A/N I needed something fun to write and this came to my mind after I attended a Passion Party at a friend's house. It just seems like the kind of thing that Alice & Rosalie would do and I thought that it would have interesting implications in Bella and Edward's relationship… I hope you enjoy this as much as I will. This is my first attempt at humorous fan fiction…
Alice put the finishing touches on my appearance. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and even I had to admit that I looked better when I put an effort into taking care of my appearance. I knew that the one person who really mattered to me would appreciate the way I was dressed most of all. Edward was going to love it.
My soon to be sister-in-law dressed me in a dark blue cotton top with a delicate light blue lace neckline drawing attention to the hint of the curvature of my breasts. The linen khaki shorts made my legs look smooth and much longer.
Ever since Edward and I had announced our engagement, Alice had insisted on dressing me. "Now that you are officially becoming a Cullen, you must dress the part. Consider this a part of your 'Cullenization'."
Really, it hadn't been that bad. Alice had given me more input into the style that I was wearing; the clothes just had to be stylish and high quality. They insisted on paying for everything, of course. Carlisle took me aside the morning after Edward and I got engaged and handed me my own credit card. He explained that each child had access to dozens of off-shore accounts and that we were expected to use the money to enrich our lives and the lives of those that we loved. He explained that besides the enjoyment Alice got from shopping it helped her to cope with the life that she had lost before she became a vampire. He encouraged me to use the card to take care of things that needed to be taken care of before my transformation and to use it to enjoy life while I still could. Begrudgingly I accepted. I really had no other choice.
The only significant problem that came with my new look was the complete blurring of Edward's physical boundaries that had kept us safe for so long. Ever since that day in the meadow, when I had stopped Edward from making love with me, Edward had been pushing the limits of my willpower. It was really hard for me to turn him down time and time again. Each make-out session left a gnawing hunger deep in the pit of my stomach. It was a hunger that no food could fill; only Edward could provide me that kind of relief. With a month and a half left until the wedding I was going crazy with sexual frustration.
Edward knocked on Alice's bedroom door. "Are you dressed yet?"
"Yes you may come in!" I was buckling my wedge sandals to my ankles in the closet.
"Darn it, I was hoping to get a look at your incredible body."
Edward rounded the corner into the closet and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. I blushed at the lust in his topaz eyes. Edward had me in his arms before I could prepare myself. The tips of his cold fingers traced the neckline of my tank top, dipping slightly beneath the fabric to brush the tops of my breasts.
"Oh Bella," he moaned seductively. His lips found my earlobe. He planted gentle kisses along my jaw and a more passionate kiss on my lips. "Are you sure you want to wait another month and a half?"
My body was screaming no. My breasts ached to feel his body pressed against them, my own arousal scented the air with a musky sweet perfume that Edward inhaled deeply. Yet with all of this, my heart knew the right thing to do and somehow I mustered the courage to say no. "Edward, we have to stop."
My voice was weak, my breath was labored, my chest was heaving, but I managed to stop us from continuing as far as both Edward and I would enjoy.
Edward backed away respectfully but the lust and ache in his eyes conveyed his feelings openly. "I love you Bella."
"I know you do baby, I love you too." The sexual tension between the two of us was palpable. Every part of my body wanted him, every nerve was on end aching for him to touch me and fulfill the dreams that had flooded my sleep ever since I met him. I wanted to join with him completely and I needed some relief.
"You look amazing." Edward leaned into kiss me; his hands wound their way around my neck pulling me in close. His hands wandered from my neck down my back, settling on my butt. Gripping my backside, pulling my hips closer than ever, I felt Edward's erection pressed firmly against my thigh. Against my better judgment, I moaned.
Edward's right hand slid up under my shirt. My breath became ragged, my chest heaving as Edward's ice cold fingers brushed the seam of my bra. My nipples were rock hard with arousal and just the brush of his fingers sent electricity down my body. I couldn't stop now; he had pushed past my stopping point. My hands began to tear his shirt open, the buttons of his shirt popped open, a few falling noisily to the ground. Edward leaned his head back and moans. His hands on my back pulled me in close, our bodies meshed together so tight that I doubt a piece of paper could come between us.
Suddenly Alice's high soprano voice cleared her throat. "Excuse me; I'd rather you didn't do this in my closet. And besides, Esme and Carslile want to see you downstairs."
Alice's sudden appearance made me shriek and I jumped apart from Edward. My face had never gone through more shades of red than it did at that moment. Edward's eyes had gone completely black and his erection was pronounced. He looked at Alice and growled, before excusing himself to change his shirt.
As my senses came back to me and my breathing returned to normal, I gave Alice a soft hug. "Thank you for stopping us, I wouldn't have ever forgiven myself if we had gone through with it before we got married."
A wry smile lit up Alice's face and she winked at me. "Well, don't you worry – we'll watch over you and keep you safe."
I groaned, what tortures did her family have in place for Edward and I? Only time would tell.