Taste of Innocence Chapter 4
I blinked, not quite sure I’d heard what the hell I thought I’d just heard her say. She won’t eat humans? What the fuck did she plan on eating then, Brussels sprouts? I would have to find some other way to feed her? What the hell was I, a damn waiter? Edward, bring me the duck? Fuck the duck and fuck this bullshit. It was time for Bella to start cooperating with me.
I looked at her, standing in nothing but my t-shirt, looking positively delectable with her curly hair tumbling over her shoulders. She looked like she’d just been well and truly fucked, which would have been had it not been for that cockblocking corpse and my own fucking stupidity. But no, instead of being sexually sated I was hard as a rock and I felt like what must be the start of a tension headache forming. I had not had a headache since before I died but an hour with Bella and I found out that vampires could indeed get them. How fucking joyous.
Maybe I had misheard her. Maybe sexual frustration was making me hallucinate. That had to be the answer because surely she didn’t truly think that she could forego the vampire diet. “What did you say?”
She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, lifting them to new tantalizing heights. Venom started to well in my mouth at the sight before me. The movement served to lift the t-shirt even higher; it was just barely covering her ass. I wanted her. Now.
“I said that I’m not going to kill humans so you’d have to find another way to feed me.” Fuck, I had heard her correctly. What had I done to deserve such a contrary woman? Well you took an innocent girl’s life, did you expect her to just say thank you and fuck you into oblivion? Yes, stupid fucking inner voice, I expected exactly that.
Alright then, I would just have to deal with her. She didn’t understand a damn thing about being a vampire, after all. Give her a little time to adjust and I was sure she would see the light. I crossed my arms, mirroring her gesture, and asked, “What, pray tell, do you think you’re going to eat then?” She had all the fucking answers, apparently, so let her tell me what I was going to serve her. As if I would ever serve anybody. Sorry, Bella, not even you.
Confusion clouded her face for a second before it brightened again. She was really quite beautiful and I wanted to kiss her. Hell, I wanted to do a lot fucking more than that but I would settle for just a kiss. “I can do what Angel did!” Angel? What the fuck did an angel have to do with anything?
“Bella, I don’t know how you’ve equated vampires with angels but we don’t have wings or play fucking harps, okay? Angels don’t drink blood either.” At least I didn’t think so, who the fuck knew? It’s not like angels were a part of my dark existence.
She rolled her eyes and I had to resist the urge to bite her right on her stubborn little chin. Fuck she was sexy when she was being impertinent. What the hell was wrong with me? Why did I want her so badly? Clearly it was because I couldn’t have her right now. Once I had her again I’d be free of this weird spell she’d woven around me. Yes, that was the key; I just needed to fuck her out of my system.
“Angel is not an angel, he’s a vampire.” Wait, what the fuck? She knew another vampire? How in the hell did this girl meet two vampires in her very short lifetime? And if she knew another vampire, why was she so damn confused about what we were?
“How do you know this Angel?” Clearly he hadn’t fucked her but I didn’t like the thought of another vampire around her anyway. We were hardly known for our restraint. How had he not killed her?
Bella giggled and I felt rage welling again. What was she laughing at? “I don’t know Angel; I’ve seen him on TV.” Alright, this was fucking weird. Vampires didn’t appear on television, the Volturi would not allow something like that to go unpunished.
“Bella, what the fuck are you talking about?” I wanted to know who this fucker was and why she was all excited talking about him. I’d kill him if he even thought about taking her from me.
“Don’t you watch TV? You have that huge one downstairs, for crying out loud! Haven’t you ever heard of Buffy the Vampire Slayer?” I stared at her, the words spilling out of her kissable lips not making any sense to me.
“Wait a fucking minute. You’re talking about a character on a television program?”
“Yes! Buffy is classic! It was this really cool show I watched in the late 90’s and early 2000’s.”
What did a television program have to do with our reality? And seriously, what the fuck kind of names were Buffy and Angel? Who watched this shit? Bella, apparently. “And this show was about a vampire killer?” I wanted to laugh, what kind of creature did they think could kill vampires?
“A slayer! She was the chosen one; a human girl born with these special powers that allowed her to kill vampires and demons. She did kung fu and stuff. How could you not have seen the show?” Maybe because I was busy having a fucking life and not being lame as all hell?
“So, this Buffy killed vampires? How?”
She threw up her arms, getting all sorts of excited talking about this lameass TV show. “By running a stake through their heart of course!” Oh my fucking God, kill me now. Hollywood and their ridiculous fucking notions of vampires.
I raised an eyebrow. “And I suppose these vampires couldn’t go out in the daytime or they’d burn, right?”
She nodded vigorously. “Right. So at night Buffy and her friends Willow and Xander would patrol and take out the bad vampires.” Right, the bad vampires. I rolled my eyes at this ridiculousness. And again with the fucking names.
“What the fuck kind of names are Willow, Xander, Buffy and Angel? Who comes up with this shit?” I demanded; my irritation with the situation clear in my tone.
She put her hands on her tiny hips and glared at me. “Joss Whedon, he’s a genius. I won’t have you disparaging him!” I bit back a laugh as she got all puffed up over her silly little show. It was really quite adorable, despite, or maybe because of, its ridiculousness.
“Okay, so they kill the bad vampires. Do I take this to mean there are good vampires as well?” That would be a refreshing change.
Her eyes got all dreamy and I wanted to punch something. “Oh, yes, Angel’s a good vampire. Well, most of the time anyway. He was very evil but then he got a soul.” I couldn’t contain my laughter anymore; it came out loud and long at this vampire with a soul. I saw that Bella was getting quite upset at my reaction but I couldn’t help myself.
“So tell me, Bella,” I choked between laughs. “What makes Angel a good vampire?” Angel, what a stupid ass name for a vampire.
“I’m not going to bother telling you if you don’t stop laughing,” she huffed in frustration. I wanted to hear more so I worked hard to rein in my mirth. It wasn’t easy though. I looked at her expectantly as she waited until I was completely quiet again. “For one thing, he fought the vampires with Buffy.” I nodded soberly, not allowing my amusement to slip free. “For another, he didn’t drink from humans, except once when he was badly injured and Buffy let him drink from her,” she paused a second. “That was actually pretty hot but he nearly killed her.” I just bet he did.
Since this television show had apparently defined Bella’s view of vampires, I had to ask about Angel’s diet. “So if he didn’t drink from humans, what did he drink?”
She smiled at me, glad that I was taking an interest I guess. “He got blood from blood banks and the butcher!” she announced with a triumphant air.
I really had no clue how to respond to this insanity. “How did he arrange that?”
“Well he had a deal with the butcher,” she said. “That we probably couldn’t do.” Yeah, I didn’t fucking think I could just walk up to a butcher and ask him to keep all his animal blood for me. It might raise a red flag or a few dozen. “I think he stole from the blood bank a time or two? I don’t really remember and it seems awful to do that but it’s better than the alternative, right?” No, it was not fucking better than the alternative. Nothing was better than hot human blood passing through your lips and down into your throat. The taste, the power…fuck it was intoxicating.
I shook off the hunger that thought had created and focused back on the naïve girl in front of me. How to get through to her? “Bella, sweetheart, I highly doubt you’d find stored, cold human blood to your liking. Part of the appeal is the heat.” That was just a small part of the reason but I thought it would be the one she would find most palatable.
Her brow furrowed for a minute but then she smiled. “We could microwave it! You have one, right?” Oh for Christ’s sake, she wanted to microwave her blood? What the fuck had I done?
I had to nip this in the bud. “Bella, I don’t think…”
She put her hand on my arm and I felt the buzz of that connection that hummed between us every time we touched. Fuck. “Please, Edward, can you at least try? If it doesn’t work, we can try something else.” Try something else like actually fucking drinking from a human like we were meant to? Why must she fight her nature? Why must she make me want to actually do what she asked? I was so fucking pussy whipped. I knew I was going to agree to it.
“Why can’t you just accept who you are?” I put my hands in my hair and tugged in frustration. Just because I was going to give in didn’t mean I couldn’t fight her on it. I enjoyed making her squirm. I wanted to make her squirm in other more fun ways but she was being completely uncooperative.
“I am accepting who I am!” she shouted, stomping around the room, her hair flying behind her as she paced like a caged animal. Fuck her anger elevated her from cute and sexy to downright gorgeous. She whirled around to face me, her crimson eyes snapping with fire. I literally felt my cock stand at attention as I saw her in all her glory. She stepped toward me and jabbed her finger into my chest. “I’m Bella fucking Swan and I’m not going to change for you or anybody else!”
I couldn’t stop myself; I doubted I would have if I could. My hand reached out, buried itself in that thick brown hair as I yanked her lips to mine. Her mouth clashed with my own as our bodies crashed together. I couldn’t get close enough to her. I don’t know what it is about this girl but I had to fucking have her. Her sassy mouth, which should piss me off, turns me on even more than her beautiful face and her sexy body. I am a fucking masochist, clearly.
I fell back on the bed as Bella’s body covered my own, her lips meeting mine with all that passion she’d shown moments earlier. I couldn’t really blame her for not wanting to lose the person she’d been; after all I’d found that person fascinating enough to want to keep with me for a potentially endless amount of time. I didn’t really want her to change, but a little fucking compromising would be nice.
And why the fuck was I worrying about that when I had her lips on mine exactly? Focus, you stupid fucker. Right, then. My hands dove under the t-shirt to finally touch that silky skin I’d been fantasizing about for three solid days. She was steel underneath but soft on the outside. I traced my fingers up the curve of her spine and she pushed further into me, a moan passing from her lips into my own.
I rolled us over so that I could look down upon her lovely form below me. I moved my hands around the front and cupped her breasts with them. Perfect fucking handfuls. I wanted to suck and chew on them. Bella bucked below me, seeking friction where our hips met. I was thrilled to comply with her request, pushing my cock against her. Finally!
I released one of Bella’s breasts to bring my hand down to my jeans and flicked the button open. I could have her now. I would fucking have her now. Bella thrust against me and rolled us, apparently wanting to be on top. I was completely in favor of watching her ride me from above.
Neither of us had judged where we were on the bed though and we landed on the floor with thundering crash. I didn’t much fucking care and started to tug on my zipper when Bella screamed and yanked herself away from me. What the fuck?
She backed away from me, pain and terror on her face. “Bella, what’s wrong?” Jesus Christ, was I going to get laid in this century? What now? I hadn’t said or done anything to fucking piss her off this time. She shook her head and pointed towards the corner. Holy flying fuck, she had to be shitting me! Jacob fucking cockblocker Black. We fell next to his fucking body and somehow his arm had landed on Bella’s back. Even fucking dead he was a god damn stalker pervert, trying to cop a feel on my Bella. I was going to dismember his ass and flush little bits of him down the toilet.
Bella scrambled away, backing into the center of the room. “Bella, love, he can’t hurt you. He’s dead.” She sobbed at my words. Fucking crap. What was with this aversion to dead bodies? My fantasies of fucking her next to our victims were clearly not going to come true. “Come on, let’s get out of this room, it’ll make you feel better.” I spoke in my most soothing voice and she nodded and got to her feet. I bit back a groan at the gorgeous length of leg in front of me as I still sat on the floor.
Bella bent over and I felt my cock get even harder at the glimpse of her tight little ass in front of me. I didn’t bite back the groan this time and Bella jumped as she realized the view she’d just given me. I watched in dismay as she pulled her jeans from the night I met her back on, effectively cutting off my plan of fucking her on the couch downstairs. Her panties were in my drawer of treasures and I wasn’t about to give them back to her, she’d just have to go commando.
She went downstairs and I got up to follow her but not before I kicked Jacob’s fucking corpse one more time. Asshole. I could not hate anything more than I hated that son of a bitch at this moment. Since I was apparently going to have to venture out to find Bella some blood, I’d kill two birds with one stone and get rid of the loser. He’d cockblocked me for the last fucking time. I heard a satisfying crunch as my foot connected with his face and I snickered. At least that made me feel slightly better. Too bad he couldn’t die again though; I would have loved to inflict some real pain on his perverted ass.
Since sex was off the table, fucking yet again, I pulled a shirt out of my closet, hunter green which set off my hair very nicely if I did say so myself. I paused in the mirror to admire my reflection before I headed downstairs to Bella. She was curled up on the end of the couch actually smiling at the television.
“What…” I started to ask when she turned to me and bestowed her lovely smile in my direction.
“Buffy!” she shrieked, pointing at the TV screen. Oh my God, I went from near sex to that fucktarded show she was talking about earlier? What the fuck had I done so wrong in life to deserve this shit? Okay, so I’d killed a lot of people but surely all this cockblocking and sexual deprivation was enough atonement for that.
“I thought you said this show ended last decade?” Surely they’d come out with new shows since then.
“They did but it’s in syndication! It’s just starting, sit down!” And because I am a fucking whipped pussy, I plopped down next to my girl. Apparently I was going to learn how to be a vampire from the television. Almost a century of living had taught me nothing.
I burst out laughing as a tiny blond girl appeared in the credits. “That’s supposed to be the big, bad slayer?” She was smaller than Bella was.
“Yes, she’s super strong though.” Right. I sighed and refrained from making comments as I watched the little girl kick the shit out of guys three times her size. A geeky looking dude, an old guy and a red-haired girl appeared, along with a pretty fucking hot brunette.
“Who’s that?” Hey, if I had to watch this shit at least there were some good looking chicks. Buffy was pretty sexy despite the hilarity of her supposedly being able to kill vampires.
“Cordelia,” Bella’s voice dripped with disdain. Ha, she didn’t like her. This could be fun after all.
“She’s hot,” I pointed out.
“Whatever, she’s mostly useless and a total bitch.”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “She’s still fucking hot.” Bitchy girls were fun to bang now and then. They usually got all fucking attached and clingy though. Girls and their fucking facades, acting like they don’t give a fuck but then the instant you try to leave they’re all over your ass. Bella scowled at me and crossed her arms again.
Her scowl melted into a smile though when some guy appeared at the end of the credits. He was all broody and shit…ahhh David Boreanaz as Angel. So this was the mother fucker she was referencing. The vampire with a soul; should be fascinating. At least he was relatively decent looking, I was afraid the wimpy guy was the vampire. That would fucking irritate me to no end.
The show started with blondie wandering through a grave yard and I snorted. Of course, vampires had to dig their way out of their graves. Nothing remotely fucking cliché about that shit. Bella shushed me and turned back toward the screen as the new vamp climbed out of the ground and promptly started kung fuing all over the grave yard. Jesus Christ. So vampires just magically wake up and know karate? Or is everyone in this town a secret fucking ninja?
I started to point out how fucking retarded that was but Bella told me to shut the hell up. That was really kind of hot too. I should buy her this stupid show on DVD if it was going to bring out the sassy. Blond girl with the horrible name, Buffy, pulled out her stupid ass wooden stake and drove it though the ninja vampires heart and he turned to fucking dust. Holy shit, could they cram anymore vampire stereotypes into three minutes of programming or what?
The next scene had Buffy at fucking high school? “Okay, she kills vampires at night and goes to high school in the day?”
“Yes, she has to maintain the appearance of being a normal girl.” Why? Why not fucking tell the world she’s a damn superhero and bask in the glory? Stupid fucking show. The red head and the nerdy boy were all up on Buffy’s ass, following her around and fawning over her. They seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time in the library.
“Why are they in the library instead of class?”
“Because Giles is the librarian.” Giles? Another fucked up name. The older dude from the credits came on screen and I deduced he must be Giles. He started yammering about the Hell Mouth that Sunnydale was on and some ancient vampire that was trapped beneath the ground. Holy fuck.
“So why is this Giles guy aware of Buffy’s secret?” I can’t help it, I’m curious.
“He’s her watcher, of course.” Right, because I should have known that.
“What the fuck is a watcher?”
She sighed impatiently as I drew her attention from the show. “A watcher is like a trainer, I guess. He teaches her and works out with her and helps her research demons and lore and stuff.” Well, that should have been fucking obvious, clearly. Her tone hinted at my being a dumbass and it was really starting to piss me off.
I was about to change the fucking channel, just to set her off, when the hot brunette came strolling into the library. Well, this was more like it! Hello, Cordelia. She took a couple of pretty funny shots at the dork and then snarked on Buffy before heading back out of the library. She was in some tight reddish sweater dress and her ass was prettily on display when she turned. I decided not to change the channel after all.
They formulated some sort of plan to trap the bad vampire’s minions that apparently involved them going to some club. Well, at least Buffy looked pretty hot in a black halter top and black leather jacket. I pointed that out to Bella and she smiled. “Angel gave her that jacket.” Of course he did. Hey, she was wearing my t-shirt, where was the fucking appreciation over that?
Then that pussy vampire appeared on the screen, standing over next to pool table and watching Buffy like she was going to be his dessert. This show would be like a billion times more interesting if that was the case. Buffy sees him and goes all gooey and they have a pretty hot make out session in a dark corner. Okay, that was pretty fucking hot, not going to lie. I slid a little closer to Bella and put my arm around her. Maybe I can get a little action out of her if she likes this Angel guy enough. I smile when she leans into my arm. Yep, I’m totally buying this show for her.
Sadly, they have to stop making out when some of the ninja vampires show up. I laughed when Angel got punched in the face, I just couldn’t help it. Bella just glared at me as a bunch of ass-kicking went on. Angel did ice a few vampires rather impressively but his face got all fucked up.
“What’s the deal with his face?”
“That’s how vampires look when they’re feeding or fighting,” Bella announced matter-of-factly. I scowled at that fucking bullshit. Why do they have to be ugly when they’re doing what vampires do? Fucking racist show.
Buffy went home and her mom was waiting up for her, yelling at her about being out too late on a school night. “Her mom doesn’t know that she’s a slayer?” That word was so ridiculous, by the way. Slayer. What the fuck ever.
“Not yet. She does find out later in the show but right now she just thinks Buffy’s a bit of a delinquent.” I heard the adoration for this stupid show in Bella’s voice. God she had bad taste. Well, except when it came to men, of course. Then her taste was impeccable.
Buffy stomped up to her room and pulled on some skimpy night clothes. Alright, that’s more like it. There was tapping at her window and in came Angel. I ran my thumb along the back of Bella’s neck, prepared for some more sexy times. They made out but there was no real payoff. That sucked.
“Why didn’t they fuck?” I demanded, irritated that I had to get visually as well as physically cockblocked. What had my life become?
Bella turned to me then, her eyes all bright and excited. “For a couple reasons. She’s a virgin, for one thing, so they don’t rush the physical aspect of their relationship. They do sleep together, in season two, but…” her voice broke off and her face looked impossibly sad. I caressed her cheek; I didn’t like seeing her look like that.
“What is it, baby?”
“Well, I told you he has a soul, right?” I nodded, refraining from rolling my eyes. I deserved a fucking medal for not doing it, too. “See, Angel was a really bad vampire for a long time. His name was Angelus then.” Angelus? Was she shitting me? I bit my tongue and waited for her to continue. “He slaughtered most of this group of gypsies so the remaining ones put a curse on him.” Holy fuck, it did get more and more ridiculous every time she told me another thing about this fucking show.
“Anyway, the curse gave him back his soul and it could only be broken when he had a moment of true happiness.” Her lip actually fucking trembled over the damn show. Unbelievable. “So, when he and Buffy make love, on her birthday, he has that moment of happiness. While they’re sleeping, his soul goes away and he’s back to being Angelus again. He’s incredibly cruel to her in the morning and she doesn’t know what’s wrong. They end up having to battle at the end of the season and just as Willow restores his soul…”she broke off and shook her head sadly.
“What?” Why the hell did I even care? Jesus, this was stupid.
“Buffy kills him. She had to because he opened up this portal and this evil guy was going to come out.” There were no words, truly. Instead of even trying to pretend that that was not the dumbest fucking thing I’d ever heard, I just kissed her forehead and was rewarded with a beautiful smile that lit her whole face. Totally worth not ripping that stupidity to shreds.
Bella turned back to the TV and got back into the show. “But in season three he comes back after Buffy drops the ring he gave her in the tomb where he died. He returns from hell and eventually they reunite for awhile.” She sounds so fucking happy about this fact that I don’t point out that there is no fucking way that you return from hell just because a loved one drops your ring where you died. Let her have her delusions.
On screen, Buffy and Angel are wandering through some park that appears to be right next to the fucking graveyard, which really makes sense from a city planning standpoint. Jesus. They come up to some guy with spiky white blond hair and a nutty looking chick with really red lips. They’re quite pale so I suppose that they’re vampires as well. “Who are they?”
“Spike and Drucilla. They were friends of Angel’s when he was bad.” Of course they were; Spike, Angelus and Drucilla had all the makings of a fine band of merry fucking vampires. These names! Then again, what did I expect from some guy named Joss?
There was all sorts of verbal baiting for awhile and then Buffy and Angel just left. “Um, if she’s the slayer, why the hell isn’t she slaying them?”
Bella shrugged. “I don’t know, they kept them around as nemesis for awhile but later Spike falls in love with Buffy.” Okay, seriously? My finger hovered over the off button again. “They have some really good hate sex for awhile.” Hate sex? I could get on board with that. I decided not to turn it off after all.
“What season does that happen?” Hey, if I’m going to get her the show, I may as well get her the episodes that might hold a little appeal for me.
“Six, why?”
“No reason.” I plan to surprise her with my present, maybe I’d actually give her a gift that she appreciated for once.
The show ended with some more slaying and Bella turned to me eagerly. “What did you think?”
How best to put this? I didn’t want to crush her happiness so I decided to lie. “It was okay. I mean, I think the names are all terrible and the whole ninja vampire thing was funny.” She frowned. “But the girls were pretty good looking and it’s clear that they put a lot of thought into the show.” If thought included going to every vampire story ever written and throwing all the clichés together that is. She smiled though so clearly I’d said the right thing.
“It’s a great show.” I laughed but didn’t take away her illusions.
“So tell me, Bella, do you think that this show has taught you anything about being a vampire? Do you think we’re actually like they show on TV?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for instance, do you feel like you suddenly have a black belt in karate?” I couldn’t help it, that shit was absolutely hilarious to me.
Her little face scrunched up as she actually pondered my question. “No,” the brown curls shook with the movement of her head and this time I gave in to the urge to wrap one around my finger.
“Do you think that when I bite people fangs come out and my face gets all fucked up?”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “I don’t really know, though, I didn’t see what happened when you bit me.”
“Our teeth are razor sharp. We don’t have fangs and our faces most assuredly don’t get bumpy and fucking nasty like that. Do you think I could ever be ugly?”
She laughed and the sound of it was intoxicating to me. “On the inside or the outside?” I smiled at the fucking insightfulness of that question and tugged on the curl.
“Everybody can be ugly on the inside, given the right motivation. But on the outside?”
She ran her eyes over me and I gave her a lazy grin. “Alright, no, you’re incapable of looking ugly,” she admitted grudgingly. Delighted, I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and pulled away before she could get pissy about it.
“And do you think we burn up in the sun?”
She shrugged. “How would I know? I haven’t been outside yet.”
I smiled. “True. Well I can assure you that we don’t burn up in the sun. We…sparkle.” I cringed at that revelation, for surely it was just as retarded as some of the vampire lore in her beloved show.
Her face scrunched up in confusion. “Sparkle? Why in the hell would we sparkle?”
“I don’t know; something about having no blood in our veins. Our body crystallizes or some damn thing. Nobody ever explained it to me other than to tell me to stay out of sunlight when people could see me. We look ridiculous.” I reached out and stroked her cheek. “Well, you wouldn’t. I’m sure you’d look lovely in any light.” Her eyes dropped and she looked embarrassed. I bet she’d be blushing if she was still a human.
“What about holy water and garlic?” She asked, looking up at me through her gorgeous long eyelashes.
“Garlic smells funny and holy water makes us wet. And not the good kind of wet, either,” I leered at her and she pulled away from me.
“And what about the blood thing?”
“What about it?” I was confused as to what she was asking.
“Do you think what Angel does, drinking animal blood or getting human blood from the blood bank, will work?” She looked so hopeful. I didn’t think that shit would work but if she wanted to give it a try, who was I to rain on her parade? I wanted her to be happy.
“I don’t know; I’ve never tried it.” Never saw the point and still didn’t fucking see why she felt the need to.
“Would you?” Hell to the fucking no. Why would I?
“Why do you ask?”
“I just thought, maybe, you might try it with me. You know, to be supportive.” Jesus Christ, wasn’t I being supportive enough by going out to get her the damn blood to try?
I eyed her suspiciously. “Is it just for that reason or are you trying to make me stop killing people too?” She looked away and I knew I had her. “Look, Bella, I get that you have some aversion to the idea of killing people. That’s your thing and that’s just fine for you. Don’t expect me to change who I am for you. You said you weren’t going to change for me, so why should I do so? I like who I am.” And that was fucking that.
“That’s fine,” she shrugged, looking entirely too disinterested for my liking.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing, you can do whatever you want.” Damn right I could. Damn right I would. I’d been doing my own thing for a long time now.
“Great.”
She looked up at me from those damn lowered lashes again. Fuck, did she know what that did to me? “It’s just that…” she broke off and looked away.
I reached forward and tilted her face back towards mine; I didn’t want to be deprived of the sight of her. “What?”
She bit her lip. “I don’t think that I can be with you…you know, be with you, knowing that you’re killing humans.”
WHAT? “Are you telling me you’re not going to have sex with me if I don’t join your ridiculous diet plan?” This could not fucking be happening to me. God had one sick fucking sense of humor, let me tell you.
“Yes,” she nodded resolutely. “That’s what I’m saying.” Fuck that, she would be mine. I’d make her want me if it was last thing I ever did.
I put my hand on her knee and felt her tense below me. I traced circles there, making them gradually larger until I was halfway up her inner thigh. “You think you can resist me?” My voice was a sexy purr that never failed me. Her mouth opened and her little tongue darted out to wet her lips. Her nod was far less sure this time around.
I leaned forward and put my lips barely an inch from hers. I smiled my patented panty dropping smile and she closed her eyes. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?” I gave her a soft kiss and she whimpered as my hand found the zipper of her jeans, tracing lines up and down it gently. She moaned but didn’t pull away. I removed my hand and brought it back up to her cheek. Her eyes flashed open, confusion and arousal clear as day in them. “Game on, Bella Swan.”
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