DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. That should cover it. :D
AN: You might want to read the first couple of chapters of "The Maiden Swan..." before venturing into these outtakes. It sort of sets up the reason why I did them.
And so begins the outtakes....
For future references, these outtakes are going to be pretty lengthy and out of chronological order. My brain doesn't work chronologically, so why should my outtakes? :D This outtake takes place a couple of months before Chapter 1 of The Maiden Swan... Maybe that will help keep everyone in order. :D
THE PROM SCENE
Edward chuckles softly behind me, burying his face deeper in my hair and kissing the back of my neck. I roll over in his arms and smile up at him.
"Good morning," he whispers.
I nod with a lazy smile, closing my eyes again.
"Get some more sleep, baby. I'll go make us some breakfast."
I latch onto him, wrapping my arms and legs around him so that he can't get out of bed. I open my eyes and see a slightly confused look on his face. I press a few kisses to his neck and pull away to look up at him again, trying to gauge if he is in the mood or not. He smiles down at me, rolling us over so that he's on top of me, my legs wrapped around his hips.
"You sure you don't want to sleep anymore?"
I nod. He smiles down at me crookedly. "Are you not going to speak at all?"
I smile and shake my head. He cocks his eyebrow, looking down at my lips. "A challenge, huh?"
I bite my bottom lip and shrug. He groans and attacks me. He trails kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, and down my already naked body. Last night we went to bed naked after our shower. I love feeling his skin against mine, even if we're just sleeping.
I hardly finish my thought before his lips are on my clit. I gasp, keeping my voice silent. If he thinks this is a challenge, then game on. He slides his finger inside of me slowly, pumping it back and forth at the same pace. He pulls his face away from me, replacing his lips with his thumb as he crawls back up my body.
He kisses me deeply, as his fingers continue their ministrations. I can feel my orgasm coming on and I'm not sure if I can keep silent for much longer. I bit my bottom lip as the feeling builds.
"That's right, little girl, let go," he whispers, pressing his lips to my ear.
I'm surprised at the intensity of my orgasm and the lack of noise I make. My body goes completely rigid, I throw my head back against the pillow, and I grab on to his arms. Yet, not a single peep came from me. I open my eyes and look into his.
"That was fucking beautiful…"
I smile at him sweetly, before he moves on top of me. He kiss me deeply again as he slides into me. My limbs automatically wrap around him, holding him tightly to me. He rests his forehead against mine as he starts moving inside of me. "Fucking perfect… so fucking perfect…"
I slide my hands into his hair, pulling his face closer to mine so I can kiss him. Once my lips are on his, I move my hands down his body until I pinch his nipples. He stops the kiss, whimpering against my lips. His pace quickens and I find it harder and harder to stay quiet. His mouth wanders down my jaw line and neck until he's kissing and nipping at my collarbone.
I want to call out to him so badly. Instead, I grab a handful of his hair and yank his head up so I can kiss him. He attacks my mouth with a newfound fervor and starts to move faster. His hand slithers between our bodies, rubbing my clit. "I need you to come, Bella."
I smile wickedly against his lips and shake my head. He nips at my bottom lip. "Do it."
I feel it coming on and try and think of something to make it go away. My grip on his hair tightens. He grabs my hands and pins them down, holding them together with one of his while his other goes back to circling my clit.
"Don't fight me, little girl. Let go," he says in a low menacing voice.
He hates it when I do this, but I just love how he feels inside of me, on top of me, surrounding me completely. "Do it, baby," he whispers against my lips.
He applies a little more pressure to my clit and that triggers it. This time, I'm not silent. I moan his name, which turns into a whimper as I feel him release after me. I love how the feel of my orgasm causes him to climax. His body gives out and he collapses on top of me, crushing me, but I don't mind at all—I like it, in fact.
His grip on my wrists lessens and I pull my hands free, wrapping my arms around him so I can hold on to him a little longer. He picks up his weight after a second and smiles down at me crookedly. "Sorry… didn't mean to crush you."
I smile up at him before kissing him slowly. I shake my head. "I don't mind."
He smiles against my lips before sighing dejectedly. "Please tell me today isn't Sunday."
"I wish I could," I whisper.
He kisses me chastely. "Then we need to get you up and showered and fed before you get on the road."
He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder as he gets out of bed. I laugh out a scream at the manhandling. He knows I love this shit. He doesn't set me down until we're in the shower.
"So where are you getting your dress for Prom?"
I roll my eyes. "This again? I thought we settled this last weekend. I'm not going."
He nods his head. "Oh, but you are going, love. You're going and guess what? You're going to like it."
"I'm not going and you can't make me."
He scoffs at me. "Oh, you think so, huh?"
He looks at me menacingly and his hands curl into claws like they usually do right before he tickles me. I hold my hands up in surrender. "Dammit, why is it so important to you for us to go to Prom?"
"Because you told me that when you were a little girl you thought Prom was supposed to be some kind of magical night for a girl. Why can't we just see if that's still true or not?"
I can't help the eye roll I give him. "Seriously? Because that's all a bunch of myth and legend. Prom is meant for girls and guys to have their first time, and guess what we've already had?"
He rolls his beautiful green eyes right back at me. "If you want, we can still have sex and we can pretend like it's the first time."
He laughs at me disgusted expression. He pulls me against his soapy chest. "We're going to go to your senior Prom, baby. You're going to look beautiful and you're going to have a blast."
I huff. "Fine. We'll fucking go."
He chuckles. "Listen at that mouth." He swats my butt playfully.
I push him away and finish our shower. While he's drying my back he reminds me, "You haven't told me where you're getting the dress from."
I shrug. "I don't know. I'll have to set up a date with Alice to find a dress."
He kisses my shoulder. "Make sure you take the credit card with you."
I mimic my hand like it's talking at the same time he is. He smacks my butt again. "Seriously, Bella."
I turn around and poke his chest. "You better stop that shit before I—before I…"
He cocks an eyebrow at me and I back hand his nipple. He gasps and I run. Unfortunately, he catches me before I can head down the stairs and takes me back to the bedroom where he throws me on the bed and has his way with me.
Not that I'm complaining.
* * *
As soon as walk through the front door to Dad's house, I call Alice up. "What's up, Bella?"
"Apparently we have to go dress shopping for Prom."
"Yay! He talked you into going?! That's great, Bella!"
I laugh softly. "Yeah, sure. Just tell me when we can go, please."
"We can go next Sunday. I can meet you in Seattle before you leave and we can spend the afternoon dress hunting."
"Just remember this is Prom and not our weddings, okay? I don't feel like wearing some big puffy gown all night."
"Blah, blah, blah. You'll get what I tell you to get."
"I see this demanding streak runs in the family."
"Ew. I don't want to know anything my brother and I have in common. I'll see you tomorrow."
Dad knocks on my open bedroom door as I hang up the phone. I spin around and smile at him. "Hey, Daddy."
"Hey, Bells. I didn't hear you come in."
"I just got here ten minutes ago. I was about to come looking for you."
He motions to the phone. "Making plans with Alice?"
I nod, tossing the phone on the bed. "Edward is forcing me to go to Prom and Alice is all too thrilled about helping him out."
Dad chuckles. "He just wants you to have a normal senior year."
I nod again. "I know, I know. But we've talked about this; he and I have talked about this. I don't care about senior year, you guys. I like what I have just fine. Forcing me to participate in what you guys think is 'normal activities for a girl my age' is really just pissing me off."
Dad laughs loudly. "Excuse us for wanting you to be happy."
I push Dad out of my bedroom door. "Let's go find something to cook, shall we? I think it's time for another lesson with Chief Bella."
"Can we make something simple this time? I'd prefer not to go to all that trouble just for us to order pizza."
I giggle. "I won't be talking to Edward this time, so nothing will get burned."
* * *
"Goodnight, Dad. I'll see you in the morning."
"Sure thing, Bells."
I shut my bedroom door and smile at the little red flashing light on my phone beckoning me from the bed. I flop down beside it and open it up to see a text message from Edward.
I swear to God, Bella. If you haven't made it home yet, I'm going to kill you.
I gasp, sitting up in bed as I press his speed dial number. He answers the phone on the second ring.
"Are you in a hospital?"
"Are you hurt?"
"No," I say with a grimace.
"Are you dead?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Then you had me worrying for nothing?"
"I'm sorry, baby. I called Alice when I first got in and then Dad distracted me. It just completely slipped my mind to send you a text telling you I was home."
"Because you obviously don't do this once a week."
I sigh. "I said I was sorry, Edward."
He sighs just as unhappily. "You just can't do that to me, baby. You have such a long way to drive. I can't not worry."
"I'm sorry," I whisper. I always feel like shit when I do this. This isn't the first time and I wish so much that it could be my last.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so angry." He takes a deep breath. "What did you and Alice talk about?"
And that's that: argument over and forgiven. Not forgotten, but we've forgiven each other. I tell him all about my short conversation with Alice and then cooking with Dad. We bid each other goodnight once we realized we'd been on the phone for about an hour. Once I'm changed in to my pajamas and under my blankets, I close my eyes and try to picture my senior Prom with Edward.
It's been too fucking long of a Monday, and it's only lunch. Mondays are always the hardest day for me. I get to spend the weekend with Bella in our happy little bubble but then have to face the cold reality Monday morning that she doesn't live with me. However, these Mondays are dwindling down slowly. Soon—very soon—Bella will be a permanent fixture in our apartment.
James and Peter take their seats in front of me at our regular seat in the cafeteria. James slaps the table in front of me. "Tell me what's going on, Cullen. You call me last night telling me you have something really important to talk about but you won't tell me about it over the phone."
Peter nods. "That shit wasn't cool. I got worried until I called James. We thought you were… well, we thought you were relapsing."
I smile down at the table. "I apologize for that, but I'm a little… I'm a little nervous about this."
James and Peter exchange worried looks before looking back at me. I pull a small black box from my pocket and set it in the middle of the table. I watch both guys intently. They stare at the box like it's going to explode in two seconds and kill us all. Peter tentatively reaches for it before stopping midway and look at me. "Can I open it?"
I nod, giving him the permission he wanted. James leans in towards Peter as he opens the box. Their eyes get a little big and then they both frown. James looks at me. "As much as you talk about this Bella—that we still have yet to meet by the way—you would think that the ring would be a little… bigger."
I roll my eyes. "Bella isn't like that. I could give her a fucking bread-tie and she'd be happy."
Peter nods. "He's right, James. I mean, the chick has his initials tattooed on her side."
James chuckles. "I still want to see the rest of that tree."
I snatch the box back from Peter and narrow my eyes at James. "The tree isn't for you to see."
Peter smiles at me crookedly. "Still a little touchy about the tattoo subject are we?"
I roll my eyes. "Back to the proposal, guys."
Peter throws his hands up. "I think you should do it. You're completely in love with this chick."
James shakes his head. "I don't know, man. I mean why haven't we met her?"
"Because I'm just not… ready to share. I only get to see her for a short period of time on the weekend and I just don't feel like sharing that time with my friends."
They nod in understanding. James and Peter look at one another. Peter shrugs and James sighs. He looks back at me. "Get married. Who am I to tell you 'no'? I can't believe that. Both Cullen boys are going to be married."
At the table next to ours, one of the large football players calls my name. I turn to him and smile. "Hey, Johnny."
"Did I hear this right? You're getting married?"
I slip the ring box back in my pocket and nod. "I hope to be getting married. I haven't asked her yet."
"Dude! You're fucking crazy! We just had to go through this with your bro! What's the deal?! You Cullen guys used to be hardcore partiers! Ever since you two found these girls, we haven't seen you out."
I smile. "That's the beauty of finding the love of your life, gentlemen. When you find her, you'll know. Trust me."
I get up, wave goodbye to the jock table and Peter and James before heading on to my next class. This Sunday, Bella would find out what dress she'd be wearing and then I'd have to go get a suit to match. I couldn't fucking wait to make this night the magical night she'd always wanted it to be.
I hate saying goodbye to Edward early, but he understands completely and gives me a searing kiss goodbye, as if he's making sure I know what I'm leaving. Like I need a fucking reminder…
Alice and I meet at some dress shop that specializes in any occasion you'd need a dress for: gala, party, ball, prom, wedding, or wedding party. They have everything you'd need from the dress to the shoes to the accessories. My plan is to walk out of this place with everything I need so I can get home as soon as possible. Where did I find the energy to go constantly? I don't know, but today I'm feeling a little worn out.
We walk into the dress shop and are immediately greeted by two attendants. I look at the nametags on their matching suits. The tall redhead is named Michelle and the shorter brunette is named Katelyn.
"Welcome to Selita's Boutique. My name is Michelle, what can we do for you ladies today?"
Alice quickly lets the women know, "We're here to see what kind of Prom dresses you have."
Katelyn motions to the left side of the store. "We have plenty to choose from and a catalog of many more that aren't on display. Is there anything specific you're looking for?"
I point to myself. "I just need a dark color, like a midnight blue or hunter green. Maybe even a plum or maroon."
Alice looks at me questioningly and I shrug. "He told me I look my best in dark colors. He likes the way it makes me skin glow," I finish lamely, looking down at my shoes with a blush on my cheeks. I love the way Edward compliments me, but telling people about it always makes me blush. It feels like I'm giving away private information sometimes. With the way he tells me these things, it makes them seem like they're extremely private and personal things.
Alice giggles and nudges me. "Come on."
We follow Katelyn and Michelle to the left side of the store and let the two ladies aid in our epic quest to find the perfect Prom dresses. I'm actually surprised at how quickly we find the right ones. Alice gets an ice pink halter dress that has a short skirt that puffs out like is has some kind of tutu under the material. It's really… Alice-y.
My dress, on the other hand, is pretty simple. It's a maroon color that goes down to my ankles, ties behind my neck and exposes my entire back. Everyone is going to flip when they see my tattoo. No one but Alice and Jasper know about it. But most importantly, Edward is going to go nuts when he sees the dress—or rather when he sees me in the dress.
Before we leave Seattle, we decide Alice should take it to her house since our plan is to get ready there. When I pull into my Dad's driveway, I pull out my phone and immediately send a text to Edward.
Just made it home. Bought the dress. You're going to die when you see it.
By the time I get up to my room, my phone dings with a new text.
Are you trying to kill me? You can't do that to a person and then expect them to wait.
I can't help but giggle at his message. I press his speed dial and wait only one ring before he picks up.
"You're an evil, evil woman."
I laugh. "I know. I'm sorry… well, not really, this was your idea, so you brought this on to yourself, mister. It'll be worth the wait though. You'll love it."
"I fucking better."
"You will. Trust me."
"What color is it? I need to make sure I match… and your corsage matches."
I laugh again. "Color coordinating? I didn't know you had it in you."
"I should be offended by that. I happen to like the outfits I wear."
I roll my eyes even though he can't see me. "A t-shirt and jeans isn't too hard to match up."
"It's maroon. Go to Selita's Boutique. They have really nice sales ladies there. Maybe I can go with you so I can make sure you get the right color."
"Sure. We can do that this weekend when you get home."
I sigh. Home… I wish I were home right now… "Yeah, that'll be great."
"What's wrong? Your voice changed."
I shake my head, clearing my head of all the wishful thoughts and my eyes of the unshed tears. "Nothing. It's nothing." I pause for a second. "I need to go. I have laundry that I need to get done."
"No, Edward, don't. We don't need to do this. I just wish I were home is all."
He sighs dejectedly. "I shouldn't have said 'home'. I'm sorry… I—"
He sighs again. "I love you."
"I love you."
I hang up the phone and stare down at the flashing numbers. I hate this. God, how I hate living in two separate places. My Dad's house is no longer home to me. I'll always be welcome here; there's no doubt about it, but this isn't home anymore. Home is in Seattle; home is with Edward. And until I graduate high school, I'm going to be away from home far too often.
I try and push the dreaded feelings to the back of my mind and concentrate on getting ready to start my week.
* * *
On Tuesday, I get some much needed time with Jake. I head out to La Push after three. He gets out of school then and it takes me about twenty minutes to get to his house. I honk the horn when I drive up, relieving me of having to converse with Billy. He hated the Cullens to start with and now he feels that it's all Edward's fault for Jake's distrust in him (even though it's all his doing for going along with my revenge-obsessed father).
Jake runs out of the house, happy to see me, like usual. He pulls me into a tight hug. "Hey, Bells!"
He pulls away and holds me at arms' length. "It feels like it's been months instead of a week."
I nod. "I know the feeling."
He shakes his head. "You look tired."
I nod again. "That's because I am tired. I think this past year is finally catching up with me. All this running back and forth to Seattle and working and hanging out with you and Alice and Dad…" I sigh. "It makes me tired just thinking about all of it."
He wraps his large arm around my shoulders, leading me around the back of the house. "Then let's go watch some movies. It's too dreary of a day to hang out in the garage."
"Too 'dreary'? First of all, when did you start talking like that? And secondly, when did you start wanting to do anything besides working on your car?"
He shrugs. "I guess school is actually started to teach me something and I suppose since I care more about your well-being than my car, I can put off working in the garage for one day."
We walk in through the backdoor so we can avoid Billy. I kick off my shoes and crawl on to his bed. He shuffles through some of his DVDs. "Anything in particular? I've got some Simon Pegg movies, I know how much you love those."
"Shaun of the Dead?"
He chuckles and holds the DVD beside his head, wiggling it to show me he's got it as he turns on his TV and DVD player. As soon as the movie is in and playing, he crawls onto his bed beside me. I have no shame curling up to Jacob the way I do with Edward, simply because Jake and I will never be anything like Edward and I. They both make me feel safe and protected, and those feelings always calm and relax me.
* * *
"Bella? You have to wake up—it's getting late."
I open my eyes, focusing on the TV as I try to figure out what just happened. I lean off the massive chest I was using as a pillow and frown down at Jake. "I fell asleep?"
He chuckles and nods. I groan and bury my face in my hands. "Damn it. I'm so sorry, Jake."
He scoffs. "Bella, it's okay." He pulls my hands away from my face. "Look at me."
I pout. "It's not okay. I only get once a week to really hang out with you and I just slept it away."
He shakes his head. "I'd rather you sleep here than sleep on the road."
I sigh. "Still."
He pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back gently. "Bells, you need to slow down. Maybe ask for some time off from the diner or skip a couple of days of school and stay in Seattle. This is not healthy."
Before I can comment on Jake's idea, my phone rings from my back pocket. He chuckles. "Speak of the devil."
I smirk, flipping open my phone. "Hey, Edward, Jake and I were just talking about you."
"Shit. Today's Tuesday. I totally forgot. I'll let you—wait, did you say you were talking about me?"
I giggle and Jake wags his fingers, asking for the phone. "Jake wants to talk to you."
"Sure, put him on."
I hand Jake the phone and he gets off the bed. I pull one of his pillows against my chest and lay back down, watching him pace back and forth as he talks to Edward.
"Hey, man, how are ya?—I'm good. I just had to wake up your girlfriend. Apparently you aren't letting her rest while she's there.—I'm pretty sure you stay in bed the whole time you're there, but I doubt you're sleeping while you're doing it, but I'm not needing a play by play of your sex life right now. I need your help, because I think Ms. Swan is going to get stubborn and not take my advice.—It's my best advice yet, buddy. I think you'll love it as well. Bella needs a vacation from all this driving back and forth and working crap. I suggested she take time off of work from the diner or maybe skip a couple of days of school and stay in Seattle.—See? I told you you'd love it."
I throw one of his pillows at him. "Put him on speakerphone if the two of you are going to talk about me."
"Hold on, Edward. She wants me to put you on speakerphone." He pulls the phone away from his head and presses the speaker button on the side. "Can you hear me?"
"Absolutely," Edward replies, his beautiful voice sounding slightly distorted by the speaker.
"Hey, baby," I call out to him.
He chuckles before telling me, "Hey, little girl. What's this I hear about you sleeping at Jake's? I thought you guys were just friends?"
I roll my eyes at his joke. "What can I say, Edward? Jake's grown up since the last time you seen him."
"Okay, that's enough of that joke," he says quickly, causing Jake to laugh heartily.
"So, what do you suppose we do, Edward? Bella's going to collapse if we don't get her a vacation."
"I'll talk to Charlie and see what we can do."
"Hey," I interrupt them. "What the hell, you guys? I'm right here. Did you ever think about maybe asking me if I'd cooperate before you go behind my back?"
Edward and Jake both ask at the same time, "Would you if we didn't?"
I giggle. "That's too cute."
"Answer the damn question, little girl."
Jake rolls his eyes at my giggle. I nod. "Yes, I'd cooperate."
"Really?" they both ask in unison again.
I can't help but laugh harder. I get up and take my phone from Jake, turning off the speaker and pressing the phone to my ear. "Yes," I say to the both of them. "I've taken you off speakerphone by the way. I'll call you when I get home and we can suss out my vacation plans."
He chuckles softly. "The plans are taken care of. I think getting you here and keeping you happy and relaxed is the most important and easiest part."
"Then we just need to figure out when."
"Prom. The weekend you have Prom you come here and go home on Tuesday."
"That sounds good." I look up at Jake; his arms crossed and foot tapping. "I have to go. You're cutting into Jake's time."
He laughs loudly, causing Jake to narrow his eyes. "Tell him I apologize and thank him for me."
"I will. I'll talk to you in a little while."
"Love you," I tell him before I hang up the phone.
Jake rolls his eyes. "About damn time."
I roll mine right back and lay back down on his bed, moving over so he can get in with me. "He wants me to tell you thank you and he's sorry."
"You can tell him I accept his apology and he's welcome."
I stay for another hour before finally getting up and heading back to Forks. I tell Dad my plans for Prom and he thinks it's a good idea. He tells me he was about a week from suggesting the same plan. The next day at the diner, I put in for that Monday off, forcing me to have to come in Tuesday afternoon.
The next couple of weeks seem to fly by. Edward and I go looking for a suit for Prom at Selita's Boutique; having Michelle from the other day help us pick up the exact same color. He didn't let me see him in it, but I got to see the suit itself on a mannequin near the middle of the store. It looks like any other tuxedo—only the suit, vest, and tie are black, while shirt is maroon. I can just imagine him in it and the mere thought makes me weak in the knees.
It hit me after seeing Bella off the Sunday before Prom, that I was forgetting a major, major key point in this whole proposal thing: I need Charlie's permission. So, here I am, driving to Forks on a Wednesday afternoon. Bella will be at work while Charlie is hopefully at the station. Just because we're getting along doesn't mean he's going to give me permission to marry his daughter. So, I'd need witnesses if he tries to strangle me—or worse—for asking.
I try not to think negatively about the situation. I mean, we are living together on the weekends. I know he isn't stupid enough to think that we sit around watching TV the whole time, or that I sleep on the couch while she's there. So why wouldn't he grant me the permission I need to make his daughter an honest woman?
I groan as I pull up in the station's parking lot. His cruiser is missing, which means he's more than likely at home already. I pass by the diner to make sure Bella's car is there before heading over to Charlie's. I pull in behind his cruiser and take a deep breath before getting out of the car. I try to calm my nerves before getting out of the car, but the front door opens before I can get to the level of calmness I need to get to.
Maybe I should've spoken to my father about this before coming…
I get out of the car and smile at Charlie. "Hey, Chief."
"Hey, Edward. Everything okay?"
I nod. "Great. Um, do you have a moment to talk?"
He chuckles and nods. "Yeah, I think I have a second."
We walk into the house, where I follow him into the living room. He turns off the TV and motions to the couch beside him. "Have a seat. Tell me what's on your mind."
He has an amused look on his face which concerns me slightly—maybe he knows why I'm here. Why else would I come here without asking for Bella right away?
"Sir, I have a very important question to ask you, but I feel like I need to tell you something as equally important before I ask you."
He scoffs. "I thought we settled this 'sir' thing."
I nod. "Yeah, we did. Sorry… you know, old habits and all…"
He laughs, motioning for me to continue. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
I take a deep breath. "Charlie, you have to know by now that I'm completely in love with Bella. I love her more than I can articulate into words. She's my everything and I want to thank you for letting me be in her life; for allowing me to love her without fighting us anymore. I want to give her the world. I want to take care of her for the rest of our lives. I want to marry her, but I can't do that without your permission."
He nods. "Yeah, you can do that without my permission. That's the wonderful thing about free will, son."
"Yes, but I would rather have your permission to marry her before I asked her."
"When do you plan on doing this?"
He chuckles and nods. "She'll like that very much, I think."
He falls silent, staring at the coffee table lost in thought. I leave him to his thoughts for a moment, before I can't take it any longer.
"Charlie, please tell me I can marry her. Please, tell me I have your blessing."
His eyes snap up, locking with mine. He sighs. "You have to promise me that you'll never, ever hurt her. You have to give me your word that you will give her the world and take care of her for the rest of your lives. I know anybody can make those promises, but it takes a man to honor them. I need you to be that man, Edward."
I nod. "You have nothing to fear where she's concerned, Charlie. I'd die if anything happened to her."
"And this shit that happened at the beginning of the year? With the drinking? She was pretty torn up about all of it. She was just… drifting, waiting until you got your act together. She wasn't the same girl I saw before that happened or the same girl I see now. You can't let that happen again, Edward."
I shake my head. "You have my word, sir. I didn't anticipate how hard it would be to be away from her. She's an amazing girl, Charlie. The most amazing girl I've ever met and… no, I won't make excuses for my behavior or try and give reasons as to why it happened. It happened, but it won't happen again. I give you my word that it won't and that I will be what she needs me to be from now on."
Charlie stood, holding out his hand. I followed suit, clasping his hand with mine. "I'll take your word for it, Edward. I give you permission to marry Bella."
I could sing right now. I don't know what I'd sing, but I feel like the heavens just opened up and shone their light upon me, blessing me with this gift: Charlie's permission. I can't help myself when I wrap my arms around the man, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, Charlie. Thank you so much."
He chuckles, pushing me away. "Get out of here before Bella finds out you're in town."
I laugh with him. "She'd kill me if she knew I was here without saying hi to her."
"Exactly. If you don't leave now, then all of this will be for nothing."
I shake his hand one last time. "Thanks."
He smiles. "You're a good man, Edward. I see what Bella sees… I trust you."
Another 'thank you' just doesn't seem like it would be appropriate. I say my goodbyes and get the hell out of Forks before anyone even knows I'm in town.
Between work, school, friends, and Seattle, I hardly notice when the day before Prom arrives. Alice brings it to my attention once we get out of school Thursday. We make arrangements to get our hair fixed Friday morning, meaning we're skipping school. Thankfully, most of the teachers didn't mind half the senior class not being there, which means I'll only have to worry about the homework from Monday and Tuesday.
On Friday morning, I get a wakeup call from Edward.
"Good morning, beautiful. Excited about tonight?"
I giggle sleepily. "Edward, you're interrupting my beauty sleep."
He scoffs. "Like you fucking need it. Get up, little girl. You have a very big day ahead of you."
I roll my eyes, readying my reply, but before I can respond, there's a knock on my bedroom door. "Bells?"
"Hold on a second, Edward."
I pull the phone away from my ear. "Come in, Dad."
Dad opens the door and I gasp. In his hands is a large vase of red tulips. Suddenly, I'm wide awake and smiling like a loon. I pick the phone back up. "Edward…"
"Don't even think about thanking me. That's just the beginning. Now get up and go get your hair done. I plan on being in Forks around four this afternoon. Apparently, Mom is cooking dinner for us and Alice and Jasper after she takes a shit load of pictures."
I laugh. "Then I'll see you at four."
"On the dot."
I hang up the phone and jump out of bed, grabbing the vase from Dad's hands. He laughs, telling me, "He's had this whole thing coordinated out for the past couple of days, just so you know."
He kisses my forehead. "Get ready or you're going to be late."
He winks at me before shutting my bedroom door. I hurry through getting ready by taking a quick shower and pulling on some yoga pants and a random t-shirt. I grab my purse, jacket, and keys on the way out, hollering at my Dad that I'd see him at the Cullen's house later today. I meet Alice at her house, taking her car to Port Angeles to get our hair done.
"So what all do you know about tonight's plans? Edward told me Esme wanted to cook for us. When did she decide that?"
"This morning when Edward called."
I frown. "He called Esme? Why?"
Alice shrugs. "I don't know. I have no idea what my brother has planned for tonight."
I smile. "I was surprised by a vase full of red tulips this morning."
Alice gasps. "He sent you flowers?!"
I nod, smiling wider at the remembrance of the large vase of flowers in my room. Alice sighs. "That's really sweet."
I flip on the radio and find a loud party song. Alice laughs. "It's like ten am, Bella."
I shrug, turning it up. "So?! I want to have fun today, and guess what? You're going to join me!"
Alice laughs, turning the radio even louder. By the time we get back to the Cullen house after getting our hair done, it's almost three p.m. and Edward and Jasper would be there in about an hour. We run up to Alice's room to freshen up, put on our dresses, and do our makeup.
I look at the clock and see it's almost four-thirty. I'm about to bring this to Alice's attention when a quick rapid knock sounds through her bedroom. Alice looks at the clock and then at me. "Jasper and Edward should be here by now."
Alice prances over to the door, pulling it open and smiling brightly. She reaches through the door and pulls Esme inside the room. Esme holds her daughters hands, looking her up and down. "You look beautiful, Alice!"
She turns to me and smiles even wider. "Edward… poor, poor Edward."
"Are they here?" Alice asks excitedly.
Esme nods, taking our hands and pulling us behind her as she exits Alice's bedroom.
"I hear clicking. I think that's them," I hear Carlisle say from the living room. I can't take Esme's slow pace, so I pull my hand away from hers and rush past her to get to the bottom of the stairs faster. Edward stands from his spot on the couch, his jaw going slack when he turns around and sees me.
"Holy shit," he whispers. Carlisle sighs dejectedly.
Edward and I walk towards each other, meeting in the middle of the living room. He takes my hand into his, bringing it up to his lips. "Turn around… slowly."
I do as told, turning around for him to see, making sure to keep my backside to him a little longer. I want him to take in the backless dress and the sight of my tattoo. He growls low. I turn back around and look him up and down and grin. "You look awfully dashing."
"There aren't words to describe your beauty right now."
I touch his clean shaven cheek and smile. He holds my hand against his cheek with his, kissing my wrist. I hear the shutter of a camera and turn to see Esme and Carlisle both taking pictures. Carlisle smiles at me. "Charlie said he'd be a little late and to start dinner without him."
Edward takes my hand and leads me to the dining room, where he pulls out my chair for me, pushing it in as I take my seat. The diner goes by quickly with Charlie showing up halfway through. "Wow, you guys look great! A lot better than how your mother and I looked at our Prom."
As soon as diner is finished, Edward surprises Alice and me with the limo. He tells Alice and Jasper that there will be a car at the lodge to take them home since we'll be heading back to Seattle after the Prom is over. Alice and Jasper don't care too much; they are too busy making eyes at each other. They both look great. Jasper even got his vest and tie to match Alice's pink dress.
We take a ton of pictures both inside and outside of the Cullen house. We get out of there around six p.m. and we still have to drive about thirty minutes to the hunting lodge where Prom is being held at. The conversation is lacking on the drive. Jasper and Alice are whispering to one another and Edward can't take his eyes off of me.
He brushes his lips against my ear. "You truly are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I lean against him, snaking my hand under his coat as I move closer to him. He tenses up, which causes me to stop moving my hand at his side. I look up into his eyes and find them closed tightly. "Sensory overload."
I smirk, pulling back away from him. He sighs unhappily. "I'm sorry, baby, but if I'm going to be around you all night, I'm going to have to take you in small doses," he whispers sadly.
I kiss his cheek. "It's okay, I understand. I'm going to have to refrain myself from provoking you."
He cups my jaw, lifting my face to press a slow kiss to my lips. I hum happily against his lips, smiling as he smiles. "I missed you," I whisper.
He rubs his nose against mine, kissing me softly before doing it again. "I missed you, too."
He wraps his arms around me, holding me against his side as we ride the rest of the way to the lodge in silence. When we get there, the Prom is in full swing. We take even more pictures at the door before we're actually allowed inside the lodge.
Just as predicted, everyone flocks to me to get a look at my tattoo. The girls shamelessly flirt with Edward and I can't help but roll my eyes as he hardly gives them the time of day. We dance until we can't stand and drink punch until our tongues are red. After a while, we lose track of Jasper and Alice and find ourselves alone.
It's close to the end of the night and everyone is slowly filing out, heading to whatever after party they want to attend. My after party is in Seattle and it's in my bed. Edward and I haven't been able to stop touching one another all night long. His hands have hardly left my back and mine have hardly left his chest. He ditched his jacket and tie sometime ago, leaving him in just his vest, shirt, and obviously pants and shoes.
When the DJ gives the last dance call, Edward pulls me outside in the cold. He jogs over to the pavilion near the edge of a tall cliff that is enclosed by tall bushes, dragging me behind him as he goes. I could hardly hear the music coming from the ball room, but the second he pulls me against his chest and starts dancing with me, it doesn't matter that I can't hear it.
I close my eyes as he rests his forehead against mine, spinning us in slow circles. I feel something cold and hard touch my finger on my left hand just as his lips brush against mine whispering, "Marry me."
I gasp, jumping back and covering my face with my hands, leaving my eyes uncovered so I can see him. However, when I jump back he drops the ring and I gasp again. I bend down to pick it up, but in my haste—and my heels—I lose my balance, leaving Edward to catch me. We both end up falling; him landing on his backside with me in his lap.
Edward laughs loudly while I laugh softly in embarrassment. Once he settles down, he cups my face, kissing me soundly. When he pulls away from me, he looks me dead in the eyes.
"Tell me yes," he whispers desperately.
As if I could tell him anything else. I smile brightly and nod excitedly. "Hell yes!"
He laughs, his eye brows raised in surprise as he slides the ring on my finger. "And here I thought we were going to have to edit the telling of the story because of my mouth."
I look down at my finger, ignoring his jibe. The ring is so beautiful and simple and I love it so much, vowing at that moment that I'll never wear another ring to take away from the beauty of this one. The only other ring I'll ever wear is my wedding band. I look up at him, launching myself at him as I kiss him wantonly. I could make love to him right here in the cold.
Instead, he reminds me of Alice and Jasper's ride home and tells me it's time for us to go home to Seattle. I don't argue. We go inside, tell Alice and Jasper bye as we get our things, and get in the limo. I realize I haven't told Alice the good news, but it can wait. I just need him, and if the grip he has on my hip tells me anything, it's that he needs me, too. As soon as we're in the limo, we attack each other.
He pushes me away once we get out of town. "No, wait, Bella. I'm not going to have sex with you in the back of limo. Not right now."
I can't help the whimper that escapes me as I rock against his lap. "Edward," I whisper.
He shakes his head. "Please, baby. Just wait. I have a surprise waiting for you at home."
I rest my forehead against his, sighing at the use of the word 'home'. I curl up to him, pressing my face against his neck. "Okay," I whisper.
Edward holds me to him as he moves down the seat, giving him room to lay us down. I rest my head on his arm as we curl up to each other as we lay down. He runs his hand up the outside of my thigh, pushing my dress up as he goes. He presses his face against my neck as his moves his hand back and forth, groping and caressing. I unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt, running my hands over his chest and up and down his neck.
For the next three hours, we do nothing but touch and kiss, teasing each other until near insanity. Finally, the limo comes to a stop outside of the apartment. Edward tips the man, holding me against him so I don't run into the house to find my surprise. Once we're at the door, he pushes me against the door, kissing me heatedly as he unlocks the dead bolt and the doorknob. He pulls me against him without breaking the kiss as he opens the front door.
He picks me up, continuing the kiss as he holds me against him, walking through the front door and shutting it behind him. He finally pulls away from me as he locks the door. The house is completely dark, but we both know the layout like the back of our hands.
He surprises me as he scoops me up in his arms and heads towards the stairs. Taking one step at a time, slowly, he makes his way upstairs until he's at our bedroom entrance.
"Open the door, baby."
I reach out in the darkness and open it. The sight before me takes my breath away. Edward sets me down slowly as I take everything in. The small lamps on either side of the bed are on with red material draped over them, casting a sensual glow over the room. On our white bedspread are flower petals in the shape of a heart with two paths of petals leading from the bed to where I'm standing.
I spin around and look up at Edward, tears coming to my eyes. "This is…"
He smiles at me crookedly. "The magical night you always dreamed Prom would be."
I smile brightly, throwing myself at him. He catches me, holding me against him. I move forward to kiss him, but he prevents me by pulling away. "What's wrong?" I ask him.
"I know that I can't give you back our first time so we can have it tonight, but I thought that maybe tonight we could make it special by having our first time being engaged."
I sigh against his lips, wrapping my arms around him tighter. "Make love to me, Edward. Please?"
His lips are on mine as he sets me on my feet. He quickly has the tie at the back of my neck undone and my dress pooled at my feet before I can even realize it. He groans throatily as he sees that I'm wearing absolutely nothing underneath my dress.
"Bella," he groans before crashing his lips against mine. As he attacks my lips and neck and palms my breasts, I get him out of his clothes. As soon as he's as naked as I am, he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist, walking us over to the bed where he lays me down in the middle of the flower petals.
I pick one up, curious all of the sudden as to what kind of petals these are. I smile at him as I realize. "Tulips."
He smiles down moving between my legs. He kisses his way down my body until his face is buried in my pussy. He sucks and licks as if he were a desperate man drinking a glass of water. His talented tongue, lips, and fingers bring me to completion almost immediately. All the touching from the limo had me on the edge and ready for this.
He kisses his way back up my body, kissing me deeply as he reaches my lips. I push against him until he gets on his back beside me. I have no intention of returning the favor simply because I need him inside of me. I throw my leg over his waist, straddling him. He positions himself with one hand as he pushes me down onto him with his other one.
The further he slides into me the more complete and whole I feel. My back arches and my head falls back as soon as he's all the way in. "Fucking perfect…"
I look down at him to see his look of adoration and devotion. The expression brought tears to my eyes. I grab his hands and pull him into a sitting position, wrapping my arms around him as I press my forehead against his.
"Happy tears?" he asks in a soft voice as he wipes them off my cheek.
I didn't even realize they'd fallen until he spreads the wetness across my cheek. I nod. "Very happy."
He crashes his lips against mine as I start moving off of him slowly. I move back onto him just as slowly, starting a slow and steady rhythm. I don't want this to end anytime soon. I have to move this way or it'll be too much for him. The feeling of it all gets to be too much for me to concentrate on kissing.
"Hold on," he whispers against my panting mouth.
He moves us back so that I'm lying on my back with him on top of me, all without breaking the connection. He cradles me against him before he starts moving again. His lips trail up and down my neck, but I want his lips on mine. I grip his hair tighter, pulling his face back up to mine. His lips attack mine in a hungry frenzy. I release the grip on his hair and move my arms so they circle his torso. I can feel my second orgasm coming on and I dig my fingernails in to his back.
"So close… please, Bella… need you to come."
"I'm closer. Touch yourself," he begs me desperately.
I move my hand between our bodies and rub my clit hard. If he's close, then I need to get closer. "Kiss me," I tell him.
I grip his hair again as his lips find mine. The combination of it all causes me to finally release with Edward right behind me. We stay completely still, panting heavily into each other's mouth as we come down from our post-orgasmic high. He pulls out of me, hissing as his sensitive skin moves against mine. He rests his forehead against mine as he lowers the rest of his body on to mine.
"My Bella," he says reverently against my lips.
"My fiancé," I say back.
He smiles brightly. "My fiancé."
I kiss him slowly before pulling away to tell him, "I love you."
"I love you."
We lay like this until a shiver runs through him. His hot skin is cooling causing the sweat to make him cold. I kiss him softly. "Let's get under the covers. I'm not done with you yet, mister."
There ya have it. Hope you enjoyed the goodness. The next outtake will be the Tattoo Outtake and then we'll be getting to the Christmas Outtake for rcace. (see what I mean about the 'not in chronological order?)
As for chapter seven of The Maiden Swan...: It's coming soon. LOL! I can't give you dates. Sorry. .
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PS: This is pretty important... k? Okay, so I'm not doing the outtake with Edward and his breakdown. That would be where Edward starts drinking and almost breaks him and Bella up. All you'll get from that time slot is the first two chapters of "The Maiden Swan..." You can head over to my profile for the reasons why. They're at the bottom of the page.