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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 8: In the Attic************

Edward groaned as Bella’s hips thrust up toward his. He could not help the answering motion of his own body. His arousal was like a length of cold steel against his belly and he knew she felt it. How could she not? It struck him then that he had been so very careful with the old Bella. He would have never let that Bella feel his body’s very natural reaction to her. This Bella, however, seemed less fragile, less breakable – and strangely enough, he liked it. There was something about seeing that new strength and sense of purpose in her eyes drew him closer.

He wanted her, burned for her, though he knew that there were so many things wrong with his desire. Bella’s hands came up and her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging sharply and then soothing away the tiny sting. Edward wanted her to pull harder, to bite his marble flesh, to bathe him in her hot breath as she placed open mouthed kisses up and down his throat…his chest… A groan rose up within him.

“You taste so good, Edward,” Bella murmured, her breath washing over him, just as he had imagined, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He was the burning man again. Her scent permeated his being, overwhelming him. He wanted.

He felt the tremors begin in his chest, radiating out to every limb until he felt as if an earthquake had quivered to life inside of him. His hand was shaking as he brushed back her hair and pulled away, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Bella,” he whispered.

Her teeth worried her lower lip and the familiar line appeared between her brows. Giving into temptation, he placed a tender kiss on that line. “You’re so beautiful,” he told her, cupping her jaw in one hand.

Her eyes were wide and solemn as she met his gaze. “Make love to me,” she pleaded.

Edward wanted nothing more than to do that, but…

Her small hands tugged at his hair again. “Edward,” she said in a low, urgent voice. “Please. I want you.”

“Bella, it’s too soon,” he said. /Besides, I’m afraid I’ll kill you and until I’m reasonably certain you’ll survive what I want to do to you, I think it best that I keep it in my pants,/ he thought with an edge of dark humor. “Let’s just wait, until…”

She pushed at his chest then, her expression tight and angry. “Fine,” she hissed. “I get it. Don’t want to fuck the stripper. Might catching something, right? I understand. I-”

Edward let the growl build and rumble in his chest as he pulled her close to him, ignoring the way she struggled against his hold. “You silly, absurd girl,” he muttered, his lips trailing up her throat. “You haven’t the slightest clue of what I’d like to do to you,” he added, nipping carefully with lip-shielded teeth at her earlobe as she shivered against him. “Your profession has nothing to do with it, Bella.” He leaned back slightly and tenderly brushed at the angry tears on her cheeks. “I want to take our time, Bella, because…” he sighed and shook his head. “You’re important to me, and I don’t want to rush things and ruin it – for either of us.”

She studied him carefully for a moment, looking deep into his eyes as if trying to decide if he was telling the truth or not. The anger lingered for a moment, but it was no match for the sincerity that shone in Edward’s gold eyes. “All right,” she conceded. Then she flushed. “I don’t…I’m not…” Bella heaved an uneasy sigh.

Tenderly, he cupped her jaw. “I know, Bella,” he assured her. “This is new for me too.” Then he laughed and buried his face in her hair with a groan. “You have no idea how new.” /And that’s not something I’m ready to discuss, even with you, Bella Swan./

She was silent as he held her, her heart beat gradually slowing down, though her breathing remained somewhat quick and shallow. Her fingers combed through his hair and he closed his eyes to give himself up to the sensation of her touch. “I wish…” Bella began and then she shook her head.

“What do you wish?” he asked her, smiling crookedly. “I’ll give it to you if I can.”

“I wish I could remember – before – remember you,” Bella replied. She looked up at him with sad eyes. “You can’t give me that, though, can you, Edward?”

“The past doesn’t matter, Bella,” Edward said softly. “And we’ll make new memories – so the old ones don’t matter. They’re just the past.”

“I like the sound of that,” Bella murmured shyly, trying to duck her head and hide her fast in his chest. He urged her chin up so that he could look into her eyes.

“I like the sound of that too,” he said. “I like the sound of that a lot.”

Then his lips found hers and she sighed, pulling him closer, snuggling up against his cold, hard chest and seemed content to stay there.

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“It’s very odd,” Edward said as he sat beside Emmett on a huge boulder. They had just finished hunting and Emmett was once more trying to put himself to rights. As usual, there was blood spattered on his shirt, which was a tattered ruin anyway. Alice would be pleased at least. It was just another excuse to shop, not that she needed a reason.

“What’s odd?” Emmett returned. “I mean besides the whole Bella takes her clothes off for money now thing and you’re getting wood like every five minutes.” He grinned widely, completely unconcerned with Edward’s anger.

A low growl rumbled in Edward’s chest and Emmett chuckled.

“You know what I mean, Edward,” Emmett protested. “The whole thing is just…bizarre. The Bella I knew couldn’t walk without risking an injury, blushed when you looked at her, and couldn’t have walked into a place like the Diamond without bursting into flames! And yet this Bella dances around in fuck-me heels, jiggles her tits in strangers’ faces and doesn’t even seem to blink in surprise when you press your junk up against her.”

“I’m warning you, Emmett,” Edward hissed.

“Listen, I don’t think any less of her,” Emmett insisted. “She’s still a great girl. Different, but great. And who am I to get prissy about something taking their clothes off? And sex is well…you know, it’s sex and just about the best damn thing ever invented. So I’m not gonna get my panties in a wad about what Bella does with her body.”

“True,” Edward muttered. “You and Rose…” He shuddered, thinking of the many things he had been forced to endure from Emmett and Rose over the years.

“Exactly,” Emmett laughed, not at all repentant. “I’m just saying that to see Bella like this, after knowing the old Bella, well, it’s sort of a kick in the ass, if you know what I mean.” He shrugged. “Not saying I don’t like it, it’s just weird.”

“Oh, I know what you mean,” Edward replied. “But that’s part of what makes it so odd.”

“What do you mean?” Emmett asked curiously.

“Well, Bella is different, obviously-”

“Obviously.” Emmett snorted.

“Enough.” Edward sighed. “But it’s like she remembers things without actually remembering them.”

“Go on.”

“All right,” Edward said. “For example, she wasn’t surprised by my skin. She mentioned I was cold, but it didn’t seem to surprise her, not really.”

“That’s… Yeah, that’s weird,” Emmett allowed.

“All the things that the humans notice about us, all the things that mark us as what we are, she just seems to take in stride.” Edward paused. “Almost like she’s expecting it.”

“Maybe she is,” Emmett said.

“But she doesn’t remember,” Edward snapped. “None of it. Not me, not what we had, nothing that happened.”

“I think she does,” Emmett told him.

“Bella’s not that good a liar, Emmett.” There had been absolutely no recognition in Bella’s eyes when he had seen her for the first time at Diamond’s. And he knew her well enough to be absolutely certain of that.

“No, that’s not what I mean. I think Bella remembers, but she doesn’t know she remembers.” Emmett tapped his skull. “It’s all up there, but she’s got it locked away, like you put stuff in a trunk in the attic. You know it’s up there, but you don’t think about it because it’s not right there in your face. You forget it, until something reminds you. It’s tucked away and you don’t remember it, but then suddenly – bang! – you remember what you put up there.” He shrugged. “You’re reminding her, but that shits packed away tight, so it’s gonna take some time for her to really remember.”

“You think she will?” Edward asked uncertainly. Bella regaining her memories could be very good – or very, very bad.

“Probably, but…” Emmett was uneasy.

“But what?” Edward pressed, even though he heard Emmett’s thoughts.

“But how will she feel about it all when she does – how will she feel about… you – and how you left her?”
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