Author: FictionFreak95 PM
In the small town of Madisonville, LA, Bella Swan has spent her entire life seeing things before they happen. Until Him. How do you stay out of someone's life when it keeps flashing before your eyes on a daily basis? AH,BxE, slightly supernatural.Rated: Fiction M - English - Mystery/Drama - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 28 - Words: 172,265 - Reviews: 5,035 - Favs: 3,018 - Follows: 2,298 - Updated: 03-05-13 - Published: 01-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7705638
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A/N: Thanks go out to Sue Bee for her beta fairy skills and Kim N Corie for making their eyes bleed by reading this over the ridiculous number of times I asked them to. And to Troublefollows, for looking at this with a blind eye during her "free time"... just to curb my paranoia.
Side note: Funny how no matter how many times I do this, I'm still nervous about posting that first chapter.
~ BLIND SPOT ~
~***~ Prologue ~***~
I'd barely heard much less understood the words I was being asked to repeat, but two of them, for sure, I knew by heart.
By my heart.
You may now kiss your bride.
A lingering kiss and a wandering hand told me that his needs matched my own and I smiled against his lips for letting himself feel it.
Clapping and cheering, teasing and laughter erupted from all around us as we turned to face the world together. The scattered faces of those in attendance seemed so happy to take part in the ceremony. So happy for us.
An official declaration of matrimony followed by hurried footsteps through a crowd tossing rice and blowing bubbles and the rest was just a blur that I hardly remember.
It all happened in fast forward and I hoped someone was getting it all on video.
The car ride away from it all was swift, as though it wasn't even happening. While I watched the landscape speed by, my mind began to leave me but his words sent shivers up my spine, bringing me back to him.
His voice was low and needy, rough and sultry as he teased, "You're mine, now."
I always was.
The illumination of a soft glow shimmered from one of the windows as we approached our new home. I felt the anticipation of what was about to take place when he opened the door for us, whisking me up into his arms to carry me across the threshold.
His smile was disarming. His lips even more so as they traveled along my jaw, underneath the soft curls that dangled against the back of my neck, then finally, near the upward tilted corners of my mouth. He was everywhere.
Soft fabrics surrounded us in the bedroom. In our bed. I couldn't quite make the colors out, but they felt like deep purples and reds and sheer curtains rippled from the breeze flowing into the room as though reaching out to me..
Gently scented candles flickered and danced, invading my senses, romanticizing the mood. As though it needed any help.
"I want you."
You have me. Forever.
The dress I'd worn was gone and his black suit as well as he hovered above me, placing soft, tender, needy kisses, much like he was following a map of some sort to my lips.
The backs of his fingers moved lightly against hardened nipples… down along the dip between my breasts, slowing against my belly, stopping only when he found the wetness that was a direct reaction to his touch.
To everything about him.
Slight wrinkles appeared at the edges of his eyes when he smiled down at me and my heart wanted to burst from the intensity of what he was conveying in that smile.
I knew him.
Better than he knew himself.
"I'll always protect you."
From what? I wondered, but not for long.
His fingers did things I'd never known fingers could do before and when he entered me, I gasped from the overwhelming bliss of it all.
"So good," at my ear, as the stubble from his beard scratched lightly against my cheek.
I agree. So good.
Soft, desperate whispers raised goose flesh along my shoulders, traveling quickly down my back and experienced hands guided my body, leaving me completely breathless underneath him.
"I will always love you."
I'll hold you to that.
He pushed into me deep and I met him, hungry for more of him.
My orgasm began and I begged him to stay this time as the moments escaped us.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I came. I couldn't even begin to stifle the sounds I let out as his strong arms surrounded me, making promises I knew better than to hold true.
Soft touches receded.
The scents abandoned me.
And then he was gone.
My eyes were damp when I awoke, my hand grasping at the hot spot between my legs where I'd just cum harder for an imaginary man than for any real live person I'd ever afforded the opportunity and as consciousness crept back, I reminded myself that it was just a dream.
I breathed in and out. Or tried to, at least, as I rolled over, peering out of my bedroom window at the morning as it peeked through the trees. Just like every other time I'd had the dream, I attempted to recollect the details, but it was useless.
I'd been having the damned thing off and on for weeks. Every time he'd haunt me, I'd wake up with my fingers completing the actions he committed inside my mind and every morning I tried to envision him, to remember him. Anything about him.
I could never really make out his face, though, only his voice. Sort of. What I'd imagined it sounded like that is, and just thinking of in the conscious world made me shiver underneath the covers.
Then another voice disrupted my morning ritual of late.
Even from down the stairs and outside, I could hear my grandmother calling me, clear as day, and I forced myself out of the warmth of my bed with a stretch and a yawn.
I didn't bother looking at the time, Gran was my alarm clock.
I peered down at her from my window and watched her for a moment, recalling her words of wisdom from over the years. She'd always told me to listen to my dreams, to try and hear what they were telling me, but honestly, what could a re-occurring sex dream be trying to tell me other than "Wow, Bella, you really need to get laid"?
When she caught me spying down at her, she summoned me in her typical Gran way, with two fingers placed strategically inside her lips and a whistle that was louder than those old air raid sirens from back in the fifties.
I rolled my eyes and smiled, waving to her to let her know I'd be down soon to help with breakfast. Then I pushed the stranger from my dreams out of my head as I made for the shower and decided to begin my day trying to focus on the positives of waking up via orgasm as opposed to feeling remorse over never actually knowing the man who only visited me in my subconscious.
I mean, after all, men like that didn't really exist anyway.
Not in my town.
Trust me, I'd looked.
A/N: Song inspiration = Beautiful Disaster by John McLaughlin... "she would change everything for Happy Ever After"
Kay, so... after reading the summary and this prologue, you might be thinking to yourself (then again, maybe not)... What up Jo? So I thought I'd just premise with a little FYI for you... this is a little bit'o'everything to me... It's definitely all human, with just a sprinkling of a slightly gifted Bella on top. And maybe a few other "things" here and there.
Hope you likey.
Link to the blog for teasers, music, stuff like that is in my profile page. Subscribe if ya wanna... follow even. You might get some fun little extra's there too. If you're into that sort of thing.
BellaFlan and I posted a collaboration of sorts for the Texas Wild Fire's compilation. We're posting it publicly today on our profiles if you're interested in checking it out. It's called "Penal Code"... what?
BIG LOVE & thanks so much for reading!