Close To The Pin
Disclaimer: All Twilight related characters belong to S. Meyer.
Chapter Music - Love You More, Racoon
Mike: "Good afternoon everyone. If you're just joining us, this is Mike Newton and Eric Yorkie from NBC giving you the most up-to-date coverage on this lovely afternoon in Savannah Georgia."
Eric: "That's right, Mike. It is a beautiful, sunny and humid day here on the course where the ladies are just finishing up their rounds on the first leg of the Women's FedEx Cup."
M: "And can I just say that everyone is having a fantastic round today. We've seen some incredible shots from players on the course. Angela Webber and Jessica Stanley have both been on top of their game today, scoring multiple birdies and retaining their lead."
E: "And let's not forget the current favorite, Isabella Swan, who has continued her impressive form after last weekend's tournament in Pebble Beach."
M: "Yes, Isabella is continuing to play smart on these difficult fairways while treating fans to a rare treat."
E: "What's that?"
M: "The normally stony-faced Swan has been smiling and laughing on the course all day. This is quite a departure from her normal professional manner that she keeps on the course and off."
E: "Let's hear about Isabella's change in attitude as we go to Tanya Denali who is with Ms. Swan on the eighteenth right now."
Tanya: "Hi everyone, I'm here with Isabella Swan who has just finished a spectacular round on day one of the FedEx Cup. How are you feeling after today's game, Isabella?"
Bella: "I'm feeling great, thanks Tanya. I really kept my focus today and hit the shots I needed to hit. I fell back on my putting a little bit towards the second half of the day but I'm looking forward to succeeding in that department tomorrow."
T: "Are you at all concerned about the competitive scores of Jessica Stanley and Angela Webber?"
B: "I don't think 'concerned' is the right word. We're only on day one of the tournament and I can't think of two other people I'd rather be in the top running with than Ang and Jess."
T: "Now people have been buzzing about your change in demeanor from last weekend's tournament in Pebble Beach. Care to speak on that at all?"
B: [laughs] "Let's just say that I have the right people around me this time. It helps more than I realized."
T: "Are we talking about your new caddy?"
B: "We're talking about good people."
T: [laughs] "Well it's no secret a good team is the way to success in any form. Thanks for talking with us, Isabella."
B: "No problem. Thanks, Tanya."
T: "Back to you, Mike."
Mike: "One could say that was a coy answer, but this is golf not E! News."
Eric: "I don't know if you all remember Isabella's dramatic turnaround after a sinister first round last weekend. After a caddy change, the game was a different story–"
"This is such bullshit," Edward groaned and forcefully pushed the 'mute' button on the TV remote.
I looked up from my computer to where he was flipping through the recorded broadcast from today. He was slumped down on the sofa and all I could see was the top of his head.
"What are you talking about?"
"They've pitched your success on the fact that you're smiling." He threw his hands up in the air dramatically. The loud, floral pattern of the furniture upholstery contrasted heinously with Edward's bronze hair and it made him look more aggravated. I bit my lip to hide a smile.
We were staying in my mother's timeshare near the course in Savannah. It was probably a rash decision but I needed a break from hotels and I wanted some space away from everyone else.
Of course, it wasn't as though we needed any space, as Edward was keeping up his determination to keep our pants on. I tried hard not to be frustrated, as it was a very noble request, but he made it difficult to be rational. Things had nearly gotten out of hand last night while we were watching Armageddon on TNT. Correction, not watching.
I didn't remember how it started. It wasn't as though Bruce Willis or Ben Affleck got me particularly worked up. I think it was the way Edward's eyes were lit by the flickering glow of the television. Maybe it was the way his pink cheeks looked or how his hand continuously flexed on my thigh. What I could remember was that I'd pounced and he'd caught me like he was expecting it. He'd pushed me down on the couch and kissed me until I thought I would explode. The couch was actually quite comfortable, especially with an extra, handsome weight on top of you. That is until it groans, rolls slowly onto the floor and stares at your with pleading eyes. It was a good thing I wasn't overly self-conscious, otherwise I would have been offended.
Another frustrated groan from Edward jolted me out of my pleasant memories from the previous night. I had told him not to watch the DVR'ed match from today but he didn't listen. He'd been flipping through for an hour now, hissing his distaste and frustration at the incompetent broadcasters.
"It's like they're not even considering that you're an amazing golfer," Edward continued ranting, waving the remote wildly in his hands. "But no, you have to be smiling–"
"Well I am happy," I cut him off with a sly grin, before ducking my head and resuming my email to my dad.
I saw Edward freeze in the corner of my eye. He turned around the cushions so he was facing at me. He slung his arm over the back of the sofa and grinned. "Oh really? Are you?"
I looked up and met his stupid smile with one of my own. "You know I am," I said, rolling my eyes.
His green eyes were glimmering at me from across the room and I found myself lost in their depths. It warmed my heart that my happiness did things to him. Like make him crook his finger at me and beckon me over to the sofa.
I bit my lip, hit 'send' on the email, and skipped over to the sofa. He had reached out for me by the time my bare feet padded the gaudy pink carpet beside him. His hands settled on both my hips and he hooked his fingers through the belt loops on my jeans before pulling me down. I dropped onto his lap so my knees framed his hips. One of his hands slid up the curve of my back, fingers flexing and kneading. I closed both my palms over his cheeks and leaned close.
"I make you happy?" he asked again in a low whisper.
I nodded against his forehead and let my eyes flutter closed. I could smell his skin and feel the warmth from his body seep into mine.
"Say it again," he sighed, "Please."
The desperation in his voice did things to the pace of my heart. It thumped awkwardly under my ribcage. His hands tightened on my waist as I spoke. "Edward, you make me so happy."
He sucked in a sharp breath. "So happy?" His lips ghosted over mine. His self-control was slipping. I could feel it. The thought sent a thrill down my spine.
"So happy," I repeated.
He let out a deep sigh before capturing my lips with his. My fingers tightened on his face, holding him close as his hands lost all focus and roamed loosely over my body. His knuckles grazed under my t-shirt, riding it up over my hip and back down as he gripped it in his hand.
"Off," he grunted, tugging more forcefully on the stretchy fabric.
We'd been here last night –literally in this spot – and I'd ended up shirtless under his strong body in a matter of minutes. This was different though. This was brash and needy. His other hand was pressed flat to my stomach and the tips of his fingers grazed the satin underwire of my bra. I was confident he could feel the fast beating of my heart under his palm.
I pulled away long enough to rip my shirt over my head, then took his face back in my hands and gave him a long, deep kiss. He rocked us slowly in the cushions, hands now gliding slowly over my revealed skin. I kept enough consciousness to track his movements. The way his fingers pressed gently into the indentations between my vertebrae, or the way he ghosted his thumb back and forth over my belly button.
I flinched when I felt his fingers fumble with the clasp to my bra. "Edward," I mouthed over his lips.
"Is this okay?" he rasped, eyes closed.
"But you said…" my voice faded out. What did he say? I couldn't remember now and I didn't particularly care.
His eyes opened slowly and a slow smile spread over his face. "I've been waiting for this," he said softly.
"For a gaudy sofa and pink carpet?"
He laughed through his nose. "No. For you to say that you're happy."
"Haven't I said it before?"
He shook his head and leaned close to press his lips to my neck. His tongue swirled over the skin and he sucked gently. "I needed to hear the words. I wanted it so badly for you the moment I met you. You have such a gift, Bella, with more than just golf. I wanted you to see that in yourself and be happy. And…"
My heart was overflowing. It took me a minute to find my voice to remind him to continue. "And what?"
He lifted his eyes and gave me a brilliant smile. "I wanted to be the one to make you see."
"Edward," I sighed, digging my hands into his hair. This was it.
"I want this, Bella. I want you."
His words sent a thunderstorm through my heart and my pulse pounded in my ears. My body ignited in flames and I felt like I wasn't close enough – would never be close enough unless…
"You have me, Edward."
I felt my bra come unclasped at my back but before I could shrug out of the straps both of his hands left my body to cradle my face gently between his fingers. His blazing, cypress eyes bored into mine with so much kindness and emotion I felt tears prick the corners of my own.
"I love you," he said. His voice was so quiet and soft but so clear, I felt as though I'd never truly heard those words before. I knew down to my bones that they were true.
A small sigh escaped my lips before I spoke the words back. My heart had grown ten times its size and was threatening to burst out of my chest. "Edward," I breathed, "I love you too."
Then we were lost and I realized I hadn't truly known what love was either.
It was Edward.
I wasn't trying to prove any points or make a statement by not sleeping with Bella until now. I didn't have any particular views on sex before marriage or sex without love but with her it was different.
She was real.
She was mine.
I wanted it to be right and for the right reasons.
I wanted her to love me the way I loved her.
I wanted to hear that I'd benefited her in the way I'd so longed to do.
I wanted her to be happy.
She was, I was and now I couldn't imagine being any happier. Surely there was a limit on happiness - an amount that would burst your soul? I felt like we were dangerously close to the boiling point but I didn't care, I wanted more.
Bella's fingers were dancing slowly over my bare chest and up my throat. My breaths were shallow as the soft skin of her fingertips spread goosebumps over my body.
The sheets were tangled around us in an ivory mess and my body trembled with the recent memories of our lovemaking. The noises she made and the fierce grasping of her fingers on my jaw as she pulled me closer. The way she pulled her knees up to her chest and how she fit against my body just-so. The soft heat of her body was pressed against my side, one leg hitched over my hip and her arm under my neck. She was humming softly as she pressed butterfly kisses to my shoulder.
"Edward," she said, lips gliding and tickling and sending shots of sensation down, down...
"Hmmm?" I answered, turning my head to meet her dark chocolate eyes, letting the desire blossom in my belly once again. How early did we have to wake up?
"Can I ask you a work-related question?"
I had to laugh. Who wouldn't? That was not what I was expecting to hear. Especially at this moment. "What?"
"Hear me out," she said. Then she flicked her tongue over my skin and I couldn't help the growl that rumbled in my throat.
I turned us over so she was pinned beneath me and the feel of her naked body against mine set warning bells off in my head. This conversation was about to be cut short. "Why do you want to talk about work now?" I asked, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear and grinding my hips against hers with purpose.
Bella's breath caught in her throat. "Because I want you to tour with me for the rest of the season."
I lifted my head and put my body's natural reactions on hold for a moment. Well, tried to, at least. "What?"
Her hands slid up my chest and into my hair. "Edward I want you with me. I need you."
My lips pulled into a smile and I shook my head. "You don't need me for the reasons you think you need me," I teased. "You're an amazing athlete with or without me."
She scowled and I ironed out the tiny crease between her eyebrows with my finger. "Edward, please. I don't want to be without you."
"And I don't want to be without you either, but is it too soon?"
She arched a brow.
"I mean, are you sure you're not just addicted to my body?"
That earned me a huge eye roll and a reluctant smile. I was reminded of our first day together on the course. Hesitant jokes and hidden smiles. "I'm sure," she said eventually, a comfortable smile settling on her face. "I want you with me, always. Please, Edward. Come with me."
I didn't answer her. I kissed her, long and slow. Long enough for her to relax and slow enough for her to realize where this was going. My hands began roaming over her porcelain skin again, touching, squeezing, loving every inch. My lips soon followed and she was reduced to gasping under my touch.
"Are you saying yes?" she rasped and I shook my head to myself. Of course I couldn't distract her.
I stopped my teasing tail of kisses on her left breast and slid back up her body so we were face to face. My fingers traced the smooth outline of her cheek. "You make it sound like there's a choice for me," I murmured.
She stared back at me blankly and I lowered my head to laugh into her neck. Of course my girl needed a direct answer. Who would she be if she didn't? I lifted my head up again and looked her in the eye. They were warm like melted chocolate and I watched as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth.
"Yes, Bella," I said. "I will go with you. I would be honored to be with you."
Her lip fell from her gnawing teeth and she let out a relieved sigh before throwing her arms around my neck. "I love you," she chanted in my ear. "I love you, I love you."
We solidified ourselves in a tangled embrace, murmuring the words into every bit of skin our lips could touch. Her fingers burned hot trails over my body as I gathered her into my arms.
She was happy. I was happy.
And there were no more questions tonight.
Not work-related ones, anyway.
"'Cause I've been away too long and every day I missed you more. You look like you did before only prettier. Every day I love you more. I love you more."
A/N: I've been listening to that song this week and it makes me think of Caddyward and Probella. Had to share. So anyway, that's a wrap for good on these guys. They're peaceful little golf-course love story is now set free to the greens of the world, lol. I'm so happy you took this journey with me and I hope you enjoyed it! Think of us if you ever drive along the 17 Mile Drive in Monterey, or stop and walk down the beach in Carmel. Actually, scratch that. GO to Carmel. Right his moment. ;)
You guys are awesome. I can't say it enough. At the moment my mind is grasping for something to write about. We'll see what happens next! xx