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6/3/2019

Episode Thirty-Nine: New Year

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Episode Thirty-Nine: New Year

Warning: this episode contains graphic sexual descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. Intended for a mature audience only. (18+)

The sunrise was at nine in the morning, so we had more than enough time to wake up comfortably and watch the whole thing in our glass room. I took pictures from our delightfully warm bed. The view was breathtaking, indescribably so. We had our breakfast in bed, in the nude. There was nothing like being fed strawberries by a sexy naked man underneath the perfect Alaska sky. Nothing.

We had to go to the store inside the hotel to buy real snowsuits, boots, goggles, hats, and gloves just so we could go out to explore. Neither of us was very well prepared. I wrapped my toes in stents just in case and put my thinner brace on with two pairs of socks on. I took a half a pain pill so we could go exploring without hurting.

We rented a snowmobile and went out for a few hours. While we were exploring, I took pictures of the mountains, streams, trees, and the snowy landscape. When we stopped at a shore at a stream for a break and a snack that we brought with us, a few different animals came to have a drink several hundred feet in front of us, just off a tree clearing. My favorite part was when a little fox came to drink and play in the water before scampering off when a large reindeer with two younger ones came stomping out of the forest. Edward and I watched them silently for the longest time, sitting on the snowmobile with his arm around my waist.

The pictures were some of the best I had ever personally taken.

We returned the vehicle before the sun went down early at four. We had dinner inside the hotel, eating delicious sushi that was made just for us, in front of us, by the chef. Afterward, we had drinks in the bar in front of a massive roaring fireplace. We lounged comfortably on the couch there, sipping whiskey and watching the snow fall through the window.

I woke up the next morning laying on my stomach, comfortably nude. It was still dark, the room lit by the gas fireplace that never seemed to be off. Edward wasn't in bed with me for some reason. I blinked several times, trying to figure what woke me up. A tapping noise got my attention, clicking and rapping just above my head around the headboard. Hovering less than a foot from me was a massive moose knocking its antlers on the glass as it licked it.

I let out an earth-shaking shriek, throwing myself out of bed so quickly that I fell onto the floor because I was tangled in the blankets and sheets. My knees cracked loudly against the hardwood.

Edward literally came sliding into the room at full speed from the living room to see why I had screamed. “Oh, Jesus,” he shouted when he saw the moose. He could not see me from where I had landed. “Bella?”

I looked up over the mattress from where I had fallen, using the bed to help myself up. The moose gave no shits and continued to lick the condensation off the glass. "We're sleeping in the other room tonight," I told him quietly, my skin flushed with embarrassment.

“Okay,” he began to laugh.

I got back into bed in annoyance and looked at my phone that had been resting on the side table. It was seven in the morning. I took the moose's picture with my cell, getting several different angles. It decided to hang out for a while, so I even took photos with my actual camera as the sun began to rise.

I sent Alice a picture of the creature with the caption, “worse alarm clock ever.”

That afternoon we took an hour-long helicopter ride around the mountains. It was so awe-inspiring. I took two thousand pictures in just under an hour, having to switch out my battery midway because I was taking so many photos so quickly. Edward held my waist tightly as I sat right beside him in the cramped, loud space. He rested his chin on my shoulder, grinning the entire time.

I turned my face slightly to kiss him. “I love you,” I mouthed over the loud motor. “This is amazing.”
“I love you, too,” he mouthed back. He took the camera from me and took several pictures of me with the mountain behind. I, of course, returned the favor.

The following day was taken up by us riding the train that wound around Mt. Denali in a private car. In comfort, we watched the winding mountain paths and snow-covered trees whirl around us. It was so peaceful and soothing, the humming of the train as it pushed us forward.

I was going to have ten thousand pictures to edit when we got home if I wasn't careful. I might have been okay with that, though.

The final day we stayed in the cabin to relax. We stayed in the big tub for at least an hour, just kissing and enjoying one another. The snow fell, making the world so quiet around us. The only thing I could hear was the crackling fireplace, and my heart beating in my ears. It was like heaven.

The flight home Edward wrote, and I edited my pictures, side by side. I was going to have dozens of new images for my online store, at the very least. My free hand rested comfortably in his lap, massaging his thigh mindlessly. We didn't have to say anything to each other, but we were so contented to be in the other's company.

LA felt positively steamy when we arrived back. At least it was easier to take clothes off than try to add enough layers to not to freeze to death. When Edward went to work on that Monday, I spent the morning by the pool, smoking weed and editing pictures. I made spaghetti and meatballs with handmade noodles and slow cooked sauce for dinner. It was nice to eat at home again.

The Hollywood party we were going to wasn't going to start until eight at night, and we didn't plan to be there until at least nine, so we had plenty of time to get ready after our cozy little dinner. I did my hair so that it curly and pinned back with gold clips. I had so much thick hair that they had their work cut out for them. My makeup matched my gold form-fitting lace dress perfectly. Edward liked me in gold. It was long sleeved and went all the way to the floor with a slit that went up to my hip. I was able to wear regular shoes, but they were still just gold ballet flats. I wore my new ring and the green earrings that he bought me as well. I didn't need any bling. I already looked like a statue.

Edward had gotten ready very quickly, shaping up the hair that been growing longer on his face first with a trimmer then getting partially dressed in a nice suit before getting distracted by a business call. He was finally getting to his bowtie in the mirror when I finished. His eyes watched me, a small smile curling up at one corner of his mouth.

“Am I red carpet ready?” I asked him, holding out my arms and doing a slow spin. He turned to take me in fully, leaning against the gold lit vanity.

“You are absolutely stunning. I cannot wait to kiss you at midnight,” he told me in a warm purr as he rested his hand on my neck. He slid his hand up slowly, brushing his thumb against my chin. “I'd kiss you now, but you worked so very hard to make it perfect.”

“Thank you.” I smiled playfully. “You can kiss... here. There should be no makeup there,” I showed him a spot on my neck, tilting it to the side to give him the best access.

“Oh, thank you. Very helpful.” He scooped me up towards him with his long arms and began to kiss my neck gleefully. I giggled and smiled, my hand on the back of his head to hold him in place. “I can't wait to take this dress off of you tonight,” he said in between kisses. I felt warm all over.

There were some serious A list stars at the party, a lot more B list I knew the face of but not the name of, and a shit ton of executives. Edward had to stop and pose for cameras out front before we went in, but he wouldn't let me go for even a second. It was weird to pose with him like this, photographers screaming his name to get his attention before we made our way into the club where the event was being held. He got stopped a half dozen times before we even made it into the main room, he was forced to talk to so many random people in suits.

There was a loud band playing, people dancing all around. I didn't recognize the song, but I wasn't exactly on top of pop culture. The room already smelled faintly of sweat and liquor. The space was decorated in gold and black, so I blended in perfectly.

When Edward couldn't stand to talk to another boring business person, we decided to make our way to the dance floor. Most of the people who wanted to speak to him were casting directors, who quickly slipped him cards with a handshake and a promise of lots of money. He would politely take it before trying to move on, shoving them in his breast pocket until he had an extensive collection. It took thirty minutes just to get to the dance floor, there were so many people wanting his attention. Eddie was pleasant to all of them, but he was anxious to have me in his arms.

This was no thumping gay club in Brooklyn. It was always fun to dance with Edward, though. His big hands rested on the small of my back, holding me close to him. There were so many people there that we were pressed very close together, and I had to bend my head completely back to look up at him.

When it was starting to get closer to midnight, he went to fetch us some drinks to toast with. I sat by an uncomfortably high table in a high bar stool that was already scattered with half drank cups of alcohol and melted ice. It was a mean thing to use as a seat for people who had been drinking for hours. I watched the crowd with my chin in my palm. I was already a little tired, and my foot ached a tiny bit.

“Hi there,” a man said from behind me. He was tall, thin, and black. He had an accent I couldn't exactly place. He was wearing a crushed blue velvet suit and was very handsome. His skin was so perfect that it was actually visibly shiny. I was a little taken aback.

“Hi,” I responded politely.

"Having fun?" He asked, curiously.

“Um, yeah. I'm having an okay time. I'm a little tired,” I admitted to him quietly.

He pursed his lips as he looked me over, tilting his head to the side. “Long day already?”

"No," I replied automatically. "I was traveling all last week, and I might need a vacation from my vacation. Plus, I hurt my foot a while ago, and it's starting to bother me."

“Well, I'm sorry to hear that. It's a good thing you found a chair then. They seem to be rare here.” He took a step closer to me, putting his arm on the table so he could lean on it to speak with me. He was very close. I sat back in my chair.

“Too bad it's uncomfortable.”

“I'm Laurent,” he said loudly over the music. He leaned in some more so he wouldn't have to yell as much. “What is your name? I don't think I've seen you before. Are you an actress?”

“Bella and no, I'm not an actress,” I answered politely and truthfully.

“Model?” He asked with a smile.

“No,” I laughed despite myself. “Hardly.”

“Yes, you might be a bit too short for that,” he said charmingly, licking his bottom lip while he considered something. “Musician? Maybe a Dancer?”

I looked away, a little embarrassed at his attention. “No. Not professionally. I only play or dance for my own entertainment.”

“Well, why don't you tell me what you do over a drink?” He said with as much oozing appeal as he could, leaning into me a little more as he did. I leaned away from him. I pressed completely back against my seat, having nowhere else to go.

"Oh, no, thank you. I have a drink coming now," I told him politely. Edward came into view as he slipped through the crowd, thankfully as if on cue. He didn't look entirely happy, though.

“Perhaps I can buy the next?” Laurent offered, not seeing who I was actually looking at.

“No.” I shook my head. With an outreached hand, I took the glass of sparkling liquid from Edward when he got closer. “Thank you, love,” I told him warmly, smiling up at him as sweetly as I could.

“Of course.” He pressed a kiss on my cheek before coming to stand behind me in the chair. He looked at Laurent with more contempt than he should have. I didn’t exactly understand why. He didn't know I wasn't single, but Edward was still jealous, I supposed. I had not seen him react that way before.

“You're Eddie Cullen,” Laurent said to him, pointing at him in admiration.

“I am,” he said shortly. I rolled my eyes. This was new and a little annoying. “Are you feeling alright, darling?” Edward asked in my ear, wanting to ignore the person taking up space beside us.

“My foot hurts.” I pouted at him, pushing out my bottom lip a little bit. “Would it be okay if we went home right after midnight? I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. We can absolutely leave whenever you want.” He brushed his fingers under my chin soothingly, his eyes flicking up for a second. “Who's your friend?” It was not friendly.

"I'm Laurent Jones," he offered his hand to shake. Edward's was twice the size of his, easily. "She seemed lonely, so I thought I'd say hello." My man looked less than impressed with his answer.

"I'm good, really. Thanks, though," I told him politely. There was no reason to be rude to him. "One more dance before midnight?" I asked Edward to get his attention. He nodded with a small, half smile. "Nice meeting you," I said to Laurent as I stood from my chair with my boyfriend's help.

We moved to the edge of the crowd with our drinks. There was a slow song going on. “What was that about?” I asked when he put his arms around me to sway slightly to the beat.

“He has a bad reputation. I had a co-star that I worked with on Night Hunter who used to date him. He beat the crap out of her,” he mumbled angrily.

“Oh.” I looked back at the table where the man had been standing. “Then why did you pretend not to know him?”

“I don't know him personally. I just know his deeds,” he said as he breathed in sharply through his nose.

“Well, fuck him, I guess,” I replied, putting my hand on his fuzzy cheek. “You're overprotective. I can take care of myself.”

“No. He's a piece of shit. I'm the right level of protective,” he replied adamantly. “I shouldn't leave you alone at these sort of things.”

I rolled my eyes hard. "Baby, that's not how the world works. You can't protect me, and you don't have to."

“I know you can hold your own, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to want to shield you from the worst things in the world. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you... again. Especially right in front of me.” His hand came up to cup my cheek, guilt evident in his eyes and in his tight mouth.

I shook my head. "He just asked to buy me a drink, and I told him no. Don't worry, it's okay."

The countdown began, everyone shouting the numbers around us. Edward held my gaze intently, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder. We clinked glasses gently, and I took a little sip of my drink while He finished his in one quick go. Sliding his hand up my neck, Edward brought me into a deep kiss. The champagne was still sweet on his lips. I softly brushed my tongue over the top one. He quickly caught it and massaged it with his own. He could make me weak in the knees and make the whole world disappear with one very passionate kiss. His eyes were so intense when he pulled away.

“I love you,” I breathed against his mouth, kissing him again. Just a little peck this time.

“I love you, too,” he said as if it was a promise.

We slipped out of the club not long after. There were still tons of paparazzi outside, the flashing going crazy. I could see the gold lipstick on his lips as they did, making me smile in mild embarrassment. He chatted politely with them as we waited for our driver for the night, greeting them like old friends.

“Good kiss?” One of them asked him. I reached up and wiped a little lipstick off the corner of his mouth.

“The best,” Edward grinned, not looking the least bit bashful.

“Who are you?” One of them asked me.

“She's on his channel,” someone said from behind. There were so many people that I couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. It made me want to hide my face in his chest.

“This is my girlfriend, Bella Swan. She's a photographer too, guys. So, be nice to her.” Edward squeezed my waist comfortingly.
“Any New Year's resolutions?” A guy with a big video camera attached to his chest asked in a shout.

“Not really. I think my life is going okay doing what I'm doing right now,” Eddie answered them, pleased with himself. “Probably just to make more dumb shit videos and continue improving on my voice acting. What about you?” He asked me, running his finger over my cheek. He was a little drunk. I leaned into his touch slightly.

"Just to get back to working out again. I've had the holidays off, and I need to get back to it. I miss it, so I don't know if it counts," I joked. "I actually like exercising."

“You look great,” a female voice said, somewhere. There were so many cameras flashing in my face I couldn't see anyone.

“Thanks.” I pressed my face a little into Edward finally because of my embarrassment. He slid his hand up my back, happy to hold me to him.

“Where is your dress from?”

I laughed. How many times had I given fake red carpet interviews in the shower? It felt a little unreal. “Macy's. I'm not sure of the name, sorry.”

"Happy New Year's, everyone," he told them politely after I gave my answer. The car pulled up, and Edward opened the door for me before the driver could. When he got in, he closed the curtains separating us from the front.

He was so quick to pull me towards him, his grip tight and almost demanding. I tugged his bowtie loose, undoing the top button of his shirt. Laying my hand on his chest, I could feel his heart beating against my fingertips.

“You have my lipstick all over your mouth,” I informed him with a small smile, whispering the words softly.

“And I'm about to get even more.” He pressed his lips against mine. It felt like a dramatic Hollywood type kiss like you would see in Casablanca.

I slid my fingers into his hair and gripped it tightly. When I pulled it, he hissed in surprise and pleasure, my lips going to play all over his neck. I bit into his throat, scrapping my teeth roughly against his skin. I left a mark for sure. He had both of his hands on the back of the seat to keep himself up, he was turned towards me so completely. I worked the spot with my mouth as I slid one hand under his suit jacket.

Our night might have been classy, but that’s not how I wanted to end the evening.

"Tonight," I began to whisper in his ear as I ran my finger over his bottom lip, "I'm going to sit on your face, and you're going to make me cum so many times.” I kissed his earlobe, a shiver coming over his entire body. I slid my hand down his chest and over his erection for just the briefest second.

"I wish I could taste you right now," he whispered back, his hand slipping between my legs. I spread them a little, giving him better access. Edward slid his finger underneath my panties, where I was already slightly slick from kissing. He bit his bottom lip as I kissed his neck again, his finger massaging my clit gently. I had to stay completely silent, but it was so hard, a smile of pleasure stretching over my cheeks.

When he pulled his hand away, his fingers were moist. He brought them to his lips, but I placed my hand on his own, bringing his fingers to my lips. I slowly dragged my tongue over the pad before taking them into my mouth to gently suck. His mouth was slightly agape as I drew them almost to the back of my throat, holding his gaze as I did.

“Fuck.” Edward grabbed my face roughly, kissing me so hard that he pressed me fully onto the seat. I slid down onto the leather, him on top of me as he hungrily tasted my mouth.

We barely got the front door closed behind us before he pushed me up against the foyer wall. He hitched my dress up over my hip, grabbing my knee as I wrapped it around his waist. His mouth was dominating, his full weight pressing pleasantly against me.

I pushed him off me gently with a playful smile, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch. Edward unzipped my dress from behind, forcing it to the floor in a puddle at my feet. His hands went roughly to my breasts, his mouth on the back of my neck. He lavished in the attention for several moments before I turned so I could unbutton his shirt. My hands were eager to feel his bare skin.

His hands slid down the back of my panties to grip my ass roughly. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night long.”

“Do you like my ass?” I teased him, wiggling my hips a little.

“I would say that it was my favorite part of you, but I don’t think I have a least favorite because I love them all so much,” he said with mild amusement, his voice a delicious purr.

I’m going to do terribly wonderful things to this man.

I bit my lip as I knelt down to undo his straining trousers. As soon as he was free, I brought him into my mouth, sucking him down my throat harder than he obviously expected. He gasped and moaned before Edward rested his hand on the back of my head, gently massaging his fingers into my hair as he relaxed into the sensation. As he got too close, he gripped my hair tightly, tugging me up to his mouth for a kiss. I loved it.

He laid down on his big couch so that his legs were bent at the knee over the edge. I kissed his mouth and chin before straddling his face. He was so forceful with how he liked to position me. I gently rolled my hips with his stride. I reached behind me to slide my fingers into his hair gently, resting my own head back as I did.

I got louder and louder, my thighs shaking with the effort of staying upright. He was so good at this.

I wrapped my hand around his erection, massaging it's full length until he was moaning. He groaned and growled with pleasure between my legs against my heated wet skin. When I took him into my mouth, he gasped before attacking me more vigorously somehow. I sucked and teased as he licked and nibbled. Every time I would moan around him, he would jerk in my mouth. His hands roughly slid over my thighs and ass, occasionally gripping the flesh hard.

He came very quickly in my mouth, dripping in a long creamy ribbon along his stomach when I finally pulled him away from my lips. I leaned down, licking him clean in slow drags. He was practically vibrating underneath me, his stomach tight with effort.

He forced his fingers inside of me, two at once. “Edward,” I moaned against his abs as my forehead pressed against his stomach. My own orgasm was so intense that I cursed loudly, actual tears dripping from my eyes. His strong hands held me in place, nursing me through the pleasure with his caressing lips.

I fell to the side, closing my legs tightly and giggling when I couldn't take it anymore. “Stop, I'm getting ticklish now.”

“Sorry,” he said joyfully, rolling to his side to look at me. We were face to face in opposite directions, both panting and frazzled looking. He looked as sticky as I felt.

“We both have cum on our foreheads,” I told him with a snicker. His face flushed, turning into the couch for a second to hide his embarrassed but happy laughter. He pulled me in for a quick kiss, his hand on the back of my head. “Feel better?” I teased him.

Edward dragged his nose against mine, a grin on his lips. “Yes.” He brushed my hair over my ear with a happy little sigh. “Happy New Year, my love.”

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