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Prelude	By : belladonnacullen Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 5838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sadly, Twilight, Bella & Edward aren't mine! Also not mine: Quiet Night, Quiet Stars whose lyrics are below. P.S. Thanks to Linna, I don't speak or write Portuguese myself, and she was kind enough to correct the lyrics for me.
With vampire speed I had Bella seated at the dining room table, a delicate linen napkin over her lap. There was mid-century Brazilian jazz playing on the stereo system, a nod to our secret honeymoon destination. The fire was lit. It was a summer night, but I thought some additional warmth might be in order, eventually. A small package was wrapped in tissue paper off to the side of her place setting.
I bent down to place a white porcelain bowl of Campbell's alphabet soup in front of her. "Your first course, madam," I intoned with a wry smile on my face. Bella giggled. The lilting Portuguese lyrics momentarily surged over the speakers of the stereo system. I chuckled to myself. The music lent an ironic sophistication to the evening.
Bella ate hesitantly in front of me. I loved to watch her eat; her lips, her tongue, the small muscles bobbing in her throat as she swallowed. There was something so delicate and tentative about it, as if she wasn't sure sustenance were proper.
When she was done, I replaced her empty bowl with a grilled turkey and cheese sandwich. I sat across from her at the table and watched as she carefully bit into the food. "It's good," she assured me with a small smile.
I reached my hand across the table to touch hers and traced softy across the top of her hand, drawing pictures with my fingertip. I drew her eyes as I saw them for the first time in the cafeteria on her first day of school in Forks. I drew her silhouette as she hugged her knees and watched me that first afternoon we spent in the meadow. I drew her lips, slightly parted, as they would rest in sleep. Then I drew the contours of her breasts, their tips excited and hard. My mind spun back to this afternoon in the meadow and the sight of Bella's breasts, glistening in the rain.
I heard Bella sigh and my mind snapped back to the present. I felt conspicuous and a bit embarrassed that I couldn't simply touch her hand without straying to other thoughts. My brain had certainly been hijacked by something akin to hormones. I slowly lifted my eyes to hers. She smiled shyly as if caught in some illicit act as well. What I wouldn't give to know what was going on behind those chocolate brown eyes.
"Alice told me this was the last time we'd have together before the wedding," Bella began.
"Yes."
"It doesn't seem fare." She blinked quickly and a look of longing clouded her beautiful face.
"Bella, this isn't the end, it's the beginning, my love." The first tentative notes of a new song pierced the quiet night air. I had Bella in my arms in front of the fire, moving slowly to the music with her body pressed closely to mine. My heart was soaring as I held her delicately and moved in small circles to the gentle melody.
"Edward, I can't dance."
"You already are, meu amor," I smiled reassuringly. I watched the flames bring out the auburn highlights in her hair and savored the sweep of her waist as it met her hips. I put my lips to Bella's ear and very quietly sang along with the lyrics,
"Quero vida sempre assim Com voce perto de mim E eu que era trista Descente deste mundo Ao encontrar voce eu conheci O que e a felicidade, meu amor"
Bella sighed and rested her head against my chest. I buried my nose in her damp hair and inhaled her scent. It fanned flames deep within my body, and I pulled her closer. "Edward, that's beautiful. What does it mean?"
I touched my fingers to her chin and turned her head toward mine so that I could look into her eyes. They flickered brown and then red in the firelight. "I want life to always be like this, with you right by my side. And I who was sad, having lost faith in this world, I found you, and then I knew, what happiness is, my love." Bella's heart missed a few beats and then resumed its steady pace.
I slowly bent my head to Bella's, gazing through my lashes into her fiery eyes. My lips softly brush against hers, and I felt their warmth travel down my throat, joining the fire that was already burning from within. I pulled her body closer to mine again, and now there was no space between us. I felt her soft breasts press against my chest, while my growing erection strained against her taught belly. I took a deep breath and listened to the beating of Bella's heart, which was a little faster now, and the sound of her breathing. I let these signs of life remind me that she was human and that I needed to proceed with care.
Bella ran her hands through my hair and she pushed her lips more forcefully into mine, inhaling with each kiss. She pulled away from me just enough to whisper, "I wish I could drink your scent, or bathe in it, or-"
I didn't let her finish. My mouth was on hers and I lifted her off the ground so that her face was level with mine. The fire now raging inside my body was putting the flames in the hearth to shame. I counted the layers of fabric between my body and hers, there were too many. As if reading my mind, Bella began tugging at my T-shirt. I responded by pulling off my top, and laying her on her back in front of the fire. I wanted nothing more than to climb on top of her and tear off her robe, tear through the silk fabric beneath it. Instead, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
When I opened them I was looking into Bella's eyes, and they were still flashing from brown to red in the firelight. I saw my future written there, and my stomach fluttered. I needed to do this right.
"I want to be clear about this evening, to make it perfect for both of us. We should talk about boundaries. Tonight, you'd like... an ending."
Bella smiled seductively. "An orgasm. As long as we're being clear."
I pressed my lips together to suppress what I thought might come across as a lascivious smile. "An orgasm, yes. But you would like to wait until after we're married for intercourse."
"I'm not the only one." I felt dangerously close to being swayed in another direction at the moment, so I kept my thoughts to myself.
Bella was glowing in the soft light, and her skin was dewy with perspiration from the heat of the fire on this sweltering August night. I wanted to lick the moisture from her body, to taste her. Before I knew it, I was speaking.
"I have just one question for you then," I murmured. I brought my face very close to hers and I could feel my eyes burning. My face was alit with the force of her presence. Bella's heart sputtered and her breath hitched in her throat. "How many orgasms would you like to have tonight?"
Bella bit her bottom lip and her eyes flashed, but she didn't answer. When she released her bottom lip it glistened and looked slightly swollen. I traced its contour with my finger, enjoying the texture of her soft wet flesh. Bella parted her lips and lightly kissed my fingertip and then took my finger in her mouth, gently sucking. I no longer merely wanted Bella, now I needed her desperately. My erection was straining, and my head was swimming, and I couldn't turn away. I was transfixed, rooted to this spot, a deer caught in this delicious headlight. Bella licked my finger, flicking her tongue over and around it. Then she looked me in the eyes through her long brown lashes and very firmly bit me. It was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed, the most alluring bite I could ever imagine. I was blinded by desire, and I found myself braced on top of her, venom trickling into the back of my mouth.
No!
I was across the room and standing very still, shocked at my reaction. It had been weeks since I'd tasted venom in response to Bella's presence. I checked myself, but didn't feel any desire to brink her blood. It had been a reflex, but I was still thrown. I silently berated myself for risking Bella's life this way. I was a selfish and dangerous creature.
Bella stood up and moved silently towards me. She was walking carefully, without making any sudden moves, and it broke my heart. She stopped about two feet from me. "Edward, I'm so sorry. I don't want to hurt you, to torture you. We should stop. If you don't want-"
"Don't apologize." Her apology would be too much to handle. "I want this. I want this so much, you don't know." I'd ruined the night. It had been going so well. Now I was alone in a corner.
"I know it's different for you. You have a different want, or need. I get that."
"No, it's not that. My desire is very much that of a man for a woman. Bella, I don't just want you, I need you."
"You can have all the time you need, forever, we don't ever have to-"
"You've been too patient already." I looked down, scowling, and brought my hand up to hide my face. I still had the aftertaste of venom in my mouth and I could feel where it burnt my throat as I swallowed. I couldn't move. The room was silent except for the regular rhythm of Bella's heart, proving that against all odds, she was still alive.
I closed my eyes and took a breath before looking back at Bella. She boldly met my eyes, not afraid of the predator in front of her. I needed to trust myself like she trusted me, but right now I couldn't.
She reached her hand out, but didn't attempt to touch me. "Edward, my love. Please, whatever it was, I'm fine. Please." I didn't respond and she waited silently for three more seconds. Then she proceeded to sit down on the ground, folding her legs underneath her. "Let's just talk, OK? Come on. Let's sit. There's no reason to stand around all night."
I sat down, my face trained toward the ground.
"Tell me a story," Bella tried, "something I don't know about you. Maybe something from when you were young."
"Bella, I don't remember."
"No, I mean as a young vampire. Something silly."
My mind ranged through a number of stories and settled on one without much thought. "Well, when Emmett was a newborn we were living in the Upper Peninsula, and Emmett loved moose. There's plenty of blood and it makes for a good meal, but they don't put up much of a fight, at least not much of one to a newborn like Emmett. So we came up with a game where we would wait in the moose's drinking hole. When it would come to drink we'd spring up and pull it into the water. The excitement of the moose thrashing to stay afloat and fight us off, all the splashing... we'd fight each other off too..."
I stopped abruptly. I was talking without thinking again. How much more could I pervert this evening? I didn't bother to look at Bella. This was all wrong.
"That's more a story about Emmett. And you weren't really a newborn then." Bella seemed unfazed by the bloodbath involved in vampire games.
"I would have been eighteen. Your age, if you count vampire years as human."
"Well then, you were definitely not a newborn." If anything, she seemed a little defensive.
"Alright. When I was very young, before Esme even, I would often hang around concert halls. It was the best way to hear music. One night, I was milling around the ally during intermission and I saw the piano soloist walk outside to take a smoke and stretch his legs. Impulsively, I tied up his arms and legs, and stuffed his tie in his mouth. I went on and performed for the second half. At first everyone was alarmed, but by the end I received a standing ovation. I didn't stay for the applause to end. I just walked through the back door, untied the pianist and went back home to Carlisle."
I looked up at her, a trying to suppress a reluctant grin. "I was awful."
"Yes, you were terrible!" Bella smirked. "I like that. It makes it easier to deal with how perfect you are now." I snorted a little at this idea. Perfect. Right.
"Now you. Tell me a story I don't know."
"I don't have as much history to tell. You know absolutely everything."
"I find that unlikely."
"Hmm," her eyes darted as she stared at the wooden floor, as if the story of her life were written there and she was looking for the right chapter.
"Well, when I was eight I would go out the wash behind our house. I'd pick these desert weeds, some kind of succulent I think. They were thick and had joints, and had fluffy white hairs on top. To me, they looked like people. I would use them to act out whatever book I was reading."
I smiled picturing a young Bella with a cast of cacti in front of her, staging The Secret Garden or The Little Princess.
"And sometimes, they would just become a boy and a girl, Lionel and Ella. Ella would always have the worst ideas, and she'd make Lionel do some really dangerous stuff. He always got in trouble, got hurt, sometimes he died."
"And let me guess, Ella always came to the rescue."
"No, she never did."
"Why not?"
Bella took a few seconds to consider this. "I don't know. I guess he wasn't hers to save."
"I'm yours, you know. I was always yours. To have, to save."
Bella looked slightly confused. The crease between her eyes became more prominent. "Of course. And I'm yours."
"But not to save, never to save."
"You're always saving me."
"It's not the same." I looked at Bella, sitting just a foot from me, fearless, kind, understanding. "You're really going to marry me, aren't you?"
"Absolutely. And you're really going to make love to me, aren't you?"
"If there's any possibility, I will. I want it so much, Bella."
"So tell me what you wanted to do tonight. We don't have to do anything. Just tell me, like I told you."
"Well, I wanted to give you a gift."
Bella's shoulders fell and she looked a little dismayed. "Oh, that's easy."
It had certainly never been easy to give this girl a gift before. I was to the dining room and back in less than two seconds. I sat down and held the package out to her. Bella leaned forward to take it from me, intentionally brushing her fingertips across my hands as she did so. An electric current moved between us, like a circuit had been reestablished.
She carefully tore at the tissue paper and held the heavy leather-bound book in her hands. "It's beautiful."
"It's the first English translation of Arabian Nights, to remind you of this month we've spent together, the best nights of my life. However, I look forward to many more than one thousand and one."
"Have the ten nights we talked about at the campsite already been replaced? Just like that?"
"No, not all ten. But there are definitely a one or two substitutions in the top five." I began to number nights in my mind and looked across the floor at Bella. Her eyes gazed past me, unfocussed, and I knew that she was doing the same. I wanted to take her in my arms, but held back.
It only took a moment for her to smile and blush. The smile widened as she looked back to me. "OK, no more games Mr. Cullen. That was very clever, but tell me, really. Tell me one thing you wanted me to do for you this evening."
"I wanted to see what you're wearing under my bathrobe."
And without a word Bella stood up and untied the robe. She slipped it off of her shoulders, and let it fall to the ground in front of me. I drew in a breath and held it before slowly lifting my eyes from the floor. Her legs were long and shapely, and her thighs were hardly hidden by the skimpy fabric. The soft blue silk hung on her hips, accentuating her small waist. The fabric flowed gracefully from the tip of each of her nipples and the creamy pale skin of her chest emitted rosy glow in the firelight. She was beyond beautiful and she was going to be my wife.
"Bella, you are stunning."
"Is this all you want, then?"
"No, not even close," I admitted as I stood to my feet in front of her.
"What else?"
Images assaulted me involuntarily. Bella naked on top of me, Bella, on my bed, wrapping her limbs around me, Bella in the meadow as I entered her, Bella walking down the aisle glowing in a wedding dress. I closed my eyes tightly and willed myself back to the present.
I shook my head. "Not until after the wedding."
"Isn't there something, anything, else you want before then? Just words, we don't have to do anything."
I swallowed out of habit. But there was nothing in my mouth to swallow, no saliva since I was human, and no venom now either. "Edward?"
"You could touch me." It was almost a whisper and I wasn't sure if Bella heard.
But she took a tiny step in my direction, then another, and slowly reached her hand to touch my elbow. Bella tilted her head to the side, still looking into my eyes and then I saw a flicker of recognition. Her eyes darted downward and then back to my face so quickly, another human might not have caught it. She blushed, but smiled boldly.
"Oh. I want that too." The redness of her cheeks bled to her ears. "I mean, I want to touch you too, you know, I have wanted that." Finally shy, she looked down, biting her bottom lip and holding her hands behind her back. The effect was breathtaking. With her hands behind her back her breasts jutted out and the silk chemise shimmered in the firelight.
"But, you would have to show me. I've never-"
I gathered Bella into my arms and ran my hand over her lower back, marveling at the sensation of silk against skin. She brought her lips to mine and whispered, "You're not going to hurt me." Her kiss was firm and she ran her hands up and down my back before bringing them to rest on my backside.
I followed her lead and let my hands trail from her back, to her hip, and then over her beautiful ass. I rubbed the fabric back and forth, teasing my senses before I let the silk slip over my hand. I grabbed her bare bottom and gently squeezed. Bella whimpered, her lips still on mine.
We were on the couch in front of the dying fire. Bella smiled as the quick movement registered in her mind. She was on her back, and I was holding myself over her. Our lips were still touching.
I closed my eyes, took a breath, and listened to the steady pace of Bella's heart. I would use its sound to keep me focused; I had to be for her. And here with me on top of her, Bella's heart was beating regularly. Even now. Another sign that she trusted me more with each day. I would earn that trust. I took another breath.
"Bella, be still." I kissed her lips softly. My hands trailed from her face, down over her breasts. Her heart quickened and she arched her back just slightly at my touch.
"And no biting," I whispered with my lips still touching hers. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. I reciprocated and my body ached as her intoxicating scent wafted through the air. It steadied me and kept me alert, filled me with desire to have her and to protect her.
I placed my lips back on hers; so soft and swollen with the kisses we had exchanged all day and all night. Pink, soft, and wet. My hand trailed over her abdomen and felt the quiver of her pulse there, then over her hip and along her thigh. I felt her body shudder, but knew instinctively that it wasn't from the cold. A month ago I would have wrapped her in a blanket and moved away.
I loved how this warm journey across Bella's body. It sent sparks flying from my fingertips. I found the edge of her negligee and my hand moved across her bare leg.
"Edward."
She couldn't know what it did to me to hear her say my name like that. It had been breathed more than spoken. It was a whisper of encouragement and pleading. My hand glided up between her legs.
"Is this what you want?" It came out more coolly than I had planned.
"Please. Touch me."
And with that my fingers were there. The soft subtle folds of her skin radiated warmth and the perfume of her desire had me biting my bottom lip to remain composed. I stroked each curve, each fold. Bella's breathing accelerated, I felt the muscles in her legs tense, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I ran my fingers over her again and Bella shuddered. And like a pearl, I found what I was looking for. I pressed and rubbed there, rolling her firm nub gently between my fingers. Little moans and whimpers escaped from Bella's parted lips and she began to pant. I felt heat radiate out from her at this point, and she became moist with my touch. I ached with desire and rubbed myself against the edge of the couch. I wanted it to be Bella; I wanted to bury myself in it, in her.
"Edward."
I was electrified every time my name passed through her lips. I tugged a little harder, and rubbed her damp center. With my other hand I gently grasped her thigh, to pull her legs apart. She trembled and arched her hips toward me.
"Bella," I whispered, "Bella."
"Edward."
Be careful. Be gentle. Remember she is human. Remember not to hurt her. I repeated these words, changing the order so I had to think about them with each repetition. Her face was flushed. Don't hurt her. Her hand wound its way through my hair. Be careful. I laid my head on her abdomen and felt her pulse thumping in my ear. Be gentle. I slid my fingers deep within the moist folds of Bella's flesh. Her body quivered and she sighed. Don't hurt her. Her breathing came faster and faster, her fingers tried to dig into my scalp.
I watched goose bumps rise on her skin as my cold breath swept over her. And then her whimpers and moans came quicker and louder. "Edward." She was begging. I gently curled my fingers inside of her, searching. "Edward!" I pushed my erection into the couch, directed my force on the inanimate object. Bella shuddered underneath me, moaned and tugged at my chest. I moved my face back to hers and crushed her lips with a kiss, smothering her soft cries of pleasure. I could feel her muscles pulse around my fingers. Eventually she ducked her head into the crook of my neck, sighing.
I laid back on the couch, and pulled her towards me, softly kissing her neck, her cheek, her ear. Bella sighed again.
"Are you OK? Did I hurt you?"
"Was it too much?"
We questioned each other in unison, and then answered at the same time as well.
"I'm wonderful."
"That was exquisite."
I stroked Bella's cheek. "You first. How was it?"
"Do you even have to ask? It was fabulous. It was mind-altering. It was sensational." Bella threw her arms around me and pulled herself on top of my chest. Her hip brushed against my rock solid erection. "Oh." She rocked back and forth playfully. I felt myself throb at the touch.
"Bella."
"Shh." She put a finger to my lips and I licked it." Bella chuckled.
Her hot little hand swept over my chest and trailed down to the waistband of my pants. I held my breath. Her hand lingered there, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation, but then had to open them again, not wanting to miss a second. She untied the drawstrings and I felt her fingers hesitantly reach for my hip. After that landmark was established, she swept her hand toward my midline. She touched me and I hissed.
"Oh."
I could feel that touch in my toes; I felt it in my chest. I grabbed the cushions of the couch. Very gently, like a hot feather, Bella's fingertips ran the length of my penis, from tip to base and back. "Oh, you get wet too." Her fingers twirled in pre-cum, and then swept down toward the base. "You're so cold, I mean especially here. Where I'm the warmest, you're the coldest. This is going to be intense."
Then her fingers circled me and very gently squeezed. I clawed the couch.
"Is that?"
"Amazing," I gasped.
And from there, Bella's hand carried me off, beyond words, to a place filled with sensation, light and love. My love.
We both lay spent on the couch in front of the dying fire. I ran my hand over Bella's cheek and felt goose bumps tremble to life at my touch. I retrieved the bathrobe and tucked it around her. It was very dark in the house. "I love you Bella."
"I love you too, Edward." Her brown eyes flickered in the dark. "Now would you please take me to bed already?"
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