Seattle General - Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I'm grateful to Stephenie Meyer for her dream. Please don't steal my original work. Still rated "M" for lemons, language, etc.

EPOV

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. What the hell? I threw on my boxer briefs and went to investigate. There was the love of my life in my kitchen, making pancakes and bacon, in nothing but the shirt I wore last night. Had I ever mentioned this woman was going to be the death of me?

I came up behind her and put my arms around her. She squeaked in surprise. “Morning baby,” I whispered in her ear. She turned around and placed her hands against my chest.

“Mmmm…morning darling,” she replied, as we kissed deeply. Then she spanked me lightly on the ass and asked me to finish setting the table. How could I refuse?

Our breakfast was wonderful, as was everything she made. Bella sitting there in my shirt with nothing underneath made it a bit difficult for me to concentrate on eating, though. Soon we were finished and she cleaned everything off the table except for the syrup. I looked at her questioningly. She grinned and said, “Dessert time!” Huh?

Bella went straight for my boxer briefs and made quick work of them. She had them off me in a flash. My dick was bobbing out there in plain sight. “Mmmm,” she moaned appreciatively as she took the syrup bottle and poured just a bit on the tip of my dick. Holy fuck! She immediately had me in her mouth. Her wet, warm tongue was sliding up and down the sides of my shaft as her small hand was cupping and fondling my balls. This wasn’t the first time she’d had me in her mouth – but it certainly was the first time at the dining room table! Her tongue came up to the head of my dick and licked at the tip as she looked up at me through her lashes. She said lowly, “Do you like dessert?” It was all I could do to whisper, “Yes, baby” through my moaning. I kept my hands in her hair, not guiding her as she certainly knew exactly what to do to my needy dick, but just enjoying the feeling of her going after exactly what she wanted.

I could feel my orgasm building and wanted to warn her if she didn’t want to do this here. “Baby, I’m going to come.” She winked up at me and said, “I know,” and went back to licking and sucking me with that warm mouth of hers. She took as much of my dick in her mouth as she could and I exploded, again and again. Bella moaned. After cleaning me off with her expert mouth, she proclaimed she loved having dessert and finished it off with a gulp of orange juice.

She said she was going to go wash the dishes. I grabbed her around the waist and sat her on my lap. No fucking way was she doing anything with the dishes right now. I needed my dessert. I unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and discarded it on the floor. I took the bottle of syrup and poured a little on each of her nipples and dove right into them. Very sticky and sweet – yum. I preferred tasting Bella on her own, but this was different and fun.

I picked her up from my lap and sat her on the edge of the table and asked her to lie back. I positioned my dining room chair in the perfect position to partake of the Bella buffet now spread before me. I squirted a little syrup from the bottle onto her perfect little pussy and watched it run down to mingle with her juices. My god, she was sexy. My fingers spread her pussy open and my tongue started at the bottom of her slit and ran right up to her clit. Mmmm…this could be my new favorite dessert – Bella with syrup. The way she was writhing on the table, I think she liked it as well. I teased her clit a little longer until I could feel my dick beginning to stir again. This woman made me so aroused so often! I took her clit gently in my teeth and was flicking it with my tongue. Bella was going wild with desire, bucking her hips and arching up into me. “Edward,” she moaned, “please more…please make me come.” I let go of her clit with my teeth and just assaulted it with my tongue as her orgasm ripped through her. “Fuck, Edward, I need you,” she panted.

“I know, baby,” I said as I slid into her. I loved being buried inside her. This table was the perfect height for this – who knew? I was glad I insisted on buying this heavy old table. Because making love to Bella on it right now was the perfect reason to have it.

BPOV

Edward took me to fucking Tiffany’s! Tiffany’s! Yes – the jewelry store with the distinctive blue boxes. When I saw where he was taking me, we had to stand outside the store for 10 minutes while he calmed me down by rubbing circles on my back with his hand. I’m sure I was hyperventilating. He’d said, “Bella baby, this is something I want to do for you. I love you and I want everyone to know it.” I’d finally agreed to go in the door, hoping they weren’t going to charge me to breathe the air inside.

Once he’d got me in the door, he wanted to get me a platinum key necklace. We agreed on one that was shaped like a heart at the top with diamonds on it. Augh – rather he insisted on the diamonds. This was due to the fact I hadn’t let him make a big deal about my birthday in September. Cue my eyeroll. He wanted it to remind me that I held the key to his heart always – even in those times we weren’t together. He also wanted me to try on some engagement rings. Holy crap! Was I ready for that? He reminded me, “Baby, I am going to ask you to marry me, so it’s best that you’re here with me so I can see what you like.” After looking at several selections, I found I liked the classic Tiffany round solitaire setting the best. Edward seemed pleased.

However, right now, I needed to stop my wool-gathering and get my act together. Alice was counting on me to be her maid of honor! We were at the hotel where the ceremony and reception were taking place and having our makeup done by a makeup artist. I was just hoping not to end up looking like a hoochie mama the entire day. I glanced over at Alice and said, “How ya doing, girlie?”

She had a look of perfect contentment on her face. “Bella, you know, I feel totally fantastic! I can’t wait for Jasper and me to start our life together. I could really get into planning weddings.” She winked at me, smiled and continued, “I’ll be throwing my bouquet your direction, as I think another wedding will be coming up soon! Please say you’ll let me plan yours!”

I blushed and responded, “Alice, wow! Edward and I have talked about it some, but nothing’s official yet.”

She winked at me again and said, “Oh, I bet it will be soon.” The girl wasn’t supposed to be giving me a panic attack today. I had to walk down the aisle by myself in just a bit.

Soon, we were dressed – me in a long purple strappy dress with some gorgeous “sex shoes” as Edward called them and Alice in a gorgeous wedding gown made of many layers of lace. I was glad right then that wasn’t my wedding dress. It looked itchy, but suited Alice just perfectly. Once her veil was situated, it was time for us to go.

The ceremony was very nice. I didn’t trip coming down the aisle, which I considered a major accomplishment since every eye in the place was on me right before Alice came out. I just kept my vision focused on Edward and I found I could breathe normally.

When we turned to perform the recessional, the plan was for me to hook my hand onto Edward’s arm. He already had something sitting on his crooked arm – a beanbag penguin. Dammit – I cracked up laughing! He was grinning from ear to ear himself and chuckling. I knew he was going to get the last word in about the damn tuxedo penguin thing. I held the penguin against Edward’s arm and we followed Jasper and Alice down the aisle and to the reception. He leaned down and said, “Baby, this penguin is yours and only yours. You know these damn penguins mate for life.”

I said right back to him, “Yes, I’ve heard that. And if there weren’t 300 people watching our backs right now, I’d slap your ass.” He made me promise I’d make good on that claim later, which I happily agreed to, as we went to where the photographer was set up. Since we were already such great friends, the photographer was not only able to get the traditional wedding photographs, but more personal ones of the four of us together. I was tired of smiling by the end, but the pictures were going to look great.

After dinner was served – and I might’ve slapped Edward’s ass when people’s attention was focused on Alice and Jasper – I was totally relaxed. Edward had his arm around my back on the chair. It was wonderful to just focus on the love of two of our best friends and our own blossoming love.

All too soon, the DJ announced Alice would be throwing her bouquet. Alice came over to where we were sitting and said, “Bella, I expect you to be over there.” Oh great – just what I was looking forward to – the walk of shame for every single woman at this shindig. Whenever I got married, I was not following this stupid tradition. Edward squeezed my shoulders, smiled and said, “You can do it, baby.” Augh – now he was encouraging me, too. Can this get any worse?

I walked out to the small crowd of women which had gathered in the designated spot on the dance floor and stood there, hoping the floor would swallow me up. No such luck. The DJ was counting down for Alice as she had her back to us, although she knew where I was standing. That’s when things started moving a little in slow motion for me – the bouquet was thrown, it was in the air, the women (including me) were jumping up to catch it, and then suddenly there was a small popping sound and my ankle was at an odd angle. Fuck, I said to myself, even though I was now sitting on the floor, unwilling to show anyone exactly how much pain I was in – even though the tears were coming to my eyes even now.

Edward was beside me in a flash. “Baby, what is it?” he asked urgently. “My ankle,” I barely choked out.

“OK,” he said, “we’re out of here.” He picked me up from the floor in his strong, capable arms. Jasper was just coming out to the dance floor for the garter toss and saw us. I was trying not to attract too much attention and confine my sobs of pain to Edward’s shoulder. Edward told him something had happened to my ankle and we were going to the hospital.

The valet got Edward’s Volvo quickly enough, probably because they didn’t want a crying, emotional woman on their hands – or maybe a pissed off, emotional Edward – either one. He got us to the hospital in record time and carried me into the emergency room. That’s my Edward – carrying me in like he owned the damn place.

Once the doctor in charge examined my foot – with Edward fussing and fuming every few moments – he determined I had sprained my ankle. I finally had to grab Edward’s hand to hold him there beside me. Once they got me an ice pack and some ibuprofen, I knew I was on my way to feeling better. The doctor wrapped up my ankle in an elastic bandage and told me to go home and elevate it on a pillow.

After we were back in the car and heading back to my apartment, I hesitantly asked, “Edward, what’s wrong?”

He ran his hand through his hair and blew out a gust of air, “Baby, I’m just so damn protective of you. And for me to have to be in there while that asshat fucked around while you were still in pain pisses me off.”

I smiled a bit and said, “I know I wasn’t the only patient in the ER today, darling Edward.” I grabbed his hand in mine.

“I know,” he agreed, “but you were the only patient there that mattered to me. I would go stark raving mad if something bad ever happened to you.”

I kissed the back of his hand and said with a smile, “Don’t talk like that. Let’s just go home and you can show me what a great bedside manner you have.”

When we got to my apartment, Edward insisted on carrying me up and settling me on the couch with the TV remote. He did let me alone in the bedroom for a moment or two to get dressed in something that wasn’t my formalwear from the wedding. He placed my ankle with some ice on my plump couch cushions. He asked if I was still hungry, to which I said I would like something sweet. He rummaged around in my refrigerator and cupboards for a bit and came back with some cookies and ice cream.

As we ate our dessert and watched TV, he sighed and asked, “I guess this means no sex shoes for a while, huh?” He looked at me with a cute pout on his face.

“Well,” I responded, “I don’t think my doctor would think it would be very responsible of me to be wearing those again right away. And besides, does my doctor need the sex shoes to think I’m sexy?”

He set his bowl on the coffee table and turned around to face me, his arms around my middle, answering me immediately, “Definitely not, baby. You turn me on whether you’re wearing those or not.” Then he kissed me until I was dizzy. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the pain still shooting from my ankle or from Edward’s kisses.

Edward’s cell phone rang then and he picked it up. It was Alice, calling to ask how I was. I told her she should be off, enjoying her honeymoon. She insisted they were at the airport, waiting for their flight to leave, and she couldn’t leave without knowing her best friend was ok. I assured her I’d be fine and ended the call soon after.

The next day, Edward ran out to get lunch and dinner food along with some clothes for himself for tomorrow, so he left Flippy in charge. Who would leave a stuffed penguin in charge? Only Edward! He had assisted me in the shower earlier, being very doctor-oriented – no funny business. He didn’t want my ankle getting hurt again. He did leave my cell phone on the coffee table next to me, so I wasn’t at the total mercy of a stuffed penguin.

While he was gone, I grew tired of watching mindless television so I called Angela to see how she was feeling. She was doing great and things were progressing well. I also called my dad. I hesitantly asked him if Edward and I could come for Thanksgiving. He wanted to know all about Edward – being the overprotective cop dad that he is, I guess. I told him I hadn’t mentioned it to Edward yet, but that would be the plan for now. I made one last call – to my mom. She wasn’t available as she was at some yoga class, but I did get to talk with Phil a bit. He said they were doing good, that he was happy to hear from me, that I sounded happy, and would let my mom know I called.

Finally, Edward returned with some movies and food. I knew he would get fast food for lunch. He could live on that stuff! I needed my ankle to get better so I could cook for him again. He told me he’d called Carlisle and told him I wouldn’t be at work the next day. Carlisle had been at Alice and Jasper’s wedding, but Edward wasn’t certain he’d seen my ungraceful fall.