Wednesday, September 2, 2015 | By: Drotuno

A Few Tables Away Chapter 9 & Pics

Chapter 9
BELLA
“You eat as much as you want, sweet pea,” Mom crooned to Edward, who was on his second bowl of beef stew. She patted him on the shoulder before taking the seat next to him.
Despite the late hour, my family was still up. Jasper was watching TV in the living room, Dad was grading papers in the library, and my mother and Aunt Jane had been cleaning up the kitchen when I’d walked in with Edward in tow. Not one of them batted an eye when I told them he was taking the guest room for the night; they simply heated up dinner for us and sat us down at the table.
Looking at Edward right then, you’d never know all the shit, the hailstorm of hurt and heartache he’d been through. He never showed it. Before I’d gotten to know him, talked to him the first time, I’d thought it was aloofness, but it wasn’t. It was the walls he’d put into place to keep from being hurt, picked on, and it kept him from having to explain himself. As I looked at him sitting across from me, smiling at my mother and aunt fawning over him, I could see he had the ability to shut off the parts of him that had been battered and bruised.
I’d never, ever considered myself a violent person, but as I watched the sweet, beautiful man in front of me, a long list of twisted, vile acts flickered through my head, things I wanted to do to his dad. They ranged from instant gratification, to slow, meticulous torture. Shaking my head, I stood up from the table.
“I’ll be right back,” I told Edward but locked gazes with my mother. “I need to ask Dad a question before we head upstairs.”
“Sure, baby.”
I stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room, where Jasper glanced away from the TV. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply through my nose, letting it out slowly through my lips.
“That bad?” Jasper whispered after muting the show he was watching.
I could only nod.
“Everything okay with you two?”
I nodded again. I wanted to shout to the world and back how I felt about Edward, but it wouldn’t be today. Finally opening my eyes, I could see my cousin’s concern. I teased him – hell, we teased the shit out of each other – but deep down, Jasper was a good guy. He was calm and mellow, and he was loyal and kind. He was more a brother to me than a cousin. And at that moment, I could see he was about five seconds from asking whose ass he needed to kick.
Pushing away from the wall, I breathed deeply again, making my way down the hall to the library. Dad’s head shot up when I not only stormed into the room but slammed the door behind me. Rushing to him, I fell into his arms.
“Bells?” he whispered, shifting enough so that he could hold me. “What happened?”
Tears filled my eyes, and my heart hurt for the boy in the kitchen, but it made me grateful for what I had, where I’d come from, and it made me grateful for my small, loving family. We were loud and crazy, but we’d never hurt each other. That was family. Not that poor fucking excuse for a father Edward had.
I pushed back from my dad just enough to kiss his cheek, and then I sat down on the edge of his desk. Wiping away my tears with the back of my hand, I met his worried gaze.
“Edward…” I shook my head. “He…He could’ve died!”
“Ah, so he told you about his mother?” Dad verified, and I nodded. “I get the feeling there’s more to it,” he added, tilting his head at me as he reached up to cup my face.
“His father blames him, Daddy!” I hissed in a whisper. I wanted to yell, rage against the unfairness of it all, but no good would come of it, except to upset Edward. That I wouldn’t have. He’d suffered enough. “He told him that wreck was his fault. Who…Who does that?!”
My dad’s face went from calm to dark in the blink of an eye. “Who does indeed?” he asked grimly. “Is the boy okay?”
“Yeah, he’s getting loved on by Mom and Aunt Jane in the kitchen.”
Dad grinned. “I’m sure he is, but that’s not what I meant, baby girl. I mean… Is there a problem at home?”
I nodded. “I think there was, but he came here because it was as far away as he could get.”
He nodded, rubbing his temple. “Good.” Dad’s mustache twitched a little. “You like him.”
My brow furrowed. “I do. So much, Dad. He’s…so sweet, gentle, and kind, despite what he’s been through, and…”
“He’s a good boy. And anyone who can put pen to paper like he does isn’t an idiot,” Dad agreed with a nod. “Not to mention… Well, he’s pretty smitten with you, too, Bells.”
My face heated, and I grinned stupidly. “I want to…lock him up and spoil him rotten and show him this house is what family is, not where he came from, but… I also want to kiss him stupid, because I’m falling for him hard.”
Dad squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head. “My heart, Bella. If you do, just…let me stay blissfully ignorant, okay?”
Giggling, I kissed his cheek. “Love you, Daddy.”
“You’re killin’ me, kid.” He stood up in front of me and cupped my face again, dropping a heavy kiss to my forehead. “You are your mother made over. All heart, all honesty, and all goodness, Bella. But you’re smart as a damn whip, too. I have faith that you know what’s right, what’s love, and what’s not. I’ve always trusted your instincts on people. You and Jasper are pretty sharp about reading bullshit. And when you both rave about the boy, then I know he’s worthy.”
Smiling, I nodded. “I’m keeping him, Dad!”
Dad cracked up. “Fine, then we keep him.” He shot me a wink. “What’s one more kid running around here?”
I slipped down from his desk and started for the door.
“Hey, kiddo,” Dad called, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his pants. His face was concerned when he met my eyes. “What will you do when Edward has to go home for the holidays?”
I scowled, frowning down at the floor. “I don’t know.” I looked up at him again. “I can’t let anyone hurt him. He’s too good.”
Dad sniffed and then nodded once. “Well, see what he plans to do. I can’t in good conscience send him back to a bad situation if I can stop it. We’ll go from there. Okay?”
Nodding, I left the library, only to see Jasper smile my way when I got back to him. “Ed’s upstairs. Aunt Renee showed him where everything is, so I think he’s taking a shower.”
“Okay,” I said, heading up the stairs.
The water shut off, and I went into my room to change clothes. Having grown up with Jasper around, not to mention some of his buddies roaming about the house, I always slept in shorts and a T-shirt so I could still walk around my house. Once I was dressed, I opened my door to see if Edward was out of the bathroom, but I came to a standstill at the sight in the guest room.
Across the hallway, the lamp on the nightstand lit up the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Edward’s hair was still damp, sticking up in every direction like he’d just finished rubbing it with the towel. Standing in just a pair of sleep pants, he seemed to be focused on his phone. His back was to me, and even though he was lean, he wasn’t skinny. He was muscle and broad shoulders, narrowing down to his waist. His skin was smooth, a bit pale – but being from Florida, we expected everyone from outside the state to be pale.
My mouth watered as I took in every inch of his back, his ass, his neck. There were freckles across his shoulders and a few down his back; I wanted to count them, kiss them, and claim them for myself. However, it was when he shifted a little that my breath caught in my throat.
His scars.
They looked like a crisscross pattern. They were thin, yet they stood out a shade darker against his skin tone, and they were raised a bit.
Edward jumped a little when he saw me, and I was in the room before I could think twice.
“I’m…I’m…sorry. I thought I closed the door,” he rambled softly as he reached for the T-shirt lying on the corner of the bed.
“Mom should’ve told you that it has to click to stay closed,” I whispered, stopping him when he started to pull his shirt on. “You’re…You’re beautiful.” It was the truth, and I couldn’t stop it from escaping my lips if I tried.
Edward looked confused, glancing down to his scars and then back to my face. But I didn’t see the scars. They were there, and they were hard to miss, but they weren’t what my eyes saw. I saw definition without being bulky. I saw lean muscles and smooth skin that smelled warm and freshly showered. I smelled boy and shampoo.
“They’re ugly, Bella…”
Shaking my head, I met his gaze as I asked permission with my eyes. He froze, but he nodded quickly, like if he held his breath, then this would be over soon. Without taking my eyes from his, I moved slowly, setting my palm flat against his ribcage.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked back the tears threatening to fall, not because I could feel every single slice that had been etched permanently into his skin but because I could feel his fear. I felt it step into the room like a cloaked, hooded figure. It was a ghost standing between us. His body vibrated with it as his hands balled up into tight fists at his side in order to maintain it.
“Edward?” I whispered, not moving a single inch. “Look at me.” Sad, wary, deep-green met my gaze, and his jaw rolled with the clench of his teeth. “These don’t make you ugly. In fact, there isn’t a single fucking thing about you that’s ugly.” I raised my eyebrows up until he nodded that he’d heard me. “If I have to tell you every damn day, I will. I spew verbal vomit all the time; I’ll just add it to the mix.”
There it was. That stunning smile that took my breath away the first time I saw it in Jasper’s office. It was real, blinding me in its boyish brilliance. Coupled with the tinge of pink to his cheeks, it made him absolutely the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.
I hadn’t removed my hand from his side, but as I gazed up at him, I knew I was completely head over heels for him. Just…done. And as much as I wanted to blurt that out, I bit my tongue. It wasn’t the right time, and he’d just told me the story of how the scars beneath my fingers came to be. I would imagine he felt a bit…exposed. Regretfully, I pulled my hand away from his warm skin.
With a sigh and a smile up at him, I said, “I…I wanted to thank you, Edward.”
“For what?”
“For trusting me enough to tell me that story tonight.” I nodded when his brow furrowed in confusion. “It was probably the hardest thing to do, but I feel honored that you chose me.”
“I meant what I said, Bella,” he said slowly, like he didn’t understand what I was saying. “You… You’ve become important to me. I thought…maybe…if I was honest…”
“Withholding something painful isn’t lying, sweetie,” I countered when he trailed off a little. “But I am…” I balled my hands up and then folded my arms, laughing a little at myself. “God, Edward, you make it so hard to stop myself from just…holding you, squeezing you, kissing you!”
His eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed, but that grin of his just made my self-control start to completely unravel. In order not to rush at him, I started to turn.
“I’ll let you get some sleep…” I muttered, starting for the door.
“What… Um, Bella?” he called so softly that I could barely hear him, but when I turned to face him, his face was even more fearful than before. “What if… What if I don’t want you to stop?”
Closing my eyes, I smiled when I said, “Jesus, Edward…you need to be sure. If I hurt you, or pushed too fast, too soon… I’m willing—”
“You won’t,” he argued gently, and it came from right in front of me.
He’d moved closer, so when I opened my eyes, I was staring straight into smooth skin and collarbones and pec muscles. I dragged my gaze up his unbelievably attractive neck, along his sharp jaw, to his nervous gaze. Green…so green, and wary.
“Though…” He huffed a laugh, looking down. “I don’t know what I’m doing, so…”
Oh my God, I wasn’t sure he could get any cuter, but he just had.
Smiling, I cupped his face, making him look back up to me. “Kissing is easy, baby. It’s like…breathing.”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” I nodded, stepping closer to him, and he tossed the shirt in his hand back to the bed in order to set his hands respectfully on my waist. “You sure? There’s no turning back after this, Edward. I may have to kiss you all the time.” It was a tease, but holy shit, it was probably the damn truth, too. Just standing that close to him was a rush of adrenaline and hormones and everything beautiful that he carried with him.
“I don’t want to go back.”
Something about that whispered, firm statement sounded enormous coming from him. Like he meant us and life and his hometown. All of it. All of it in one big declaration.
Making sure he was looking at me, I decided to copy what he’d said earlier – not once but twice he’d said it. “Edward, you’ve become very important to me, too, so I’m going to ask you again… Are you sure?”
He nodded vehemently. “Yes.”
Smiling, I nodded with him. “Okay, then close your eyes, baby.”
He did as I said, with complete trust, though I could feel him shudder a little beneath my touches to his face. Lord, his eyelashes were long and dark, resting against his skin. Lifting myself a bit on my toes, I slowly, softly pressed my lips to his.
I kept everything light and slow, pressing my lips again. I wanted to show him how I felt, show him how beautiful I thought he was, so I started to move – top lip, bottom lip, turning my head just a little. I pulled back just a bit, smiling at his heavy breathing, the adorable way he licked his lips, but his eyes were still closed as he rested his forehead to mine.
“More?” I whispered close to his mouth so he could feel me.
“God, yes.”
I wanted to giggle at his eagerness, but he was the one to start forward this time, and I moaned against his mouth when our lips met again. Over and over, lips tasted and teased, and I couldn’t stop myself when my tongue joined into the dance, and when I thought he’d panic, he didn’t. He welcomed me, turning his head at the same time his hands flexed, pulling me flush to him.
For someone who said he didn’t know what he was doing, my toes were curling into the carpet, my hands were now slowly slipping into his hair, and my body wanted to feel every inch of him pressed against me.
When his tongue met mine, I moaned shamelessly again, and with one last sweep of my lips across his, I pulled back in order to catch my breath.
Those long eyelashes swept up, and his eyes were dark green, like the oaks just outside the window. His chest heaved with his breathing, and he was quiet for a moment as he continued to hold me close.
“Wow,” he said, which made me grin. “Is it always like that?”
“Um, Edward…I’ve never been kissed like that in my life!” I said through awe and need, because I wanted more, but I wouldn’t push.
He smiled, crooked and easy, but he shook his head. “Don’t tell me about other kisses…”
Laughing, I pressed my lips to his quickly, but I pulled away. “That’s another story for another day.” When he looked at me worriedly, I added, “But I will tell you.”
He nodded, finally reaching for his shirt and pulling it on. “Bella… What’s that mean? That kiss?”
I knew what he was asking, so I smiled up at him. “What you want it to mean, Edward?”
“Everything.”
He didn’t quite meet my eyes when he said it, but my heart just about burst out of my chest with his sincerity.
“Good,” I said, grinning at him when his eyes shot to mine. “Because it does mean everything.”
His face reddened a bit, but he nodded with the happiest smile yet. “Good.”
~oOo~
EDWARD
“Pick your poison, son,” Bella’s dad said, gesturing to the kitchen counter when I came in with my things for school. “There’s plenty, so help yourself.”
“Thanks, Pro—”
“Charlie, son. Inside this house, I’m just…Charlie.” He corrected me gently, his thick, impressive mustache twitching a bit, which made me smile.
“Thanks, Charlie.”
He nodded once before sipping his coffee. Bella, Renee, and Aunt Jane were sitting at the table. The two older women were chatting softly, but I could see Bella wasn’t exactly talkative in the mornings, which I found interesting. She was blindly scooping cereal into her mouth as she read a book cracked open on the table. She was dressed for school, but her eyes were still bleary, tired.
Memories of the night before came crashing down on me. Everything about it – telling her my story, the feeling of comfort that this house brought, and kissing her. My face heated with that last one. I never once thought that I’d ever speak to my Library Girl, much less find myself kissing her in her own house.
Turning to make myself a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, I had to force back the urge to do it again. I wanted it again. In fact, the fantasy of spending all day in Bella’s arms sounded like fucking heaven, but I knew it couldn’t happen. There were classes and homework, not to mention my shift at Sunset Roast.
I took a seat between Bella and Charlie, smiling when she mumbled, “Morning, Edward.”
She sipped coffee, going back to her book, but rested her cheek on my bicep.
Renee chuckled. “It’s best to give her at least to the bottom of that coffee mug, sweet pea.” When I grinned and nodded, she asked, “Did you sleep okay, honey? The room okay?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am. It was great. Thank you.”
“Anytime, Edward.”
“You should’ve told ’im about the door, Mom,” Bella told her through a yawn.
“Oh, shit… Sorry about that. You have to click it all the way for it to stay closed.”
“Yeah, found that out, but… It’s okay.” I chuckled before taking a bite of bacon.
Aunt Jane giggled like a girl but leaned her elbows on the table. “Funny, I don’t hear Bella complaining one damn bit.”
“And that’s my cue to leave,” Charlie sang sarcastically, making all the women at the table burst into laughter. He drained his coffee cup and said his goodbyes.
Bella stood up, but her lips were at my ear. “Oh, hell no. No complaints. You?”
I shook my head but shoved eggs into my face to keep from turning to kiss her again before she left the kitchen. However, the smile on my face might stick all damn day. As I finished my breakfast, I wondered if just a kiss made me this happy, then I couldn’t imagine what I’d feel like after sex. That thought made me red in the face and my appetite completely disappear, because I had no idea what I was doing. I really needed to call my brother.
A soft kiss was pressed to my temple. “You ready?” Bella asked, suddenly back to the table.
“Hmm?” I looked up at her but then nodded. Turning to Renee, I said, “Thank you again.”
“Edward, when I say anytime, I mean it. You’re welcome here whenever and however long you wish,” she replied earnestly.
I smiled and nodded, feeling Bella’s hand slip into mine and tug me out the door. I just barely was able to grab my backpack before we left Aunt Jane and Renee to their laughter. As soon as we were out on the front porch and the front door closed behind us, Bella’s lips were on mine. My whole body reacted instantly. My hands cupped her face, my body surged forward, and I found myself pressing her into one of the columns.
I remembered everything she’d said the night before about kissing, and some of it was right. It was as easy as breathing, but it was consuming, it was addictive, and it was amazing. It was also making my body react to her in ways that I’d once thought embarrassing, and I almost pushed away from her except for her fingers hooking into the loopholes of my jeans to keep me close.
I broke away from her mouth, keeping my eyes closed and dropping my forehead to hers. “Sorry. I can’t help it; you’re way too beautiful.”
“Oh, Edward… Thank you, but this is something you never have to apologize for,” she said through a sexy giggle, and I smiled when she kissed me lightly again.
“What was that for?” I panted, still trying to calm down, but I hadn’t moved from her arms.
“The kiss?” she asked, and I nodded against her forehead. “Because it’s gonna be a long damn day before I can kiss you again.”
Grinning, I chuckled, but it fell quickly. “Does this mean…”
“Edward,” she breathed, pressing her lips to mine so softly. “You said you didn’t want to go back.”
“I don’t.”
“Then this…here…is everything. It means I’m yours and you’re mine. So if I want to kiss my boyfriend, I damn well will, if he’s okay with it.”
Groaning, I kissed her again, because I felt like I was dreaming. “I’ll always be okay with it, and you’re right. This’ll be a long damn day,” I moaned but regretfully pulled back to leave.
We walked to her car, and I slid into the passenger seat, gazing over at her once she was behind the wheel. “I…I don’t know what I’m doing, Bella. You should know that. I’ve never…had a g-girlfriend.”
“Me neither.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “Bella, I’m serious.”
She smirked a bit but cupped my face. “You said the same thing about kissing, baby. And trust me, you picked up on that…just fine.” She raised an eyebrow at me but placed her hand flat on my chest over my heart, which was still pounding from our kisses. “Just trust this, Edward.”
I nodded.
She smiled and then backed up and began the drive to school.




5 comments:

Rachel Kilar said...

Loved this chapter!

@Danatech said...

Only love for this chapter and Bella <3

twicrazreader said...

This fic makes me want the days to pass fast so i can read a new chapter!!
Love reading it!!

twicrazreader said...

This fic makes me want the days to pass fast so i can read a new chapter!!
Love reading it!!

twicrazreader said...

This fic makes me want the days to pass fast so i can read a new chapter!!
Love reading it!!

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