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Just a Tasteful Little Affair	By : LadyExcalibur Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 11345 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 5: Playing House

It had been three weeks since he and Bella had come to their “arrangement.” Three weeks in which the man and the monster had both been kept contented, if not sated. At school, they remained distant. This precaution was at Bella’s insistence. Edward sensed that her insane desire to keep him safe, as well as the more understandable wish to remain out of the high school gossip mill, had prompted her to do so.

Edward found it silly to ignore Bella, harder still to keep from touching her. He had stopped his hand from brushing along her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear, or simply placing a protective and guiding hand at the small of her back countless times. He had seen her do the same, halt her hand from reaching across the lab table to cover his, or kept herself from leaning into him as they walked. It made him feel better, knowing he was not the only one who felt this ache for completion.

Now, for the first time, they would spend the night at his house. Angela had proven amenable to giving Bella an alibi, but not even she knew where Bella would be. Bella had given her friend a story about some concert in Seattle that her father did not want her to go to. Edward had urged her to at least tell Angela the truth, but Bella had mutinously shaken her head, her mouth set in a firm line.

Eventually, he had given up trying to talk sense into her. After all, why should she ruin a perfect record of throwing herself at danger? She never had listened to his warnings; she never would. Bella’s obstinacy and the sun’s rising were two constants on which he could count. Then he heard the roar of her old truck approaching and smiled.

Alice had been helpful too. She had herded the rest of the Cullens out on a hunting trip. They wouldn’t return until late tomorrow. That meant he and Bella had 24 hours together –completely alone- stretching out before them.

Bella’s door slammed shut and he heard her mutter under her breath as her jacket got caught. There was the protest of the door as she opened it again to free herself. More muttering, some quiet cursing. Edward laughed under his breath. Bella was fairly inventive in her choices, coming up with odd mixtures of swear words and childish insults.

He raced down the door so that he could open it before she knocked. Swinging the door opened, he almost hit her in the head with it. Luckily, he caught the door at the last moment, though all Bella had time to do was blink.

She looked adorably befuddled and he could not resist the urge to kiss her.

Pulling her into his arms, he pressed kisses up her throat before moving along her jaw and finally to her lips. By the time he reached his target, Bella was already hyperventilating. He chuckled again, even though his throat was burning and his pants already felt too tight.

That was to be expected around Bella, and he was willing to pay the price of his dual desires for her.

“I thought you’d never get here,” he complained with a grin as he took her backpack. “I know your truck is slow, but that’s ridiculous.”

Bella frowned, as she always did when he made fun of her truck. “Hey, show some respect.”

Edward pulled her close yet again, pressing his face into the silk of her hair. “You sound hungry,” he guessed. “And I’m not the only one who gets crabby when they’re hungry.”

Bella’s lower lip pouted out for just a moment. Edward found himself unable to look away from her mouth, knowing just how wonderful it felt pressed against him, or wrapped around his length. He groaned softly, knowing that he would have to get better control of his thoughts or their evening would not go as he had planned.

“Come on then,” he said, pulling her into the house and closing the door. “Let’s get you some food and see if that puts you in a better mood.” He grinned wickedly. “And then we’ll see about satisfying MY appetites if you’re in the mood.”

Bella blushed, as he expected. He closed his eyes and savored her scent, letting the warmth she lent to the air rush over him. He kissed the tip of her nose as she grumbled about pushy vampires and led her into the kitchen.

“Oh…that smells good,” Bella admitted, taking a whiff.

“Food Network,” Edward explained. “Although why anyone would want to eat the stuff, I don’t know.” He made a face.

Bella stuck her tongue out at him, and Edward could not resist the invitation. His arms were not gentle when they hauled her up against his body, but Bella made no protest. Instead she moaned her appreciation, opening her mouth sweetly to the sweep of his tongue. He sucked softly on her tongue and then licked at her lower lip before delving into her mouth once more. Her tongue played against his, softly at first, and then with more urgency.

At last, Edward pulled away, panting. “Well…”

Bella stood there looking beautifully dazed. “Yeah…wow…I mean…well…” She sighed. “I can’t think straight around you,” she muttered.

“Obviously,” Edward replied. “Or you wouldn’t be here, alone in a house with a vampire.”

Bella shrugged. “I’ve been alone with you lots of times now.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “But this feels…different. More intimate somehow.” He glanced upstairs. “After all, here we have a bed and absolute privacy.”

She blushed yet again, and he waited for her to express reluctance. Instead, she smiled and nodded. “Can you feed me already? I’m starving.”

“Then let’s feed the human,” Edward said with a laugh.

Bella buried her head in his chest. “Then we’ll feed the vampire.”

The monster inside gave a purr.

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Bella’s meal was over and Edward had insisted on clearing the table and doing the dishes. Bella watched him move about the kitchen, her heart rate accelerating as he finished his task and turned to her with a smile of anticipation.

“Would you like to see my room?” he offered.

Bella nodded and he had the impression she did not trust herself to speak. Frankly, he was surprised that he still possessed the faculties of speech himself, so he would not tease her about it. He took her hand and guided her up the staircase. He heard her heart thumping wildly and hid a smile.

He opened his door and stood quietly at her side while she studied his room. “If you don’t sleep, then why do you have such a big bed?” she asked curiously.

Edward shrugged. “I thought it might come in handy.”

She worried her lower lip between her teeth.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Why?”

Bella hesitated a moment. “You were right, this feels…different.”

“In a good way or bad way?”

“Good,” she answered without hesitation. “Just a little overwhelming.”

Edward moved to the bed and sat on the edge. He patted the space beside him in invitation. “Come here, Bella.” He added an edge of command to his words and he watched with avid eyes as she shuddered.

Bella stumbled, catching herself, and then Edward’s hands caught her, steadying her as she sat down. “Remember what I said about dazzling?” she asked in a husky voice. “You’ve gotta stop doing that, especially when I’m walking.”

“I’ll try to remember that,” he promised. He brushed back her hair and caressed the elegant line of her jaw. “I want you, Bella.”

“I’m yours,” she said simply and this time he was the one who shuddered.

They fell back on the bed together, their bodies already intertwining. Tenderly, he unbuttoned her shirt, placing soft, cool kisses on her flesh as he bared it. Bella’s fingers clutched at his hair, tugging with every motion of his lips. Her hands fumbled at his shirt and he obligingly moved and twisted, helping her remove it with a minimum of effort. She ran her hands over the planes of his chest and belly, twirling her fingers in the light brown trail of hair that led to his groin.

Edward thrust his hips toward her touch, asking – demanding – more. Bella obliged with sweet alacrity.

Her hands nimbly undid the buttons of his jeans before sliding in to cup his length. Edward groaned as her thumb swiped at a bead of moisture that had gathered. He almost came when she lifted that thumb to her mouth and gently suckled it.

Bella’s jeans disappeared in a flash of white hands; her shirt was flung across the room. “You didn’t wear panties?” he asked in a husky voice, his eyes bright and excited.

“Why bother?” Bella teased.

Edward pressed her into the bed then, his hunger urging him to haste. His fingers delved into her soft, hot folds and she arched against him. He toyed with her until she clutched at his shoulders. “Now,” she commanded.

“Wait,” he argued.

Bella moaned.

“Shh…” he soothed. “Just for a moment.” He reached under the pillow and withdrew the ring he had hidden there. Bella stared at it. It was obviously old, made of gold. Masculine in design, it still seemed dainty on Edward’s long finger. He flipped open the top of the design to reveal a tiny, wicked point. “The Italians used to use these to administer poison.” He smiled at her. “We’re going to use it to AVOID poisoning you.”

He turned the ring so that the point was facing his palm. Carefully, he placed his hand against her throat. He let the tip barely touch her flesh, hardly pressing into the translucent skin over her wild pulse. “May I?” he asked softly.

She paused for a moment, gazing into his eyes. Then she nodded and he pressed forward with the ring at the same time he surged inside her body. Bella cried out at the invasions.

He thrust inside of her as his lips settled over the trickle of sweet blood at her neck. He sucked gently at first, his mouth moving in rhythm with his hips. Bella wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. She threw her head back to allow him better access.

The monster chuckled his approval of her surrender.

He drew more sharply at her vein, letting the sweet heat wash over his tongue, trickle down his throat, taming the thirst. His hips snapped harder, faster, but Bella met his every move. Then he heard her cry out again, felt her muscles flutter around him and the trickle of blood hastened, spilling over his lips as her heart raced.

With a roar of completion, he followed her over the abyss.
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