking exhausted. It felt like just minutes before Charlie's loud boots in the entrance woke me up. He hung up his jacket and his gun, clamouring loudly down the hallway and into the living room, grunting and groaning under his breath. Despite being a guest in the house, I had the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up because he was going to wake up Bella. I bit my tongue and jammed the heels of my palms into my eye sockets trying to block out the light and fall back to sleep.
"Figured you'd be here," Charlie grumbled, slumping heavily into his Barcalounger. "You're in my parking spot."
I muttered something unintelligible and rolled over, facing the back of the couch and pulling Bella's comforter over my head. I knew that to Charlie nothing was out of the ordinary. I often stayed the night on their couch when he had to work overnight shifts, so that Bella would feel safe while she slept. There was an empty bag of popcorn on the floor and the blue screen that read, "Thank you for your purchase," still flickered on the television. Everything was normal. Except that mere hours ago both Bella and I had given our virginity to one another. To me, it still felt like everything was as it should be.
I drifted back to sleep, wrapped in Bella's scent, with her soft words telling me that it should be me, wafting through my mind. Utterly content.
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