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Sorry this is kind of late. Blame Amishward and he insane amount of work that was NOT done at my office while I was on vacation... It's cute and fairly angst-free to make up for it. :)
"Fishing? A sport? Seriously?"
Lying on the Swan's couch, wrapped up in warmth, my dream continued.
"What do you mean which one to believe?" Charlie asked.
"Well," Bella started, and then paused. I could felt her body twisting in my arms, and felt her fingers pushing the hair off my forehead. "It's like he's a different person depending on what he's wearing. He even said something about it once, when he was dressed up for that banquet thing you dragged me to. He was so…suave, I guess, because he was wearing a tux. Then when he puts on his jersey, he acts like someone completely different. That first day he was here – when I found him at the cemetery – that was the first time I thought it was really him, you know? Not an act."
"That's got to be a little confusing for you, Bells," Charlie said.
"It's giving me whiplash."
I felt her hand on my cheek, and pushed against it instinctively, even in sleep.
"His Mom's death…that really messed him up, you know?" she said softly.
"It messed them both up," Charlie replied.
"Did you know her? Did you know Edward's Mom?"
"Yeah," he replied, "I did."
My dream deepened as I felt Bella's fingers twisting bits of my hair around my ear. I lay back on the picnic blanket in the yard, and the rain misted over us, though we never got wet. Fucked up dreams.
"They dated in high school…"
"She left U-Dub and moved to Chicago, following some artist type…"
"Carlisle brought her back here…
The words in my dream didn't really make sense to me still, and the sensations of Bella's touch were more than enough to capture and hold my attention. I sighed and nuzzled against her, feeling her hair tickle my nose as I basked in her scent.
"They got married…"
"Edward came shortly after…"
The voices in my dreams faded with the scene, casting me in deeper sleep. As I felt consciousness grip me again, I groaned at my stiffened muscles as I shifted on the couch. I rolled off and on to the floor with a thump and a gasp.
I heard giggling.
"Oh fuck, that hurt," I moaned. I flopped over on to my back and rubbed at my shoulder, grimacing.
"You're funny," Bella said as she crouched down next to me. "Hungry?"
"Get up, then."
She giggled again as she headed into the kitchen and left me on my back. I tilted my neck backwards painfully as I watched her saunter out of the room, her long legs teasing me with the tightening muscles as she walked. I moaned again as I rolled over and pushed myself u[ on my hands and knees.
"I thought you soccer players were supposed to be in good shape," Charlie's voice jumped out at me from his chair. I started, having no idea he was sitting that close, and just about fell off my own hands and onto my face.
He laughed at me, too.
"Anytime you want to come lift weights with me," I growled up at him, "you let me know. We'll see how you're doing a couple hours later, old man."
He laughed again as he stood and offered me a hand. I took it, and he hauled me from the floor.
"I think I'll give it a pass," Charlie said. "Fishing is more of a sport for my tastes."
"Fishing? A sport? Seriously?"
"Of course it's a sport!"
"Oh good lord," Bella groaned. She rolled her eyes as we walked in and sat at the table. "We'll never hear the end of this one now."
"Fishing is the greatest sport there is, right after baseball…"
She was right. He didn't shut up for all of dinner.
Despite my gagging noises and complaints about how freaking boring both of those so-called "sports" were, my stomach was cramping up due to the laughing before the meal was through. Charlie shook his finger at me, and as soon as the dishes were cleared, he dragged me around the house to show me all his sportsman spoils, including a deep freezer filled with enough dead fish to…um…well, to fill a deep freezer.
Bella joined sides with me as we argued about how much better soccer was over baseball, and eventually Charlie gave up and went upstairs. He yelled down at Bella and me to not be too loud before he shut his bedroom door for the night.
Bella sat down on the couch next to me and glanced at me sideways with her teeth imbedded in her lip.
"You still look tired," she said softly.
"Do you want to go home and get to bed?"
I didn't have to think about that one for too long before I was shaking my head vigorously. I reached over and grabbed her hand and pulled it over into my lap, suddenly feeling weird about it all, and thinking maybe I shouldn't have. I let go of her, but her hand was already in my lap, so that seemed stupid, too. I picked her hand back up again and just stared at our fingers laced together.
"You said your dad is out of town?" Bella asked softly.
"Yeah," I confirmed. "He'll be back next Saturday."
"Do you…um…want to stay here tonight?" Bella's cheeks turned pink when I looked up at her.
"Well, then you wouldn't have to be alone all night, right?"
"Yeah," I agreed with a nod. I looked up at the clock, and saw it was a quarter past ten. "Um…I could run home and get some shit…you know, clothes for tomorrow or whatever."
"Be back soon?"
"I'll be watching for you," Bella said with a smile and another lip bite.
"I'll hurry," I said. I stood up, and she stood with me. I grabbed both of her hands, stared down at them in mine for a minute, and then looked back to her eyes. She was looking up at me through her lashes, and just looked so damn beautiful – I couldn't help but lean in to kiss her.
Her lips were soft and smooth and warm against mine. I tasted her gently, just running the tip of my tongue across her bottom lip before I pulled back from her warmth.
"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines," I whispered against her mouth. I took a step back and saw how her chest was rising and falling with her breaths. "I'll be back soon."
"You'd better be," she replied.
I practically ran to my car, and took the evil curves between our houses far quicker than I should have. I scampered up the front steps and left eh door wide open as I leapt up the stairs two at a time.
Maybe Shakespeare would have agreed with me, and maybe he would have asked if her if he could compare thee to a summer's day. Somehow, her warmth just brought his words from me.
Now, what does one pack for an overnight at one's girlfriend's?
Chapter end notes:
Hmmm...jammies, toothbrush, lube...
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