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Broken	By : LadyExcalibur Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 3150 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*************Chapter 7: Talk Dirty to Me **************

Bella found herself turning up the music as she cleaned her small apartment. She remembered Renee dancing around their living room with her, whirling around and around until Bella felt dizzy. Those were happy memories, of a time when the question of who Bella Swan was could be easily answered.

These days? Not so much.

The tune was old, and one of Renee’s favorites. Bella couldn’t remember the name of the band, but she knew every word to the song. She gave herself up to the rhythm, to the memories of a simpler time – a less complicated Bella. She almost didn’t hear the knock on the door. When she finally realized that it was not a drum beating so insistently, she immediately turned down the music and peered through the peephole.

Edward’s perfect, smiling face was there.

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Edward had heard the music from the street below, though he doubted any humans could catch much more than the bass. He also heard Bella belting out the words. He stopped to listen, almost choking when he realized what she was singing. The words drifted out, crystal clear.

“You know I never
I never ever stay out late
You know that I can hardly wait
Just to see you
And I know you cannot wait
Wait to see me too
I gotta touch you

Cause baby we'll be
At the drive-in
In the old man's Ford
behind the bushes
till I'm screamin' for more
Down the basement
lock the cellar door
And baby
Talk dirty to me”

Edward knew that he would have to repress all of the fantasies that immediately sprang to mind when he heard what Bella was singing. /It’s just a song…it’s just a song…/ It didn’t seem to help much and his body had pretty much decided that it wasn’t just a song, but a promise of things to come. He groaned and adjusted his coat so that it would hide the most obvious part of his reaction.

Opening the door, Bella grinned at him. “Eddie! What are you doing here?”

He held up a brown paper bag and Bella caught a whiff of something delicious. “Is that…?” She sniffed again. “Oh my God! Is that lasagna from Mimma’s?”

“It is,” he confirmed. “The best Italian restaurant in the city.”

“In the whole damned country, you mean!” Bella said, reaching out to snatch the bag from his hand. “Gimme!”

He held it up out of her reach. “No way,” he teased. “No one who listens to Poison gets to eat Mimma’s lasagna.”

“Poison?” Bella repeated, frowning. Then her expression cleared. “Oh! That’s who they are! I couldn’t think of their name to save my life.”

Edward shook his head. “Really, I wouldn’t have pegged you for an 80s hair band kind of girl.”

Bella laughed and motioned him into the apartment. “I’ll trade you. I’ll tell you how I ended up listening to Poison and you tell me why I’m not already enjoying some of that heavenly lasagna.”

“Deal,” Edward agreed, still holding the bag high up in the air. “But you first.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!?” Bella protested. “It’ll get cold.”

“Then talk fast,” he suggested, dangling the bag enticingly.

“You don’t play fair,” Bella accused.

Edward grinned. “Never said I did.”

“Oh, all right then,” she muttered. “Sit.” Bella pointed to a chair. “At least open the bag and let me savor the aroma.”

He pursed his lips for a moment, seemingly prepared to deny her even that small solace. Then he obligingly opened the bag and fanned some of the heavenly scent her way.

Bella groaned. “Oh, you really do play dirty,” she said softly.

“Better get talking,” Edward reminded her. “This is getting colder with every second that passes.”

“Well,” Bella began. “This was my mom’s favorite song. We used to dance around the living room to it when we cleaned house.”

“Your mother’s favorite song was ‘Talk Dirty to Me’?” Edward asked in astonishment.

Bella laughed and shrugged. “My mom is… Well, she’s different than most moms.” Bella looked longingly at the bag. “And she did listen to classical music too. Her tastes are very eclectic.”

Edward’s expression was thoughtful. “Go on.”

Bella shifted in her seat. “It smells really good,” she hinted.

“It does,” Edward agreed. “Go on.”

She gave a little moan. “Okay, okay. So, we listened to a lot of stuff. A little AC/DC, a little Poison, some Beatles, even Debussy.”

“Interesting,” Edward commented. Then he smiled. “Enjoy.” He pushed the bag toward her and Bella snatched it.

She opened the bag all the way and buried her face in it. “Oh, I think I just had an orgasm.”

Edward made a choking sound. She looked up at him and grinned. “Got ya, Eddie.” Tilting her head, she studied him. “For a man who looks like sex on a stick and has a smile that has probably made panties drop all along the west coast, you certainly come off as the shy and quiet type.”

He could do nothing more than gape at her. Then he smiled crookedly. “Eat.”

“Gladly,” she said, already removing the aluminum container and opening the lid. She took one bit, groaned, and closed her eyes. After swallowing the bite, she looked at him and grudgingly moved the container closer to him. “I’ll share…even though I don’t want to,” she offered.

Laughing, Edward shook his head. “No thanks, I already ate.”

“Now that’s my kind of man,” Bella said and took another bite.

Edward sat back and watched her devour the lasagna. She enjoyed the food with an eagerness and focus that amused him almost as much as it enticed him. He wondered what else she might bring that focus and enthusiasm to…

At last, unable to eat another bite, Bella pushed the container away and rubbed her belly. “I think I’m going to burst,” she announced and Edward laughed.

“I think you’ll live,” he assured her. “So…Poison, huh?”

Bella shrugged. “Like I said, nothing about my mother is traditional.” Sadness flickered through her expression. “I always felt more like the parent than the child. I made sure the bills were paid, that there were groceries in the house, and that she didn’t forget to do things like put gas in the car.” A small laugh escaped her. “Then she met Phil and he started doing all those things for her.”

Edward knew this part, of course. Bella herself had told him in the early days of their relationship. Still, he liked hearing her voice, watching her as she spoke of the mother she adored but did not quite understand. “Phil?”

“Her husband,” Bella explained. “He’s a minor league baseball player and when he traveled, Renee felt compelled to stay home and keep me company. That made her miserable and made me feel guilty. So I moved to Forks and lived with Charlie.” She frowned at him. “But you probably know all this already, right? I probably told you this before…”

Edward smiled innocently. “Some of it,” he admitted. “But I like listening to you.” Bella bit her lower lip and Edward felt every nerve ending in his body ignite. He wanted to be the one to nibble at that lower lip, that full pink bit of flesh.

“Well,” Bella said quietly. “Things were okay, I guess. I don’t remember actually arriving in Forks. My last clear memory is of getting on the plane to Washington.” Those white teeth worried the lower lip again. “Charlie pretty much caught me up on what I didn’t remember.”

Not everything, Edward mused. Not by a long shot. It seemed that Charlie Swan had neglected to mention a certain Edward Cullen. Not that Edward could blame him, because as far as Charlie knew, Edward had been a thoughtless young man who had blithely broken his daughter’s heart – and may or may not have caused her to try and kill herself. No, it was understandable that Charlie might have decided that there was no need to mention Edward, especially since Bella had so conveniently forgotten him.

And maybe, just maybe, that could be Edward’s saving grace. He might be given the chance to work his way back into Bella’s heart. Her ignorance couldn’t last forever, of course, because if he had his way he would be a part of Bella’s life forever, and eventually Charlie would be only too happy to remind her of the role Edward had played in the tragic events that his stupid decisions had put into motion.

It was a dilemma. It was time to change the subject because he could see Bella’s wariness rising up to war against the very companionable feeling of the day.

“Why don’t you turn that music back on and then what would you say to a little dancing?”

Her expression turned cold and she shoved the container back to him. “Just because you buy me a meal doesn’t mean that I’m gonna give you a private show.” She surged to her feet, indignant color flaming in her cheeks.

At first Edward was so shocked he could do no more than gape at her. Finally, he found his voice and stood up, holding out his hand in invitation. “I only want to dance with you, Bella,” he said gently, understanding perfectly where the fury and hurt had come from.

“Oh,” she said in small voice. Bella put her hand in his where it rested like a skittish bird. Then she smiled slightly. “Would it surprise you to know that I’m actually a terrible dancer?”

Edward laughed and pulled her close, moving in time with her even though they had forgotten to turn the music back on. They didn’t notice anything missing.

After a few moments, Edward leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You do realize that there’s no music, right?” Gentle laughter echoed in his voice.

Bella looked up at him and smiled. “There isn’t?” She seemed surprised.

“No,” he answered solemnly and then his lips were moving closer to hers, very slowly – very carefully. Bella closed her eyes and leaned against him, her mouth opening slightly in anticipation. Edward groaned as his lips found hers.

The kiss started off gentle, much like the ones Edward remembered giving her in Forks when he had been constantly mindful of his razor sharp teeth and the threat of his venom. He had remained, always, in absolute control. But now Bella pressed herself to him so sweetly that he was swept away in the rush of sensation, and soon there was nothing but the warmth and silk of her mouth, the soft press of her body against his, the rush of her pulse as it pounded ever more rapidly. With a moan of surrender, Edward hauled her body up and even closer, wrapping his arms around her so tightly that he was not sure if she could breathe.

Bella did not seem to object.

Her hands came up and gripped his hair, her slender fingers tugging hard. And he liked it. A lot. His tongue swept inside her mouth, dueled with hers, claimed her, rubbing and stroking in a rhythm that came instinctively. Their hips caught the rhythm, a gentle ebb and flow that had them both gasping for breath. He knew she could feel the reaction of his body, the hard length that pressed against the soft, warm flesh of her belly. He could detect the mind-blowing scent of her arousal and that alone almost pushed him over the edge.

By unspoken agreement, they moved toward the couch, their mouths never unlocking. Bella tripped when the back of her knees hit the edge of the couch and she tumbled down, pulling Edward with her.

They fell, Edward landing on top of her, the weight of his body braced on his arms. At last, the kiss ended and he stared down at her. “Bella,” he whispered.

“Edward,” she answered, tugging at his hair again. “Kiss me. Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

And though he knew it was wrong – and even worse, dangerous – he could not deny her. Without another word, he lowered his mouth to hers and let his fingers tenderly brush up the hem of her shirt.

Her skin was like silk and fire.

And he wanted to burn.
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