Rating M: For language, situations and lemons (uh, DUH!).
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the sole owner of Twilight and its characters. I got to give props where props are due. I am just having some fun with her peeps.
Much thanks to my beta love amandac3. Your encouragement and support is everything!
First off MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone!
Sorry for the delay but Fan Fiction was down most of the day. But better late than never, right? Soooo Bella tamed the shark but there are some details we still need to work out. This takes place one year after Chapter 24. Let's see what these crazy kids are up too.
Bella watched as he maneuvered over the wave. She would never tire of this. He was exquisite the way he moved, crouching and swaying, his long hair flying. He belonged on the water. It was where he was the happiest. They had actually looked at a few cabins on Eleuthera while here. Edward wanted to buy. He was leaning towards Surfer's Beach but Bella adored Lighthouse Beach, although access at Lighthouse Beach was not as good. Bella took her eyes off of Edward for a moment and glanced behind her at Jasper and Alice's cabin. There was still no movement. How long can they stay in there? Bella wondered with a smile.
Edward and Bella, along with Jasper and Alice, had come to Eleuthera to celebrate their one year anniversaries. It was a double celebration for Alice as she was also celebrating her and Jasper's engagement. It had been a little rocky for them at first. Of course she had forgiven Jasper immediately. Later he tried to hire her as his personal assistant but Alice wouldn't do it as she knew if she did that everyone, his father in particular, would think the worst of her. No, Alice wanted her old job back and she would not be satisfied until that happened. But that was something that Jasper's father had to do, which he did, albeit reluctantly. Alice worked diligently to make sure that Mr. Whitlock understood that she loved Jasper and not the money, but over the course of the year he never gave any indication that he believed it. Jasper didn't care though as he was head over heels for Alice. So before they announced their engagement, she insisted on signing a prenuptial agreement in spite of Jasper's protests and made sure to hand deliver it to Mr. Whitlock. Bella still remembered going with Alice and the look on his face when she dropped it on his desk. Bella smiled, Mr. Whitlock had stared at it speechless as he realized what it meant. Alice had simply turned and strutted out of the office without saying a word. It was priceless. So last month, when Bella told Alice that she and Edward were heading to the islands for a couple of weeks, she talked to Jasper and they decided to do the same. Of course, she hadn't seen her best friend much on this trip.
Bella turned back to the water and grinned as Edward came to shore. He dropped his board on the sand and shook his wet hair. This caused Bella to laugh as he looked like he was starring in one of those shampoo commercials. He strode over to her, king of the world, okay, maybe not king, but definitely the prince. He dropped his hands on either side of her, forcing her to fall back on the blanket. He then proceeded to shake his wild hair again, getting her all wet and causing her to wiggle and laugh underneath him.
"Come surf with me."
"I need to finish these edits," she laughed, picking up the manuscript she hadn't been reading.
His lips found hers. "You're too busy watching me to be working on that," he said with a playful smirk. "You know you want to be out there with me." He brought his mouth near hers, letting it linger just above her lips. "Come with me."
She dropped the manuscript and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him on top of her. He nestled himself between her legs as their kiss quickly escalated from playful to let's have sex in a matter of seconds. His hips rotated against hers and he could feel himself hardening in response. Her hands moved languidly up and down his back, kneading his shoulders and then slipping into the back of his board shorts. He moaned as she squeezed his ass and forced him to rub against her in a way that stimulated her clit perfectly.
"Fuck, Bella," he grunted, realizing what she was doing.
"Don't stop, Edward. I'm…" She moaned loudly. "Oh God, Edward, I'm going to cum."
He growled as he continued what he was doing, thankful that they were on a private beach. Although Jasper and Alice were in the cabin next to theirs they hadn't seen them all day and the next cabin after that would not be able to see what they were doing. Bella started grinding against him, whimpering as her orgasm approached until she began clawing his ass, screaming out. Her body convulsed and Edward couldn't stand it any longer. With a quick look up and down the shoreline, he pulled his cock out, moving her bathing suit bottom to the side.
"So fucking good, Bella," he hissed as he entered her completely.
"Edward," she purred, still high from her own orgasm.
He started thrusting faster and faster, grunting with every movement he made. She continued to squeeze his ass, whispering heated encouragement, naughty words telling him to fuck her hard, to go faster and to make her scream. Edward panted and groaned as his movements became wild and chaotic until he reached his peak, cursing as his body stiffened above her. Bella moved her hands from his shorts and let her fingers trace up and down his back as he continued to rotate his hips, while she tightened her walls around him, milking every bit of his orgasm out of him.
"Mmmm, the first day I saw you I imagined making love to you like this," Bella hummed.
"So you made me chase you for the hell of it?" he asked looking up at her with a raised eyebrow.
Bella laughed, "Well, I had to make you work for it."
"That you did," he kissed her softly.
She moaned as they kissed tenderly, lovingly. Bella was supposed to be reading her manuscript and making corrections, but Edward was right, she was too busy watching him to concentrate on anything else. They had come a long way in twelve months. At first, she had been worried it wouldn't work as she was still highly troubled with his father's mob connections. She didn't want that life for either of them. But Edward had approached his father about his concerns and that he didn't want to be involved in anything illegal. He expected his father to argue with him but he hadn't. In fact, he had agreed. This had thrown Edward for a loop because he had planned an entire speech on how he needed to quit. Instead, he felt stuck. He had come home to Bella, disheartened, feeling like he would rot in his father's world. It was just about eight months ago when all of that changed.
Eight Months Previously
Edward stared at the National Geographic in his hand. He had just received an advanced copy of the issue that would be hitting the stands next week. Excited, he had torn open the package to see Lighthouse Beach on the cover. He smiled as he flipped to the article.
Paradise Revisited: Beaches of the World
By: E.A. Cullen
He had a six page spread which was unheard of. Each page highlighting one of the islands along with the write up he'd attached. They had changed the wording some, well, obviously since he wasn't a writer, but they had stayed true to his descriptions. He was happy to see that the pictures he loved the most were in the article, including one of Bella in the Cove. He smiled and wondered what she would think about being in a magazine. He shook his head, should have thought of that before you sent her picture in with the batch, he thought to himself.
"Mr. Cullen, you have a meeting in five minutes," Mary, the assistant, said over his phone intercom. Sighing, he closed the magazine.
The day had drug on, the way it always did. Edward glanced at the clock. It was after five and he would be heading home soon. Thank God! His eyes caught sight of the magazine on his desk and he smiled once again. He was very proud of the article which he had read several times already. He had even taken pictures of it and sent them to Bella. She had said they were wonderful and then she had texted the picture of her in the cove with the caption WTF! At first he thought she was angry and then less than five minutes later she sent him a video of her saying how proud she was of him and that she loved him, ending with her blowing him a kiss. He had played it numerous times throughout the day. He began tapping his fingers to his lips as he stared at the magazine. Maybe if he could see these he would understand, Edward thought looking towards the door. Edward was suffocating, drowning in an ocean of blueprints and meetings and the trivial pursuits of people he didn't care about. He needed out. He needed the air. He needed the water. With renewed determination, he rose from his chair and headed to see his father.
"Dad, you got a minute?" he asked peeking into the office.
"Come on in, Edward." His dad waved him inside.
It was only then that Edward saw Mr. Jenks sitting in one of the chairs.
"Is this a bad time?" Edward asked.
"No, we are going to have a meeting in a few minutes. You can sit in on it with us," he said causally.
Edward felt his stomach turn. This was not right. It was after hours. He steadied himself and handed his father the magazine. "I wanted to show you this."
Mr. Cullen looked at the copy of National Geographic that Edward had handed him. It had a picture of a beautiful pink sand beach on the cover. He opened it to the table of contents and knew exactly where he was supposed to look. He turned quickly to the right page and smiled when he saw his son's name. He started flipping through the pages, admiring the excellent selection of photos. My son did this! He thought proudly.
"Dad, what you see on those pages, THAT'S who I am, not this." Edward pleaded hoping his dad would understand.
"What are you saying, Edward?" His father asked looking up, his brows furrowed.
"Dad," Edward started but was interrupted by Mr. Jenks.
"Anthony, we don't have time for this. Aro is on his way."
"We'll discuss this later," Mr. Cullen said firmly to his son.
Edward began to panic. He could see his life passing before him and he didn't like it. He dropped his hands on the desk loudly, "Do you remember what you told me when I was eleven?" His father closed his eyes, as Edward continued, "You said that if you had known that saying yes to Aro would mean losing your son you would have never taken the meeting."
Mr. Cullen sighed and opened his eyes, looking at his son. He could see the desperation in his face. He knew that Edward was unhappy, that he hated this. Edward worked diligently for the past four months but his father could see that he had lost that restless spark, the passion and fire, he always had.
"Please, dad, don't make me take this meeting," Edward begged.
"Mr. Cullen." A cool voice hissed behind Edward.
Edward saw his father's eyes look passed him. Edward started breathing quickly. He had done many adventurous things, faced life or death scenarios numerous times, but he was never afraid that his life would truly be over. Not until this very moment. He knew if he stayed in the office that there would be no turning back. He stood up and turned to face Aro Volturi, the most dangerous man in New York.
"You must be Edward. My, you have certainly grown since the last time I saw you," he reached his hand out to Edward.
Edward hesitantly shook it, noting the men with Aro, all carrying weapons. Mr. Cullen glanced down at the magazine Edward had given him. He had never paid attention to Edward's work or the things that mattered to him. He was always caught up in trying to control him. Since he left at age eleven their relationship had been strained and although he was now working with him on a daily basis, their relationship hadn't improved like he had hoped for. Seeing the pictures Edward had taken made it blatantly clear that Edward did not belong here with him.
"How are you enjoying working with your father?" Aro asked Edward with a smile.
Before Edward could find the words his father spoke up. "He doesn't work for me Aro. He was just stopping by." Edward whipped his head around confused. His father came around his desk and handed him the magazine. "I'll see you and Bella this weekend." When Edward didn't move he turned to Aro, "Will you excuse us, Aro."
"Of course," Aro said taking a seat.
Mr. Cullen placed his hand on Edward's lower back and walked him to the door. Edward was confused. What had his dad meant by saying that he didn't work for him? Was he firing him? Did he say that simply for Aro's benefit?
"What are you doing?" Edward whispered.
"I'm not letting you take the meeting," he said softly, so Aro would not hear him. Edward opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. "Now go get your things and get the hell out of here. We'll talk later."
"Dad, I…" Edward stuttered as his heart beat a mile a minute.
"I love you, son," his father said before shutting the door.
Edward stood momentarily stunned. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Was his father really giving him permission to leave? Was he free without any financial repercussion? He looked at the magazine in his hand and nodded realizing that it was just that. His father had released him from his business servitude. Edward ran into his office and snatched Bella's picture off his desk and made a mad dash to the elevators before his dad changed his mind. He was anxious to get home to Bella and tell her everything.
Edward removed his cock which brought Bella back to the present, just in time to see him tuck it back inside his shorts. He smirked at her before fixing her bathing suit. He then hopped up like he didn't just have sex moments before and reached his hand down. She smiled as she took it and allowed him to help her to her feet. He picked up her board and smiled mischievously.
"Now, hurry up before my cum starts dripping down your leg," he laughed and started strutting back to the water.
"That's real romantic, Edward," she hollered at his retreating figure and could see that he was still laughing.
She took off and when she caught up to him, she wrapped her arm around his waist. He grinned and kissed her softly on the forehead before dropping her board on the water and moving to his own board. He set it next to hers, laying down on it and started to paddle out. Bella chuckled and got on her board as she started paddling faster in order to catch up to him. He glanced at her, his eyes sparkling, his face lit up from the exhilaration of their romp in the sand but also that he was where he loved to be the most, the water, ready to become one with the wave. He mouthed the words; I love you, before rising on his board and taking off with the next big wave.
"I love you, too," Bella smiled, as she watched him.
Bella couldn't believe it had been a year since they met on this very island. She had moved in with Edward within the first few months of them getting together in New York. She chuckled thinking how she held out two weeks longer than Alice did before she moved in with Jasper and reorganized his life. Bella and Edward briefly thought about selling his apartment but when things settled with his father they decided to keep it. But Bella was not living in that cold environment. Nope, she quickly set out to redecorate it; removing all the trendy things and making it reflect who they were as individuals. Needless to say Edward's photographs were proudly displayed all over the house.
In the past year, Edward had published a well-received photo essay for National Geographic who later commissioned him for two more, one he had just finished which involved him going to Morocco for a month and the second would take place in the Amazon, something she was a tad worried about but ultimately she knew he would be okay. People don't get lost in the Amazon anymore, wait, do they? Bella shook her head at her thoughts. He had also done a few smaller gigs with Time Magazine. In essence, he was doing what he loved, making descent money as a photographer and then playing on his trust fund. It couldn't get better than that.
Bella's eyes shifted to the side, seeing her wave approaching her, she quickly rose on her board. She herself had finished her first novel, entitled, Beyond the Beach, a story about finding love when you least expect it. She had brought it with her because she had to finish editing it but she had been more interested in the island than her novel. She glanced towards the shore for a second to see the pages flittering back and forth. I'll do it later, she thought with a smile as she took her wave out, following her shark who was no longer a dangerous entity but a beautiful creature of the ocean who had captured her heart and soul.
A/N… well, that's it folks. I had such a blast riding this wave with you. It was so much fun to post this little beach story when the weather outside is so freaking cold. Maybe I should write a winter story in the summer… LOL
I want to take a moment to thank a special friend of mine, Shan Ellis. She approached me earlier this year with an idea for a story. It was a story about a gorgeous surfer with long hair, who meets and falls in love with a brown eyed girl who changes his views of the world. She even gave me the manip she pictured Edward as. I visited with her for a bit and got some of her main ideas down and wah-lah, Sharkward was born. So thank you Shan for entrusting your story with me. I hope it was everything you wanted it to be :-)
Thank you so much for all your reviews. They made me smile so much, you guys have really shown me, Sharkward and Bella (or Blowfishella as DataByteDL-FangirlinGranma likes to call her) so much love. I am truly grateful for all of you. A special thanks to all my playroom girls who constantly encourage me and ease me away from the edge and to all my tried and true LR Groupies who have been around from the beginning, reading and reviewing all the crazy stuff that flitters through my mind. Love you all so very much! And an extra special I love you to my girl Corinne who preread this for me and finally to my forever Beta Amanda for ya know, everything.
Okay, I promised you all a present didn't I? Alrighty, then, are you ready? I will be posting a special Helios Christmas Outtake in about an hour… Love you all :-)