Chapter 13. Bella takes a hike.
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Chapter 13. Like A Charm
I woke up to the sound of a cool breeze and birds chirping outside the window.
Blinking a few times, I readjusted my eyes and looked around the room. No Edward.
And no note on my pillow.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly, I stretched my arms and sat up, not bothering to cover myself with the thin white sheet. It's not like anyone was going to see me.
"Edward," I called out in my scratchy morning voice. "Are you here?"
No response. No sound of movement.
Groaning, I climbed out of bed and headed toward the bathroom.
I quickly used the potty, took a shower, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. I half-expected Edward to be back from wherever he was by the time I got out of the bathroom, but he wasn't.
Pursing my lips, I headed into the kitchen, to find a small piece of paper beneath an orange flower.
I shook my head and smiled, picking it up after I smelled the unknown flower.
I went to hunt briefly. Please don't be upset with me for not waking you up, but I truly felt you deserved to rest and sleep in.
You also looked very beautiful, it felt like a crime to disturb your dreams.
I'm thinking of you every step I take until I see your face again.
I took the time to peel you some oranges and bananas, and cut up some apples for you.
They're waiting in the refrigerator at your convenience.
Chewing my lip, I opened the fridge. And when he said he made a fruit bowl for me, I'm talking about a massive size, enormous bowl.
I pulled it out and hugged it, smelling the delicious aroma of freshness. It made me happy, and helped with waking up my senses.
I carried it to the living room and plopped the bowl down in my lap, munching on the assortment as I flipped through the television.
News, news, and more news. Oh, and Regis and Kelly, like that was what I was interested in.
Ever since Edward came into my life, I found it hard to stick around on a couch and watch television.
I grew stir-crazy too easily, waiting for the next time I'd get to see him.
Edward was all I filled my thoughts with anymore. And I was completely fine with that.
Regardless of how unhealthy it seemed to the outside world. In my mind, it was perfect. I mean, how could it not be perfect, since Edward was my air, my reason for breathing?
It was only about 9:30 in the morning. And the sun shining brightly through the windows confirmed my thoughts that it'd be scorching outside. But it was too nice to be cooped up inside.
I quickly changed into my bikini, some khaki shorts and a green tank-top, and flip flops.
Then I wrote Edward a note, and took off on my hike.
I first roamed the beach, carrying the flip flops as I breezed through the warm clear water. It was like tiny crystals... so beautiful.
After about a mile, I decided to head up a dirt trail, to get a view from a big rock I saw in the distance.
Only falling down a few times was practically a miracle for me, and I gloated when I got to the top.
I made it without breaking my neck. Good job, Bella.
I stretched my arms out as far as they would go, and threw my head back, absorbing the smell of pine, air, sea salt, and sunshine.
It was lovely being up here.
The ocean seemed to stretch for miles and miles. It was like being in another world... a dream world.
"Oh, this is so beautiful!" I shouted out loud, feeling giddy.
I unsteadily sat down on the rock, and slowly pushed myself forward, until my legs were hanging off the edge. "This is the closest thing to complete freedom as you can get."
"Now, how can you have complete freedom when you're married to me?"
I snapped my neck around quickly, my mouth hanging open.
I knew that voice. That voice belonged to my Edward.
"Hey!" I shouted, trying to turn around without falling off.
Edward, being paranoid, rushed over to me and pulled me up and away from the cliff, "what is it about you and cliffs, Bella? My goodness."
"I missed you!" I said, wrapping my arms around him tightly and ignoring his question, "where did you go?"
"Did you not get my note?" he asked, tucking my hair behind my ears.
"I got it. I was just wanting details. How did your hunt go, did you get enough to eat?"
He chuckled, shaking his head, "I'll never understand how you can talk to me about hunting like it's McDonald's... but yes, I am full."
"Wonderful." I smiled.
His skin felt so cold, and since it was so hot out here in the blazing heated temperatures, he felt extra good.
He buried his nose into the top of my hair, inhaling deeply as his hands massaged my back, "Did you eat your breakfast?"
"I did," I replied, "and it was delicious. Thank you for doing that for me."
"You're welcome, love."
"Do you want to sit with me up here?"
Edward hesitated, wedging his jaw around, "should you sit so close to the cliff?"
"Oh come on," I said, tugging his hand and heading back toward the rock, "I'm not that accident-prone."
"Yes you are," he chuckled.
He quickly ran in front of me, so he could help me sit down where he trusted I wouldn't fall and eat fifteen rocks on my way down the stone-hard mountain.
I stretched my arms out, closing my eyes, "It's really going to be miserable when we head back to Forks. This is another world over here."
"I know," he smiled, "but we'll make the best of it."
"It's going to be weird having everyone call me Mrs. Cullen now."
"Well," he grinned, tossing his arm loosely around my waist, "that is your name. May as well get used to it."
"I'm not sure I deserve to wear that name," I replied, unable to hide my insecurities.
Edward sighed, shaking his head and shrugging my statement off, "you deserve nothing less."
Chewing my bottom lip, I turned and smiled at him, "What about you? Do I get to call you Edward Swan then? Does that mean you get my last name too?"
He chuckled, shaking his head, "oh yeah, because that would go so well when I hunt. A swan that attacks mountain lions and eats them for breakfast. A wonderful insight to put upon a job resume."
I nudged him with my elbow, giggling, "I think it'd go perfectly."
"Of course you would. That's why you're you."
"And you're you, too," I claimed.
"And that means, you're mine as well."
"Only yours," I beamed proudly.
"That's right. Only mine."
We sat there for a few hours, talking about our lives and how they've changed.
What we thought when we first met -- I thought he hated me, and he thought I would taste wonderful --, and how lucky we both feel to have the other person.
"Do you think it's going to be weird between my dad and me now?" I asked him. "You know, since I've kind-of abandoned him?"
"You didn't abandon him, Bella, you merely grew up."
"I just... I want him to be happy. I want him to have someone, so he isn't alone."
"Well," Edward said, stroking the back of my hair, "our union in marriage just gained him an entirely new family of support. So he'll never be alone again. He'll always be protected, and we can offer him anything he'd need."
"Charlie's pretty stubborn," I giggled, "he'd never ask for anything if he could help it."
"Well, then he'll have friendship, regardless."
I smiled at him, "you're too good to me. Do you know that?"
"Yes," he teased. "But that's okay. It's what I enjoy."
I smiled, shaking my head. I couldn't think of a response. He was just too perfect for words, but I've told him that enough.
Instead, I kissed him, thrusting myself at him.
He chuckled against my lips, grabbing my hips, "Bella," he spoke between my kisses and laughter, "you're gonna knock yourself off this cliff. Please be more careful."
"I'm sorry," I said, pausing between my next kiss, "but you smell so delicious. I just... couldn't... hold back... any longer."
He kissed me again, shaking his head and smiling against my lips, "what am I going to do with you?"
"Mmm," I said, pulling back to look at his eyes, "kiss me back?"
He smiled, complying to my request. His marble lips were smooth against mine, and were the perfect orange to my apple.
I licked my mouth when we paused so I could get some air, and then pushed between his lips.
I wanted to taste him on my tongue... every last inch of him. I only wanted more and more and more. I was a greedy woman.
"Edward," I gasped, pulling away and tugging on the tips of his hair, "how quickly can we get back to the house?"
"Back?" he asked, furrowing his brows and pulling his face back from my next attempt to smother his lips, "Why are you wanting to go back so quickly?"
"Why do you think?" I panted, kissing him again, "I'm... you know..." I hinted, giving him expressionable eyes.
He chuckled, and then threw his head back in a fit of laughter.
His entire body was shaking, and it made me laugh, even though I knew he was only laughing at my expense.
"What?" I giggled. "What is so funny?"
"Nothing," he said, "only you."
"What did I do?"
"You're so... naive. A little, fragile, naive, doll. And I love you for it, but... you're quite humorous."
"What? Because I didn't say... horny?"
He threw his head back, laughing again.
"Because, I can say horny," I declared, rounding out my chest, "horny, horny, horny."
"Bella, stop," he chuckled, "it's too much."
"Horny, horny, horny, horny," I said, trying my damndest not to blush and give my cowardly self away. "I'm... horny... for you."
His body was shaking so bad, he fell back onto the rocks, throwing his arm over his eyes.
"What?" I giggled, jabbing his ice hard ribs with my tiny finger, "it's true, dammit!"
After a few more minutes, his giggle fit diminished into a tender laugh.
"I'm sorry, love," he said when he noticed my embarrassed face, "I don't mean to make fun at your ex-"
"Yes you did," I pouted, "but it's fine. Whatever. I don't care."
"Sure you don't," he chuckled, sitting back up and climbing to his feet.
He held out his hand for me, which I stubbornly refused.
"Come on Angel," he said, "I promise not to laugh at you again."
"Whatever," I hissed, turning toward the water, "I can say it though. I just want to make that clear."
He fought back more laughter, "I believe you."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do. You're horny for me. I get it. Now let's do something about it."
"I don't wanna now," I lied through my teeth, keeping my strong and stubborn posture. "I'm not in the mood."
"Really," he chimed, "because your bikini top is saying other-wise."
I glanced down, noticing my points poking through my bikini and tank top, and covered my chest quickly, "stop spying on me."
"I wasn't," he replied, "but it was very obvious and my eyes merely... trailed there. I couldn't help it."
"Try," I said, fighting back a smile.
God he always gets to me. It's impossible to be mad at him!
"All right," he said, heading back toward the rocks to sit beside me, "we'll stay here then."
"No, no," I said, caving in and haggardly climbing to my feet, "I'm over it. I'm ready."
Edward's golden eyes shined into mine, and he gave me his crooked smile, "I thought you might change your mind."
I tried to eye him down. "Of course you did."
"I know you like the back of my hand," he rang.
"I'm sure you do," I said, wiping the dirt from my behind and wakling toward him, "but remember, you only get it if I say so."
"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" he teased. "Isn't it always your idea?"
"Oh, like you weren't thinking about it."
"No, I was, about four hours ago when I first joined you here... But you're the one who always brings it up."
"Fine," I said, placing my hands on my hips, and breezing past him, heading toward the trails, "I'm not bringing it up anymore. It's all on you."
He laughed, following behind me.
After a moment of silence, only the sounds of sticks crunching beneath our feet, he replied with, "Isabella, you're a stubborn woman."
"You married me," I responded.
"Yes, I did," he said, and suddenly, his strong, cold hand was on the crook of my elbow, twisting me around to face him, "and I'm very elated that I made that decision."
I tilted my head at him, squinting my eyes, "are you trying to butter me up?"
"Yes," he said, inching closer to me, and shielding my eyes with his tall form from the sun shining through the trees behind him, "...is it working?"
Smiling at him, because I couldn't help it, I turned to mush instantly, "...like a charm."
"Mmm," he hummed, brazing his chilled mouth against my neck, kissing tenderly, "good."
I wrapped my arms around him, curling the tips of his hair around my index fingers.
He sucked on the skin beneath my ear -- careful not to break the skin -- and slid his fingers beneath my shirt, creating an ice cold trail along my back.
I sighed, fluttering my eyes closed.
This man owned me and my soul. There was no doubt about it.
I felt him tugging on my string to the back of my top, and I pulled my face back, looking at him in the eyes, "...here?"
"Like... right here, in the middle of a dirt trail?"
"You won't get too dirty, I promise."
"But what if someone sees us?"
"Only the birds above you, my love," he replied, tugging the strings entirely loose.
I smiled, shaking my head and drowning in his diamond eyes, "Okay... but one thing first."
"What?" he grinned.
Keeping my eyes on him, I fell slowly to my knees, and grabbed ahold of his strings on his trunks.
"What are you... uh... doing?"
I quickly freed him from the entrapments, and looked up at him through my lashes, at his half glistening form through the rays of sunlight shining through the forest, "do you not want me to do it?"
He thought about it for about fifteen seconds, and then nodded his head, "I want you to."
"Good," I said, licking my lips, "because I was going to anyways."
He grinned, watching me as I took him into my mouth.
Then he inhaled deeply through his nose, as I pulled him out and pushed him in further.
He started to bring his hands to my head, but quickly fought against his desires, clenching his fists and clamping them down to his sides.
Not releasing him, I grabbed ahold of his wrists, and placed them on my head. I don't mind, I thought.
Edward tasted so good, so cool between my lips.
I wondered briefly what it must feel like to him... his cold form, thrusting in and out of the heated, wet depths of my mouth and throat...
Because to me, it felt amazing... Sort of like a popsicle... A longer, harder, tastier popsicle.
"Mmmm," I moaned, before taking him as far as he could go down my throat. It amazed me, how quickly I learned how to do that... but with Edward, I was always determined.
He hissed, fighting against himself to curse or go rapid in my mouth.
I held onto his hips, keeping him there for a moment.
Then I hummed.
He cursed a loud, "Fffffuck," unable to control himself.
I wanted to smile, but of course I couldn't, so I began to move my head back and forth quicker, giving him my best.
Every slip and every slide of his slick, icey form egged me on more.
I felt my body responding quickly to him... my breasts pointing, the liquid forming between my legs.
And anytime that I looked up to see his pre-orgasmic face... the way his lips were parted, and his lashes battled to open and close.. the way his nostrils opened with every heavy breathing.
He was amazing, even at this angle.
He was perfect to me. Absolutely fucking perfect.
"Fucking perfect," he gasped, as he began to move his hips back and forth, careful not to use strength and hurt me.
Exactly my thoughts, I thought, squeezing his hips happily with my fingers.
"Ungh, Bella," he gasped, "c-close."
I nodded, licking him between my lips then gently grazing his length with my teeth. I began to use my hands and my mouth, making sure every inch of him was covered by me.
I sucked harder on the tip, making it my main focus.
I swirled my tongue around the head, licking any juice gladly, before pushing it back in my mouth.
Then I sucked as hard as I could, and he gasped, his head falling back.
He tried to warn me by pushing on my shoulders, but he knew he'd hurt me if he pushed too hard, and since I was resisting at all costs, he gave up and caved in.
His body shuddered quickly.
I felt his liquid shoot inside my mouth, and pushed him as far as he could go down my throat, wanting all of it that he'd give me. It tasted amazing, especially knowing it was his, and because of what I did to him.
I swallowed it all greedily, and then licked him dry with my tongue.
He groaned at the sight of me doing so, and began to brush my fly away strands of hair from my eyes.
"So incredible," he whispered, shakily, as I stood to my feet again.
I bit my bottom lip, smiling at him.
"Come here you," he said, shaking his head. His hands quickly found my breasts, and he began massaging them over the fabric.
I ran my hands up his arms, and then lifted them in the air.
Edward smiled, pulling my shirt off. Since he already had the strings undone, the bikini top easily fell to the ground with it.
I ran my hands down his chest, pushing up and removing his shirt.
He smiled as I tossed it behind me, then pushed his trunks the rest of the way off.
Gripping his hands, I sat down on his shorts and pulled him with me.
He furrowed his brows, concerned for the dirt I was laying in... but I didn't care.
"Please," I whispered, laying back.
"Bella, are you-"
"Please. Just like this."
Taking a breath for luck and releasing it slowly, Edward parted my legs and laid between them.
My hand slid down his marble chest, past his stomach, and to his length, where I caressed it lightly.
He grinned, tucking my hair behind my ears.
I moved him along my slick form, teasing both him and myself, as I smiled up at him.
"Wow," he whispered.
I smiled wider.
Edward's cool hands situated me to where he wanted me, and I bit my lip, pushing the tip of him inside of me.
"Ohhh," he groaned, closing his eyes.
I held my breath and gripped the small of his back, pushing it toward me.
He trembled, restraining himself.
But I was too far gone for him to be so worried. There was no pain today, only pleasure.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him to me, until we were all the way connected.
"Mmm," he whispered into my seductive moans, beginning his steady rock.
I arched my back, and bit down on his shoulder, breathing heavily through my nose.
His skilled fingers traveled down my ribs to my hips, and lifted me slightly, for a better angle.
I trembled, throwing my head back. It felt too sensational... to surreal.
"Edward," I closed my eyes, gasping for air. "Don't stop."
Me moving my hips, him moving my hips, and moving his hips... all at the same time... wow.
When that became too powerful for him, he set me back down, and pushed me with his shoulders, until I was flat on my back.
I ran my fingers through his copper locks, tugging the ends, "more."
He buried his face into my neck as birds flew around us, high in the sky.
Exhaling heavily, Edward did as I requested, fulfilling it for both him and myself.
"Ungh," I gasped, clamping my arms tight around his neck.
Anytime he pushed me into the dirt, I gripped him firmer with my hands... his back, his shoulders, his neck, his hair... As long as I had my hands on him, I was happy.
I ran my knees alongside his thighs, and caressed his butt with the back of my calves.
"Bella," he groaned in my ear, his lip trembling against my lobe.
"Almost," I panted, pushing him all the way into me.
"Fuck," he cried, breathing heavier.
"Almost," I reminded him again, yanking on his hair.
He kissed along my cheek, my neck, my shoulder, "Bella, I can't..."
"Don't stop," I begged. Please, whatever you do, don't stop.
He slid his hand between us, and his index finger found my spot that sent electric shocks through my spine.
"Ungh!" I cried loudly, biting his ear.
His movements became erratic, and his hand would stop, then move, then stop, then move.
I threw my head back and dirt went flying, as I was pushed and pulled into the trail.
"Mmm," he moaned, breathing through his nose.
I snapped my head back up, and bit down hard on his bottom lip.
"Fuck," he gasped, as soon as I released it with a pop.
The boil in my stomach quickly exploded down between my thighs, and up along my spine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him to me.
My wave hit me hard and fast, and his succumb him not even a second after mine started.
He trembled above me, his hands on my hips, rocking me until I milked him dry.
Then we both crashed down into the dirt path, me finding it hard to breathe, him inhaling my scent greedily.
"Oh," I gasped, running my hands down his sides, "that was so good."
"Mmm," he smiled into my shoulder.
"Now I see why people always want to have sex outside."
He snickered and slowly removed himself off of me, rolling over on his back beside my body, "I think there's, uh, more to that than that, my dear."
"What do you mean?"
"Well..." he rubbed his hand along his chest, "I think that they enjoy the risk of getting caught."
"Yeah..." I agreed, smiling up at the sky., "when we get back to Forks... we should totally do this somewhere where we can risk getting caught."
"And why's that, my love?"
I rolled over on my side, and rested my head on my palm, looking at his dazzling form, "...why not? It could be fun."
He turned his face to me, and parted his lips as his eyes studied mine.
"What?" I giggled.
"Nothing," he grinned. "I agree."
"Mmhmm... as long as I get to pick the place."
I smiled, leaning in and pecking his lips, "You name the spot, and I'll be there. Wherever you are."
He ran his bottom lip along mine, stroking his long fingers into my hair, "I am wherever you are, angel."
So there you go! REVIEW!!!!
Thanks for being so patient with me.
I think there's only going to be one more chapter of this story... that will be 2 weeks, and that will make up for the three days they didn't have sex in the real "Twilight Saga", fulfilling the 17 days. Plus, there's just so much else I want to write, and I don't want to stray you guys on this when we can have so many other Edward/Bella stories!! Besides... all my stories have lemony fun times... *wink wink*
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