A/N: I disclaim- always.
Big thanks to my beta girls prettyflour and ninmesarra- you always make my story sparkle!
And huge thanks to Briandelight! The tats found on Eddie from here on out are courtesy of you- and they are perfect! Thank you big hunny!
Sorry for the late update, but I've again been dealing with sick kids all week- I am contemplating spraying my house down with bleach to rid it of any germs that may linger... And it's my birthday, so please forgive me! :D
Friday night found Eddie and I at the movies. He thought it would be fun to scare me to death with a vampire movie. Too bad it ended up biting him in the butt. It was a love story. The girl meets vampire, figures out he's a vampire, then falls in love with the vampire- Even though it was a vampire wants to eat her kind of movie. Personally, I thought it was a little ludicrous. Why would you want to date someone that wants to consume you- literally- like you're the last cheeseburger in the truck stop and seven truckers ordered you. I mean come on- why would you even risk it?
But I guess we all do stupid things for love. I was no stranger to that.
We laughed and joked through the screenplay and then went to grab some dinner. "How about next time you want to watch a movie, we just watch it at my house? It would be way more comfortable than being in a theatre filled with screaming teenagers because their favorite actor starred in the movie."
"I could definitely handle that," Eddie said, quirking his delicious eyebrow- and well we all know what the quirked eyebrow does to me. I wanted to attack him- kiss the ever-loving hell right out of him.
So I did. My hands framed his face and I drew him down to me, standing on my tiptoes in order to meet him halfway. When our lips met, I immediately opened my mouth, licking along the seam of his lips. This time, it was my turn to explore. My tongue tangled with his as I kissed him every ounce of pent up sexual tension that had gone unsatisfied since the day I sat down in his bar. Let's face it; BOB will never be as efficient as a real man.
When we finally pulled back, faces flushed, chests heaving, he leaned his forehead to rest against mine. "Holy hell, Bella. Are you trying to get us arrested?"
I blinked at him, not understanding, "Uh?"
"Baby, that kiss was leading down the path of no return. And the lobby of a busy movie theater is no place to allow it to go so far."
I could feel my cheeks heating in a furious blush, "Oh. I'd say sorry, but it wouldn't be sincere. And besides, you wouldn't really expect me to apologize for kissing you would you?"
"No. I'd be disappointed if you felt the need to. Just… My control is on a tight leash these days. You have no idea the effect you have on me."
I crooked my eyebrow and wiggled slightly in his embrace, "I think I have a pretty good idea just what I do to you, Eddie." After all, I could feel him pressing at the fly of his jeans.
He groaned when I wiggled and turned me so my back was against his chest. "You are playing with fire, Isabella. And for that, you now have to be my shield. And before you go thinking that I'm like a little teenage boy that can't control himself, you need to know, it's your fault. I never had this problem before you sat down on one of my bar stools."
I started walking, Eddie still wrapped around me, following closely behind me. "So um, about this… problem…" I began, but my courage was fading quickly. I wasn't sure I could be that girl- The one that flirted shamelessly and thought nothing of it.
"What problem are you talking about?" Apparently I'd been silent for too long; he'd pulled us to a stop and spun me to face him.
Feeling my cheeks heat again, I said quickly, "Never mind. Just… never mind. I can't be the flirty girl that propositions you. I just can't do it. It's not who I am."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, babe. While I don't mind you propositioning me- and for the record, I'd never turn that down- We just started really dating Wednesday. This is only our second official date. I'm more than okay with taking things semi-slow. I'm going to be honest and tell you that I do want you- you felt that- but I'll never push you into more. You hold all the power here.
"And I would never, ever, expect you to be anyone other than you. That's the girl that I like- the one that can talk to me about anything. Even her embarrassing dates and squeaky clean school record. That's the girl I want. But, don't sell yourself short, Bella. You are a beautiful, sexy woman and I am a lucky son of a bitch," he told me, the fingers of one hand trailing my jaw. He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on my lips before continuing, "Never doubt that, Bella. I'm the lucky one in this relationship."
I gave a nervous laugh, "Thanks. I- I- just, thanks."
He smiled his mega-watt smile, "Anytime, baby, anytime."
It dawned on me that he'd been calling me baby all night long, and I really liked it. My heart beat a little faster each time he said it. It was amazing what being honest about your feelings could do for a relationship.
My musings were interrupted when he reminded me, "I still want to know everything there is to know about you, Bella. We'll start easy. What's your favorite color?"
"Green," I said automatically. Before he could drag out the reasoning- his eye color- I quickly asked, "What's yours?"
"I used to say blue, but lately I've found myself drawn to warm chocolate colors. What's your favorite book?"
"Pride and Prejudice. Yours?"
"I like books in general- not really one in particular favorite. But you- you're a classics fan, eh?"
"Yeah, I love reading in general, but the classics more than anything else. I could probably quote Pride and Prejudice."
"That's impressive. I can't imagine reading the same book that many times. What's your favorite music?"
"I don't really have a favorite?"
He chuckled, "Is that a question?"
"No, it's a statement. I couldn't pick a favorite. I like classical- Clare de Lune, Beethoven's Fifth, among others- to Classic rock, blues, jazz, country, hip hop… The only I'm not fond of is rap. And I can handle it at low volume when I'm really drunk."
He laughed at that. "That's actually pretty cool. I love all genres of music too- except for the stuff where they are screaming so much you can't understand any of the words. What's your favorite movie?"
And on and on the questions came. He asked so many- from favorite sport to full name and birthday. It was a lot of fun to realize how much we had in common. We had our differences, too. He liked horror and action films- I like romantic comedies. But for all the differences, they were things that we could compromise on.
Eddie parked at the restaurant and helped me out of the car. Eddie stepped onto the walk and turned to offer me his hand again. There was slight step up onto the sidewalk- which I wasn't paying attention to- and my toe caught on the edge. Unfortunately for Eddie, I had enough momentum I knocked us both to the ground. I found myself staring at the expanse of his well-muscled chest. His shirt had shifted enough in the fall that I could make out a tattoo. My fingers traced the outline of a triangle. It had words and dates- Brian Cullen and what I assumed were the dates of his birth and death. It was a memorial to his dad. That was really cool. I couldn't help but wonder if he had more.
A groan interrupted my thoughts, "As much as I love the feel of your body pressed against mine baby, I think we should get up."
"Oh my god, Eddie, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I struggled to find purchase and push myself up. My hands came to rest on his chest and I struggled to bring my knees up. Managing to finally get my body to obey, my right knee moved up quickly.
"Shit! Fuck! Oh, Christ!"
My eyes widened at Eddie's continued spew of profanity and I realized I had managed to knee him right in the balls. "Oh God, Eddie, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
"I'll be fine," he managed to grind out between clenched teeth. "Just move slowly, ok, baby?"
I nodded, wide-eyed. Managing to get to my feet, I held my hand out to Eddie. "Let me help you up?"
The hand that he wasn't clutching to his… man-parts… stretched up to clasp mine and I pulled him into a sitting position. Pulling a little harder, I managed to help get him to his feet. I glanced back at the sidewalk and began apologizing all over again, "Eddie, I am so, so sorry! Turn around and let me see the back of your head?"
His hand was already coming down from feeling it and the sight of his red-tinged fingers made me sick to my stomach. "Stay here!" I demanded. Running into the diner, I grabbed several napkins and headed back outside. "Here, press this to the back of your scalp. Get in the car. I'll drive you to the hospital."
"I'll be fine. Just-" his words cut off as he wobbled on his feet.
"Don't argue Eddie. You could have a concussion. Please just let me take you. What if you need stitches?"
"I can't go to the hospital, Bella. I don't have insurance. It will be too expensive. If I give you an address, can you drive there? My brother can check the wound and do what needs to be done. Then we'll figure it out from there."
"Yeah, of course I can. Are you sure he knows what he's doing though?"
"I promise. He took classes to be an EMT right after he graduated high school. Then he went to law school."
"Oh. Okay then. If that's what you want."
"Yes, please." He typed the address into the GPS after we climbed into the car and then reclined the seat back, clutching the napkins to the back of his head.
My heart was beating so fast and I felt so bad. I couldn't believe I'd injured him. But that was just my luck. Things had gone too smoothly the first few dates. It was only par for the course that something would happen to change that. The guilt I felt over this pooled in my stomach and I felt nauseated.
Eddie was quiet as I drove. I sped along too fast, praying my dad didn't pull us over. That would be just my luck. Fortune was on our side though and we pulled into the driveway of a huge house. It was overwhelming in its simplistic beauty. The person that designed this house knew what they were doing.
I hurried to get out of the car and ran around to help Eddie out. His light snoring was troublesome. I knew you weren't supposed to sleep if you had a concussion. Shaking his shoulder, I managed to rouse him. "Eddie, come on. We're here. You have to let Carlisle check your head."
"Okay," he murmured and between the two of us, we managed to extract him from his automobile. He leaned on me slightly as we headed for the door. I knocked loudly, praying that they would open up quickly.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, but was actually less than a minute, a petite brunette opened the door. Her hair was mussed and her lips were red and swollen. I could figure out what we'd interrupted with no trouble. "Sorry to uh, interrupt, but uh, I need Car to check out my head."
Nodding, a shocked look fixed on her face, she motioned us in. Once she'd gained her senses back, she bellowed, "Carlisle! Ed needs you to check his head!" She either didn't notice us both flinching at the loud sound of her voice echoing through the foyer. "Follow me you two. We'll go into the kitchen. What happened anyway?"
"I uh, knocked him down and he struck his head on the sidewalk."
"Why did you knock him down?" she asked curiously.
"It was an accident. I tripped and fell into him when we were going to dinner. It knocked us both over."
I looked at Eddie to make sure he was still awake. Noting his closed lids, my hands fell to his cheeks, bringing his face up to meet mine. "Eddie, you have to stay awake," I murmured. "Open your eyes and look at me please."
"Hey baby. I'm okay. I promise," he gallantly told me.
"I don't think that's true. I'm pretty sure you have a concussion, so I need you to stay awake."
"I'll do anything for you, Beautiful."
"I appreciate that, Eddie. Right now, all I need is for to stay awake." I couldn't keep the worry from my voice.
"He lets you call him Eddie?" asked the feminine voice from behind me.
"Yeah. He always has," I couldn't keep the curious look from my face.
"Huh, I've never been allowed to call him Eddie. He's Ed. How long have you guys been seeing each other?"
"This is our second official date, but we've been hanging out for a few weeks. I met him at his bar. It's a great place. Do you guys visit it often?"
"No. Car says it's not a place for a lady."
"And it's not," the masculine voice that came from the doorway of the kitchen startled me and I jumped in surprise. "No offense," he told me.
"Some taken," I retorted. "Eddie's bar is amazing. You'd know it's not anything to be worried over if you visited it. But I go there quite often- for the company- and it's amazing. You really should check it out some time. It's just a quiet little bar. But it's his and it's my favorite place to patronize."
"Point taken," the tall blonde said. "Esme, are we busy tomorrow night? Provided Eddie is feeling better, we can make the drive over and see it tomorrow."
"We're not busy. I would love to go."
The tall blonde man gazed at me- assessing me. "I think I like you. You'll be good for Ed."
"Speaking of Ed, shouldn't you be fixing his head?" I asked.
"Of course," Carlisle said. After a few minutes of cleaning the wound and deciding it did indeed need stitches, Carlisle numbed the site and began stitching.
Esme kept up a steady stream of chatter, but I couldn't focus on her. My attention was all on the beautiful man before me. My very own Adonis. I'm not really sure when I started thinking of him as mine, but it sounded and felt right. I reached my hand out and grabbed his, praying that he wouldn't decide I wasn't worth it.
"Stop it," he uttered. Carlisle's hands stilled.
"Ed, I have to finish up back here. Just two more and you're done."
"Not you, Car. Bella, stop blaming yourself. You didn't push me down. You tripped. I should have caught you. Do not blame yourself."
I sighed, my eyes filling with tears, "I can't help it. I feel like it's all my fault. Me and my stupid klutzy self. I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore," my voice was thick with tears that I fought back.
"Baby, it's gonna take a lot more than a bump on the head and kick to the family jewels to keep me away from you. I just found you, really. I'm not ready to let you go." The look on his face said he wasn't sure if he was ever going to be ready to let me go.
A nervous giggle spilled from my throat, "I think that's the pain medicine talking."
"I'm serious, Isabella."
"Okay, Eddie," I whispered back.
Carlisle had finished stitching Eddie's head back together again and moved to the front of him. "I have to see if you have a concussion, Ed. Look at me." Carlisle moved the bright pin-light back and forth between his eyes. "You do. It's mild and you'll be okay tomorrow morning, but you should probably stay here tonight so I can keep an eye on you."
"Can't. I need to take Bella home."
"Ed, you can't stay by yourself."
"I'll stay with him. He can just stay at my house. I'll wake him up every hour if he falls asleep and call you if anything goes wrong."
"I like that idea," Eddie agreed.
Sighing in resignation, Carlisle wrote down his instructions and phone number. Eddie and I bid them good-bye and I drove us to my house. This was going to be a long night.
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