Perfect Snapshots: Episode Fifteen: I want you

9/11/2019

Perfect Snapshots: Episode Fifteen: I want you

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Episode Fifteen: I want you

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

It was just after eight in the evening when we were finally alone again after our long day of shooting. Bella pressed her soft body against mine as her arms snaked around my waist.

“How are you?” She asked curiously, looking up at me with her lovely mismatched eyes that made my heart skip a little beat.

“Good. Happy. You?”

“Same. Would you like to order some dinner tonight or is your stomach still upset?” She inquired teasingly.

“I’ll be fine,” I mumbled, pouting a little bit. “As long as dinner isn’t spicy.”

“That’s probably a good idea.” Bella wrinkled her nose a tiny bit and smiled. I pushed her hair behind her ear before pulling her into a quick kiss. Her fingers twisted into my hair, holding me in place. “Is there anything you need to do tonight?” She asked as she brushed her nose against mine.

“Well, there is always editing I have to do,” I admitted. “But I think that can wait until later.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I grinned down at her.

“I don’t mind,” she said sweetly. “We can both edit some while we wait for dinner.”

“You mean you wouldn’t prefer to share a bottle of wine and a smoke while we wait?” I asked in a seductive voice, leaning down to press kisses along her jaw. She moaned softly, tilting her head back to give me better access.

“Okay, yeah. I think I would prefer that,” she giggled, her fingers curling around my shirt as she pulled herself closer to my body. “It probably says something about me, how effective that line is.”

“Mm,” I chuckled. “I think it would be pretty effective on a lot of people. Me being one of them. You have used it on me, after all. Honestly, I could use weed and wine to get my best mate to do anything I wanted, too.”

“Oh, my god. Mine too,” Bella giggled again, pulling away from me. “So, why don’t you think of a couple of places you’d like to eat and pick us out a bottle of wine? I’m going to get more comfortable.”

“That’s a lovely idea,” I agreed. Following her to the spare bedroom, I swatted her ass as I left her to go get changed into my sleep pants myself and get the joints to share.

I opened a bottle of chilled white wine, pouring us each a large glass. When Bella came out, she was dressed in a comfortable cotton nightgown. It hung loosely on her body, but it was easy to see that she had removed her bra. I couldn't help but smile whenever I saw her.

“So, what do you think… Greek or Italian?” I offered her the glass that I had made for her.

“Mm, Greek sounds delicious,” she hummed, taking a sip before offering me her hand. “Let’s sit outside. It’s a beautiful night.”

Bella sat on my lap as we looked at the menu together, drinking and smoking snugly. I loved watching her smoke entirely too much, the way her lips kissed it into the air in long twisting curls.

When dinner finally came, we ate at the table. She was so incredibly easy to talk to and always ready to give me a warm smile and a soft giggle. Speaking to her made me feel like all my stress was just melting away.

“So, what shall we do now?” I asked, taking her hand across the table after we were done.

She bit her lip before standing, tugging me to my feet as well before silently walking us towards my bedroom. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and pressed my lips to her neck. I spent several long minutes lavishing it with attention.

“I want you,” she whispered quietly, her eyes sinking shut in pleasure as my lips moved over her ear. Bella’s fingers slid into my hair, holding me in place there. I loved it when she said those words.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” I moved my hands from her stomach to her thighs. Slowly pulling the cottony black fabric up with my fingers, I bunched it in my fists. “Tell me what to do to make you feel good.”

“Use your fingers,” Bella breathed, her cheek pressed against mine.

Sliding one hand up with her gathered gown, I slipped the other down her thigh and in between her legs. She hummed quietly, leaning her head back against my chest as I gently massaged her through her thin panties.

“You get so wet,” I said with a smile against her cheek, kissing it lightly.

"Just being around you turns me on so much," she whispered as she brushed her nose against mine. "The way you feel and taste, how you touch and kiss me. Even the way you look at me." She gasped as I began to rub a little harder. Her words naturally spurred me on. I couldn't imagine her being as turned on by me as I was by her. But the way her body reacted, it was hard to deny.

“Edward,” she moaned my name as she bucked against my hand. “Eddie, I’m going to fall. Maybe we should move to the bed,” Bella suggested in a breathless giggle.

“I won’t let you, I promise.” I tightened my arm around her just as my other hand slipped into her now soaking underwear. “I have you.”

“Oh,” she drew out, her thighs quivering as she easily came. I smiled like a maniac. The ability to do that to her boosted my ego a million percent. If I could do nothing else well in life, I wanted to be a master of this. I wanted to learn every single way to get her off and do them all to her a billion times over. “Fuck me,” she begged as her orgasm still twitched deep inside of her. “Oh, I want you to fuck me hard.”

I yanked the gown over her head, finally turning her around so I could wildly kiss her mouth. My wet fingers slid to her ass underneath her panties, gripping her cheek roughly. She moaned against my mouth, working her underwear off her hips quickly.

My shirt and trousers made it to the floor as I walked her back towards the bed. Lifting her up easily, I quickly pulled a condom from the box.

Being inside of Bella was the best feeling that I had ever had. Warm, wet, tight. I felt complete, my heart frantically beating with excitement and fantastic pleasure. She moved and rocked with me, meeting my efforts with her own, doubling the sensation. When I opened my eyes, hers were looking up into mine, adoring and bright.

Her kiss, sweet and tempting, brought me to my finish.

“That is, without a doubt, the best way to end a perfect day.” She grinned up at me, her fingers smoothing over my jaw.

“I couldn’t agree with you more.”

Once again, my gorgeous girlfriend fell asleep in my arms, completely nude. I did as well, but I didn't stay that way. It was three in the morning when the rain started. Bella was resting on her side, curled close to me. I tried to relax but found that I couldn't. Since I didn't want to bother her, I found my underwear and grabbed my phone before heading into the office.

It was probably a good thing that I had woken up, I had forgotten to set my alarm. I had been too distracted by wine, weed, and my woman. It was actually really nice.

Several reminders were waiting for me. First and most important was my meeting with Disney the following day. I had forgotten all about it. It was just a brainstorming session with some of the directors for the Disney Channel. We were working on putting a show together. I had created several characters and written a few scripts already. I had actually gotten a lot of work done the day the electricity was off. I wasn't exactly worried, but I wasn't really looking forward to spending the whole day away from Bella. I wasn't sure how much time I was going to get with her, and I didn't want to waste a second. But there was no getting out of this.

Since I was awake, I sent several work emails, including rescheduling the shoots I missed due to the rain. Then I quickly put together a rough cut of the wings video for Jasper to watch. I sent him that first, along with all the raw footage of the day. At five in the morning, I finally began to feel sleepy again.

Bella was still asleep, curled up comfortably in the middle of my big bed. I carefully slid in beside her, brushing my fingers over her arm. Without waking up, she brought her hand to mine, twisting our fingers together. Lightly, I brought her knuckles up to my lips to kiss before adjusting the blanket around both of us. Once again, I found sleep.

I woke up alone again, my alarm gently singing to me. The rain was still falling, but it was slow and relaxing. The bathroom was empty. I went towards the spare bedroom but realized that the door to my little gym was just barely cracked open and I could hear one of the machines going.

Inside, I found Bella in a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. She was covered in sweat as she moved at a decent speed on my elliptical.

“Hello.”

“Hi. I didn't wake you, did I?” She asked, not pausing as she looked at me.

“No, I have to get up earlier today because I have a meeting to go to this afternoon.”

“Exciting,” she panted.

“It is. It's with Disney. It's supposed to run all day, though. I forgot to talk to you about it last night. I meant to. I got distracted.” I smiled to myself as I thought about why I had gotten distracted, leaning against the door frame as I did. All I wanted to do was spend the morning with her, alone.

“What time is the meeting?”

“Eleven to Five or Six.”

She finally stopped, carefully stepping off the machine before moving towards me. I closed the distance, pulling her to me so that I could kiss her a good morning. Even her sweat tasted good when it was on her lips.

"Let me shower, and I can make you some breakfast."

I pulled back slightly to look at her. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” she said with a sweet smile before giving me another salty kiss.

There was no way to describe how good Bella made me feel. She made me feel wanted and cared for. When I was with her, I felt more confident, and I wanted to do my best for her. My mask didn't feel so suffocating. It's as if she made me feel more comfortable in my own skin, so it fit better too.

“I wish I could take you with me to my meeting today.”

She ran her fingers over my cheek. “That's okay. You'll do amazing. And I'll go out and have some alone time.”

“What will you do?”

“I'll go do a little shopping. Go to the grocery store and pick up some more milk. Do you need to do anything tonight?” She questioned me lightly as her fingers moved over the now itchy tattoo.

"Nope." I kissed the top of her head. I could always edit later when I was alone again. I would be spending enough time away from her, working. I nuzzled her still sweet-smelling hair. I wanted to breathe her in so deeply, even like this. Bella sighed in contentment.

“I'll make us dinner tonight then.”

“That sounds so lovely. Thank you,” I whispered before bringing her into another kiss. She held me close, allowing me to taste her until we were both breathless.

“I need to work out, too. I need to head out in a couple of hours.”

“Okay. I’m going to go ahead and shower then I’ll start us something to eat,” Bella replied as she drew away.

I was grinning like a fool as I hurriedly changed into some workout clothes before I rushed through an intense routine. I had been ignoring exercise as much as possible over the past week, but I wanted to look as fit as possible for Bella. She was obviously very healthy herself, and I wanted to be able to keep up as best as possible.

By the time I finished and cleaned up, Bella had a gorgeous meal ready for us. A colorful fruit salad, scrambled eggs topped with cheese, toast with strawberry jam, and fresh coffee to drink.

“I'm going to be terribly spoiled to this cooking thing you're doing.”

"You're so easily impressed," she responded with a roll of her eyes, her hips swaying as I followed her with the coffee pot and almost empty creamer. She set the plate with the larger amount of food in the spot where I usually sat before sitting down in her seat.

"I don't think I've ever had anyone make breakfast for me that wasn't related to me or paid to. Well, maybe, Jasper. My mate. But not a woman, I mean," I admitted. Jasper was actually a pretty good cook if he ever got the time. He didn't do anything fancy, but he had mastered breakfasts. We had perhaps eaten too many pancakes for dinner in our time as roommates together.

Bella had brought a stack of sales papers to the table to read while she was eating. “That's sad. What kind of relationships have you been in?”

We had discussed her marriage more than we had any of my relationships. I had been in one long term adult relationship, but I had to be honest with her.

“I've only had two girlfriends actually. One was in Secondary. Like a high school for you Americans. So you can imagine we weren't really waking up together all that often. Or, at all,” I laughed a little in embarrassment. “And the girl I was with the longest, didn't cook a damn thing ever. And, that was for the best. She'd seriously fuck up toast.”

Vicky liked her toast burnt to a blackened crisp. I found it rather revolting that she wanted to basically eat charcoal. But to each their own.

“Cooking is not that hard.” Bella shook her head. “How is it?”

Well, it wasn’t like I could whip up a damn thing either.

“So good. Thank you,” I said through a bite of food. She rolled her eyes a little again and smirked at me over her mug of coffee.

She quietly ate her fruit for a little while, finishing her coffee and making another. Bella had a slight smile spread over her lips as she looked at the contents of the catalog, occasionally chewing on her bottom lip. I enjoyed watching her.

“You look like a child wistfully looking at the Christmas toys catalog.”

Blushing a little, she answered, “only a little bit. I love all this junk. It's stupid. I'm so sucked into the packaging and the colors. I used to collect makeup, back in the day. Both new stuff and old vintage compacts and lipsticks, stuff like that. After Aiden, I didn't feel like doing it anymore. I got very minimalist and gave a lot of my things away to friends and family. Now, looking at it, I wonder how I spent that much money on it. I still want it all,” she laughed a little, “but I won't get it. It's nice to imagine, though.”

“Why not get a few things?”

"I don't normally go out that much. I only wear makeup for professional reasons, and the basics cover that. What I have now is just fine. But there is this little part inside of me that goes 'oh, it's pink and purple with glitter and look, it has a cute little raspberry case.' And this kind likes to make their stuff smell like food so it might actually smell like raspberries," she replied thoughtfully as she showed me the page. I made a mental note of the brand name to look at for later. Surely none of it was all that expensive. It was just makeup. I figured I could probably pick her out a few things she would like.

“So, what is that exactly? How does it smell like food?” I asked in curiosity.

“Eyeshadow. They have this whole line that smells like chocolate because it's made with real cocoa powder. And now for Christmas, they have a gingerbread cookie and a sugar cookie scents eyeshadows. And lipsticks, too. One of my good friends used to be a makeup artist and used the chocolate one on me a few times. He had people sniff my eyelids all day,” she giggled. “Girl, don't she smell like a brownie,” Bella said in a funny accent that made me grin.

“You have a bit of money now if you wanted to treat yourself,” I reminded her, pointing to the phone beside her.

“I'm going to treat myself to paying off some bills. I should pay some bills today as a matter of fact. I have a few other adult things to do. Like I need to buy my ticket home.”

The thought of her going home made me instantly sad. “I wish you didn't have to.”

Bella’s eyes dimmed a little though she forced a smile. “Me too, but I have things I have to do. Promises I have to keep.”

“Can I talk you into staying until a day or two after Halloween? It's my favorite holiday. Or, one of. Anyway, we could do something together. Maybe go out,” I started right away, thinking of any excuse to make her stay longer. She had told me a week, but I wanted more time than that. I needed it.

I needed Bella.

She gave a little sigh as she pulled up the calendar app on her phone. Bella pursed her lips, thinking to herself. I saw that she had several events marked it on it but not a lot in the following week.

“Friday the second?” She inquired as she looked up at me.

"Please? If you do, I'll buy your ticket, and you can save your gift card to come to see me whenever you want. Like… on my birthday," I stated hopefully after I finished my drink. Bella automatically began to make me another.

“When is your birthday?”

“The twenty-third of November.”

“Oh…” She instantly looked a little disheartened. “That's the day after Thanksgiving. I've already made plans with my friends and that Saturday I'm doing a charity show at my friend's theater that he runs. The former makeup guy I was just mentioning, actually. It's for LGBTQ youth. I do it every year. I wish you could come to Thanksgiving and stay with me. You could meet all my friends.”

Being covered in rainbows was not enough to convince me that Bella was perhaps bisexual, though it wouldn't have surprised me with her being such a free spirit. But doing an annual fundraiser for gay kids? I think Jasper was probably right. I decided I would let her tell me when she was ready. It didn't matter to me if she was or not. I adored her, and I would love that part of her as well.

"Is that an invitation?" I seriously asked. "You've already said your Thanksgivings were out of this world. And, well… I believe you." I had yet to make any plans for my birthday. I had merely taken the week off and intended to try sleeping for most of it. In all likelihood, I would end up spending it editing. I liked the idea of going to New York much better.

Without much hesitation, she remarked, “you know what? Yes, it is. I’d love it if you came to Thanksgiving.”

I felt as if my face was going to split open I was smiling so hard. "Fantastic. I don't know what I'm working that week, but I'm taking the following week off. I'd like to spend it with you. If that's alright with you, of course."

“That sounds really nice.”.

“So, the second, then?” I asked just to make sure. She nodded, smiling back at me just as happy as I felt. “Oh, brilliant. Thank you. I'll work out the ticket for you today. What time do you want to fly? Afternoon? Not too early?”

Though I didn’t want her to leave, I was eager to keep my promise and give her the nicest flight possible. I could easily have Zafrina arrange that with a simple text message.

“Sounds good,” she breathed, her eyes glancing up to mine as she brought her thumb to her mouth for just a moment subconsciously.

“Alright. Yes. Perfect. Okay.” I quickly stood, finally remember that I needed to work that day. “I need to go. I don't want to be late. Do you need anything before I leave?”

“No, I'm good,” she assured me with a small smile. “I'm going to wash up and go out, too.”

“Okay.” I brought my hand to her silky hair as I pressed my lips to hers. They tasted amazing, like fruit candy. “Mm, you have sugar on your lips.” I kissed her again and again until she dissolved into giggles beneath my touch. “Have a good day.”

“Good luck at your meeting.”

"Oh, I won't need luck. It's just a brainstorming session, and I am prepared," I answered with more confidence than I actually felt. Once again, as she gazed at me, I felt as if she saw through my mask. "Text me if you need anything. I'll have my phone on me all day," I promised.

The entire drive to the Disney offices I talked myself up in my head.

An assistant was waiting for me as soon as I stepped into the building. “Hi! Mr. Cullen. I’m sorry, but there has been a slight change of plans for today.”

I immediately got excited that I could maybe just turn around and go home before Bella went out for the day. Or perhaps I could meet her wherever she was going.

“Well, we can always reschedule,” I reassured her with a charming smile.

“Actually, Mr. Howard was hoping to speak with you.”

Mr. Charles Howard was one of the executives over the animated movie department. He was a big deal. I hadn't spoken to him before, and I wasn't even sure how he even knew my name. I was just some small-time writer and voice actor in their television department.

“Okay,” I answered slowly, my nerves increasing a thousandfold.

I followed the young woman to Mr. Howard’s office. She knocked once before pushing it open, briskly walking inside with me following behind. An older man in his fifties was sitting behind the desk, his shiny bald head reflecting the early afternoon light. Two other gentlemen were also in the office.

“Hello!” He said cheerfully, coming to stand so that he could shake my hand.

“Hello, Mr. Howard. May I ask, what do I owe the pleasure today?” I inquired, putting on my business mask. I had a feeling that it was time to become Edward again. Then I saw something familiar on his desk. It took all my will to stay calm and not start dancing and crying like a teenage girl at a concert.

There was a currently nameless movie script that I had written and given to the director of the television show that I had been working on sitting squarely in the middle of his clean desk. I had told the director about it, and he said he was interested in reading it. He was in the movies as well, so I figured it wasn't a terrible idea. He could at least give me good advice. I had given it to him months before but never expected this.

“Well, Mr. Cullen-” He began.

“Call me Edward.” I beamed. “Please.”

Mr. Howard grinned. "Edward, I had something exciting come across my desk very recently. Do you know what that is?" He asked, motioning for me to take a seat across from him.

"Mm, why don't you tell me?" I flicked my eyes down at the desktop. "I have a wild imagination, and we could be here all day."

He laughed at my cheesiness and oozing charm. "Oh, just Disney's next blockbusting, record-breaking, billion-dollar property," he answered as he sat. He picked up my script. "I want this movie made, and we've already got a lead star in mind, Edward."

“Seriously?” I questioned excitedly. “Who?”

"You, young man. I've been paying attention to your work since I read this thing. I'm very impressed. All of my friends who have worked with you are equally impressed. I've been making calls. I keep hearing the same thing: you're the next big headliner, and I think they're right, Edward. Now, how would you like that? How would you like to be Disney's next star?"

A million things rushed through my brain at once. I was overwhelmed with excitement, but I knew I couldn't let it show. I was literally bursting at the seams.

"Well, of course, I'd have to take a look at your offer with my manager and my lawyers, but it is certainly something I'd be interested in. But there is something I'd like to make clear…"

“What’s that?” He asked, curiously.

"I'd like to have as much creative control as possible. I worked on this script for a year. It's very personal to me, and I want it to be the best version of itself as possible," I informed him firmly.

“That is certainly something we both want,” Mr. Howard replied as he nodded his head. “Why don’t you go ahead and call your manager up here? Maybe we can work out some basic contracts today.”