A/N:
Hey everyone! How much do you hate me? I'm so sorry I haven't updated in months, I've had a serious case of writers block which is still present. I'm not happy with this chapter but it seems to be the best I could do. I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you like it.
The song would probably be, Leona Lewis- Footprints in the Sand.
Bella's POV
"Did you get your work done?" Christopher asked as he nuzzled my neck.
With the grin still forced on my face I turned to face him. "All done, I can relax now. Did you want to do anything today?"
"As long as you're involved I don't mind." His cold breath bounced against my neck and I shivered in response.
"What's that?" He asked suddenly, reaching around me and picking up my new silver photo frame.
"Oh erm..." I was aware of the expression 'deer caught in headlights' as Christopher watched me expectantly. "A present." I mumbled, getting up from the bed and moving into the living room.
Placing myself heavily on the sofa, I lifted a book I was reading for my classes from the coffee table; Tom Jones by Henry Fielding. I still couldn't understand how this novel was considered one of the greats or in fact how novels became popular with this being known as one of the first in publication.
"What, they just sent it out of the blue?" His soft voice carried through the room as he joined me on the sofa.
With my head buried in my book I answered calmly, aware that my heart was beating double its normal pace and that he would most definitely note that fact. "Yeah, Alice said it was so that my human mind wouldn't forget them." I added a chuckle for effect and congratulated myself on my brilliance.
"That's nice." His reply was too simple. No more questions, no pointing out the erratic beat of my heart or the fact that my chuckle sounded strangled; he simply reached for the remote and turned the television on.
Edward's POV
"Stop that." I demanded as my hand shot out to restrain Alice's bouncing leg.
Jasper's eyes darkened as they darted towards me and his warning was clear as he said my name. "Edward." 'Leave her alone she's excited.'
"We all are." I mumbled as I pulled my arm back to my lap and concentrated on blocking the voices from the other passengers from my mind.
'Did I lock all the windows?'
'I do hope Alexandra remembers to water my plants.'
From across the aisle Emmett's voice boomed. "Do you think she'll look different?"
An aggravated sigh left my lips before I could stop it. "I doubt she has wrinkles if that's what you mean Emmett."
"Well she couldn't look any worse."
Rosalie's mumble forced me to take several unneeded breaths. Even after all the time that had passed she was still jealous and insecure when it came to Bella.
Bella.
Just the thought of her name sent warmth to the core of my body, heating and melting the ice that held my heart. It's a contradiction in terms to say that everyday since she left I have been dying. I died long ago. Yet with the appearance of Bella, with her smile, her warmth, her uncanny and unequalled ability to love and heal the people around her, I was brought back to life. Not a biologically alive creature, but a creature that lived in her love.
A love I no longer had.
A love I had decimated.
My heart which she melted so completely started to cool once more with her leaving.
I had worried over the same things my siblings were now questioning. Would she look the same? We each questioned this and worried. Rosalie's concerns were superficial of course, worried that once again Bella's unique beauty would rival her own.
Although Emmett had joked incessantly about wrinkles and a rough gravel voice coming with her new age, he was worried about her. Just as I was concerned, the two of us questioned if she would look the same. Would she have aged slightly in the past few months? Although the appearance of the slightest change would be invisible to the human eye and possibly to Christopher also due to the amount of time he spent with her, we would be able to tell.
When we arrived, would she already show further signs of the aging process? When I saw her, would I see her dying before my eyes?
Carlisle answered his own fears with his medical knowledge, noting that in such a short space of time, any change would be minute. His calm and calculating mind also acknowledged that it would happen one day.
Alice of course used her gift, watching Bella whenever she could. I wondered silently if she would even notice. Would she be, as no doubt Christopher was, desensitised to the changes?
Jasper had a different concern. Would she still smell as tempting? This didn't bother me as much as it did him. I had spent months missing her; there had been too much distance between us twice now. I knew that she was in no danger from me.
Nikki and Esme surprisingly shared the same concern; me. They both worried what seeing her would do to me. Both suspected that I would be elated during the time I would spend around her, yet with the addition of Christopher's presence they worried about my heart. Would it survive seeing her share her love with another? When we were in Forks, they had each denied their feelings. Now it was out in the open for all to see.
I didn't know what this trip would bring; I just knew that it couldn't come soon enough.
Bella's POV
"What are you doing?" Placing my book on the coffee table I turned to face Christopher. He truly was magnificent. I still found myself recoiling when I looked at him, his beauty, his form, his masculinity catching me off guard. The idea that he was 'mine' still surprised me.
His brow furrowed slightly. "Trying to watch television but its challenging."
It was my turn to be confused. "Why exactly?"
I gasped in shock as the television was suddenly switched off and he was leaning above me in the space of a millisecond. "Because you're beside me."
Not only had he shifted himself but he had also moved me. I was now laying flat against the length of the sofa, his legs resting softly between my own as my right foot dangled towards the floor. The power of his body as it leaned above me was terrifying, it was electrifying, it was everything I wanted.
"And what's so challenging about that then?" I whispered softly, hearing the desperation in my voice as his eyes darkened in want. My heart beat heavily in my chest as I begged him silently to quell the need that was building in the pit of my stomach.
His hands rested on either side of my head as he took in my appearance. "Everything." He growled slightly.
A cold fingertip found its way to my cheek before tracing the line of my jaw. "You have no idea how tempting you are." Leaning down he placed a soft kiss to my lips as I let out a soft moan.
"Your scent." His head dipped to the curve of my shoulder where he softly suckled on my skin, eliciting a yelp of surprise and pleasure from me as my head threw itself back of its own accord.
"Your lips." His tongue teased mine softly, parting them as my own reached out to taste him.
Pulling back slightly, his gaze travelled down my neck to my chest which hid the erratic beat of my heart. "Watching you breathe..." He seemed to gasp this statement.
(LEMONS START HERE!!!)
His finger came to rest on at the bottom of my throat before tracing a line to the valley of my breasts. "The way your chest rises and falls..." his eyes reached mine again as he spread his fingers over my skin. His next words were shocking, alluring, erotic and were spoken as his hand moved to cover my mound, "I love making you gasp."
"Christopher." His name escaped my lips as his thumb brushed over the swollen peak of my nipple and I watched as he licked his lips whilst stroking my body.
"I've wanted to touch you for so long." He marvelled as his lips attacked mine. I could feel the familiar pool of desire between my thighs and longed to stop the ache that was forming. As if knowing my wishes, wrapping his strong arms around me, Christopher pulled me up against his body. As he sat upright I straddled him, crying out at the feeling as I pushed my centre against one of his thighs.
Tearing his lips from mine, his teeth softly, teasingly nipped at my ear. "I can smell you again." He drawled and it was almost enough to make me come undone. With this new position, both of his hands were free to feel, and as my own hands fisted in his hair, his chose to hold my breasts.
"You are amazing." He whispered softly into my neck as he trailed kisses to my shoulder, his hands never stilling in action.
"Oh." The sound escaped my lips in a breath as his fingertips grazed my side before reaching around me to cup my behind. Pulling me forward slightly, he slowly at first, began to rock my core against the strength of his solid thigh.
Whimpers left my lips as a familiar tingle built in the pit of my stomach. "More." I begged softly as my lips sought his.
"I can't." He gasped, tearing his lips from mine harshly, never stopping the gentle rocking of my hips.
Holding his face in my hands, I leant forward until our noses touched, all the while moaning at the feel of him against me. "I need you to touch me." I begged softly, my eyes searching his.
Then, he stopped.
He just stopped and stared as I gasped to catch my breath and mentally cursed myself for pushing. I had what I wanted. Christopher had lowered some of the boundaries, yet I had continued to ask for more. I had pushed him to the point he couldn't continue.
At least that's what I thought.
A second later the scenery changed. No longer on the sofa, my back now rested against our bed as he loomed over me, an almost feral look upon his face.
He did nothing but stare for what felt like an eternity, and then, carefully, slowly; he reached for my waist, holding me steady with both hands. As I took in his beauty, too shocked and excited to move, his hands moved upwards, peeling my top away. In the gentlest of touches, I was lifted towards him, his lips brushing over mine in a tender kiss and he removed the garment covering my upper body. I felt his finger tips as they brushed over my shoulder blades before gently reaching for the clasp of my bra.
The question of continuing was asked with his eyes and a small nod was all I could manage in answer. All feelings of inadequacy or embarrassment were absent as he took in my form, the look of adoration on his face was all I needed to tell me I was beautiful.
Laying me back down, we laid cheek to cheek for the longest of moments, just feeling our bodies pressed together. "I love you." He whispered softly in my ear, something he had only ever said aloud once before as he fought for my life.
The feel of his lips as they travelled over my body is nothing I can describe. It was ecstasy, it was bliss...it was love. His breath danced against my stomach as his fingers found the waistband of my bottoms, once again asking permission as he removed them and my underwear.
This was the moment I had been waiting for. This would the cementing factor of our love, a seal, a contract in which I would always be his and he would always be mine.
Our harsh breaths were the only sound filling the room, mine through excitement, and his through a battle of control. The tips of his fingers touched my core lightly sending a shock of electricity through my body. The feel of his ice against my fire didn't cool me; it ignited the fire even more. Leaning over me, he stroked, he teased, he caressed; all the while telling me he loved me.
"More." I begged harshly as my stomach muscles began to contract, a sign that my end was near.
Christopher clenched his teeth in response, his fingers picking up in pace as they moved over the swollen nub of flesh which at that moment was the centre of my universe. "I can't. This is all I can manage at the moment." He said softly and I could tell it pained him to say it.
Looking straight into his eyes I promised, "Then it's enough." As the words left my lips a rushing feeling took hold of me, forcing me to cry out in pleasure as my climax was reached.
It was bliss.
As I came down from my high, so did Christopher. I didn't know it was possible for vampire's to shake but he did as he leaned above me, watching me carefully for a response.
"I love you too." I said softly before reaching up and placing a kiss on his lips. "Thank you." I managed to whisper before a relaxing sleep consumed me. Lying wrapped in his arms, a dream of perfection captured me. A dream where we were in love, we were happy and there was no danger of it ending.
Edward's POV
We were finally there. After travelling for hours which felt like years, we had arrived. Standing outside the building in which she and Christopher lived, all I could smell were freesias. She was everywhere, her scent lingering on everything.
"Will you be ok?" I asked Jasper who nodded in reply, his neck straining under pressure. His fear of hurting Bella reassured me, the pressure he was putting himself under would be enough to stop him hurting her. I could have assured him that he was no danger to her, however, if he grew complacent as he had on her eighteenth birthday it would be an entirely different story. I chose to keep quiet, letting his guilt and fear be the tool that protected her.
We took the stairs to the floor she lived on, excitement gripping me as we neared her door.
"Christopher don't! You promised!" Bella's voice sounded from the other end of the corridor and although all was silent to human ears my family heard the conversation taking place from her apartment.
A growl was his reply followed by sounds of fast movement. That was all I needed to hear before taking off towards the door, ready to tear him apart for scaring my love.
"Edward don't!" I didn't hear Alice's warning before I had crashed through their front door and looked down on the sight before me.
A sight that filled me nausea and pain.
There Bella lay on the ground wearing only his shirt and a smile as Christopher held her in his arms.
The first sign that this was a lover's embrace was the playful looks upon their faces.
The second was their lack of clothes. Christopher was only wearing a towel after having had a shower.
The third was the scent.
The only smell that could be found in the room was sweeter than freesia's, it was her arousal.
A/N: For people who don't want to read lemons, they didn't have sexual intercourse-their hands did wander