Resident Geek - Chapter 17
Title: Resident Geek
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings: Edward/Bella
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 17/?
Warnings: Strong language, sexuality, and underage drinking.
Summary: Geeky Edward thinks he has absolutely no shot with the popular, beautiful Bella. Is he right, or will she be one of the many girls who thinks geeks make for better lovers? OOC-AH.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. Other things got in the way.
Thanks to Annie, Jen, Natasha and everyone else who reassured me this was good enough to post. (BTW - The original direction I was going to take is under 'Resident Geek Extras'.)
This chapter starts on Thursday, October 30th.
Here's a picture of Edward's costume and Bella's costume. I’d advise looking at Bella’s once you reach the point where Edward sees her for the first time to get the full effect.
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I can feel her on my skin
I can taste her on my tongue
She's the sweetest taste of sin
The more I get, the more I want
She wants to own me
Come closer
She says, "Come closer"
~"Closer" by Ne-Yo~
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Chapter 17
EPOV
You have to fight them!” I yelled at Bella, pointing to the splicers that were coming through the door.
“No! They scare me!” she yelled back, running the other direction.
“But that’s the only way out! Just do what I showed you - use the Electro Blot and then hit them with the wrench.”
“There has to be another way out!” Bella shouted, panning over the wreckage in the lounge.
“There’s not. Now hurry and fight them or they’re going to… do that,” I added lamely as they swarmed over Bella’s character.
“I don’t like this game anymore,” she whined, weakly handing me the controller.
“You just need to get the hang of it. Here, let me show you again.” I started the game back up and ran through the simple quest, fighting the splicers in quick succession and moving on to Neptune’s Bounty. Bella sat next to me, quietly watching and occasionally sighing.
“Do you want to try it again?” I asked, pausing the game and offering her the controller.
“No, not really,” she replied. “I’ll just watch for now.”
“Okay.” I went back to playing, running through the levels I knew so well. Bella had been the one to show an interest in playing BioShock to begin with so her reaction to it was puzzling. She’d said she wanted to see what all the hype was about. Now I guess she knew.
The first Little Sister of the game came on-screen and I glanced over at Bella to see her reaction. It was one thing to hear the creepy little voice and quite another to see the owner of it. She cringed and scooted closer to me, our knees lightly touching as she angled her body toward mine.
Then a Big Daddy came on the screen and Bella wrapped her hand around my arm, hiding her face behind my shoulder as the Big Daddy took care of the remaining splicers down below. “This game is gruesome,” she said, her voice slightly muffled against my shirt as she watched the scene over my shoulder.
“You’re the one that wanted to play,” I pointed out.
She sighed. “Let’s not bring that up again.”
“Alright,” I chuckled, saving the game. “I guess you won’t be dressing up as a Little Sister for Halloween then?”
“Hell, no. Sinister creepy little things,” she muttered. “Besides, I already have my costume.”
“That’s right. Are you still refusing to tell me what it is?” I switched the 360 off, tossed the controller beside me on the couch, and turned toward Bella.
“Yes. I want it to be a surprise.”
“But what if we decided to go as the same thing? I think you should tell me, just in case,” I teased, trying one last time to wheedle the closely held information out of her.
She scoffed. “I sincerely doubt that will happen. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to find out.”
“Fine. I give up,” I relented, throwing my hands up. “But in the meantime, I feel I’m owed some compensation.”
“Is that right?” Bella said slowly, lifting her eyebrows at me.
“Yep.” I grinned and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her onto my lap. She squealed, but didn’t put up a fight. Not that I thought she would. She seemed to like when I took the initiative, which I had been doing more of since Monday night.
We hadn’t done anything quite so… intense since then, choosing to instead have our fair share of dalliances without delving into something more before we felt the moment was right. But we were much freer around each other, touch-wise.
“Much better,” I mused, running my hands up and down her back as she leaned on me.
She pushed against my chest until our faces were inches apart. “Is this all you had in mind?”
“No,” I replied, suddenly growing quite serious as I stared at her. Tracing the lineament of her cheekbone, I gazed into her eyes and tried to tell her how much I loved her without actually saying the words. Her eyes softly closed as I leaned forward, letting this kiss tell her how much I needed her.
If nothing else, my actions showed how I felt, even if I couldn’t say it out loud for fear that she wasn’t ready to hear it.
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Getting ready for a Halloween party had never been so nerve-wrecking before. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat as I styled my hair, slicking it up and back with a large amount of hair gel.
Angela had ultimately been the one to influence my costume choice. After Bella went secretive on her costume choice about a month ago, I knew it was because she thought she was going to win; she would have the better costume and then get to gloat about it all year long.
I had to one up her. It was my competitive streak coming out, I know, but I just had to. So I kept my ears and eyes open, trying to find the perfect costume that would knock Bella off her high horse.
One day Angela and Ben had joined Bella and me for lunch and we were discussing older films. Ben brought up Monty Python, of course, and we were quoting the Holy Grail back and forth when out of nowhere Angela, grinning mischievously, interjected, “What about ‘Rebel Without A Cause’, Bella?”
Bella stared at Angela as her cheeks grew pink, but she didn’t say anything. I was curious so I asked Bella, “Do you like that movie?”
Personally, I had never seen the attraction for it. It was kind of boring.
She blushed even more and ducked her head. I looked at Angela to explain what just happened and she started laughing. “Hasn’t she told you about her James Dean fascination?”
“No.” But Bella’s reaction had clinched it for me. She had a huge thing for James Dean, which anyone could see from the way she was glowering at Angela to shut up.
Thus my Halloween costume was decided. I was definitely going to win.
Slipping the comb into my back pocket, I inspected the end result. The get-up was simple enough - red jacket with popped collar, white undershirt, and tight jeans rolled up over black work boots. It was the hair that was hard to copy. It was Flock of Seagulls meets Coiffed Waves and my hair just didn’t want to stay.
Hopefully the gel would hold out for most of the night because I wasn’t going to bring any with me. These jeans were too tight to put anything in the pockets, except for the essentials.
All together, I didn’t look too bad. It wasn’t a dead-on impersonation, but I could probably cause a double take or two if I just walked down the street on a day that wasn’t Halloween.
It would have to be good enough because I’d just looked at my phone - it was time to pick up Bella.
The heart-pulsing-in-my-throat sensation started up again and this time the ends of my fingers tingled. It was pure willpower that propelled me out of the apartment and into my car. I went into automatic pilot as I drove over to Greek row, worrying about my choice of costume for the bazillionth time.
Much sooner than I wished, I was standing in front of the KD house door. I took a couple deep breaths, trying to work up to knocking on the door when it suddenly opened.
“Oh,” a blonde girl dressed as a French maid said in surprise when she saw me standing there. “Hello.”
“Uh, hi… Is Bella here?” I asked, shoving my hands into my jacket’s pockets.
“I’m sure she’s around here somewhere. James Dean, right?” she questioned, pointing at me.
“Yeah.”
“Looks good. Lemme see where she is,” the blonde said, turning to walk off. She left the door wide open, however, so I stepped to the side so I wasn’t standing in the doorway like a dunce where everyone could see me, should they choose to walk by.
I guess I had been too good at hiding myself because the door unexpectedly closed, making me jump. Sighing, I turned back to it, but it swung gently open, leaving my hand suspended in midair as I began to knock once more.
Bella stood there, alone, wearing next to nothing in an intricate Night Elf costume, but somehow too much.
I gripped the doorframe with my hand to keep from falling backward as I took in my fantasy incarnate. My gaze traveled over her, greedily absorbing every detail: the purple glow of her newly tinted hair… the way her white breasts were pushed together by the violet brassiere top… the curve of her throat, so enticing that my mouth watered in response… the flat line of her stomach… the soft curves of her thighs peeking out from strategically placed coverings… even the purple boots that reached just above her knees seemed sexy. The overwhelming, startling costume was provocative, displaying more of Bella’s pale skin than my sanity could handle.
I had never seen a more vibrant and unreasonably beautiful woman in my life and I was instantly filled with a raging inferno of desire. Thoughts of plans and friends fled, and all that was left was my need to have her. Fully. Completely.
With a start, I realized I’d practically been drooling while staring at Bella and had failed to say anything yet.
Her dark brown eyes flashed in amusement when I finally raised my eyes to her face.
“You… you look… I…” I swallowed as Bella softly smiled.
“So do you, Edward,” she replied, reaching out to tug on the lapel of my jacket. “What happened to your glasses? Are you wearing contacts?”
I shrugged and made a noise in the back of my throat. I had no idea if it was an agreeing sort of noise because I was too busy staring at Bella again.
“I take it you like the outfit?” she asked, shifting her hips while crossing her arms, which only pushed her boobs together even more. I whimpered and nodded, struggling to keep my hands to myself.
“How… where… how?” It seemed I could only utter one syllable at a time.
“One at a time, Jim,” she said with a smirk and a teasing look in her eyes as she gently pushed me backward so she could step out of the doorframe and close the door behind her.
Her small hand slid into mine, our fingers instinctively interlacing, and Bella pulled me along to start toward the SigEp house, the frat that was hosting this evening’s festivities. My upper arm bumped into her shoulder pad and then I found I could say more than one syllable. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Bella murmured. “So, I’m assuming the ‘how’ you meant as ‘how did I find it?’”
“I think that was one of them, yeah.”
“Some chick was selling it on Ebay. It was pure dumb luck I found it. I thought I’d have to make my own.”
I didn’t even want to think about how much she spent to win that auction. I’d make it up to her somehow. Maybe at Christmas. “You just happened to have the same measurements?”
“I wish,” Bella sighed. “Alice had to make several adjustments.”
“Ohh… so, where did you even get the idea to dress up as a night elf?”
I felt her shrug as the curve of her shoulder pad snagged against my jacket. “It wasn’t something I actively sought out. I was trying to find out more about that game, the World of Warcraft-”
“Just World of Warcraft, no ‘the’,” I corrected.
“Whatever,” she continued. “So I’m looking through their forum and I find a thread about how much guys fantasize about the female elves. There were pictures and stuff on there as well, some rather crude, but I got the impression that a lot of it had to do with the lack of clothes they wear and the dance they do. It didn’t take long to figure out that’s what I wanted to go as tonight.” She paused and looked at me, which in turn made me look at her. The ears were difficult to get around, but somehow they looked adorable on her. “I wanted to be your fantasy… just this once,” she added, almost at a whisper.
I stopped walking at the onslaught of instantaneous need that rose out of me to make her understand that she was always my fantasy. She was my fantasy every single moment of every single day. She didn’t need to put on something so provocative to make me want her. It was like breathing to me.
She was. I lusted.
It was that simple.
But all of that was a jumble in my head, one that I couldn’t put it words, so I chose the next best alternative.
Giving myself permission to move, I reached out and crushed her to me, finding her lips in the next second. My hands landed on bare skin. I moved them without thought, seeking out more of it, loving the feel of her soft warmth under my fingers and palms.
“Always,” I breathed as I kissed down her throat, hoping she would understand.
She smiled into my hair and then pushed against my arms. Regretfully, I loosened my hold and she stepped back, framing my face in her hands.
“Thank you,” she said, staring into my eyes.
“For what?” I asked, confused while at the same time trying to combat the screaming voice in my head that she was too far away.
“For making me feel desired.”
“Was there ever a doubt that you weren’t?” I blurted out, incredulous and irrationally angry that she hadn’t understood. Her hands slid away from my face as I tried to make her comprehend how desirable she was to me. “Can you really not see how much I want you? How sometimes I can’t sleep because I’m so hard and… aching for you?” My voice dropped to a whisper. “How I wanted nothing more than to make love to you when you woke up in my arms on Tuesday?”
“Edward…” Bella began, tears shimmering at the bottom of her eyes.
“Shit. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I said quietly, cupping her cheek.
“Sorry,” she replied with a watery smile.
We stood entwined in each other. Bella shivered when a cool breeze blew past us and the moment was gone. “We should probably head to the party,” she said, wiping at her eyes.
“Right, the party…” I repeated and then stopped. “You, looking like that, at a party… with other guys…” I didn’t like it.
Bella stared at me. “It’ll be okay. Besides, I told Alice I would meet her there. She hasn’t seen the entire ensemble yet.”
“Okay…” I begrudgingly gave in. We continued walking, her smaller hand enclosed in mine.
Nearing the already swinging party, my stomach started twisting into knots. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be allowing Bella anywhere near other males right now.
As if to prove my point a guy wearing one of those copout Halloween shirts that read ‘Costume’ turned around in a stumble as we started up the walkway and his jaw dropped when he saw Bella.
“Heyyyyy, bay-ba,” he slurred, ogling her boobs.
Bella lifted a disdainful eyebrow at him. “Yeah, right,” she muttered under her breath.
I remained silent, focused on that guy. If he so much as took a step toward her, I was ready.
“Come on,” she pressed, pulling at my hand. I hadn’t even realized I’d stopped walking until I was jolted forward. We entered the house that was vibrating from the bass of whatever dance song they were playing, something about ‘just live your life’, which I found oxymoronic since by simply being alive, you were in fact living your life.
Bella searched for Alice and I followed her, clutching her hand and staring down any guy that looked at her. Suppressing the urge to cover her with my hands, my jacket, a blanket - really anything that would shield her from prying eyes, I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath through my nose in resignation.
It was going to be a long night.
Finally I heard a familiar squeal and saw Alice barreling down on us in a Pocahontas getup, grinning. “You look fantastic! I told you those highlights would work,” she shouted, even though she didn’t really need to. The music wasn’t that loud in this part of the house. Alice gave me a once over when she looked my way and laughed. “Did Bella put you up to that?”
I shook my head ‘no’ and flushed, suddenly becoming self-conscious. In all the anxiety and worrying over Bella, I’d forgotten I was dressed up as well. And that my pants were really tight.
I spotted Jasper heading our way, dressed as a cowboy. Not one of those dollar store costumes either, but the real deal. It didn’t seem out of character for him and I wondered if he’d just had that laying around at home or if he’d actually had to put thought into the outfit.
I bet he doesn’t feel uncomfortable in his tight pants, I thought bitterly and then sighed. My frustration wasn’t with Jasper. It was with every guy in this place. I could feel their eyes roaming over Bella’s milky-white, smooth skin as they imaged her naked. And possibly having sex with her, which was an image only I was allowed to have.
It was driving me insane.
Stepping behind her to block her backside from view, I loosely wrapped my arms around her waist and scanned the room for any lecherous onlookers. A guy leaning against the wall in the corner wearing a Jack Sparrow outfit, complete with dreadlocks, was taking his time cataloging every inch of Bella. I burrowed holes into his skull, yelling at him in my head to stop looking at her, to back the fuck off, to notice me before I let my possessive rage get the best of me and I killed him.
It wouldn’t be that hard. Everyone was absorbed in their own partying. It was loud enough that no one would hear his screams for help.
He glanced up and I locked eyes with him, threatening to end his existence if he didn’t cease and desist. He flinched and broke eye contact, straightening up before walking out of the room.
Bella happily chatted away with Alice as I moved on to my next victim, locating a clearly undergrad boy in scrubs fixated on Bella’s boobs, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I looked to my right. Jasper leaned down and spoke directly into my ear. “You’re making me antsy, dude. Why don’t you just take her out of here?”
I shook my head as I watched her interact with Alice. She was completely oblivious to all the attention she was receiving. As much as it pained me, if she wanted to stay, I would stay. That was all there was to it.
I went back to where the underage doctor wannabe had been, but he wasn’t there anymore. Alice expressed an interest in finding refreshments, but Bella passed. She turned in my arms as Alice and Jasper walked away and then sighed against my neck.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” she said accusingly. Okay… maybe she wasn’t completely oblivious…
Leaning down to talk in her ear, I played dumb. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re wearing the wrong costume, Conan,” she quipped. “It’s all very unnecessary. You know that, right?”
“I know no such thing,” I scoffed, scaring off another unwanted pair of eyes to our right.
Bella sighed again. “Come on, Tarzan, let’s dance. Maybe it’ll get your mind off things.”
I grumbled in response, but went along because what else was I going to do?
At the last minute I remembered the trance Bella put me in every time we danced together, so I held her in my arms this time, reasoning this would stop me from zoning out since I wouldn’t be able to see her body. It was weird finding a rhythm that fit with the fast pace dance music, but eventually we worked it out and I once again started staring down any guy who had the misfortune of getting caught.
But little by little my brain succumbed to my body’s demands, which was that all thought be redirected to the feel of Bella in my arms… and all blood redirected to my southern hemisphere.
The outside world disappeared as I looked down and became lost in Bella’s eyes, entranced by the curve of her upper lip, rapt in the freckles that were scattered across the bridge of her nose. My breathing grew shallower and my arms tightened until we were barely swaying to the music.
Curling my hands into fists behind her back, I fought the desire to drag her off into a secluded corner, shove her underwear aside and take her. Savage need gripped me as I stared at Bella. My lungs couldn’t get enough air. My groin literally throbbed. It was agony and I knew the only thing that would relive me was her.
I felt a lance of pain as my fingernails dug into the skin of my palms, just enough to keep me lucid.
“Edward?” Bella inquired softly.
“Bella… I don’t think… I can’t…” I breathed out harshly, unable to say what I wanted. She needed to know how close I was to snapping.
I stilled as she slid up my chest to stand on her tiptoes. My body tightened that last infinitesimal amount and I knew I was going to shatter if I didn’t have her. Bella leaned in until her lips ghosted over mine as she whispered the word that would change everything.
“Upstairs.”
For one breathless second time froze for me and I knew in that moment what was going to happen. Then the world snapped back into place and I grabbed Bella, racing for the stairs.
The first door I came to was locked. The second held two occupants already enjoying their alone time. My frustration reached an all-time high when I found the third door locked and I think I growled at some point.
The forth door opened for me and a quick scan insured it was empty. Dragging Bella inside, I slammed the door and flicked the lock. There was just enough light from the street lamps outside to illuminate her when I turned to her. Bella yelped as I shoved her against the door, reaching up for her prosthetic ears.
I winced, losing a bit of my impatience in the face of Bella’s pain. “Sorry.”
She pulled them off and tossed them to the side before giving me a small smile. “It’s okay. Now… where were we?”
I took a deep breath and then let my body reign once more. Bending down, my lips collided into hers and my tongue pried her mouth open. Bella moaned and curled her arms around my shoulders, scraping her nails up the back of my neck and into my hair.
Tugging at her shoulder pads, I succeeded in ripping them away simply because they kept me from touching all of her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground as we continued to kiss. Stumbling over to the unmade bed, we fell onto it, catching myself as I hit the mattress so I crush her. Bella bounced once, brushing against me as she did and then I relaxed, dropping down to feel the length of her body against mine.
She shoved my jacket off my shoulders and pulled my shirt from my jeans as I worked on unhooking her brassiere top. Uttering a curse of frustration, I finally just yanked on the center strap between her breasts and felt a glowing satisfaction when it tore in half.
Sitting back on my knees, I slid out of my jacket and shirt and then paused as I took in Bella, spread out and waiting for me. The love I felt for her swelled in my chest until I couldn't catch my breath. Bella hooked her fingers into my jeans and asked, “You okay?”
I wanted to tell her right there and then. With intense concentration, I willed her to know how I felt. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Bella smiled softly and pulled me to her. Lowering my head to kiss her, I imagined she'd heard me.
We went slower after that. In almost a daze, we bared ourselves to each other. I began mumbling nonsensical words, stinging them together to tell her that I worshiped her, adored her, wanted her, needed her, couldn't live without her. That I'd been waiting for only her.
Remembering the condom I’d carried around for what seemed like years at the last second, I somehow managed to sheath myself without much fumbling, recalling long ago sex education classes.
Settling between her legs, I held myself up by my forearms and looked down at her. Bella stroked my cheek and reached up to kiss me, but stopped about halfway with a wince.
“You’re on my hair,” she whispered.
My eyes widened and I moved my arms quickly, mumbling several apologies in a row.
“It’s okay,” she assured me before lightly kissing my lips. I almost choked on the emotions building inside as she reached down and positioned me, the tip of my straining erection sliding inside her.
“Ready?” she asked tentatively.
I nodded and then gulped, fighting past my nerves to make sure this was good for Bella.
I love you, I thought fervently as I thrust forward. Heat the likes of which I've never felt surrounded me and I buried my face into the curve of Bella's neck, letting out a broken sob.
Bella wrapped her arms and legs around me, urging me forward by lifting her hips to meet mine. Clinging to her, I withdrew and then slowly sunk back into her, wanting to weep at this sense of home I felt.
After a couple more slow thrusts, my control broke and they grew wilder and faster as I strained to reach the edge of the pleasure building in my groin and spreading throughout my body.
Bella moaned throatily when I moved slightly to the left and I tried to keep hitting whatever spot I'd found but I couldn't hold on long enough.
I bucked into Bella, crying out as my orgasm took me by surprise with such delectation that the back of my eyes exploded in white light.
Bella cradled me in her arms as I shuddered in short spasms whenever a latent remnant of ecstasy shot through me and a few gasps escaped me. This feeling of satiety settled in and my breathing calmed. I took a deep breath and then lifted my head to stare in wonder at the girl who had just solidified her place as the center of my world.
Bella smiled, sweeping away the last of my tears with her thumbs. “Was it that bad?” she asked teasingly.
I barked a laugh and shook my head. “No. It was... it was...” I couldn't put it into words. But my mind was clear enough to realize that I’d missed something. “Did you... I mean, was it good for you?”
“Yes,” she said. “On both counts.”
“Oh.” Pride flooded me. It was one of those rare times that I felt like a man.
I'd satisfied my woman.
Grinning, I hugged Bella to me and wanted to laugh at how absurdly happy I was.
“Edward?”
“Yeah?” I answered, pulling back to look at her.
“Whose room is this?” she asked, glancing around.
“I have no idea.” But I wanted to find out and then thank them profusely for leaving their door unlocked.
“Oh, okay. I was just wondering.”
“Why?” I asked. Something about Bella's tone sounded off to me.
“Well... there's a lot of naked women staring at me,” she replied in a whisper.
“Wha-?” Looking up, I found myself face to naked chest with a centerfold from Playboy. Giving the walls a quick once over, I noted several posters, cut-outs, and even a few anime drawings covering every inch of space - all showcasing a naked or almost naked woman.
It was definitely disturbing.
Pulling out of Bella, I rolled us over and tucked her into my side. Having a better view of the multitude of printed porn, I couldn't help cracking a joke. “Do you think the guy who lives here would be proud of me for getting an actual girl naked in his bed?”
Bella looked at me in shock and then shoved at my chest before breaking out into giggles. “You'd definitely get at least a high five.”
I snorted as she rested her head on my shoulder and curled around my body. I could stay like this forever, I decided.
“Hey, Bella?” I called out quietly.
“Yeah?”
“I'm glad it was you.”
I felt her smile against my shoulder. “Me too.”
Holding her close, I cherished the moment.
I knew we needed to move soon, but right now I just wanted to hold her.
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A/N: So? What do you think? Did I do Geekward's first time justice?
Refs/Defs:
BioShock - splicers, Big Daddies and Little Sisters are some of the bad guys you'll find in the game, which is one of the best first person games I've seen in a long time. I heard there might be a movie, which would be interesting to see. Bella's reaction was pretty much what I felt the first time I played by myself in the dark one night. My boyfriend came home and found me huddled in the bed with my teddy bear beside me as I watched my comfort movie while every light in the apartment blazed. He laughed at me. ...jerk.
Rebel Without A Cause - the movie that 'launched' James Dean into stardom. He played a character named Jim Stark, which is why Bella calls Edward 'Jim' at one point.
Night Elf - if you've never seen the dance the female Night Elf do in the game, find one. I'm positive there are a million videos of them on YouTube. You'll quickly understand why I picked that for Bella's costume. It's not uncommon for guys to create a female Night Elf character just so they can make them dance and flirt with other characters.
‘Live Your Life’ - song by T.I., featuring Rihanna. I like to rip on this song because Kellan put it on his celebrity iTunes playlist and called it his ‘anthem’. Heh. You’re adorable, Kellan.
Conan/Tarzan - as in Conan the Barbarian. Tarzan's self-explanatory.
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Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings: Edward/Bella
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 17/?
Warnings: Strong language, sexuality, and underage drinking.
Summary: Geeky Edward thinks he has absolutely no shot with the popular, beautiful Bella. Is he right, or will she be one of the many girls who thinks geeks make for better lovers? OOC-AH.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. Other things got in the way.
Thanks to Annie, Jen, Natasha and everyone else who reassured me this was good enough to post. (BTW - The original direction I was going to take is under 'Resident Geek Extras'.)
This chapter starts on Thursday, October 30th.
Here's a picture of Edward's costume and Bella's costume. I’d advise looking at Bella’s once you reach the point where Edward sees her for the first time to get the full effect.
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I can feel her on my skin
I can taste her on my tongue
She's the sweetest taste of sin
The more I get, the more I want
She wants to own me
Come closer
She says, "Come closer"
~"Closer" by Ne-Yo~
~*~*~
Chapter 17
EPOV
You have to fight them!” I yelled at Bella, pointing to the splicers that were coming through the door.
“No! They scare me!” she yelled back, running the other direction.
“But that’s the only way out! Just do what I showed you - use the Electro Blot and then hit them with the wrench.”
“There has to be another way out!” Bella shouted, panning over the wreckage in the lounge.
“There’s not. Now hurry and fight them or they’re going to… do that,” I added lamely as they swarmed over Bella’s character.
“I don’t like this game anymore,” she whined, weakly handing me the controller.
“You just need to get the hang of it. Here, let me show you again.” I started the game back up and ran through the simple quest, fighting the splicers in quick succession and moving on to Neptune’s Bounty. Bella sat next to me, quietly watching and occasionally sighing.
“Do you want to try it again?” I asked, pausing the game and offering her the controller.
“No, not really,” she replied. “I’ll just watch for now.”
“Okay.” I went back to playing, running through the levels I knew so well. Bella had been the one to show an interest in playing BioShock to begin with so her reaction to it was puzzling. She’d said she wanted to see what all the hype was about. Now I guess she knew.
The first Little Sister of the game came on-screen and I glanced over at Bella to see her reaction. It was one thing to hear the creepy little voice and quite another to see the owner of it. She cringed and scooted closer to me, our knees lightly touching as she angled her body toward mine.
Then a Big Daddy came on the screen and Bella wrapped her hand around my arm, hiding her face behind my shoulder as the Big Daddy took care of the remaining splicers down below. “This game is gruesome,” she said, her voice slightly muffled against my shirt as she watched the scene over my shoulder.
“You’re the one that wanted to play,” I pointed out.
She sighed. “Let’s not bring that up again.”
“Alright,” I chuckled, saving the game. “I guess you won’t be dressing up as a Little Sister for Halloween then?”
“Hell, no. Sinister creepy little things,” she muttered. “Besides, I already have my costume.”
“That’s right. Are you still refusing to tell me what it is?” I switched the 360 off, tossed the controller beside me on the couch, and turned toward Bella.
“Yes. I want it to be a surprise.”
“But what if we decided to go as the same thing? I think you should tell me, just in case,” I teased, trying one last time to wheedle the closely held information out of her.
She scoffed. “I sincerely doubt that will happen. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to find out.”
“Fine. I give up,” I relented, throwing my hands up. “But in the meantime, I feel I’m owed some compensation.”
“Is that right?” Bella said slowly, lifting her eyebrows at me.
“Yep.” I grinned and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her onto my lap. She squealed, but didn’t put up a fight. Not that I thought she would. She seemed to like when I took the initiative, which I had been doing more of since Monday night.
We hadn’t done anything quite so… intense since then, choosing to instead have our fair share of dalliances without delving into something more before we felt the moment was right. But we were much freer around each other, touch-wise.
“Much better,” I mused, running my hands up and down her back as she leaned on me.
She pushed against my chest until our faces were inches apart. “Is this all you had in mind?”
“No,” I replied, suddenly growing quite serious as I stared at her. Tracing the lineament of her cheekbone, I gazed into her eyes and tried to tell her how much I loved her without actually saying the words. Her eyes softly closed as I leaned forward, letting this kiss tell her how much I needed her.
If nothing else, my actions showed how I felt, even if I couldn’t say it out loud for fear that she wasn’t ready to hear it.
~*~*~
Getting ready for a Halloween party had never been so nerve-wrecking before. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat as I styled my hair, slicking it up and back with a large amount of hair gel.
Angela had ultimately been the one to influence my costume choice. After Bella went secretive on her costume choice about a month ago, I knew it was because she thought she was going to win; she would have the better costume and then get to gloat about it all year long.
I had to one up her. It was my competitive streak coming out, I know, but I just had to. So I kept my ears and eyes open, trying to find the perfect costume that would knock Bella off her high horse.
One day Angela and Ben had joined Bella and me for lunch and we were discussing older films. Ben brought up Monty Python, of course, and we were quoting the Holy Grail back and forth when out of nowhere Angela, grinning mischievously, interjected, “What about ‘Rebel Without A Cause’, Bella?”
Bella stared at Angela as her cheeks grew pink, but she didn’t say anything. I was curious so I asked Bella, “Do you like that movie?”
Personally, I had never seen the attraction for it. It was kind of boring.
She blushed even more and ducked her head. I looked at Angela to explain what just happened and she started laughing. “Hasn’t she told you about her James Dean fascination?”
“No.” But Bella’s reaction had clinched it for me. She had a huge thing for James Dean, which anyone could see from the way she was glowering at Angela to shut up.
Thus my Halloween costume was decided. I was definitely going to win.
Slipping the comb into my back pocket, I inspected the end result. The get-up was simple enough - red jacket with popped collar, white undershirt, and tight jeans rolled up over black work boots. It was the hair that was hard to copy. It was Flock of Seagulls meets Coiffed Waves and my hair just didn’t want to stay.
Hopefully the gel would hold out for most of the night because I wasn’t going to bring any with me. These jeans were too tight to put anything in the pockets, except for the essentials.
All together, I didn’t look too bad. It wasn’t a dead-on impersonation, but I could probably cause a double take or two if I just walked down the street on a day that wasn’t Halloween.
It would have to be good enough because I’d just looked at my phone - it was time to pick up Bella.
The heart-pulsing-in-my-throat sensation started up again and this time the ends of my fingers tingled. It was pure willpower that propelled me out of the apartment and into my car. I went into automatic pilot as I drove over to Greek row, worrying about my choice of costume for the bazillionth time.
Much sooner than I wished, I was standing in front of the KD house door. I took a couple deep breaths, trying to work up to knocking on the door when it suddenly opened.
“Oh,” a blonde girl dressed as a French maid said in surprise when she saw me standing there. “Hello.”
“Uh, hi… Is Bella here?” I asked, shoving my hands into my jacket’s pockets.
“I’m sure she’s around here somewhere. James Dean, right?” she questioned, pointing at me.
“Yeah.”
“Looks good. Lemme see where she is,” the blonde said, turning to walk off. She left the door wide open, however, so I stepped to the side so I wasn’t standing in the doorway like a dunce where everyone could see me, should they choose to walk by.
I guess I had been too good at hiding myself because the door unexpectedly closed, making me jump. Sighing, I turned back to it, but it swung gently open, leaving my hand suspended in midair as I began to knock once more.
Bella stood there, alone, wearing next to nothing in an intricate Night Elf costume, but somehow too much.
I gripped the doorframe with my hand to keep from falling backward as I took in my fantasy incarnate. My gaze traveled over her, greedily absorbing every detail: the purple glow of her newly tinted hair… the way her white breasts were pushed together by the violet brassiere top… the curve of her throat, so enticing that my mouth watered in response… the flat line of her stomach… the soft curves of her thighs peeking out from strategically placed coverings… even the purple boots that reached just above her knees seemed sexy. The overwhelming, startling costume was provocative, displaying more of Bella’s pale skin than my sanity could handle.
I had never seen a more vibrant and unreasonably beautiful woman in my life and I was instantly filled with a raging inferno of desire. Thoughts of plans and friends fled, and all that was left was my need to have her. Fully. Completely.
With a start, I realized I’d practically been drooling while staring at Bella and had failed to say anything yet.
Her dark brown eyes flashed in amusement when I finally raised my eyes to her face.
“You… you look… I…” I swallowed as Bella softly smiled.
“So do you, Edward,” she replied, reaching out to tug on the lapel of my jacket. “What happened to your glasses? Are you wearing contacts?”
I shrugged and made a noise in the back of my throat. I had no idea if it was an agreeing sort of noise because I was too busy staring at Bella again.
“I take it you like the outfit?” she asked, shifting her hips while crossing her arms, which only pushed her boobs together even more. I whimpered and nodded, struggling to keep my hands to myself.
“How… where… how?” It seemed I could only utter one syllable at a time.
“One at a time, Jim,” she said with a smirk and a teasing look in her eyes as she gently pushed me backward so she could step out of the doorframe and close the door behind her.
Her small hand slid into mine, our fingers instinctively interlacing, and Bella pulled me along to start toward the SigEp house, the frat that was hosting this evening’s festivities. My upper arm bumped into her shoulder pad and then I found I could say more than one syllable. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Bella murmured. “So, I’m assuming the ‘how’ you meant as ‘how did I find it?’”
“I think that was one of them, yeah.”
“Some chick was selling it on Ebay. It was pure dumb luck I found it. I thought I’d have to make my own.”
I didn’t even want to think about how much she spent to win that auction. I’d make it up to her somehow. Maybe at Christmas. “You just happened to have the same measurements?”
“I wish,” Bella sighed. “Alice had to make several adjustments.”
“Ohh… so, where did you even get the idea to dress up as a night elf?”
I felt her shrug as the curve of her shoulder pad snagged against my jacket. “It wasn’t something I actively sought out. I was trying to find out more about that game, the World of Warcraft-”
“Just World of Warcraft, no ‘the’,” I corrected.
“Whatever,” she continued. “So I’m looking through their forum and I find a thread about how much guys fantasize about the female elves. There were pictures and stuff on there as well, some rather crude, but I got the impression that a lot of it had to do with the lack of clothes they wear and the dance they do. It didn’t take long to figure out that’s what I wanted to go as tonight.” She paused and looked at me, which in turn made me look at her. The ears were difficult to get around, but somehow they looked adorable on her. “I wanted to be your fantasy… just this once,” she added, almost at a whisper.
I stopped walking at the onslaught of instantaneous need that rose out of me to make her understand that she was always my fantasy. She was my fantasy every single moment of every single day. She didn’t need to put on something so provocative to make me want her. It was like breathing to me.
She was. I lusted.
It was that simple.
But all of that was a jumble in my head, one that I couldn’t put it words, so I chose the next best alternative.
Giving myself permission to move, I reached out and crushed her to me, finding her lips in the next second. My hands landed on bare skin. I moved them without thought, seeking out more of it, loving the feel of her soft warmth under my fingers and palms.
“Always,” I breathed as I kissed down her throat, hoping she would understand.
She smiled into my hair and then pushed against my arms. Regretfully, I loosened my hold and she stepped back, framing my face in her hands.
“Thank you,” she said, staring into my eyes.
“For what?” I asked, confused while at the same time trying to combat the screaming voice in my head that she was too far away.
“For making me feel desired.”
“Was there ever a doubt that you weren’t?” I blurted out, incredulous and irrationally angry that she hadn’t understood. Her hands slid away from my face as I tried to make her comprehend how desirable she was to me. “Can you really not see how much I want you? How sometimes I can’t sleep because I’m so hard and… aching for you?” My voice dropped to a whisper. “How I wanted nothing more than to make love to you when you woke up in my arms on Tuesday?”
“Edward…” Bella began, tears shimmering at the bottom of her eyes.
“Shit. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I said quietly, cupping her cheek.
“Sorry,” she replied with a watery smile.
We stood entwined in each other. Bella shivered when a cool breeze blew past us and the moment was gone. “We should probably head to the party,” she said, wiping at her eyes.
“Right, the party…” I repeated and then stopped. “You, looking like that, at a party… with other guys…” I didn’t like it.
Bella stared at me. “It’ll be okay. Besides, I told Alice I would meet her there. She hasn’t seen the entire ensemble yet.”
“Okay…” I begrudgingly gave in. We continued walking, her smaller hand enclosed in mine.
Nearing the already swinging party, my stomach started twisting into knots. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be allowing Bella anywhere near other males right now.
As if to prove my point a guy wearing one of those copout Halloween shirts that read ‘Costume’ turned around in a stumble as we started up the walkway and his jaw dropped when he saw Bella.
“Heyyyyy, bay-ba,” he slurred, ogling her boobs.
Bella lifted a disdainful eyebrow at him. “Yeah, right,” she muttered under her breath.
I remained silent, focused on that guy. If he so much as took a step toward her, I was ready.
“Come on,” she pressed, pulling at my hand. I hadn’t even realized I’d stopped walking until I was jolted forward. We entered the house that was vibrating from the bass of whatever dance song they were playing, something about ‘just live your life’, which I found oxymoronic since by simply being alive, you were in fact living your life.
Bella searched for Alice and I followed her, clutching her hand and staring down any guy that looked at her. Suppressing the urge to cover her with my hands, my jacket, a blanket - really anything that would shield her from prying eyes, I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath through my nose in resignation.
It was going to be a long night.
Finally I heard a familiar squeal and saw Alice barreling down on us in a Pocahontas getup, grinning. “You look fantastic! I told you those highlights would work,” she shouted, even though she didn’t really need to. The music wasn’t that loud in this part of the house. Alice gave me a once over when she looked my way and laughed. “Did Bella put you up to that?”
I shook my head ‘no’ and flushed, suddenly becoming self-conscious. In all the anxiety and worrying over Bella, I’d forgotten I was dressed up as well. And that my pants were really tight.
I spotted Jasper heading our way, dressed as a cowboy. Not one of those dollar store costumes either, but the real deal. It didn’t seem out of character for him and I wondered if he’d just had that laying around at home or if he’d actually had to put thought into the outfit.
I bet he doesn’t feel uncomfortable in his tight pants, I thought bitterly and then sighed. My frustration wasn’t with Jasper. It was with every guy in this place. I could feel their eyes roaming over Bella’s milky-white, smooth skin as they imaged her naked. And possibly having sex with her, which was an image only I was allowed to have.
It was driving me insane.
Stepping behind her to block her backside from view, I loosely wrapped my arms around her waist and scanned the room for any lecherous onlookers. A guy leaning against the wall in the corner wearing a Jack Sparrow outfit, complete with dreadlocks, was taking his time cataloging every inch of Bella. I burrowed holes into his skull, yelling at him in my head to stop looking at her, to back the fuck off, to notice me before I let my possessive rage get the best of me and I killed him.
It wouldn’t be that hard. Everyone was absorbed in their own partying. It was loud enough that no one would hear his screams for help.
He glanced up and I locked eyes with him, threatening to end his existence if he didn’t cease and desist. He flinched and broke eye contact, straightening up before walking out of the room.
Bella happily chatted away with Alice as I moved on to my next victim, locating a clearly undergrad boy in scrubs fixated on Bella’s boobs, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I looked to my right. Jasper leaned down and spoke directly into my ear. “You’re making me antsy, dude. Why don’t you just take her out of here?”
I shook my head as I watched her interact with Alice. She was completely oblivious to all the attention she was receiving. As much as it pained me, if she wanted to stay, I would stay. That was all there was to it.
I went back to where the underage doctor wannabe had been, but he wasn’t there anymore. Alice expressed an interest in finding refreshments, but Bella passed. She turned in my arms as Alice and Jasper walked away and then sighed against my neck.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” she said accusingly. Okay… maybe she wasn’t completely oblivious…
Leaning down to talk in her ear, I played dumb. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re wearing the wrong costume, Conan,” she quipped. “It’s all very unnecessary. You know that, right?”
“I know no such thing,” I scoffed, scaring off another unwanted pair of eyes to our right.
Bella sighed again. “Come on, Tarzan, let’s dance. Maybe it’ll get your mind off things.”
I grumbled in response, but went along because what else was I going to do?
At the last minute I remembered the trance Bella put me in every time we danced together, so I held her in my arms this time, reasoning this would stop me from zoning out since I wouldn’t be able to see her body. It was weird finding a rhythm that fit with the fast pace dance music, but eventually we worked it out and I once again started staring down any guy who had the misfortune of getting caught.
But little by little my brain succumbed to my body’s demands, which was that all thought be redirected to the feel of Bella in my arms… and all blood redirected to my southern hemisphere.
The outside world disappeared as I looked down and became lost in Bella’s eyes, entranced by the curve of her upper lip, rapt in the freckles that were scattered across the bridge of her nose. My breathing grew shallower and my arms tightened until we were barely swaying to the music.
Curling my hands into fists behind her back, I fought the desire to drag her off into a secluded corner, shove her underwear aside and take her. Savage need gripped me as I stared at Bella. My lungs couldn’t get enough air. My groin literally throbbed. It was agony and I knew the only thing that would relive me was her.
I felt a lance of pain as my fingernails dug into the skin of my palms, just enough to keep me lucid.
“Edward?” Bella inquired softly.
“Bella… I don’t think… I can’t…” I breathed out harshly, unable to say what I wanted. She needed to know how close I was to snapping.
I stilled as she slid up my chest to stand on her tiptoes. My body tightened that last infinitesimal amount and I knew I was going to shatter if I didn’t have her. Bella leaned in until her lips ghosted over mine as she whispered the word that would change everything.
“Upstairs.”
For one breathless second time froze for me and I knew in that moment what was going to happen. Then the world snapped back into place and I grabbed Bella, racing for the stairs.
The first door I came to was locked. The second held two occupants already enjoying their alone time. My frustration reached an all-time high when I found the third door locked and I think I growled at some point.
The forth door opened for me and a quick scan insured it was empty. Dragging Bella inside, I slammed the door and flicked the lock. There was just enough light from the street lamps outside to illuminate her when I turned to her. Bella yelped as I shoved her against the door, reaching up for her prosthetic ears.
I winced, losing a bit of my impatience in the face of Bella’s pain. “Sorry.”
She pulled them off and tossed them to the side before giving me a small smile. “It’s okay. Now… where were we?”
I took a deep breath and then let my body reign once more. Bending down, my lips collided into hers and my tongue pried her mouth open. Bella moaned and curled her arms around my shoulders, scraping her nails up the back of my neck and into my hair.
Tugging at her shoulder pads, I succeeded in ripping them away simply because they kept me from touching all of her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground as we continued to kiss. Stumbling over to the unmade bed, we fell onto it, catching myself as I hit the mattress so I crush her. Bella bounced once, brushing against me as she did and then I relaxed, dropping down to feel the length of her body against mine.
She shoved my jacket off my shoulders and pulled my shirt from my jeans as I worked on unhooking her brassiere top. Uttering a curse of frustration, I finally just yanked on the center strap between her breasts and felt a glowing satisfaction when it tore in half.
Sitting back on my knees, I slid out of my jacket and shirt and then paused as I took in Bella, spread out and waiting for me. The love I felt for her swelled in my chest until I couldn't catch my breath. Bella hooked her fingers into my jeans and asked, “You okay?”
I wanted to tell her right there and then. With intense concentration, I willed her to know how I felt. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Bella smiled softly and pulled me to her. Lowering my head to kiss her, I imagined she'd heard me.
We went slower after that. In almost a daze, we bared ourselves to each other. I began mumbling nonsensical words, stinging them together to tell her that I worshiped her, adored her, wanted her, needed her, couldn't live without her. That I'd been waiting for only her.
Remembering the condom I’d carried around for what seemed like years at the last second, I somehow managed to sheath myself without much fumbling, recalling long ago sex education classes.
Settling between her legs, I held myself up by my forearms and looked down at her. Bella stroked my cheek and reached up to kiss me, but stopped about halfway with a wince.
“You’re on my hair,” she whispered.
My eyes widened and I moved my arms quickly, mumbling several apologies in a row.
“It’s okay,” she assured me before lightly kissing my lips. I almost choked on the emotions building inside as she reached down and positioned me, the tip of my straining erection sliding inside her.
“Ready?” she asked tentatively.
I nodded and then gulped, fighting past my nerves to make sure this was good for Bella.
I love you, I thought fervently as I thrust forward. Heat the likes of which I've never felt surrounded me and I buried my face into the curve of Bella's neck, letting out a broken sob.
Bella wrapped her arms and legs around me, urging me forward by lifting her hips to meet mine. Clinging to her, I withdrew and then slowly sunk back into her, wanting to weep at this sense of home I felt.
After a couple more slow thrusts, my control broke and they grew wilder and faster as I strained to reach the edge of the pleasure building in my groin and spreading throughout my body.
Bella moaned throatily when I moved slightly to the left and I tried to keep hitting whatever spot I'd found but I couldn't hold on long enough.
I bucked into Bella, crying out as my orgasm took me by surprise with such delectation that the back of my eyes exploded in white light.
Bella cradled me in her arms as I shuddered in short spasms whenever a latent remnant of ecstasy shot through me and a few gasps escaped me. This feeling of satiety settled in and my breathing calmed. I took a deep breath and then lifted my head to stare in wonder at the girl who had just solidified her place as the center of my world.
Bella smiled, sweeping away the last of my tears with her thumbs. “Was it that bad?” she asked teasingly.
I barked a laugh and shook my head. “No. It was... it was...” I couldn't put it into words. But my mind was clear enough to realize that I’d missed something. “Did you... I mean, was it good for you?”
“Yes,” she said. “On both counts.”
“Oh.” Pride flooded me. It was one of those rare times that I felt like a man.
I'd satisfied my woman.
Grinning, I hugged Bella to me and wanted to laugh at how absurdly happy I was.
“Edward?”
“Yeah?” I answered, pulling back to look at her.
“Whose room is this?” she asked, glancing around.
“I have no idea.” But I wanted to find out and then thank them profusely for leaving their door unlocked.
“Oh, okay. I was just wondering.”
“Why?” I asked. Something about Bella's tone sounded off to me.
“Well... there's a lot of naked women staring at me,” she replied in a whisper.
“Wha-?” Looking up, I found myself face to naked chest with a centerfold from Playboy. Giving the walls a quick once over, I noted several posters, cut-outs, and even a few anime drawings covering every inch of space - all showcasing a naked or almost naked woman.
It was definitely disturbing.
Pulling out of Bella, I rolled us over and tucked her into my side. Having a better view of the multitude of printed porn, I couldn't help cracking a joke. “Do you think the guy who lives here would be proud of me for getting an actual girl naked in his bed?”
Bella looked at me in shock and then shoved at my chest before breaking out into giggles. “You'd definitely get at least a high five.”
I snorted as she rested her head on my shoulder and curled around my body. I could stay like this forever, I decided.
“Hey, Bella?” I called out quietly.
“Yeah?”
“I'm glad it was you.”
I felt her smile against my shoulder. “Me too.”
Holding her close, I cherished the moment.
I knew we needed to move soon, but right now I just wanted to hold her.
~*~*~
A/N: So? What do you think? Did I do Geekward's first time justice?
Refs/Defs:
BioShock - splicers, Big Daddies and Little Sisters are some of the bad guys you'll find in the game, which is one of the best first person games I've seen in a long time. I heard there might be a movie, which would be interesting to see. Bella's reaction was pretty much what I felt the first time I played by myself in the dark one night. My boyfriend came home and found me huddled in the bed with my teddy bear beside me as I watched my comfort movie while every light in the apartment blazed. He laughed at me. ...jerk.
Rebel Without A Cause - the movie that 'launched' James Dean into stardom. He played a character named Jim Stark, which is why Bella calls Edward 'Jim' at one point.
Night Elf - if you've never seen the dance the female Night Elf do in the game, find one. I'm positive there are a million videos of them on YouTube. You'll quickly understand why I picked that for Bella's costume. It's not uncommon for guys to create a female Night Elf character just so they can make them dance and flirt with other characters.
‘Live Your Life’ - song by T.I., featuring Rihanna. I like to rip on this song because Kellan put it on his celebrity iTunes playlist and called it his ‘anthem’. Heh. You’re adorable, Kellan.
Conan/Tarzan - as in Conan the Barbarian. Tarzan's self-explanatory.
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