A/N: Here is a short bit of love for you all… I am sure I will get a lot of disappointed comments but I wanted to get you something instead of being a total update fail again this week. I hope you will all understand.
RL is totally still kicking my ass and I am working on something special… more updates in my later A/N at the end of this chapter… please leave me and the Fabu DT some love…. Your continued support for this story is both awesome and humbling and you all totally make DT's day when you mention her in your reviews… and believe me my lovelies… she deserves it for putting up with me and making my chaps sparkle…
Speaking of my kick ass Beta… we see a few more of my fav twi-character parental units in this chapter and it's all thanks to her… she truly is an amazing authoress in her own right… feel free to leave her love as well… she is the wind beneath my wings … and all kinds of other sappy bull shit as well...lol!
The song in this chapter is To Make You Feel My Love, which had been done by many great musicians: Bob Dylan, Billy Joel, Garth Brooks, to name a few, but this version is inspired by a rendition I heard performed by a singer named Adele… if you haven't heard it please check that shit out… it's great.
Things I own: A large collection of Disney videos, none of which my child will watch, with the exception of Cars, which the Hubz and I have seen about 200 times in the last 2 weeks…
Things I Don't: All things Twilight and any of the song lyrics you see here…
Onward my lovelies...
I was not sure what just happened, but Edward's face looked like he just saw a ghost.
"What's the matter Edward?"
He paused for a moment and shot me a worried look as if he wasn't sure how he should respond to me. He beckoned me closer to him and placed his arm around my shoulder before returning his gaze to the computer screen.
"Baby, do you remember meeting this woman?"
He showed me a picture of the two executives that approached me at the club and I turned to look back to his face to find it worried and full of concern.
"Um, yeah, she was with the guy, James, I think her name was Victoria. James said she was the one who had seen a few of my performances and brought me to his attention. I assumed she was an executive or something at the record company, why?"
"Um, baby, I'm not sure how to say this, but I need you to think very carefully before answering me here."
I blushed a bit at his use of the endearment. It was obvious he was concerned about something and that using it had been second nature, which made it even sweeter. God, I loved him.
"Okay." I responded, carefully.
"Bella, did either of them mention me during your conversation? At all?"
Huh. That particular question startled me. I had no idea where he was going with this but I was starting to get worried, so I figured I'd just ask.
"I don't think so. Why do you ask? What's going on here, Edward?"
Edward hesitated a moment before speaking, "this woman, Victoria, is Tanya's older sister."
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. I really was not expecting that. "Oh," I said, unsure of what else I could say in that moment. I was so confused right now.
What did this mean? Were they not really interested in me? Was this all just some elaborate plot to get to Edward?
I must have looked pitiful because Edward shut the computer and turned to me, tucking his hand under my chin to get me to look at him.
"Love, I know what you're thinking right now, or at least I have a good idea," his thumb came up and smoothed the worried crease that had appeared between my eyebrows. One finger tried to push the corner of my mouth up into a smile.
"What is all of this Edward? Do they not really like my voice?" I asked in defeat. I felt like I already knew the answer.
Edward chuckled once and leaned forward to kiss my forehead. His lips were soft, but it felt like they left a small burning fire where they swept against my skin, "baby, your voice is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. I'm not sure what this all means but if they aren't interested, trust me, another company will be. You're amazing and any label would be so lucky to have you signed. Please don't worry, I promise that we'll figure this out. I'm going to come with you to this meeting on Thursday, but before that, we are going to pick a few songs that will knock them dead." he said as he absently ran his fingers up and down my side, slowly letting his fingers drift closer and closer to my breast. I shivered as his thumb grazed the side of one, tentatively.
He had a point, I knew he did, but it was really tough right now to focus on anything when his hands were making my body feel crazy things, sexy things.
My eyes closed, "mmm Edward." I moaned, softly.
When I looked at him again, his eyes were emerald fire. His hands continued on their path towards my breasts. My nipples were already tightening to stiff peaks and he hadn't even touched them yet. My body was an instrument and he played it masterfully. I reached out with one hand to cup his cheek and let my other hand tangle in his silky, messy, sexy hair. I tugged lightly as our lips touched, causing a moan to come from deep in his chest.
Our passions ignited and I launched myself into his lap, sucking his tongue into my mouth and grinding my already soaked center onto his hard cock. I wanted him inside me, no, I needed him inside me and I couldn't wait another moment to have him there.
He lifted me off of him slightly so that he could release himself from his pants and I removed my jeans and panties before climbing back into his lap. His cock was rock hard and I couldn't help but grind my wet swollen flesh against it, causing his breath to hiss from him as he grabbed my hips so tight I was sure he would leave marks. I was so beyond caring at that point.
I slid my slick core along his rigid length, moaning at how good it felt to have him there. His cock was hot and hard and I wanted him in me, now.
I grasped his hardness and pumped him a few times, enjoying the feel of his flesh sliding in and out of my hand and the sounds he made while I manipulated him. I lined him up to my entrance and sunk down on him slowly, wanting to feel every inch, every vein as he slid home. His cock was glorious and I began to set a dizzying rhythm, bouncing on him. Grinding hard on the down stroke, I swiveled my hips for some extra friction when he was fully inside me.
His lips were everywhere on my body, my lips, my face, my neck. As his tongue lashed out and made contact with one hardened nipple, his breathing hitched, "oh God, Bella you feel so good. I'm not going to last long with you riding me like this. I want you to come for me."
He punctuated his words by trailing his fingers to where we were joined, stroking my clit softly, and then placing more pressure, rubbing and stroking it in earnest. He timed the strokes of his fingers to the rhythm I set as I rode him harder. I was so close to my own orgasm, I couldn't stop. I needed to feel him explode inside me, wanted to hear him let go as I did.
His hips were lifting beneath me and he met mine thrust for thrust as my tempo increased. I was slamming down on his cock at an intense rate. The sounds of our flesh slapping together mingled with our labored breathing and it only served to bring me closer as he quickened the speed of his rubbing fingers on my soaked and swollen nub.
"I'm so close...fuck...Edward! Your cock is so fucking good, so good! I'm going to come!"
One of his hands tightened on my hip, bringing me down on him so hard, it was almost painful, and yet, it hurt so good. The other continued stroking me, and he pinched my clit, causing me finally lose it. My body felt like it had exploded, spontaneously combusted and was going down in flames, my eyes screwed shut as I came harder than I ever had before.
Edward didn't slow down, he just held my hips still over him as he continued to piston his hard dick in and out of me, the movement of his hips now erratic and his breath labored, as he chanted something rough and soft into my ear. It took me a moment to realize what he said.
He chanted that over and over, each word punctuated by a hard thrust into me, his words revving me up again, bringing me closer to another orgasm than I would have thought possible in such a short amount of time. I was frantic, out of my mind, so sensitive was my body right now, that I wasn't sure I'd survive another explosive orgasm like the last one.
"God, Edward! I can't, not again, can't take it."
He growled and continued his thrusts. The course growl that erupted from his chest seemed to pulse through me, straight to the muscles in my pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly as I dropped my forehead to his shoulder.
"Yes, Bella, come again baby, come for me please! Come with me, so close baby," he snaked his hand into the hair at the base of my neck and pulled my head back, "look at me, baby. Let me see you when you come for me."
My body sang for him and my release washed over me at the sound of his rough and raspy voice, my eyes never leaving his, as he slammed me down on him one last time, his body shuddering with his own release.
"Ahhhh Bellllaaa!" his head thrown back, his hips settled on the sofa as we both came down, gasping and sweaty.
We sat there, still entwined, as our bodies cooled and out heart rates slowed. Minutes or hours had passed, neither of us sure, neither cared, we were so wrapped up in each other.
Eventually we cleaned up, first taking a long shared shower, getting sidetracked by our soapy nakedness. We finally got out and toweled off quickly when the hot water ran out.
Edward pulled his shirt over his head and grinned as he watched me run a brush through my wet hair, "you hungry?" he asked.
I smirked up at him, "I could eat something."
He stepped up behind me, wrapping one arm around my waist and one around my shoulders, "I've got...something...for you to eat," he whispered suggestively into my ear.
"You're going to kill me, Edward," I laughed, leaning my head back on his shoulder and shuddering at the soft kisses he was placing on my neck.
He abruptly pulled back and dropped his arms, earning a playful scowl from me, "well, we wouldn't want that to happen. Come on. I'll make you pancakes for dinner." Edward laced his fingers through mine and led me into the kitchen.
Edward sat me at the table and began rummaging through the refrigerator, looking for the needed ingredients when we heard a knock on the front door. We looked at each other, but before he could close the fridge and answer the knocking, we heard a voice.
"Edward? Are you here? Your father and I have been knocking for ten minutes."
He hung his head for a moment before he sighed, "yeah, Mom. In the kitchen."
Normally, I would have been overjoyed to see Esme. I had known her since I was seven years old. After my mom left when I was nine, Esme had become like a second mother to me. She knew all of my likes and dislikes. She held me while I cried over skinned knees and broken hearts. When anyone asked me about my mother, my thoughts immediately went to Esme, rather than the woman who had given birth and then abandoned me.
But Esme only knew me as Bella Swan, Alice's friend. She had never met Bella Swan, Edward's girlfriend, and as I heard two sets of footsteps making their way through the house, my heartbeat picked up in double time. I glanced nervously at Edward and was suddenly hyper-aware of our wet hair. He smirked at me and winked from his position holding the fridge door open.
Esme hurried into the kitchen without looking around and kissed Edward on the cheek. Her arms were full of bags, "Edward, honey, close the fridge door. Are you trying to cool the neighborhood? We were at IKEA and I found a perfect reading lamp for the top of your piano. And Emmett needed new sheets..." She was a small woman, with beautiful light brown hair that hung down her back like a thick, straight curtain. Her eyes were brown and her face and mannerisms were identical to Alice's.
Carlisle strolled into the room behind his wife, his arms full of bags as well. In the fifteen years that I had known him, he had never changed and was still as gorgeous as ever. Before laying eyes on Edward for the first time in the Cullen family picture, I had sort of had a little crush on Carlisle.
"Bella!" Carlisle exclaimed when he saw me.
"Hi, Mr. Cullen," I said, shyly.
Esme turned from Edward and rushed over to me, dropping her bags on the table next to my elbow before kissing my cheek and hugging my shoulders tightly, "Bella, I didn't know you were here! How wonderful to see you, sweetheart! It's been too long! Alice told me about your singing and the meeting you have this week. How amazing! I always knew you would be famous!" She looked at Edward, "I didn't see Alice's car. Alice!" She called to her daughter.
"Um...Alice isn't here..." I began, but Esme interrupted my explanation.
"Not here? But..." she looked in between Edward and myself and her smile faded slightly, "Edward. What's going on here?"
I glanced around the room as Esme stared her son down. Carlisle was watching Edward with his head cocked to the side, as if considering something intently. Edward moved his gaze from his mother's eyes to me and I could see that although he was slightly tense, there was deep emotion lingering in the green depths. A corner of his amazing lips pulled up into an unintentional smile and when I looked at Carlisle again, his face had turned from confusion into a knowing smile.
As Esme waited for her son to answer her question, her hand had reached out to play with my hair in a maternal way, as she had a million times when I was young. She suddenly turned her penetrating gaze to me, "Bella, your hair is all wet."
Edward finally stepped in, "can I talk to you for a moment in the other room, Mom?"
"Yes. I have a few things I would like to say to you, as well." Esme's voice was clipped and short.
I broke out into a cold sweat as mother and son marched stiffly through the adjoining dining room into the living room. Carlisle smiled, winked, and patted me on the shoulder as he followed them.
I took a deep breath and wondered if Esme was really going to disapprove of me for Edward. She had always loved me as a daughter and had told me on more than one occasion that I was a good, steady influence on her erratic, flighty daughter. But approving of me for her doctor-son was something else entirely.
I knew I should have given them some privacy, but I couldn't help it. I tiptoed into the dining room until I could hear their quiet, muted voices.
"...has to stop!" I heard Esme whisper-yell. My heart sunk.
"Would you stop and listen to me, Mom?" Edward shot back, "you have no idea what's going on."
"No, but I know you, Edward! Bella is a good girl and I know your history with women. I don't want to have to hunt down my own son when her heart is broken! And what about Alice when that happens, huh? You use Bella for your own purposes and when you get tired of her, Alice has to choose between her best friend and her brother?"
I thought for sure that Edward was going to lose his temper, but when he spoke again, his voice cracked, "I'm not going to hurt her, Mom. I never could. I'm in love with her."
No one spoke for several seconds, but when Esme whispered again, her voice was careful, "you love her?"
I heard a sigh and recognized it as Edward's, "more than anything. If I wasn't so stupid and stubborn, I would have realized it years ago, but yes. She's the one. The only one. I know you've always thought of her as a member of our family, and someday, she will be, I can promise you that."
My mouth suddenly went dry and I broke out in chills. Clapping a hand over my mouth, I tiptoed back to the kitchen. Oh. My. God. Did Edward just tell his parents that he wanted to marry me someday? When did this happen?
I pulled a water bottle out of the fridge and leaned against the counter to get my bearings. If any of my previous boyfriends had mentioned the "M" word, I would have gathered my things and run out of their home as quickly as possible. That word had always scared me to death. But this was Edward. And for the first time, the word "marriage" didn't make me want to vomit. I let my mind wander for a moment and imagined waking up every day next to Edward and falling asleep every night in his strong arms. I pictured myself making him breakfast and although I despised everything June Cleaver stood for, I could very easily picture myself meeting him at the door every evening after his shift at the hospital with a drink and a kiss before he bent down to scoop up our child into his arms.
I wanted it.
Not today or next week or even next year, but someday, I wanted a perfect life and a perfect family with my Edward.
When Edward and his parents returned to the kitchen, I was still leaning against the counter sipping my water and casually flipping through a magazine that I had found under a pile of mail. I had no clue what magazine it was since I was still daydreaming about having babies with Edward.
I swallowed hard and looked up at them, trying to maintain my casual appearance. Esme immediately rushed over to me and hugged me tightly. I looked at Edward over her shoulder and he winked at me, melting away most of my anxiety. I was actually able to smile at Esme when she pulled back and looked at me.
She placed a hand on my cheek, "Bella," she cooed, her eyes shining.
Esme then turned to Edward and placed a hand on his chest, "Edward."
I pressed my lips together, trying to not to laugh at her obvious happiness. Her apparent acceptance of me had me feeling suddenly giddy. Edward and Carlisle were not as strong apparently, and I heard soft chuckles escape them both.
She patted the hand on Edward's chest, oblivious to her husband's and son's amusement, "okay. Your father and I are leaving. Tell Emmett we said 'hi'." She leaned in and kissed my cheek once more before sweeping out of the room. Carlisle rolled his eyes behind her back, hugged me, and clapped his son on the arm as he followed her out of the house.
Edward gathered me in his arms before we even heard the front door shut, "did I mention that I love you?"
I nuzzled my head into his chest, "um, maybe once or twice. But you can tell me again."
"I love you, baby," his voice was soft, and I could hear his smile.
"I love you, too. Especially when you make me breakfast for dinner."
He laughed and any amount of tension we may have felt disappeared completely.
We finally made it to the music room as the sun set, the remaining daylight that was filtering through the windows made Edward's hair look like it was glowing as he bent his head and set his fingers to the keys, playing a few scales as a warm up before moving into a much more complex piece. I stood and listened to him play, my heart so full of my love for him in that moment it was hard to breath.
I knew what song I was going to choose to sing on Thursday.
I waited for him to finish his piece, utterly amazed at his talent. I told him so. He slid over at my urging and raised a brow as I ran my fingers over the keys, picking out the melody, trying to recall the intro to the song I wanted to play for him.
His eyes widened slightly and he smiled when he finally realized what I was playing.
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go blind for you
I'd go crawling down the aisle for you
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on a rolling sea
Down the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
But you ain't seen nothing like me yet
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
Make you happy, make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love
He let me finish the song completely before he spoke a word, and when he did it was to tell me how much he loved me, the look in his eyes intense and humbling. He meant it.
That night as I lay in my own bed, my body and mind missing him immensely, I resolved to do what I could to make sure that at the end of all this drama, he ended up as mine, for as long as he would let me keep him. I couldn't lose him now, he was everything to me.
To quote the lyrics of the song I sang for him earlier, I'd go hungry, I'd go blind, there really was nothing I wouldn't do to make him feel, make him understand, just how much I loved him.
A/N: yes my lovelies, it is short, but it is something. I wanted to make sure I didn't totally fail this week and you know I am working on something totally special right now that is owning me. It promises to me good and I am really psyched about it… it is called the count down to Halloween and it's going to kick major ass…
30 one-shots, each by a different author, all of whom remain anonymous until the very end! One story posted each day of October with it all being capped off by one large collaborative piece by lots of your fave authors… it's going to be EPIC!
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