Bonne Foi
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Title: Bonne Foi
Author: cinnamon_kisses
Category: Drama, Romance
Rating: M
Summary: AU. Edward Masen was changed in 1918 and abandoned by his sire. He feeds on human blood, unaware of any other way…until he stumbles across college freshman Bella Swan for a night that will change everything.
Disclaimer: A writer is like a goddess in her universe…but only one writer is making the money off Twilight, and that’s Stephenie Meyer. These are her characters, and I’m just having fun with them.
A/N: Hope everyone’s having a great holiday! Enjoy the next installment.
Chapter Five
“What kind would you like?”
I looked at the array of muffins before me in abject confusion. They didn’t have the kind Bella had eaten yesterday. What would she want?
“Uh…give me one of each,” I decided.
The server shrugged and began loading them into a bag.
“Anything else?”
I placed the apple, orange, and banana - I didn’t know Bella’s preference, but it seemed like it would be fun to watch her eat any one of them - and a bottle of orange juice on the counter. The woman tallied it up, wondering how much one person could possibly eat all the while. She rambled off a price and I placed a bill on the counter, hurrying off without waiting for the change. I was impatient to get to Bella after spending the night fantasizing about all the things I could do to her.
I glanced at the time as I sped off to the dormitory. Just past eight. Would she be up yet? Would she mind my appearance this early? I couldn’t afford to go upsetting her…. Surely the food would make her more agreeable. All creatures were happier on a full stomach.
Only a few residents of the hall were awake, let alone up and about. I raced up the stairs to Bella’s room and paused to listen. She was still alone, but her breathing was slow and even, as was her heartbeat. She was certainly sleeping, but I decided I didn’t care. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind waking up for me.
After I knocked, I heard a distinct groan inside, and then the shuffling of covers and Bella’s stumbling feet coming to the door. She opened it and once again her eyes went wide at seeing me. Today, however, unlike Friday night, she wore her pajamas, and her hair was mussed from sleep. She immediately turned red. My mouth watered, but it wasn’t so bad.
“Good morning,” I said pleasantly.
“Edward! What are you doing here so early?”
“I - uh - I brought you breakfast,” I said, holding up the bag. “So...you know, you don’t have to go to the cafeteria.” It suddenly occurred to me that my brilliant plan was slightly lacking. I wasn’t exactly saving her from getting up early to go to breakfast when I was waking her even earlier…but maybe she wouldn’t care.
Her eyes went soft and as mile spread across her face. “Thank you, Edward.”
I shifted uneasily. “No problem.”
“Come on in,” she said, waving me inside. “I’ll - um - I’ll just run to the bathroom for a second. Make yourself comfortable.”
After she rushed into the bathroom, I sat the bag on her nightstand, and since her bed seemed the most comfortable place in the room, I kicked my shoes off and reclined against the headboard. I listened to her use the facilities and brush her hair and teeth before she reappeared, still flushed. She paused in the doorway, staring at me. I patted the bed beside me and she finally came, sitting close in the narrow space. I gestured to the bag, which she took and opened.
“I hope this isn’t all for me,” she laughed.
“I told you I don’t eat breakfast,” I said.
“So you - you got all of this for me?” she questioned as she pulled out the orange juice.
I shrugged. “I wasn’t sure what you would want.”
Pink-cheeked, she looked down and smiled. “That’s really sweet.”
Sweet? I frowned. I wasn’t trying to be sweet, and she was getting the wrong idea. “Really, I just wanted an excuse to come over,” I said, hoping that sounded less like a lovesick idiot and more like the rake I was.
Bella shrugged and took out the banana. “That’s sweet, too.”
Well, let her think what she wanted. As long as she didn’t start to expect more from me than I was willing to give, we would be okay.
I watched in silent fascination as she peeled open the banana and placed the tip between her lips. My cock stiffened immediately as the action brought to mind fantasies of Bella’s hot mouth around me, her innocent eyes looking up to my face while she brought me to a climax…
She caught me staring and blushed. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” I grinned. “You’re just…very sexy doing that.”
“Right,” she rolled her eyes. “Must me so hot, watching me stuff my face.”
“It is,” I insisted, hoping she would eat the orange next. I could see the juice running down her chin now. She took another bite and gave me a skeptical look. “I like the way your mouth moves when you eat.”
“Well,” she cleared her throat, “you’re in for a show, then.”
And I was. It was fascinating to watch her finish the banana, then unwrap a chocolate muffin and begin to eat it in little pieces, flicking her tongue out to catch each one. By the time she finished, there was a distinct smudge of chocolate at the corner of her mouth.
“Come here,” I insisted, turning her face toward me. She looked at me questioningly, and I leaned in, clearing away the chocolate with a brush of my tongue. It tasted like dirt, but her skin was delicious.
She moaned and turned toward me so that our mouths met fully. It was what I’d been waiting for since I’d arrived. I wound my tongue with hers and savored her taste.
She pulled away, gasping. “I was wondering how long I would have to wait for that,” she breathed, licking her lips.
“Are you finished?” I asked, holding up the bag of pastries. She nodded slowly, and I carefully set the bag aside. “Good.”
I pulled her to me and was about to kiss her again when her face took on a thoughtful frown. “Your eyes are different. Before they were black…”
I fought to control my expression. I was so stupid - of course my eyes would be red after feeding, and of course, she would notice.
“Yeah, uh, it’s…contacts,” I said, trying to sound convincing.
“Oh…why would you want to wear black contacts when you have such beautiful golden eyes?”
Golden? They were golden now? That didn’t make any sense. Was she colorblind? I shrugged for her benefit. “A phase, I suppose.”
“Well, you shouldn’t cover those eyes up,” she said. Then her lips were back on mine, and I wasted no time sliding my hands under her shirt to feel her warm skin. Her hands pushed against me - the barest pressure, but she was probably using a fair bit of strength - so I fell onto my back, bringing her on top of me.
“There’s something I want to try,” she said, biting her lip. Then her hands were at my belt, fiddling with the buckle. I waited, watching her every move. When she opened the fly of my jeans, I held my breath, hoping and praying she was going to do what I thought she was going to do. Her little fingers pulled at the waistband of my jeans and boxers, suddenly freeing the erection I’d had all morning.
Her throat flexed as she swallowed. “Just…hold still,” she said. And then one hand wrapped around the base of my cock. That alone felt like heaven, but then she leaned down and placed her lips around the head. That sensation was altogether too sinfully good to be heaven; it had to be hell. Well, if that was hell, I would go willingly.
Slowly, she moved up and down, stroking me with her hand and her tongue. I tried to watch her, fascinated and more than a little turned on by the sight, but the pleasure became too much, and I let my head fall back while I clutched the sheets, trying not to move in my enjoyment.
I couldn’t last long, though. She began a soft, sucking motion that made all my nerves go haywire. Lost in a haze of warmth and pleasure, I came unthinkingly into her waiting mouth. My eyes opened to watch her swallow before she sat up, looking at me with a very self-satisfied expression. I chuckled.
“Well, then. What brought that on?” I asked.
Her cheeks flamed. “I just…um…I wanted to show my appreciation…you know, for everything you’ve done for me, and I’ve heard girls talk about doing that for their boyfriends and I just thought…I thought you might enjoy it?” she finished, voice hiking up at the end to make it sound like a question.
“I did enjoy it,” I answered her, hoping for many repeat performances. “I hope, though, that you don’t think this means we’re done here.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, genuinely confused.
“It means,” I said, swiftly rolling her onto her back, “that I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Is that a promise or a threat?”
I laughed. “Both.”
~
After I had my fill of her, and after she came twice, I lay with Bella in her bed, her sweaty body hot against mine.
“I need a shower,” she commented while playing with my nipple. I imagined her with water and soap suds running down her body, and just like that, I wanted her again.
“Need someone to wash your back?” I asked.
She blushed. “You want to shower with me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
She shrugged. “I just…never thought about it. But…um…yes. I’d like that.”
I smirked at her innocence. “Then let’s go.” I threw the covers off before she could have a fit of modesty and change her mind. She blushed, but she got up tentatively and led the way to the bathroom. She was careful to lock both doors before stepping into the shower stall. I followed after, squeezing into the small space with her.
Our bodies brushed as she maneuvered around to turn on the water, and she let out a nervous laugh. The spray came on cold. She shivered and recoiled, pressing back into me. It was fantastic. I placed a hand on her stomach, steadying her, and she looked over her shoulder at me.
“It’s - it’s really small.”
I shrugged. “I’m enjoying it.” That should have been obvious by the way my cock pressed into her backside, but perhaps she didn’t quite understand that.
The water grew hot, steam rising around us. The spray hit her chest, sending cascades of water down her body. I licked a little rivulet from her neck, tasting her perspiration with it. She moaned.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?” I questioned, circling her navel with my index finger.
“Make me want you so much, when we’ve just spent all morning - “
“I should ask you the same thing,” I said, turning her to face me. “I think it’s just a good thing it’s mutual, don’t you?”
“Mmm,” she hummed in agreement, or maybe it was pleasure as she pressed her wet body against mine. “What do you think it means?”
I shrugged, running my hands down her slippery back. “Maybe it means we’re supposed to do this - “ I brought a hand around to cup her warm sex - “over and over again.”
Her head fell back and her hair clung in dark curls to her shoulders. I bent down to suck a drop of water from her nipple, and she gave a soft, pleading cry. “Edward…”
“Tell me what you want,” I said, staring at her wet, parted lips while I fingered her slick entrance. Her legs quivered.
“T-take me,” Bella whimpered, clutching my shoulders. “More, please.”
I considered the soap and shampoo waiting behind her and thought about the possibilities. “Not just yet,” I decided. “We need to get you clean first, don’t we?”
She groaned, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. “Edward -“
I cut off her protests by sealing my mouth over hers while I grabbed for the shampoo. I’d never washed a human’s hair before, but I figured it was roughly the same process I went through, only gentler. Pulling away, I turned her around once again and lathered a dollop of shampoo between my hands, then applied it to her hair. I struggled not to pull or press too hard as I kneaded her scalp, watching for any minute sign of pain. She merely purred in contentment, and I smiled to myself. This playing-human business was easy.
Bella turned when I was done to put her head under the spray and rinse. My hard work was well rewarded as I watched the suds travel over her shoulders and her breasts, then down her stomach and her legs. I wanted to give in and take her like she’d asked, but I wanted to tease her, too. So I reached for the bar of soap and rubbed it between my hands. When she finished with her hair, she opened her eyes and saw what I was doing. She bit her lip. “Please, Edward - “
“Shh,” I murmured, putting my soap hands to her hips. She hissed as my hands started their journey, sliding up her stomach and sides to cup her breasts, carefully circling her nipples to leave little suds clinging there. I worked around her arms and shoulders, then down her back and buttocks. All the while, her breath came in soft pants that echoed in the small space. I was kneeling before her, running the soap down her legs, when I caught the heady scent of her seeping wetness and made a change of plans.
Slowly, so as not to upset her precarious balance, I lifted one leg over my shoulder and put my mouth to her hot center. Her fingers scrabbled at the wet shower walls as she moaned loudly. I did my best to support her body while I delved my tongue into her, tasting her musky arousal, mingled with my seed from earlier in the morning. It was painfully erotic, tasting myself inside her, mixed with her exquisite flavor, and my mouth worked vigorously against her, eager to drink ever last drop of what her body gave me freely. Her cries were sharp and loud, her fingers tightly clutched in my hair. I refused to stop until her legs were shaking, threatening to collapse, and then I lifted us both up together. It was easy to brace her against the shower wall and thrust deeply into her. Her walls tightened immediately around me while she gasped and moaned in shock. I knew she wouldn’t last long. That was fine; I didn’t want to go slow.
I angled her hips to allow me the deepest access possible and I went as hard as she could take. The sounds she made escalated with each thrust until she was screaming her release, clenching harder than ever before around my cock. I grunted as my climax hit, shuddering with the unbearable pleasure of shooting my release into her, even as her walls tried to suck me in deeper.
I couldn’t move right away, so I held her there with the hot water cascading down on us. She lifted a hand to smooth my hair back, gazing at me with a strange emotion in her eyes. Unsettled, I straightened and set her carefully on her feet. Still, she leaned against me, breathing hard.
“Wow,” she gasped, clutching my shoulders.
“Mmmhmm,” I agreed, holding her to me. Her heat felt so good.
“Have you done that before?” she asked, peeking up through her wet eyelashes that clumped together. I laughed.
“No, that was a first for me.”
“Hmm…we need to wash you now, don’t we?” she said, grabbing for the bar of soap. I grinned.
“You probably should. God knows where I’ve been.”
~
After our shower, which took longer than any shower should, I helped Bella with a week’s worth of algebra homework for lack of anything better to do. She couldn’t divide polynomials to save her life, but I couldn’t blame her for her lack of patience with the task. It wasn’t exactly a critical life skill, no matter how long one lived.
I left her that afternoon when her roommate, a kindly brunette named Angela, returned. Her thoughts were intent on talking to Bella - mainly about me - so I decided that was my cue to leave.
I lurked outside, however, after parking my car a block away in case Bella should see it outside.
“…Never mind my weekend,” Angela was saying inside, scrutinizing Bella’s evasive expression. “It looks like you’ve had quite a bit of fun. How on earth did he rip your sheets?”
Bella turned beet red in Angela’s thoughts. “He’s - I’m - well, it’s new.”
Angela hid the amusement that lurked in her thoughts. “I gathered that much. Who is he? Where did you meet him?”
Bella bit her lip. I wondered how much she would tell her friend. “Well, his name is Edward Masen. I…I met him Monday, outside the library. He…he walked me back to the dormitory. And then I told him our room number, but I didn’t expect to see him again…and then Friday night, he just turned up, and we - um…”
Angela grinned, mostly pleased for her friend, though worry rested in the back of her mind. “I take it you hit it off. So…tell me about him. What’s he like?”
Bella’s lips twisted into a smile. “Well…he’s sort of mysterious, and a little intimidating, but…but he makes me feel like a completely different person. Like I’m not just plain, boring Bella Swan, you know?”
Angela was intrigued by the way her eyes lit up, and so was I. “He’s good to you, then?”
“Yeah,” Bella said, smiling. “He drove me around job-hunting yesterday, and today he brought me breakfast and helped me with algebra…he’s been…so sweet.”
“Good,” Angela said, approving. “Because if he didn’t treat you right, I’d have to kick his ass.”
I laughed out loud, and from what I could see, Bella did, too. “I hate to break it to you, Angela, but I think you’d lose that fight.”
Angela shrugged. “Well, if he’s a gentleman like he should be, he’d let me win.”
“I’m sure he would,” Bella said. “Really, Angela, you don’t have to worry about me. I can tell he’s good. I can just see it in his eyes, you know?”
“I do know what you mean,” Angela murmured, conjuring up an image of a young man whom I assumed was her boyfriend. I wondered what Bella thought she saw when she looked at me. All that was good in me had died with my humanity; how could she see any of that in my inhuman eyes?
“So how was Ben?” Bella asked. I gathered that Ben was said boyfriend.
“Good. He’s fitting right in and taking the place by storm. I’m so happy for him - he’s going to make such a great lawyer…”
The conversation turned in that vein, and I decided to leave.
I spent the rest of the night preparing for a very human day. I needed to start actually going to classes. Generally, I tended to go the first day, get the syllabus, read all the material that I wasn’t already familiar with, and then show up for exams. I was well on my way to several degrees that way, and it gave me something to do, not to mention a reason to be lurking around campus. Now, however, I should be seen playing the part, for the sake of keeping up appearances.
Mondays, I was supposed to have biology and sociology. Both were exceedingly dull after having taken them several times, but I was working through courses required by the university.
The biology class turned out to be full of freshmen, one hundred students struggling to follow the lecture. It passed with agonizing slowness as I listened to their thoughts. It wasn’t terribly complex, but none of these students had been in an in-depth course on biology before. I amused myself by drawing up Punnett Squares with the possible genetic combinations of different pairs of students. Some of them would have hideous children.
I had to wait two hours for the next class. I snuck into the music building and passed the time on a piano in one of the practice rooms, playing pieces that made the passers-by stop and peek in the window with curiosity. Few humans could play so well, I knew; extraordinary speed and coordination did a great deal to improve performance.
Finally, the time rolled around for the sociology class. I had just walked into the room when I caught an achingly familiar scent. My feet moved automatically, following where my nose took me. I found her in the center of a middle row. I swept in quickly and took the empty seat beside her, though it was my custom to sit in the back in order to exit quickly.
“I didn’t know you were in this class,” I murmured. She jumped, dropping the novel she’d been reading.
“I could say the same,” she accused, holding a hand to her chest as if that would slow her racing heart. “I know I would have noticed if you’d been here before.”
I shrugged. “I tend to skip this one, I admit. But I’m trying to turn over a new leaf, if you will.”
“Well, that’s good,” she said, frowning. “Do you go to any of your other classes?”
I laughed. “Some of them.”
The professor walked in, then, silencing the chatting students, and Bella never had a chance to respond. I spent the hour watching Bella take notes in her sprawling handwriting, trying to resist the urge to reach out and touch her, to satisfy the almost magnetic draw I had to her. She was so close, and I could feel her heat, stronger somehow than all the others around us.
When the professor ceased talking, most of the students hurried to pack their things and get out, but Bella turned to me, smiling.
“Did you enjoy the lecture?”
“Very much,” I said, glancing at her bulging backpack. “How many classes do you have today?”
“Too many,” she sighed, closing her notebook. “European literature, Spanish literature, this, and algebra. It could be worse, but it’s still a lot to deal with in one day.”
“Certainly,” I agreed. She struggled to stuff her notebook and textbook into the bag. “When is your next class?”
“Now, basically,” she sighed again, getting out of her seat and reaching for the heavy bag. I thought about the damage she could do with it and grabbed it before she could get there.
“I’ll walk with you,” I said, putting the bag over my shoulder. My two books fit easily under the other arm.
Bella opened her mouth, looking ready to protest. I shook my head and nudged her forward, and she started walking with a huff. “I can carry my own bag, Edward.”
“Well, I suspected that was how you got it here in the first place,” I said slyly. The science building, which also held the math courses, wasn’t far, just a walk across a plaza.
“Funny. Why won’t you let me carry it?”
I chuckled. “Bella, are you under the impression that chivalry is dead, or are you actively trying to kill it?”
She pursed her lips. “Fine, then, carry it. It’s your back that will pay for it.”
“My back had harder work yesterday,” I reminded her, causing a blush to rise in her cheeks. “You didn’t seem to care so much then.”
“Hmmph,” was her response. I grinned triumphantly.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.
She scowled. “Job interviews. McDonalds and that coffee place, Java Break.”
I winced. “Good luck with those.” I hoped she wouldn’t wind up at McDonalds. She would smell constantly of greasy burgers and fries…
“Thanks. I, um…I guess I’ll see you Wednesday? In class?” she said as we reached the science building.
I nodded, handing her bag back over to her. “Until then.”
Title: Bonne Foi
Author: cinnamon_kisses
Category: Drama, Romance
Rating: M
Summary: AU. Edward Masen was changed in 1918 and abandoned by his sire. He feeds on human blood, unaware of any other way…until he stumbles across college freshman Bella Swan for a night that will change everything.
Disclaimer: A writer is like a goddess in her universe…but only one writer is making the money off Twilight, and that’s Stephenie Meyer. These are her characters, and I’m just having fun with them.
A/N: Hope everyone’s having a great holiday! Enjoy the next installment.
Chapter Five
“What kind would you like?”
I looked at the array of muffins before me in abject confusion. They didn’t have the kind Bella had eaten yesterday. What would she want?
“Uh…give me one of each,” I decided.
The server shrugged and began loading them into a bag.
“Anything else?”
I placed the apple, orange, and banana - I didn’t know Bella’s preference, but it seemed like it would be fun to watch her eat any one of them - and a bottle of orange juice on the counter. The woman tallied it up, wondering how much one person could possibly eat all the while. She rambled off a price and I placed a bill on the counter, hurrying off without waiting for the change. I was impatient to get to Bella after spending the night fantasizing about all the things I could do to her.
I glanced at the time as I sped off to the dormitory. Just past eight. Would she be up yet? Would she mind my appearance this early? I couldn’t afford to go upsetting her…. Surely the food would make her more agreeable. All creatures were happier on a full stomach.
Only a few residents of the hall were awake, let alone up and about. I raced up the stairs to Bella’s room and paused to listen. She was still alone, but her breathing was slow and even, as was her heartbeat. She was certainly sleeping, but I decided I didn’t care. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind waking up for me.
After I knocked, I heard a distinct groan inside, and then the shuffling of covers and Bella’s stumbling feet coming to the door. She opened it and once again her eyes went wide at seeing me. Today, however, unlike Friday night, she wore her pajamas, and her hair was mussed from sleep. She immediately turned red. My mouth watered, but it wasn’t so bad.
“Good morning,” I said pleasantly.
“Edward! What are you doing here so early?”
“I - uh - I brought you breakfast,” I said, holding up the bag. “So...you know, you don’t have to go to the cafeteria.” It suddenly occurred to me that my brilliant plan was slightly lacking. I wasn’t exactly saving her from getting up early to go to breakfast when I was waking her even earlier…but maybe she wouldn’t care.
Her eyes went soft and as mile spread across her face. “Thank you, Edward.”
I shifted uneasily. “No problem.”
“Come on in,” she said, waving me inside. “I’ll - um - I’ll just run to the bathroom for a second. Make yourself comfortable.”
After she rushed into the bathroom, I sat the bag on her nightstand, and since her bed seemed the most comfortable place in the room, I kicked my shoes off and reclined against the headboard. I listened to her use the facilities and brush her hair and teeth before she reappeared, still flushed. She paused in the doorway, staring at me. I patted the bed beside me and she finally came, sitting close in the narrow space. I gestured to the bag, which she took and opened.
“I hope this isn’t all for me,” she laughed.
“I told you I don’t eat breakfast,” I said.
“So you - you got all of this for me?” she questioned as she pulled out the orange juice.
I shrugged. “I wasn’t sure what you would want.”
Pink-cheeked, she looked down and smiled. “That’s really sweet.”
Sweet? I frowned. I wasn’t trying to be sweet, and she was getting the wrong idea. “Really, I just wanted an excuse to come over,” I said, hoping that sounded less like a lovesick idiot and more like the rake I was.
Bella shrugged and took out the banana. “That’s sweet, too.”
Well, let her think what she wanted. As long as she didn’t start to expect more from me than I was willing to give, we would be okay.
I watched in silent fascination as she peeled open the banana and placed the tip between her lips. My cock stiffened immediately as the action brought to mind fantasies of Bella’s hot mouth around me, her innocent eyes looking up to my face while she brought me to a climax…
She caught me staring and blushed. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” I grinned. “You’re just…very sexy doing that.”
“Right,” she rolled her eyes. “Must me so hot, watching me stuff my face.”
“It is,” I insisted, hoping she would eat the orange next. I could see the juice running down her chin now. She took another bite and gave me a skeptical look. “I like the way your mouth moves when you eat.”
“Well,” she cleared her throat, “you’re in for a show, then.”
And I was. It was fascinating to watch her finish the banana, then unwrap a chocolate muffin and begin to eat it in little pieces, flicking her tongue out to catch each one. By the time she finished, there was a distinct smudge of chocolate at the corner of her mouth.
“Come here,” I insisted, turning her face toward me. She looked at me questioningly, and I leaned in, clearing away the chocolate with a brush of my tongue. It tasted like dirt, but her skin was delicious.
She moaned and turned toward me so that our mouths met fully. It was what I’d been waiting for since I’d arrived. I wound my tongue with hers and savored her taste.
She pulled away, gasping. “I was wondering how long I would have to wait for that,” she breathed, licking her lips.
“Are you finished?” I asked, holding up the bag of pastries. She nodded slowly, and I carefully set the bag aside. “Good.”
I pulled her to me and was about to kiss her again when her face took on a thoughtful frown. “Your eyes are different. Before they were black…”
I fought to control my expression. I was so stupid - of course my eyes would be red after feeding, and of course, she would notice.
“Yeah, uh, it’s…contacts,” I said, trying to sound convincing.
“Oh…why would you want to wear black contacts when you have such beautiful golden eyes?”
Golden? They were golden now? That didn’t make any sense. Was she colorblind? I shrugged for her benefit. “A phase, I suppose.”
“Well, you shouldn’t cover those eyes up,” she said. Then her lips were back on mine, and I wasted no time sliding my hands under her shirt to feel her warm skin. Her hands pushed against me - the barest pressure, but she was probably using a fair bit of strength - so I fell onto my back, bringing her on top of me.
“There’s something I want to try,” she said, biting her lip. Then her hands were at my belt, fiddling with the buckle. I waited, watching her every move. When she opened the fly of my jeans, I held my breath, hoping and praying she was going to do what I thought she was going to do. Her little fingers pulled at the waistband of my jeans and boxers, suddenly freeing the erection I’d had all morning.
Her throat flexed as she swallowed. “Just…hold still,” she said. And then one hand wrapped around the base of my cock. That alone felt like heaven, but then she leaned down and placed her lips around the head. That sensation was altogether too sinfully good to be heaven; it had to be hell. Well, if that was hell, I would go willingly.
Slowly, she moved up and down, stroking me with her hand and her tongue. I tried to watch her, fascinated and more than a little turned on by the sight, but the pleasure became too much, and I let my head fall back while I clutched the sheets, trying not to move in my enjoyment.
I couldn’t last long, though. She began a soft, sucking motion that made all my nerves go haywire. Lost in a haze of warmth and pleasure, I came unthinkingly into her waiting mouth. My eyes opened to watch her swallow before she sat up, looking at me with a very self-satisfied expression. I chuckled.
“Well, then. What brought that on?” I asked.
Her cheeks flamed. “I just…um…I wanted to show my appreciation…you know, for everything you’ve done for me, and I’ve heard girls talk about doing that for their boyfriends and I just thought…I thought you might enjoy it?” she finished, voice hiking up at the end to make it sound like a question.
“I did enjoy it,” I answered her, hoping for many repeat performances. “I hope, though, that you don’t think this means we’re done here.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, genuinely confused.
“It means,” I said, swiftly rolling her onto her back, “that I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Is that a promise or a threat?”
I laughed. “Both.”
~
After I had my fill of her, and after she came twice, I lay with Bella in her bed, her sweaty body hot against mine.
“I need a shower,” she commented while playing with my nipple. I imagined her with water and soap suds running down her body, and just like that, I wanted her again.
“Need someone to wash your back?” I asked.
She blushed. “You want to shower with me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
She shrugged. “I just…never thought about it. But…um…yes. I’d like that.”
I smirked at her innocence. “Then let’s go.” I threw the covers off before she could have a fit of modesty and change her mind. She blushed, but she got up tentatively and led the way to the bathroom. She was careful to lock both doors before stepping into the shower stall. I followed after, squeezing into the small space with her.
Our bodies brushed as she maneuvered around to turn on the water, and she let out a nervous laugh. The spray came on cold. She shivered and recoiled, pressing back into me. It was fantastic. I placed a hand on her stomach, steadying her, and she looked over her shoulder at me.
“It’s - it’s really small.”
I shrugged. “I’m enjoying it.” That should have been obvious by the way my cock pressed into her backside, but perhaps she didn’t quite understand that.
The water grew hot, steam rising around us. The spray hit her chest, sending cascades of water down her body. I licked a little rivulet from her neck, tasting her perspiration with it. She moaned.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?” I questioned, circling her navel with my index finger.
“Make me want you so much, when we’ve just spent all morning - “
“I should ask you the same thing,” I said, turning her to face me. “I think it’s just a good thing it’s mutual, don’t you?”
“Mmm,” she hummed in agreement, or maybe it was pleasure as she pressed her wet body against mine. “What do you think it means?”
I shrugged, running my hands down her slippery back. “Maybe it means we’re supposed to do this - “ I brought a hand around to cup her warm sex - “over and over again.”
Her head fell back and her hair clung in dark curls to her shoulders. I bent down to suck a drop of water from her nipple, and she gave a soft, pleading cry. “Edward…”
“Tell me what you want,” I said, staring at her wet, parted lips while I fingered her slick entrance. Her legs quivered.
“T-take me,” Bella whimpered, clutching my shoulders. “More, please.”
I considered the soap and shampoo waiting behind her and thought about the possibilities. “Not just yet,” I decided. “We need to get you clean first, don’t we?”
She groaned, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. “Edward -“
I cut off her protests by sealing my mouth over hers while I grabbed for the shampoo. I’d never washed a human’s hair before, but I figured it was roughly the same process I went through, only gentler. Pulling away, I turned her around once again and lathered a dollop of shampoo between my hands, then applied it to her hair. I struggled not to pull or press too hard as I kneaded her scalp, watching for any minute sign of pain. She merely purred in contentment, and I smiled to myself. This playing-human business was easy.
Bella turned when I was done to put her head under the spray and rinse. My hard work was well rewarded as I watched the suds travel over her shoulders and her breasts, then down her stomach and her legs. I wanted to give in and take her like she’d asked, but I wanted to tease her, too. So I reached for the bar of soap and rubbed it between my hands. When she finished with her hair, she opened her eyes and saw what I was doing. She bit her lip. “Please, Edward - “
“Shh,” I murmured, putting my soap hands to her hips. She hissed as my hands started their journey, sliding up her stomach and sides to cup her breasts, carefully circling her nipples to leave little suds clinging there. I worked around her arms and shoulders, then down her back and buttocks. All the while, her breath came in soft pants that echoed in the small space. I was kneeling before her, running the soap down her legs, when I caught the heady scent of her seeping wetness and made a change of plans.
Slowly, so as not to upset her precarious balance, I lifted one leg over my shoulder and put my mouth to her hot center. Her fingers scrabbled at the wet shower walls as she moaned loudly. I did my best to support her body while I delved my tongue into her, tasting her musky arousal, mingled with my seed from earlier in the morning. It was painfully erotic, tasting myself inside her, mixed with her exquisite flavor, and my mouth worked vigorously against her, eager to drink ever last drop of what her body gave me freely. Her cries were sharp and loud, her fingers tightly clutched in my hair. I refused to stop until her legs were shaking, threatening to collapse, and then I lifted us both up together. It was easy to brace her against the shower wall and thrust deeply into her. Her walls tightened immediately around me while she gasped and moaned in shock. I knew she wouldn’t last long. That was fine; I didn’t want to go slow.
I angled her hips to allow me the deepest access possible and I went as hard as she could take. The sounds she made escalated with each thrust until she was screaming her release, clenching harder than ever before around my cock. I grunted as my climax hit, shuddering with the unbearable pleasure of shooting my release into her, even as her walls tried to suck me in deeper.
I couldn’t move right away, so I held her there with the hot water cascading down on us. She lifted a hand to smooth my hair back, gazing at me with a strange emotion in her eyes. Unsettled, I straightened and set her carefully on her feet. Still, she leaned against me, breathing hard.
“Wow,” she gasped, clutching my shoulders.
“Mmmhmm,” I agreed, holding her to me. Her heat felt so good.
“Have you done that before?” she asked, peeking up through her wet eyelashes that clumped together. I laughed.
“No, that was a first for me.”
“Hmm…we need to wash you now, don’t we?” she said, grabbing for the bar of soap. I grinned.
“You probably should. God knows where I’ve been.”
~
After our shower, which took longer than any shower should, I helped Bella with a week’s worth of algebra homework for lack of anything better to do. She couldn’t divide polynomials to save her life, but I couldn’t blame her for her lack of patience with the task. It wasn’t exactly a critical life skill, no matter how long one lived.
I left her that afternoon when her roommate, a kindly brunette named Angela, returned. Her thoughts were intent on talking to Bella - mainly about me - so I decided that was my cue to leave.
I lurked outside, however, after parking my car a block away in case Bella should see it outside.
“…Never mind my weekend,” Angela was saying inside, scrutinizing Bella’s evasive expression. “It looks like you’ve had quite a bit of fun. How on earth did he rip your sheets?”
Bella turned beet red in Angela’s thoughts. “He’s - I’m - well, it’s new.”
Angela hid the amusement that lurked in her thoughts. “I gathered that much. Who is he? Where did you meet him?”
Bella bit her lip. I wondered how much she would tell her friend. “Well, his name is Edward Masen. I…I met him Monday, outside the library. He…he walked me back to the dormitory. And then I told him our room number, but I didn’t expect to see him again…and then Friday night, he just turned up, and we - um…”
Angela grinned, mostly pleased for her friend, though worry rested in the back of her mind. “I take it you hit it off. So…tell me about him. What’s he like?”
Bella’s lips twisted into a smile. “Well…he’s sort of mysterious, and a little intimidating, but…but he makes me feel like a completely different person. Like I’m not just plain, boring Bella Swan, you know?”
Angela was intrigued by the way her eyes lit up, and so was I. “He’s good to you, then?”
“Yeah,” Bella said, smiling. “He drove me around job-hunting yesterday, and today he brought me breakfast and helped me with algebra…he’s been…so sweet.”
“Good,” Angela said, approving. “Because if he didn’t treat you right, I’d have to kick his ass.”
I laughed out loud, and from what I could see, Bella did, too. “I hate to break it to you, Angela, but I think you’d lose that fight.”
Angela shrugged. “Well, if he’s a gentleman like he should be, he’d let me win.”
“I’m sure he would,” Bella said. “Really, Angela, you don’t have to worry about me. I can tell he’s good. I can just see it in his eyes, you know?”
“I do know what you mean,” Angela murmured, conjuring up an image of a young man whom I assumed was her boyfriend. I wondered what Bella thought she saw when she looked at me. All that was good in me had died with my humanity; how could she see any of that in my inhuman eyes?
“So how was Ben?” Bella asked. I gathered that Ben was said boyfriend.
“Good. He’s fitting right in and taking the place by storm. I’m so happy for him - he’s going to make such a great lawyer…”
The conversation turned in that vein, and I decided to leave.
I spent the rest of the night preparing for a very human day. I needed to start actually going to classes. Generally, I tended to go the first day, get the syllabus, read all the material that I wasn’t already familiar with, and then show up for exams. I was well on my way to several degrees that way, and it gave me something to do, not to mention a reason to be lurking around campus. Now, however, I should be seen playing the part, for the sake of keeping up appearances.
Mondays, I was supposed to have biology and sociology. Both were exceedingly dull after having taken them several times, but I was working through courses required by the university.
The biology class turned out to be full of freshmen, one hundred students struggling to follow the lecture. It passed with agonizing slowness as I listened to their thoughts. It wasn’t terribly complex, but none of these students had been in an in-depth course on biology before. I amused myself by drawing up Punnett Squares with the possible genetic combinations of different pairs of students. Some of them would have hideous children.
I had to wait two hours for the next class. I snuck into the music building and passed the time on a piano in one of the practice rooms, playing pieces that made the passers-by stop and peek in the window with curiosity. Few humans could play so well, I knew; extraordinary speed and coordination did a great deal to improve performance.
Finally, the time rolled around for the sociology class. I had just walked into the room when I caught an achingly familiar scent. My feet moved automatically, following where my nose took me. I found her in the center of a middle row. I swept in quickly and took the empty seat beside her, though it was my custom to sit in the back in order to exit quickly.
“I didn’t know you were in this class,” I murmured. She jumped, dropping the novel she’d been reading.
“I could say the same,” she accused, holding a hand to her chest as if that would slow her racing heart. “I know I would have noticed if you’d been here before.”
I shrugged. “I tend to skip this one, I admit. But I’m trying to turn over a new leaf, if you will.”
“Well, that’s good,” she said, frowning. “Do you go to any of your other classes?”
I laughed. “Some of them.”
The professor walked in, then, silencing the chatting students, and Bella never had a chance to respond. I spent the hour watching Bella take notes in her sprawling handwriting, trying to resist the urge to reach out and touch her, to satisfy the almost magnetic draw I had to her. She was so close, and I could feel her heat, stronger somehow than all the others around us.
When the professor ceased talking, most of the students hurried to pack their things and get out, but Bella turned to me, smiling.
“Did you enjoy the lecture?”
“Very much,” I said, glancing at her bulging backpack. “How many classes do you have today?”
“Too many,” she sighed, closing her notebook. “European literature, Spanish literature, this, and algebra. It could be worse, but it’s still a lot to deal with in one day.”
“Certainly,” I agreed. She struggled to stuff her notebook and textbook into the bag. “When is your next class?”
“Now, basically,” she sighed again, getting out of her seat and reaching for the heavy bag. I thought about the damage she could do with it and grabbed it before she could get there.
“I’ll walk with you,” I said, putting the bag over my shoulder. My two books fit easily under the other arm.
Bella opened her mouth, looking ready to protest. I shook my head and nudged her forward, and she started walking with a huff. “I can carry my own bag, Edward.”
“Well, I suspected that was how you got it here in the first place,” I said slyly. The science building, which also held the math courses, wasn’t far, just a walk across a plaza.
“Funny. Why won’t you let me carry it?”
I chuckled. “Bella, are you under the impression that chivalry is dead, or are you actively trying to kill it?”
She pursed her lips. “Fine, then, carry it. It’s your back that will pay for it.”
“My back had harder work yesterday,” I reminded her, causing a blush to rise in her cheeks. “You didn’t seem to care so much then.”
“Hmmph,” was her response. I grinned triumphantly.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.
She scowled. “Job interviews. McDonalds and that coffee place, Java Break.”
I winced. “Good luck with those.” I hoped she wouldn’t wind up at McDonalds. She would smell constantly of greasy burgers and fries…
“Thanks. I, um…I guess I’ll see you Wednesday? In class?” she said as we reached the science building.
I nodded, handing her bag back over to her. “Until then.”