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Lots of love to my beta, A Jasper For Me.
"Do you think her invitation means something?" I asked, trying not to show Edward my nervousness, although I was certain he could see it.
"Don't worry," he assured me, smiling from where he sat. "It's just lunch, babe."
"Bella, you don't need to be anything. Mother said it's just going to be the four of us there, so there's no reason for you to fret."
I could feel a headache coming. It wasn't as if I hadn't associated with his parents before, but this time it felt different. Perhaps the pressure was just getting to me. I saw the Queen at the ball, but I never got the chance to talk to her properly. If I was being honest, I had avoided her like the plague, especially after that incident in the library. I wished I had talked to her that night, so I wouldn't be this nervous.
"I don't think I can face her after she saw us making out, Edward," I said, biting my lower lip in agitation.
Edward rose from the couch and hugged me. "Stop, okay? Just relax."
"Easy for you to say. She's your mother."
"And that's not reason for you to become agitated."
"Not reason enough? Are you kidding me?!" He gave me this confused look, and I sighed in exasperation. "She's the Queen for chrissakes! And after she saw me kissing the shit out of you … Gah!"
"No, if my memory serves me right, I was the one who practically molested you in front of her-"
"You're not making me feel any better!" I glared at him, and he gave me this grin before he leaned down to peck my lips.
"Everything's going to be fine. She knows I'm with you, and I'm certain she just wants to congratulate us."
"Are you sure?" I asked, wanting some kind of reassurance from him.
"Stop fretting, please. There's really no reason for you to. Look at me," he said before he raised my chin with his finger so I was staring at his beautiful green eyes. "I think it's our opportunity to finally talk to them about us, don't you think?"
"I guess," I replied tentatively. He traced his finger over my cheek, and I sighed.
"We were so busy at the Christmas ball, we didn't get the chance to speak with them. And I really think tomorrow's the best time to do it."
"What if she still doesn't like me?" I wasn't the insecure type, but dating one of the most influential people in the country chipped off some of the confidence I had.
"Who could not like you?" He looked like it was an unthinkable act. I almost rolled my eyes at him for his obvious denial.
"Are you really asking me that question?"
"Enough. I don't want to waste this weekend arguing with you about something that shouldn't really be a problem."
"I'm sorry if I'm being petty."
"You're not petty, babe. Never," he said. "It's just that I've waited all week to spend time with you. Instead of arguing, why don't we just cuddle and kiss?" he waggled his eyebrows, but I didn't respond, still so nervous about tomorrow.
"I'll not let anything happen to you."
He led me to the couch, sitting down first and pulling me on top of him. I straddled his hips while he snuggled closer, his palm on my back, massaging me and giving me this teasing smile. "You know nobody could resist your charms, little bird. I couldn't, that's for sure."
I shoved him, knowing he was just saying it to appease me. He took my left hand so the diamond bracelet he gave me for Christmas was visible.
He fingered the stones and raised his eyes back to me. "You need to wear this all the time. Just so people will know you're mine."
"Do I really?" I teased back, although I knew the answer to my question. The tabloids had speculated the very ostentatious jewelry I wore on my wrist just after Christmas came from Edward, but it was never confirmed. I didn't want him to, although it was already pretty obvious.
"You're the one who doesn't like that idea," he said as he reached up to nuzzle my neck. "I think you're deluding yourself into thinking people will believe I didn't give it to you."
"I just don't want them to know everything about us, you know," I explained, trying to let him see where I was coming from. "They are already nose-deep in our business and … and –"
"I get that, but this right here …" he raised my hand higher so the bracelet was hanging between our faces "… isn't something to be ignored."
"The cost of this thing isn't something to be ignored, that's for sure." He gave me a petulant look.
"There's a reason why I gave this to you."
"Yeah," I said, repeating the words he told me as reason for the gift, "because you love me."
He grinned, the mischievous look back in his eyes. "Yes, I do."
He flipped us so quickly, I just squealed when I landed on my back while he hovered over me.
"I also want to be reminded that you belong to me."
"I don't need these things, Edward." I had argued with him about expensive gifts, and he was as adamant not to hear about it. He said he could afford to buy me whatever he wanted, and I deserved it.
"I know you don't, baby, but I want to shower you with gifts to show how much I love you."
I opened my mouth to protest but he pressed his finger against my lips to shut me up.
"Shhh … no more talking. I'm done with talking."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him near, my lips only inches away from his. My legs were wrapped around his hips in a lover's embrace.
"Then what are we going to do then?"
"This," he said before he captured my lips in his.
It was another half hour before we finally settled down on his couch. It was a Saturday, and we were spending it together. Emmett made sure his weekends were free to spend with me, upon his insistence, of course. We were just being our lazy selves in this new pad of his. Edward had recently acquired this penthouse apartment in a very exclusive building. There was a need for it. His security was at risk when he visited me in my apartment. His security team needed somewhere they could monitor the comings and goings of everyone, and to make sure all the tenants in the building signed a kind of non-disclosure agreement. Emmett and Felix were able to accomplish all these things, so that was the reason for the purchase. I missed my smaller apartment, but I wasn't complaining.
We eventually transferred from the couch down to the floor next to this big wide glass window in his living room that had a spectacular view of the city, having ourselves a little picnic he had arranged earlier. We were nibbling some biscuits, and I was giggling at something he said, when I unconsciously licked his finger. He stopped, and the easygoing mood we had suddenly was thrown out the window and the only thing left was the very palpable sexual tension between us. I could see his eyes darken when I licked my lips, waiting for his next move.
I shifted, trying to distance myself from him, but in doing so, I accidentally rubbed my hips against his groin and felt the erection he was sporting. I tried to wiggle away, but he pulled me closer, making me feel how he wanted me.
"You do this to me," he rasped, his lips on my shoulder.
I didn't want to question myself any longer. I wanted him as well. I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck, looking him straight in the eyes.
"I'm ready, Edward. You can take me."
His eyes widened in surprise. He leaned forward, but didn't kiss me, his lips mere inches away from mine.
"I don't want to pressure you."
"You're not. I want you, to do everything with you … and that includes sex."
"Oh God, you're killing me, Bella."
"And you're killing me."
He found the sensitive skin of my neck, and he started to suck, to kiss wherever he could. He continued to assault my neck like he was trying hard to stay away from my lips for some reason.
"Are you denying me, Edward?"
He stopped immediately, like he was slapped. He raised his eyes to mine, full of want, full of longing. "I could never deny you anything, little bird. It's just that-"
I shut him up with a kiss but it took some coaxing before he started responding. I knew he was trying to hold back, but I didn't want him to. We were lying on our sides, and I moved closer so I could rub myself against him. When I felt his hard, prominent erection pushing against my stomach, I groaned in frustration.
My breasts felt heavy, and my skin was on fire for him. I needed him to touch me, but he seemed to not understand what I meant when I said I wanted him. Now. I grabbed his hand and placed it over the junction between my legs.
"You can touch me there."
The only sounds I could hear after were his quick, sharp breaths.
"Bella, are you sure?"
I guided his hand under my skirt, his heat like fire on the bare skin of my thighs. That was all the answer I could give him.
I felt him take a deep breath before he slowly moved his fingers over my panties, tentative and unsure. So I helped him. I covered my hand over his and led it to the place where I wanted his fingers to be. His eyes were on mine as I slipped one of his fingers and mine inside me.
"Just like this," I said, breathless.
My words seemed to trigger his desire and he started to finger me, his eyes dark and heavy on mine, like he wanted to eat up all my whimpers and my moans while his fingers did dirty, dirty things to me. He rubbed my clit until I couldn't take it anymore … but I did take it. And I enjoyed every single second of it.
"My beautiful girl … so responsive," he whispered as he took my earlobe in between his teeth, his finger going faster and harder until I could feel my nails digging into his shoulders from the sheer pleasure he was giving me.
"Edward, please …" was all I could say before I felt the coil tighten and exploded into a million stars right before my eyes, blinding me. I tried to wiggle away because the intensity of what he did … what he was still doing was so much … I couldn't take it. I tried to push him away but his weight on top of me held me down. His fingers were still pushing and pulling … doing that naughty thing that made my insides burn.
"I need another one, baby."
"No, it's too much." My argument fell on deaf ears as he continued his assault on my pussy. "Oh, please …
"Shhh … it's okay," he said, as he went back to staring. His eyes so dangerously black with lust, I could see it. "Just one more, sweet girl."
I erupted like a volcano, my back arching in pure, agonizing pleasure. It was amazing as it was torturous. I slumped back on the floor, Edward still on top of me. He kissed my sweaty forehead before he leaned down to give me a peck on the lips.
"That was amazing!" he whispered, the cocky grin back on his lips.
He shifted, and I felt him hard and long, and I immediately tried to remedy it. He grabbed my right hand when I slowly moved it down his stomach.
"No," he insisted, leaning down to give me another kiss. "It was enough for me to see you come undone."
"But I want to," I argued, feeling a little disappointed he didn't want my hands on him. I even pouted a little.
"I promise, another time." He moved until he was behind me, and he wrapped his arms around my torso. I wasn't sure if he could concentrate with me being so close, and his cock being so hard.
We stayed in that position for a long time, just loving the feel of each other. There were minimal words as we enjoyed the simplicity that was Edward and Bella. This was what I missed – our time together. No prince, no royal duties, just my Edward.
I was so comfortable wrapped around him I almost dozed off. He started to kiss the back of my neck.
"Baby, spend New Year's Eve with me."
He didn't even need to ask. I wanted to spend every moment I had with him. My family had an annual New Year's Eve party, mainly for business purposes, and my attendance was expected, but I would be damned if it would keep me away from Edward. Surely my parents and Alice would understand. I would be with my boyfriend, and that should be enough.
I felt his arm tighten around me as he continued to kiss my neck. "God, I love you."
I smiled and snuggled closer to him.
"After tomorrow's lunch, make sure to clear your schedule because we're going somewhere until the 1st." It was only three days before the year ended.
"We're not spending New Year's in Seattle?"
The luncheon went well … so far … I hoped. The pleasant conversation we had all through lunch was unexpected, but welcomed. Edward seemed to enjoy his time with his parents, and that was enough for me to enjoy it as well. Although I still had some apprehension about the King and the Queen's opinion on my relationship with their son, I pushed it to the back of my mind. Edward had insisted I shouldn't be burdening myself with all these worries because he had talked to his father before I even agreed to be with him. He said his father had given him his blessing to woo me back into his life, which was already confirmation enough for him his parents were okay with our renewed romance. I trust Edward was telling me the truth.
The sounds of chairs scraping made me turn my attention to the King, as well as Edward. They had risen from their seats, which prompted me to follow. I was about to get up when a hand on my arm stopped me. There was only one other person present and it didn't take a genius to guess whose hand it was on my arm. I glanced to see the Queen eyeing me, and I nodded, understanding she wanted to talk to me. Edward leaned down to kiss me on the cheek before he left me alone with his mother.
She smiled at me, but it didn't reach her eyes.
"Do you love my son?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good, because he loves you. And I hope you don't let that love go to waste," she said in a tone that left no room for argument.
"I won't, Your Majesty," was all I could say.
"I want him to be happy. And he says you do that for him."
"I hope so."
She eyed me for what felt like forever. I was becoming extremely uncomfortable under her scrutiny, but I made a resolve to do this for Edward.
"Isabella, I know we – the King and I – weren't very receiving of your past relationship with my son, but I want to assure you it had nothing to do with you."
I was taken aback with what she said. I didn't expect her to explain what happened in the past. As far as I was concerned, it no longer mattered.
"Edward is all we have left. It's important for us parents to see the woman that our son loves support him and love him the way he deserves."
"Your Majesty, I don't want to dwell too much in the past since I have the present and the future to worry about, but I can assure you, Edward was loved and will be loved as long as I'm alive. You have my word."
"You're a strong woman, Isabella. You'll be good for my son," she said. The smile I gave her was in appreciation of her words.
"Take care of Edward."
That was all the blessing I needed from her.
"Yes, I will. You have nothing to worry about, Your Majesty."
"I'll hold on to that promise, Isabella."
She smiled that radiant smile of hers, and my world felt a little less strained now that Edward and I had his parents' support.
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