Disclaimer: None of this is mine, nor will it ever be (sigh). I like to play with the characters that Stephenie Meyers created and make them do pervy things or become angels with a bad attitude.
Next chapter will be in Bella's POV so you can experience her feelings, emotions ... It will be a lemon-ish. (Will it be a full lemon? That's all up to Bella).
"I'm going to get ready for bed and wash the makeup off my face," Bella said. "I don't like wearing this much war paint. I feel like I can peel off my face." She kissed me lips, humming contentedly. "Thank you for today. I know I was adamant on returning to home, but I'm glad we stayed. Your house is getting a bit crowded."
"Hmmm, agreed. Alice, Seth, Esme, Charlie and any other wayward angels in need of a bath, or food," I deadpanned. "I like this. You and me. Just the two of us."
Bella smiled tenderly, taking her toiletry bag and disappearing into the bathroom. I removed my jacket, sweater and t-shirt. With a roll of my shoulders, my wings were released and I sighed. I hated them being squished inside me. Bella likened me releasing my wings to her taking off her bra. When she described it, I totally agreed with her.
I lay down on the bed, idly flipping through the information packet that Jane had given to Bella regarding the school district and the building, Bennett Elementary, where she'd be working in the fall. The door opened and Bella walked out, wearing a white, fluffy robe. Her eyes were cast down and she was gripping the robe, as if she didn't want to take it off. "Bella?"
She blinked up at me and blew out a breath. "I want to rewrite history, Edward," she whispered. With shaking hands, she pushed apart the robe. She let it fall and she wore a navy-blue negligee, revealing her slender body. "I want you to show me ... you said I always had a choice with you. I choose you. I want you. Show me how much you love me."
What am I doing? You're crazy, Isabella? He's going to see you. He's going to know that you're broken. This is madness. Put the robe back on and fucking leave. I was trembling, desperate to show Edward that I was not broken. But, I was. Though, I wanted to feel him, his body. He'd never been anything but loving, kind and patient with me. He never pushed me.
I wanted to rewrite history. History of me losing my virginity. History from this hotel where I cried in fear of what I did to Edward, using him in order to feel pleasure. It felt good the moment it happened, but I was no better than the monsters who used me for their pleasure. Edward stood up, moving in front of me. "I can feel your fear, pretty Bella," he whispered, taking my face in his warm hands. "I don't ..."
"You said I have a choice," I choked out. "I choose you."
"I have a choice, too, Bella," he murmured. "I don't want you to feel how you did before. I heard your thoughts, felt your shame. You did not use me. It was pleasure freely given. In case you've forgotten, I also enjoyed it, too." I blinked up at him and saw his crooked smirk. I stepped forward, my fingers tracing the black ink, whorls on his pale, but muscular body. "Bella ..."
"I trust you," I whispered. "I know you'd never hurt me."
"But, I don't want you terrified of me," he said, pressing his forehead against mine.
"I'm not afraid of you. I ... I have to do this, Edward. I can't move forward if I don't. I have zero control in my life right now. I lost my job, which I got a new one. My life isn't my life. I'm under the care of a legion of angels because my ex-boyfriend, who's under the control of Lucifer, has a bug up his ass to get back together with me and do things ...," I said, slamming my eyes shut. "All because my father was a Dominion."
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Out of the DarknessFanfiction
Edward Cullen is a fallen angel, living among humans. He's dark, snarky, tattooed and a total badass. However, he still has his wings and angelic powers because the 'powers that be' believe that he is capable of redemption, despite being cast out of...