Since You Been Gone: Chapter 2: The First Time
Story Title: Since You Been Gone
Genre: Twilight - Angst/Romance
Rating: MA/NC-17
Details: AH, OOC, Lemons
Summary: Victoria is on the look for revenge. She had lost her true love. Edward has to protect the city of Seattle and the ones he loves: Bella, Nessie and his family. Could he save them from Victoria's revenge?..
A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews and the private messages they mean a lot to me. Thanks to Krys for her amazing beta work for this chapter and to my BFF Nyvia. Here this fic earns the M rating. Look for the A/N at the end. Enjoy…
Disclaimer: Everything related to the Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just having fun with the characters.
Chapter 2: The First Time
I spent more and more time with James, going out with him whenever I got the chance while trying desperately to avoid formally introducing him to my parents. A part of me was sure that money would play a huge factor if we were to formalize our relationship, that’s all my parents cared about after all. They had always been wary of any suitors that came calling for me, very afraid that they were after my family's money and nothing else. The thought had crossed my mind when I had met James but whenever I looked into his eyes, the thought would fly out of my head, as if it never existed.
There was a time when I questioned James intentions with me though. We were in line waiting to get tickets to see a movie when he received a rather in interesting; yet disturbing phone call. The first thing that went through my mind was that maybe James was married and his wife had found out about me. After all he was very hesitant when it came to sharing information about himself. James tried to be quiet with his conversation, mumbling words to the person on the other line. I was shocked because it sounded like the person could actually understand what he was saying.
"Don't worry, that's already resolved," he said into the phone, ending the conversation without a formal goodbye. The phone shut with a loud snap and James shoved it into the pocket of his jeans.
I stared at him, confused about the tone he had used and what could possibly be going on to put him on edge. He must have realized this by the look in my eyes.
"You're married aren't you? That's why you never share anything about yourself with me. I knew it. I knew you were too good to be true. You have a wife, two kids and a dog somewhere in the States and you're just using this island as a getaway," I accused him. I could feel my heart breaking as I spoke every word.
He was silent for a second, looking at me curious eyes and then suddenly burst out laughing. "What ever gave you that idea Victoria? I have never been married. I'm pretty sure I have no children. And I definitely do not have a dog. There's nothing to worry about." He smiled at me as his laughter died, but soon his face took on a very serious look. I could tell he wanted to say something but he didn't know how to get it out. After what seemed like an eternity of hesitation he continued. "I do have a problem though--a business problem. It’s something I need to take care of right away. We'll have to do this some other time if you don't mind. I'll take you back to the hotel."
I nodded my head at him, a bit curious as to why he was acting this way, but I didn't question him about it. James drove me back to the hotel, tense the entire time. When we were in front of the lobby, he reached behind himself to help me off the bike. He removed his helmet and gently kissed my cheek while promising to call me as soon as he could.
As I watched him drive off I let myself become a victim of my emotions. I knew he was hiding something from me but I didn't know what it was and I had lacked the courage to ask him when I had the chance. A number of horrible situations passed through my mind before I finally felt tears running down my face. I didn't know what to think anymore since he had always left me in the dark. I could only hope that he would continue to only be mine, as I had given him my whole heart already.
***
I didn't hear from James for a number of days after the incident at the movie theater. The possibilities of what could have happened and where he could possibly be began to flood my mind again after I tried to keep them at bay. I felt myself becoming desperate and longed to call him even though I couldn't. It wasn't until the day after we parted that I realized I didn't have his number. I constantly asked myself how I could be so stupid.
On the fourth day after he disappeared James finally called me. I was out lying on the beach with my mother when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number but decided to pick up anyways, hoping it was James on the other side. The smile I had on my face when I heard his voice was so big it hurt.
"Victoria? Hey, babe, I'm so sorry about the other night. I had to leave town to take care of some business and I've been very busy. I'm so sorry I didn't get a chance to call you. How have you been?" He asked me. I could feel myself melting into the sand at the sound of his voice.
"I'm great now," I answered him; "I've been so worried about you though. I thought something had happened after I didn't hear from you when you dropped me off. You are ok right? Nothing happened to you?" My fears were slowly starting to creep into my brain again.
"You were worried that something happened to me? Oh babe, no. I'm perfectly fine. You don't have to ever worry about something happening to me. I do have a little wish right now though---want to know what it is?"
"Of course I do tell me!" I got anxious very quickly, hoping his wish was to see me at that very moment.
He hesitated a bit, trying to drive me crazy with the suspense. I could hear laughter on the other side of the phone. "I want to see you right now, at my house."
I was shocked. All of James's secrecy had led me to believe I would never be invited to his house. The thought only stayed in my mind for a second, it was quickly overtaken by joy. I had a hard time stopping myself from jumping out of my skin with excitement.
"I would love to come over." My voice was a little too high pitched for my liking. I was afraid of letting on that I was way more excited than I should be. "I just need some time though. I'm down on the beach right now. I want to go up and take shower and get into something nice for you."
"That's fine with me babe, just as long as you here tonight. I'll call you in a few hours. That will give you plenty of time to get ready. See you later." There was a click on the other end and the line went dead, my smile however grew even bigger.
I looked to my left and saw my mother asleep on her towel beside me. Reaching over I gently shook her awake and reminded her of the dinner she had to get ready for that started in three short hours. They were short for my mother because it took almost that long for her to get ready to go out each night. I sat up and watched her quickly pick up most of her things, hurrying back to the hotel. I stayed to give her some time to get ready, not wanting to tip her off that I was going out after her and my father left.
The one hour I waited for her seemed more like a thousand years. When I finally made my way up to our suite my mother was putting the finishing touches on her make-up, shocking me that she had gotten ready so quickly. As I set my things onto my bed my mother came over to me, putting her last earring on.
"Now, Victoria, we're going to be home late, and I expect to you in your bed when we get back. You are not to go anywhere," my mother said sternly to me.
I didn't respond to her with words. I simply shook my head yes to her and went about getting some clothes out of my closet. When I turned around, my mother was gone and I heard the door that lead out to the hallway shut, my parents voices could barely be heard as they said goodbye.
I felt the smile grow on my face then, and I let out a big squeal--I didn't have to hold back my excitement any longer. My parents were gone and I was that much closer to seeing James for the first time in almost a week. I nearly skipped to the bathroom and started the shower, jumping in before the water was warm. I didn't want to waste any time.
After making record time in the shower I got out and dried myself off. Then went to my room to grab the pale green dress I had pulled out of my closet earlier. I slipped into the dress and went back into the bathroom to put on my make-up. When I was almost finished there was a slight knock on the door, followed by my cell phone ringing loudly from on top of my bed.
I raced to my bedroom, grabbing my phone to see who could be calling me. The caller i.d. showed that it was James and answered it excitedly.
"I'm almost ready! I was about to call for a taxi. I'm going to need your..." He interrupted me before I could go on.
"A taxi? No way, girl. I already sent someone to pick you up. He just knocked on your door actually and is now waiting for you outside. Don't keep him waiting too long though. Jasper lacks patience," James said.
"Oh I won't," I answered back quickly. "See you soon!"
I hung up the phone before he responded. My excitement was uncontrollable. I raced back into the bathroom to throw on my lipstick and paused for a moment to admire myself in the mirror. The pale green dress I had picked out made my hair look like it had been set on fire. It drew out the emerald green of my eyes and fit well with my unusually pale skin.
When I was finished I went to the door and opened it to find the man James had sent for me, Jasper. He wasn't as tall as James, but they both had similar body types, lean yet muscular. His curly hair fell to just below his ears and his eyes were brown with a hint of golden, making him look more like a child than I'm sure he liked. Thankfully his clothing gave him more of an adult look. He wore a black suit, black shirt underneath. If I didn't know any better I would have guessed he worked for the government.
"Victoria, I presume. My name is Jasper Whitlock. I'm here to escort you to James' for the evening. I hope you're ready,” Jasper spoke with a southern accent let held a lot of authority, very fitting for his look.
I nodded at him and took his arm as he offered it to me. We made our way down to the lobby; I hid behind Jasper so no one would see me leave. I didn't need any of the staff tipping off my parents that I had left shortly after they did. When we were safely outside Jasper led me over to a black Hummer parked off to the right of the lobby doors, thankfully away from the view of anyone inside. He opened my door and helped me into the passenger seat, shutting the door then quickly rounding the vehicle himself, jumping into the driver’s seat.
Jasper pulled out of the hotel parking lot and onto the main road that led into town, but made a quick left before we were even close to the outskirts. We followed the new road that ran along the beach and shortly came to an iron gate set in front of a large white mansion. Jasper stopped the hummer in front of the gates and we waited only a few seconds before they automatically opened, allowing us onto the property. He parked the car in front of the front door and hopped out to help me out.
"What an impressive house!" I said as Jasper helped me out of the hummer. I smoothed out my dress when my feet hit the ground and gave him a small smile, waiting for some type of reply. None came.
"Strong silent type?" I asked him. I was rather uncomfortable that Jasper did not answer me but instead just stared at me with curious eyes.
I couldn't believe that James lived here alone. The mansion could easily fit a family of ten with room to spare. As I stood before it, the thoughts I had about James only being interested in my money slowly floated away.
A low cough interrupted my thoughts. I looked ahead of me to notice to armed guards standing on either side of the front door. The sight became rather uneasy and I looked back to Jasper for some answers. He answered me swiftly, as if he knew what I was thinking.
"The gates don't always keep people out. They are here simply for show, so don't fear them. They have never had to use force on anyone. Most people around here are smarter than that."
I took some time to process what he just said and stood there gazing in wonder at the house still. Then the front door flew open and out came a rather tall man with fairly dark skin and black hair barely grazing the tops of his shoulders.
"You must be Victoria!" He said in a rather excited tone. He actually reminded me of myself earlier this evening. "My name is Jacob Black; it’s great to finally meet you. James is waiting for you inside. Come with me."
Jacob moved away from the open door way and motioned for me to come inside. I glanced behind me before I moved to thank Jasper for coming to pick me up but he was already gone. My gaze found Jacob's again and I smiled at him, nodding my head in thanks as I moved through the front door and into the house. Jacob kindly guided me with his hand at the small of my back through the house to where James was waiting for me.
After moving through most of the house we arrived to an outdoor terrace. I could feel the wind from the ocean swirly around my body, killing the heat that the island always produced during the day. All the furniture on the terrace was rustic with large ivory-colored cushions. There was minimal lighting coming from large torches set up along the terrace railings. The whole sight was beautiful.
"Here we are," Jacob said to me. "James? She's arrived." Jacob turned his attention to the table off to the side of the terrace, letting out a howling laugh after he spoke.
James looked at him without giving any interest in what he had to say. The look in his eyes showed he wanted Jacob gone as quickly as possible.
"Thank you, Jacob but you can leave now. Take the night off and go have some fun. Not too much though. We don't need a repeat of what happened the other night with those girls from town." James told him with the utmost authority in his voice.
Jacob raised his shoulders after James spoke, trying to make himself look even taller than he already was. "Who cares about to stupid girls? They were making everything up anyways."
James rolled his eyes at him, as if he were expecting this type of response and then crossed his arms over his chest. "Do not do anything you'll later regret. I can only get you out of so much before. After that I'm going to stop caring."
"Whatever." Jacob spat his response back in frustration. His tone changed quickly as he began to speak of another matter. "We have to be early for that delivery. Don't stay up to late." His last line became as bitter as his first but he winked at us and left smiling.
The whole conversation left me rather confused and I stood in the same place I had since we came onto the terrace. I didn't know what to say or what move to make next.
"You'll have to excuse Jacob. You being here makes him feel out of his element and his manners have a tendency to leave him during those times," James said to me. He sat relaxed on one of the chairs, his hands now barely grasping the arm rests.
I smiled at him. His eyes caught mine and I couldn't move from my spot. "It's ok," I said dreamily staring into his eyes.
James laughed at the way I was gazing at him as he motioned for me to take a seat beside him. "Dinner will be ready shortly. Tell me what you've been up to since I saw you last."
***
After dinner we continued to talk, mostly about myself. James still kept his private life private, only answering questions I had about the house and those were very generic at best. I asked about Jasper and Jacob, receiving simple answers that they were friends and colleagues, nothing more. I didn't let any of it get me down though. I was so happy to be with him again that nothing else in the world matter to me.
As the night air became cooler I glanced down at my cell phone to check the time. It was a little past midnight and the thought of when my parents might be coming home crossed my mind. I knew I still had a few hours. They had a tendency of lingering at these dinners to make a better impression.
Music soon began to fill the air around me, a song I recognized quickly, All out of Love by Air Supply.
I suddenly noticed James was no longer in his seat next to me, but instead he was standing on the other side of me, his hand outstretched towards me. "Dance with me, Victoria," he told me.
Suddenly I had no control over my body. I reached for his hand and let him guide me away from the table to an open spot on the terrace, free of any furniture. My trembling hand found his shoulder and his arms wrapped around my body. We then began to dance, swaying to the music and loosing track of time as the song blended into another song and another after that. The music didn't matter anymore. I moved my body along with his, staring deep into his beautiful honey colored eyes. They were staring, unblinking into mine, almost as if he could see right into my soul.
"I want you to stay here with me tonight," James said without breaking his gaze. "That is if you want to."
I continued to stare into his eyes while pondering his request. I would be a lunatic if I said no. How could I deny such an offer from James? He could ask me anything and I could never find it in myself to say no. However my conscience was telling me I couldn't stay, as much as I wanted to.
"My parents wouldn't be too happy with me if I didn't come home. They don't like it when I just up and disappear," I told him as my heart slowly began to crack.
James stopped swaying and pressed his body closer to mine. "Come on, baby. You won't regret it if you do." A huge smile appeared on his face as he ran tongue along his top lip.
"Oh, James, I don't know. I want to stay. I really do. It’s just..." I let my sentence trail off; besides my parents I couldn't think of a good excuse not to stay.
I felt his arms hug me even tighter. He was not going to take no for an answer, and I knew with a little more pressure I would not be able to tell him no.
"Victoria, my love, I'm in love with you. I love your smell, your hair and the way it falls down your back, and especially your body. It fits so perfectly against mine." He was winning this fight.
It was then he made his winning move. James leaned down and softly pressed his lips to mine. I slowly kissed him back but still put up a slight resistance. Soon I was crumbling as he ran his fingers through my hair. My arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers were soon lost in his blond hair. I was being driven crazy by passion; my breathing quickened and I lost all physical control of my body. James laid me into the closest piece of furniture he could find, a white lounge chair. He slowly reclined on to me, pushing all his body weight into me. His mouth found my neck as he slowly kissed me, running his hands down my back, slowly working the zipper down on the back of my dress. The straps on my shoulders began to fall loosely to the side the farther down the zipper got. I could feel James hot breath against my chest as he traced my collarbone with kisses.
He picked his head up and gazed into my eyes. "I have been waiting for this moment, Victoria," he breathed heavily. He placed his hands on my face and kissed me again.
My mind was too cloudy for any coherent response. I could only whisper his name as his lips parted from mine. My body cooperated enough to get his shirt off. We kissed slowly, rubbing each other as both work our way up to our breaking points. James kissed his way down my chest and stomach then spread my legs and kissed my inner thighs.
"Ohh… James… yes…" I moaned.
"Fuck Victoria… you’re so hot… I’d just love to…" he kisses me again before he finished his sentence.
"What James?" I asked in a whisper.
"I want to make love to you… now…" he said rubbing his cock at my entrance. I was so horny it was unbearable.
"Yes… ugh… yes James… take me…" I moaned.
James slowly put his cock on me and pushed it inside, it felt glorious. He continued to kiss me and rubbing my sides, stopping every now and then to bite my nipples. He was so tender and loving, something I had never experienced before. That night he penetrated my body and took my soul. I had never felt feelings like that so strongly for another person before. From that moment on I knew James was the man with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
The next morning I awoke on James' bed, snuggled against his body. I opened my slowly and saw that James was gazing at me, staring into my eyes as if he was seeking something beyond them.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said to me before kissing my forehead.
"Good morning," I said back to him smiling.
"Any plans today?" He asked me already knowing the answer.
"I'm ok with whatever you suggest we do."
"Well eventually we'll have to get up, but I have to admit I'd love to stay here for a little while longer. I'd loved to repeat all those sexy things we did last night." A smile grew on his face and he laughed, probably replaying last night in his head already.
I blushed and wondered if I should spend a few minutes teasing him before giving in.
"Mmm...that sounds like an idea. Or we could..." I let my sentence trail off and bit my bottom lip.
"I know you enjoyed it and that you'd love to do it again."
I giggled at his comment and how sure of himself he was. Of course I had enjoyed every second of it. And I told him so. He leaned down to kiss me, pulling away with a smile.
"I love you," I said to him before pulling him back to me to kiss him again.
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A/N: All the pics from James House, banner and other stuff of the fic (also the chapters) are now on my LJ Account (link on my profile). And yes this is also a B&E Story, just wait a bit, I just needed to set up Victoria’s story first. This is starting so please, please be patient! Ohh and please Review!