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A "Dazzling Game"

Summary:
What if the tables were turned. What if Bella was the one doing the "dazzling"? Just a fun story that popped into my head. Please tell me what you think!!


Notes:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of the talented Stephenie Meyer.


1. The Dazzled

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As I started to wake up, I heard his perfect angel’s voice in my ear.

“Good morning, love,” he whispered in my ear

I smiled; I loved it when he called me love. As my eyelids fluttered open, I saw his gorgeous face, just inches from mine. His coal black eyes bore into mine, and I was dazzled. I groaned.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. There was a smug smile on his face. He knew perfectly well what was wrong. He had me hooked, I couldn’t look away.

“You know perfectly well,” I told him, not amused.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I couldn’t resist.” He was wearing my favorite crooked smile. My breath caught in my throat. He took advantage of my speechlessness.

His mouth was on mine in an instant. His lips were unrelenting and urgent. Not in the way that scared me. No, this urgent was good. He pulled me closer to him so that I could feel every curve of his body on mine. I put my hands in his hair and he did the same to me. Then, all too soon, I needed to come up for air. He noticed that I was running out of breath and pulled back just an inch to stare into my face. We were both breathing heavy.

“What’s the occasion,” I asked, still breathless.

“I need a special occasion to kiss the most beautiful woman in the world?” He questioned, the crooked smile returning to his face.

“No Mr. Cullen, you may kiss me whenever you want,” I told him.

“Thank you, Miss Swan.” As he said this, he trailed kisses down the side of my neck. “How would you feel about staying over this weekend?” He asked.

“I would love to,” I told him.

“Good, because your stuff is already at the house. I took it there last night when I went home to change.”

“That was quite bold of you Mr. Cullen, I might not have said yes,” I told him, trying to use my best British accent.

“Even if you had Miss Swan, I would have persuaded you otherwise,” he told me, mimicking my accent, only his sounded real. Again, his coal black eyes mesmerized me and I was unable to look away. If I had said no, which of course I would never do, he would most certainly be able to change my mind.

“Not fair,” I pouted. I hated that he had such an advantage over me.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he apologized. He looked smug though, knowing that he had this control over me.

I groaned and pushed away from him. Just as I sat up, he caught me around the waist.

“Where do you think you are going?” He asked. He had sat up next to me and was whispering in my ear.

I twisted my body so that I could look at him. “I’m not the one who’s leaving, you are,” I informed him.

“What?” He asked, looking bewildered.

“Well, if you are not going to play fair, then you have to leave,” I teased. “Besides, your eyes are black. If I am going to stay over all weekend, then I want you to be well fed.

“As you wish,” he told me, letting go of my waist. He got up to leave through the window when I stopped him.

I crossed my arms across my chest and raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked him.

“I don’t think so,” he said. He pretended like he was thinking really hard about what he could be forgetting. “I have my jacket, my wallet…”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” I reprimanded him.

“Ah, I did forget something,” he said. He walked back over to me. He took my face between his hands and leaned in to kiss me. I tried my hardest to keep my hands at my sides, but they had a mind of there own. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss lasted for a moment longer, and then he pulled away and breathed in my ear, “Until later.” He kissed me on the forehead and left out my window.

I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. After I had changed, I went downstairs to get breakfast. I was surprised to see that Charlie was home. I remembered back to a few minutes ago. If Charlie had known what was going on… I shivered; I couldn’t bear to think of what he would have done to Edward, not that it would hurt him.

“Oh, hey dad, I though you were going fishing today,” I said.

“No, I’m going up to Billy’s later to see the game,” he told me. “I hear you have big plans.

“Do I?” I asked. I wanted to know what my story was for going to the Cullen’s this weekend.

“Alice called ten minutes ago. The boys are going camping, so she wanted to know if you could come over.”

“Oh, right, I forgot about that,” I lied. “I guess I had better get going,” I told him.

“Okay Bells, have fun. I’ll see you Monday.”

I went upstairs to grab a bag. I put a couple of essentials in it that Edward had forgotten. Then, I went back downstairs and said goodbye to Charlie.

I got in my truck and I drove out to Edward’s house. Finally, I found the turn, and drove down the long winding path. As soon as I cut the engine, Emmett ran out of the house and opened my door.

“Hey Bella, what took you so long?” He boomed.

“Sorry if I drive a little slow for your taste,” I told him. I hated when he made fun of my truck. I loved it, even if it was big and hulking. He started laughing. I tried to elbow him out of my way.

“Not so fast,” he told me. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. The movement knocked the breath out of me.

“Emmett, put me down!” I yelled at him. I was pounding his back, not that I was hurting him. He put me down in the living room. I hadn’t even realized that we had gone anywhere.

“Thanks,” I told him. I hated when he did that.

“No problem,” he told me, ruffling my hair.

“Emmett!” I yelled. He started to roar with laughter. “Ha, that's very funny.”

“Emmett, you’re getting off track,” Alice reprimanded.

“What did I miss?” I asked, puzzled.

“Well,” Alice started. She seemed very excited. She could barely stand still. “You know how Edward has total control over you when he “dazzles” you?”

“Don’t remind me,” I grumbled.

“We have a way you can get him back,” she told me.

“I’m listening,” I said, intrigued………………….