Poor stuffy Edward gets and education in voyeuristic delights when Bella decides that for Christmas he's going to learn to let loose a bit. This great one-shot, told from both Bella's and Edward's POV, has a nice, slow, sexy build up to the lemon at the end.
image courtesy of plushpout
Suddenly, another image poured forth into my mind. I saw Bella’s right wrist as she nimbly tied a bow around it in the same kind of ribbon as her leg. The gaze I saw shifted up her arm, as she trailed her own fingers up to touch the inside of her elbow, then further. She grazed her fingers up, trailing the pale blue vein that still traced up the centre of her arm across her shoulder and up her neck. But again, just as she reached her shoulder, the image disappeared.
I shuddered out a breath in spite of myself. I’d fantasized about seeing into Bella’s mind, but I’d never considered this would be something she’d show me. It was amazing. I could practically taste the desire in her shared thoughts. My own desire was just as palpable. Figuratively and literally speaking. I could sure as hell feel my own desire.
I willed more control into myself. I had to sit still. Though she was now my wife, there were still things I wouldn’t dare say out loud. Totally indecent things. Like the way the crease between her leg and her body made me want to just spontaneously come. I chided myself for even thinking such a thing.
Another image flooded in. It was Bella’s hair from the back, like she was looking in a mirror. She tied a ribbon around her as a headband, gently cinching the ribbon into a bow. Then she tied another one around her hair, letting her long dark ponytail fall like a heavy satin curtain, tied open. Her gaze started to travel down her naked back. I took in the soft curve of her waist and the gentle flare of her hips. Expanses of cream coloured skin. Just as I could see the dimples her in lower back, the image once again disappeared.
I was straining, trying to get the image to keep going. I realized my tongue had slipped between my lips unconsciously willing me to reach out and taste her skin. But my own memories of her body, as perfect as they were, were not this exact image. When I tried to make the gaze continue down to her ass and her glorious legs, it took on the haze of the imagined, which just wasn’t as good as seeing Bella’s milk-white skin through her own eyes.
I adjusted my position in the chair, feeling uncomfortably stuck there. Very human, I thought wryly, that these little voyeuristic glimpses were making me fidget in my chair and think crude things. Like how I just wanted to feel Bella’s firm thighs under my thumbs, and grab her roughly as I pushed my tongue into—God, I had to get control of this unholy lust racing through me. This was my wife, after all. Of course I desired her, but I couldn’t let myself view her this way. As an object for my gratification.
Sure you can, Edward. Sometimes it's fun to be objectified a little, especially if it's for YOUR gratification purposes!!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy TheAcidAngel's one-shot, and if you do, please go and check out her other works: Trust Exercises, a one-shot from Edward's perspective of what happened on Isle Esme, and Paler by Comparison, which covers Edward's experiences prior to meeting Bella.
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