The next few weeks passed by quickly. Our entire family were happy to see us together, Mom and Esme were ecstatic; apparently they had known since the minute we met as babies that this day would come. Charlie wasn't too shocked to hear the news either, but he did take Edward aside and do the usual father thing and ask what his intentions for his daughter were – and to warn him that his shotgun was still working perfectly. Typically Dad.
If Edward and I weren't attached to the hip before, we sure as hell were now. I couldn't stay away from him for more than a few hours, and even that was hard work.
I groaned as the sliver of light coming through my bedroom curtains woke me up. Tiredly, my hand reached up to rub at my eyes. I adjusted to the light of the room and looked to my side, smiling when I spotted Edward's sleeping form. He had been sneaking into my room at night, where we would huddle up together and talk about nothing all that important. It had gotten to the point where I was nearly unable to sleep without him next to me.
I quietly crawled closer to him, kissing his neck softly.
"Edward," I whispered, my kisses moving towards his collarbone. "Wake up," He groaned, but didn't make an attempt to move. I sat up and placed a leg on either side of him, so I was now straddling him. I leaned down, swiftly planting a kiss on his lips. His lips almost instantly began to move with mine as his hands came up to grip my hips tightly. Our kiss quickly intensified, and we were soon panting into each others mouths.
"Good morning." I mumbled against his lips when our kisses had finally slowed down. I could feel his smile against my lips.
"Very good morning," he clarified, nodding his head. I giggled, placing my forehead against his. "What time is it?" he asked. It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't checked, and I jumped, hoping that we hadn't slept in too late.
I sighed in relief when I read the numbers on my clock; 6:58.
"We're good." I muttered, bringing his lips to mine again. His hands trailed down my back, coming up under my tank top. I sat back, pulling the top off completely in one swift movement before our lips crashed together again. His hand came up to palm my left breast and I moaned into his mouth at the contact. Edward's kisses trailed down to my neck and I lolled my head to the side, giving him better access.
Even though Edward and I had only been dating a few weeks, I felt completely comfortable with him in this way. Our make out sessions had quickly grown more intimate each time. We hadn't talked about it, we just did what felt right. I know, most people would consider it inappropriate to be this intimate after dating for such a short period of time, but I had known Edward my entire life – our situation was different. I never felt like I was being rushed into anything, Edward never pushed me to do anything I didn't feel I was ready for. And even after going as far as oral sex, I still felt completely comfortable with our relationship.
I ground myself into Edward's obvious excitement, causing both of us to groan in appreciation of the friction.
Just as Edward's hands reached around to unclasp my bra, I heard the one voice I really didn't want to hear right now.
Dad. He should be at work by now, not at home, interrupting my session with Edward.
"Bells? You up yet?" he called, his voice growing closer. My eyes widened, and both Edward and I quickly sprung from the bed. Edward searched the room frantically for a place to hide whilst I threw my tank top back over my head.
"The closet!" I whisper-shouted to him. "Get in the closet!"
He did as I said, running on his toes to my wardrobe and quietly getting in. I quickly ran over and picked up his shirt, which was lying on the floor, and shoved it under my mattress before sitting down on it, just as Dad swung the door open.
"Oh, you're up. I thought I heard something up here, but I wasn't sure," He smiled, leaning against the doorway. "I was just wondering if you wanted breakfast. I don't have to be in work for another hour today, so I have time to make us something." He suggested. Breakfast was about the only thing Dad actually could make. He burnt everything else.
"That'd be great, Dad." I squeaked out.
"Okay, I'll try and whip something up." He said, before looking at me strangely. "You okay, Bells? You look kind of flushed."
Well, I was just getting ravished by my boyfriend's amazing lips…what do you expect?
"I'm fine. Totally fine." I said quickly, nodding my head.
"Okay…" he trailed off slowly. "I'll see you downstairs, then." And with that, he turned and left the room. I listened as his footsteps grew quieter before I leapt off the bed and flung the wardrobe door open in one movement.
"Fuck…that was close." Edward muttered as he stepped out, sighing in relief. "I think he'd get his shotgun out if he saw me in here," he breathed out. He was right, Dad probably would have. I mean, he wouldn't have actually shot him, but he sure as hell would have scared him. "Have you seen my shirt?" Edward asked, looking around the room.
"Oh…" I lifted the mattress and pulled it out, holding it up for him to see. He laughed at my choice of hiding place and took it, putting it on without another word.
"We'll have to continue this later," he told me firmly, causing me to giggle at his serious tone. His arms wrapped around me as he placed a soft kiss on my lips.
"See you in an hour," he kissed me once more before he headed towards the window. Since Edward was given a car for his birthday, he insisted on driving me to school every day. I had no objections.
I smiled to myself as I watched my gorgeous boyfriend climbing out my window. It seemed so cliché.
With a small sigh, I turned back to my room to get dressed and prepared for the day ahead.
I walked with Alice and Rose to our first class, which was English. It was probably the only class that I didn't have with Edward.
"So, it's your birthday in a few weeks…" she trailed off casually.
Oh, I knew what she was up to.
"No." I said instantly. She looked up at me, a pout already forming. I shook my head defiantly. "I don't want any fuss, Ali. A quiet night watching movies is good enough for me."
"Ali," I groaned. "It feels like I only just got through with the last party. I certainly don't need another one."
Thankfully, Alice quietened, and didn't touch the subject again even though I knew that wasn't the end of her attempt at persuading me, and let me tell you, that pixie is very persuasive. And I was insistent on not letting her win this time.
"Guys, what do you think about Emmett?" Rose suddenly asked, her head cocked to the side in thought. Our heads snapped to her before Alice and I shared a look.
Rose has disliked Emmett for the past few years, even though Alice and I both thought that it was just to cover her real feelings about him.
"I think he's crazy about you," Alice stated simply. It was true, a blind man could see it.
"He has been since you moved here in fifth grade." I pitched in.
"You think?" she asked, a smile on her face. Alice and I both nodded.
"I saw you guys making out at Alice and Edward's party," I chuckled, nudging her. "You looked pretty... friendly."
Rose giggled. "He's actually pretty cool once you get talking to him." She decided. She's finally realised that? I've known Emmett my entire life – he's Edward and Alice's older brother- so I've grown up knowing how cool, yet immature, he is. Rose just failed to see that at first.
"Okay, so you like him…he likes you…Royce is officially out of the picture. I think you should go for it." I shrugged. Rose contemplated it for a second before nodding in agreement, a determined look set on her face.
"It's settled. I'm asking him out at lunch." She told us firmly. Alice and I exchanged a smiled, linking arms with Rose and making our way towards our next class.
So, we may be introducing some lemons soon. Is everyone cool with that? I don't particularly like writing them, so they won't be too long, and I'll mark where they begin and where they end, so you don't have to read it. But this is an 'M' rating after all, so there was always that possibility. :)
I have some ideas, but they're for later in the story, so any ideas you lovelies come up with – I'd love to hear! Suggestions are always needed – the more ideas, the better! :P
I'm going to leave you to review now…*hint* *hint*. ;)