|Jack And Sally
Author: LyricalKris PM
Like the roller-coasters in Disneyland, Edward's life becomes a ride full of ups, downs and surprises all thanks to his newest coworker with odd obsession for the Nightmare before Christmas.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 5 - Words: 32,183 - Reviews: 91 - Favs: 211 - Follows: 48 - Published: 03-01-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5785401
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Epilogue: I Miss You
Disclaimer: These beautiful creatures belong to Stephenie Meyer.
"We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends"
-I Miss You, Blink 182
I wanted everything to be perfect.
Bella knew we were going to Disneyland for New Years Eve, but she didn't know what I had planned. I had been playing it casual so I was fairly sure she didn't even have a clue what I was up to.
We walked, hand in hand, through the entrance plaza, glancing at each other occasionally with adoring smiles. I did adore her. Tonight would be the first of many nights I would spoil her rotten. I only hoped she'd let me.
"Come on," I said, tugging her toward our first destination. She furrowed her eyebrows, confused, but followed me trustingly.
I stopped in front of the guided tours booth. A cast member was waiting there, just as I had been promised. "Mr. Cullen, Miss Swan I presume?"
I nodded, noticing Bella's gape-mouthed expression out of the corner of my eye. I had to struggle not to laugh.
The cast member had us both decked out in light up Disney paraphernalia in minutes, including the blinking ears. He stopped when we had gotten to the point that I was sure we were going to induce a seizure in someone - what with all the flashing lights.
We followed the cast member around the park, through hidden areas as he narrated the history of Disneyland. I could tell Bella was enthralled. She loved the hidden areas the most as she would get this delighted grin on her face that was just fucking adorable, and she would squeeze the bejesus out of my hand.
The closer we got to New Orleans Square, the more nervous I got. The what-ifs mounted in my head, growing as quickly as Tetris blocks when you get really close to the top of the Tetris tower. You know - right before you lose monumentally? What if this was too much, too fast? What if she didn't like it? What if -
"And so here we are," the cast member said, coming to the halt at the bottom of stairs I had never been up. "In 2008, during the year of a million dreams, Disney's dream suite was given away to a family almost every night. Tonight, however," he moved aside the sign that barred entrance to the suite with a grand, sweeping gesture, "it is yours."
Bella's eyes shot up to me. "What?!"
I stepped up the first couple steps and bowed to her, holding my hand out and feeling a little bit like an idiot. "Your palace awaits, my princess."
Obviously stunned beyond words, Bella took my hand. We followed the cast member up the winding staircase while Bella kept casting glances backward. "What are you doing?" I whispered to her.
"I keep expecting someone to stop us. I keep expecting this not to be real." She looked dazed.
I chuckled and tucked an errant strand of hair off of her face tenderly. "This dream doesn't end at midnight, Cinderella."
The cast member was waiting, smiling at us indulgently. When he was sure he had our attention again, he opened the door to the suite. I had to admit, I was floored. I'd seen pictures of the suite before, of course, but seeing it in person was... astounding.
"The living room," the cast member narrated as we both looked around the room in awe, "is done in a French Provincial style just as the rest of New Orleans Square. As you walk around the suite take care to notice each individual item. Hopefully, you'll find yourself remembering all the magic Disney has brought to your lives - through the park, movies, music. Every item in the suite is designed to remind you of Walt Disney's dream."
As we stumbled slowly forward, the cast member opened a door off to the right. "There are two master bedrooms in this suite. This one is done in the style and spirit of early 20th century innovation and the American frontier. You will notice the earth tones in the colors and furniture."
He let us look around another moment before moving across the hall and opening another door. "This second master bedroom should give you the feel of an enchanted jungle, favoring the bedtime stories of the Victorian era, such as the Jungle Book."
In addition to the living room and both bedrooms, there was also an outdoor patio, adorned with Chinese lanterns, a patio facing the Rivers of America, and a bathroom that was almost the size of my entire apartment. The cast member lit the fire in the living room, showing us how it was designed to spark, making it look like there were fireworks over the gold plated fireplace cover that was in the shape of Sleeping Beauty's Castle. "You'll find there are many secrets to uncover in the Dream Suite," he assured us. I felt a twinge of gratefulness that I had had the foresight to reserve the suite for two nights as I wanted to discover all of the secrets.
And I was fairly sure that I would be too busy tonight to really appreciate the hidden magic of this suite. There were other treasures I was much, much more interested in.
There was a knock at the door and then two more cast members came in with trays. They laid the trays out on the patio before leaving us alone for the evening.
Bella was in my arms before the door to the suite had closed. "Oh my God, Edward. How did you pull this off? I can't even begin to imagine what this must be costing you."
I laughed as I held her to me, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head. "Don't you worry about that." I held her at arms length. "Good surprise then?"
"Uh, yea," she said in a 'well, duh' voice. "You're only fulfilling about a thousand childhood fantasies."
"Hmm," I murmured, allowing my hands to fall, looping around her waist loosely. I leaned in close to her so I could whisper in her ear. "I'm hoping to fulfill a few adult fantasies as well."
Her hands flew to my face, pulling me closer. She started to kiss me hungrily and I kissed her back, pulling her against me.
It took me a minute to remember we were, technically, in public and that there was an extravagant meal getting cold there on the balcony table. I backed up slightly though my lips were still brushing hers as I spoke. "Come on, Princess. Plenty of time for all that. Let me feed you first."
She stubbornly knotted her hands in my hair, and continued to kiss me for another few minutes before she let me pry her away. I had to laugh again, utterly thrilled that I could make her so happy.
We ate the wonderful food and drank the even better wine. The meal even came with one of Disney's more elegant deserts. The food was delicious and the company even better. We had just finished eating when Fantasmic started. Perfect timing, just as I had hoped.
Bella gave up her chair in favor of climbing onto my lap. "You know, Emmett is going to be so jealous. One time we sat right down on the docks, in front of the fence for almost two hours so we could have the best view. But it was windy, and the wind blew the water straight into us when they did the first wall-of-water bit. Then, it got too windy and they had to stop the performance. So there we were - two hours wasted and covered in putrid, chemical water!"
I laughed, kissing the side of her head. "So you're saying this view is a little better then?" I smirked against her hair. The view was entirely unobstructed.
Bella turned to me and smiled mischievously. "Just a little."
When the show ended we wandered back inside to explore the suite a little more.
"I'm going to move into this bathroom," Bella declared, running her fingers over the deep blue tiles that covered the domed enclosure of the whirlpool bathtub. She continued to walk around the bathroom, taking in every small detail. I continued to watch her, drinking in every minute quirk of her lips and eyebrows.
She walked in front of the twin sinks, running her fingers over the intricate carvings on the wooden drawer. She looked up into the huge mirror that hung over the sink and her eyes caught mine.
Then I needed her.
I stepped forward slowly, taking off my jacket as I walked and letting it slide to the floor. She didn't turn, instead watching my reflection as I stepped up behind her. When I was close enough to her that my chest was nearly against her back she started to turn toward me but I grabbed her head gently, keeping her still. Her breath caught, but she said nothing.
"Watch us," I commanded quietly but intensely. Not taking my eyes off hers in the mirror, I slid my hands from her head slowly down her neck, down across her shoulders. I slipped her jacket off of her and threw it to the side. With our eyes still connected, a heated fervor had started to fill my body. I felt frantic to have her; to be inside her right then.
I forced myself to go slow. Besides the fact I knew she was mine to savor without rushing, I also knew that my slow pace was driving her to the edge. He cheeks were flushed and she was biting her lip.
I let my fingers play at her neck, eliciting soft shudders from her parted lips. Her eyes fluttered and she leaned back against me. When she leaned her head against my chest and started to close her eyes I dipped my head to her ear. "Watch," I commanded again.
My hands went to the collar of her button down shirt and I slowly began to work the buttons, exposing her bare skin to me inch by torturous inch.
Done with the row of buttons, I let my fingers trace mindless patterns against the skin of her stomach, up her torso, skipping deliberately over her lace covered breasts to play with the necklace that hung at her collarbone before finally slipping the shirt off her shoulders and tossing it in the direction of her jacket. I swept her hair off of one shoulder so I could kiss her back, simultaneously putting my hands on either side of her waist and pulling her against me.
"Edward," she said, her voice no more than a whisper. I realized I had broken eye contact to kiss her skin and she wanted to watch me.
We were watching each other slowly become undone.
Moving my hands to the front of her slacks I rubbed her lightly, teasingly, over her clothes. Her chest rose and fell sharply, the flush in her cheeks spreading all the way down her body as I touched her.
"Edward, you're making me insane."
"I beg to differ; you were insane before I ever came along. Or was it some other beguiling creature that I caught throwing pencils at the ceiling?" Keeping my eyes on her this time, I leaned down to run my tongue from her shoulders up to her neck. She shivered delicately.
"Do you remember? I saw you, sitting there on your desk, and even with your back to me you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen." As I spoke, my lips against her ear, my hands unbuttoned her slacks and pulled the zipped down. "The curves of your body are so graceful."
"Graceful?" she laughed, and gasped when my fingers started rubbing her outside of her lacy panties. "I'm sure it was very graceful when I fell right off the desk."
"Mmm." I traced my fingers over the edges of her panties, teasing myself almost as much as I was teasing her. "I still remember how you felt in my arms. I wanted to push you right over the desk and have you right then and there."
"Edward," she breathed again. She sounded urgent. "I'm here now. Take me. Now."
She pressed herself back against me so her ass ground against my very obvious erection. I moaned, watching my own eyes hood with lust. I cupped her over her panties. Even through the thin fabric I could feel how wet she was.
Slow went right out the window.
I yanked her panties down past her knees, my movements going from languid to quick. My hands found hers and I guided them to rest flat on the counter in front of us. Then I put one hand at her waist, guiding her backward a couple of steps while the other hand went to her upper back, pushing her gently but urgently forward over the counter. She went willingly, our connection in the mirror sending an overwhelming thrill through both of us. Lust. Passion. Love. Adoration. I felt it all for her in that moment. She was everything in my entire world. And everything I felt I saw reflected back at me in her eyes.
She spread her legs, her look in the mirror at once inviting and imploring. I made quick work of my own pants and boxer shorts while she playfully wiggled her ass at me. Caught up in my lust for her, I didn't even bother to step out of them. Instead, I ran a hand over her ass with one hand while I used the other to guide my cock along her folds, coating it in the moisture there before working myself inside of her. Apparently, I was taking too long because she thrust back against me until I was fully sheathed in her. It was warm and fuckgood. I wondered briefly how I had gone so much of my life without this feeling. She consumed me, physically and otherwise. She surrounded me.
With our eyes connected I could see what every thrust did to her. I could watch the pleasure I gave her at the same time I saw my own face. I was a man deeply in love, and completely unraveled by this amazing creature. I looked it. "Look at us, baby," I leaned my body over hers so I could kiss her ear as I whispered to her.
"We're sublime," she said, a definite twinkle in her eye.
I reached around to cup her breasts, still covered in that lacy bra, and pulled her roughly against me. She whimpered in pleasure. "Magnificent," I agreed.
She gyrated her hips against me, causing me to utter a deep, guttural groan against her shoulder. "Bewitching."
I let one hand wander down to her clit and began to stroke her in time with my thrusts, faster and faster. The faces we made might have been comical, but in our little bubble, with the emotion of our connected bodies and souls, it was... awesome. Not the surfer dude kind of awesome, but the overwhelmingly reverent variety of awe. I smirked at her, watching her eyelids flutter as she struggled not to close her eyes against the emotions and the things I knew she was feeling. "Ravishing," I whispered, biting on her earlobe.
Her orgasm sent me straight over the edge and we came together
My legs began to tremble and I had to take my hands off of her to lean on the counter before I collapsed. I held myself close to her but not crushing her as I lay my head against her back, catching my breath. The skin of her back was damp against my cheek.
After a few moments like that she wiggled beneath me. I stood up straight again, keeping my arms on either side of her on the counter. She stood and spun around, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down to her. Between kisses she managed to hop up on the counter without injuring either of us.
Our kisses slowed as our tongues met, beginning a slow, sensual dance. As we kissed I kicked my pants off and away from where they had pooled around my ankles. Her hands went to my shirt, undoing the buttons without at an unhurried pace. I ran my hands up her side, enjoying the way her body shuddered pleasantly under my fingertips. My fingers traipsed along her spine and she whimpered against my lips. I unhooked her bra with one hand while the other went to her cheek, stroking her chin with my thumb.
We parted only long enough for us to shrug out of our remaining clothing. Her bra fell to the floor, joined shortly by my shirt and undershirt. She wrapped her legs around me as our lips found each other again. I slid my hands beneath her, pulling to me. When her arms were firmly around my neck again I lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom without breaking our kiss.
I laid her down on the huge, canopy bed. She reached out, clasping my hand as she scooted back. I understood. I didn't want to be apart from her right now. I wanted to be connected, in some way, at all times. She turned onto her side, her bedroom eyes hooded and tender, beckoning me to join her. I didn't hesitate. I climbed onto the bed and lay on my side by her, twining our legs together.
"Are you happy, Bella?" I asked her softly. Staring at her flushed pink face, with her hair wild around her and her shy smile, my happiness could very well choke me. But I knew she worried about us.
Instead of answering immediately she unwound her hand from mine and brought her fingers up to my face. She traced my features with gentle fingers, like she was marveling. My heartfelt full of hope and my love for her. "I don't think I'll ever be able to tell you how lucky I feel. That I get to be here with you. That you didn't give up on me... what I could have missed."
"You give me too much credit. I couldn't have stayed away from you if I tried. I'm lucky that I wore you down," I teased. Her fingers trailed over my lips and I grabbed her wrist to stop her movements. I kissed her fingertips reverently. "I love you, Bella," I told her for the first time.
Her breath caught and the smile that spread across her face was blinding. "I love you too."
I needed her again. Keeping her wrist in my hand, I wrapped my lips around her finger, taking it into my mouth and running my tongue over it. She gasped lightly, and I saw the glint in her eyes a second before she brought her knee up. She used the way our legs were tangled to her advantage, rubbing her knee gently against my budding erection.
After a few minutes of teasing hands and tongues, I rolled her onto her back and thrust myself inside of her for the second time that night. I whispered dirty things in her ear about how tight and wet and perfect she was. She gasped and made the most provocative noises as she moved with me. This woman drove me so wonderfully crazy.
We were so lost in each other that the sound of a LOT of people counting down startled us. "10-9-8." We looked at each other and giggled, her laughter doing tantalizing things to the way our bodies were connected. I moved in her faster. "7-6-5-4-3-2-1."
The noise outside coincided with the first of the fireworks going off. It was a fitting accompaniment to the intensity that was building in me. Bella had her arms around me and I felt her fingernails digging into the skin of my back as she arched up to meet my thrusts. We came together for the second time that night as the fireworks outside exploded in their grand finale.
It was, far and away, one of the most perfect moments of my life.
A/N: To my DizzyGrl28 who beta'ed this thing all through the night the night it was due. To CB for inspiring it. Much love!
So…she can do fluff. I know. It's weird. I think it's weird. This was my first longer story that I did in first person PoV. That was an interesting experience for sure.
Melly has been bugging me to do a smut-tastic Disneyland sex outtake for this story. Since I'm a pain in the ass, Melly usually gets what she wants…sooooo if you're interested in that, let me know.
Just let me know what you thought! You know you always make my day when you do.