DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Edward or Bella or Charlie. They are the creation of Stephenie Meyer. Not a single ounce of copyrite infringement is intended. I do intend to lemonize these lovely characters to the supreme benefit and enjoyment of myself and my readers. teehee!
Summary: The sequel to "The Lion and the Lamb." Edward and Bella are dealt some lemons by Charlie, but they decide to make lemonade! LEMONY FRESH!
Sleep was far from the last thing on my mind. In fact, it was the second – bested only by my unwavering thoughts of Edward. I was torn between unconsciousness and staying awake to watch the devil's angel who lay beside me. He chuckled as my eyes fought for sleep. His hand closed over them and I took a deep breath.
"Sleep now…" he whispered and grazed his full lips on my temple. Exhaling in a whoosh, I rolled to my side - the length of my body pressed to his – to see his face shining down at me. A lazy smile spread on my mouth, the mirror image of his own lopsided grin which I loved so dearly. I felt the blush rise on my cheeks when his hand trailed down my hip and rested there. He drew mindless patterns and blew his sweet breath across my face.
I murmured something incoherent and sleep finally won the war. My dreams were vivid of the night's activities. I winced at the pain of Edward's hands on my hips, in their vice grip. My heart beat faster, and I heard him chuckle again. The laugh echoed in my ears and I opened one eye, startled to find myself encompassing my beloved in nothing less than a squid-like embrace. I blushed furiously and peeled away.
"Good dream, I take it?" he asked rhetorically. Unwanted as it was, I couldn't control the grin that slapped me in the face. I rubbed my palms on my eyes and groaned. "Don't be embarrassed," he cooed, pulling my hands down. "I was just wondering what it is that had you so…animated, during your sleep." His grin was wicked.
"Edward, you know very well what it was." I could have died, and I was sure I would if he could read my mind at that instant. I sat up in bed and yanked the sheets to cover my bare chest. I'd forgotten how our pajamas seemed to disappear during the night. I stole a glance over my shoulder and took in the sight of Edward's unclothed body lounging back, arms folded behind his head. I couldn't look away then. His golden eyes held me in a trance. Slowly, he rose and met my lips, cupping my cheek in his icy hand. I sighed and breathed in his sweet scent. His hand lifted to my hair and weaved it behind my ear, the other hand then wrapping around the back of my neck and pulling me closer.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even hear. And that is exactly why I was shocked to open my eyes and find my father standing at the door – which was now wide open. Thank heavens I still had a hold on the blankets, and he didn't walk in to see me half nude in the soft light of morning that peeked through my window.
"DAD!" I shouted in a groggy voice. My lungs had yet to fill with the precious oxygen Edward stole from me. Charlie's face was wide-eyed and slack jawed. He stared at me for a few seconds before finding the mind to spin around and shield his eyes.
"Bella! I'm so sorry! I-I didn't know. I thought you were—" he stammered.
"You thought I was what?" I demanded, and wrapped the blankets tighter around my body. I searched the room frantically for any sign of Edward. Nothing. Charlie continued to prattle in his embarrassment – my jaw clenched tight – and finally took a breath.
"I thought….I thought I heard Edward in your room." My mind was blank as I searched for a good enough lie to get rid of him. "I must have been mistaken, I mean…I could have sworn I heard that little—that boy," he corrected.
"Dad, why would Edward be in my room?" It was the only question I could form. I hoped that he didn't hear the strain in my not-so-calm voice.
"Well you know how boys are, and you're getting to that age," he spoke, making a half turn to peer over his shoulder.
"Getting to? Charlie—Dad…I know what you're saying, and I can tell you that Edward has nothing but respect for me and my…virtue," I stole from Edward's vocabulary. "You're overreacting."
Charlie turned the rest of the way and looked at the floor. He nodded slowly and scuffed the floor with his boot. "I don't know Bell's. I think you should be careful. He might be a good kid and a good student, but I'm not blind. I see how he watches you. He stares at you Bella. I've never seen someone stare so intently at a girl in all my life."
Even Renee's description of my relationship with Edward was not far from Charlie's – and not far from the truth. I closed my eyes and counted to ten while he went on, hoping he'd be done when I looked up. He wasn't.
"I would really like to have a talk with you…again," he began.
"We've already had a talk about this, Charlie."
"No. No, Bella. I want to talk to both of you. I'd like to sit down with you and Edward when he gets here this morning. I'm sure he'll be here." His tone grew quiet. "Like always." I looked at him in the eyes for the first time. He was sad. Defeated. Fear pricked at the base of my neck when I remembered the perfect handprint on the door of my truck. Had he seen it? Is that why he came in? I was sure we hadn't been so loud last night for him to bring this up now.
"Sure sure…. But I really think you should leave Edward out of this."
"No. He needs to hear it too." My last hopes were smashed when Charlie closed the door and went stomping down the stairs to the living room. I sat in the middle of my bed. Stunned into a catatonic state. Dizziness swam in my ears and my chest burned. I just knew we'd been caught. All of those nights, sleeping in Edward's arms. Spent at his house – alone. Charlie knew. Somehow, he knew. …Crap.
Of course, as expected, Edward showed up on my front porch at nine o'clock. I heard the knock from the kitchen and that guilty pang hit in my gut. I didn't look up from the eggs I was scrambling when Charlie lurched from his seat to answer the door. Edward greeted him and Charlie grunted in response. They parted ways and Edward floated to the kitchen.
"Morning, lover," he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist. I didn't miss the addition to the second word. One little letter. One little change. Everything now hung on that one letter. I tried to shrug out of his hug but it was no use. He leaned in again and placed his chin on my shoulder. "Everything okay?" he whispered. I nodded and scraped the burnt bits of egg off the bottom of the pan. Edward growled disapprovingly and backed up, releasing me from his solid hold.
Tears stung my eyes and I blinked them away hurriedly. The eggs were burnt and dry. Flaking and popping in the pan. I scraped them into the sink and sat the skillet on the burner with a clang. I wiped at my eyes and braced myself on the edge of the sink. Edward came up to turn off the flame and put his hand on my lower back.
"What's wrong, Bella?" His voice was so soft I could hardly make it out.
"Nothing," I lied. "Everything is fine."
"I don't think everything is quite as fine as you let on," he scolded. I looked up at him, his face twisted in confusion and concern. "Please tell me what's wrong so I don't have to be tortured as much." My frown increased and a tear slid from my eye. I went to wipe it but his hand caught my wrist. He kissed the tear away and rubbed his nose on mine. "What is it, sweetheart?"
"I need to talk to you," I rasped.
"Of course. Do you want to go upstairs?" I shook my head and widened my eyes. The worst place to be was in my bedroom, especially since Charlie was probably counting on that to happen so he'd have a better excuse for bringing up such a touchy subject. I took Edward's hands and led him to the table. He pulled me in his lap and I stood up immediately. "What is the matter?" he demanded and crossed his arms over his rocky chest.
"Yes." It wasn't a question at all.
"I…my dad. Charlie. Well…I think," I mumbled low enough for privacy. Edward waited. Still as a statue, a hint of a smile on his face. I snapped my mouth shut and turned my attention to the living room. Charlie was pacing. His boots clomped on the floor and he sighed audibly. I looked back at Edward. His cool composure was gone. His eyebrows were arched high above his frightened eyes, and he bit at his bottom lip.
"But we…and I took care of the," he stuttered. The calm was back in an instant. His eyes were safe and he smiled at me. That's when it hit me.
"You!" It was the only word I could form. Of course he wasn't really scared. He knew the very second he arrived, what Charlie had planned. Stupid mind-reading. He chuckled and that crooked grin was back.
"Is that all that's bothering you?"
"Mm-hmm…" I hummed. He smiled and tilted his head.
"Come on," he said, and leaned forward to kiss my cheek before walking me into the living room. I held onto his hand with a death grip. I was sure I was already blushing to the color of a boiled lobster. Edward loosed my grip and wrapped his arm around my waist. Charlie stopped, mid-pace, and shot an evil glare toward Edward's occupied arm. I looked hard at the floor. "Bella tells me you want to speak with us about something, Charlie."
I looked up at Edward, who spoke with such a gentleman's manner, that I'm sure it took Charlie off guard. I didn't take my eyes away from him until he squeezed my hip and pulled me to the couch. Charlie remained standing.
"Is everything quite alright?" Edward asked nonchalantly. I sighed and folded my arms. Edward looped his around my shoulders on the back of the sofa and squeezed again. This was sure to be awful.
"Yes, Edward. I do have something to say," Charlie finally said. He started toward his chair, then thought better of it and came back to stand over us. "Now, I know I've talked to you before, Bella." He glanced at me and back at Edward. "But I haven't had the chance to talk to both of you together, since I figured Dr. Cullen had taken it upon himself to educate you." His gaze was fixed on Edward – who remained at complete ease – stupid vampire. "Apparently I was wrong."
Edward cocked his head to the side. "Are you implying something about me and Bella?" he asked.
"Now, I'm not stupid, son. I know how it is to be young and in love, and to think you know what's best." Edward nodded and looked at me.
"I do love her, Charlie," he smiled and looked up again. Charlie just nodded and paced again.
"I know that. Which is why I'm worried about you two."
I sighed heavily and let out a noisy groan, leaning my head on the back of the couch, which was shielded by Edward's cold arm. "Dad, nothing is happening," I lied. It sounded like a lie, even to me.
"You think we're having sex?" Edward blurted out. Charlie stopped dead, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the mention of the word sex. It wasn't something that was said on any day in our house, nor was is something we openly discussed. For him to just come out and say it was a shock to us both. Charlie cleared his throat and ran a hand over his mouth.
"To put it bluntly…yes." I held back my irritated scream and Edward laughed. He actually laughed.
"Charlie, you have nothing to worry about. Bella and I have been through a lot, and even if we were having sex, I can assure you that we would be safe. I could never risk getting her pregnant. It would be impossible for me to do so." I picked up on his double implications and blushed again.
"Are you?" Charlie squeaked, and looked at me in horror.
"No, Dad!" I shouted. I had half a mind to run out of the house screaming when Edward spoke again.
"There are tests that can be done, if you don't believe us," he added. I gasped and Charlie coughed.
"No, no. I wouldn't do that. I…I trust you, that you're not. But if I find out that you are, you'll be in for a world of trouble. I can't stop you from doing anything, but I can certainly make it hard—difficult," he stumbled and a blush swept over his already pink face. That was just the reaction Edward was looking for. He knew that challenging Charlie was the only way to get out of this. I stifled another groan and Edward stood up to shake Charlie's hand before offering to help me up. I took it reluctantly and stood next to him. They smiled at each other, but it didn't touch either of their eyes.
I stalked off to the kitchen and swung open the refrigerator door. Charlie said his goodbye to Edward – who was cordial as always – and poked his head in the kitchen to tell me he was leaving for the station early and would get breakfast on the way. I mumbled something under my breath and waved him off.
Edward shut the door and was at the table instantly. He sat in the chair, leaning forward in his hands and grumbled. "Last night should not have happened."
My heart sank and guilt struck me for the third time that morning. I clutched at my chest and leaned on the door of the fridge. I held my sights on a bottle of water on the shelf. It turned to a blur when the tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to sniff quietly, but he heard me anyway.
"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean it that way. I just meant, that it wasn't the best idea," Edward soothed, his arms around me already. The tears came freely then. I turned and buried my face in his white shirt. My shoulders bounced with each shaking sob. "It's okay, Bella."
"Are you—m-mad—at m-me?" I stuttered.
"No, love. Of course not! I'm not mad at all." His tone was truthful and he held me tight. "I'm sorry Charlie doesn't believe us."
"He doesn't?" I looked up and furrowed my eyebrows. Edward attempted a smile and wiped the tears from my cheeks, shaking his head.
"He probably wouldn't even if he thought I was gay," he chuckled. I put my face back in his shirt and another wave of heaving sobs hit me. My knees went slack and I looked up when I realized I was sitting in his lap again. He leaned back in the little chair at the table and rubbed my back until I calmed down. "Everything is just fine, okay?"
I nodded and he kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry my dad is such a…dad." He laughed loud and sighed.
"It's only to be expected. He loves you, and he wants you to be safe. So do I." I smiled and wiped beneath my eyes. My fingers came up black and I looked down at Edward's shirt. Sure enough, my leftover make-up was smeared on it. An imprint of my teary face amidst the white fabric.
"Oh geez, I'm so sorry," I spoke, rubbing my fingers on the mess.
"Don't worry, I'll just throw it in the wash." He stilled my hands and brought them up to his neck. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss. It was slow and soft. He breathed steady breaths through his nose and I brushed my lips on his, letting them drag against the cold stone of his skin. His tongue peaked out and tasted me. He licked over my lips and let out a quiet sigh. His arms tightened around my waist and my heart began its usual flutter. My eyes opened just enough to see him – his long black lashes resting on his cheeks – and I stopped breathing.
He smiled against me and dipped his tongue between my lips. I parted them, allowing the kiss to deepen. I took in a huge breath when his tongue slid over mine, twisting around it in a lithe conduct. I swirled my tongue with his, tracing his teeth ever-so-carefully. He growled low in his chest and broke the kiss.
"You shouldn't do that," he warned with a stern look.
I grinned. "Why not?"
"Because it feels amazing, and I don't want your father to walk in on me ravishing you in the kitchen." He was serious though his grin gave away the lust he held back. I swallowed hard and my heart raced at the thought of feeling him inside me again.
"You can really feel that?"
"Oh, yes. It's incredibly sensitive, and when you do that with your tongue—" His sentence was cut off with a moan when I leaned in and licked beneath his ear. I sucked and bit and scraped my teeth on his neck. He whimpered and cleared his throat, craning his neck so I could reach it better. I grinned and moved to his ear, where I sucked on his lobe, taking it between my teeth and biting down softly. His hands came to my waist and he lifted me up so I was able to sit on his lap.
I faced him now and let my legs hang on either side of the chair. I'd not been able to feel him before, but the belt of his black slacks was now digging into my stomach. I reached down to unbuckle it but he stopped me.
"Wait a minute…" he spoke slowly. "I don't know if we should do this again." I frowned and slumped at the shoulders. "Oh, Bella. You know I want to, but I think it's not a good idea."
"It was fine last time. Everything went fine, other than my truck getting killed." He laughed and brought his hands to my face. He held it there and stared at me intently. I blushed as his gaze fell to my lips. He smiled and kissed me with stony lips. I placed my hands on his chest and tugged at his shirt. He grunted at me to stop, but I unbuttoned it anyway. "Bella, I mean it."
"I'm just going to throw it in the washer," I smiled, and kissed him again. He relaxed and allowed me to undo the rest of the buttons. I slid it down his frozen arms, and he leaned forward to help me remove the garment. I tossed it onto the table behind me and laced my fingers in his hair. I pulled him close and shoved my tongue into his mouth. He ate at me with hunger, forgetting my other plans.
His breathing was ragged and he snaked his fingers around to squeeze my butt. I shifted slightly and ground against him. He squeezed again, and I repeated my movements. I could feel his growing arousal, pressing up right onto my crotch. The thin fabric of his slacks and my pajama pants did little to hide the heat that had built up between my legs.
I moaned as he pulled my hips tight to his, the buckle getting in my way again. I reached for it – this time achieving my goal – and slid the leather through the buckle. I slipped it through the loops and let it fall to the linoleum with a clack. He lifted the bottom of my shirt and rubbed his palms over my stomach and back, touching every inch he could before pulling it over my breasts and kissing each one. He took one into his cold mouth and sucked hard, making the nipple erect. It poked out against the saturated fabric and he sat back to admire his handiwork.
"Beautiful," he smiled. I held onto his hair as he did the same to the other side. He sucked me roughly between his teeth, scraping them on the lace of my bra. I felt the sharpness of them bite down slowly. He tilted his head to the side, twisting my nipple with his mouth. I panted his name and tugged on his hair to make him stop. He didn't move at all – but continued to torment me with his tongue, flicking it over the tip while he held it in those bright teeth. It sent flourishes of pleasure throughout my body.
I felt the moisture increase and pool in my panties. He was driving me insane with lust. I wanted him to lick me. Taste me. Suck on that one part of me that begged so much more than the rest. I gyrated my hips on his hard length and his breathing hitched. He released me from his mouth and lifted the shirt off of me, letting it fall to the floor. He kissed my shoulder and slid the front of my bra down. It cupped beneath my breasts, keeping them perky and pushed up – inviting him to take another bite. He obliged. His hands drifted up my back and hooked onto my shoulders from behind, keeping me absolutely still while he massaged my breast with his mouth, pushing on it and tugging at my nipple with his lips. I was dizzy and faint by the time he moved to the other – just as before.
"Hmm?" he mumbled low. The vibration slid over me and centered in my crotch. He looked up when I didn't answer, and kissed my chin. I gasped, not realizing I had forgotten to breathe again. He chuckled and traced the curve of my jaw with his nose. He took a deep breath of my hair and wound his fingers through it, holding me impossibly close. "What do you want, love?"
"I...I…" I couldn't form complete thoughts, let alone sentences. I wanted to lie back on the table and have him lick every inch of my body – if only I could say so.
"I know you want something, but you have to tell me." His hands were on my hips again, gently moving them back and forth over his solid erection, which was now straining against his pants. I found enough power to slide off his lap and kneel before him. He let out a long breath through pursed lips, guessing my next move. I undid the button and pulled on the zipper of his pants. It slid down and his member sprang free, standing proudly before my not-as-virgin-as-before eyes. He laughed once – in spite of himself – and I looked up at him. He nodded and I took him into my hand.
His moan filled the room when I ducked my head and swirled my tongue over the tip. I didn't know exactly what to do, but it seemed to be working. I took the head of him into my mouth. It was freezing cold, but my tongue moved over the skin easily. He was harder than steel and I held him tight in my hand while I stroked him with my tongue. I dipped underneath the head, licking all around the rim.
His hands held onto the sides of the chair and he growled deeply. "Yes….Oh, please don't stop," he begged. A surge of pride and boldness came over me and I took more of him into my mouth. He thrust into the heat, knocking on my teeth. I closed my eyes tight, expecting him to wince, but he didn't. Should have known that it wouldn't hurt. It was basically like going down on a rock.
I lifted up and licked at the head again, tasting, kissing, and sucking him. I squeezed with both hands then, watching as the slick liquid pooled at the tip. I tasted it – dipping my tongue into the slit – and it was slick and sweet, much like the taste when we kissed, only more potent and musky. I groaned at the flavor. I'd never tasted anything quite as intoxicating as Edward, and now, I was sure I would never want to taste anything else.
I took him again. Sucking as hard as I could – drawing his juices into my mouth. Edward was squirming in his seat. He shifted every-which-way as I continued to pleasure him. His gentle thrusting became stronger, and I had to pull back a little. I squeezed gently on his balls and rubbed my thumb over the tender area beneath them.
His body jerked and his muscles tensed, making the rough growling in is throat even huskier as he panted my name. I sucked hard and his thrusting stilled when he shot that frozen liquid into my mouth. I swallowed with each pulsating spill. It filled my mouth and slid down my throat, coating it in his sticky sweetness. At last, his moans had quieted, and all that was left was his heavy gasps.
"Bella….I believe you're intent on killing me," he breathed, releasing his clutch on the sides of the chair. The metal frame was bent and the plastic of the seat was torn. I laughed and crawled back into his lap, sitting myself directly on his wet erection. His eyes were dark as midnight. "Your turn," he said with a devilish grin. I wrapped my legs around him and he sat me on the table. My heart did a flip-flop when he pushed me down. I leaned on my elbows and he came up to kiss me hard. He pushed me back again, rubbing his hands over and between my breasts.
He kissed my stomach and blew on the skin, watching it tighten in a blaze of goosebumps. I was panting and throbbing, every time he touched me. Each graze of his fingertips sent a chill through me. He rubbed my legs and spread them wide. I closed my eyes and held onto the table.
His mouth clamped down over my panties, and sucked on me through them. I whimpered and my legs went tight around his head again. He pushed them apart with his shoulders and dug into my wetness with his tongue. He shoved the fabric aside and licked me. Cold and slick, his tongue slid through my folds. He pushed it inside and I nearly lost control. The table shook and my vision went white. Edward moved one hand up to my side and I grabbed it, lacing my fingers tight to his. He pulled my arm down and rested our hands on my stomach while he tasted me.
I felt him chuckle and he moved to lick my bud – flicking his tongue over it repeatedly – while he pushed two fingers inside and pumped them slowly. I wreathed beneath his touch, and he hummed against me. My back arched and I opened my mouth in a silent scream. A guttural moan filled the air and waves of pleasure spread up from my curled toes. My fingers were fastened to his, squeezing them as tight as I could.
I gasped for air and relaxed on the cold table. Edward scooped me up and pulled me into his embrace. He carried me up the stairs to my room and laid me on the bed. I shivered when he lay down next to me – as we had been only a few hours ago. No Charlie, no interruptions. Just us. Like it would always be.
I placed my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle a yawn.
"You really need to get some sleep," Edward admonished.
I smiled and yawned again, bigger this time. "I know, I know…but how can I when this beautiful devil is laying next to me?" He grinned and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Even he looked tired. Dark circles under his caramel eyes revealed the thirst he pushed away. I moved over and rested my head on him, lying in the crook of his shoulder. Sleep washed over me almost immediately, but not before I felt him kiss my hair and whisper his vow of love.
My heart sank when I awoke to an empty bed – though the smell of eggs and bacon kept it from falling too far. I got out of bed in a sluggish stupor and looked down; surprised to see I was dressed in a fresh pair of pants and a t-shirt. I smiled to myself and shuffled to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I could still taste the sweetness of Edward in my mouth and I didn't want to wash it away, but I knew it should be done.
The entire house was permeated by the smell of breakfast. My mouth watered and my tummy grumbled at the prospect. I took the stairs two at a time and bounced through the living room to the kitchen, where my darling vampire was dressed with an apron around his waist. I laughed and he looked up with a huge smile.
"Have a good nap?" he asked. I went to his side and looked into the pan, spying a lovely omelet with peppers and cheese.
"I did, but I wish I could have woken up in your arms."
He pouted out his lip and furrowed his alabaster forehead. I giggled and a grin broke out on his full lips. He kissed me on the nose, then the mouth, and flipped the omelet over. I oo'ed at his impressive coking skills and took a seat.
"Hope this is to your liking," he grimaced and placed the plate of food in front of me.
"I'm sure it's wonderful," I said, and cut off a chunk. I made a big show of smelling it, then sticking my tongue out and tasting it before putting the bite in completely. He rolled his eyes and I made yummy noises through the entire meal. It was very good actually. Surprising, considering vampires don't have many reasons to cook. I sat back in the chair and rubbed my stomach. "Fabulous. Give my regards to the chef, please."
He laughed and took my hand across the table. "I'm sure the chef is happy that you liked it. Would you care for seconds?" I shook my head vehemently and took a swig of milk from my glass. We were silent for a long while. I stared into his dark eyes, and lost myself to them. A blush crept up on me when I remembered what happened on the very table I had just eaten my breakfast on.
Edward smiled and chuckled, knowing exactly what I was thinking. He looked down at the table and back at me. "I guess I'm going to have to get you a new chair, too…."