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There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
~~You Make Me Smile, Blue October
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~~EPOV~~
If someone tested Bella for ADD right now I was pretty certain she'd score off the charts. The moment she stepped through the door she started rambling and wandering, touching one thing and then spinning to go to another.
"We had a quilt in our cabin last year that must have come from here, it was blue and white, and... oh, you saw it on the beach that night..." She blushed a shade befitting of her own cabin. "A fireplace! I'm jealous. Does it work? Ours doesn't work."
She bounded across the room to poke at the wood sitting in the hearth. Her hands fingered the trim of the curtains before she crossed the room again towards the back window.
"God, I feel like smoking a clove. Isn't that strange? Where did that come from? Is that bathtub? Outside? Tell me you do not have a bathtub on your back deck? That's it, I'm stealing this place out from under you next year." She pushed forward against the kitchenette counter for a closer look out the window.
"You'll have to fight me for it."
I went to her and brought my hands down just outside of hers. My nose dipped into her hair. I could feel her shake against me. This whole time I thought she was powered on adrenaline and now, feeling her this close to me, I realized it was more nerves than anything. I was fucking idiot.
"Bluebell, relax," I said, running my hands up and down her arms.
"I don't know if I can. Being here, it's almost too much."
"I brought you here so you could recover in peace, nothing more. I promise."
I heard a soft laugh escape her lips as she turned her body around to me.
"I'm not scared of you, Edward. I'm scared of me."
"Of what you'll do?"
"Of what I won't." It was barely a whisper on her lips.
"Bella, there is nothing more in the world I want than to take you to bed and make you my lover. But not tonight. You know not tonight. You're all keyed up, your emotions are everywhere. You're daughter's been in the hospital. Your husband is missing, presumed fucking. I don't want you to have all that in your head. Call me a selfish prick, but when I take you as mine, I want your mind also."
I felt her lips before I could see them coming. A hand slid into my hair and pulled my mouth in deeper. She kissed me like I had the answer to the fucking riddle in both our heads.
"When you do, I will give you all of me," she said like it wasn't the fucking sexiest thing ever.
When. She said when. It wasn't a question of if I'd have her mind, body and soul, it was when. My dick throbbed at the when. She pushed off the counter and the grass of her skirt tickled my leg.
"How about that drink? And that clove?"
She stopped just before sitting on the small love seat that faced the bed. "Shut up. You do not have cloves."
"You shut up, I do too." I walked over to the nightstand to procure a bottle of whiskey and a pack of clove cigarettes. "I smoke one after another when I'm writing. I think there's magical properties and shit packed in these little rolls."
Bella smiled and stretched out across the sofa taking the offered cigarette from the pack.
"I had to have smelled them. Just when I thought it was a random craving." She shrugged and inhaled deeply as I lit it for her. The smoke curled around her head. "When I was in high school, my best friend Angela and I dressed up as witches for Halloween and she got her brother to buy us a pack of cloves. We chain smoked them and drank wine coolers all night until we nearly made ourselves sick."
"Well, here's to getting older than. We can buy our own cloves and can drink far finer than Bartles and Jaymes." I handed her one of the glasses I'd poured and we clinked them together.
"Gah. I was serious before. This being an adult thing sucks ass."
"For the most part, yeah it does."
"Missing, presumed fucking. That's hilarious. I missed that before." She took another long drag of the clove and the cherry burned bright.
"It isn't hilarious, it's sad. Do you really think he's camping?"
Bella frowned into her glass and tilted it back and forth to watch the amber swirl against the ice. "Know what? I don't really want to think about it. I don't want to be sad."
Her shoulders rose and fell in the saddest shrug I'd ever seen and I realized that she'd been playing brave in the park. She wasn't okay with the way things were, she was just getting that good at pretending. We were more alike than I thought.
"Will you tell me more about Rose?"
"I don't feel like being sad either."
"Fair enough. Another time?"
"Another time." I raised my glass to her again. "Here's to not being adults about our shit. Because it's our fucking right not to be."
"A-fucking-men. I'll drink to that." She reached forward off the couch to me holding my gaze as our glasses met. "Hey, do you mind if I take this off? The band is scratching my back."
Did I mind? Was she fucking kidding? I wanted to tear it off her sending shreds of grass flying across the room like feathers. I wanted to watch each button of that shirt pop off in my hands until I got to the creamy milk of skin beneath.
"Uh, no. Go ahead that's fine." I picked at my fingernails and studied the cuticles with intense scrutiny. I heard the swish of her skirt as she stood and I peeked up.
Her tongue poked out of her lips as she struggled with the knot on the tie of the skirt. It came apart quicker than she expected and the long grass dropped to the floor in a flourish. I was eye level with the blue v between her legs. Her hands went to undo the tie at her chest and I gulped as the long shirt covered her stomach and hips just in time.
"That's better. I swear to Allah my legs are going to be covered in hives tomorrow." She ran her hands down the length of them as she settled back on the couch.
"Can I get you a blanket or something?"
"You know what I'd really love? If you're willing that is..." Her voice trailed off and a smile tugged at her mouth. She knew she was playing me like a fucking harpsichord.
"What would you really love?"
"My black stretchy pants. They're laying out on my bed. But I really don't want to run across the meadow half-naked."
"I really don't want you to run across the meadow half-naked either. Especially not with Aro and Marcus toking it up in your cabin, the old pervs. Is your door unlocked?"
She blushed and looked to her hands and I realized the significance of the question. I'd told her earlier I'd be back at that door.
"Yeah, it is."
I stood from the coffee table I'd been sitting on and ran my fingers across her hair as I brushed past. She'd left the door unlocked. She expected she'd come home alone tonight and left the fucking door unlocked for me. She wanted me to sneak in her room at night and take her. She wanted me inside her as much as I wanted to be there. Fucking hot damn.
I made it through the grass and in the back door of her room unnoticed. The door to the living area was closed and I could hear the party beyond it. I glanced around and saw the black pants folded at the end of the bed. Just as I reached for them, the door to her bathroom opened and Zafrina came out holding a towel.
She glanced to me then to the pants and once around the room. She looked around me to the open door behind and raised an eyebrow.
"Bella's skirt was bothering her so she asked me to grab her pants. I, uh, told you we were going to hang over at my place. She's not up for a crowd."
Zafrina continued to pat her hands dry. "And you're explaining this to me, why?"
"Just thought you wanted to know what I was doing in her room."
She snorted and turned to throw the towel on the bathroom counter. "I know what you're doing, Edward. And just like I told Bella, it ain't none of my business. I'm on a don't need to know basis."
"Right, got it. Well I'll-"
"Wait," she said, raising her hand. "I don't need to know but I got something to tell. That girl you've got over there is one damaged little bird. Her wing's been broken a long time and she's letting it set the wrong way. She needs to fix it straight for it to heal or else she's never going to fly." She crossed her arms and shot me a look that made me feel compelled to call her ma'am.
"Yes ma'am," I said as reached for the door knob to go. "Zafrina? I'd never do anything to hurt her, just so you know."
She nodded and frowned. "Most folks don't do the hurting on purpose but it still happens."
She opened the door with one last pointed look and I made my way out the back. Her words conjured up the thought of a little blue bird hopping along with a dragging wing and looking to the sky. The image stuck to my mind like oil to the ocean.
The room was quiet as I entered and a glance over the back of the couch showed that Bella had fallen asleep with her chin to her chest and her hand clutching the glass. I tossed her pants onto the coffee table and thought of what to do.
I could wake her and take her home. That seemed like a shitty thing to do to someone who fifteen minutes ago was wired enough to light the eastern sea-board. I could get her a blanket and leave her there. But how much of an ass would I be leaving her on the couch and climbing into that big ass comfortable as shit bed? I could move her to the bed but I didn't want to risk waking her. I gave her an experimental poke on the arm. Nothing. She was out.
I pulled back the blankets and sheets and scooped Bella up in my arms. Her limbs flopped like noodles and I carefully rolled her head to my shoulder. As soon as she hit the pillow she sighed and rolled over bringing one knee to her chest. I covered her legs with blankets instead of the languid slow kisses I wanted to place there and went into the bathroom. I found a pair of boxers on the floor and traded my swim trunks for them before digging for an extra blanket in the small closet.
The clock alarm was set and the lights were killed and I settled into the couch to be lulled to sleep by the sounds of her breaths not some fifteen feet away.
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"Edward?"
I thought I dreamt the whisper I heard just above my head. I rolled over and felt her finger trail along my jaw.
"Edward?" she said softly, again. "Why are you on the couch? Come to bed."
The finger had a hand that found mine and pulled gently. I opened my eyes and saw the same bare legs this time the thighs were skimmed by the hem of my old black t-shirt. Her hair was in a blaze around her head and make-up was rubbed slightly beneath her eyes. She had only opened one and it looked confused as it peered at me.
"What time is it?"
"Sometime after four. I woke up disoriented and reached for my water. It was a glass of whiskey and I spit it out all over my shirt. I found one of yours, I hope you don't mind."
"I am whatever the opposite of minding is. You look fucking hot."
She sucked in her lip and blushed. "Get off the couch. You didn't have to sleep here. It's comfy but it's not that comfy. Get in your bed." She tugged my hand again and I let my feet hit the floor to stand and follow her to the bed.
I waited for her to get in first and wished my eyes were less sleep hazed so I could fully appreciate her crawling across the bed. She laid into the pillow and turned on her side to face in. I mirrored her and found her hand between us. She moved her head closer to me and smiled a sleepy smile.
"Close your eyes, Bluebell," I said, yawning and closing my own.
"I don't want to. Nothing I dream could be better than this."
I smiled with my eyes still closed and her lips brushed against mine. I opened them for a moment to see her back on her pillow, eyes shut, small smile. I squeezed her hand and found her feet with my own. They tangled together and we exhaled into the silence.
A few deep breaths later I felt the edge of sleep and Bella's soft foot sneaking up my calf. I reached out and wrapped my arm around her back to pull her in closer. Having her in my bed was an opportunity I shouldn't waste. I wanted to feel her against me.
Her head tucked beneath my chin and her lips pressed into the hollow between my collar bones. It sent a zinger straight to my dick. Her fingers trailed my spine and I pushed myself to her subconsciously. My dick searched for the pocket of the boxers and freedom while I thought about triple plays and tax rate amortization tables.
She pulled back to scoot herself up so our mouths were level. She was quiet as she looked into my eyes bringing her lips to mine. Her tongue flicked out to lick my lips and she smirked. She ran it across my teeth slowly and with purpose. It lingered on the eye tooth stroking its point and pushing against it. We kissed like this, eyes open, and it was the hottest most erotic kiss I'd ever experienced.
My hand went to her hip needing to find something to hold, some kind of traction. The shirt was raised and my hand landed on bare skin. Those suit bottoms were on my floor somewhere and I didn't even fucking know it. My hand shot out like she'd burned me and she grabbed it, scared and shaking in the air, and brought it back to her.
Our eyes closed as our lips met fully and I let my hand roam up her body. I was gliding over her side when I realized the top was gone too. Her back arched at my touch and I knew what she wanted. She wanted what I'd teased earlier. She wanted to know what we would feel like skin to skin.
I traced the curve of her tit with my fingers and she moaned. The vibrations echoed in my mouth and down my throat to my core. The palm of my hand skimmed her nipple and I let it drift back and forth with the tiniest amount of pressure. Her nipple hardened beneath it and my dick turned to stone.
She whimpered and pushed my legs apart with hers. Her knee traveled higher and picked up my balls gently. She circled her leg pressing them to her and into my cock and I nearly blew my load at the vaguest hint of her touch. My hand came down hard and gripped her tit as I bit her lip. She jolted against me and cried out.
"I knew you'd feel this way, Bella. I just didn't know how good it would be. Baby, does it feel good to you?" I rolled her over to perch above with one leg between hers. My hand moved across her tit again beneath the shirt.
Her answer was another whimper and I took her mouth again. I imagined her eager tongue on my dick and sucked harder.
"You taste like heaven," I whispered in her ear, nudging her legs with mine. My hand drifted down her stomach to follow the line of her hip to where I'd never touched her before. Not above or beneath her clothes. I paused on the thin skin just where her legs began and let my fingers run a line across it.
Her eyes were heavy with want as she smiled and tilted her head back to moan again. I tapped my fingers against her skin and took her other breast in my mouth, shirt and all. She shuddered and mumbled unintelligibly.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Touch me. Touch me, please. Touch me the way I've touched me for you."
My teeth sank into her nipple as I groaned. I pulled away from her, leaving a wet hollow behind.
"Holy fucking shit. You can't just say that without asking for trouble."
She pushed up on her elbows so that our faces were equal. "I think it's pretty fucking obvious I'm asking for trouble."
I jutted my chin out to bump hers and took her in my mouth again as I let my hand trail down her center. Fingertips grazed her clit as she bucked and I covered them with her wetness. Ever so slowly, they moved back up and circled her softly just as I teased her nipple before. I felt her shake beneath me and slowed down further, drawing one finger down the outside of her swollen lips brushing my knuckle across her entrance. She fell back flat on the bed and I watched her face as I stroked her. I was fucking touching my Bluebell's pussy. I shook my head in disbelief.
"Is this how you did it? Is this how you touched yourself dreaming of me?"
"Uh-huh," escaped her lips in quiet.
I rolled her clit between two fingers and pushed her opening against my palm. The heat shot down my arm and made me sick with desire. I wanted more. I needed more.
"God, you feel fucking amazing. You are so soft. You are so soft everywhere. Bella, look at me. I want to taste you. Can I taste you?"
Her eyes flew open and she pushed up on her arms again. "I, uh, you, um. I, uh..."
"Shhhh. It's okay, if it's too much. It's okay. I won't do anything you don't want."
"It's not that. I just never have...done that before."
My hand stopped dead in disbelief.
"You've never done what before?"
"I've never been kissed...there."
"You're fucking kidding me. You mean this glorious slice of heaven has never been worshipped by a bath of tongue laps? Unheard of!"
She burst into laughter and her hand went across my chest. She tweaked my nipple and smiled again. "No it, uh, hasn't."
Oh my fucking God. I couldn't believe it. She was a fucking oral virgin. If I put my mouth against her I'd be the first to do it. My lips on her clit and my tongue on her puss would be the first. What kind of fucking idiot had this in front of him and didn't do it?
"That," I said with the utmost sincerity, "is a fucking crime. Please let me kiss you, Bella. Let me put my mouth on you until you cum. I want to suck your pussy until it screams my name." My thumb pushed into her clit for emphasis.
I expected her to laugh but her eyes rolled back and she shuddered "yes." I needed no more encouragement than that. I was soaring down the bed like it was a fucking slip and slide. My hand stayed on her, teasing and toying as she moved and writhed beneath it. I kissed the inside of her knee and then followed the vein of her thigh to the very edge of her. If I was a smart fuck I would have turned on some fucking lights.
She held her breath and waited. I brought my mouth just above her knowing she could feel my exhale on her skin. I felt her relax beneath me and grinned before giving her one long, slow, lick from bottom to top with the entire width of my tongue.
"Fuck for fucking fuckity fuck. Fuck!" She moaned as her hands gripped the sheets.
I laughed. I couldn't help it I was fucking proud of myself. One lick and she was making truckers blush. I took her eager little button into my mouth sucking and flicking it. Her hips rose off the bed and I slipped my tongue down again before thrusting it inside her. She was hot and sticky and sweet and I wanted more, now.
I pulled and sucked and kissed and tugged and licked and teased and she screamed my name pushing off the bed and falling back down again, her body quaking from orgasm.
"I wasn't done," I said with a laugh, lapping up the last of her.
"Obviously I was." She giggled and pushed her hand in her hair. "Oh my God."
"You're killing me, smalls. That was like two minute head. I can go much longer. I want to go much longer. Give me another chance." I flopped down on the pillow beside her and begged.
"I couldn't hold out. I did the ABCs backwards and the multiplication tables and they did nothing. I didn't want it to end but I didn't want to stop it either."
"You should be punished for your poor concentration skills. I think you deserve a daily tongue lashing."
She laughed and laced her fingers in my hair. "You are quite the disciplinarian," she said letting one hand slip down my chest. "But what about you? What's your punishment?"
"Why am I being punished? I did nothing wrong." I sucked in as her fingers coasted across the band of my shorts.
"True. Perhaps you should be rewarded."
That I was. Her warm little hand dipped into my shorts and found my aching cock. She gripped it firmly and moved up and down swirling around the top letting her palm glide across the head. She did it twice, maybe three times, and I was sputtering in my shorts.
"You're going to think I'm a two pump chump. Look at me. I came like a zit covered kid."
Bella grinned and batted her eyes. "Twelve months of foreplay has that effect on people."
I reached down to yank up the blankets and take off my shorts. I balled them up to scoop away any remnants and tossed them to the floor.
"You don't mind, right? I don't sleep in nothing but air usually anyways."
She rolled her eyes in response and curled her body into mine.
"No I don't mind. But I do find it funny that I'm sleeping with you naked when I've never even seen you naked."
She was right. She had me giving DNA samples in record speed and I'd never even seen the places I'd just made love to.
"The week is young, Bluebell. We've got all the time in the world."
I pulled her in closer and buried my face in her hair letting our breaths match each other. If I could have found a way for time to stand still in that moment, I would have given anything for it.
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