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Tick Tock 20

EPOV

I woke up with a nose full of brown hair matted against my face. There was a petite, warm body snuggled next to me, making me harder than I had ever been in my life.

I wanted to roll her over, let my palm sneak a quick feel of her breast, but I resisted. I was sure her pussy was pretty, and if I could just slip her jeans off, I would be able to see. She was so fucking sexy and her scent, it was driving me insane. I couldn't help myself, so I let my hips rock against her for a moment, before I let out a low groan. Her ass was amazing.

But as persistent as my erection was, it slowly faded when my mind went to our conversation from last night. Bella was sick, she had become my world in such a short amount of time and now, I had no idea how long I would have with her.

I stilled as she rolled over and buried her face into my neck, snuggling even closer into me.

She was perfect, no matter how flawed her body was, I loved her. And after thinking about all of the possibilities and consequences that came with continuing a relationship with Bella, I decided there was just no way I could stop loving her now. I was all in.

"Hey Bella?" A gruff voice that I remembered as Bella's father's sounded from the other side of the door.

I gulped as I stared down at my sweet, sleeping angel. I had no choice but to wake her, because I was fairly certain her father was going to kill me if he found me in her room.

"Bella, sweetheart, can you wake up for me?" I whispered, while trying to shake her gently.

She blinked her eyes open and smiled at me, making that erection come back in full force. I fucking wanted her, bad.

"Bella?" her father called again through the door.

I watched as Bella's eyes went wide and she stared up at me for a second before quickly pulling away from me and standing. "Yeah Dad," she called, sleepily.

"Can you come out here for a minute?" he asked, sounding mildly upset.

"Shit," I whispered. "My shoes are out there, he knows I'm here," I told her quietly.

Bella nodded, before shaking her head. "It's okay, don't worry," she murmured before turning her attention back to the door. "Coming right out, Dad."

She quickly checked her appearance in the mirror before slipping out. I listened carefully for a moment, but there was no yelling or raised voices. I did, however, hear my name said a few times, before Bella was back in the room, looking happy and peaceful.

She climbed back on the bed, kneeling over me, before kissing me soundly on the lips. I was still in shock and waiting for her dad to come in and kick my ass.

"Bella, wait a sec," I said, pushing her back a little. The girl was attacking me, when I was about to die.

"What?" she questioned.

"What did your father say? He knows I'm still in here, right?" I wondered. "That I stayed the night?"

"Yeah, he's okay with it. I told him that you know everything now. And he knows that I'm aware of my limits, and he trusts me, so he's fine with you being in my room."

I took a deep breath, well, it looked as though I had assumed right. She had limits, now I needed to know what they were and how strict she had to be with them.

I placed my palms on her shoulders and guided her back until she was sitting on the bed, before wrapping an arm around her waist. I wanted to make sure, that while I was pushing her off of me, I no way wanted her to feel like I didn't want her. Because I did, that much was beyond fucking obvious.

"We need to talk about your limitations, especially if we're going to continue…this," I breathed out. I had just realized that Bella and I hadn't made anything official, other than a kiss in the hallway at school, and one at the party; I hadn't asked her to be my girlfriend, yet.

Her eyebrows fell together. "I don't know what you mean?"

"Do you remember last night?" I asked, staring into those beautiful brown eyes. "I told you I loved you, and I meant that, more than you could ever know. I want you to be my girlfriend. And if we're going to be together, than I think I should know just what your limitations are exactly." I gently touched her cheek and spoke softly, "Besides that, I want to know everything, baby: meds, history, how everything looks now, all of it. I want to know you, and that's all a part of who Bella Swan is."

She looked shocked and maybe even a little annoyed for a moment before she calmed down and began to explain everything in detail.

Bella wasn't allowed to play sports; she couldn't run or do anything physically exerting at all, certainly no horsing around either. And of course that meant, no fooling around, not that I was disappointed, I just felt bad for her that she had to live a life of such strict limitations like that. However, she also mentioned that Dr. Denali was loosening the reins on everything. The good doctor gave her the green light on watching comedies, and even was the one who convinced her dad to let her go to public school.

She said that while her condition hadn't improved since she started all of these changes, she hadn't deteriorated too much either. But regardless, her heart was weak and it was something that wasn't likely to change.

"I can understand if you're not interested…in pursuing this," she said motioning between us, after I had spent a few moments digesting all of it.

"Why wouldn't I be interested?"

"Well, because…because I can't have sex," she whispered as her cheeks flooded with a blush. She was a fucking sight. Gorgeous and so fucking innocent.

"Bella, let me make something clear to you right now. I'm really not some raging, hormonal teenager. Okay? I may get a stiffie at the sight of you in a tiny skirt, like last night, or just being near you, but it doesn't mean that I need to have sex." She giggled through her teary emotions, and I smiled in return. "I love you and even if that means I never get to be with you that way, I'll take it."

It wasn't a load of horse shit either, I meant every goddamn word. Bella had walked into my life and stolen my heart and that was something I couldn't change. I sure as hell wasn't willing to walk away because of a few relationship limitations. I'd already made up my mind, no matter what, I was in for the long haul.

I wiped tears from her eyes as she sat there, and then she hugged me.

"It's okay, baby," I whispered, pulling her closer.

She calmed and when I pulled her back just a little to have a good look at her sweet eyes, I knew what I was seeing, her love, her soul, everything. It was all there, just for me.

"I love you so much," I whispered before closing the gap and pressing my lips to hers. I wanted to show her just how much I loved and cherished her.

I wanted her to see just how much I wanted her.

And when my tongue slipped between her pouty lips I reveled in it. I enjoyed the sensations of her moaning and grasping at my hair. She was a wild one and she didn't even know it.

She crawled slowly back on top of me while my hands found their way to her small waist again, gripping it, feeling her, and kissing her all at once. It was almost too much, as sad as that was to say. But I fucking loved it.

She pulled her mouth off of me after a few moments, staring down into my eyes. "Do you wanna see it?"

"See what, beautiful?"

"My scar?" she breathed.

I couldn't think; nothing mattered except for the fact that this woman was finally opening up to me. She was finally letting me in, even offering to show me something so intimate as her scar. I quickly nodded.

And then she surprised me. Instead of pulling down the collar of her shirt, like I had assumed she would, she just took it off completely, tossing it aside, before breaking out in a sexy blush that covered her neck and cheeks.

I wanted to kiss her shyness away and tell her it was just me, there was no reason to be afraid.

But when she slowly dropped her arms that had been covering her chest, I saw her scar as well as the majority of two perky looking tits. They were round and full, and this was the first time I was witness to those sweet peaches.

I tried to focus myself on Bella's scar and not on her rack, reaching a hesitant finger up to the top of her chest tracing the scar the entire length, as if absorbing some of the lingering pain lying there.

"Damn," I murmured.

"It's not so bad," she told me.

"I don't know," I said, shaking my head.

Finally, I reached the bottom of it, measuring about a foot long, my hand flattened against her ribs, floating over her smooth, soft skin, enjoying the feeling.

"Oh," she breathed, as I swept my fingertips over her flesh.

As my hand came up, it cupped her breast, feeling her for the first time. Her breath hitched in her throat. I could see her eyes as she began to zone out. And I just wanted to savor this moment, loving her innocence and being her first all at the same time.

"Please," she whimpered, but I had no idea what she was asking for.

Instead, I let our lips join together, sucking and nibbling on hers. Tasting her.

I slipped my tongue in her warm, welcoming mouth and swirled it with hers, dueling, sweeping and kissing her.

"Fuck," I mumbled against her lips, as I pulled her against me, grinding my erection against her, showing her just how much I wanted her. My fingers reached for the cup of her bra, beginning to pull it away, but just I did, I stopped.

"Shit, Bella," I gasped, after a few minutes of our heavy make out session. "Baby, you gotta stop."

My mind finally kicked in, telling me this was a very bad idea.

"Why?" she murmured, looking breathless.

"Because I don't want to hurt you."

"I can kiss you, really Edward, there is nothing wrong with kissing."

"No, I'm sure there isn't, nothing at all. Except for the fact that you are getting worked up. I'm sure that's not going to help anything."

"I'm fine, trust me," she breathed, trying to reposition herself.

"Bella, you're heart races when you get worked up. I don't want to be responsible for something I can't fix."

She huffed out a breath, but reluctantly sat up, scooting away from me. "You're right. I'll have to ask Dr. Denali about of it. Maybe she'll be able to give me some kind of heads up on what I can and can't do with you, you know?" she asked sweetly.

I nodded. "That sounds great, baby."

With that I looked up and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning. My mother was going to kill me.

"Bella, I have to head home," I told her after scrubbing my face with my hands.

"So soon?"

"Yeah, my mom is probably going nuts wondering where I am."

"Oh, okay, well then I guess I'll see you later, right?" she asked, looking nervous. She got up and retrieved her shirt, putting it back on.

"You bet, how does a movie at my place sound?" I suggested, walking over to her. A movie sounded pretty fucking good to me and we could be alone in my room.

"Sounds great, I'll walk you out," she offered before propping up on her tippy toes and kissing me again.

God, I loved that.

We walked out of her room and through the living room, before reaching the door. But I wasn't lucky enough to escape without seeing her dad.

"Hi Edward," he murmured from the kitchen table.

"Hi Mr. Swan," I returned.

"What did I tell you, it's Charlie, none of that Mr. Swan business."

"Yes sir," I told him.

"Heading home?" he asked as I plucked my shoes from the Rubbermaid bin.

"Yep."

"Well, I'll see you soon, I hope," he said giving me a serious look, one that definitely said, "If you break my daughter's heart, I'll break your knees."

"Yes, sir, I'll be by later to pick up Bella for a movie, if that's okay, that is?"

"It's fine. I'll see you then."

And with another rushed hug I was out the door and on my way home.

I finally pulled my phone from my back pocket only to see that I had a half dozen missed calls from my mother. She was going to be furious, but hopefully she would get the fuck over it by tonight because I might have just left her, but I wanted to see Bella again already.

When I finally got home, Mom was waiting. I'd hoped she would've been at her Pilates class or out with her friends, but no, she was right there in the kitchen when I walked through the door.

"Oh, so nice of you to finally grace us with your presence, Edward," she muttered without even turning around. I swear, I didn't know how she did that shit.

"Hi Mom."

"Where were you all night?" she asked, finally turning around to face me.

"Jasper had a party, you know that."

"Yes, and Jasper kindly informed me that you left before ten. So, let me ask you again, where were you all night?"

"I stayed with Emmett," I lied because there was no way she would believe that I spent an innocent evening with Bella.

"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "If that was true, then why weren't you with Emmett when he dropped off Rose last night?"

I raised an eyebrow at her.

What the fuck was Emmett doing driving my little sister around?

"You didn't know? Rose went to Jasper's party last night."

"What the hell, Mom?"

"Edward, whether you want to believe it or not, your sister is sixteen and there is no changing the fact that she's growing up. Besides that, Emmett was nothing but a gentleman with her. Either way, though, this conversation is about you young man; so tell me, where were you last night?"

"I went to Bella's," I finally confessed.

She sighed and slammed the spoon down on the counter.

Yup, she was pissed.

"What did I tell you?" she sneered, before hollering to my father to get in here and talk to me.

While she was doing that I told her I needed a minute and headed upstairs to shower and change. He would take his sweet time about coming out of his office, anyway.

My mother hated that I grew up, even though she was much more okay with Rose becoming an adult. She definitely wanted to keep me her little baby boy for as long as she could and she just didn't fucking understand the situation. She was the same way with Rachel, when I was with her.

After a nice hot shower and some fresh clothes, I was feeling much better, and just when I was about to lie down and take a nap, I was being summoned.

"Edward, can you come down here, please?" my father bellowed from the foot of the stairs.

"Yeah." I sighed moving my ass down the hall.

"What's up?" I asked, finding them both sitting at the table in the kitchen. "I guess you wanted to talk about last night…" I desperately wanted to roll my eyes, but I kept myself in check. My parents did a lot for me and I knew they were just looking out for my best interests, so I was willing to listen to them.

"Have a seat, son," my dad said, pointing at the chair across from them.

I did as I was told and sat, waiting for the onslaught to begin.

"So, you spent the night at Bella's?" Dad asked, looking over at me with his cold blue eyes. I swear he had a one track mind when he saw me, med school, and that was it; I wasn't allowed to have a life beyond that aspiration.

"Yep."

"Did her father know you were there?" he continued.

"Yes, he was there, he knew I was too."

He hummed for a moment, before spiraling into the same speech he always gave me. "Edward, you know what a bright future you have, right? You know how luck you are, don't you? Why would you be willing to risk it for some girl?"

I took a deep breath, trying to swallow my anger that was steadily rising from the pit of my stomach.

"Okay, for one, Bella is not just a girl," I informed them. They needed to know that. "And two, believe it or not, everything that happened between us last night was nothing but PG. I assure you, you have no worries about grandchildren. Bella wasn't feeling well. I walked her home and we talked late into the evening before we fell asleep."

My father sighed, clearly not believing a word of it and my mother looked like she was fuming.

"Edward, we feel that you and Bella are spending maybe a little too much time together," Mom finally said as calmly as she could manage.

And while I respected her opinion, I didn't agree with it.

"Mom, Bella and I are together. We decided last night that we were going to try a relationship."

"Do you really think that's a good idea when you've got college just around the corner?" Dad asked.

Ah yes, and we were back to that.

"I can have a girlfriend and still go to college."

"We just think it will take time away from your studies," Mom commented.

"Yeah, and it's November; I don't leave for college until August of next year."

"I think what your mother is trying to say is that maybe you shouldn't get in too deep," Dad explained.

I slid out my chair, carefully standing before settling on the words in my head. "Just so you guys know, I'm eighteen; I've got a bank account full of possibilities, if you haven't forgotten. If, and I do mean if, I don't wish to go to college, I'm sure I'll be just fine on my own. You have to let me live my own life, and make some decisions on my own, please."

I wasn't trying to be an ungrateful little bastard, though I knew I was coming off as one, but they needed to understand that I loved Bella. I wasn't about to just cast her aside because in nine months' time I would be heading off to college.

I worked hard for the money I had in the bank and they made me save every fucking dime of it, so they knew I had an escape route if they pushed me too far. I didn't want that, and I did want a college future, but I also wanted to enjoy my senior year of high school before settling on a life course dictated by them.

Bella had become a part of me, my soul, and there was nothing anyone could change about that. I was going to have a relationship with her, regardless of what that might entail in the future, and my parents were just going to have to accept it.


So now that most of you know, that I'm writing Bella from my own, personal experience, got any questions?

What did you think of them fooling around?

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