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Promises - a one shot	By : TheBlindQueen Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Promises
Author: TheBlindQueen
Summary: A slightly AU version of the night Bella finally accepted Edward’s proposal.

******Promises *******

Her eyes swept down, the long, dark lashes obscuring whatever lurked in her gaze. I hated it when she hid her feelings from me, even when those feelings terrified and awed me. Tonight, however, she had taken me by surprise. I would have given her the world, and yet all she had asked for was…

Me.

It was unbearable. It was horrifying. It was… Oh God, so tempting.

I lifted her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes held mine briefly and then skittered away. “What now?” I asked, trying very hard to rid my voice of the husky note of need I know trembled in it. I could not let her sense just how easily she could get her way. It was not safe. And Bella was relentless.

“Nothing,” she muttered, trying to twist away from my touch…my eyes. I frowned at her for a moment, an impossible suspicion coming to me.

“Did I hurt your feelings?” I was shocked, agonized to think that I might have injured her feelings. She knew why I had to say no. Surely, she also knew how much I wanted her, how much I longed to bury myself in her warmth.

“No.” She said the word too quickly. Bella was such a terrible liar and I loved her for it. I was still trying to decide how to show her that I wanted her, that nothing could stop me from claiming her, nothing but keeping her safe. Then she turned away from me, slipping free of my hold, surprising me. She turned on her side, curling up in a ball, facing away from me.

“Can you turn off the light?” she asked quietly. “I’m tired.”

Still stunned, I moved automatically, doing as she asked. We were plunged into an uncomfortable and silent darkness. Perhaps this conversation would be more easily accomplished in the dark, I told myself.

I snuggled up behind her – not too close – and put my arm around her stiff body. “Bella,” I whispered in her ear. “You know why I have to say no.”

“Sure,” she said, much too casually. “I get it. You don’t want to hurt me.” Then she very deliberately closed her eyes. “Good night, Edward.” It was a very pointed dismissal, but I knew I could not allow her to think that she was unwanted. In fact, the very opposite was true. I wanted her too much. I maintained control only by the thinnest of margins, and I shuddered to think what might happen if I let go of that control, even for an instant.

Images of her broken and bloody body danced through my head, strengthening my resolve to do what was right, instead of what I wanted to do.

“Bella…” I let my cool breath caress her ear and she shivered. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

She went utterly still, almost as unmoving as a vampire. For just a moment, I let myself think of her as immortal. And I admitted to myself just how much I wanted her to be like me, so that I could love her freely and without reservation. I wanted to know that I would never lose her to the various fates that haunted her human footsteps.

I wanted forever, and nothing less would do.

“I promise, Bella,” I continued, hoping she would realize how very, very much I wanted her. “When it’s safe, I’ll…” I drew in a shaky breath. “Oh God, I’ll show you just how much I want you.” I closed my eyes and let several of my favorite fantasies play out. My mouth over her nipples, licking and sucking until she bucked beneath me… Thrusting into her heat, putting her legs over my shoulders so that I could… Inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal just before my tongue delved into her sweetness…

I shifted uncomfortably, my erection hard and unyielding in my pants. I had always been very careful to hide my very human reaction to Bella. Two things motivated me; one was the fact that Bella was as inexperienced as I was and I did not know if this would embarrass her. The other reason was that I sensed she would pounce on any indication of weakness on my part, and as much as I longed for that, my fears for her kept me from acting on that less than noble inclination.

I tried very hard to be worthy of her.

“Edward,” she said finally, still facing away from me, her back still ramrod stiff against my chest. “It’s all right. I understand. You won’t make love to me until I’m…like you.” She sniffed softly and I detected the rainy, salty scent of her tears in the air. I groaned, and the walls I had so carefully built came tumbling down with a sigh and a roar.

For the first time, I deliberately rocked my hips and let my erection press against her. “Do you feel that Bella?” My voice was husky and rough and I felt her tremble. “Do you feel how much I want you?”

I grabbed at her hip and pulled her back against me. Hard. Then I ground myself against the ass I had fantasized about for so long. “Bella, you have no idea,” I growled. “I think about filling you up every moment of the day, I dream about all the things I want to do to you while I watch you sleep. Do you know how many times I’ve undressed you in my mind?” I growled again and nipped lightly at her earlobe with my lips covering my teeth.

“Edward….” She hissed, trying to turn in my embrace. I held her in place, knowing that if I kissed her, the battle would be lost and this was too important. I would not risk her, not even for the paradise of burying myself in her – over and over again. I stiffened further and I nuzzled at her throat. Her scent slammed into me, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of her desire.

“I smell you, Bella,” I whispered. “I can smell it when I’ve turned you on, when you get wet for me.” I licked a cool trail up the side of her throat and then down the elegant line of her shoulder. “And I think about slipping my fingers down there to explore what I’ve only dreamed out. I fantasize about tasting you, licking the essence of you from my fingers before moving my mouth there to lick at you, to drive my tongue inside of you until you scream.”

Bella’s breath was coming hard and fast and her hips were rocking back against mine, moving in tiny circles to tease me. She didn’t realize her danger. We were both being swept away by the current, surrendering to the inevitable. I closed my hand over her hip, keeping her in place. She whimpered in frustration. Or maybe it was me.

I didn’t care. My erection throbbed with the need to be buried in her heat. I shuddered as I thought of how it might feel, to finally be inside of her. I felt her trembling and I moved my hand from her hip to the button of her jeans. I undid the button and I heard her heart stop for an instant and then flutter madly. I slipped my fingers inside her jeans, down past the line of her panties, through the dark curls I had imagined so many times and then finally...

She was hotter than I’d imagined and I groaned at the feel of her silken folds. She moved against me and I returned the favor. My fingers found the small nub I knew would excite her and I caressed it, gauging by her response what brought her the most pleasure. “That’s it, Bella,” I encouraged. “I want you to feel good.”

Bella cried out, thrusting against my touch and clutching at the comforter, trying to muffle the noises she made. “I want to hear you,” I told her.

“Edward…?” I could sense the tension building in her. In me. Our hips moved against each other, finding a rhythm that satisfied the ancient urge to mate. My own breathing was as ragged as hers.

“Come for me, Bella,” I commanded. She did.

I did.

White light exploded inside of me. Out of me. My cold and her heat. We trembled our way down from the high, panting, her heart beating wildly, mine as cold and silent as ever.

As I held her, savoring the scent of her satisfaction, the still silky feel of her flesh around my fingers, I came to a decision. A compromise.

It had worked for us in the past.

“Bella,” I said quietly. “I have a…proposition for you.”

With a sigh of regret, I let my fingers slide free of her as she started to twist around in my arms. I wanted to lick my fingers, but could not risk the distraction. “What kind of proposition?” Her voice was still shaky, but suspicious. I restrained the impulse to laugh at her disgruntled and yet completely sated expression.

“We can try to…make love,” I said and she gulped, her eyes going wide.

“Before I change?” Bella asked, making sure.

“Yes.” Then she threw her arms around my neck. “But you must accept –and agree - that it’s possible I’ll have to…stop, if it gets too – intense.” She had no idea. “And you have to trust me to make that decision.” But could I trust MYSELF?

“Oh thank you, Edward, thank you!”

“With one condition,” I added and the furrow was back between her brows.

“What condition?” Her voice was wary.

“Well, the one thing you desire most is…”

“You,” she said it boldly.

“Me,” I agreed. “And what I desire most is you.”

“You have me,” she replied, obviously confused.

“You want me completely, and I want the same of you.”

“If we make love, then you will,” Bella pointed out. I smiled then. She was missing the point. As much as I wanted her physically, I wanted her to be mine in every other way even more. Well, equally, I conceded as my body reminded me of my appetite for her.

“I mean, I want a commitment from you. THE commitment,” I clarified.

I decided she needed a hint, so I reached over and opened the drawer of the table by my bed. Carefully, I withdrew the small black box I had been keeping for her. Silently, I handed it to her. She sat up, her hair disheveled and her jeans still undone. I wanted to pin her to the bed, but instead I watched her open the box.

My mother’s ring rested inside, glinting brightly in the moonlight. Bella looked up at me. “You want me to marry you?” Her voice was somewhere between horrified and – I didn’t know what. I smiled ruefully. Bella had issues with matrimony. “Before we…?”

“Yes.”

She frowned at me then. “I have to marry you before you’ll make love to me?” Shock colored her words.

“That’s the deal,” I confirmed. “Compromise, remember?”

Bella looked down at the ring. “And if we do get…married,” she made a little face as she said the word and I was torn between laughter and exasperation. “We’ll make love.”

“Yes, at least, we’ll try. I don’t want to make a promise I might not be able to keep.”

A calculating expression on her face had me growing wary. “All right then,” she agreed more easily than I would have imagined. Which made me even more suspicious, an inclination that was proven accurate a moment later. “But until we actually get married, I want more of…” I could feel her blush firing up the air around us. “I want more of what we just did.”

Now it was my turn to be horrified. And thrilled.

And oh God, so hard! My cock bucked against my stomach. It was going to be a very long engagement, even if we got married tomorrow.

She smiled at me then, and even in the dark I knew she was guessing at my predicament. “All right then,” I conceded. Then I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her throat where her pulse thundered. “And Bella…” I murmured.

“Yes?”

“I promise you, you’ll be just as anxious to get married as I am by the time I’m through with you.” I made the words a vow.

She shivered, because she knew.

I'd always keep my promises. I would never let her down again.
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