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10/27/2019

The Halloween Fair: Part Four

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Part Four

I must have been in a drug-induced state. Or, perhaps, knocked into a coma when I tripped in that haunted house. Because I was having another fabulous dream. I was snuggling in a strong pair of arms, the owner of which smelled like heaven. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I knew that it was too early to be awake. It was still dark outside. I probably hadn't been asleep for too long, a couple of hours or so at most.

I shifted a bit in Edward's arms and gazed upon his face. He was completely relaxed, his features smooth of any lines in his sleep. Sliding my fingers over his chest, I felt the muscles underneath. He was perfectly sculpted and probably worked out every day. I was so unworthy of his attention.

Honestly, I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden, I wanted him badly. Maybe I wanted to prove that it was real and that if I touched him, he wouldn't just disappear. Perhaps I needed to know that he wanted me too. It was probably just my teenage hormones. I pressed my lips to his neck, kissing and tasting his soft skin. I spoiled it with attention, sucking gently.

Edward slowly started to respond, his head falling back as his hands gripped my waist. “Bellllaaa... what are you doing?” He moaned, drawing out my name.

“Kissing you. Is that okay?” I asked, not really stopping. He wasn't pushing me away, so I took that as a good sign. I slid one of my hands up the back of his shirt and dragged my nails downwards.

“Yesss....” He gasped, his hands sliding up my sides.

I let my lips travel to his ear to suck the lobe gently between my lips. I flicked my tongue against it playfully, experimenting with my new-found... talents. If you could call them that. Edward sure could. His palms traveled over the sides of my breasts, his thumbs brushing against the undersides of them. I hissed in pleasure, having never been touched like that before. I didn't know where the confidence came from, but I decided to enjoy it.

“How is this for staying warm?”

“I'm hot, that's for sure,” he groaned out. “Not- not that I... oh... I want you to stop, but what- what brought this on?” He stammered out, his stomach muscles jumping as my fingers grazed them.

“I want to make sure that you're real,” I told him honestly.

“Oh, I'm real and really...” he trailed off, unable to finish his words as my lips suckled on his neck. “Bella, are you sure that you're real?”

I giggled. “Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I be?”

“You're gorgeous, and I can't believe that I didn't realize you sat beside me last year. I am such an idiot. I can't believe how unobservant I am. If I had known, I would have been crawling behind you, begging for your attention.”

I probably should haven't laughed, but it was so ridiculous. I mean, he was Edward Cullen. He turned down girls on a weekly basis when we were in school. I couldn't believe that he would want me, in any form or fashion, then or now.

“I think that you need your eyes checked.”

“You may be right. I should have gotten them checked last year,” he answered, deciding to take control. Edward lowered his mouth to my shoulder. He was so gentle and sweet. “Why didn't I notice you?” He asked again, mostly to himself.

“There isn't much to notice,” I told him honestly. It didn't bother me. I knew that it was the truth.

“Then why did I want to cart you off, caveman style, up to my room the moment that I opened the door this afternoon?” He teased against my skin.

“I would have let you,” I laughed, pushing my hands further underneath his maroon University of Washington shirt.

“So...” He started, gently shoving me onto my back. “If I brought you up here and threw you on the bed...” He crawled on top of me, straddling my waist. “You would have been okay with it?”

I giggled, nodding my head. “I don't know why you'd want to. But, oh yes, it would have been more than okay.”

“Bella, I have a question...” He trailed off a bit shyly. “Do you really like me?”

I felt like screaming 'well duh, you idiot!' but that would have been rude, and I didn't want him to stop. “Of course. What's not to like?”

“A lot of things,” he spoke in a sad little voice.

“I can't think of a single reason not to. But why do you ask?” I pressed as I ran my hands over his spine.

“Well, I was flirting earlier and-”

“You were flirting with me?!” I shouted out a little too loudly in the darkness. I didn't mean to interrupt him, it just seemed like my mouth was working without me.

“Apparently not very well,” he muttered sourly.

“I just thought you were being your normal charming self,” I elaborated with a little smile. Edward Cullen was flirting with me. It just wasn’t in my head. I had to keep myself from doing a little dance.

“Ha, I've been called a lot of things, and charming isn't usually one of them,” he remarked with a bit of a laugh. He was sitting up now, still straddling my waist. I let my hands settle on his hips lightly.

“I've always thought you were.”

“How could you, though? From what it appears, I was a blind jackass who probably didn't say three words to you. And you know something? I have never put this much effort into flirting in my life. Honestly, I don't think that I've wanted anyone to like me so badly,” he admitted. I could tell that he blurted out more than he meant to. It was cute, though, and I liked knowing that I wasn't the only one that did that.

“You want me to like you?” I questioned with a cheerful grin. I let my arms stretch over my head, letting them rest in that position.

“God, yes. When I first saw you, I had to catch my breath. It felt like someone punched me in the face. I was just so blown away.”

“I looked like a snow beast,” I laughed, repeating the words that I had thought earlier. “And it's good to know the feeling that a person gets when they see me. Punched in the face? I should wear a sign to warn people,” I teased.
“You're a sassy one, aren't you?” He mused as he ran his hands over my exposed midriff.

“Am not,” I replied stubbornly, making Edward laugh. “Okay, maybe a bit. So, you really were flirting with me?” I confirmed, still not believing it.

I could practically see him roll his eyes in the dark. “I did that bad of a job? I almost kissed you like six times before I finally worked up the courage to. I need to work on my skills a little.”

“Oh, so you were going to kiss me! I thought that I was going crazy!” I murmured, putting my hand to my forehead. It felt like I had a fever I was so warm.

“Yes, in the car. After the teddy bear. A couple of other times,” he insisted softly.

“I wish that you would have,” I told him quietly as I brought my hands to his knees on either side of my thighs. I let them move slowly up until I was sliding my palms over his hips again.

“Me, too,” he answered, leaning down with my fingers still on his waist. He lowered his mouth to mine, and sweetly began to kiss me. “Now, I will. Every chance that I get if you let me.”

I touched his cheek, feeling the little of stubble there. What was he saying? What did he want? I mean, I would take whatever I could get from him, but I had to know, just to keep myself from getting in too deep. Like that was possible. “What is every chance that you get?” I pushed, hoping that he would understand my meaning.

“Weekends, holidays, school breaks.”

“Edward, you live in Seattle now. Do you really want to drive all that way to see me?”

“No, I go to school in Seattle. I live in Forks. I don’t mind. Besides, I would be here anyway. Well breaks and such,” he explained. I felt a little deflated. He wanted me to be his... I couldn't think of a nice way to word it. Booty call... back at home. I guess that I should have figured.

“If that's what you want...” The sadness was practically dripping from my voice.

“But, sweetheart, there will always be phone calls and emails. I don't have class on Fridays, so we'd have the full weekend,” he added quickly, rubbing his thumb across my cheek. “If that's what you want.”

“Okay...” I said with a sigh.

“Tell me what's the matter. You seem so sad right now,” Edward pressed gently as he shifted so that he was lying beside me.

“Well, It's just that honestly, I don't have that much experience. With guys or sex, or dating. Or hooking up. Really, anything,” I awkwardly cleared my throat. “And I really like you. More than I should, and probably more than you'll ever like me. And I don't know if-” I was cut off by his lips, which crashed passionately into mine.

“Bella, what do you think that I want from you?” He asked as he pulled back. I kind of shrugged and shook my head as I looked away, blushing. “I think that you misunderstand me. I don't want a fuck buddy,” he said the words with sarcastic disdain dripping from his lips. “I was thinking more of the lines of being my girlfriend. And I don't think that is possible.”

“What is possible?” I inquired a little stupidly.

“That you like me more.” I laughed at the absurdity of that statement. He had no idea, and I wasn't going to inform him of my severe crush any time soon. He seemed a little confused at first but smiled, leaning his forehead against mine. “Is that a yes? Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

I nodded my head, causing his grin to brighten considerably. He kissed my nose, lips, cheeks, and chin so that he let his lips linger at every spot. I moaned softly when he pecked at my throat, my hand tangling with his hair.

“That feels good...” I breathed out.

He placed his hand on the other side of my neck, his large palm covering it completely. He gently turned my head to the side and lowered his mouth to my skin. Lightly kissing it, Edward's hot breath flowed over my throat. I was on fire.

My hands went to his hips, going underneath his shirt. His stomach was perfect. I dragged my nails across it, causing him to shiver. Smiling at the reaction, I wanted to see if I could get it again. I went further, almost to his pecs. I repeated the action, but this time earning a drawn-out moan. He leaned up suddenly and crossed his arms in front of his chest. It took me a second to figure out what he was doing. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the side.

I had an almost irresistible urge to sit up and lick him like an ice cream cone. But I wasn't sure how that would go over, though. I didn't know where to touch. But I knew that I wanted to kiss him everywhere. Before he could come back down, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his waist to keep from falling backward. Pressing my face against his chest, I breathed his scent in deeply. I kissed it several times, his arms wrapping around me as he buried his face in my hair.

Finally, I gave in to my urge and licked him once. Much to my surprise, he moaned into my curls as his breathing got a little heavier. “God, Bella, do you know what you're doing to me?”

“Tell me,” I said, my unusual confidence still hanging around.

“You’re making me want to lick you too,” he whispered into my ear, causing a heavy blush to come across my cheeks. No one had ever said anything so sexual to me before. I whimpered, leaning my body against him for support.

He brought his hand to my chin again, lifting it so that I could look up at him. He kissed me lightly, seeming a little sad around the edges. “I'm sorry. I'm going too fast again.”

I shook my head, biting my lip. “Edward, if you make me feel uncomfortable, I will let you know. I promise.”

“Will you?” He mused, playing with a strand of my hair. “I don't think that I could live with myself if I hurt you.”

“You won't,” I smiled at his sweetness. I craned my neck so that I touched my lips to his again. He was so lovely and gentle. He laid me back carefully, still on top of me.

I had never been kissed the way that he did as he laid on top of me. Well, obviously. He was my first. But unlike earlier, it was calm, delicate, and slow. There was no need to rush. I had to tell myself to remain calm as my fingers twisted into his perfect bronze locks.

“You are a spectacular kisser,” he informed me after he caught his breath. “I can't get enough of you.”

I blushed brightly. “You're just saying that.”

“Um, no,” he smirked a little. “You turn me on so much,” he swore.

“I’m not sure how,” I breathed.

“What do I have to do to show you that I want you?” Edward asked with a heavy sigh. I could tell he was swiftly becoming a bit frustrated with my disbelief. “Love, let me show you something...” He trailed off, taking my hand. When he placed it on the front of his pants, I let out a gasp. He was solid as a rock and bigger than I realized. I felt him when he was rubbing against me earlier, but touching him like this was totally different. “I am this way because of you. Because you’re beautiful and sexy, and I want you.”

“Wow...” I stated in an airy tone. Without my permission, my fingers wrapped around him through the thin fabric. He groaned softly, instantly becoming just a little harder in my hand. He lowered his mouth to my neck and began to kiss it again, almost like he was trying to keep it busy. I continued to stroke him, getting rougher as his mouth started to become more demanding. I would probably have a hickey in the morning. That was more than fine with me.

His hand slipped between us and slid over my breast. He squeezed it gently, massaging it through my shirt. I instantly responded to his touch, my nipples becoming firmer.

For some reason that I couldn't understand, he pulled my hand away from his pants. I was about to ask what he was doing when he slid down my body. After nuzzling my breast for a moment, he wrapped his lips around my pebble-like nipple through my shirt. Moaning, I brought my hand to the back of his head. I had never felt so good as his warm mouth soaked the fabric. He pinched, pulled, sucked, and kissed for several fantastic minutes.

“Oh, Edward...” I whimpered his name, my back arching slightly.

It took me a moment to realize what his hand was doing. He gently cupped the warmth between my legs through the thin cloth of my shorts. My hips bucked into his hand, the grip on the back of his neck becoming tighter.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice husky in a way that I had never heard before. It was beyond sexy, and I felt myself become wetter than I already was.

“More,” I pleaded, not knowing what he could give me. I would take it all. I just wanted to have him touching me this way. Forever.

He slowly lifted my shirt and lowered his mouth to my exposed breast. But instead of kissing it, he ran the tip of his nose over my nipple before he let his lips leave feather-light kisses around the edges. I could feel the stubble on his chin, scratching me in the most sensual way. Making sure to give it equal attention, he moved to the other breast as his hand still cupped me. “Is this what you want?” Edward asked in a voice that was pure velvet.

I pulled him up so that our mouths could meet, my lips moving fiercely against his. Once again, I found his stiffness just waiting for me. I wrapped my fingers around it eagerly as our tongues moved together. His hand touched in time with mine, pressing his palm against the soaking need that I had. I pushed my hips forward, wanting to feel more.

Edward seemed to understand what I needed. His perfect hand moved down the front of my shorts and slid one of his long fingers along my wetness. I let out a loud hiss of surprise, jumping a bit.

He began to pull away. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I panted. “And if you stop, I will punch you in the face.”

As he chuckled at my choice of words, his hand returned to its position. “Just because you made me feel that way doesn't mean that I want you to actually do it.”

“Then you better not stop,” I simpered, looking up at him innocently. The smile that made me attracted to him in the first place made an appearance. Edward began to kiss the corners of my mouth as he slid a finger across my tender skin once more. I was so sensitive already, and he had just started.

“Is this okay?” He questioned gently as he continued his stroking.

“It's wonderful.” My voice was just a whisper.

When I had done this at home alone, it never felt like what he was doing. It was ten times better. His hands were larger and far more firm. I knew what to touch, but he didn't. Yet he still seemed to bring stars into my vision. It was like he was meant to be doing these things to me.

I had to grab something. Just hold on to anything, or I would lose it too quickly. I didn't want him to stop, ever. I wasn't sure if it would happen again, and I had to draw the moment out. So, my hand snatched the first thing it found, which just happened to be him. Edward moaned against my breast, taking in a deep breath. With my fingers securely wrapped around his erection, I slowly began to match his speed. I wondered briefly if the fabric between us was making it better or worse. I couldn't help but think that skin on skin would be better.

“Edward?”

“Yes, love?” He inquired in a soft voice, almost airy. His head was resting on my chest, breathing heavily against it as we played with each other. It was more erotic than I could have imagined.

“Take off your pants...” I suggested, trailing off hopefully. His head snapped up, looking at me for a long moment. “I want to touch you like you're touching me, and it's kind of hard to do with them on,” I explained, a heavy blush coming over my cheeks.

“You don't have to do that. I just want to make you happy.”

“It'll make me happy if you let me. Please?” I quietly begged. He actually seemed to be thinking about it for a minute. “I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” I teased.

He laughed a bit, placing a little kiss on my stomach. “I just don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

Huffing, I felt a bit frustrated. I knew what I wanted, and I thought that he could tell. I lifted my hips and tugged my shorts and underwear down quickly. Edward took in a sharp breath. I wasn't sure how to take it, but then his fingers, which was still resting in between my legs, stroked me. They flicked across the sensitive bud there. I moaned softly, arching my back.

“Take off your pants. I want to touch you, Edward. Please?” I asked again. He groaned at the words, his eyes becoming a little glazed over. I lifted one of my hands to his side, tugging his sleep pants some. He finally gave in, pulling them off. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. I sucked in a deep breath, biting my bottom lip.

“What?” He questioned in surprise, coming to sit on his knees beside me.

“I didn’t realize that you were going to be so beautiful.”

He laughed. “Stop trying to stroke my ego. You’ve already gotten my pants off.”

I decided to play with him a little. Just having the thought in my hand made me a tiny bit dizzy. It was probably partly the painkillers from earlier, but I didn't care. I was really enjoying it. I wrapped my fingers around him, unable to circle him completely.

“Who said anything about stroking your ego?”

He moaned louder than I thought possible. Edward leaned forward, capturing my lips in an almost desperate kiss. With his hands on either side of my face, it became even more intense. I could tell that the mood had suddenly shifted but in a good way. It wasn't playfully anymore, but something more.

As he pulled away, he whispered, “stop.”

He took my hand from around him and brought it to his lips. Kissing my palm, he moved so that he was almost on top of me. I felt his hardness pressing against my stomach, and I wondered how he would be able to fit inside me.

“Does it not feel good?”

“It feels fantastic. But if you keep doing that, I'm going to make a mess on your beautiful chest. And I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't like that.”

I lowered my hand to him again, the other that he was holding going to his cheek. He looked into my eyes, his gaze heated. My fingertips slipped into his hair once more, tugging him to my mouth. Before our lips crashed together, I breathed, “touch me.”

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10/26/2019

The Halloween Fair: Part Three

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Part Three

The room was almost completely pitch black with the lights off, the only illumination coming from the massive television screen. American Werewolf in London began to play, and I looked over at him, smirking.

“Really?”

“What?” Edward sheepishly questioned. “It's Halloween.”

I rolled my eyes but didn't complain anymore. I hadn't seen it before, only the newer one that was set in Paris on late-night cable years back. Though, I wasn't really able to get into the movie because I was starting to get chilly. Goosebumps raised on my arms, and I began to shiver. I tried to rub my arms to stay warm.

Edward, of course, noticed. It felt as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of me all night, and I could understand why. He got up without a word and literally picked me up, rearranging my pillow and foot. He went to his bed and pulled off the comforter before he walked back over to me. Carefully, he sat beside me and wrapped the blanket around both of us.

“Better?”

“Much,” I commented as lightly as possible. I could feel the heat coming from his body. It was almost too much for me. Edward put his arms across the back of the couch, watching the movie again.
I finally began to relax and get into the show. But for the same reason that I don't like haunted houses, I don't like scary movies. I squeaked loudly at a jump scare, much to my shame, and turned into Edward's shoulder. His arms were waiting for me, it seemed. He wrapped me up tightly, letting me hide my face there.

“Shh, it's almost over,” he said in a whisper. His breath brushed along my ear, causing me to shiver in pleasure. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

Pulling back to look at him, I realized, like so many times that night, that he was only inches away. I could see his eyes sparkle, even in the dim light. His grip tightened for a moment, and then something astounding happened.

He kissed me.

Our lips crashed together with fantastic force. His fingers tangled into my hair, holding me to him. I couldn't help but return the favor. I wanted to feel his beautiful silky locks running through my fingertips. Gently I tugged on it, making Edward moan.

His lips were almost magical as he continued his glorious assault on my mouth. He was one hundred percent in control of the moment. Cautiously he twisted us around so that I was lying flat on my back, and Edward moved on top of me. Our lips never parted as he rested himself between my legs. Dirty thoughts flooded my mind, and I wished that we had no clothing on at all. As it was, I could feel every inch of him pressed against my body.

This kiss was not the first kiss that I had imagined for myself. It was far better. I imagined something clumsy and awkward, but this... was pure bliss. He was careful to be respectful of my body while still making me feel desired. His hands smoothed over my arms and stomach lightly. Edward's kisses were intense, just like him. I never could have imagined anything that perfect.

Lightly he sucked my tongue into his mouth, massaging it with his own. It wasn't a sensation that I was expecting, and the shock that ran through my spine surprised me even more. Without thinking, I reacted and pushed myself closer to him. Of course, I used my bad ankle.

I groaned in protest at the pain. Edward pulled away instantly and laid his head on my shoulder, panting. “I'm sorry...” He whispered quickly, “I'm going too fast. It's just that I wanted to do that all night.”

I wanted to explain to him that he was certainly not going too fast. That I loved what he was doing, and it was my stupid ankle causing all the trouble. I didn't know where to start, though. “Edward...” I breathlessly whimpered.

He looked up, waiting for me to say something. He looked a bit like a beaten puppy. Like he was sure that I was going to tell him to get lost. I had to make that look go away.

So, I did it the best way that I could think of. I wrapped my fingers into his beautiful hair and tugged his mouth to mine, meeting it halfway. He moaned loudly against my lips, his grip on my waist tightening quite a bit.

I wanted to feel him closer to me. To feel his weight on my body. Wrapping my good leg around his waist, I pulled him closer. I groaned when I felt something very stiff rub against the center of my thighs. I had never felt friction like it before. It was utterly divine. I began to rock my hips back and forth a little, moaning against his mouth with every pass.

His hand slid from my waist to my thigh, spreading his fingers out over my bare flesh as he reached my knee. He grabbed it, adjusting me a little roughly. My head lolled back with the tantalizing sensation. His lips travel down my jaw and to my neck, where he focused his sweet torture.

Our hips were moving in time with each other, causing one another to pant and moan. His hand slid up and down the outside of my thigh, massaging it with his fingers.

“You taste as good as you smell, Bella,” he whispered flirtatiously into my ear.

I was about to respond when I heard my name again, but not from Edward's lips.

“Bella! Where are you? Are you okay?” Alice called from somewhere in the house.

Edward grumbled loudly. Before I could figure out exactly what was happening, he was sitting up again. My feet were back on his lap with the blanket covering us once more. He smiled over at me apologetically, his hand resting on my knee underneath the covers.

“Later,” he grinned right before Alice came into the room, not even bothering to knock.

“There you are! What are you doing up here?” Alice asked with her hands on her hips.

“She's going to sleep up here tonight. You kick like a mule,” Edward said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

Her face instantly scrunched up at being called out. “Oh...” She mumbled, a little deflated. There was no way to argue because she knew that he was right. She came over to the couch and brought my head up so that it was on her lap. “What're you watching?”

“Where's Jasper?” He sourly questioned with his mouth a little tight. She didn’t notice.

Alice was twisting her fingers into my hair, playing with it absently as she gazed at the screen. “He went home. He has to get up early in the morning. Before you ask, I don't know where Emmett and Rose are, but I'm pretty sure that whatever they're doing, that it doesn't involve clothes.”

“Too much info,” I sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

“Tell me about it,” she laughed. “So, what are we watching?” She repeated.

So, I ended up lying on top of two Cullens, not really watching the movie. My world was starting to go in and out, my eyes drooping shut. Between Edward rubbing my knee gingerly and Alice stroking my hair, I was surprised that I lasted five minutes.

I started to dream of Edward's mouth on mine again. It was so vivid. Perhaps it was the pain medication that Carlisle had given me. I would have to thank him for it later. Somehow our clothes had gone missing, and we were doing more than kissing... I moaned loudly, feeling pleasure surge through me completely.

“Bella, are you okay? Does your ankle hurt?” My best friend asked as she woke me up.

I blushed brightly, hating the fact that I had made noise in my sleep. At least I hadn't given too much away. I often spoke.

“No, I'm fine.”

“Alice, I think that I should get her to bed,” Edward suggested, carefully arranging my feet off of him as he stood.

“Is that a hint to leave?”

“No, it's me telling you directly to,” he sarcastically replied. He pointed to the door with a smirk.

“Fine, fine, fine,” she muttered, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I'll be downstairs if you need me. I'll see you in the morning. I'm sorry about your ankle.”

“I probably would have done it no matter what,” I reasoned with her. “I had a lot of fun tonight anyway.”

“Alright, Bells. I'll see you in the morning,” she repeated. Alice danced to the door, blowing her brother a kiss. He slammed it shut in her face. He even locked it. I giggled, leaning my head back on the couch to look at him. He was smiling at me.

I couldn't believe how fast he could move. One second he was by the door, and the next, he was leaning over the arm of the couch, kissing me. We were turned in two completely different directions, but that didn't seem to alter how incredible of a kisser he was. I wound my fingers into his hair once more. When he started to suck on my bottom lip, I thought that I was going to die. Edward began to peck down my chin, nipping at it playfully before he traveled down my neck. It seemed as if he was going to continue his explorations further downward, but he suddenly stopped, resting his forehead against mine.

He closed his eyes. “I'm going to hell,” Edward muttered to himself.

“Why?” I laughed.

“I'm taking advantage of a completely stoned girl.”

I laughed again, shaking my head. “Edward, please. I'm not that high. If my ankle weren't hurt right now, I would be off this couch trying to get your clothes off just like in my dream.”

“Really?” He questioned with a broad crooked smile over his beautiful features, the word drawn out.

I realized what I had said a little too late. I closed my eyes tightly, blushing furiously. “Okay, maybe a little stoned. I can't believe that I said that. I have no filter.”

“No, no, no. I want to hear about this dream of yours,” he pleaded quietly. When I shook my head at his request, he frowned. I had already said too much. He brought his perfect lips to my ear. “Please?”

“Edward... I'm embarrassed,” I admitted, biting my bottom lip.

“Why?” He pressed. When I didn’t answer, he came around the couch and scooped me up into his arms. Then he carried me over to his bed and laid me down in the center.

“It's...” I started but wasn't sure how to finish.

I couldn't help but look at his perfect backside as he walked over to the couch. He retrieved the comforter and placed it at the end of the bed. Then, he proceeded to crawl up it towards me. I knew that my mouth was gaping open, so I made sure to snap it close as he came to rest beside me.

“What is it, Bella? I promise that I won't make fun of you,” he assured me, touching my cheek. His expression had me dazzled.

“I'm not worried about you making fun of me. I'm worried about making a fool out of myself,” I corrected him.

“What do I have to do to reassure you?” He inquired as he ran his hand down my cheek and across my jaw. I shrugged my shoulders, and even though he pouted, Edward nodded. “I won't push you, but I really do want to know.”

“Thank you,” I breathed.

I yawned softly, feeling exhausted. It almost felt like my limbs were detached from my body. Edward chuckled and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “I'll let you go to sleep.”

He started to stand, and I instantly reacted. I grabbed his arm. “No, stay.”

“I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I don't want you to sleep on the couch, and since you won't let me, I can only see one thing that we can do. Sleep together.” I didn't realize how that sounded until it fell from my lips. He was going to think that I was a slut or something. In all honesty, if he asked me to take off all my clothes, they would have been gone in a second. “Besides, it's going to be a cold night. We can keep each other warm,” I tried to clarify, just making it that much worse.

I could tell that he was trying to bite back a smile. “Bella...” He said my name softly.

“Yes?”

“You can stop talking now if you want.” Edward smiled then, his eyes mischievous. He ran his thumb gently over my lips, causing my breathing to hitch.

“Thank you,” I muttered again in embarrassment.

“I think that's a good idea, though. You do seem... cold,” he remarked, his eyes going over me in an appraising way. It took me a moment to realize what he meant, and I automatically brought my arms across my chest to cover my hard nipples. They had nothing to do with the weather. He chuckled. “Would you like me to get you something warmer to wear?”

“No,” I shook my head. “I think once we get under the blanket and get comfortable, I'll be good.”

He smiled as he got the comforter, wrapping it tightly around us. Edward snuggled in close to me, his arm draped across my waist. Lightly, he kissed the crook of my neck, breathing in deeply. “Goodnight, Bella.”

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10/25/2019

The Halloween Fair: Part Two

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Since it was Halloween, the line was rather lengthy for the haunted house, making us wait longer than the usual ten or so minutes. Music was playing loudly all over the fairgrounds, filling the air with the thumping bass. It could be a rather strange mix. There would be rap, heavy metal, a country song, then something from the fifties. But it's wasn't horrible. I actually heard a lot that I liked.

“Oh! I love this one!” My best friend clapped loudly, giggling. Alice, being Alice, wasn't shy at all. She began to dance, or maybe, grind against Jasper. It didn't take much for Rose to get into it, too. I laughed, watching their silly display. Both guys loved it.

“I feel rather left out,” a velvety voice declared from behind me. “I don’t suppose that you'd dance with me?”

I turned, biting my lip as I did. “I'm a horrible dancer, and I don't want you to lose a toe or anything.”

“Please?” Edward asked from underneath his eyelashes.

“I honestly don't know how to dance to this kind of music,” I informed him, trying to think of another excuse. It wasn't that I didn't want to. It was just that I didn't really want to hurt him or make a fool of myself. But if he was anything like his sister, I already knew that I was doomed.

“It's not that hard, I promise. Let me show you.” And without another word, he turned me around. Placing his palms on my hips, he pushed my backside into him. With his hips, knees, and hands, Edward pressed me into a steady rhythm. “There you go. Not hard at all, is it?”

“No,” I squeaked out.

We continued to dance together, his hands sliding up to my waist. My head leaned back against his shoulder without my permission, and I was greeted by his smile. I decided to try something that I saw Alice do. Saying a quick prayer, I hoped that I didn't accidentally punch Edward in the face. I brought my arm up slowly. He seemed to realize that was what I was doing because his palm slid up my side and up my sleeve, guiding it until my fingers were resting against the back of his neck.

“Hey guys, it's our turn,” Alice shouted to grab my attention.

Blushing, I looked away quickly as I disengaged myself from him. I was having way too much fun. Edward didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. He offered me his arm. “Shall we?”

Nodding my head briskly, I picked up the bear that I had sat on the small patch of dry ground at our feet. I slipped my other arm around his. I wasn't really looking forward to the haunted house. Typically, I was pretty jumpy, so I was never a big fan of them. But I seemed to be the only one, though.

Slowly, I let go of him as we walked inside. I went in front of him, wishing that I could run through the thing or just turn right back around. I knew that it was coming. Someone jumped out, yelling at me loudly. I screamed and turned around, running directly into Edward. His arms went around my waist tightly, holding me to him.

“It's okay,” he hushed me gently. “Why don't you hold my hand? I swear that I'll keep you safe.”

Once again, I nodded and took his hand. I wished that we both didn't have gloves on so that we were skin to skin. I was beyond curious to how it felt. The rest of the house wasn't nearly as frightening. I was too wrapped up in being so close to him. Whenever there were bits of light, I would try to study his features, but every time he would be looking back at me.

We were almost free and clear. I couldn't hear Alice or the rest of them anymore. They must have gotten lost in the maze part somewhere in the middle. I could see the light that was coming from the exit. I began to pick up my pace, ready to be out. Suddenly something popped out from the ceiling, and I almost ran directly into it. I shrieked, stepping backward. I wasn't sure what my foot caught on, but I braced myself for a fall that never seemed to come. After a moment, I opened my eyes one at a time.

“Are you okay?” Edward asked as his arms tightened around me.

I tried to stand up on my own, but it didn't work. When I attempted to put pressure on my left foot, I let out a loud hiss of pain. “My ankle hurts.”

Without saying anything else, he put his arm underneath my knees and picked me up bridal style. Edward walked purposefully out of the house and over to the nearest bench. He sat down with me on his lap.

“Which one is it?”

“My left one.” I bit my lip, trying not to cry.

He carefully unlaced my boot and slipped it off. He pulled off my sock and set it to the side. Gingerly, he ran his fingers over my ankle. “Wiggle your toes for me.”

I did what I was told, and pain rushed through my foot. I started to cry softly, hot tears streaming down my too cold face. “It hurts, but I don't think that it's broken.”

“I think that you're probably right. It'll hopefully be okay after a couple of days.” He looked up slowly and frowned, bringing his hand up to my cheek. “Don't worry. It'll be alright.”

“Oh, my god! Bella, are you okay?” Alice screeched as she ran over to us at full speed.

“I sprained my ankle,” I stated plainly, not wanting to say anymore for fear my voice would crack.

His fingers on my back tightened slightly. “Dad doesn't go to work until eleven, so I'm going to take her back to the house and have him look her over,” Edward explained matter-of-factly.

“We'll all go,” my best friend quickly suggested, looking back at our friends.

“No!” I said rather loudly, unsure of who I was protesting. I didn't want to be a hassle, and I didn't want to ruin anyone's evening. It wouldn’t bother me to sit on a bench until everyone was ready to go. I didn't mind.

Edward was the one to shake his head, raising his hand up to stop his sister. “Don't worry about it, Ally. I'm kind of faired out anyway. Why don't you guys stay and have a good time? I'll take care of Bella.”

“Only if it's alright with her. Is it?” She asked with large round glistening eyes. Obviously, she really wanted to stay. She was having a wonderful time with her boyfriend.

“Of course. Close the place down for me, okay?” I gave her a watery smile.

After she agreed, Edward carried me to the car as I clutched my teddy bear and boot. I felt rather silly. I wasn't sure how he opened the car door, but soon I was inside with the seat laying back slightly. Rushing to his side, he got in so that he could turn the heater on high before we started the quick drive to their home.

Carefully, I tried to shift to make myself more comfortable, but I accidentally put pressure on my foot. I let out a soft hiss, and the tears restarted. I bit my lip, praying that Edward wouldn't notice. But, of course, he did.

“Are you okay?” He asked as his hand reached for mine. He started to rub soothing circles on my knuckles, calming me down completely.

Even though I was composed, I didn't want to stop touching. It was so intimate. I knew that he was just trying to comfort me, but it was lovely. When the car stopped, I didn't even notice. Edward looked over at me, our hands still joined. He smiled slightly, holding my gaze as he began to lean forward. I thought that he was going to kiss me again, but of course, I was wrong. He unbuckled my seatbelt.

It was just my overactive imagination. That's what I wanted, so that's what it created. I usually liked to live in my own world, but it was getting bothersome.

“Don't move,” he commanded in a firm voice before he got out of the car. He ran to my side, opening the door for me. Like before, he slipped his arms underneath me and held me to his firm chest.

“I could walk, you know,” I whimpered a bit breathlessly.

“No, you can hop. And I won't have you fall and break your face. So, hush,” he playfully chided.

Edward opened the front door and brought me inside, kicking it closed with his foot. The noise echoed throughout the house. “Hey! You guys are home early-” I heard Carlisle's voice begin, but he stopped immediately when he caught a glimpse of us. He rushed over from the living room. His father was already in his work clothes, a set of bright blue scrubs. “What happened?”

“She tripped. It appears that she sprained her left ankle. There is only minor swelling and bruising as of right now, but I wanted to bring her to you to make sure that she’s okay.”

“Bring her up to the study. I will take a look at her there,” Carlisle instructed, running to get his bag. Edward carried me up those stairs like I was nothing. I was amazed at how strong he was. Cautiously he sat me on the leather couch, waiting for his father to return in silence. “Well, Bella, I must say that you are lucky to have fallen around a pre-med student whose father just happens to be a doctor,” he teased.

“Lucky for me. Unlucky for you both,” I smiled, trying to ignore my throbbing foot.

Carlisle smiled kindly at me before bending down to examine my swollen ankle. He wiggled my toes in different directions, pressing the tender flesh with his cold fingertips. “Edward, I think that you're right. Why don't you run down and get a bag of ice along with her things? I think that they're by the door.”

His son nodded and walked quickly out of the room. It was a little strange to be alone with Carlisle, even though I liked and respected him. So, I decided to make conversation.

“Is Mrs. Esme not home?”

He gave a quick shake of his head, ruffling his light blond hair. “No. She's in Seattle for the night. She's one of the judges at this charity costume ball. Esme is supposed to pick the best female costume. She decided to make a weekend of it and stay with some of her college friends,” he explained with a laugh. “She wanted me to go as well, but as you can see, I'm working the night shift this weekend. I think that Halloween scares some of the newer doctors.”

“That's too bad. It sounds like a lot of fun,” I remarked, watching him wrap my ankle gingerly. He did it perfectly, not too tight or too loose.

“Well, she has to have her time alone every once in a while. Besides, we will have New Years,” he said with a sheepish little grin.

“Got the ice pack. I went ahead and took her stuff to my room.” Edward came in, gently placing the blue bag on my foot.

“Your room?” I stuttered.

“Yeah, I can take the couch.” Carlisle looked at him with a raised eyebrow. His son looked at him for a moment after remembering that his father was in the room, and he probably should explain his reasoning a little better. “What? Alice kicks in her sleep. You'd probably have to fix her broken ankle and Alice's broken nose in the morning.”

Carlisle laughed, tilting his head to the side as he made a little face. “You may have a point there. Alright. Why don't you go ahead and take her to your room? I'll be up in a minute with some painkillers. Bella, you may want to get ready for bed because they can make you a little tired.”

I nodded my head, trying to stand up. “Oh, no, you don't,” Edward murmured, swiftly picking me up again. “You're not going to do any more damage.”

He carried me the two more flights of stairs to his room, which was all alone on that floor. I had only been in it once, and that was when Alice was trying to find something. It was a beautiful space, mostly done in gold and black. It was set up with a black leather couch facing a huge flat-screen television. His vinyl records lined the walls, showing off his tastes. He sat me on his king-sized bed carefully and brought my bag over to me. “You get changed in here, and I'll go to the bathroom, alright? Do you need help?”

Flushing a bright red, I tried to clear the dirty thoughts out of my head. “No, I've got it. Thanks.”

He went to his dresser and pulled out a couple of items then headed into the restroom. I wasn't sure how much time I had, so I quickly undressed. I had only brought over my shorts and a tank top, not thinking that I would be around... anyone, really. Sighing, I tugged them on. I felt really exposed. I was brushing my hair when Edward came out of the bathroom.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“What? That bad?” I asked as I looked down at myself.

“No, not at all! Um, you have really long hair. It's pretty,” he responded in a rush. He walked over to his television quickly, looking like he was thinking about something really hard. “Want to watch a movie? I'm not really tired.”

“Sure. That would be nice. You pick,” I smiled at him, hopping over to the big comfortable couch with the ice bag. He grabbed something and placed it in the Blu-ray player. He went over to his bed, and I thought Edward was going to sit there, much to my disappointment. But, instead, he grabbed a pillow and came back over to me.

“It's best to keep your foot elevated,” he explained as he arranged everything for me, even placing my foot on a pillow, which just happened to be on his lap. I laid back a bit, trying to get comfortable while the movie started.

There was a soft knock on the door. Carlisle poked his head in. “Doing okay?” He inquired as he walked in.

“Sore, but I'll be fine.”

“Here, take this.” He handed me a single white pill and a glass of water. “It'll take about thirty minutes to an hour to kick in, but it'll really help. It's the ‘good stuff’. Edward, you don't mind keeping an eye on her?”

“It'll be my pleasure,” he grinned at me before looking up again. “We were about to watch a movie.”

“Alright. Well, you two have fun. I've got to head out for work now. If the pain gets any worse, I want you to come to the hospital right away. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” I promised. “Thank you.”

“Anytime. You know that you're my favorite patient,” he teased as he patted my shoulder. “I'll see you guys in the morning.”

“Hey!” Edward called out softly to his father as he got to the doorway. “Could you turn the lights off on your way, please?” He requested, getting more comfortable in his spot while the opening credits began. His crooked smile returned when it became instantly dark. “Thanks.”

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10/24/2019

The Halloween Fair: Part One

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I couldn't believe that I had agreed to go to the fair. It was probably forty degrees outside, and my layers of clothing didn't seem like enough. But it was perhaps the better choice. Alice made me pick between dressing up and going to a Halloween party or going to the State Fair. Knowing Alice, the costume that she would have bought for me would have been too far over the top to be seen out in public. I tried to argue against the fair, because of the price of the tickets, but of course, she won that.

“Don't worry about that,” Alice dismissively stated over the phone.

“I'm not a Cullen. I don't have millions of dollars to blow on nothing, thank you very much,” I replied in a sarcastic tone. I was sure that if we were together, she would have slapped the back of my head. It wouldn’t be the first or the last.

“Bella, my dad gets tons of those 'all-you-can-ride' passes for free from the hospital. They sponsor some sort of kiddie health thing. See? It doesn't cost me a dime for you to come along. Come on! It'll be awesome! We can hang out at the fair all night and eat greasy food. And then you can spend the night after.”

“I don't know, Alice... Who else is going?”

“Just the gang. Please, please, please?” I could practically see her pouting over the phone. I sighed, knowing that she had won.

“Fine,” I mumbled sourly. I hated the cold. And wet. And it was both.

“Awesome! Why don't you come over around four? Then we'll head out together after that,” she bouncily insisted. I knew that she was hopping up and down. I wondered how many cups of coffee she had that day already. Too many, probably.

So, there I was, standing at the front door. It was surprising that Alice wasn't waiting for me outside, but I was fifteen minutes early. I brought a backpack full of stuff, wrapping in as many layers as I could. I felt like a snow beast in all the fluff, and I knew that the cold wouldn't bother them at all. Phoenix had made me soft.

Knocking on the door rhythmically, I rocked back and forth on my heels while I waited for someone to answer. I could see Rose's car out front, so I knew that the twins were already here. Jasper and Rosalie were also southern born, but they had been in Washington a lot longer than I had. I was the newest to the group, just moving there the year before. Alice had taken me under her well-dressed wing towards the end of the school year, and we had been friends ever since.

When the door opened, I almost choked on my own spit. Standing before me was one of the most beautiful people that I had ever seen. It was a face that I knew all too well. It was Edward, Alice's older brother. I sat next to him in advanced Biology the year before, and I had a massive crush on him since. I don't think that he had even noticed me, though. It had been since he left for Washington State the previous summer that I had seen him last.

“Hello?” He said after a moment. I must have been gaping like an idiot.

I cleared my throat and spoke slowly. “Is Alice here?”

“Oh, yeah. She's still in her cave getting ready. Come on in,” he answered with a smirk. I couldn't help but snicker. How accurate were those words? I had been a victim of her fashion cave one too many times already.

“Thanks,” I mumbled as I rushed past him. I set my stuff on the floor by the door to put in Alice's room later. I was worried if I went inside that she would try to redress me.

Walking towards the living room, I found Jasper, Emmett, and Rose sitting around the television. Rosalie was flipping through a fashion magazine, and the boys were playing a video game. I plopped down on the loveseat.

“Hey Bells,” Emmett muttered, not even looking up from the screen.

“Hey... Who's winning?”

“I am!” Jasper thundered, bashing into Emmett's shoulder. Em cursed loudly and started mashing buttons.

I laughed at their silly display. “I've got the winner.”

Edward came into the room after a moment and sat at the far end of the couch, which was closest to me. He gazed at me for a long minute, like he was trying to remember something on the edge of his tongue. Finally, he brought out his hand for me to shake. “Um, I'm Edward, by the way. Alice's brother.”

“She knows who you are, dumbass. You sat next to Bella in AB last year,” Emmett stated in a biting tone, continuing to smash buttons. He had been in the class as well. Apparently, something went wrong because he threw his controller down. “Dammit!”

“Oh...” He murmured distantly. His cheeks flushed a bright red, and I felt bad for him. It sucked that he didn't know me, but honestly, who would? I wasn't much to look at. There was nothing about me that was truly memorable. We never even spoke.

“Come on, Bells. It's you and me.” Jasper began in a thick southern drawl.

“You're just going to have to play her later. I'm ready to go.” Alice announced, bouncing into the room.

“Well, now that the princess is ready, we can go,” Edward grumbled as he rolled his eyes and stood.

Alice, in the most ladylike way possible, flipped him off. Her nails were painted perfectly to match her outfit. “Come on. Let's head out.”

Before we could walk outside, I pulled her back. “You didn't tell me that Edward was going to be here.”

“I didn't? It must have slipped my mind. It's a good thing, though. Now no one is the odd man out,” she smiled brightly as she walked out onto the front porch. She knew how I felt about him. I seriously considered banging my head against the door.

“I don't think that everyone is going to fit into the jeep,” Edward pointed out the obvious. I couldn't help but stare at him. I felt like a silly, overly infatuated teenager. Well, I was a teenager, but I normally wasn't like this. He just looked so breathtaking in his leather jacket and gloves. With his coppery hair hanging in front of his beautiful green eyes like that. The few red freckles that were dashed over his perfectly shaped nose simply made me melt. I didn't realize that I was staring so hard, but apparently, he did. He smiled a little and looked down.

“Let's take two cars then. Rose, Jasper, Em and me in the jeep and you and Bella can ride in your car. What do you think?” Alice pondered brightly. I really wanted to turn around and kick her in the backside, hard.

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed right away, shrugging his flawlessly muscled shoulders. My eyes got wide with horror.

“I'm going to kill you,” I grunted in Alice's ear before I marched over to the waiting silver Volvo. Her brother, like the impeccable gentlemen that he was, opened the door for me. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” he assured me with his trademark crooked smile making an appearance.

After he closed it, I let out a ragged breath. It was going to be a very long night. I didn’t know how I was going to handle it. I was clumsy when I wasn't nervous. But when something had me all wound up? I was just plain screwed.

“Do you mind if I put on some music?” He asked after he climbed inside.

“No, not at all. Go ahead,” I smiled a bit. Just looking at him made me blush.

Oh, yeah. It was going to be a very long evening.

He flicked on the radio. Apparently, something was already playing, because it started in the middle of a song. I instantly knew it. I couldn't help but laugh. It really didn't fit Edward. At all.

“What?” He questioned, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

“Bowling for soup?” I inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh! So, you know who they are? I saw them playing on campus earlier this year. Their songs are pretty amusing,” he explained with a smile. It was oddly formal.

I giggled. “Yeah. They are pretty funny.” One of my favorite parts came on, and I couldn't help but sing along. “She's seen all the classics. She knows every line. Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, even St. Elmo's Fire!” It just slipped out before I could stop myself. I even danced a little in my seat. When I realized what I did, I put my hands over my face. “Ugh, I can't believe that I just did that.”

He laughed softly. “Don't worry. It was cute.” I dropped my hands to look at him, my eyes wide and a sizzling hot blush covering my cheeks. By this time, we were at the fairgrounds. Thankfully. It was only a short trip on the interstate from their home. He came to a stop and turned to look at me. “Don't be embarrassed. It really was adorable.”

“Um, thanks?” I questioned more than said it because I didn't know what else to say. I felt like such a dork.

When I stepped out of the car, I joined the group that was led by, of course, Alice. She was handing out the passes. “So, what are we going to ride on first?”

That was how my night started. Every ride seemed to need a partner. And since I wasn't coupled up like the rest of them, I had to ride with Edward. The first one we went on, I was practically sitting on his lap. I scooted to the far end of the seat, trying to give him as much space as possible.

“What's wrong?” He wondered softly as he ducked his head.

“Nothing.” I looked down at my hands, which were tightly clutching the silver bar.

“Are you scared?” I shook my head, unable to meet his always intense gaze. Swallowing hard, I gnawed on my bottom lip. “I promise that I don't bite,” he whispered melodiously into my ear.

I turned sharply to look at him. His face was only a couple of inches away from mine. Edward winked at me playfully, and I opened my mouth to respond, not really sure what to say once more. Luckily the ride started, saving me from myself.

We rode a few more together, and I was starting to get more comfortable with him. He seemed to be directing most of his attention to me. Perhaps, it was because he didn't have much choice. One of the biggest problems with being a single person in a group full of couples was that they tended to be... attached... to one another while they were together. And, apparently, all the excitement made them in the mood to make out every chance that they got.

Rose was practically wrapped around Emmett like he was a stripper pole while we waited in line for the small roller coaster. If she shoved her tongue any further down his throat, he would probably accidentally swallow it. Em's hands were glued to her ass.

“They look like they're having fun,” Edward declared dryly, rolling his eyes as he shook his head slightly.

“Too much if you ask me,” I whispered back.

“So, they're making you as uncomfortable as me?” He sheepishly questioned. I could tell that he was a real private kind of guy, and this type of PDA was probably too much from him. It was something that we had in common. Nodding my head, I looked over my shoulder at him. I hadn't realized that he was so close to me. I had to keep myself from jumping. “Do you want to get something to eat after this one then? Let them have their tonsil-hockey time.”

I giggled. “Yeah, sure. I'm starting to get hungry.”

“You're hungry?” Alice slurred as she pulled away from Jasper, who had a very... happy... look on his face. “Me too. Why don't we all get something after this?”

Edward groaned almost inaudibly for some reason. I didn't ask why. He was probably just sick of all the couples, too. I barely heard it.

“Want to share a funnel cake with me for dessert?” He asked after we sat down with our food. I got a huge corn dog with ketchup and mustard. He had gotten a slice of pizza. “I can't eat all of it by myself.”

“Sure. That sounds good. I can never finish them either,” I smiled at him. He laughed a little. “What?”

He grabbed a napkin and wiped the corner of my mouth. There was a massive glob of ketchup on my cheek. I blushed furiously. Looking away, I pushed my lips together in embarrassment.

“Hey, Bella, do I have anything on my face?” He spoke in an overly cheerful voice.

When I turned to look at him, his entire upper lip was covered in sauce. I laughed lightly. I knew that he was just trying to make me feel better, and it was working. It was a very sweet gesture. Like he had done for me, I leaned forward and cleaned his face. “You're too much, you know that?”

He impishly winked at me again as he smiled. He really was just like his sister. “I'm going to get that funnel cake. Want anything special on it?”

“Just powder sugar.”

“Perfect. Just the way that I like it,” he replied, turning on his heels to get the dessert.

Alice slid closer to me, leaning her head against my shoulder. “Having a good time?”

“Yes,” I hissed through clenched teeth. I was still mad at her for not at least warning me first. Though, if she had, I probably would have turned down the night completely. And she knew that.

She bumped her arm into mine. “You're going to have to tell me about it later.”

“Tell you about what?”

She winked at me, scooting back over to her man. I wondered what was with the Cullens and winking. They always seemed to know something that I didn't. Edward took her spot, sitting on the same side instead of across from me. “You have to try this. It's perfect,” he moaned as he pulled a piece off for me. He held it close to my lips, looking at me expectantly.

I leaned forward and took it from his fingertips. It was mixed with the salty-sweet taste of his fingers, which were now bare because he took his gloves off to eat. I hummed in pleasure, but not at the flavor of the cheap fair food. “This is yummy.”

When I looked up, Edward was biting his bottom lip and blushing a little. He looked down quickly, clearing his throat. The action reminds me... of myself. He grabbed his soda from across the table and took a large gulp. I wanted to ask him what made him so nervous all of a sudden, but I didn't have the courage to do so.

We sat in silence after that. I didn't really know what to say. We finished the funnel cake and waited for everyone else, which seemed to take forever.

“What do you want to ride now?” Alice prompted the group as she threw her cup away.

“I don't think that riding anything would be a good idea right now,” Rose started as she rubbed her flat stomach. “I don't want to get sick on my Gucci. Why don't we play some games or something?”

I really didn't have the money to play anything, so I stood back to watch. Edward seemed to linger back as well, letting the rest of them have their fun. “Don't like carnival games?” He wondered.

Shaking my head, I shrugged. “I do. It's just that I don't have a lot of cash to waste on this,” I admitted with a blush. “I would never win anything anyway.”

He pursed his lips in thought for a moment. Edward looked around quickly, his eyes searching for something. He apparently found it because he grabbed my arm and tugged me along. We were standing in front of a game, the one where you throw the softball to knock over the three milk jugs. It had huge prizes hanging around it, showing that it was one of the hardest games to win. He pulled out three dollars, the price of one throw, and handed it to the man. He turned to me with a sly smile. “Pick out which one you like.”

“What?” I blurted out in confusion. Before I could get an answer, he wound his arm back and threw the ball with all his strength. The metal milk jugs clattered to the ground loudly.

“We have a winner!” The operator of the game shouted. “What would you like?”

“Whatever the pretty lady wants,” he answered the man with a big smile as he looked at me. Edward was peering at me from underneath his long eyelashes. I felt hypnotized by him. “What do you want, Bella?”

I had to keep myself from squawking 'you, Edward. I want you!' It wasn't wise, or possible, so I wasn't going to ruin a perfectly good evening. “How about the purple teddy bear?”

The man pulled it down and handed it to me. I clutched it to my chest, hugging it tightly. “Why don't you try to win another?” He offered, always trying to make another sale. “It needs a friend.”

“No, this is enough,” I declared quickly, pulling him away from the game. We had kind of lost track of the others.

“Do you like it?” He asked when we were a safe distance from all the game callers.

I pushed my face into the toy. “I love it. Thank you. But you didn't have to do that.”
“I wanted to. Every girl deserves to have a stuffed animal won for her at the fair,” he flirted, that smile reappearing again. I felt my knees go a little weak, and it took everything that I had not to drop to the ground. He was so charming, and he wasn't even trying.

We were looking directly into each other's eyes, the silence deafening. He started to lean in slowly. His lips were not more than a few inches away from mine. I began to close my eyes, praying that what I hoped was about to happen, was. His lips were literally a breath away when I felt something short and annoying tug on my arm.

“Come on! We're going to the haunted house!” Alice stated excitedly. She had the worst timing sometimes. I really wanted to punch her at that moment.

“I don't like haunted houses,” I complained as she pulled me along.

“Well, I'll protect you if you want me to, Bella,” Edward promised from beside me. His hand touched my lower back, making my heart flutter loudly in my chest. I was surprised that he couldn't hear it.

“Okay...” I trailed off a bit breathlessly.

Who could refuse an offer like that?

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Part One

The Halloween Fair

This story contains sexual situations, reader discretion is advised. Mature audiences only, 18+

Summary:

Bella is admittedly jumpy and more than a little clumsy usually, but when something has her all wound up? Well, she’s just doomed, and she knows it. She didn’t really want to go to the fair in the first place, but she figured it was better than whatever Halloween plans her best friend could make. If she had known her best friend’s super hot, super-smart, slightly absent-minded brother was coming, she might have stayed home, but she’s certainly glad she came along for the ride…

Hi!

So, this is a story that I originally wrote at least a decade ago just as a one-shot that I expanded into a longer story. I have done some editing, restructuring, and hopefully some just overall improvements to the story. I have added some to it from the original as well.

This is not a serious story. This a fluffy, mindlessly slightly zesty story with Autumn vibes. Don’t take it too seriously. This story is meant to be popcorn, easy to mindlessly consume.

Enjoy!

~Jeska

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The Halloween Fair

Rated M (18+) for adult situations

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The Halloween Fair

This story contains sexual situations, reader discretion is advised. Mature audiences only, 18+

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