La Tua Cantante
As usual, this will come in two parts: Edward's pov and Bella's, but the first is always Bella's. I got this idea from watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, when Angel got shot with a poisoned arrow and has to drink Buffy's blood to survive. This is pretty much mid-Eclipse and the Volturi infected Edward with a disease called "Distruzione" (Italian for "Destruction") which only affects vampires and he will die unless he drinks the blood of his la tua cantante, which is Bella. This is just more hardships for Edward and Bella to fight through, but as always, they fight it together and never give up.
There are some adult-themed situations, so unfortunately this fanfic will have to be rated Adult instead of Everyone. Sorry to my younger fans, but please, exercise caution when reading this fanfic. It will get extremely detailed.
9. Chapter 9: Intimacies
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When I finally woke up, Edward's hands were running all over my bare back, tracing it, memorizing it, and he was kissing my head. "Good morning, love," he whispered, tightening his arms around me.
"How'd you know I was awake?" I asked, tilting my head up to look at him.
He smiled slightly, "Your breathing patterns changed. They always do when you wake up."
"I don't snore, do I?" I asked, mortified.
"No." He chuckled, "You don't snore."
I chuckled and brushed my lips across his nipple before laying my head against his bare chest and he simply held me, both of us just enjoying the moment while it lasted.
After a moment, he said, softly, "I dreamed about you."
"What?" I looked at him and he nodded, with a slight smile.
"When I was infected with the Distruzione disease and I fell unconscious. I dreamed about you. It was...so amazing. I can't explain it. It was so beautiful."
"What did I do?" I asked, curiously.
"Nothing." He said, shaking his head, "Nothing...you just...held me...and assured me of your love for me. Never have I felt so wanted in my life."
"I beg to differ. What about last night?" I said, defensively, smirking.
"That was three nights ago, love, and touche." He said, smugly.
"Three nights?! Wow! I must have been pretty beat. Why didn't you wake me up?"
He shrugged, "I couldn't do it. You looked so peaceful." I smiled, but it faded instantaneously. "What?" He asked, urgently.
"What was it like?" I asked, "The...disease thing." I really didn't want to say it in Italian, knowing he'd laugh at me.
He closed his eyes and shook his head, "It was awful. I--can't really describe it. It was far more excruciating than the transformation into a vampire, that's for sure. It was almost as if every fiber of my being was exploding within me, one by one. Every cell of my body was slowly--painfully--destroying itself. And, I--I completely forgot who I was. I didn't know...anything anymore. All I knew was you and my love for you. Nothing else mattered; nothing else...existed. I heard...all the screams--" his voice cracked slightly with emotion, "--the screams of my former victims. Their screams for help...and no one helped them. No one showed them mercy. I felt their pain, their fear...it was all apart of me. A part that I have been trying to suppress for years, but no matter how hard I tried...I could never erase it. I never can. I was...nothing. I had become nothing...a worthless thing in a world that never wanted me."
I buried my face in his chest, kissing every inch of his chest and throat until I could no longer breathe, before laying my head against his shoulder and saying, with my voice trembling, "I'm so sorry...And...just so you know...I will always want you. Who cares what the world wants? My world...is you."
I felt him shrug, "It was nothing compared to the pain I felt for you. Compared to that pain, I would happily suffer both the pain from the transformation and the Distruzione disease combined on a daily basis."
"No!" I said, immediately, "I'm fine! Really."
I looked up at him, afraid he would try to pick another fight, but he merely traced the length of my waist with the back of his hand and said, softly, "Yes...you are. Thank God."
"And you." I reminded him, "If it weren't for you, I would've died for the twentieth time this year."
"Has it only been 20; I thought it was more like 40-50." He said, sarcastically.
"Oh, you know what; why don't you...bite it, smart-ass." I said, half-irritably, half-playfully.
He raised his eyebrows and said suggestively, "Bite what?"
I pointed playfully to my breastbone and he growled seductively, flipping me over and rolling us over several times, before pinning me down and lowering his head to my breastbone to lightly bite it.
I chuckled as he moved over, his teeth scraping across my nipple, and up my breast to the place where my collarbone dipped into the hollow of my throat, up to my jawbone, nibbling on it playfully, and then to my earlobe, which he nibbled on as well, moving it between his teeth from side to side, before growling my name into my ear.
I giggled and rolled him over. He placed his hands behind his head, as if for support, and stared up at me seductively as I straddled him.
I placed my hands on his six-pack, traced them slowly up to his pecs, and leaned past them to bend down and kiss him. He moved his hands to my waist, holding me in place, and pulling me down closer to deepen the kiss.
"I love you," I sighed into his mouth.
"Mm..." he responded, deepening the kiss even more, entwining our tongues.
When I finally collapsed weakly on top of him, literally incapable of continuing on, extremely breathless, he brushed the sweaty hair away from my face and kissed my sweaty forehead, not even minding the beads of sweat.
"You okay?' He asked, just as breathless as I was. I simply nodded, unable to answer out loud.
He rolled me over and placed one hand beside my head, supporting his weight with it. A drop of sweat rolled down the skin in between my breasts and he noticed it with a smirk. "Oh, my..."
He licked it off with the tip of his tongue, tracing his tongue all the way up to my lips, before sliding it into my mouth.
My hands were on his six-pack, clenching desperately around his distinctions, before I trailed them up his chest with great difficulty, up to his shoulders, around to his shoulder blades to pull him even closer to me.
"Why are you so beautiful?" He murmured, against my cheek, trailing his parted lips across it, closing his eyes, breathing raggedly against my skin.
I couldn't respond, but arched my back to intensify the kisses. He slid forward on top of me and moaned my name with great difficulty.
For the next several beautiful hours, we continued this; not stopping until I absolutely needed to stop, needing sleep. Our bodies were as one, our love as harmonious, and beautiful, and perfect as love could be. No greater love has ever existed. And, for once in my life, I felt truly beautiful. I felt like I did deserve Edward, despite how much better than me he was. Like we truly belonged with one another. Like we were made for each other. I was born for him and he for me. No doubt in my mind that he was my one true love, my soulmate, my destiny--my only chance for happiness.
I woke up to Edward gently shaking me awake. "Bella? Bella, wake up."
I shifted, nestling closer into him, burying my face in his chest, and protested, stubbornly, "Mm-mm."
"Bella, I'm sorry to wake you, love, but we have to go. Come on. We need to go home."
"Mm," I protested, shaking my head, "I'm too tired."
He kissed my head and chuckled softly, "Okay...I'll carry you home...go on and sleep, love."
I felt him stand up, carrying me, and immediately obliged nestling into his cold chest. The cold felt so good against my wounds and burns from Jacob.
I was desperate to be closer to Edward, but I was too tired to try. I tightened my arms around his neck, kissed his nipple lightly, and fell into the luring depths of sleep.
When I woke up again, I was lying on Edward's bed, and he was right beside me, simply staring at me. "Hi." I said, before stretching and rolling over, arching my back as I did so.
"Are you really awake this time?" He asked, almost suspiciously.
I furrowed my eyebrows, confused, "Yes...why?" He knew I talked in my sleep; why did he seem so shocked by it?
He shook his head, "You don't wanna know."
"Tell me," I insisted, "What happened; what did I say?"
He snorted and said, "It's not what you said...per se...more like what you did."
I groaned, "What did I do?"
"First, tell me something...did you...were you having a sex dream about me?"
"What?!" I asked, frantically, "NO! I didn't have a--" Wait a minute! I was so tired after everything; there was a slight possibility that I might have had a sex dream. Damn it. "Oh, God," I mumbled, burying my face into the pillow. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
I slammed my head repeatedly against the pillow. "Bella," Edward reprimanded, restraining me now so I couldn't do it again, "Honey, it's okay. It is. I'm not mad. Believe me, I am most definitely not mad." He said, suggestively.
"What are you talking about?! OW!" I made to lift my head, but hit it against the headboard.
"Damn it, Bella!" Edward sighed, impatiently, now examining my head, "Here; let me check the stitches."
"Stitches?!" I asked, trying to raise my head, but he pushed it back down. "Why do I have stitches?"
"From Jacob!" He said, bitterly through his teeth.
"Bella, would you be quiet for a moment, please? I'm not as skilled at this as Carlisle is; I have to concentrate."
I immediately shut up and allowed him to work, cringing and gasping every so often.
After a moment, he said, "You'll be fine. Stitches didn't break. Bella, you have got to be more careful. You can't afford anymore injuries right now."
"Sorry," I whispered as he sat back.
He sighed and pulled me into his arms, kissing me softly, before tucking my head beneath his chin and merely holding me. "It's not your fault. You don't do it on purpose." He kissed my head before resting his cheek against it.
"So...what did I do?" I asked, after awhile.
I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, "Not much...you...started having sex with me, and at first, I thought you had just woken up. It started leading to more than just kissing almost immediately, but you kept collapsing against me and freezing in the middle of kisses and stuff. I finally figured out you were still asleep and I laughed so hard, I'm surprised you didn't wake up from it."
Internal groan. "Gee, thanks for that."
He chuckled once and kissed my temple softly. "Mm...sorry. Can't help[ it. You're just so cute."
I smiled, "Oh, yeah?"
"Oh, yeah." He said, making me laugh.
I hid my face in his chest, inhaling his scent, and sighed, "Ugh, I need to take a shower. I don't want to get up."
"Well, if it helps, everyone's out hunting--even Emmett went again. We have some clothes here for you. I could give you some assistance, if needs be." He said, releasing me slightly.
"In that case, I could do a bath. Do we have time?"
"All the time in the world, love." He murmured, against my neck, as he kissed it. "All...the time...in the world." He inhaled deeply as he brought his lips up to mine, kissing me softly.
I pulled away, biting my bottom lip slightly, and ran my hand down his chest, resting it on the triangular shape between his pecs, tracing circles in it. He looked down and raised his eyebrows. I smirked and leaned in to kiss his neck.
"I approve." I said, with a chuckle.
He shifted so that we could get up, and helped me up. It wasn't until the covers were gone that I realized I was still naked, as was he.
"Uh-oh. Did I do this?" I asked, nervously.
"Nah," he shook his head, "I just didn't have the heart to redress you...but, no one saw you. I made sure of that."
I rolled my eyes, "You are such a guy!"
"Told you," he said, with a chuckle, now picking me up and running us to the bathroom, causing me to shriek in delight.
- Chapter 1: Something Wrong
- Chapter 2: Your Blood
- Chapter 3: Bloodlust
- Chapter 4: Appreciation
- Chapter 5: Proposal
- Chapter 6: Fear
- Chapter 7: Instability
- Chapter 8: Strength
- Chapter 9: Intimacies
- Chapter 10: Overwhelmed
- Chapter 11: Third Time's a Charm
- Chapter 12: Daring
- Chapter 13: Weakness
- Chapter 14: First Night
- Chapter 15: The Civil War
- Chapter 16: Scared
- Chapter 17: Dealings
- Chapter 18: Unrepentance
- Chapter 19: Comfort
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