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A/N: This is the first chapter of a five-chapter AH story.

Spell My Heart page

She's assigned a witch to spell my heart,
and now I'm drawn to her.
And my feigning resistance is waning,
light as gossamer.
And I mind...

~ "Follow the Lady" Carbon Leaf

Chapter 1

Standing before her lover, Alice slowly dropped her red silk robe to reveal her body, naked save a black lace garter belt and stockings. She loved to tease him, make him beg her to let him touch her. When he did, she knew she wasn't the only one hopelessly lost. Tonight, however, was special, and she wouldn't make him wait to have her.

"Jesus, Ally," he whispered as he wrapped his rough hands around her hips, "you are so beautiful." He placed a tender kiss between her breasts. "I love you so much."

She sighed, running her fingers through his dark hair. The words made her stomach flutter every time he said them, and she would never tire of hearing them. There was always an edge of sadness, though, as she thought of how they kept their relationship hidden. Family and friends would never accept them together, and they couldn't bear the hurt and disappointment their relationship would cause the people they love. But they couldn't bear to be apart, either, and finally decided a secret love was better than no love at all.

Sitting on the couch, he encircled her tiny waist with his strong arms and pulled her closer. "Did you hear me?" He ran his nose up and down the valley between her breasts.

"I love you, too." She moaned as she felt his hot mouth on her skin. "You know I do."

"That doesn't mean I don't need to hear you say it," he murmured against her nipple, his breath causing it to tighten even more.

Arching her back toward his mouth and his touch, she reluctantly backed away from him. His deep brown eyes gazed intently as she knelt before him and pulled at the waistband of his boxers. He lifted his hips, allowing her to pull them down his legs. Once he was naked, she stroked his thighs and simply looked at him. The toned muscles of his arms and legs twitched in anticipation, his broad shoulders heaving with his deep breaths. He was once hesitant to let her touch him this way, but his body had always betrayed him, signaling his desire just as it was doing now. Slowly, she leaned forward, taking his hard cock into her warm, waiting mouth.

"Oh, God," he moaned in a shuddering breath. His fingers threaded through her hair, and he gently guided her movements. He never let her pleasure him to completion, preferring to come inside her, so she always maintained a slow and teasing pace. She liked the salty taste of his skin and the weight of him against her tongue. Unable to take him all in, she stroked the base of his cock with firm twists of her hand. Looking into his eyes, she saw him watching her. He could never resist the sight of himself disappearing between her lips. She swirled her tongue around his tip, savoring the only taste he'd let her have.

"Come here, baby," he whispered, and she complied. He pulled her until she was lying on the couch, his body hovering over her. She ran her splayed hands over the taut muscles of his back, settling them on his hips. Digging her fingers into his flesh, she tried to pull him forward.

"No, no, no," he said against her lips. "You know it's my turn now."

She began to smile but was stopped by the intense pressure of his mouth, kissing her hungrily. Their lips parted immediately, their tongues searching for each other. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she tilted his head roughly, deepening their kiss with the new angle. As their mouths continued to move together, his hands were on her breasts, cupping them, kneading them. His callused fingers then began pinching and pulling her sensitive nipples, and she threw her head back, moaning loudly.

He laughed. "I love how you sound when I touch you." He pinched her again, and she cried out in pleasure. "Yeah, just like that. God, I love that sound."

She felt one hand let go and slowly move down her stomach. Sighing, she watched as he parted her thighs and began to gently stroke her outer lips. Just as her frustration crescendoed, his fingers parted her and slipped deep inside. She could feel two fingers curl upward inside her as his rough thumb circled her swollen clit. His thrusts started slowly but grew faster and harder with her increasing arousal.

"I want you to come for me, Ally. Can you do that?" he asked sweetly.

Nodding weakly, she tried to speak. "Mouth," she managed between gasps.

He smiled the self-satisfied smile that infuriated and melted her at the same time. Moving to kneel on the floor beside the couch, he lowered his mouth, replacing his thumb with his firm, flattened tongue. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out, but it was useless. Soon she was throwing her head back, moaning loudly and calling his name. He held her writhing body down with his free arm and continued to make love to her with his mouth and his fingers. One more hard thrust of his fingers sent her flying, and her entire body convulsed with her intense orgasm.

Before she had even come down from her high, he was over her and rubbing his hard length against her. Poised to enter her, he gazed at her with glazed eyes, and, when she nodded, he thrust into her deliberately. She held her breath until he filled her completely and released it with a long sigh. His head rested heavily on her shoulder, his face buried in her neck.

"You just don't know how good you feel," he murmured against her skin.

"Tell me," she whispered.

He began languid movements inside her, never pulling out very far before filling her again. "You're so warm, so wet." He groaned when she wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her hips into his. "It's like you were made just for me."

His words were so sincere, and they mirrored her thoughts exactly. She never felt with anyone the way she felt with him. She'd loved him for so long but denied herself, trying to forget him and move on with someone else. Now that she knew how right they were, how they seemed molded one for the other, she wasn't going to let him go.

Searching for his mouth, she kissed a trail down his jaw until their lips met. As the passion of their kiss increased, so did the force of his thrusts. She dug her fingers into his back, and he began to quickly pound into her. The friction between their entwined bodies was bringing her to the edge of release, but she wanted to wait for him. She began begging him to come for her, which caused him to thrust into her harder and deeper than she could ever remember. Suddenly, she was screaming, her orgasm taking over her body. The powerful spasms of her body around him brought him falling after her, and she could hear him cry her name as she felt him explode inside her.

Collapsing next to her on the couch, he pulled her into his arms, and she could feel him shaking.

"I love you," she whispered.

He tenderly kissed the shell of her ear. "Say it again."

"I love you."


She turned and placed her hands on either side of his face. "I love you, Charlie."

Leaning to touch his lips with hers, she kissed him lovingly. They continued to kiss, brushing their hands over each other's burning skin, until they fell asleep.


"What the fuck is going on here?"

Alice and Charlie jumped up, and Charlie grabbed her protectively. Looking toward the screaming voice, Alice was horrified to see Bella standing in the doorway, her suitcase and carry-on thrown on the floor at her feet.

Bella covered her eyes with one hand, pointing wildly at them with the other. "Don't say it! Just put some fucking clothes on!"

Shaking and in shock, Alice stood frozen until Charlie handed her the silk robe. As she covered herself, Charlie put on his boxers and t-shirt. Before he could bend over and grab his jeans, Bella was speaking.

"Alice," she said, her voice full of restrained fury, "would you like to explain why you're naked in our apartment on our couch with my father?"

"I thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow night," Alice replied, still shaking. Feeling Charlie walk behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, she sighed.

Bella looked at Charlie and grimaced. "Well, that much is obvious. We finished early, and I got a last minute flight. That still doesn't explain this," she said, waving her hand at them. "How long has this, whatever it is, been going on?"

"We've been together a year," Charlie said. Alice smiled at the absence of shame in his voice.

"Oh my God, you cheated on Sue with her?" Bella ran her fingers roughly through her hair. "All this time, I thought Sue was a heart-breaking bitch. I've been horrible to her, and it turns out you cheated on her?"

"No, Bella," Charlie said calmly, "it wasn't like that. She realized I had feelings for Alice and let me go. I never cheated on her, I swear. She is a wonderful woman, and I'd never hurt her like that. But she said she wanted me to be with the one I truly loved. I tried to tell you it wasn't what you assumed."

"And you," Bella sneered at Alice. "Is this why you broke up with Jasper?"

Alice gulped. Bella had begged her to explain what happened with Jasper, and Alice's answered had remained vague and hazy. "Jasper and I realized that we weren't going anywhere. I love Jasper but not the way you should love the person you spend your life with. He and I just make better friends. We broke up before Charlie and I..."

"Before you what, Alice? Before you started fucking him?" Bella's voice was venomous.

"Bella!" Charlie yelled. "I know you're angry, but you can't talk to her that way. Don't forget, she's still your friend."

"Friends don't keep secrets, Dad. Friends don't sleep around with each other's fathers." She stared daggers at Alice. "Is that why you've been my friend all this time? Is that why you wanted to share an apartment? Did you use me so you could get to my dad?"

The words were a hard slap, and Alice could feel the tears begin to fall down her face. She knew Bella would be angry, but she never thought she'd accuse her of such horrible things. "That's not fair, Bella. I've always been there for you, even against my own family. I never accused you of being my friend to get close to my brother." She said the words out of hurt, and, when Charlie's arms tightened around her waist, she wished she could take them back.

"How dare you bring him into this conversation?" Each of Bella's words were sharp and painful. "What happened with him is nothing like you two, skulking around, fucking when you think I'm out of town. You," she said, pointing at Alice, "were supposed to be my friend. And you," she said, pointing at Charlie, "are my father, for fuck's sake. It's disgusting. When did you turn into a dirty old man?"

Charlie released Alice, pushing her behind him. "Goddamn it, Bella! I am 42 years old, not 70! I spent my life taking care of you, raising you after your mother left us. I never brought strange women home while you were growing up. Hell, I never had a relationship until I started seeing Sue after you went to college." He shoulders sagged. "Don't I deserve to be happy?"

Alice watched as Bella's eyes softened, but, before she could sigh in relief, Bella met her gaze. Her eyes turned hard and hateful again. "Not with her you can't. If you stay with her, I won't ever speak to you again."

"Bella, you are an adult and on your own. It's not fair for you to try to dictate how I live my life." Charlie pulled Alice into his arms, cradling her against his chest. "I'm sorry we've hurt you, but you need to know that I'm not letting her go."

"Fine," Bella snapped, "but I want that bitch out of this apartment." She walked over to her suitcase and bag, picking them up. "Unless you want to be her sugar daddy, she can't afford this apartment on her own. And I shouldn't have to move when I've done nothing wrong. I want her out by the end of the week. I'll stay with Rosalie until then." She turned in the doorway, glaring at them. "I can understand why you lied to everyone else, but I'll never understand why you lied to me." Spinning around and walking away, she slammed the door.

Alice's head began to spin and her knees buckled. Instead of hitting the floor as she expected, she found herself in Charlie's lap on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Unable to stop herself, she began sobbing. She'd always known finding out about them would be difficult for Bella, but she could only imagine how hurt she must be. Bella not only found her best friend and father naked together but also discovered they'd lied to her for a year. Alice wished they had just listened to Sue and Jasper when they urged honesty and openness.

"Shh," Charlie whispered. He kissed her lips softly. "It'll be okay, Ally. You'll see. She'll come around."

"I don't think so. She hates me, and she has every right to. God, she must think I'm such a slut."

Charlie grabbed her shoulders roughly. "Don't ever say that. You are a beautiful, loving woman, and Bella will remember. She'll remember what you've done for her." He loosened his grip, kissing each shoulder where his fingers had clasped her. "She'll see how happy you make me. It'll just take some time."

Alice nuzzled against his chest, relaxing into his touch. "Sue and Jasper were right. We should have just told her. She's so hurt that we hid everything from her."

"I know," he said, sighing. "I was so afraid of how she'd react, but we've only made it worse, haven't we?" He tilted her head until she looked at him. "Are you coming home with me tonight?"

Pulling away from him, she scrambled to her feet. "I don't think that's a good idea. We need some time to think, and Bella might show up there. I'm not ready for round two."

"What do you mean time to think?" His face was twisted and frowning. "What do you need to think about, Alice?"

He only called her by her proper name when he was upset. She gently stroked his cheek, trying to wipe away his frown. "Don't worry. I just need some quiet time to figure some things out."

Turning his head, he kissed her hand. "I can be quiet. Please don't send me away."

"I can't think straight when I'm with you, and I suspect you can't either." She took a deep breath, trying not to relent when he turned his sad, chocolate eyes toward her. "I'm going to go to Jasper and Angela's. I need to talk to them, and I hope they'll let me stay there until we figure out what we're doing."

He stood and snaked his arms around her waist. "I know you don't want to stay here, but come home with me. I don't think Bella wants to be anywhere near me right now."

It took all her strength to turn him down. "No, Charlie." She stood on her tip toes and kissed his down-turned lips. "Come to Jasper's tomorrow, okay?"

He let his arms fall, and he nodded. Alice handed him his jeans and his plaid button-down and watched as he dressed. She done the same many nights over the past year, and, although it hurt to see him go each time, the pain was almost unbearable tonight. She was sure she'd lost her best friend forever, and she was sending the man she loved into the night thinking he was going to lose her. There was only one of those situations she could rectify.

When he put on his jacket, she walked over to him. Her hand on the back of his neck, she pulled him down into a deep kiss. He buried one hand in her hair while the other slipped into her robe and over her bare back, holding her to him tightly. They stood, kissing and holding each other for what seemed like forever, until Alice broke the kiss and snuggled into Charlie's chest.

"Please don't worry," she whispered. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Ally."

Hearing her pet name, she sighed and smiled. They parted reluctantly, exchanging one more kiss and "I love you" before he walked out her door.

Walking through the quiet apartment, Alice stopped to look at the pictures hung in the hall. She looked at the documentary of her life with Bella and Charlie. She smiled sadly at her seven year-old self, hugging Bella's neck for dear life. In another, Bella was smiling but so skinny; it's was the first picture she'd allowed anyone to take after the breakup. Charlie had his arm around Bella protectively, and Alice remembered how she'd begun to feel about him, even then. Finally, she examined their college graduation picture. She and Bella were surrounded by their friends and family, all happy and grinning ear-to-ear. Alice laughed, remembering the first time Charlie pointed out that, while everyone else was looking at the camera, he was looking at her.

Fighting tears, Alice entered her bedroom and changed into her comfortable jeans and blouse, clothes she'd hoped to wear when she and Charlie woke up in the morning. Picking up her cell phone off the nightstand, she dialed Jasper's number.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said happily. "I thought this was a Charlie night. What's up?"

"Can I come stay with you and Angela tonight?" She tried to hide the weariness in her voice.

After a pause, Jasper sighed. "She found out, didn't she?"


"Come on then," he said without a hint of I-told-you-so in his voice. "We'll get the guest room ready."