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Summary: The distractions continue… "It was a shame…so many unsatisfied women out there."
Edward no longer went at human speed for Bella's benefit. The table was cleared so fast that she was twisted onto her back before she even heard the books hit the floor. His laptop, of course, was safely spirited to the counter.
"Hey---that was my homework!" Bella mumbled feebly against Edward's lips.
"I'll pick it up later…" His voice had that thick quality she had come to recognize. His long nimble fingers had most of her clothes out of the way before she could state any other objections.
The way Edward made love now had taken Bella some getting used to. Before her change he had been the ultimate picture of control. "Are you okay?" had escaped his lips every few seconds. It got a little ridiculous. She wanted to put tape over his mouth but then she wouldn't have been able to feel his lips.
Now…well, things were a bit different. They joked that Bella's human hormones were nothing compared to Edward's vampire ones. And the fact that he'd been repressing them for, oh, about 100 years made for some serious repercussions. They had kicked into high gear as soon as he was convinced he wouldn't break her.
Making love with Edward sometimes reminded Bella of visiting an amusement park. Instead of, "do you want to try this roller coaster?" it was, "do you want to make love on the staircase?"
But at the moment she was trapped against the kitchen table and nothing else was processing in her brain. His firm, smooth body was pressed against the length of her and his hands ran up and down her body creating a fire that she had not known was possible in bodies so cold.
Now, here was the fun part --- Bella was actually as strong as he was, maybe slightly more so since it was just about a year from her change --- she pushed against his chest and abruptly set them both down in the chair she had been sitting in. Unfortunately, the force of the movement was a little too much. The chair collapsed.
"Damn, that's the third one I've done that to." Bella felt extremely embarrassed.
"I told you to go with the Italian designed ones," he said demurely as he rolled her onto her back and out of the debris that had once been one of their kitchen chairs.
"Those were ridiculously priced!" she said in her defense. She still felt bad about him spending too much of his money.
"Well, you do the math --- how many chairs do we have to go though before we hit the break even point?" His logic was hard to argue with.
"I hate math." Bella admitted defeat.
Since they were safely on the floor at this point all further conversation regarding furniture ceased.
Even though Edward couldn't read Bella's mind his reaction time to her every manner of movement and facial expression was impressive. Of course she couldn't compare him to any other human lover since she had only been with Edward but she wondered how anyone could put up with ordinary love making. It was a shame…so many unsatisfied women out there.
Edward's head suddenly shot up and his face looked very irritated.
"What is it?" She asked worriedly.
"More like, 'who'…there's someone at the door," he growled.
Bella flinched involuntarily. She remembered in a rush that she was still really thirsty. "A human?" She couldn't help sounding excited.
"Don't look so enthusiastic; you're going to worry me to death," he grumbled.
"Wrong choice of words; you can't die," she said smugly.
The doorbell rang.
"Very funny. I'll get it. And I'll get rid of them." He looked threateningly at her. "Stay right here."
"On the floor?" She pretended to look scared.
He buttoned up at vampire speed and went around the corner to the front door. Walking away from her she appreciated how he moved in his jeans. What a lovely view, she mused to herself.
Bella could hear the entire conversation at the door. Vampire senses were amazing.
"Hi, my name is Janie and I'm selling Girl Scout cookies and I hope that…"
There was a pause where the girl finally looked up at the face of the young man she was talking to. There was no further sound.
"Yes?" questioned Edward in his best velvety voice.
"Cookies?" Edward's voice continued silky smooth. "I'm sorry, dear; I don't care for any cookies. I'm vegetarian. Sorry…goodbye!"
And the door closed.
Bella fought to control her laughter. She could just imagine the confusion that answer must have caused.
Edward returned to the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, rolling his splendid golden eyes. He started to unbutton…
"You know, Thin Mints used to be my favorite," Bella said.
"But now I'm your favorite flavor, right?" Edward said with a devilish grin.
"Oh yes…" Bella answered. Edward quickly bent down and scooped her up into his arms.
"Now, where were we?" he asked huskily.
"Where? Well, how about we try the staircase next?"