Bella's Naughty Idea
Bella: "It occurred to me that there was another way to let you taste my blood, without dying, and without needles. And I think I might like it too."
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. Alas. Setting: Between Eclipse and Breaking Dawn I know many of you must be unsatisfied with Stephenie Meyer's response to the question about Bella's period. Here's my answer. Warning: Chapter 2 and beyond will contain adult material.
3. Chapter 3
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Bella's point of view
That night I was nervous, rehearsing what I'd say, how I'd present the idea. I dressed in my favorite pajamas, a simple tank top and comfortable pair of pajama pants. I couldn't concentrate on the science fiction novel I pretended to read while waiting for him. It seemed like hours before I heard him come through the window.
"Hey," he replied, still over by the window.
"C'mere," I said, patting the bed next to me.
He sat down next to me. After a second of silence, he began to kiss me, even opening his mouth, which he rarely did. I think he hoped to distract me. I put my hand on his chest to ask for a pause.
"There's something I want us to try."
"Ok." He was wary because I so rarely told him to stop kissing me.
"I need to explain it first. Promise me to keep an open mind."
I took a deep breath. I'm sure I was beet red again. "Ever since you told me how delicious my blood is for you, I've kind of wished I could give you the pleasure of tasting it without, you know, dying." I smiled to soften the blow of this admission. "For your last birthday, I had the idea, what if I gave you a pint, the same way people donate blood for hospitals." I gestured, offering the inside of my elbow. "I talked to Carlisle about it, and we almost did it, but I fainted at the sight of the needle." I smiled apologetically.
He was breathing heavily. "You didn't have to do that. I mean, I'm flattered, and it was really thoughtful, but just the idea of you being concerned with my...pleasure, when the instinct driving me to seek that pleasure puts you in danger every day-"
"Of course I want to give you pleasure," I smiled shyly, "That's a part of why I kept pushing for you to make that promise to me." I referred to our long debates about having sex while I was still human.
"If that's the only reason, then I can assure you, it will be much better for me when I don't have to worry about breaking you in half!"
"I never said that was the only reason. I'm far too selfish for that."
"I know. I'm not trying to take it back."
"Good, because I don't want you to take this back either." I pointed to his mother's ring.
"It's yours forever."
"I know," I smiled, knowing he was trying to distract me by being romantic. "Anyway, it occurred to me that there was another way to let you taste my blood, without dying, and without needles. And I think I might like it too."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I bleed every month. If you wanted, you could drink some of that blood safely, without hurting me."
He stood up, lost for words. "So you've collected some of this blood, I suppose?" he asked in an incredulous tone, looking around for some phial.
"I thought you could taste it directly."
"Directly?" His eyebrows had almost disappeared into his hairline.
"Collect it yourself. With your..." I gulped, staring at his lips, "mouth."
"With my-" He sputtered, covering his mouth with his hand, then running his hands anxiously through his hair, pacing. "My God, Bella, you-you want me to-I-It-It's out of the question!"
"Why do you get to be the one to decide what's out of the question?"
He paused, gathered himself, and seemed to decide to change tactics. "Bella, I'm sorry. I know you must be frustrated-"
"No, I-" He gave me a sharp look, and I knew I wasn't fooling him. I rolled my eyes and admitted it. "Well, yes, I am, but that's not the point."
"What, then, is the point?"
"You!" I cried. "I want to-to make you feel good, and it seems like this is the best way to do it. I mean, when we kiss, you don't seem to get-carried away the way I do, you're always so controlled. I just want to-send you over the edge, and since we can't have sex, giving you my blood is the only way I can think of to do it."
"You still think I'm only interested in your blood?" He looked incredulous, and a bit hurt.
"No, I know that you love me, and you're attracted to me. You've convinced me of that." I smiled and took his hand. "But physically, what you want more than anything is blood, right? My blood. Your body wants my blood as intensely as I want your body. You've promised to fulfill that desire for me, and the one thing I would like to do for you in return, in appreciation, is to let you taste my blood." I knew I was being manipulative, but I didn't care.
"But more than I want your blood, I want you alive and safe. My mind won that battle long ago-"
"Exactly. That's why this is safe."
"You have no idea how much of a struggle it is for me-still-"
"You're underestimating yourself. The fact that I am alive at all is testament to your incredible restraint. You can do this."
He took a deep, shaky breath. "If I were to lose control and bite you...there..." I'd thought he was flustered this afternoon, but that was nothing to this.
"I trust you. You were able to suck venom from my hand without draining me, and that was before the whole Italy incident that you say cured you forever of the desire to drink my blood. Now that the urge that made it dangerous is controllable, why not just savor the pleasure of it?"
He didn't respond for a long time, and I knew I'd have to take matters into my own hands before he would take any action. I pulled off my pajama pants, and my panties with them, careful to keep my freshly changed pad hidden from him inside the pants as I folded them and placed them on my desk chair. I pulled back the covers and lay down on
the bed, putting my knees up. Edward wasn't breathing. His eyes were riveted to the part of my body I'd just exposed.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "Don't like what you see? Don't like the smell?"
He moaned, sitting down on the bed near my waist, eyes unmoving as he continued to stare at my newly exposed flesh.
"I'm not breaking my promise." I assured him. "I don't mean sex, not intercourse anyway. We'll wait until our wedding night for that." He was leaning closer and closer to my hips. "Please, Edward? I want to give this to you."
Carefully, without breaking his gaze, he shifted his body, positioning himself between my legs. Triumph sang in my ears, mixed with glorious anticipation and a twinge of panic.
"Bella," he whispered, and I felt the chill of his tongue, only the tip. I gasped at the coldness and the pleasure.
He pulled back, his hands gripping my hips tightly. He leaned his head to one side, breathing hard. "Just-keeping control," he explained.
"How is it?" I asked lightly.
"Delicious," he replied, licking me delicately again. I shivered.
Slowly, his tongue trailed up and down, covering every inch of my most intimate regions.
"That feels good," I encouraged him. He continued to explore me, his cool breath sending chills up my spine.
Suddenly, he moaned and rolled over onto his back, lifting me above him effortlessly. He poised my hips above his face. I looked down and watched a red drip fall from my body onto his waiting lower lip. He licked it slowly, closing his eyes. I squeezed my muscles, and another drip fell into his waiting mouth. I lowered myself onto his face, slowed by his hands on my hips. When his lips made contact, I gasped and touched the wall for balance. His tongue reached deep inside me, cleaning me of the blood he craved. My body rocked, and I looked down at him, pulling my hand roughly through his hair. The desire in his eyes as they stared up at me from between my legs almost overwhelmed me.
The room tipped and I was on my back again. Edward was lying on my stomach, gasping.
"There's no more blood," he said, "but I don't want to stop."
"That's fine," I said absently. I could barely remember how to speak, I was so absorbed in these new sensations.
He positioned himself between my legs again, seeking my pleasure rather than his own now. I gripped his hand tightly in my own as I rocked my hips to increase the wonderful friction. He found the perfect spot and used his lips there, kissing me intimately. I moaned his name as I came, arching my back and shuddering in pleasure.
After I caught my breath, I reached for him, and he lay down beside me. I clung to him, still glowing, burying my face in his shoulder. I was a little embarrassed: I'd never been so aggressive with him, or so uncontrolled. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that he was grinning widely.
"What are you so happy about?"
He turned that crooked smile to me and kissed my lips softly, cradling my cheek. "Thank you."
"I should be thanking you."
He shook his head. "It was my pleasure. And more than that: it was an honor."
"It was my pleasure too," I pointed out.
He grinned again. "I know."
"You look almost...proud of yourself."
"Is that ok?" he asked sheepishly.
"Yeah. I'm proud of myself too. For having the guts to suggest it, I mean."
"I'm glad you did."
"Me too." I kissed his cheek. "What about...the taste?"
"Not as good as your other blood, but with its own...special flavor. And that's in addition to the other, more human pleasures of it."
"I thought I was the only one who would get any of that." I was surprised.
"I've told you how being with you makes me feel more human. Tonight I feel more human than I ever have."
I smiled. It was too good to be true, that I made him anywhere near as happy as he made me. "I love you," I said simply.
"I love you more," he replied.
"Ok." I said mischievously, making it into a joke for once rather than arguing as I usually did. "Speaking of being human..." I said, standing up and reaching for my discarded pajama pants.
When I returned from a quick trip to the bathroom, my bed was turned down and there was a rose on the pillow, one I thought I recognized from our neighbor Mrs. Ryle's garden. Edward sat in my desk chair expectantly. As soon as I shut the door, he came over and kissed me deeply so that my legs felt unsteady.
"You know, I'll be on my period for four or five more days,"
"I realize that," he said, smiling into our kiss. "You sure you don't want to reconsider staying human?"
I punched his arm weakly. "I thought you said you'd enjoy it more when I'm less breakable."
"Just weighing the possibilities." He led me to my bed, tucked me in and lay down next to me on top of the covers. I fell asleep to the sound of him humming my lullaby and the soothing pressure of his hand stroking my arm.