Author's note: Hi everyone! I'm back with this little sequel to Pheromones that's been plaguing but eluding me for a few months. It's meant to be fun and light, but I have some ideas that could evolve into something more intense. We'll see. For now it'll be a two or three chapter fic. Enjoy, and please review!
Warning: This fic is rated M for mature content, for adult readers only.
"Do we really have to go?" I whined like a toddler as Edward held open the door of his brand new Volvo for me to sit on the passenger seat.
"Yes, love," he said patiently for the fifth time, bending over me and kissing me before rushing to the driver's seat. "You know we need to keep up the pretense, and going to high school will allow us to live here for about a decade."
"But high school, Edward?" I was in a really foul mood today.
"You need to graduate, love," he reminded me with his panty-melting crooked smile, his golden eyes twinkling. "You, unlike us, need to obtain your certificate for the first time."
"I graduated from Forks," I muttered petulantly, averting my gaze from his delicious body. He knew the power he had over me and used it shamefully to get his way with me.
"You graduated while homeschooled," he corrected gently as he followed Emmett's Jeep towards our doom, our new high school in Whitehorse. "Nothing like graduating directly with all your schoolmates."
"Says the vampire who graduated fifteen times already," I grumbled, crossing my arms in front of me.
"Bella," he sighed, giving up his hope of cheering me up and running a hand through his wild bronze hair. "Please, love."
"I know," I whispered, hanging my head. "I'm sorry, my love. I can't help it."
"Are you truly miserable?" he asked me seriously, parking next to Emmett, a little away from the high school entrance.
I shook my head as I watched Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie exiting the Jeep and patiently waiting for us. They knew I found it hard to be back to school, and to live under the same roof as them. I loved them, but I missed my alone days with my husband in Alaska and Ireland. Not to mention the fact that I would have to pretend that Edward and I weren't married. We would be starting as sophomores, too young to be the newlyweds we still were after fifteen years of marriage. My mood plummeted even more, and Jasper shot a look my way, his eyebrow rising. Edward heaved another sigh and put his hand on my crossed arms.
"We don't have to do this, love," he told me softly. "If you don't want to go to school, we'll just go back to the house and pretend to be homeschooled again."
I shook my head. "I'll be fine, Edward. Let's do this."
I had to get a grip. I was a Cullen now, and I had to start acting like one. Edward gave me a kiss and an encouraging smile while caressing my arms. Were I human, I would have goosebumps all over my body. Being a vampire, sparks of electricity flew everywhere on my skin, making me shiver in desire. I wanted him. Here. Now.
"Later, love," he said, a smirk appearing on his handsome face. "Trust me, I want to."
"Do you read my mind?" I asked playfully, knowing full well that I hadn't lowered my shield to share my thoughts with him.
"Your mind, no. Your body, yes."
I licked my lips in anticipation, and he groaned faintly. "Bella, love, we're going to be late on our first day. I promise you I'll make it up to you later."
"You'd better, husband of mine," I said as we exited the Volvo under the amused stares of Emmett and Alice and the concerned ones of Jasper and Rosalie. "And I'm talking about before the end of classes, Edward Anthony Masen."
He shot me a loaded glance, his devilish smile in place, and I shivered again. Janitor's closet, 12 pm, I thought hungrily, lowering my shield.
"It's a date," he murmured while grabbing our bags and following our siblings to the gate. "We need to hurry, now."
We walked at a fast pace to the hall where all students were assembled, and soon were dispatched in our respective classes. Carlisle had done well, Edward and I shared most of our classes, but the first one we were apart. However I was with Alice, so it wasn't bad.
"How are you doing, Bella?" she asked me as we took seats in the back of the English class.
I shrugged. She nodded in understanding. She knew that I didn't want to go back to school, but I was the only one. Our family had been apart for a decade in Ireland, and we had missed each other, even though we spent almost all of our weekends together. Nothing like living together in the same house. But I was a little bitter. My alone time with Edward had diminished drastically, and I wasn't ready to share him with anybody yet. The family I could tolerate, of course, but hundreds of hormonal, whiny teenagers?
I sighed heavily. Alice grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. "Everything will be fine, Bella, and you'll be with him again in fifty-seven minutes."
"I know," I said, ignoring the stares we were under from everywhere in the room. "But it's hard, Alice."
"What is?" she inquired kindly, wanting me to get it off my chest.
"I'll probably sound like a spoiled, ungrateful child, but I don't care," I admitted at last, fidgeting with my pencil case, mindful of my strength. "I'm not ready to be back to a normal, human routine. I don't want to share Edward with the world around me. I never get enough of him, and because we can't act as married people here, I'm unhappy. I don't want to witness all the girls around throwing themselves at him. I..."
She squeezed m hand harder, and I confessed shamefully my deeper feelings. "I need him all the time, Alice. I need to make love to him several times a day, and for days on end. I find it hard to be apart from him for more than a few hours. Since we came here a week ago, Edward and I tried to tone down our desire, with all of you around. But I..."
I couldn't say it, but Alice nodded. "Say it, Bella."
"It hurts," I whispered, knowing that the humans couldn't hear us, even though they were still eyeing us like freaks and straining to eavesdrop on our conversation. "I still hurt like mad when we're apart. Just like before my change."
"Does Edward know?" she asked knowingly.
"No," I shook my head, hoping against hope that my loving husband was far enough not to hear. But I felt better at confessing the truth. I had hid my pain from him the handful of times we'd been apart during all those years, however I knew that he suspected something. He was always extra gentle and mindful when he ran back to me, caressing me and making love to me as soon as we could. "He suspects that I'm hiding something, but he never pushed for me to tell. I don't want to strip him from his freedom to do something on his own from time to time, like I know he would stop himself from doing because of me. So I grit my teeth and endure, Alice. But it's hard."
"You're in pain right now," she said. It wasn't a question.
"Yes," I admitted quietly as the teacher made his entrance. "But I'll be okay."
"Yes, you will," she smiled happily, her eyes slightly unfocused. A good vision of Edward and me, I hoped, even if the thought of Alice seeing our private moments was still disturbing. But after all, we all heard each other go at it every night, so I was used to the lack of privacy by now.
English slugged by. I didn't bother to take notes, eyes wandering out the window, and the teacher tried a few times to catch me not listening. Unluckily for him, my vampire mind allowed me to focus the majority of my attention on everything but his dull lecture while still recording his monotonous drone, so I answered right every time. He huffed every time after that. He and I wouldn't be friends, obviously, but I couldn't care less. I missed Edward. My insides were on fire at the end of the class, and I ran outside at the first tremor of the bell.
Edward was already in the hallway, waiting for me, his eyes tight with concern. He had heard everything, I should've known. I ran into his arms and hugged him tightly, and heaved a sigh as the pain receded before vanishing completely. "Bella, I'm so sorry," he whispered, kissing my hair and running his hands on my arms. "I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm all right, Edward," I told him as I stepped back and led him towards our Biology class. We loved the subject, and it brought back so much memories. Some good, others not so much. "And I didn't want you to worry or stop yourself from having fun without me. You need boy time, my love, just like I need girl time."
"I can't do this," he shook his head as Alice walked past us with a gentle pat on our shoulder. "I can't come in here every day and leave you hurting, Bella."
"It's not so bad, Edward, I promise you," I told him earnestly, locking eyes with his sorrowful ones. "I can live without you for an hour at a time."
"No, my love," I cut him with a kiss, and he groaned in defeat against my lips. I had lowered my shield, and he knew my determination. Now that we were back to school, we wouldn't quit. Rosalie needed to settle down, and she wouldn't forgive us if we left. Carlisle too, even though he was tense at work, since some nurses working with him clearly didn't understand the concept of being happily married.
We made our way to the Biology class and took seats in the back, as usual. Edward grunted, a wince on his face, as we sat down. "The gossip is starting," he whispered under his breath.
"Let me guess," I said, unconcerned. "We're unnaturally pale freaks who are clearly living doing incest and they shouldn't approach us."
"As usual, you're a better mind reader than I am," he chuckled, his good mood returning now that he was sitting right next to me, our shoulders and arms touching, and our hands intertwined under the desk.
"No, it's just that my interactions with stupid, clueless teenagers are more recent than yours," I shrugged, wanting badly to kiss him.
His eyes smoldered. I didn't hide my thoughts from him, and his hand gripped me harder. "What do you say about us skipping French and Math?" he asked me lowly, his voice husky and his eyes darkening.
"Sounds good," I nodded with a mischievous smile, desire lacing through me. I craved him, again. I needed him more than I needed blood. I couldn't function without him. And I knew that it was the same for him, even if he had a much better self control than me.
"Janitor's closet?" he asked me, licking his lips, and I swallowed back down a moan with difficulty. "He won't be here until two pm."
"Oh yes," I approved as the teacher strode to her desk, surveying her students with a bitter expression on her face. "Lunch time wouldn't be enough."
"I agree," he said, frowning a little at the brunette woman writing her name on the chalkboard.
"What's the matter with her?" I hissed, too low to be heard by human ears.
"She's just been dumped by the Math teacher, who played with her while still married to his wife during these last two years. She's angry and unhappy. She wants to leave town," he explained with a pained expression.
I nodded in understanding, compassion for the woman filling me, and I tried to focus on the subject at hand, my gorgeous husband caressing my thigh non-stop.
The hour passed quickly, then Edward led me to a secluded corridor, and through a metal door. The moment he closed the door behind us, I attacked him. In less than three seconds our clothes were lying on the concrete floor, and we were wrestling for each other's lips, our hands flying.
We didn't waste any time with foreplay, I was wet for him, he knew it, and his cock was deliciously standing at attention. So he grabbed my thighs, heaved me upwards and entered me swiftly with one hard thrust, pinning me against the bare wall next to the brooms. I hardly stifled my scream, and he hastily covered my lips with his, swallowing my moans as he thrust hard and fast inside of me. The first orgasm came mere seconds later, and I let out a cry of pleasure that even he couldn't keep contained. He came inside of me right after that, and it was my turn to swallow his roar of pleasure.
He took me like this several times, making me see stars every time, and then I pushed him on the floor, straddling him. The closet was narrow but deep, so Edward's long frame fit without him having to bend his knees. I rode him hard, lost in his onyx gaze as he growled and snarled under me, lavishing my breasts and biting my neck and shoulders. I cried out his name a time or ten, unable to restrain myself, and he moaned mine a few times.
I lost count of my orgasms after the fourteenth, and finally collapsed on him, our chests heaving, panting loudly. As vampires, we could make love continually without pause, but even strong immortals needed some break after mind-blowing orgasms like ours. I lay my head on his toned chest, playing with the light hair there while he caressed the long tendrils of my hair. Words were unnecessary. I was talking to him with my thoughts, and he was purring contentedly in response. Then all of a sudden I came back to reality as I heard a shuffle of feet outside.
"Edward?" I hissed in alarm, raising my head and locking eyes with him. "Are we busted?"
"Yes," he chuckled, amused. "Our frustrated Biology teacher is outside. She's been listening to us making love for the last three times in a row, and she's angry and jealous like you wouldn't believe. She'll take us to the Principal's office."
I groaned, my head dropping back on his chest. "Esme's going to kill us."
"No, she won't," he said, still laughing under his breath. "She got called countless times for Emmett and Rosalie, and she never laid a finger on them. She'll try to scold us, but in reality she'll be on cloud nine. She's waited so much time for me to find someone to love. And even after fifteen years of you and me being married, she's still enthusiastic about our relationship. Trust me, she'll fight her laugh."
"Oh, well, I guess it's not so bad, then," I shrugged, not wanting to move.
"We've got to put our clothes on," Edward said with a sigh, sitting up and kissing me. "She'll knock on the door in about twenty seconds."
"Okay," I said as we jumped to our feet and were fully dressed in less than five seconds. I couldn't help a last kiss for my wonderful husband. "I love you, Edward."
"I love you so much, Bella," he said, his eyes back to their gorgeous golden hue and smoldering. I nearly whimpered. The need of him had abated but not vanished. It never would. He pecked my lips lightly. "After school, love, I'll make you mine again."
"Until tomorrow morning," I vowed as we heard footsteps coming closer. Edward opened the door and acted surprised at seeing our teacher scowling at us.
"Mr Masen, Miss McCarty," she said, appraising us with a furious glare. "What exactly were you doing in here?"
"We were having sex, Ms Lennon," I said bluntly, watching Edward's lips twitching in amusement from the corner of my eyes.
"And do you think this is the time and place for that?" she seethed, a hungry spark in her withering stare.
I shrugged. "We can't help it," Edward said truthfully. "We're in love."
"Well, skipping classes and admitting to having sex is no appropriate behaviour within these walls, Mr Masen!" Ms Lennon spat. "Follow me to Mrs Jennings' office."
We walked hand in hand behind her, hardly stifling our chuckles. Edward was almost shaking with glee. I knew that he had never been caught behaving inappropriately during all these years alone, and now that we were together, he could be the teenager he never was at last. I, for my part, had no parents to scold or ground me anymore, and I knew that Carlisle and Esme wouldn't even try. We were not children. A fleeting thought about my late father's reaction made my dead heart aching for a second, but I quickly dismissed it. Charlie was dead, and I led my life as I saw fit.
When our teacher knocked and opened the door of the Principal's office, Mrs Jennings, I was surprised to see Emmett and Rosalie sitting along the wall, a sheepish expression on their faces. Edward tried to cough to hide his laughter, but it didn't work quite right.
"Something funny, Mr Masen?" Mrs Jenning asked from behind her huge desk, a grey-haired, no-nonsense woman with a tweed costume and hard features. He shook his head. "What happened, Ms Lennon?"
"I caught them having sex in the janitor's closet, Mrs Jennings," our Biology teacher said smugly, looking haughty now.
"Like these two," Mrs Jennings said severely, gesturing at our siblings who were trying to stifle their smirks, like us.
Where? I thought to Edward as we sat on the bench opposite of them.
"Biology room," Edward hissed, eyes sparkling with mischief. Emmett grinned, and Rosalie focused on her nails, the corners of her mouth twitching.
"You should be ashamed, all of you," Mrs Jennings thundered as Mrs Lennon left the room, looking better and not so bitter now that she had caught us. "Mr Masen, Miss McCarty, Mr McCarty and Miss Whitlock, I expect that such reprehensible behaviour will not happen again within these walls. You are in a high school, not your bedrooms. I called your foster mother, and she wasn't sounding happy."
Edward looked further amused, no doubt listening to the Principal's conversation with Esme, so I knew we wouldn't get so bad a time. Then I heard Alice and Jasper at the end of the hallway with another human, and this time Edward burst out laughing. I couldn't believe that all of us were going to wait for Esme in the Principal's office, and from Edward's reaction, I knew that the way my sister and older brother had gotten into trouble was worth listening to.
"Mr Masen, this is not funny!" Mrs Jennings snapped, rising to her feet.
"I'm sorry, Mrs Jennings," he said, trying to regain composure between snorts of laughter as someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," Mrs Jennings exhaled, suddenly looking tired.
A disheveled man entered the room, followed by Alice and Jasper who were trying to look contrite but failing miserably. "Mrs Jennings?" the man asked in a high-pitched, nasal voice.
"Not again," Mrs Jennings sighed as she sat back down, rubbing her face with her hands. "Don't tell me that these two were having sex somewhere too, Mr Morris!"
"No," the man squealed as Alice came to sit next to me on the bench, Jasper on her other side. "They made fun of me, Mrs Jennings!"
Alice's eyebrows furrowed. She spoke before Mrs Jennings could. "I only told Mr Morris in a very respectful way that his outfit was mismatched and that he ought to dress according to modern standards," she quipped, looking annoyed. "I wasn't making fun of him at all."
And even I, the fashion hater, couldn't help but notice that Alice was right. This portly man was looking like a clown in golf trousers with socks stretched to the knee, Birkenstocks and a frack jacket over a hideous orange dress shirt. He was a sight for sore eyes, indeed.
"You don't tell me what to wear!" Mr Morris spat, beet red. "You told me in front of the whole class, Miss Brandon!"
"I couldn't help it," Alice said, showing some remorse. "It shocked me. I'm sorry, Mr Morris."
"And Mr Whitlock?" Mrs Jennings asked, looking tired after only half a day of school.
"He defended her!" Mr Morris cried, hands raising in exasperation.
"I only told him that no man in his right mind has worn golf trousers since the 1950's," Jasper explained calmly, making us snort in laughter. "And that the 1970's orange shirt belonged to disco parties but not school days."
"You hear?!"Mr Morris wailed, acting like a hurt diva and making us laugh even more. "Is this a respectful behaviour?"
"No, it seems not," Mrs Jennings sighed, "although they might have a point, Mr Morris. I'll have them punished."
He looked offended but left without a word, slamming the door behind him. I couldn't help my giggles, and all my siblings either, then we abruptly stopped. Five seconds later another soft knock echoed in the room, and I exchanged a loaded glance with my brothers and sisters and husband.
"Come in," Mrs Jennings said, shooting us a disapproving look.
The door opened, and I gasped. Esme was standing there, looking mad and surveying us with a furious glare, making me hang my head in shame. "Crap," we all hissed lowly.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Next chapter will be in Esme's point of view. Interested? ;) Please review!