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My Shiny Freak	By : Prettyflour Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 3183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To the love shack we went, frantic and giddy with excitement for more alone time- and I needed it! One afternoon at the house had left me feeling completely worn out. Tearing a group of unruly vampires apart will do that I suppose...
Of course, I wasn't really tired. My body knows no fatigue. But mentally... Gah! I needed an Edward escape; just him, alone, miles from civilization.
We ended up on the floor in front of the fireplace, him leaning toward me, soft music flowing in the background, as we took turns touching each other. Fingertips running over bare skin that started when his middle finger slid across my bottom lip. I traced the shell of his ear, he kissed my temple and I caressed his jaw. It was quiet moments of intimate touching, innocent but meaningful; playful, a little silly and totally relaxing.
"You're so quiet." He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "You ok?"
I sighed. "I feel tired, sort of. All that shredding was exhausting."
He chuckled, his fingers sweeping across my collar bone. "I still can't believe you ripped them apart."
"It was..." I paused, not wanting to admit that I couldn't control my own actions. "They threatened you and that whore touched you. You did notice she was the first to go, didn't you?"
He laughed at me. "I did. Thank you, she was vile." He kissed my shoulder, his fingers wandering aimlessly down my arm.
After kissing my lips, he pulled back. "You didn't manipulate them. You could have made them do whatever you wanted."
My brow furrowed. "Aro said he would tear you apart if I did. I wasn't sure if I could manipulate them all at the same time and..." I grunted. Bastard. He was going to make me say it.
"Bella? What is it?"
"I couldn't control myself ok? I went on a newborn rampage that under different circumstances could have gotten us all killed. There. Happy now?" I laid back and crossed my arms over my chest.
He rolled to his side. "I don't think your reaction had anything to do with you being newly turned."
I narrowed my eyes at him, willing him to tell me the truth. "Then why?"
He smiled wryly and pursed his lips. "We are mated, bonded together for all time, and mates don't react well to their other half being threatened. Ever."
"Oh," I said quietly. "I didn't realize. I thought I just threw a temper tantrum of epic proportions, worse than Carlisle. And you were freaking out, don't deny it. I could feel it."
He ran his finger down the outside of my thigh, "Yeah, I was an absolutely pussy back there but who knew that Aro was so hated by his own guard? Their thoughts often proved their annoyance but this?" He paused to shake his head. "I was petrified by what Aro was thinking and I hesitated to act. I'm sorry."
His head dropped to my shoulder and I ran my hand through his hair
I rolled my eyes. "This from the man who took my virginity in the cab of an old, dirty truck and I didn't see you hesitating then."
He laughed and I squeezed my arms around him. "Well... That's because I was totally powerless to you, even as a scrawny little human."
I shook my head. "Oh, really? Was it my awesome smelling blood or my tremendous conversational skills that made you so powerless? Hmmmmm?"
He snickered. "Both, always both."
~O~
For three days, we isolated ourselves to the cottage. I had Edward all to myself without any whining from the rest of the family about keeping our sexcapades quiet. I successfully avoided the twinkie, err... the delivery man that Alice warned me about. I did however send her a tweet requesting she bring over that lingerie she'd ordered.
The little druggie refused me. Apparently she was too busy rubbing herself on Jasper to be bothered. I texted Carlisle and asked him to do my bidding; but alas, not only had Esme just returned home, but it seems that Jasper's little experiment had run amok. He was broadcasting his emotions at vampire speed and strength, spreading his euphoric magic dust over anyone or anything in a three mile radius. Even Marcus had seemingly attacked aforementioned delivery man, not in that way, but in a very Brokeback Mountain sort of way. I should have seen that coming, with his obsession for the Jonas Brothers and all, but I digress.
"I'll go." Edward was headed toward the door, but I stopped him.
"You are so not going anywhere near that house. Not unless I'm with you."
"Fine then. Come on." He grabbed my hand, dragging me as I didn't expect him to be in such a hurry.
"What's the rush?" I asked, but then took a good look at him. He was smiling and oh... he was aroused. "You're this excited over lingerie?" Then it dawned on me. "You want to try it, don't you?"
Looking a tad sheepish, he shrugged and then smiled. "I want to try it with you."
He stepped closer and smirked. "I know you want privacy. We'll just run close enough to get a taste. We don't have to go to the house." He was bouncing up and down and motioning toward the door. "Please!"
I sighed. The things I do for this man.
I had no pressing urge to experience Jemo's latest concoction, but Edward was very anxious to try it out. Vampires... They just can't say no to drugs.
We ran until we felt a rush of... I don't even know how to describe it. I felt so relaxed that running seemed like too much work. Lazy but giddy, my limbs heavy but not really... It was so weird but I liked it. I found myself rolling my shoulders back, groaning while I stretched my muscles and got distracted by pollen. So pretty!
Edward linked his pinky finger with mine and I stopped walking to stare down at our hands together. I slowly looked up at him, his grin matching mine. I giggled. He did too. We walked with pinky in pinky aimlessly.
"Edward?"
"Hmm?"
"You're bound and obligated to babysit me for the next five years?"
He flinched, recovering with a quick kiss to the scar on my neck. "A technicality," he whispered kissing from my neck to my lips. "I would be with you rule or no rule. It's irrelevant."
His lips on my skin felt so good, a tingling path lingered where he ran his tongue over my collar bone.
I groaned, taking his head in my hands. "True. Any other vampire rules or hierarchies I should know about? More batty relatives lurking in the shadows or powerful Sparklepire societies coming to steal our drug supply?"
All out cackling ensued, Edward was cracking up so hard he doubled over; howling at the thought of the all mighty Volturi seeking to procure Jasper for the sole purpose of getting high.
Edward took my hand in his and stroked the pad of my thumb. "I think we've covered all the important things." His fingertips stroked the inside of my arm. "Please know I wasn't deliberately keeping secrets from you. I just... You're distracting." He grinned and brought his hand over my breast, rubbing circles around my nipple.
I rolled my eyes. "Perv."
"Tease."
I batted his hand away and rubbed his inner thigh. "You love it when I tease you."
"I do." He put his hand over mine, guiding it over his erection.
"You started it." I moved my hand right above his knee, to the first place I ever touched him. "You touched my hand in Biology." His fingers brushed over mine. "You saved my life too. The Mystery Machine should have crushed me."
He ran his finger over my hip and took a very deep breath. "I knew what I was doing that day you crashed your truck."
His entire body went stiff as he waited for me to respond. I smiled, knowing he was nervously awaiting my reaction. His words didn't surprise me; I distinctly remembered thinking that he was going to fuck me, then kill me, and I'd had a hunch that he had been stalking me, and knowing what I know now about how good human blood smells, and especially since I was his singer... I tried to imagine what it had to be like for him to even be in the same room with me... I shivered. I felt like I should have been thanking him for not killing me upon first scent.
"You knew did you?" My hand groped. He groaned and closed his eyes. Nodding, he threw his head back.
"Alice?" I asked.
"She kept having visions of me killing you. No matter what I decided it always ended up the same way. You... dead by my hand."
Looking down at me, he took my hands in his, "Never had I felt what I felt for you. I couldn't let anyone take that away from me, not even myself. Your blood... God..." He looked up, his expression pained. "It called to me, it truly sang to me. I was not strong enough to resist it, but I couldn't lose you."
I didn't like the sudden tension coming from him. I curled my body up against his, trying to reassure him that I was OK with it. "Edward..."
He took hold of both my wrists, twisting them behind me and pulling gently, making me arch my back. "I had to have you." He ran his nose between my breasts. "You were adorable; not showing an ounce of fear of the big bad vampire, such a feisty little thing." He chuckled; it was low and dark, dangerous even. "Told me I didn't have to control myself, invited me in. It made me want you even more."
We stared at each other, his expression a bit too serious. "I wanted you not just as a meal or a lover, but forever."
"I know," I whispered, staring up at him and biting my lip. "Don't beat yourself up over it. I... I'm happy that you chose changing me over killing me. Really..."
I was desperate to lighten the mood, so I winked at him.
He smiled at me, one of those crooked smiles that made me melt, and I could feel the exuberant hope radiating from him.
I kissed his nose, and then dragged him forward. With each step, my inhibitions slipping further and further away. I finally turned, lust leaking out every pore, and wrapped my arms around him, groping, fondling, taking; compelled to reassure and comfort him, to make him feel good in every way possible. I whispered, "I was your singer. I was made for you. You are the strong one. You stood next to me, teased me, annoyed me and you drank my blood without draining me." I paused to kiss him. "So strong," Kiss kiss kiss. "So good to me."
In a flash I was on my back in the dirt with him hovering over me, his eyes dilated from lust or Jasper's influence, I couldn't tell which. I didn't care. I moved my hand over Edward's chest, staring into his eyes, wanting to make him see that he was in fact strong and good and mine.
Growling, he moved his hips against mine. "Oh, Bella... I love you. So much. So. Much."
It was intense, our bodies charged, energy surging between us. He slowed his movements and looked down at my hand on his chest as he slid his fingers over mine. I watched his eyes take me in piece by piece, studying, memorizing, appreciating, making me feel so loved.
We touched and worshipped each other until the sun went down. We talked and laughed and I let him into my mind. It was funny to me... The urges I had to let him read me. Most often it was a freaking blessing that I'm the only one who could have privacy around him, and other times I was compelled to let him see me for all that I was- every thought, no holding back, just me... just my crazy-ass musings, my immature inner monologue. I did it to comfort him, to feed my own insecurities, and to make sure he still loved me after he heard the mind of his newborn lover. Some very crazy things ran through my mind, silly ruminations, smack talking obscenity-filled rants, and indulgent fantasies. God, I loved showing him my fantasies and then watching as he made them come true.
But I couldn't help but wonder...
What the hell did he think of me? Of the things that ran through my mind? I wish I knew, I wish I knew what he was thinking as he stared at me.
And then I heard his voice and I watched as his lips never moved.
So good. Everything about her is so good. So right. Beautiful. Made for me, just for me. Sexy and she loves me. She fucking loves me so much I can feel it in my bones, in my hands shaking as they touch her. Please God, let her love me forever. I've waited so long. I need her so much. Need her, want her like I've wanted no one else, ever. She makes me feel alive, makes me feel everything. Emotions so raw and primal yet innocent and all consuming. Fuck! So much love. There is so much love in her. So much acceptance. She knew... She knew my true nature and she loved me still.
I gasped, my eyes wide. I could hear him, his thoughts. I could see myself through his eyes. I pulled him to me, held him so tight. "Oh god, Edward..."
I leaned my head into his chest and smelled him up and down, kissing, soft and needy.
Her lips, warm and soft and on me. So good. I want her lips everywhere, my lips all over her. I want to do everything all at once. Take her. Give to her. I want to give her everything.
"You do." I whispered, looking up at him. He smiled and then shook his head.
"Did you just?..." He had figured that out rather quickly.
I nodded shyly, pulling back my arms but he held me even closer.
"When did you learn that little trick?" he asked, smirking.
"Just now." I ran a finger down his jaw. "I was wishing I knew what goes through your mind when you stare at me."
He laughed. "And now you know."
"I love you." I stared into his eyes, his mind a pool of words describing me, telling me he loved me, memories of me; human Bella smelling so sweet, vampire Bella snarky and bad ass and all his, made just for him and totally worth the wait.
Oh yes, he made me feel loved.
Whether it was Jasper's ecstasy or our never ending stamina, we rolled around on the ground for most of the day, not a care in the world besides each other. We made declarations of love and devotion. He read my mind, I read his, and it was fucking intimate and glorious, I was an Edward addict just as much as he was a Bella junkie.
Reading his mind was indescribable. I found myself enamored and intrigued with his thoughts. He wanted me, needed me, felt proud of me and was possessive all at the same time.
Mine, mine, mine. Those words raged inside him stronger and louder than any other, his tone dark and scary, and it made me want to submit myself as an offering. I wanted to wipe out those tiny flashes of insecurity that plagued him. I turned my body on all fours, my head down and legs spread wide, peeking over my shoulder and not making a sound but silently begging him to take me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, picturing him towering over me, thrusting hard, claiming and biting me.
He moved over me like I had pictured, his head next to mine, his erection teasing my backside. I groaned and shifted back, wanting friction, wanting more.
"Tell me," he whispered, his hands running softly over my breasts. I groaned again, wanton and impatient.
My head titled back, he kissed my temple, his hips grinding up against me.
"I'm yours," I whispered. "Take me."
I pushed back again, desperate for him, picturing him fucking my ass, curious as to what it would feel like. We had never done that before... His fingers had explored me there and I was surprised at how much I liked it, at how much I wanted to feel all of him inside me like that.
"Please! Please! Please! Please! Pleasepleaseplease." I whispered rocking backwards, his cock sliding over it, wet from rubbing himself on me. He used one hand to stroke my clit and the other to penetrate me with a single finger. It wasn't enough.
"Please, more!" I couldn't believe my own voice; all needy and begging.
"Slow down, Bella, this has to be slow." His mind was racing, and in the forefront he was recalling a conversation with Carlisle about anal sex. Ew. Never fast, always slow. Start with a finger, then two, lots of lubrication, preparation. He leaned forward pressing himself against me. Let me make it good. Let me love you. Let me savor it, draw it out, make you scream. He wanted it too, wanted to feel me so tight, but he couldn't bear the thought of hurting me. "Tell me if it hurts, if it's too much."
I only writhed harder when he used a second finger. I tried not to beg but I couldn't help the little whimpers that escaped my mouth.
Yes, Edward yes. Feels good, so good. Keep going.
His fingers were magic, sliding in and out and opening inside me, stretching me. I begged again, unabashedly letting him know that it was good, that I could take more, that I wanted it, so bad. I whimpered again as his fingers left me, the head of his cock swirling around my opening. I tensed in anticipation.
He grunted and stopped, his fingers toying with my clit again, circling and pinching until I relaxed.
He slipped just the head inside and stilled, waiting for me to react. I gasped but not out of pain, it didn't hurt, it was... good but different. It was a delicious sensation I couldn't describe in words. I could feel Edward's trepidation, he didn't know if he should keep going.
I brought my hands between my legs and touched myself, hissing and giving the tiniest shift back, making him ease deeper into me. I growled, loud, uncontrollably and out of sheer pleasure and desperation.
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes! More!
Deepening fractionally, he was going so slowly, getting me used to it. "Feel good?" His teeth were clenched, concentrating so hard on easing me into it.
"Yes! Yes! Let go baby, let me feel all of you, oh please!" God, I sounded like a little slut, but I didn't care. I could be a slut for him, only ever for him. He made me feel sexy, wanted, and by god I wanted him so badly right now. My Edward, my man, my mate, my forever.
He pushed into me then, sliding slippery all the way in. I cried out and urged him for more. He was being so gentle, so caring, and I let him do it his way until I couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck me, damn it!"
He hissed, leaning down and grabbing me by the hair. He pulled my head back and thrust hard. "More?" Thrust! "Harder?" Thrust!
"Yes harder, please, please, please, please." I groaned as he slammed into me.
"Is that hard enough for my little slut? Huh? Is this hard enough for you?"
I panted and squirmed beneath him, "No, harder. Stop holding back."
He took my hands and pinned them behind my back, pushing my head and upper body to the ground and pushing into me harder like I wanted. He cursed, and thrust, and made me feel like I was going to explode.
As soon as I had that thought, he slowed down.
"You bastard! No, don't stop." I rocked back toward him and he snickered.
"Shut up and let me tease you. You know you like it." He started slow and I struggled against him. I really struggled, my newborn strength no longer enough to overpower him, so I begged, again. After a few minutes, he obliged me and took me hard. We were reading each other's minds, both of us paying close attention to his cock as it slid in and out of my ass. I could see it through his eyes, and it looked so hot, I wanted to come at the very sight. Just when I was at the verge of coming, Edward bit me.
Holy-mother-fucking-super-intense-orgasm. I shook and writhed, unable to speak or form a coherent thought. I felt Edward come inside me, his lips at the junction of my neck and shoulder, his teeth under my skin, his lithe tongue pulsating, he was drinking me.
Nothing before could compare to this intensity, the rush, the intimacy. Wow...
He pulled back, fingering my skin that now bore the new mark of his teeth. His eyes danced back and forth between my eyes and the bite before he took himself in his hand and started pumping. I watched as the glands in his throat moved, producing venom before he leaned down and drooled on me. His venom stung on my wound, I winced out of surprise.
Edward's head snapped up, concern taking over his features. "I'm s-"
I covered his mouth. "No, no apologies. The sting was just unexpected." I slid my hand down and touched his scar, remembering biting him. "You drank me?"
"Yes," he whispered.
I slipped my hand down between us and took over stroking him. "I liked it." I whispered back. "Now finish licking me." With that I rolled my head back letting Edward slobber all over and heal me, leaving a tiny scar that was barely noticeable even to the vampire eye.
~O~
I was content to never leave the love shack, except to hunt. Unending Edward time was bliss.
Until we were officially summoned to the house; Rosalie was standing in front of me looking rather annoyed, her usual uber-bitch flag flying. She was concerned about Alice and Jasper; they may have stopped wreaking intoxicated havoc on the masses, but they had been locked in their room for weeks now. Why? Because they were still high. Rose claimed an intervention was in order, meaning she wanted me to make them stop.
"She hasn't gone shopping in a weeks, not even online." Rosalie explained, busting out credit card statements and pie charts. "Last month." The statement was forty eight pages long pages long. "This month." One page.
I shrugged. "There is some activity. She must be buying something."
"Didn't you look at my Powerpoint? Clothes shopping is down 92 percent. She only comes out of her room to hunt and she plays that horrid techno music all the time." Rose waved her hand around in frustration. "I need those shoes from Alex McQueen's new line and only Alice can make that happen. Her procrastination is simply unacceptable. Oh, and last time she came out she was wearing sweat pants and Converse." I snorted at the pure look of concern on her face.
"And? Pfft. I wear Converse all the time." I didn't even own sweat pants, but still. I vowed to tease Alice relentlessly over the simple fact that she even owned a pair of sweat pants. "Did you get a picture of her in the sweat pants? Pure blackmail material right there."
She scoffed. "Oh please. Alice doesn't stoop that low. She has stupendous fashion standards, and of course I took a picture."
I gaped at her and compelled her to wear Converse every day for the following week. That would teach her to bust on my shoe of choice. Then I had her show me the picture. We giggled. Yes, Rosalie and I were bonding over Alice's current wardrobe; will wonders never cease.
I sighed and admitted that Alice was going overboard. The non-stop getting high shit was not healthy for humans or vampires either. An intervention was in order and not just for her, but Jasper too.
We went to the house, and I zipped up to their bedroom and knocked on the door.
"I'm sorry, Alice is not available right now. She's vacationing on Planet Jasper. Please leave a message after the tone. BEEP!"
I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Message to Alice. I'm coming in to talk. You have ten seconds to put some clothes on, starting now."
The door opened two seconds later to a robe clad Alice, pied eyed and silly. She shook her finger at me. "I saw this coming."
"Oh? How did it turn out?" I arched an eyebrow and decided that I would use my powers of manipulation to make her come back to earth for a while, and I would probably smack Jasper around for letting this situation tumble wildly out of control.
She sighed and mumbled, "Cockblocker."
~O~
True addiction has plagued my faux siblings.
Alice and Jasper were idiots, plain and simple. Ridiculous sparkly druggiepires. I could only do so much manipulating... Every time I wasn't paying attention those two were sneaking off and getting themselves high. Jasper's little business venture was failing miserably because he was too stoned to care about his appointments. Alice lounged around wearing comfortable, ugly clothing and begging her emo husband for more.
Carlisle called a secret family meeting and we met in the bat cave to converse. He pulled out his trusty cigarettes and proceeded to smoke and pace. "Something must be done. This has gotten way out of hand."
Esme sighed, "Sadly, you're correct, my dear. Those two need to be taken down a notch."
"Bella, what's up? I thought you could make them stop." Emmett leaned forward in his chair, smirking at me.
"Hey now, I have been making them stop. I guess my manip's are only short term." I shrugged. "I just can't keep it up full time. Just last week Jasper thwarted my attempts by blasting me with some kind of new concoction that the little shit came up with that is just... It calmed me, beguiled me into sheer distraction, and then they took off." I put my hands up. "Sorry, I can't manipulate from any real distance -you have to be pretty close to feel my wrath."
"They must be stopped," Carlisle mused. "This calls for a plan." He looked really focused. I was jealous; all I could think of was Edward naked in the love shack. I sighed and tried to regroup.
"They're coming." Edward added quickly. "Do we have a plan?" He eyed Carlisle in particular.
"Yes," Carlisle muttered. "Leave them to me."
Edward snorted. It was not a good sign.
He took my hand and led me to his old room, where he checked emails and did some online stock trading. I listened intently as Alice and Jemo emerged through the front door. Carlisle did not approach until moments before they made an attempt at going into their room.
His offer was sound and Alice fell for it, hook, line and sinker.
He promised that for every day sober she could dress him however she saw fit, and after six months time, if he felt she was fully rehabilitated, he would relinquish one of his beloved, decrepit concert tee's to Alice. She jumped at the chance and started counting down the days until she got her hands on one of those tee-shirts. She vowed to destroy it in a gruesome fashion.
We stayed at the house for while, showering and gathering some things to take back to the cottage. When we made our exit, Rose and Emmett had started getting loud. I was almost out the door when Rose shouted, "OH Wally!" but I digress.
Fuck that. I refuse to digress. Emmett will never hear the end of this. Outshined by a vibrator? Oh, Emma... Prepare to be teased mercilessly.
~O~
We were hunting again, for the second time that day, and I had just finished draining a deer. Only this time, it was just me feeding, although Edward's hands never left my body, his fingers still digging into my hips as I pulled away.
I attempted to wipe blood off my chin, but let Edward's tongue do it for me. "None for you?"
"No, I'm not thirsty," he replied pulling his jeans up.
I followed suit, redressing and pulling my hair back. "How often do you really need to hunt?"
"Once a week, sometimes every other week, depending on what I eat."
As the days went on, we had to start traveling farther and farther away to hunt. Carlisle complained that my appetite was desecrating the local wild life population and he suggested that I go on a diet. I rendered him unable to wink for six hours after that comment.
To my utter dismay, I could not deny that he had a point. My over-active newbie thirst was rampant. Going a day without some blood turned me into a raging alcoholic with no beer in sight.
My new goal was to hunt every three days, but this brought out a rather pissy side of me. I put Carlisle's temper tantrums to shame, accidentally manipulating just about everyone.
Then Carlisle announced we were no longer allowed to use Blackberries. He'd had us all gather in the bat cave while he acted like Santa Claus, and was consequently dressed like him thanks to Alice. He was handing out iPhones to everyone.
I scowled at him. "I like my Crackberry. I want to keep it."
He marched over to me, making his best attempt to look threatening while wearing a fake white bread and Santa suit. "You will have an iPhone and you will like it!"
To everyone's amusement, I narrowed my eyes and said, "Screw your iPhone."
So he tried to...
We all watched in fascination as he rubbed the phone over his crotch, before stuffing it down his pants. I stopped him before he went any further and left the room iPhone free. There was no way I was using that thing after it had come in contact with Carlisle's man parts. Gross!
After a two day dry spell, Edward suggested we just hunt ahead of schedule and I became enraged, looking him in the eye and telling him to fuck off. He promptly dropped his pants, whipped out his dick and jerked off. Oops. Not that I minded all that much, it was actually was quite a turn on, and a learning experience for me; I just sat there, gobsmacked, and watched him pleasure himself; taking notice of the way he was moving his hand and the subtle rubbing of his thumb over the head.
Later that day, I gave him what he called the best hand job ever. Thank you perfect vampy recall! I decided I liked watching him do that and suggested he watch me get myself off- for learning purposes of course.
Edward most certainly kept his reputation for being a good student. "Now now, Miss Swan, you're not finished. Get back to work or you'll have to stay after class."
I snorted. "You're supposed to be the student, not the teacher."
He smiled devilishly. "I want extra credit," he said, pulling my hand between my legs.
~O~
Cabin Fever. Boredom. Oh the boredom. I want out of the love shack, out of the house, off this property. Just yesterday everyone except for Edward and I went out to see a movie. I was fucking jealous. Stupid bloodlust!
"This will pass." His voice was low, almost a whisper. "I know it's hard and I won't sugar coat it, getting you acclimated to being around humans is going to be tricky. We're going to need to be extra cautious because of your gift."
Stupid erratic super power! "I know, god forbid I wish I could eat them and manipulate them right into my mouth!"
"We're just going to have to start slow." He rubbed my shoulders and kissed my temple.
"I want to train. I want to start. I want to do something!"
He stopped rubbing. "It's still very early, Bella. I'm not sure..."
I turned and grabbed his shirt. "Please! There has to be something I can do to... prepare myself? Please Edward."
He nodded, "Yes, there are a few things we can try."
~O~
Carlisle held in his hands a bad of grade-A super-yummy human blood. He tossed it carelessly from hand to hand like it was a play thing, and I was drooling at the sight of it.
The flimsy plastic barely contained the scent. Devil Bella was chanting, "Feed me. Feed me!"
It had been twelve seconds and I was maintaining, barely. Edward was behind me, annoying me by coming closer, prepared to restrain me if need be. Carlisle held the bag up to his nose and took a whiff, exhaling an unnecessarily big breath and smirking at me.
"Smells good, doesn't it?" He flicked the bag and it sailed over my head into Edward's hands. I started shaking a little, my left eye twitching uncontrollably. I idly wondered if this was where all the winking came from.
The bag was suddenly tossed back to Carlisle who sighed and shook his head. "Is this bothering you? It's not even warm." The bastard snorted and I stepped towards him feeling an immense need to smack him for teasing me, or perhaps rip off a limb or two.
He shrugged and then threw the bag back to Edward.
I huffed. "Keep away? Is that really necessary?"
Edward tossed the bag back to Carlisle who dangled it in front of me. I muttered through gritted teeth, "Stop fucking around or I will drink the blood over your shattered corpses."
"Let's take a break." Edward said, and I turned to glare at him.
"Already? It hasn't even been one minute." Carlisle shook the bag and then winked at me, three times in quick succession. "Weak."
I took in a breath, the scent stirring up an inferno in my throat and making me cranky as hell. The bag once again got thrown towards Edward, but this time I reached up and grabbed it.
I jumped up in triumphant glee, caressing the bag, cradling it to my chest, lovingly rocking it like it was the most precious thing in the world. Devil Bella was whooping victoriously and dancing a jig. I looked down at my awesome smelling treat and smiled wide. Mine! All mine!
That is, until Edward plucked it from my bosom and zipped out of the room. Bastard! I briefly contemplated chasing him.
My arms were now empty, my lips quivering at the loss.
Carlisle nodded his head. "Not bad. I thought for sure you wouldn't last more than ten seconds."
I grunted. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, asshole."
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