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Dine and Dash
*~*~* Chapter Eleven – The Answering Miracles *~*~*
‘He's the only stable thing in the swirling chaos.’ ― (Beth Revis)
I feel awful as Edward pulls into his
warehouse. Sari believed me so easily just because I'm the good offspring.
Apparently, Jake hasn't been home since a quick shower yesterday morning. It's
usual Jake behavior, no one is fazed by it anymore.
I feel bad but I need to be here with
Edward, especially tonight when he's hurt and bleeding. I want to be with him,
take care of him, hopefully get to know him a little more!
Metallic squealing in the background as
he pulls down the garage door behind us sets reality in. I'm alone here with
Edward for the weekend. I have a ghost of terror in the pit of my stomach. Was
I really expected to have sex with him?
"Bella?" he turns towards me.
"What's wrong? She say okay?"
"Yeah," I clear my throat. It
throws me that he sounds like he'd care if I was going to get into trouble with
Jacob Black's mom. "She thinks I'm with Angela again."
Internally my stomach turns because I
used her name by mistake, not knowing where exactly we stood.
"Good." He smiles, walking
towards me.
I feel guilty. He does care. Because
Sarah's like my mom and I'd care.
"How's your arm?" I trail my
fingers down the bandana covered flesh and feel his eyes follow the movement.
He flexes his bicep in reply and laughs throatily when I gasp at the deliciously
large ball of muscle. My face flames. "Good then." I groan at how
husky my voice sounds. I clear my throat again.
He chuckles, kissing the top of my head
and linking our fingers. He guides us away from the darkness of the garage
area.
"How can you see anything?" I
laugh quietly at how expertly he maneuvers us through the clutter in the almost
pitch blackness.
"Shadows are my thing,
remember?" He deadpans.
I can hear the smirk in his voice even
if I can't see it.
We cross the floor, illumination
straight from the moon through the large overhead windows makes the middle area
glow. We reach the kitchen at the far end and when he switches on the light I
remember an important piece of information.
"I don't have anything to
wear." I say.
"No complaints here."
My body blazes with fires so hot I'm
straight fucking sure, the flame burning in my blood vessels from my ears to my
dripping core, were stolen from the depths of hell itself. I can paint a
picture of how deeply my eyes dilate staring at his back as he washes the blood
and dirt from his hands in the sink, eyeing the cooler in his fridge the entire
time.
My feet move towards it to distract
myself already knowing what he's looking for.
"Edward!" I yell in protest
opening the door to the fridge with too much force.
He turns away from the sink and hits me
with his megawatt lopsided smile as I snatch a beer up for him and look around
for an opener.
"Relax anima gemella," he
takes it out my hand and flicks the top off on the countertop. "I got shit
for you to put on."
I watch his Adams apple bob as he takes
a long swig. Focus Bella, focus. I coach myself in my head. It doesn't work too
well honestly. I nearly die when he wipes the moisture from his lip with the
back of his wrist.
"Edward you need to clean those
up." I look away from the aphrodisiac that is my boyfriend and focus on
the blood covering parts of him.
He cocks a brow when I tug at his shirt
but lifts his arms up without protest so I can look at his back.
"Shower." I clarify. The
higher his shirt goes the shallower my breathing does until finally it stops
all together. "You're hurt." My eyes gently trace the bruises and
cuts along his lower back just below his ink. It's definitely the result of
failed stab attempts and a scuffle. I say a small thanks to whoever is up there
that it's nothing serious. "Shower now."
He crosses his arms at the hem, peeling
the shirt straight off him and turning to me with a smirk.
His dog tags hang over his heart and my
IQ drops to negative figures once brown eyes dilate to black and trail down the
happy path of rock hard rippling muscle. Dropping from his defined pecs, my
gaze paints each and every ab that's gloriously locked on his torso, hungrily
trailing down the dusting of dark hair at his navel leading down to the
enormous homeland that lies below the deep V that dips down into his low
hanging jeans. My mouth's suddenly dry. I lick my lips, watching with drunken
eyes.
"Wanna help me?"
YES!
"No." I shoot my eyes up to
his sinfully cocky ones. He smirks lopsided, his sharp pearly whites gleaming
in the light of the kitchen. Breathing is becoming a problem again. This place
is huge, it can't be claustrophobia.
"Sure?" he takes a dangerous
step forward. "I'm hurt." Liar. "I can't reach everywhere."
A serious edge to the playful tease.
My back thumps into the countertop, I'm
backed up. "Ed—" I take a huge gulp of air to make my voice work
properly again. "Go shower Shadow Fang, I think you'll survive."
He chuckles dipping down and pressing
his lips to mine. I press mine to his harder licking his lips. I taste his
flesh, tender on the salty cuts. My body sways into him suddenly thrilled that
I get to be here with him. If anything had happened to him tonight… I ghost my
fingers up his back tracing the small, bleeding slashes. Let's not go there. I
stretch up on my tiptoes to reach him better when he hisses into my mouth. This
kiss is different from everything we've experienced so far. His hands steady my
hips when I reach my petite height's limit next to his towering, lean-muscled
stature.
Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he
curls it around mine, slippery, wet and needy. Matching me, push for pull. I
pull my tongue back just to check his reaction and smile when his darts after
mine like a bloody snake. Wrapping and sucking, he pulls it back into his mouth
forcefully, pouring things into this kiss I'm not sure he wants me to know. He
nibbles on my bottom lip and hisses when I return the favor, sucking on the
reopened cut my light bite causes. I lick it slowly trying to sooth the pain.
Coating the tip of my tongue with the intoxicating red saltiness of him as his
breath fans out across my face making me heady.
"Sorry…"I whisper to him,
raising my eyes under my lashes and dying a small death when I meet his. All
that's left are small, lightening flecks of green in his now striking, black,
hungry ones.
He looks at me a little longer.
Searching. Swallowing. "Anima gemella." Then kissing the top of my
head, he whispers something softly that sounds like, 'you don't know what
you're doing to me', but I can't be sure.
"What?" I ask. The
breathlessness hasn't left yet and I'm not sure if my ears work properly.
He shakes his head. "I'm gonna
shower. House is all yours 'kay?"
I nod. "Good, 'cause I'm
starving."
He chuckles and backs up, taking the
stairs two at a time to the next floor. I can't help but look around again. The
place is beautiful and unique. Like him.
Opening the fridge I'm surprised to find
actual meals inside along with various microwavable ones. Pulling out a glass
dish, I slide off the top and smile when I see lasagna. It takes a while to
find the right drawer but eventually I pull out two plates and cut a helping
for me with a slightly larger one for him.
He. Will. Eat.
After popping it in the microwave I moan
through my first bite. It tastes divine! Then when I look at his plate sitting
across the counter from me I remember that I need him to do a bit more than eat
tonight. I need to learn something about him, anything about him. I need
something tangible. Real in every sense of the word. I want to lose my
virginity to him, I know that. It's not even a choice anymore. It's coursing
through my veins, he's the one. I can feel it from my heart to my soul to my
burning core but I will not be able to look myself in the eye if I lose it to a
guy I know only a handful of gang facts about…
I don't need to utilize my relatively
high brainpower to know that it might be easier said than done.
'Gangster 101', by Bella Swan. Today class,
we will go over the tendency of gang individuals to be extremely secretive as a
result of their chosen 'profession'. Please slip on your spy gear so we can
find innovative ways to try and bypass this innate, high capacity to withhold
information. Hand going up in the front row?
Withhold
sex.
Er, second row?
Tell
him you're withholding sex.
Sex, sex, sex! Third row?
You're
a sneaky bitch. Stop talking to yourself and figure it out.
And number 3 wins by a landslide for
blunt honesty. Bitch.
I hear his footfalls on the stairs and
snap myself out of my musings. Spying the pool table as he walks into the
kitchen causes a wicked smirk to stretch across my face… Oh yeah, that'll do.
I wipe the look off my face quickly as
he stops at the counter and raises a brow at me. I shrug and jab my fork to his
plate.
"Eat up." I order. He sits,
eyeing me curiously. I speak, wiggling my brows at him. He looks taken aback
for a second then smirks. "You know a Shadow Fang shouldn't trust food
laid out by a dot dot dot family member?"
His grin stretches wider at my omission
of the gang's name but he humors me with his usual control. "Yeah?"
he asks.
I nod vigorously. He breaks off a huge
forkful of lasagna and wolfs it down, looking gorgeous as ever in his fresh-out-the-shower
look. Wet, tousled hair, dark colors and sinful smile as he catches me eye him.
"A dot dot dot family member
wouldn't poison me when they had no way of getting out of here." he
retorts.
"Pshht." I swallow some coke
while he opens another beer and makes his way to the barstool again. "I'd
totally hotwire your car if I can't find the keys."
His eyes convey clearly the thrilling
amusement he's gets out of this answer. "Really?" he laughs
brilliantly at full force. "And you, of course, would know how to hotwire
a car."
"Hmm." I nod, donning my best
innocent look. I high-five myself internally when his eyes darken a little.
"You'd teach me, Shadow." I look at him through my lashes, dropping
my voice a little more.
He smirks, taking a deep breath and
letting it out through his nose. I feel my inner Bella whistle, Daaaamn
B, before he collects his shit.
"And all of this,” he taunts in
amusement, “ before I choke."
I smirk back. "Of course you would."
I know it's true. "If you knew I'd be stuck here, you totally would."
His megawatt grin does weird things to
me. He doesn't contest it. "Takes a shitload more than poison to kill me
piccola. (baby)"
"I'll keep that in mind." I
don't know why I'm teasing this man but I'm loving every second of it.
"Yeah?" he asks, popping a
forkful of lasagna in his mouth and chewing with a tauntingly sexy smirk.
"And who's going to save you when that doesn't work? Your savior's just
left Forks." He taps the ink on his arm reminding me Charlie's heading to
Seattle with two of his boys.
"No, he hasn't." I look right
at him. A small smile plays on my lips when I see him catch my meaning.
"Living in the shadows of hell—
Baby, the hero? No. I'm the bad guy." He's dead serious.
Yes.
But not to me.
I shrug, saying nothing.
"So your savior am I?" It
sounds unfathomable to him. He chuckles, his brows arched incredulously over
his amused eyes.
I smile and grab his plate, dumping his
and mine in the sink instead of answering. I feel him on my back, warm and
strong, towering over me. I take a calming breath before turning to face him.
"Edward?"
"What is it?" he asks, resting
his arms on either side of me without making contact with my body.
I have to keep my eyes shut so that I
can concentrate enough to go through with my plan. I feel his curious eyes on
me, burning into my skin. Then I bite the bullet.
"Play pool with me?"
At the look on his face I wish I had a
camera.
"Wha—? You want to shoot
pool?" he qualifies disbelievingly. "Now?"
Boy
if you only knew… Focus Bella. Focus!
"Yupp." I saunter past him to
the middle of the warehouse searching for the light switch. I hear him say 'higher
on the left' as he walks past me.
Finally finding the switch I flick on
the light with a smile as I hear him rack 'em up.
"Just one minor detail." I say
quietly.
Using the table for leverage I pull
myself up until I'm seated on the felt top, watching him roll the triangle to
its position. I swing my crossed legs over the edge offering him a view of the
gauze on my right thigh. Head lowered, strands of hair fall into his dark green
eyes as looks at me, his hands frozen on the triangle. I swear Edward looks at
me like he's going to eat me. He swallows. I grin internally.
"Go easy on me?" I ask
sweetly, handing him the cue.
His lips twitch and his eyes dance but
he nods as he takes it from me and walks around to my side so he can break. I
slide off brushing against him lightly before I step away. He shakes his head
and lets out a deep breath that makes me smirk on the inside again before
leaning over.
I watch the muscles of his extended arm
on the table, his tattoo and the wounds below it flexing with each movement
while he's lining up his shot. His eyes mentally cut the table with perfect
precision then he draws back and makes a clean break with a loud clap as the
balls make contact and fly in different directions all over the table.
Now I'm the one that needs to release
deep breaths.
One solid and one stripe drop into the
top pockets.
"Which you want?"
I hear him say 'want' and wanna say,
'All of it!' But thankfully I remember there is a purpose I've been placed here
for. God, I've been inside a church what, three times all my life? And now he'
making me biblically dramatic!
"Stripes." I say quickly
before I start appearing retarded.
I hear another crack as he knocks down
the next shot making the ball curl at the pocket and stop before falling in. As
promised he's going easy on me. He straightens up with a smirk, impish soft
gaze on me.
I grab a spare cue and walk around the
table to the white. I line up my shot then send the white towards my stripe
which rolls to the pocket but stops, never reaching it.
I look back at him and shrug. His eyes
are dancing with mirth but he says nothing. We repeat our process until he
finally he gives up and just sinks one of his shots. I throw
a tantrum!
"Bella, we're gonna be at this all
night at this rate." He doesn't hold back the husky laugh from his gut
this time at my lack of skill.
I bite back a beam. He looks so good
when he smiles. Carefree. I wish he'd do it more often. It almost makes me
forget my motive. Just not quite.
My annoying habits must be cute to this
one because he chuckles low under his breath but relents. " One. "
"'kay, and I get to ask you a
question for everyone that I get in. And I will get many!" I narrow my
eyes at him while turning on his sound system, daring him to call me a bad
player even though my last game sucked, hard!
"Whatever you want
Cappuccinetto." He hands me his cue to save time after breaking with a
solid pocketed followed by another one before he miscues for my benefit.
I snatch it from him while Breaking
Benjamin runs in the background.
"I'll go easy on you and use that
for my first question." I say.
Ignoring his cocky grin I walk to the
table bobbing my head to Lights Out. Finally dropping my act I slam my cue
forward knocking the stripe straight into the top right pocket and stand back
smugly when I see his stunned expression morph into a sinister grin as he
realizes I've just played him.
I wiggle my brows at him. "Why do
you call me a 'little cappuccino'?"
He throws his head back, fisting his
hands in his hair painfully tight, his body shakes from the force of his husky
laugh. "Diavolo, mi fai morire. (Fucking hell, you're killing me
baby.)" he groans with dark eyes.
~.~.~D&D chap11 cont~.~.~
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