|Concealment of Desire
Author: Aphae PM
What is the primary reason Edward refuses to attempt any intimacy with Bella? How can Bella convince him she’s open to try what he’s been fantasizing about for nearly one hundred years? Post-Eclipse.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 14 - Words: 21,939 - Reviews: 66 - Favs: 39 - Follows: 62 - Updated: 09-19-10 - Published: 01-28-10 - id: 5701940
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Hey strangers! I know, it has been forever. To put a long story short- I broke several bones, moved to Rhode Island, worked full time and killed my computer since July. I was unpacking and found the notebook where I had been writing this in. I decided to give it another shot.
And Camilla10, good idea. So here's a recap:
A tangent after Eclipse, Bella discovers Edward's most hidden desire- to explore the world of BDSM. With the help of the girls, she begins to show him she desires to at least try a D/S scene. While Edward yearns for the activity sexually, his remaining Victorian morals and his biological father's firm lessons caused a bit of inner conflict. Both Bella and Edward are growing in their comfort and confidence for the non-vanilla nightlife, Edward partially because she just walked into the kitchen completely nude without realizing it.
The characters still belong to Meyer.
As much as I had- enjoyed the past few nights, I could see the weariness forming in my girl's eyes. It may be a struggle, but tonight would be a scene-free night.
She had dressed casually, her jeans clung to her just right and an Alice-chosen top, but the simplicity allowed her true beauty to show. I openly watched her step out to grab the morning paper. I saw something that made my jaw clench. There was faint bruising on her bicep. What was worse was the odd reaction my other side showed.
"We marked her." I felt a quick bid of trepidation. But, her smile was all I needed to reassure me. It was soft, glowing. Her body held a modest confidence. Our activities had cause a spike in serotonin far better than any prescription drug could.
"She is beautiful." I thought.
"You are beautiful," I said. Bella blushed and giggled. Her eyes trailed to the side. She appeared almost shy. I stepped toward her, brushed the hair out of her eyes, and pressed my cold lips to her forehead.
I could tell she was still feverish. I held in a sigh. Bella's worst habit was refusing attention for anything health related. While the temperature spike could be left from the arousal, she could easily have a bacteria infection developing. Strep was common year-round, and it was still flu season.
"I'll wait 'til this evening to check again, and I'll take her to Carlisle if she still shows symptoms."
"What are you thinking?" Bella asked. My attention returned to the present, and I noticed she had settled to eat. Good, the weakness from any exertion would be helped by the simple fibers and protein. Both sides of myself agreed on my duty to keep her healthy- both as her fiancé and her Master.
"I was thinking of how we should all get together and have a simple, social evening. I was told you are past due to be educated on British comedy."
"Rose and Emmett were talking about a triple date. The show sounding like it was the Canadian version of Steve Irwin." She replied. I chuckled
"Your parents did not educate you. I bet you never even saw Gene Hackman movies."
"I saw 'Willie Wonka'." He response was defensive. My resulting sigh was not a mock one. One of the simplest and frustrating differences was our taste in movies. It had a palpable cause, I was already frozen in time when "Young Frankenstein" aired, and when the Catholic Church protested against the 'Life of Brian.' All couples held some conflict in taste. It caused me to ponder her reaction to the crude humor developed in the 70s.
Bella finished her food during a comfortable silence. I watched her stand to clear her dishes. I offered to help, and she refused. Her system was set; my aid would be more of a hurdle than help. My vision was locked as she washed the plate. My eyes trailed unconsciously up and down her body. They focused on a certain section, and their sharpened vision was able to detect the lack of an outline.
Bella was not wearing any panties.
I suppressed a growl.
"That little temptress," my inner voice grated. I bit the inside of my cheek to contain myself. For once, I felt no shame. But, the desire to care for her conquered the flame to entice her. The flame was subdued, yet not entirely relived.
It is not always nice to have a penis.
Bella turned to me; the smile still resting across the perfectly pink lips. I rose, took her hand, and we walked to my car.
There was nothing remotely sexual on the group's mind as we settled that night by the television, not even from Alice nor Emmett.
"What did Rose threaten him with this time?" I chuckled to myself. Jasper looked over to me and raised an eyebrow. I grinned while shaking my head slightly. It was Python time, our personal sex jokes would come later. Emmett had already chosen the first step in Bella's education: Monty Python and the Holy Grail. The opening credits were enough to allow chuckles to form. A moose bit would be painful to a mortal. The environment was perfect. True friends enjoying company. By the end of the first scene, I could smell Bella's eyes watering from laughter.
"'I'm getting better.'" Emmett exclaimed in a perfect accent. We all laughed.
It was the most relaxing night in weeks until Sir Galahad arrived at the Castle Anthrax.
"Gives me an idea. What about you, Edward?" Alice's thought teased me. I turned to glare at her, and she smirked in return. I forced my attention back to the film.
The knights said "Ni," a rabbit killed Sir Bors, and the old man from scene 24 asked five, no- three, questions so the knights could cross the Bridge of Death. It was lucky for them King Arthur knew so much about swallows.
The movie concluded. Bella had practically laughed herself to sleep. She stretched, and fought the eyelids from drooping. I helped her up while checking her pulse and temperature discretely. She was still warm and her pulse was high. I suggested "we" go to bed. She did not protest.
"G'night guys. That was bloody brilliant. Thanks." She said. Rose smirked, and the group bid good night. The two of us then went upstairs. I turned while she undressed, fighting the desire to watch. I heard a coarse cough and promptly vetoed my discretion.
Her face was flushed as she massaged her throat. I felt a swell of authority- a non-sexual one.
"Isabella," I said sternly, "tomorrow we are seeing Carlisle so you can get checked for the flu."
"I'm fine, it's just a chest cold." Isabella protested. My hand acted on its own, grasping her chin gently to keep our eyes met.
"We are getting a check-up. Understand?" Her eyes widened, then relaxed.
"Yes Master," she whispered.
"What was that?"
"Yes, Master," Isabella said in a confident voice. My hand left her chin and traced her left cheek bone.
"Good girl," I complimented her as my thumb traced her lips. I noted she was barely clothed, just in pajama pants. It did not affect me.
"Let's finish changing and you can get to sleep." I told her. I grabbed my night attire and changed right in front of her. Her eyes widened again, and her voice remained silent. She finished clothing herself. We walked to the bed together, she rolled into some blankets before I settled next to her. I wrapped her in an embrace. I felt my eyes soften as I brushed my lips on the crown of her head.
"Sleep well, Bella," I whispered.
I know, odd having no lemon for once. I hope I haven't disappointed too many with my lack of updates. Again- I'll try.
I'll be honest as well- some of today's fiction work(this applies to the various TV shows too) on the supernatural is starting to irritate me. I wonder how many of today's vampire lovers have ever heard of Vlad III, and can distinguish him from Vlad II Dracul. I mean no offense to anyone, but the folklore and history that started everything, to me at least, is fascinating far beyond True Blood, Supernatural, and the Anita Blake series.
So, I also started the pre-writing of a story for November's Novel Writing Month, a completely non-supernatural take on mythological creatures. As much as I would like to- I cannot make any promises on the next update, as I have two jobs beginning next week.