|Fade Into You
Author: RCD-Alice PM
A different kind of message in a bottle. More like a letter in a Starbucks comfy cushion. Is it fate? ExB AU/AH Canon. Slight OOC M to be safe *wink*Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Edward & Bella - Chapters: 28 - Words: 92,322 - Reviews: 1,550 - Favs: 873 - Follows: 891 - Updated: 02-03-11 - Published: 05-31-10 - id: 6014591
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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight; I just make Steph Meyer's characters a little emo. I also don't own Starbucks. If I did, I'd be a lot richer and a lot less jaded.
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The song for this chapter is in the chapter itself.
I woke up to a wonderful lump of heat tucked into me. I warmed me up through and through and I tugged it closer. At first, I thought I was dreaming. It was a very good dream and I didn't want to wake up. Keeping my eyes closed, I fell back to sleep with a wonderful sense of euphoria washing through me.
The warmth had shifted and wrapped itself around me. It smelled amazing, all sweet and innocent and full of love. It had moved itself between my knees and cocooned me in its bliss. Who would want to wake up from something so brilliant, so once again, I didn't.
It came out in a whisper, an unfinished thought and beckoned me to open my eyes as warm breath fanned across my face. I was met with heavily closed eyelids and a content sleepy smile across my girls face. My fucking angel.
We did it. We were living together and this wasn't a dream. I know it seems strange that I would be so confused seeing as how often we had slept in the same bed before, but this was the first time that we were surrounded by things that belonged to both of us. Maybe it was the scent of her things that had heightened my emotions, I don't know. Or maybe it was the fact that she had her head on her pillow in my bed. It was almost too much to bear.
I'd lost count, though. How many times she said my name in her sleep. I had counted through my dreams and continued on since, but somewhere along the way I had lost count. I had realized somewhere along the line that they weren't meant to be counted. It was like those credit card commercials.
Buying Bella dinner: Fifty dollars.
A necklace for her birthday: Two hundred and fifty dollars.
A new bed: Twelve hundred dollars.
Hearing Bella say my name in her sleep: Priceless and fucking countless.
I propped myself up on one elbow and watched her sleep, suppressing the urge to touch her. The urge to run my fingers through her hair and wake her. As those thoughts were running through my head, she let out a tiny fucking whimper and ground herself into me.
Well fuck me. There was no way I was about to take advantage of her like this. Not like this, but she was making it hard, and by it, yes I do mean Herman, and my willpower was slipping. I slowly pulled away from her, feeling bad about it and went for my morning ritual of shit, shower and shave. Put on the coffee, maybe try and make my girl breakfast in bed, that is if she stayed there.
I showered quickly not wanting to waste any time, and shaved even quicker nicking myself once. It would have to do. After turning of the coffee, the only reasonable way to start a day, I opened the fridge finding that we were going to have to do some grocery shopping. Resorting to cereal with milk and a banana, I chopped up the fruit, divided it between the bowls and scrounged in my cupboards until I found the tray I knew my mother had given me for some damn reason. I'd never been so happy I'd kept it before this moment.
On my way up the stairs I heard faint music and it sounded like Kings of Leon maybe. Not really sure. They weren't my favorite band, to be honest. When I got to the top of the stairs, I noticed I had left the door slightly ajar and I figured that's why she had woken. Heard me in the kitchen or smelled the coffee.
I toed the door open a little further and nearly dropped my tray in the middle of the entryway.
Bella was standing with her back to me swaying to the music and I could faintly hear her singing along.
Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching
All the commotion, the kiddies like play
Has people talking, talking
You, your sex is on fire
The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying
She was just swaying so gracefully, dancing like no one was watching. And in truth, for all she knew nobody was watching, but this was too beautiful. Bella could move her hips and her hands were in all the right places and she hummed like an angel
Herman was at the plate and ready to bat. Kind of embarrassing, actually.
The lyrics, they didn't fucking help either. I quietly cleared my throat behind her and chuckled when she startled. The song was still playing in the background softly but she looked at me like a nervous kitten. Understandably so. My Bella was never one to be so candid about things in front of others. Not even me.
Her blush colored her cheeks and moved down towards her chest as I set the tray on the bedside table and stepped in front of her to take both of her hands in mine. I could feel the smile on my face stretched wide across as I squeezed her fingers and leaned in to kiss her chastely. As I pulled back and still heard the song in the background, she looked up at me with apprehension in her eyes. I smiled at her and wrapped my arms around her waist swaying to the music as she rested her head on my chest.
I could feel her hips move slightly and I closed my eyes against the light filtering in the room to better hear the music and feel the movements.
"That was…" I was at a loss for words. Trying to come up with the right combination to do any justice at all to her beauty and grace was disarming. "You are so gorgeous, my pretty girl"
She smiled up at me, her blush still reddening her cheeks as I kissed her forehead and swayed us slowly back and forth, the song coming to a close. I didn't want to let go, though. I felt as though if I let go, the moment would end and we would be thrust back into reality. Not that reality wasn't wonderful or anything, but this right here was magical.
"We have to get the house in order today…" She murmured to me, looking away as if embarrassed. I decided that she probably didn't need me bringing any more attention to what I had caught her doing, so I tilted her face upwards, gave her a soft kiss and agreed with her.
We had gotten most of the furniture and boxes sorted out already, but there were a few finishing touches that we needed to add. I was more than willing to allow her to add any piece of her she wished into my home. We needed to sort out her books, get them all in place where she wanted them, things like that.
"Before we do anything," I looked over at the nightstand remembering why I had been up before her in the first place, "It might be slightly cold, but you need to get back into bed so I can serve you your breakfast there." I gave her a little wink and she laughed quietly and looked down.
I was unwilling in a lot of ways to let her go, so I simply walked us back to the bed until the backs of her knees touched it and then sat her down ordering her to get comfy again. Once she was, I situated her food in front of her, grabbed my own and made myself comfortable in my spot right next to her.
She smiled over at me and I smiled back at her watching as she took her first bite of food, closing her eyes and letting loose a purely innocent moan of pleasure. Oh the things that food could do to a person. I took a bite of my own and was quite proud to say that I had done a pretty damn good job.
"How do you feel this morning?" I asked her after swallowing a bite, hoping that she had no regrets about the previous evening. She blushed and looked away, but looking at her profile, I could see the smile stretched across her lips and knew that I was home free.
"I feel like a new person," she quietly answered. "I feel absolutely wonderful, actually"
I chuckled to myself before saying a quiet "Me too," to myself
Months later, Bella and I had come to a routine. We tried what she wanted, when she wanted it, and some nights we just cuddled together. To be honest, those were my favorite nights. Nothing beats the feeling of having the girl you love pressed up against your every part and her little fingers soothing whatever piece of you they may touch.
During the day, she would do her school work, I would go to work, and come home to cooked food and a clean house. It was almost as if I already had a wife. There were days that Bella would accompany me to the bookstore. She loved to read, and I loved to indulge her. It was a perfect combination, really. She would go and get coffees for us, find a book to read and curl up in a chair and read it as the day blew by.
We started doing things with Ben and Angela more often, and even my idiot family came along. Things were no longer tense. We had all met the one that had completed us and it was finally all fucking real.
One night, we had a movie night at Emmett's place. I laughed and shook my head when Alice picked the Sound of Music and Emmett went apeshit. It didn't go exactly as I had dreamt it, but it came awfully close. It ended with Bella and I retreating back to our place, which was so much better than deciding which bed to go to, as we had to in my dream.
Bella finished her year of school and decided that for the next term she would actually try going to University instead. Jasper agreed and thought that it might be a good idea if he tried as well. He was still a fickle mother fucker, but I was pretty sure that 'Alice the Disorganized' was doing a good job of taming the OCD beast that he was. Alice never changed a bit. She still left her shit everywhere, forgot where she put her keys, put movies back in the wrong spot and cooked the weirdest food. You know what, though? I am almost positive that it made Jasper love her even more.
Emmett and Rosalie complimented each other nicely. Though they had the most volatile relationship I had ever seen, they seemed very happy. Maybe happy wasn't the word. They were two people that you would never leave your children alone with that were now expecting one of their own. That's right. Crazy bitch Rosalie was expecting a child with my brother, and as far as I could tell, they were pretty fucking stoked about it. It was still on the down low, however as they were trying to figure out if their shotgun wedding should be an event or a shotgun.
Everybody was exactly where they belonged.
I remember the night Bella and I first made love perfectly. It started out as a cuddling night, turned into a night of exploration, and ended with two sweaty panting bodies laying side by side in bliss. It wasn't perfect, in the sense of the word, but it was perfect for us.
I was slightly awkward, as I always fucking was and she was nervous as could be. I whispered in her ear how I felt about her and it fueled the fire like no other time. She was ready, as was I
We were a tangled mess, slick and sweaty. Clothes scattered everywhere, our limbs entangled within each others. Our breath mingling together in heated pants and whispers.
"I love what you do to me." I told her between kisses and touches.
"Make me yours, Edward. Please."
I couldn't resist her, and I couldn't stand to hear her beg. It made something inside of me snap. I wanted everything for her.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
I'm sure my answering smile blinded her as I once again descended upon her attaching my mouth to hers and letting my right hand wander south as my left slowly caressed her beautiful peaks. Upon further inspection in her softest area, I found her to be more than ready with a breathy moan escaping through her beautiful lips as I touched her there.
"Baby, this might hurt." I told her looking her deep in the eyes and she nodded. I readied her with my fingers, stretching her as much as I could and then removed them. Settling between her legs, I took each of her hands in mine, and leaned back to view her splayed out before me. God my girl was pretty.
"You're so pretty, you know that?" I Leaned down kissed her and slowly moved inside.
I was so lost in Bella, watching her emotions, the pain, the love, the pleasure, that I wasn't even aware of my surroundings. I kissed her hard and steadied myself once I was inside. She winced slightly but seemed alright otherwise.
"You good baby?"
"Yes." Her eyes conveyed the truth, so I started to move gently inside of her, learning what made her tick.
Bella wasn't speaking. I looked to her to see her with her eyes closed, mouth slightly open and writhing beneath me.
This being our first time, and my sweetheart being so freaking tight, I was already ready to explode inside of her. This wasn't going to last long at all. My baby girl was so turned on that I was pretty sure even she would climax this first time together. I could feel her muscles clenching slightly as she tried her hardest to keep herself still. I was nearing it with her and finding it hard to hold on. She was whispering nonsensical nothings and I was smothering her body in my own.
"I love you."
She gasped and moved and clutched to my fingers and I clumsily erupted inside of her. Finally, the sounds around me came back to me as I slumped down peppering my baby girls face with kisses and showing her all the love I had for her.
That was our first, and definitely not our last time.
Chapter Notes: As you can tell, the story is just about at it's end, as it has been for awhile. I promise the next update will not take as long.