And now with Edward and Bella out of control, we'll just see where things lead…
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It's Always Something
I couldn't say I didn't see it coming when Alice told me the plan. Part of me was completely aware of what could happen. I knew that Edward's self-control would be tested with the plan. The question had been: did I care? And the answer was obvious. Of course I didn't care. This was probably the only way I could still get my way. And I knew that when the time came, the time for me to stop him, I wouldn't. Why would I want to? So he can keep his boundaries up until we were married? No, I couldn't wait that long. Edward needed to break, one way or another.
I wasn't sure where Alice was, or if the plan had worked, or if it was even over. I didn't know if I was supposed to stop. I suppose Alice would have said something. But then, she would have said it to Edward, and I wouldn't know unless he told me. At that point, I wasn't sure if he would. By now, the desire had taken over Edward, and most of his so-called boundaries seemed to have broken. His shirt lay on the floor next to the bed, like a piece of a wall that had just been torn down, a reminder of how far we had come. I sighed into his lips as he kissed me. My shirt, though technically still on my body, was as good as off, rolled up so that the corset was completely visible. It felt a little strange, being that exposed to him, especially when wearing such a…daring piece. But it also felt good, right somehow. It was like we were meant to be that way.
Edward's lips claimed mine fiercely, his need taking over him. His hands drifted over my skin, setting fire to every place he touched. I clutched him to me as tightly as possible, though it probably had little effect on him. My heart raced as his lips drifted from mine to my neck and down to my collarbone. I sighed.
"Edward," I whispered. He sighed a little, as if the sound of his name coming from me brought him joy.
"Bella," He whispered into my skin. Oh, I thought, now I see why. Hearing my name on his lips made it sound beautiful. I tried to smile, but my lips were suddenly occupied once more.
If I knew that what I was doing was wrong, I didn't care. I wanted it to go on. All the things I'd imagined were within reach, so close that I could reach out and touch them. Bella sighed as I touched her warm skin. The good part of me, the voice of reason, seemed to be screaming at me from a distance. It was still there, but it was quiet enough to ignore. I had tried to stop myself, I really had. But it was just too much, seeing her that way. I wanted her more than I had before. Someone, I screamed in my head, anyone, please stop me from the mistake I'm about to make.
Carlisle's car pulled into the driveway. No, wait, I didn't mean it!
"Carlisle's home," I tried to whisper, but her touch silenced me. I couldn't speak.
I could hear Carlisle walk in the door. I wished for once that he was the mind reading one.
I slunk down into the couch in the living room, which was warm, as though someone had just vacated it. I sighed. It had been a long day. But I was not complaining. Bella was supposed to be over today. I always enjoyed her visits. Whenever she was near, Edward was joyful. She had helped him a great deal, and I was thankful for her presence in his life.
I could hear the movement upstairs, and I guessed she was in his bedroom. I rested on the couch for a minute longer, completely comfortable that way, and then stood up. As I ascended the stairs, I could hear the two of them, the rustling of the sheets of Edward's temporary bed. It was the only sound in the room, other than Bella's heartbeat and their breathing. Her heartbeat was fast, and their breathing was uneven. I listened closer, and I heard one of them speak.
"Edward," Bella's soft voice moaned. I gasped. What the hell is going on up there? They can't possibly be…Edward wouldn't…he couldn't…not with what could happen. I dashed up the stairs.
"Edward…" I said warningly. The movement stopped. Edward seemed to have stopped breathing. Bella froze as well, her breathing was shallow.
"Carlisle's home," Edward whispered to her. His voice sounded pained.
"…Oh," She replied softly. I shut my eyes briefly, dreading the thought of the atmosphere in that room. Crossly, I walked up the rest of the steps to Edward's door. I knocked and opened it slowly. Both of them were fully dressed. Edward and Bella sat on opposite sides of the bed. Bella was curled up with her arms around her knees. Edward laid facing away from her. Bella looked embarrassed, while Edward appeared upset with himself. Both avoided my eyes.
"Hello, Bella," I said softly.
"Carlisle," She muttered, still not looking up.I was about to reply, when I took a second look at her. I noticed that while she was wearing clothes, Bella's shirt was half rolled up, and she appeared to have on some kind of…corset. Why does this just scream Alice?
"Bella, your shirt," I nodded to her. Her eyes grew wide as she looked down. She pulled her shirt down and looked away from me again, blushing.
"Sorry," She said to no one in particular. Edward smirked briefly, and then became serious again.
"Edward." I mumbled.
"Carlisle." He replied uncomfortably. I stood in the doorway for a minute or two, rocking back and forth awkwardly on the balls of my feet. Everyone avoided each other's eyes. No one spoke. Bella coughed once, and then it was silent again. The stillness was unnerving.
"Eh…well…nice…talking to you two," I rushed and hurriedly left the room.
"Well that was…awkward…" Bella said plainly.
"If it helps, I don't think Carlisle enjoyed it much either," Edward whispered, chuckling a little. Out of my head, Edward. You didn't enjoy it anymore than I did.
"Well more than you," Edward mumbled.
"Hmm?" Bella asked.
"Nothing," He said softly, and from the rustle of the bed sheets, I knew he had pulled her close to him again. On my way down the stairs, I passed Rosalie, pacing in front of her room.
"Rose," I smiled. She glared.
"Don't you mock me! I'm trying the best I can here!" She shot. I raised my eyebrows.
"What do you…?"
"Oh like you don't know. It's been a half hour and already I need him! Where is he—no! Be strong, Rose. He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve you! You can go without him, you've done it before. But let's see how long he lasts without you…" Rose walked away, cackling to herself about whatever she was talking about. I looked up at the ceiling, aggravated.
One sane child…is that too much to ask?
So close…but not quite. If you've ever been interrupted by your father, you know how uncomfortable this is. But whether you have or not, please review.