Sunday, May 28, 2017

Angry All The Time Chapter 6



Love's the sweetest feeling
Openly believing
No matter what we find there
Come back in through the eyes there
Sole and born creation
The lion's in the house
Flowers are up in the air
Crashing against the dark
Fire in the water
Is the body of our love
Fire in the water
Is the body of our love
~ Feist, Fire In The Water

Near the end of October, Edward and I had been dating for five weeks. We saw each other several times a week, for coffee, lunch, dinner; we couldn't seem to spend more than a day apart. Edward had continued to hint at meeting his parents, and I finally relented. After all, they had raised Edward and Alice, the two greatest people I'd ever met next to Jasper. If they were half as friendly, it would go fine.

We pulled up to a beautiful white house nestled into a stand of trees. I could easily envision ladies in Gibson Girl hairstyles and long flowing skirts walking the porches. The high peaked roof was brown, as was the trim around the upper floor. There was a low overhang shading the porch, which was overflowing with flowering plants and white rocking chairs. It looked comfortable and welcoming, and not at all intimidating.

The door was opened as we approached, and a sweetly pretty middle-aged woman was standing there smiling at us. I could see that Edward had inherited his copper hair from her, as well as the green eyes the siblings shared. When she smiled, I could see the resemblance to her son.

"I'm Esme, you must be Bella. Welcome to our home," she said. She held her arms open as I approached, and I stepped into her embrace. She was an inch or two shorter than me, but I was overcome with the maternal feelings she was projecting. Taking a step back, she briefly cupped my face between her small, warm hands.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Cullen," I said sincerely.

"No, no. Call me Esme, dear." She reminded me somehow of Alice.

"Are they here?" I heard from behind Esme. I tried not to gasp as Edward's father came down the hall I could see from the doorway. He was tall, blonde, and appeared to be pretty damn stunning for the age he must be.

"They are," said Esme, as she ushered us into the house. "Carlisle, this is Bella."

He stuck out his hand, and I took it shyly. He didn't shake my hand, merely clasped it between his own. 

"Lovely to meet you, Bella. I'm Carlisle. Edward and Alice both have spoken of you so much I feel as though I already know you." His smile was warm and showed in his hazel eyes. Edward was very like his father, despite the difference in eye and hair color.

I blushed at their enthusiasm and glanced at Edward. He leaned in and kissed my temple. I caught the indulgent smile on Esme's face as I accepted his kiss. She turned and led us into the kitchen, which was all white except for the huge copper range hood and a copper pot rack hanging over the island.

"Esme, your home is stunning," I said sincerely. I was in awe of everything I saw. There was a large window wall opposite the kitchen, and the trees were practically hugging the house. I could see a bit of a lawn past the trunks, and possibly a flower garden. The walls were all white, as was the furniture. The color was in the accessories, and there seemed to be endless jewel tones.

"Thank you, Sweetie, Alice helped me with the interior design. We remodeled a bit a few years ago, and I must admit we had a blast." She poured something in a glass and handed it to me as she spoke. "Mojito?" she offered. Taking the cold glass, I took a sip. The mint was refreshing, and I caught the tart taste of lime.

"Thank you," I murmured. I wasn't sure what else to say, so I stood quietly leaning against the counter as Esme bustled around the kitchen. The smells coming from the oven were remarkable.

Edward and Carlisle started discussing sports, so I tuned them out and watched Esme. She pulled a dutch oven from the top of the double ovens, then set it on a trivet. She peeled back the foil, and I could see a pot roast bubbling between carrots and potatoes. She returned to the bottom oven and retrieved golden rolls with her oven mitt. I stepped over to her and took the butter from the counter top, slathering it on the hot rolls. Esme smiled at me, then went into the pantry for something. When I was through, I looked around, but the table in the corner wasn't set, not to mention it was too small for the four of us.

"We're eating outside, love," Edward spoke quietly as he stepped up next to me. "Let's take these to the veranda." He grabbed the oven mitts and lifted the Dutch oven, and I followed with the bread. Carlisle opened the French doors and Edward and I took the food to the table under the shade of a pergola. Blooming vines fought for space as they crawled over the beams, choking each other in their climb to the summit. Esme came with the pitcher of Mojitos, and Carlisle started cutting the roast. I sat in a wicker chair next to Edward, and just leaned back and inhaled. It was a gorgeous day, the company making it even more so.

Esme was attentive, asking about my job and how I knew Jasper. She asked about my parents, and told me she thought she'd met my father at the hospital once. That started a conversation with Carlisle about his work there, and I realized he was incredibly passionate about helping people. They were sweet, warm, and welcoming. I could see how Edward had turned out the way he had.

~~~oOo~~~

At the end of the day, when the sun had given up the ghost and was obscured by the clouds hovering near the horizon, Edward was driving us back to Seattle. I couldn't stop staring at him, my knees pulled up to my chest and my feet perched on the edge of the leather seat of his black Volvo.

Finally, he glanced over at me with my favorite crooked smile. "What?"

"Your parents are legit perfect, Edward. Why didn't you tell me?" I laid my cheek on my knee.

"And make you more nervous? Then, my odds of leading you down the yellow brick road would've lowered drastically."

I couldn't tell if he knew how perfect they were, or if he was just teasing me. We stopped at a red light. 

"Seriously. Your mother is an angel, and your father looks like he hasn't aged since high school. They might actually be vam-" My rambling thoughts were cut off as Edward leaned over swiftly and kissed me.

"I was talking here," I mumbled around his lips. When he pulled my upper lip into his mouth, I didn't give a flying fuck about anything else. He kissed me thoroughly, until the car behind us honked its horn rudely. 

With a rueful grin, Edward pulled away and gave his attention back to the road.

I sighed contentedly. It had been a rather glorious day. I liked his parents very much, and they did their best to make me feel welcome and not-awkward.

We reached the garage to Edward's loft, and he pulled into his assigned parking space. He held my hand as we walked across the street and into the marble foyer and rode the elevator to his floor. I'd been spending increasing amounts of time at Edward's place; I had a toothbrush there as well as a few changes of clothes. However, we had yet to do more than actually sleep in the big black bed with the lush gold duvet. And make out. We did that plenty. For some reason, and I couldn't find it in me what that could be, Edward still thought we should wait to do more.

It was a routine now. I went into the sleeping area and put on sleep shorts and a tank, and he went into the bathroom to strip down to boxer briefs. We brushed our teeth, and I washed my face. Very domestic.

Except that I was frustrated. Edward could give me soul shattering orgasms, so it wasn't that I hadn't found release. But we had not seen each other naked, and he would not let his dick out of its constraints. And I wanted him to, most desperately.

I needed his dick to make an appearance.

We climbed into the big bed, and as usual, Edward pulled me to him. He tucked my head into the crook of his neck, and I breathed him in. Edward smelled of pine and leather, wood chips and the outdoors. I couldn't put my finger on the exact scent, but whatever it was, it was all Edward. Of course I couldn't behave myself. My hand trailed flat up his bare chest, and my lips found the soft skin of his neck as his arms tightened around me. He lifted my face with his finger, kissing me as deeply as that angle allowed. His thumb brushed across my cheek as he gently cradled my face, and his tongue delved deeply into my mouth when I shifted over him. It felt incredibly sensual, and I moaned when my writhing brought my thigh in contact with his cock. He was so hard, the length of him reaching the waistband of his boxers. I just wanted a taste, a peek, anything.

Suddenly, Edward loomed over me, and my heart was trying to gallop out of my chest. He skimmed his palms down, thumbs grazing my peaked nipples. I cried out softly, and he brought my tank up to expose my breasts. He dipped his head and claimed one, tongue rolling over the tight bud and making my hips arch, and his cock brushed my leg again. Coherent thought left me as he continued to lave my nipple with the flat of his tongue. The hand that was not supporting his weight ran over my stomach in light touches, and my muscles contracted with each pass. His tongue explored my chest, moving up to my throat, as his hand roamed lower. I gripped the sheets tightly as his fingers moved under the waistband of my shorts, those talented fingers finding the flesh between my legs wet, waiting for him. He circled my clit with one finger, and I bucked and cried out. My hands moved to his muscled back as one finger dipped inside, the other continuing its circular motion.

I moved my hands down to his ass, slipping under his boxers, and his muscles clenched under my fingers. I squeezed, loving the smooth feel of his skin. Edward moved back to kiss me again, and it didn't take long for the orgasm to roll over me, crushing me momentarily before allowing me to fly. My hands slid around to the front, still under his boxers, and I gripped the length of his cock between my hands. He groaned loudly, and I reveled in the velvet-over-steel feel of him. I moaned as his heavy cock twitched in my hands, because I was so close to what I wanted. I moved my hands, stroking from the base to the tip, using both hands because yeah, he was that big. Yet, after only a few passes Edward abruptly moved away from me, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

Stung and confused, I adjusted my clothing and got up quietly to move down the hall and into the bathroom. I closed the door and leaned against it before the tears started. It was stupid to be upset, I knew. Edward was so thoughtful of my every need, and he was clearly turned on. I still couldn't help the prickly-skinned feeling of being unwanted. I pushed away from the door and turned the water on, staring at it as it ran down the drain. My tears plopped into the swirling water, mingling and disappearing.

I didn't hear the door, but Edward was standing behind me then, his chin on my shoulder as he reached forward and turned off the water. I continued to stare into the sink, ashamed to meet his eyes in the mirror.

"Bella," he said as soft as a breath. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never intentionally make you cry." He turned me in his arms, and I found his chest fascinating. He used a finger to lift my chin, looking me earnestly in the eyes. "I just think-"

"Maybe I don't care what you think!" I exploded. I guess I found my voice. One of his eyebrows rose, but he didn't speak. "Maybe I want to have sex with you, Edward. Maybe I'm dying to do more than make out, though Jesus in Heaven are you good at that. Why do you get to decide that we abstain?" I demanded, chest heaving.

"I-I just think maybe we rushed into so much about our relationship. We met and immediately had our first date. You met my sister a week later, and she started dating your best friend on the spot. We have spent the night at each other's places, we've rarely been apart. I enjoyed every minute, Bella, but I don't want you to think for one second that I'm in this for the sex." He tugged on his hair, almost looking frustrated before he brushed my hair away from my face and cupped my cheeks in his hands. "I want you to never doubt that I'm here because I'm in love with you."

I was stunned. His eyes bored into mine, and I knew he was absolutely sincere. My breathing turned erratic as I tried to form the words. Because I had known for quite some time that I was madly in love with him, but I was terrified to say the words first. "Oh, Edward." I cradled his lovely face in my hands as I spoke. "I love you, too. So much." I kissed him tenderly, and he engulfed me in a tight hug.











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