Straight From the Textbooks
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: MATURE
Pairings: Canon
Comments: This is a continuation of chapter 3, because LJ said my post was too large... which is so sad. Haha. This is the unedited version.
I'd like to note that I have quite a few cousins like Tanya, who aren't really my cousins, but close anyway. It'd be normal to date them, but I can see how off putting it would be given their title.
The scene at Edward's house was just so painful for me to write (I mean, it only goes in circles); I had THE WORST writer's block as I wrote it, and I'm still not pleased with it. This chapter was so much for me to write [I had to omit much of of what I had to finish; I cut this chapter short, because, honestly, half-way through writing the dinner scene with the Denali clan, I found it forced and slowing down my pace (as if this story wasn't going to slow enough)]. And I got inspired for some outtakes of this story. I'll probably post them after the final chapter.
Straight from the Textbooks
By ahhelga
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Chapter 3 Continuation
The rest of the night went along easily now that Edward and I knew for a fact that everything was going to be fine with the Cullens. Esme and Carlisle were very supportive of our relationship, obviously not seeing anything wrong as we explained that we had only recently started acting on any feelings we had for one another. Apparently they already knew a lot more than I thought they would have known about me through the other doctors at the hospital. Even before I had gotten together with Edward, they heard of the Swan girl, who would arrive at the emergency room every few months with a new injury. And apparently Edward had told them some about me a long time ago, while I was still in school. This brought a new wave of embarrassment, as I found out he bragged about me as a student, a time when I was taking in his lessons with such scrutiny that I aced every test. Carlisle eventually tried to persuade me into looking into the medical field.
I had to deny, of course, because the only reason why I did so well in that class was because I had Mr. Cullen as a teacher. Then again, if you were to go into medical science, he'd have to tutor you... and who knows at what lengths he'll go to tutor you now... Not to mention, if you work together... the possibilities... The thought brought a fresh wave of blood rush, but I attempted to cool myself; after all, it wouldn't be exactly prudent to get all worked up at the dinner table.
I truly enjoyed the company of Carlisle and Esme, and I was beginning to feel like I was part of their unit the more the night rolled around. Needless to say, dinner ended much later than originally intended. After I helped Esme clean up as Edward discussed some things with his father, we gathered around the parlor to listen to Edward play his piano again. The love radiating from his parents was obvious as they looked in on their son with pride, and recollection showing through their eyes.
I said my goodbyes as Edward got ready to take me to Charlie's. I blushed when Carlisle gave me a short hug, but went into flames when Esme engulfed me one as well, similar to the one she gave Edward earlier in the evening, making it a lot more personal - and tighter - than the one she gave me earlier.
I whispered a thank you in her ear, to which she gave a hearty laugh and reply, "Why, dear, I should thank you. You've brought this household so much happiness. Not to mention the fact that it gets a little quiet up here with just Carlisle and I. You should come down with Edward more often."
"I'll be making sure of that," Edward said, grasping me at the waist. "I'll be back in fifteen."
She nodded to Edward, and gave me another goodbye, and we were off in the car. There was a contented silence as we drove out of the peaceful road to the Cullen abode. I instructed him where to go from the main highway, where my nerves started to pick up again.
"What if he already knows?" I whispered. "What if he freaks out?"
"Well, we'll just have to see..." Edward paused, glancing at me. "Are we still going to keep to our plan of my meeting him during breakfast? Or would you like me to come down to meet him?"
"No, don't do that," I quickly replied. "I have to break him in. I know Charlie; he's going to give you a harsher interrogation if you come in tonight. And not to mention the fact that he'll freak out if he sees our goodbye kiss."
Edward smirked, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. Usually when we left each other, our kisses were rough and passionate, as if it was going to be the last one we would ever share with each other. I knew it would be more so this way tonight, because of the possibility that Charlie would disapprove - not that it would stop us from seeing each other. I loved Edward more than life itself to even think of stopping our relationship.
And I didn't want Edward to freak out if he found out about my strong feelings... which is why I still haven't told him my feelings.
When we reached the familiar sight of my house, I suddenly felt an urge to tell him. No - it was horrible timing. When Edward would see my father tomorrow, and finally realize that my family was nuts, he may want to leave me. I didn't want to give him the trouble of knowing that I was in love with him if he wanted to break us off. I glanced at him through my lashes, noticing the contemplative look on his face. He turned to me just as I was turning to him.
"Bella..." he started slowly. "I hope you know that no matter what happens tonight and tomorrow, I'll be here for you. I l-uh, I'll miss you."
I gave him the best encouraging smile I could muster up. "I know that, Edward. I'll try to warm him up tonight, so he's not too hard on you tomorrow. And," don't say it, Bella, "I'll miss you too..." We stopped in front of my house, and we turned to each other completely. I leaned in, "I'll be thinking about you a lot tonight."
His eyes widened, and his breath hitched. Then, he grabbed my shoulders and planted a firm kiss on my lips. While our lips stayed closed, it was one of the most intense kisses I had ever had. His powerful fingers gripped my shoulders harder, bringing me closer to him, just before one hand started to trace the curve of my back. It was awkward because of the gear shift pressing into my thigh, but I was so engrossed in the moment that I couldn't have cared less. We finally opened our mouths, letting each other's tongues massage. The electricity crackled in the air around us, and we clung to each other as if it was going to be the last time we'd see each other. It certainly felt like that to me... with having to face Charlie on the horizon.
Finally, with thoughts on Charlie, I slowly pulled back, and sighed. Edward had a dazed look, but he was also very aware of my expression.
"I suppose I should go in now..." I groaned. "Knowing my father, he's looking in on us, deciding whether he wants to use the shotgun or the pistol."
Edward let out a chuckle, and I could only wish that I had the same ability to laugh this off. I had to let go of him, and I immediately felt a loss. I picked up the handbag that Alice gave me - the only thing I brought since I had all I'd need at Charlie's - and gave Edward a grimace of a smile, one that I knew conveyed how much I was not going to enjoy being apart from him. On impulse, I went back in the car to give him a quick, hard kiss before I ran to the porch of the home. I didn't even have to stop before the front door flung I open.
I was met with Charlie's rather disconcerting blank expression. He gave Edward's silver Volvo a lingering look and raised his brow. When Edward started to pull away, Charlie visibly relaxed. I almost had to laugh; it was so ridiculous. He caught sight of my grin and gave me a small smile back.
"Hi, dad," I said.
"Hey, Bells," Charlie said. "How have you been?" He seemed to be avoiding the subject that had just driven away. Usually, that would've been okay with me, but I had to ease into Charlie accepting Edward.
"I've been good, but you know that," I started. "You should know how well I've been, especially with Edward around. He's been helping me with my studies, since he's had experience with teaching. And of course, I've just been so happy with him..."
I hoped I wasn't pushing it. I anxiously took in Charlie's response. He merely made a noise of acknowledgement, and closed the door behind him. I don't even think he caught my slight hinting, but it could've just been that he didn't want to even think about the fact that I had a boyfriend just yet. Ignorance was key with Charlie, after all. I heard him shuffling around behind me, so I took it as my cue to take in my surroundings. Now I had gotten a good look at the house; everything was exactly the same as last year, as I had thought. Did he do anything other than fish the past year? It made me even sadder to remember that I hadn't seen him since last Christmas.
"I've missed you," Charlie said unexpectedly. My head whipped over to him, shocked at what he had just said. I felt a pang of regret and sadness, as his words correllated with my own thoughts.
"I missed you too..." I replied, not used to expressing emotions so freely with Charlie, but I welcomed it.
"How are you, you know, other than with - Edward?" Charlie's pause right before his name was blatant, but at least he was trying.
I couldn't imagine an answer to that question. Edward was a fixture in every aspect of my life now... I couldn't even fathom to think what he wouldn't be part of, so I came up with the best answer as I could, and that was with avoidance. "Great, really. So has Alice. She found someone, actually. His name's Jasper."
I noticed him wince almost imperceptively, and I regretted my words. I guess that wasn't the best choice of what to say. However, there was no way to avoid it - I had a boyfriend, and he was everything in my life. As much as I hated how that sounded - or how that would sound to Charlie - since it was very reminiscent of the clingy type of teenager that I tried to avoid in high school, I knew it was true. And at some point, Charlie was going to have to accept it. He might as well get used to it now.
"So, Edward will be coming tomorrow morning for brunch at around... 10 AM," I started. The brunch was a good place to start planting the idea, I hoped. "You don't have to worry about anything; I'll be the one to cook and get prepared. Unless you want to be the one to cook the fish?"
Charlie looked stiff, but he shook his head, almost too casually. "That's fine, Bella. You know how much more I prefer your cooking. I'm pretty sure you'll do a better job anyway."
The rest of the night was spent with reading in silence - my tattered Sense and Sensibility and his newspaper - and Charlie updating me on the lives of my friends down in La Push. I learned that Sam and Emily were expecting. Jared apparently reconnected with his old classmate, Kim, and they eloped. They still haven't found out Embry's father's identity. Billy was fine. Sue Clearwater, whose husband died just before I left for college I instantly remembered, had apparently started to come over to take the extra fish Charlie had, to which my father looked everywhere but my eyes, curiously enough.
However, what caught my attention the most was that Quil had recently got with a girl named Claire... who was sixteen-years-old. Apparently, just a month shy of seventeen, but she was still "jailbait" as Charlie so uncharacteristically put it. I took in Charlie's reaction carefully, wondering how he'd take this, almost like a warm up to the news about Edward and I. It was hard to tell; he was so neutral when he was telling the story of how it came to be, and how the two of them are so carefully watched now, so that they don't do anything stupid while she is still so young. Other than the obvious discomfort of thinking of them ever being sexual, Charlie didn't show much, disappointingly. Now I wasn't even sure if he knew Edward's age. I know I had mentioned it in passing, but either he didn't hear me, or he was still playing ignorant. Maybe that was what he was doing with Quil and Claire. I don't understand how this story passed me; I had seen Jacob and Nessie earlier in the year, and they didn't mention any of this.
After sharing the events of the past year, it was getting late, and silence fell upon us again. We both took it as our cues to start getting ready for bed, so after our good nights, I dumped my bag in my old room, and I went to shower. I made sure to thoroughly clean myself and shave as close as possible. Edward kept me preoccupied in my last shower, so I couldn't get to doing all the normal showering activities. I trembled as I thought of him, but then my body seemed to sag as I thought of him not being with me tonight. I pitied myself; I couldn't even go one day without him.
I tried to ignore that fact as I changed into a thermal shirt and some old shorts. They weren't Edward's shirt or boxers, but they worked just as well, I supposed. I climbed into my covers, welcoming the familiar comfort of my old bed. However, it didn't seem to be enough for sleep, because I tossed and turned. It was as if my body knew Edward wasn't here with me tonight...
Then, right on cue, I felt the heard my phone vibrate from the side table. I picked it up, and read my new text message, from Edward, asking if I was still awake. I immediately messaged him back, saying that I was. His response was instant, and was only of two words: "I'm calling." I braced myself when I felt my phone vibrate in my hand, and I pressed "Talk."
"Hello?" I whispered, though I knew exactly who it was.
"Bella," he breathed. I let out a breath of air when I heard his voice. It felt like forever that I had, though I knew I had gone times much longer without hearing his voice. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait till tomorrow's brunch..."
"I understand, Edward," I smiled. "I felt the same way... If you hadn't had called, I would've probably called you first thing waking up."
He laughed. "Well, we just can't seem to get enough of each other." My breath hitched. He was closer to the truth than he realized. He mused, "You know, this will be the first time we're not sleeping with each other in weeks."
"You're right," I laughed into the phone. Still, my laughter didn't hide my despaired tone. He must know how much I missed him, even if only for the night.
"Bella, don't worry, we'll see each other in the morning," he said, and I could practically hear his comforting smile. "But in the meantime, we can continue talking..."
"Yeah, like this is any substitution," I rolled my eyes at his comment. "While I absolutely love your voice, and get positively turned on by it, talking in hushed tones to not wake up Charlie isn't exactly what I'd call ideal."
"Well, I think it reminds me of my teenage years," he laughed. "And did you just say my voice turns you on?"
"Oh, shut up, Edward," I grinned. "You already knew that."
"Well maybe I'd like to be reminded how I can get you off..." his voice became huskier. "I'm glad I turn you on, without even having to be there..."
My breath hitched, and I struggled to say, "Well... now I think you're just getting cocky, Edward."
"I don't know about that, Bella, 'cause it's true." I could almost hear his smirk. "I'm sure if I told you what I'd want to do to you if I were there, you'd be positively dripping wet by the time I'm done."
Oh Lord. This is where this turned to? I couldn't respond.
"And what's more? If I were to tell you what I'm doing to myself thinking about you dripping wet, I think you'd be panting..." I let out a shudder. "Ah... already you're panting. Would you like me to continue, Bella?"
"I..." Don't know. "Yes."
He hummed. "Just what I wanted to hear, Bella. You don't have to say anything; I just want to tell you what I'm going to do to you when we're together."
"And... and what would that be?" I clutched onto the phone with my life.
His voice took up a new deepness that went straight to panties. "If I were in your room, I'd be laying right beside you, stroking your whole side profile. My light touches would move from your side to trace your front from hip to hip, just above the fleshy patch of skin above that area that makes me writhe with downright lust..." I was writhing with downright lust. "Then my other arm would snake under your neck to caress your breasts from the front. All while I'm flicking your nipples, I'll be nipping at your neck... And you'd moan..."
"Edward..." I breathed.
"Just like that..." I heard him take in a shuddering breath. "And slowly, my fingers at your hips will move downward, right under waistband of your bottoms. And I'll be licking the length of your neck and I'll be teasing the peaks of those beautiful breasts of yours, and you'll be in such sensory overload that when my fingers finally reach your clit, it'll be too much for you... You'll be squirming, but I'll still be going. And oh God, how wet you'll be..."
At this point, my own hand found its way into my shorts, teasing my current wetness. It seemed to be begging for attention, but, like Edward's envisaging I only teased myself. Desperate to have some sort of connection to him, I imagined it was Edward's fingers, and a loud moan vibrated through the room, which I only barely registered as my own moan. I heard him moan as well on his side, which only fueled the fire burning in my crotch.
"Bella, you gotta remember to be quiet," he, almost tenderly, said. "Charlie's in the other room, and you wouldn't want to wake him up, right? I love the sounds you make, but I don't want us to stop just yet..."
"Mmhm..." I acknowledged. I couldn't form any words, since my fingers were still working lightly at my bundle of nerves.
"But if I were there, I'd make sure we didn't stop..." He groaned, and I wondered in the back of my mind if he was doing the same thing I was. "Even though I'd plunge my fingers into your dripping folds," and I pushed in a finger, "you'd be begging for more from me. I'd be too slow for you, so you'd try to push down onto my fingers. Then, I'd curl my fingers to that spot that you love so much... and you'll release yourself into my hands..."
"Oh God, Edward," I moaned softly. I was working myself harder now.
"You'd be coming down your high, but you see, I wouldn't be done yet, my Bella." I sucked in a breath at this. I was starting to feel that fire in the pit of my stomach rise. "Even if we're laying on our sides, I'd swiftly bring down our pants to slide in you easily. I'd take you by such surprise you'd let out a yelp, and I'd have to cover your mouth with the hand I was using to massage your breast."
I bit my lip, not allowing my groan from coming out, but his name still tried to escape my lips, making a sort of whimpering sound. I was starting to get close.
"What was that, Bella?" He sounded breathless, and it came out strained. I was glad I wasn't the only one suffering from not being close to each other.
"I... I wish you were in me, Edward," I breathed.
He groaned loudly. "God, if I were there, Bella, I'd be pumping in you so hard..." Yes. "All while you turn your neck around so that we can ravish each other..." Yes! "And fuck, in our laid position, we'd cum together instantly." Yes! My orgasm ripped through me let out another strained moan. I heard him grunt and softly say my name on the other end, alerting me of his own release. The sounds of my panting reverberated through the room, while his own breathless gasps were coming clear in my ear.
"Edward... that was..." I started to say as I caught my breath. "Amazing... We've... never done anything on the phone before..."
"To tell the truth, I'd prefer to be there still," he said just as breathlessly as I. "Bella, I just... want make you feel good..."
If my face wasn't flushed, it certainly was by this point. He just knew exactly what to say. If anyone told me that Edward was so great in bed that he could get you off even on the phone while I was still his student, I... well, I would've believed them. But having first hand experience with it put a whole new perspective that made me... possessive. I knew what he meant by wanting to make me feel good, because all I wanted was him to feel good too... only, I wanted to be the doing it all. I wanted to be the replacement of his hand. I wanted to be there for every need of his. I yawned amidst my thinking.
"Bella, I guess I should let you sleep now, then?" he said.
"I... I guess so," I replied, sleepiness creeping up on me now. "This is good night then..."
"Yeah... this is good night..." his voice trailed off, as if he wanted to continue, however he abruptly ended, "Sweet dreams, Bella. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Mmhm..." I said, having the urge to tell him all my feelings once again, right then and there. But I settled on, "Tomorrow, Edward..."
It took us several more moments before we could hang up, but we finally got around to it. Soon, I was sleeping easily, with Edward in every bit of my dreams.
When I awoke early next morning, the area between my legs was still raw from the night before, but I revelled in the lingering wetness. If Edward were here, he would be reaping the benefits of my morning wetness, as I would with his morning wood. However, I knew I had to stop myself before working myself up again; it was ridiculous how much I had to make an actual effort to do so. I have just one taste of Edward, and I can't get enough.
I simply distracted myself getting myself ready, changing, tidying up, before going downstairs. Charlie was already up and about, rearranging little things, as if he didn't know what to do. This time of day I knew he was already working busily, or not so busily in this sleepy town, at the Forks PD. He must have been so bored without work; I wondered what he would do when he was retired... Probably fish all day, or something. The last couple of days were filled with realizations about Charlie, and this was yet another one to add to the bunch. I knew that I'd have to come back often from now on. Hopefully Edward will make it through the day in one piece so that I could come back to Forks with him when he comes to visit his parents. Thinking of Edward reminded me of trying to wear down Charlie.
"Morning, dad!" I said, knowing it was a little too cheerful to the both of our ears. I'd hoped he didn't read into it too much. I greeted him a happy Thanksgiving in a more lowkey tone to hopefully balance it out.
"G'morning, Bells, happy Thanksgiving to you too," he said, turning around to me after putting back one of his rifles on the rack.
"You ready for Thanksgiving brunch excitement?" I asked tentively.
I saw him glance over to me, and then focused his sight back on his rifle. "Yeah, sure, sure," he said. He must've picked that up from Jacob. "You know how much I like your cooking."
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. Of course he would avoid the subject of Edward. But, I supposed this was working so far. He wasn't too visibly against the idea of a boyfriend. The phone suddenly rang, and Charlie went up to pick it up. I took the time to greet my mom happy Thanksgiving, and from the sounds of Phil's loud family on the other side, I cut our conversation short. I glanced over to Charlie, who was still on the phone, but his ears were red now, and I wondered what was going on. Since he was still on the phone, I text-messaged Edward his holiday greeetings as well, receiving a similar response not long after.
Finally, Charlie came back to sit with me at the dinner table. I saw that his ears were still red. I had to pry. "So, what's up?"
"Actually, you'll have to make brunch for five more..." Charlie broke the news sheepishly.
"Wow, that's a hefty load of people there, Charlie," I said incredulously, too taken aback to not call him Charlie to his face. "What's going on?"
"Sue's coming over, with Seth and Leah," Charlie began. "And Billy and Jacob are going to take them up here... Wouldn't it be nice to get together with your old friends again, Bells?" The way he worded it sounded as if he wanted Jacob and I to get back together again. What he didn't seem to remember was Jacob's happy engagement to Nessie and my own relationship with Edward. I ignored Charlie's insinuations.
"Yeah, it's been a while since I've seen them..." Then, I thought of Edward and Jacob in the same room, and I suddenly stopped. Edward... and Jacob... in the same room... Even though I knew Edward and I made up after the whole Jacob misunderstanding, he always felt tensed whenever that subject came up. I don't even know why it was particularly Jacob. I had gone on other dates, I had some minor relationships, there were others. Yet, Edward still thought of Jacob as though he were still a threat to my feelings. I didn't know Edward to be so insecure about us.
"Uhh, what time did you say they were coming?" I asked tentatively.
Charlie chuckled. "I didn't, but they're coming at around 11."
Good, that still gave Edward time to break down Charlie an hour before. With that thought, I was reminded to start cooking. I excused myself to the kitchen from the dining room, where Charlie took out his rifle again, probably to start cleaning it. Was this some sort of reassurance to himself that he could take on any young man? I mentally sighed, whipping out the fish from the fridge. Since I already knew what I was making - something familiar and simple enough from the many times I had to cook for Charlie, yet good enough for this crowd of people - I allowed myself to get lost in the preparing. At around nine-forty-five in the morning, while the fish was baking, there was a knock.
I dropped everything I was doing, and hurried over to the front door, just before Charlie could get to it. I swung it open, revealing my Edward in all his beauty. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief after saying his name. I took a step forward to him, with every intention of embracing him in a lip-lock. However, he took a miniscule step back, and only hugged me briefly, pressing his lips to my hair, before locking eyes with my father. There was nothing more I wanted than my father to have been in another room when I greeted Edward.
"Hello, Chief Swan," Edward said cordially as he stuck out his hand. "It's good to finally meet you."
"Edward," my father said gruffly. "Heard quite a bit about you."
Edward grinned over to me. "I would ask if it's all good. But knowing Bella, she might have been spilling every skeleton in the closet."
I excitedly noticed Charlie's mouth twitch, and I looked over to Edward to see if he caught that as well. Edward's grin widened almost imperceptively, but I saw it. Charlie nodded, and said, "Well, if she were telling me all the bad stuff, then you might as well be a saint."
I was immediately taken aback. Did Charlie honestly say that? It wasn't what he said that had me so shocked, but the joking tone Charlie took up. He even let Edward know that he hadn't heard anything bad about him. Of course, what he said about skeletons in the closet probably didn't go amiss, but that was to be expected; Charlie was taking everything Edward was saying by the grain. And, if anything, it was probably that little comment Edward made that made Charlie ease up, if only slightly.
Then again, we still had to get to the worst of it.
I led Charlie and Edward into the dining room, and made my way to the kitchen to finish preparing the brunch. I was wary of doing this, since I was afraid of what would happen if I left Charlie and Edward together, but I had no choice, so I listened in closely as I went around the kitchen. I could tell that Charlie had sat in the chair he usually occupied, while I heard that Edward noisily climbed in the chair across from it, the only plastic one at the whole table.
"So what'd you do?" Charlie roughly asked suddenly, taking both Edward and I off guard... Well, maybe not Edward, because he was probably more prepared for this conversation than I was. I hoped.
"Excuse me, sir?" Edward's voice was a perfect blend of polite confusion and innocence. I was floored at his skills. Of course, it could have very well been his genuine response, but I knew if I were in his shoes right now, I wouldn't be exactly the picture of confidence. My heart swelled a little more for Edward at that point.
"I like to think that I know my daughter, and I know she isn't much for... relationships," Charlie began, with a slight hitch at the last word. "So what did you do that has her all crazy for you? She doesn't greet even her closest friends that excitedly." I wanted to groan, knowing that he was thinking about Jacob. Not to mention the fact that the cogs turning in his mind must be thinking of all the reasons why I would be so attached to Edward... Could he have saved me from something? Was he some sort of celebrity? Did I lose my virginity to him? Psh, I wish. Too late for that now, Charlie.
Didn't my father believe in love? Why couldn't he see that that was my attachment to Edward? Maybe he did, and he was confused as to why I would love him... Uh, maybe because he was a god. But, regardless, I was curious as to how Edward would answer, without letting the cat out of the bag.
"I have no idea," Edward began. "I wonder that sometimes myself..." Then his voice lowered, and I struggled to hear from the kitchen. Stupidly, I found myself leaning towards the dining area, when I knew it wasn't going to be much help. I held my breath for however long that pause was. I was near suffocating when I finally heard Charlie sigh, almost dejectedly.
"Well, Edward, I guess that's what every father wants to hear," Charlie said. I let out a longer whoosh of air with his words. "But, you do know that I'll hunt you down if I find that you did anything to my daughter?"
Edward chuckled softly; I wasn't sure if it was out of nervousness or if he was really amused by what my father said. "Trust me, sir, I don't expect anything less. I'd like for you to go after me if that were the case."
"Good, good," Charlie said.
There was another silence, and I took it as my cue to finish up the last of the meal. After a quick check on the fish baking, I stepped out into the dining room.
"Have a good conversation?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but I was a sure nervous wreck on the inside. I hoped Charlie and Edward would get along, and that everything that just occurred was real. That would make my life so much easier. Charlie nodded as Edward said "of course."
I took a seat next to Edward, but I leaned into Charlie. "I sure hope you're not interrogating him too much, dad. You're chief of police and all, but he's done nothing wrong." I had to get it into Charlie's head that Edward was not a bad man, because I sure as heck knew he was going to think so soon.
My father leaned back into his chair, and then shook slightly with silent laughter. "Don't worry so much, Bella. I'm not writing him off just yet. It's not like I'm going to jail him for making my daughter happy. Besides, I haven't come across anything to worry about... yet." He winked at us, making me stiffen up. I heard Edward laugh, but I just couldn't help but take Charlie's response seriously. It was an all too real threat this coming conversation... He could very well really lock Edward up, with just a slip of his handcuffs!
We actually talked for a bit, and I saw that Charlie was actually warming up to Edward. It was obvious right from the start, but it was a lot easier to witness the easy conversation between the two of them. Although, it seemed more like Edward was the one gliding along with responses while Charlie went from subject to subject, asking the questions. Charlie was more sociable with Edward, a lot more than his usual reserved self. I liked to think it was because he was starting to see me as an adult, and that I could make my own decisions of men. It seemed that he genuinely liked Edward. I wanted to sigh out of relief; that would make the upcoming news much easier.
"I feel like I've met you before," Charlie suddenly began slowly. Both Edward and I froze. Then he shrugged, and it went away. "Then again, it's Forks, it's easy to run into anyone around here. I guess it's a good thing you haven't had to meet me." He chuckled, continuing easily, not even pausing for more than a beat for the next question, "What is it you do, again?"
"I'm an intern at a hospital in Seattle, sir," Edward said, the relief that he didn't have to deal with Charlie's catching on so soon evident on his face. If Charlie were to find out, Edward and I wanted to do it on our terms... That way, we knew we tried. Then, Edward took me by surprise by continuing. "I'm actually following my father's footsteps."
My head whipped over to him. What? He was already starting the conversation. My pulse was going at an alarming rate. Edward clung onto my hand reassuringly, but it didn't help much as I worked myself up to begin our confession.
"Your father?" Charlie asked, somewhat interestedly. I almost wanted him to not pursue the topic, but I knew it was getting to be that time. Now or never.
"Yes, my father actually works here at the hospital..." Edward said.
"Edward... Cullen..." Charlie said slowly, as if piecing things together. "You're Dr. Cullen's son?" Edward nodded. "I thought..."
"Dad, there's something we have to tell you..." I began. Charlie's jaw clenched, and I began to worry for Edward's safety. "Do you remember senior year? My AP Bio class?"
Charlie's eyes flashed with recognition to Edward, and he took him in, as if he was seeing with perfect vision now... as if someone told him Edward was the wolf out to capture Little Red Riding Hood, Lex Luthor, and Beelzebub himself all at once. "You! You were her teacher. You gave me your word that you have done nothing wrong! What kind of pervert are you to start a relationship with your own student?!" Charlie banged his fist against the table, making both Edward and I jump.
"Dad!" I tried to defuse him. I was horrified at his reaction; he was just accusing Edward for everything! I looked over to the accused, and while calm, the turmoil was visible on Edward's face. Charlie hit a soft spot. "Dad, it's nothing like that!"
"Oh?" Charlie turned to me, and I got the most direct look of his face now. I had never seen him like that; this was more emotion on his face than when I left him for college, more emotion than when I told him Jacob and I were trying out a relationship, more emotion than when I told him Jacob and I broke it off, more emotion than when I came to see him, more emotion than when I told him I loved him for the first time... This was anger. "Bells, he was your teacher. I don't expect you to have any sense in this because I know about that silly crush you had on him in school, but he should know better."
Anger started to flare up within me now. I raised my voice right back at him, "Are you saying that I can't think for my own self? That I don't know the difference?! Dad, that was years ago, and it's not as if we were together while I was in school! I can think for myself; I don't need you hovering over me."
For a brief moment, I saw a look of vulnerability cross Charlie's features, but it was soon overridden with that look of anger that had overcome his face just moments before. "But you don't seem to recognize the fact that he may be after one thing."
I was just about to explode on him and his insinuations, when Edward cut in for me. "I understand why you wouldn't want to believe what I said earlier when we obviously have been keeping this big part of our relationship from you, but if there's one thing you have to know, it's that that's not what I am getting out of this relationship. Bella is special to me, always has been, but we didn't act upon that until after we were reunited months ago. Please see it from our side." Instead, Charlie shook his head stubbornly.
"I can't allow this. You became involved with my daughter when you knew she was under your teaching, I don't even know what your true feelings are, or if your intentions are even honorable," Charlie practically growled. "I certainly can't trust your word, because you obviously lied to my face about this. She's much too--"
"Sir, I love her," Edward interrupted loudly. All three of us visibly stiffened.
There was a moment of silence.
...Did he say "love"? My heart raced double-time and tears welled up in my eyes; suddenly my emotions were running haywire, contrasted to my completely still body. Though my mouth hung open, I couldn't bring my voice to say anything. Charlie looked the same way I did, but I doubt it was for the same reasons.
Edward's head suddenly snapped at me, but his eyes avoided my gaze. "This... isn't how I wanted to tell you."
"You love me..." I whispered. A silly grin broke out on my face. I repeated, "You love me..."
He still avoided my gaze. "I didn't want to freak you out... Especially after everything these last couple days... But... I love you with all my being. You have become my life." His voice was full of apprehension and worry, but he had said that last part with so much conviction and passion, a fire erupted inside of me. I suddenly felt bold.
"Edward, look at me," I said softly, bringing my fingers up to follow his jaw while my other hand held onto his trembling fingers. Finally, I had a clear view of his jade green eyes. I said my next words as slowly as possible. "I love you too."
Soon, a smile as big as mine crept onto his face, and we probably looked like fools. We had every reason to look like fools after all. He loves me. Edward loves me. And I loved him. His trembling fingers wrapped around my own, and tenderly held it to his face. He brought his lips to my knuckles and started to kiss every individual one. We could've sat there for eternity, just staring at each other happily, that is, until a cough brought us out of our trance.
We had forgotten Charlie. My father sat across from us, with which could be described as a pained look on his face. He must have seen every bit of our movement with such clarity; he was eying us as if he was looking at us in a new light. I hoped this was for the better. I glanced at Edward who had a slight smile on his face. I looked again to Charlie, who actually moved. His shoulders now sagged, and he rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb.
"This is too much for an old man," I heard him mutter. He dragged his hand down his face to cover his eyes, then, he peeked at us through his fingers. "This better not be some sort of act."
"Dad, no," I pleaded with him. He was just so stubborn. "I love Edward. I love him with all my being."
I looked at Edward again, who was looking at me so happily. Love filled his features, and I wondered how on earth I had missed this before. How had I been so insecure about our feelings for each other? Glancing back at Charlie, I found my answer. The look on his face was one of such defeat and resignation. While I didn't want to revel in the our victory, I knew that it was going to be easier for Edward and I with Charlie now. More than anything, I wished to hear Charlie's thought process right now... But then again, maybe I don't.
Charlie squinted his eyes at Edward, who only stared back at him solemnly. "I love her more than I ever thought possible."
"You didn't love her in school, did you?" Charlie said stoically.
"No," was Edward's simple answer. I looked at him, and while I should have expected that answer, it still hurt almost. At that point, I was already head over heels for my teacher, but he probably only appreciated me as a student. While I know I affected him in some way, and left an affectionate mark on him, a part of me wished that he loved me even then. Charlie, however, was so obviously pleased with that answer. He leaned forward in his chair and looked at the two of us.
"I like you, Edward," Charlie said roughly. "But I'm not going to lie. If I hear that you've so much as harmed a hair on her head, I'll come to you faster than you could say 'oh shit.'" I winced at his choice of words. "And I'm going make your life hell. I'll make sure of it."
In the silence of the room, Edward's swallow alerted Charlie that he got all of that loud and clear. But he was collected as he said, "I understand that completely. I won't allow anything to happen."
"Good, good," Charlie said, now leaning back.
Thankfully, we were saved from any continuing accusations of Charlie when there was a playful knock on the door. That had to be Jacob, so I jumped up to get to the door, then I stopped. I didn't want to leave Charlie and Edward alone again, so I pulled Edward's hand to get him up as I saw my father slowly get up as well. We would all greet them. I swung the front door open, to see Jacob in the forefront, with Seth and Leah a little behind him at his sides, and Sue with Billy to the back of them. Immediately, Jake cried out my name and pulled me in a bear hug.
"Jake! You can let go now!" I laughed. "We just saw each other a few months ago!"
"Yeah, but hell of a lot of things happened since then!" Jacob said, sneaking a glance at Edward from behind me. "Which I know you're going to share with me."
I chuckled. "Of course, Jacob. Come in! Hey Seth, Leah." I hugged the siblings simultaneously, before turning to Billy and Sue to give them hugs. "Long time no see! Guys, this is my boyfriend Edward Cullen."
Leah gave him a short nod; she was always the distant type, and often times didn't welcome people right off the bat. Her brother Seth, on the other hand, greeted Edward warmly; he was the opposite of Leah in that he was easily likeable and approachable. Sue simply smiled and greeted Edward politely. Suddenly, I'd remembered when their father died, and Sue gave that same, polite look to most everyone. I felt a wave of pity for her, but she suddenly looked over to my father, and they shared a grin. I guess my pity was misplaced.
Finally, I looked over to Billy, who I noticed raised a questioning a brow at Edward. They nodded at each other, and I wondered if they knew each other. Jacob interrupted them and stuck out his hand to Edward. My love took it willingly, but he looked wary of Jacob, who was scrutinizing him. When they held each other's hand for a little too long, I sighed audibly, making them both turn to me and pull away from each other. Jake grinned sneakily as Edward went over to me to wrap an arm around my waist.
"Come on, let's go to the table," I mumbled to everyone.
Soon, we were all in the dining room area. Charlie sat in his chair, pulling his eyes off Edward and settled on Sue, who smiled back, but sheepishly looked away, to Edward and I. A smile lingered on her lips.
"Bella said your last name is Cullen?" Sue asked, tilting her head to the side. "Like Dr. Cullen at the hospital here?"
"That is correct," Edward nodded. "I'm his son."
Sue's furrow browed slightly. "Weren't you a teacher at Forks High?"
Charlie grunted, making me jump. Edward nodded calmly, but he glanced at Charlie, hesitant to say anything. Knowing my father, he was going to explode again if he had a chance to answer her. Edward would not answer because I knew he was being careful around Charlie still. I decided to answer for both of them, "That's... actually how we met. He was my teacher."
Sue looked at us as if we said we were vampires, then looked to Charlie, who was carefully looking away from everyone at the table with a slight frown on his face. From beside her, Leah was shaking her head in disbelief as Seth simply tried to stop his laughing. Of course, Jacob had actually guffawed.
"You were her teacher?" Jacob asked unbelievingly, turning to Edward. His face shifted from shock to recognition as he looked between Edward and me. "Oh my God, this is Mr. Cullen?!"
The moment blood hit my cheeks, Edward was holding my hand. He nodded at Jake, who could only gape at us. Then, his disbelief turned into a menacing smirk.
"All the trouble I had dealt with all because of you," Jacob muttered. He looked at Edward. "Hey, teach, did you know that Bella was tired with me for however many months because of you?"
"Jake!" I shrieked. That was not what I wanted said at the table, especially with Charlie barely making it by with the knowledge fresh in his mind.
"What?" Jake replied with that faux innocent expression on his face. "I'm only stating a fact. That is how it happened before Nessie came along."
I groaned, leaning into my hand. When I felt a reassuring hand on my shoulder, I looked up to Edward, who was simply giving me a calming smile before looking at everyone else at the table. Jacob gave me an apologetic grin, but still had that playful glint in his eye. He resembled Seth, who simply shaking his head at us, and Billy who politely smiled at the two of us. From Leah and Sue, Edward and I got the expected disbelief, which in all honesty, was a heck of a lot better than Charlie's earlier reaction. Right now, he was more subdued as he eyed us... and I realized he was eyeing us with acceptance.
Okay, maybe not acceptance, but he was allowing this. And that was all I asked of him for now.
"I guess let's eat?" I asked, hopefully to dispel the awkwardness of our whole situation.
And awkward was a hell of a lot better knowing that Edward loved me, and how long it took for us to get to this point...
Rating: MATURE
Pairings: Canon
Comments: This is a continuation of chapter 3, because LJ said my post was too large... which is so sad. Haha. This is the unedited version.
I'd like to note that I have quite a few cousins like Tanya, who aren't really my cousins, but close anyway. It'd be normal to date them, but I can see how off putting it would be given their title.
The scene at Edward's house was just so painful for me to write (I mean, it only goes in circles); I had THE WORST writer's block as I wrote it, and I'm still not pleased with it. This chapter was so much for me to write [I had to omit much of of what I had to finish; I cut this chapter short, because, honestly, half-way through writing the dinner scene with the Denali clan, I found it forced and slowing down my pace (as if this story wasn't going to slow enough)]. And I got inspired for some outtakes of this story. I'll probably post them after the final chapter.
Straight from the Textbooks
By ahhelga
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Chapter 3 Continuation
The rest of the night went along easily now that Edward and I knew for a fact that everything was going to be fine with the Cullens. Esme and Carlisle were very supportive of our relationship, obviously not seeing anything wrong as we explained that we had only recently started acting on any feelings we had for one another. Apparently they already knew a lot more than I thought they would have known about me through the other doctors at the hospital. Even before I had gotten together with Edward, they heard of the Swan girl, who would arrive at the emergency room every few months with a new injury. And apparently Edward had told them some about me a long time ago, while I was still in school. This brought a new wave of embarrassment, as I found out he bragged about me as a student, a time when I was taking in his lessons with such scrutiny that I aced every test. Carlisle eventually tried to persuade me into looking into the medical field.
I had to deny, of course, because the only reason why I did so well in that class was because I had Mr. Cullen as a teacher. Then again, if you were to go into medical science, he'd have to tutor you... and who knows at what lengths he'll go to tutor you now... Not to mention, if you work together... the possibilities... The thought brought a fresh wave of blood rush, but I attempted to cool myself; after all, it wouldn't be exactly prudent to get all worked up at the dinner table.
I truly enjoyed the company of Carlisle and Esme, and I was beginning to feel like I was part of their unit the more the night rolled around. Needless to say, dinner ended much later than originally intended. After I helped Esme clean up as Edward discussed some things with his father, we gathered around the parlor to listen to Edward play his piano again. The love radiating from his parents was obvious as they looked in on their son with pride, and recollection showing through their eyes.
I said my goodbyes as Edward got ready to take me to Charlie's. I blushed when Carlisle gave me a short hug, but went into flames when Esme engulfed me one as well, similar to the one she gave Edward earlier in the evening, making it a lot more personal - and tighter - than the one she gave me earlier.
I whispered a thank you in her ear, to which she gave a hearty laugh and reply, "Why, dear, I should thank you. You've brought this household so much happiness. Not to mention the fact that it gets a little quiet up here with just Carlisle and I. You should come down with Edward more often."
"I'll be making sure of that," Edward said, grasping me at the waist. "I'll be back in fifteen."
She nodded to Edward, and gave me another goodbye, and we were off in the car. There was a contented silence as we drove out of the peaceful road to the Cullen abode. I instructed him where to go from the main highway, where my nerves started to pick up again.
"What if he already knows?" I whispered. "What if he freaks out?"
"Well, we'll just have to see..." Edward paused, glancing at me. "Are we still going to keep to our plan of my meeting him during breakfast? Or would you like me to come down to meet him?"
"No, don't do that," I quickly replied. "I have to break him in. I know Charlie; he's going to give you a harsher interrogation if you come in tonight. And not to mention the fact that he'll freak out if he sees our goodbye kiss."
Edward smirked, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. Usually when we left each other, our kisses were rough and passionate, as if it was going to be the last one we would ever share with each other. I knew it would be more so this way tonight, because of the possibility that Charlie would disapprove - not that it would stop us from seeing each other. I loved Edward more than life itself to even think of stopping our relationship.
And I didn't want Edward to freak out if he found out about my strong feelings... which is why I still haven't told him my feelings.
When we reached the familiar sight of my house, I suddenly felt an urge to tell him. No - it was horrible timing. When Edward would see my father tomorrow, and finally realize that my family was nuts, he may want to leave me. I didn't want to give him the trouble of knowing that I was in love with him if he wanted to break us off. I glanced at him through my lashes, noticing the contemplative look on his face. He turned to me just as I was turning to him.
"Bella..." he started slowly. "I hope you know that no matter what happens tonight and tomorrow, I'll be here for you. I l-uh, I'll miss you."
I gave him the best encouraging smile I could muster up. "I know that, Edward. I'll try to warm him up tonight, so he's not too hard on you tomorrow. And," don't say it, Bella, "I'll miss you too..." We stopped in front of my house, and we turned to each other completely. I leaned in, "I'll be thinking about you a lot tonight."
His eyes widened, and his breath hitched. Then, he grabbed my shoulders and planted a firm kiss on my lips. While our lips stayed closed, it was one of the most intense kisses I had ever had. His powerful fingers gripped my shoulders harder, bringing me closer to him, just before one hand started to trace the curve of my back. It was awkward because of the gear shift pressing into my thigh, but I was so engrossed in the moment that I couldn't have cared less. We finally opened our mouths, letting each other's tongues massage. The electricity crackled in the air around us, and we clung to each other as if it was going to be the last time we'd see each other. It certainly felt like that to me... with having to face Charlie on the horizon.
Finally, with thoughts on Charlie, I slowly pulled back, and sighed. Edward had a dazed look, but he was also very aware of my expression.
"I suppose I should go in now..." I groaned. "Knowing my father, he's looking in on us, deciding whether he wants to use the shotgun or the pistol."
Edward let out a chuckle, and I could only wish that I had the same ability to laugh this off. I had to let go of him, and I immediately felt a loss. I picked up the handbag that Alice gave me - the only thing I brought since I had all I'd need at Charlie's - and gave Edward a grimace of a smile, one that I knew conveyed how much I was not going to enjoy being apart from him. On impulse, I went back in the car to give him a quick, hard kiss before I ran to the porch of the home. I didn't even have to stop before the front door flung I open.
I was met with Charlie's rather disconcerting blank expression. He gave Edward's silver Volvo a lingering look and raised his brow. When Edward started to pull away, Charlie visibly relaxed. I almost had to laugh; it was so ridiculous. He caught sight of my grin and gave me a small smile back.
"Hi, dad," I said.
"Hey, Bells," Charlie said. "How have you been?" He seemed to be avoiding the subject that had just driven away. Usually, that would've been okay with me, but I had to ease into Charlie accepting Edward.
"I've been good, but you know that," I started. "You should know how well I've been, especially with Edward around. He's been helping me with my studies, since he's had experience with teaching. And of course, I've just been so happy with him..."
I hoped I wasn't pushing it. I anxiously took in Charlie's response. He merely made a noise of acknowledgement, and closed the door behind him. I don't even think he caught my slight hinting, but it could've just been that he didn't want to even think about the fact that I had a boyfriend just yet. Ignorance was key with Charlie, after all. I heard him shuffling around behind me, so I took it as my cue to take in my surroundings. Now I had gotten a good look at the house; everything was exactly the same as last year, as I had thought. Did he do anything other than fish the past year? It made me even sadder to remember that I hadn't seen him since last Christmas.
"I've missed you," Charlie said unexpectedly. My head whipped over to him, shocked at what he had just said. I felt a pang of regret and sadness, as his words correllated with my own thoughts.
"I missed you too..." I replied, not used to expressing emotions so freely with Charlie, but I welcomed it.
"How are you, you know, other than with - Edward?" Charlie's pause right before his name was blatant, but at least he was trying.
I couldn't imagine an answer to that question. Edward was a fixture in every aspect of my life now... I couldn't even fathom to think what he wouldn't be part of, so I came up with the best answer as I could, and that was with avoidance. "Great, really. So has Alice. She found someone, actually. His name's Jasper."
I noticed him wince almost imperceptively, and I regretted my words. I guess that wasn't the best choice of what to say. However, there was no way to avoid it - I had a boyfriend, and he was everything in my life. As much as I hated how that sounded - or how that would sound to Charlie - since it was very reminiscent of the clingy type of teenager that I tried to avoid in high school, I knew it was true. And at some point, Charlie was going to have to accept it. He might as well get used to it now.
"So, Edward will be coming tomorrow morning for brunch at around... 10 AM," I started. The brunch was a good place to start planting the idea, I hoped. "You don't have to worry about anything; I'll be the one to cook and get prepared. Unless you want to be the one to cook the fish?"
Charlie looked stiff, but he shook his head, almost too casually. "That's fine, Bella. You know how much more I prefer your cooking. I'm pretty sure you'll do a better job anyway."
The rest of the night was spent with reading in silence - my tattered Sense and Sensibility and his newspaper - and Charlie updating me on the lives of my friends down in La Push. I learned that Sam and Emily were expecting. Jared apparently reconnected with his old classmate, Kim, and they eloped. They still haven't found out Embry's father's identity. Billy was fine. Sue Clearwater, whose husband died just before I left for college I instantly remembered, had apparently started to come over to take the extra fish Charlie had, to which my father looked everywhere but my eyes, curiously enough.
However, what caught my attention the most was that Quil had recently got with a girl named Claire... who was sixteen-years-old. Apparently, just a month shy of seventeen, but she was still "jailbait" as Charlie so uncharacteristically put it. I took in Charlie's reaction carefully, wondering how he'd take this, almost like a warm up to the news about Edward and I. It was hard to tell; he was so neutral when he was telling the story of how it came to be, and how the two of them are so carefully watched now, so that they don't do anything stupid while she is still so young. Other than the obvious discomfort of thinking of them ever being sexual, Charlie didn't show much, disappointingly. Now I wasn't even sure if he knew Edward's age. I know I had mentioned it in passing, but either he didn't hear me, or he was still playing ignorant. Maybe that was what he was doing with Quil and Claire. I don't understand how this story passed me; I had seen Jacob and Nessie earlier in the year, and they didn't mention any of this.
After sharing the events of the past year, it was getting late, and silence fell upon us again. We both took it as our cues to start getting ready for bed, so after our good nights, I dumped my bag in my old room, and I went to shower. I made sure to thoroughly clean myself and shave as close as possible. Edward kept me preoccupied in my last shower, so I couldn't get to doing all the normal showering activities. I trembled as I thought of him, but then my body seemed to sag as I thought of him not being with me tonight. I pitied myself; I couldn't even go one day without him.
I tried to ignore that fact as I changed into a thermal shirt and some old shorts. They weren't Edward's shirt or boxers, but they worked just as well, I supposed. I climbed into my covers, welcoming the familiar comfort of my old bed. However, it didn't seem to be enough for sleep, because I tossed and turned. It was as if my body knew Edward wasn't here with me tonight...
Then, right on cue, I felt the heard my phone vibrate from the side table. I picked it up, and read my new text message, from Edward, asking if I was still awake. I immediately messaged him back, saying that I was. His response was instant, and was only of two words: "I'm calling." I braced myself when I felt my phone vibrate in my hand, and I pressed "Talk."
"Hello?" I whispered, though I knew exactly who it was.
"Bella," he breathed. I let out a breath of air when I heard his voice. It felt like forever that I had, though I knew I had gone times much longer without hearing his voice. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait till tomorrow's brunch..."
"I understand, Edward," I smiled. "I felt the same way... If you hadn't had called, I would've probably called you first thing waking up."
He laughed. "Well, we just can't seem to get enough of each other." My breath hitched. He was closer to the truth than he realized. He mused, "You know, this will be the first time we're not sleeping with each other in weeks."
"You're right," I laughed into the phone. Still, my laughter didn't hide my despaired tone. He must know how much I missed him, even if only for the night.
"Bella, don't worry, we'll see each other in the morning," he said, and I could practically hear his comforting smile. "But in the meantime, we can continue talking..."
"Yeah, like this is any substitution," I rolled my eyes at his comment. "While I absolutely love your voice, and get positively turned on by it, talking in hushed tones to not wake up Charlie isn't exactly what I'd call ideal."
"Well, I think it reminds me of my teenage years," he laughed. "And did you just say my voice turns you on?"
"Oh, shut up, Edward," I grinned. "You already knew that."
"Well maybe I'd like to be reminded how I can get you off..." his voice became huskier. "I'm glad I turn you on, without even having to be there..."
My breath hitched, and I struggled to say, "Well... now I think you're just getting cocky, Edward."
"I don't know about that, Bella, 'cause it's true." I could almost hear his smirk. "I'm sure if I told you what I'd want to do to you if I were there, you'd be positively dripping wet by the time I'm done."
Oh Lord. This is where this turned to? I couldn't respond.
"And what's more? If I were to tell you what I'm doing to myself thinking about you dripping wet, I think you'd be panting..." I let out a shudder. "Ah... already you're panting. Would you like me to continue, Bella?"
"I..." Don't know. "Yes."
He hummed. "Just what I wanted to hear, Bella. You don't have to say anything; I just want to tell you what I'm going to do to you when we're together."
"And... and what would that be?" I clutched onto the phone with my life.
His voice took up a new deepness that went straight to panties. "If I were in your room, I'd be laying right beside you, stroking your whole side profile. My light touches would move from your side to trace your front from hip to hip, just above the fleshy patch of skin above that area that makes me writhe with downright lust..." I was writhing with downright lust. "Then my other arm would snake under your neck to caress your breasts from the front. All while I'm flicking your nipples, I'll be nipping at your neck... And you'd moan..."
"Edward..." I breathed.
"Just like that..." I heard him take in a shuddering breath. "And slowly, my fingers at your hips will move downward, right under waistband of your bottoms. And I'll be licking the length of your neck and I'll be teasing the peaks of those beautiful breasts of yours, and you'll be in such sensory overload that when my fingers finally reach your clit, it'll be too much for you... You'll be squirming, but I'll still be going. And oh God, how wet you'll be..."
At this point, my own hand found its way into my shorts, teasing my current wetness. It seemed to be begging for attention, but, like Edward's envisaging I only teased myself. Desperate to have some sort of connection to him, I imagined it was Edward's fingers, and a loud moan vibrated through the room, which I only barely registered as my own moan. I heard him moan as well on his side, which only fueled the fire burning in my crotch.
"Bella, you gotta remember to be quiet," he, almost tenderly, said. "Charlie's in the other room, and you wouldn't want to wake him up, right? I love the sounds you make, but I don't want us to stop just yet..."
"Mmhm..." I acknowledged. I couldn't form any words, since my fingers were still working lightly at my bundle of nerves.
"But if I were there, I'd make sure we didn't stop..." He groaned, and I wondered in the back of my mind if he was doing the same thing I was. "Even though I'd plunge my fingers into your dripping folds," and I pushed in a finger, "you'd be begging for more from me. I'd be too slow for you, so you'd try to push down onto my fingers. Then, I'd curl my fingers to that spot that you love so much... and you'll release yourself into my hands..."
"Oh God, Edward," I moaned softly. I was working myself harder now.
"You'd be coming down your high, but you see, I wouldn't be done yet, my Bella." I sucked in a breath at this. I was starting to feel that fire in the pit of my stomach rise. "Even if we're laying on our sides, I'd swiftly bring down our pants to slide in you easily. I'd take you by such surprise you'd let out a yelp, and I'd have to cover your mouth with the hand I was using to massage your breast."
I bit my lip, not allowing my groan from coming out, but his name still tried to escape my lips, making a sort of whimpering sound. I was starting to get close.
"What was that, Bella?" He sounded breathless, and it came out strained. I was glad I wasn't the only one suffering from not being close to each other.
"I... I wish you were in me, Edward," I breathed.
He groaned loudly. "God, if I were there, Bella, I'd be pumping in you so hard..." Yes. "All while you turn your neck around so that we can ravish each other..." Yes! "And fuck, in our laid position, we'd cum together instantly." Yes! My orgasm ripped through me let out another strained moan. I heard him grunt and softly say my name on the other end, alerting me of his own release. The sounds of my panting reverberated through the room, while his own breathless gasps were coming clear in my ear.
"Edward... that was..." I started to say as I caught my breath. "Amazing... We've... never done anything on the phone before..."
"To tell the truth, I'd prefer to be there still," he said just as breathlessly as I. "Bella, I just... want make you feel good..."
If my face wasn't flushed, it certainly was by this point. He just knew exactly what to say. If anyone told me that Edward was so great in bed that he could get you off even on the phone while I was still his student, I... well, I would've believed them. But having first hand experience with it put a whole new perspective that made me... possessive. I knew what he meant by wanting to make me feel good, because all I wanted was him to feel good too... only, I wanted to be the doing it all. I wanted to be the replacement of his hand. I wanted to be there for every need of his. I yawned amidst my thinking.
"Bella, I guess I should let you sleep now, then?" he said.
"I... I guess so," I replied, sleepiness creeping up on me now. "This is good night then..."
"Yeah... this is good night..." his voice trailed off, as if he wanted to continue, however he abruptly ended, "Sweet dreams, Bella. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Mmhm..." I said, having the urge to tell him all my feelings once again, right then and there. But I settled on, "Tomorrow, Edward..."
It took us several more moments before we could hang up, but we finally got around to it. Soon, I was sleeping easily, with Edward in every bit of my dreams.
When I awoke early next morning, the area between my legs was still raw from the night before, but I revelled in the lingering wetness. If Edward were here, he would be reaping the benefits of my morning wetness, as I would with his morning wood. However, I knew I had to stop myself before working myself up again; it was ridiculous how much I had to make an actual effort to do so. I have just one taste of Edward, and I can't get enough.
I simply distracted myself getting myself ready, changing, tidying up, before going downstairs. Charlie was already up and about, rearranging little things, as if he didn't know what to do. This time of day I knew he was already working busily, or not so busily in this sleepy town, at the Forks PD. He must have been so bored without work; I wondered what he would do when he was retired... Probably fish all day, or something. The last couple of days were filled with realizations about Charlie, and this was yet another one to add to the bunch. I knew that I'd have to come back often from now on. Hopefully Edward will make it through the day in one piece so that I could come back to Forks with him when he comes to visit his parents. Thinking of Edward reminded me of trying to wear down Charlie.
"Morning, dad!" I said, knowing it was a little too cheerful to the both of our ears. I'd hoped he didn't read into it too much. I greeted him a happy Thanksgiving in a more lowkey tone to hopefully balance it out.
"G'morning, Bells, happy Thanksgiving to you too," he said, turning around to me after putting back one of his rifles on the rack.
"You ready for Thanksgiving brunch excitement?" I asked tentively.
I saw him glance over to me, and then focused his sight back on his rifle. "Yeah, sure, sure," he said. He must've picked that up from Jacob. "You know how much I like your cooking."
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. Of course he would avoid the subject of Edward. But, I supposed this was working so far. He wasn't too visibly against the idea of a boyfriend. The phone suddenly rang, and Charlie went up to pick it up. I took the time to greet my mom happy Thanksgiving, and from the sounds of Phil's loud family on the other side, I cut our conversation short. I glanced over to Charlie, who was still on the phone, but his ears were red now, and I wondered what was going on. Since he was still on the phone, I text-messaged Edward his holiday greeetings as well, receiving a similar response not long after.
Finally, Charlie came back to sit with me at the dinner table. I saw that his ears were still red. I had to pry. "So, what's up?"
"Actually, you'll have to make brunch for five more..." Charlie broke the news sheepishly.
"Wow, that's a hefty load of people there, Charlie," I said incredulously, too taken aback to not call him Charlie to his face. "What's going on?"
"Sue's coming over, with Seth and Leah," Charlie began. "And Billy and Jacob are going to take them up here... Wouldn't it be nice to get together with your old friends again, Bells?" The way he worded it sounded as if he wanted Jacob and I to get back together again. What he didn't seem to remember was Jacob's happy engagement to Nessie and my own relationship with Edward. I ignored Charlie's insinuations.
"Yeah, it's been a while since I've seen them..." Then, I thought of Edward and Jacob in the same room, and I suddenly stopped. Edward... and Jacob... in the same room... Even though I knew Edward and I made up after the whole Jacob misunderstanding, he always felt tensed whenever that subject came up. I don't even know why it was particularly Jacob. I had gone on other dates, I had some minor relationships, there were others. Yet, Edward still thought of Jacob as though he were still a threat to my feelings. I didn't know Edward to be so insecure about us.
"Uhh, what time did you say they were coming?" I asked tentatively.
Charlie chuckled. "I didn't, but they're coming at around 11."
Good, that still gave Edward time to break down Charlie an hour before. With that thought, I was reminded to start cooking. I excused myself to the kitchen from the dining room, where Charlie took out his rifle again, probably to start cleaning it. Was this some sort of reassurance to himself that he could take on any young man? I mentally sighed, whipping out the fish from the fridge. Since I already knew what I was making - something familiar and simple enough from the many times I had to cook for Charlie, yet good enough for this crowd of people - I allowed myself to get lost in the preparing. At around nine-forty-five in the morning, while the fish was baking, there was a knock.
I dropped everything I was doing, and hurried over to the front door, just before Charlie could get to it. I swung it open, revealing my Edward in all his beauty. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief after saying his name. I took a step forward to him, with every intention of embracing him in a lip-lock. However, he took a miniscule step back, and only hugged me briefly, pressing his lips to my hair, before locking eyes with my father. There was nothing more I wanted than my father to have been in another room when I greeted Edward.
"Hello, Chief Swan," Edward said cordially as he stuck out his hand. "It's good to finally meet you."
"Edward," my father said gruffly. "Heard quite a bit about you."
Edward grinned over to me. "I would ask if it's all good. But knowing Bella, she might have been spilling every skeleton in the closet."
I excitedly noticed Charlie's mouth twitch, and I looked over to Edward to see if he caught that as well. Edward's grin widened almost imperceptively, but I saw it. Charlie nodded, and said, "Well, if she were telling me all the bad stuff, then you might as well be a saint."
I was immediately taken aback. Did Charlie honestly say that? It wasn't what he said that had me so shocked, but the joking tone Charlie took up. He even let Edward know that he hadn't heard anything bad about him. Of course, what he said about skeletons in the closet probably didn't go amiss, but that was to be expected; Charlie was taking everything Edward was saying by the grain. And, if anything, it was probably that little comment Edward made that made Charlie ease up, if only slightly.
Then again, we still had to get to the worst of it.
I led Charlie and Edward into the dining room, and made my way to the kitchen to finish preparing the brunch. I was wary of doing this, since I was afraid of what would happen if I left Charlie and Edward together, but I had no choice, so I listened in closely as I went around the kitchen. I could tell that Charlie had sat in the chair he usually occupied, while I heard that Edward noisily climbed in the chair across from it, the only plastic one at the whole table.
"So what'd you do?" Charlie roughly asked suddenly, taking both Edward and I off guard... Well, maybe not Edward, because he was probably more prepared for this conversation than I was. I hoped.
"Excuse me, sir?" Edward's voice was a perfect blend of polite confusion and innocence. I was floored at his skills. Of course, it could have very well been his genuine response, but I knew if I were in his shoes right now, I wouldn't be exactly the picture of confidence. My heart swelled a little more for Edward at that point.
"I like to think that I know my daughter, and I know she isn't much for... relationships," Charlie began, with a slight hitch at the last word. "So what did you do that has her all crazy for you? She doesn't greet even her closest friends that excitedly." I wanted to groan, knowing that he was thinking about Jacob. Not to mention the fact that the cogs turning in his mind must be thinking of all the reasons why I would be so attached to Edward... Could he have saved me from something? Was he some sort of celebrity? Did I lose my virginity to him? Psh, I wish. Too late for that now, Charlie.
Didn't my father believe in love? Why couldn't he see that that was my attachment to Edward? Maybe he did, and he was confused as to why I would love him... Uh, maybe because he was a god. But, regardless, I was curious as to how Edward would answer, without letting the cat out of the bag.
"I have no idea," Edward began. "I wonder that sometimes myself..." Then his voice lowered, and I struggled to hear from the kitchen. Stupidly, I found myself leaning towards the dining area, when I knew it wasn't going to be much help. I held my breath for however long that pause was. I was near suffocating when I finally heard Charlie sigh, almost dejectedly.
"Well, Edward, I guess that's what every father wants to hear," Charlie said. I let out a longer whoosh of air with his words. "But, you do know that I'll hunt you down if I find that you did anything to my daughter?"
Edward chuckled softly; I wasn't sure if it was out of nervousness or if he was really amused by what my father said. "Trust me, sir, I don't expect anything less. I'd like for you to go after me if that were the case."
"Good, good," Charlie said.
There was another silence, and I took it as my cue to finish up the last of the meal. After a quick check on the fish baking, I stepped out into the dining room.
"Have a good conversation?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but I was a sure nervous wreck on the inside. I hoped Charlie and Edward would get along, and that everything that just occurred was real. That would make my life so much easier. Charlie nodded as Edward said "of course."
I took a seat next to Edward, but I leaned into Charlie. "I sure hope you're not interrogating him too much, dad. You're chief of police and all, but he's done nothing wrong." I had to get it into Charlie's head that Edward was not a bad man, because I sure as heck knew he was going to think so soon.
My father leaned back into his chair, and then shook slightly with silent laughter. "Don't worry so much, Bella. I'm not writing him off just yet. It's not like I'm going to jail him for making my daughter happy. Besides, I haven't come across anything to worry about... yet." He winked at us, making me stiffen up. I heard Edward laugh, but I just couldn't help but take Charlie's response seriously. It was an all too real threat this coming conversation... He could very well really lock Edward up, with just a slip of his handcuffs!
We actually talked for a bit, and I saw that Charlie was actually warming up to Edward. It was obvious right from the start, but it was a lot easier to witness the easy conversation between the two of them. Although, it seemed more like Edward was the one gliding along with responses while Charlie went from subject to subject, asking the questions. Charlie was more sociable with Edward, a lot more than his usual reserved self. I liked to think it was because he was starting to see me as an adult, and that I could make my own decisions of men. It seemed that he genuinely liked Edward. I wanted to sigh out of relief; that would make the upcoming news much easier.
"I feel like I've met you before," Charlie suddenly began slowly. Both Edward and I froze. Then he shrugged, and it went away. "Then again, it's Forks, it's easy to run into anyone around here. I guess it's a good thing you haven't had to meet me." He chuckled, continuing easily, not even pausing for more than a beat for the next question, "What is it you do, again?"
"I'm an intern at a hospital in Seattle, sir," Edward said, the relief that he didn't have to deal with Charlie's catching on so soon evident on his face. If Charlie were to find out, Edward and I wanted to do it on our terms... That way, we knew we tried. Then, Edward took me by surprise by continuing. "I'm actually following my father's footsteps."
My head whipped over to him. What? He was already starting the conversation. My pulse was going at an alarming rate. Edward clung onto my hand reassuringly, but it didn't help much as I worked myself up to begin our confession.
"Your father?" Charlie asked, somewhat interestedly. I almost wanted him to not pursue the topic, but I knew it was getting to be that time. Now or never.
"Yes, my father actually works here at the hospital..." Edward said.
"Edward... Cullen..." Charlie said slowly, as if piecing things together. "You're Dr. Cullen's son?" Edward nodded. "I thought..."
"Dad, there's something we have to tell you..." I began. Charlie's jaw clenched, and I began to worry for Edward's safety. "Do you remember senior year? My AP Bio class?"
Charlie's eyes flashed with recognition to Edward, and he took him in, as if he was seeing with perfect vision now... as if someone told him Edward was the wolf out to capture Little Red Riding Hood, Lex Luthor, and Beelzebub himself all at once. "You! You were her teacher. You gave me your word that you have done nothing wrong! What kind of pervert are you to start a relationship with your own student?!" Charlie banged his fist against the table, making both Edward and I jump.
"Dad!" I tried to defuse him. I was horrified at his reaction; he was just accusing Edward for everything! I looked over to the accused, and while calm, the turmoil was visible on Edward's face. Charlie hit a soft spot. "Dad, it's nothing like that!"
"Oh?" Charlie turned to me, and I got the most direct look of his face now. I had never seen him like that; this was more emotion on his face than when I left him for college, more emotion than when I told him Jacob and I were trying out a relationship, more emotion than when I told him Jacob and I broke it off, more emotion than when I came to see him, more emotion than when I told him I loved him for the first time... This was anger. "Bells, he was your teacher. I don't expect you to have any sense in this because I know about that silly crush you had on him in school, but he should know better."
Anger started to flare up within me now. I raised my voice right back at him, "Are you saying that I can't think for my own self? That I don't know the difference?! Dad, that was years ago, and it's not as if we were together while I was in school! I can think for myself; I don't need you hovering over me."
For a brief moment, I saw a look of vulnerability cross Charlie's features, but it was soon overridden with that look of anger that had overcome his face just moments before. "But you don't seem to recognize the fact that he may be after one thing."
I was just about to explode on him and his insinuations, when Edward cut in for me. "I understand why you wouldn't want to believe what I said earlier when we obviously have been keeping this big part of our relationship from you, but if there's one thing you have to know, it's that that's not what I am getting out of this relationship. Bella is special to me, always has been, but we didn't act upon that until after we were reunited months ago. Please see it from our side." Instead, Charlie shook his head stubbornly.
"I can't allow this. You became involved with my daughter when you knew she was under your teaching, I don't even know what your true feelings are, or if your intentions are even honorable," Charlie practically growled. "I certainly can't trust your word, because you obviously lied to my face about this. She's much too--"
"Sir, I love her," Edward interrupted loudly. All three of us visibly stiffened.
There was a moment of silence.
...Did he say "love"? My heart raced double-time and tears welled up in my eyes; suddenly my emotions were running haywire, contrasted to my completely still body. Though my mouth hung open, I couldn't bring my voice to say anything. Charlie looked the same way I did, but I doubt it was for the same reasons.
Edward's head suddenly snapped at me, but his eyes avoided my gaze. "This... isn't how I wanted to tell you."
"You love me..." I whispered. A silly grin broke out on my face. I repeated, "You love me..."
He still avoided my gaze. "I didn't want to freak you out... Especially after everything these last couple days... But... I love you with all my being. You have become my life." His voice was full of apprehension and worry, but he had said that last part with so much conviction and passion, a fire erupted inside of me. I suddenly felt bold.
"Edward, look at me," I said softly, bringing my fingers up to follow his jaw while my other hand held onto his trembling fingers. Finally, I had a clear view of his jade green eyes. I said my next words as slowly as possible. "I love you too."
Soon, a smile as big as mine crept onto his face, and we probably looked like fools. We had every reason to look like fools after all. He loves me. Edward loves me. And I loved him. His trembling fingers wrapped around my own, and tenderly held it to his face. He brought his lips to my knuckles and started to kiss every individual one. We could've sat there for eternity, just staring at each other happily, that is, until a cough brought us out of our trance.
We had forgotten Charlie. My father sat across from us, with which could be described as a pained look on his face. He must have seen every bit of our movement with such clarity; he was eying us as if he was looking at us in a new light. I hoped this was for the better. I glanced at Edward who had a slight smile on his face. I looked again to Charlie, who actually moved. His shoulders now sagged, and he rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb.
"This is too much for an old man," I heard him mutter. He dragged his hand down his face to cover his eyes, then, he peeked at us through his fingers. "This better not be some sort of act."
"Dad, no," I pleaded with him. He was just so stubborn. "I love Edward. I love him with all my being."
I looked at Edward again, who was looking at me so happily. Love filled his features, and I wondered how on earth I had missed this before. How had I been so insecure about our feelings for each other? Glancing back at Charlie, I found my answer. The look on his face was one of such defeat and resignation. While I didn't want to revel in the our victory, I knew that it was going to be easier for Edward and I with Charlie now. More than anything, I wished to hear Charlie's thought process right now... But then again, maybe I don't.
Charlie squinted his eyes at Edward, who only stared back at him solemnly. "I love her more than I ever thought possible."
"You didn't love her in school, did you?" Charlie said stoically.
"No," was Edward's simple answer. I looked at him, and while I should have expected that answer, it still hurt almost. At that point, I was already head over heels for my teacher, but he probably only appreciated me as a student. While I know I affected him in some way, and left an affectionate mark on him, a part of me wished that he loved me even then. Charlie, however, was so obviously pleased with that answer. He leaned forward in his chair and looked at the two of us.
"I like you, Edward," Charlie said roughly. "But I'm not going to lie. If I hear that you've so much as harmed a hair on her head, I'll come to you faster than you could say 'oh shit.'" I winced at his choice of words. "And I'm going make your life hell. I'll make sure of it."
In the silence of the room, Edward's swallow alerted Charlie that he got all of that loud and clear. But he was collected as he said, "I understand that completely. I won't allow anything to happen."
"Good, good," Charlie said, now leaning back.
Thankfully, we were saved from any continuing accusations of Charlie when there was a playful knock on the door. That had to be Jacob, so I jumped up to get to the door, then I stopped. I didn't want to leave Charlie and Edward alone again, so I pulled Edward's hand to get him up as I saw my father slowly get up as well. We would all greet them. I swung the front door open, to see Jacob in the forefront, with Seth and Leah a little behind him at his sides, and Sue with Billy to the back of them. Immediately, Jake cried out my name and pulled me in a bear hug.
"Jake! You can let go now!" I laughed. "We just saw each other a few months ago!"
"Yeah, but hell of a lot of things happened since then!" Jacob said, sneaking a glance at Edward from behind me. "Which I know you're going to share with me."
I chuckled. "Of course, Jacob. Come in! Hey Seth, Leah." I hugged the siblings simultaneously, before turning to Billy and Sue to give them hugs. "Long time no see! Guys, this is my boyfriend Edward Cullen."
Leah gave him a short nod; she was always the distant type, and often times didn't welcome people right off the bat. Her brother Seth, on the other hand, greeted Edward warmly; he was the opposite of Leah in that he was easily likeable and approachable. Sue simply smiled and greeted Edward politely. Suddenly, I'd remembered when their father died, and Sue gave that same, polite look to most everyone. I felt a wave of pity for her, but she suddenly looked over to my father, and they shared a grin. I guess my pity was misplaced.
Finally, I looked over to Billy, who I noticed raised a questioning a brow at Edward. They nodded at each other, and I wondered if they knew each other. Jacob interrupted them and stuck out his hand to Edward. My love took it willingly, but he looked wary of Jacob, who was scrutinizing him. When they held each other's hand for a little too long, I sighed audibly, making them both turn to me and pull away from each other. Jake grinned sneakily as Edward went over to me to wrap an arm around my waist.
"Come on, let's go to the table," I mumbled to everyone.
Soon, we were all in the dining room area. Charlie sat in his chair, pulling his eyes off Edward and settled on Sue, who smiled back, but sheepishly looked away, to Edward and I. A smile lingered on her lips.
"Bella said your last name is Cullen?" Sue asked, tilting her head to the side. "Like Dr. Cullen at the hospital here?"
"That is correct," Edward nodded. "I'm his son."
Sue's furrow browed slightly. "Weren't you a teacher at Forks High?"
Charlie grunted, making me jump. Edward nodded calmly, but he glanced at Charlie, hesitant to say anything. Knowing my father, he was going to explode again if he had a chance to answer her. Edward would not answer because I knew he was being careful around Charlie still. I decided to answer for both of them, "That's... actually how we met. He was my teacher."
Sue looked at us as if we said we were vampires, then looked to Charlie, who was carefully looking away from everyone at the table with a slight frown on his face. From beside her, Leah was shaking her head in disbelief as Seth simply tried to stop his laughing. Of course, Jacob had actually guffawed.
"You were her teacher?" Jacob asked unbelievingly, turning to Edward. His face shifted from shock to recognition as he looked between Edward and me. "Oh my God, this is Mr. Cullen?!"
The moment blood hit my cheeks, Edward was holding my hand. He nodded at Jake, who could only gape at us. Then, his disbelief turned into a menacing smirk.
"All the trouble I had dealt with all because of you," Jacob muttered. He looked at Edward. "Hey, teach, did you know that Bella was tired with me for however many months because of you?"
"Jake!" I shrieked. That was not what I wanted said at the table, especially with Charlie barely making it by with the knowledge fresh in his mind.
"What?" Jake replied with that faux innocent expression on his face. "I'm only stating a fact. That is how it happened before Nessie came along."
I groaned, leaning into my hand. When I felt a reassuring hand on my shoulder, I looked up to Edward, who was simply giving me a calming smile before looking at everyone else at the table. Jacob gave me an apologetic grin, but still had that playful glint in his eye. He resembled Seth, who simply shaking his head at us, and Billy who politely smiled at the two of us. From Leah and Sue, Edward and I got the expected disbelief, which in all honesty, was a heck of a lot better than Charlie's earlier reaction. Right now, he was more subdued as he eyed us... and I realized he was eyeing us with acceptance.
Okay, maybe not acceptance, but he was allowing this. And that was all I asked of him for now.
"I guess let's eat?" I asked, hopefully to dispel the awkwardness of our whole situation.
And awkward was a hell of a lot better knowing that Edward loved me, and how long it took for us to get to this point...