Bella's power - fanfiction author (100 books to read .txt) 📗

Bella's POV
It was the most curious thing. I think the attraction between Edward and I had been there from the very first touch; I just hadn't noticed it as I was concentrating on how cold he was, which I'd assumed was the result of the snowballs.
The van accident had happened so quickly that I could not be totally sure of anything, but Edward had been insufferable in the hospital. So maybe it wasn't so surprising, as Dr. Cullen walked in looking like sex on legs, that I felt some of the same attraction when he prodded my head with his fingers.
On the night Edward had rescued me in Port Angeles, I touched his hand in La Bella Italia and the sparks were still there.
When we sat in the darkened Biology classroom, watching a movie neither of us would remember, I could only wonder that the crackle of electricity between us was not audible. It was the first time we felt the attraction without actually touching—but not the last.
As our relationship progressed, I became more sensitive to the electricity and it sometimes seemed like more of a magnetic pull. As the contact between us increased, I was often painfully aware of his touch.
I would never forget the first visit to our meadow, when I had the opportunity to really get close to him. I had become so carried away stroking the skin on his hand and arm, which was sending tingles through my body, that I moved too close and scared him away. I know he had been feeling it too, and he was soon back for more.
Have you ever touched one of those lightning globes where the spark inside finds your hand where it rests against the glass? That is how it was when he ruffled my hair, and it moved with him from neck to cheek, throat, shoulders, and chest, where he listened to my heartbeat. As I took the chance to explore his face with my fingers and I felt his lips part at my touch, I realised there was a very good reason for panty liners and wished I'd thought to use some.
I guessed that seeing Edward in the sunlight, exploring his skin and face, feeling him exploring me, and all the electricity sparking around, it was not so out of character that I was worked up enough to mindlessly attack him when he kissed me. I must admit I hadn't ever felt like that before, so out of control—and so turned on.


Waking up and realising that Edward was there, I rushed into his arms. I was getting used to the electricity that flowed between us most of the time we spent together, but I was always thankful for "human moments", as I found my sweatpants would be going in the wash. The situation was not helped when he threw me over his shoulder and dumped me at the breakfast table. After downing a bowl of cereal, I ran upstairs to get dressed. After spending the day with Edward yesterday, I thought it would be prudent to slip a spare pair of panties in my pocket, knowing that I'd be around him too much today, as well.
I was so excited to see where the Cullens lived that I raced down the stairs and barrelled straight into Edward, who chose that moment to get fairly personal. As he pressed his lips to my forehead I shivered with electricity. Before I knew it, his fingers were running down my spine and his lips moved to cover my mouth—there went another pair of underwear. As he parted his lips I briefly lost consciousness; after convincing Edward that I was fine and just needed to splash some cold water on my face, I returned to the bathroom to change my panties and made a mental note to buy some more.
The ride to the Cullen house was uneventful, but as soon as we arrived, Edward took my hand and began to rub soothing circles on the back of it. I did not want to chance my usual reaction so I took my hand back and marched purposefully up to the front door. Edward, of course, got there first and opened it, guiding me through with his hand in the small of my back.
His parents were waiting by a beautiful grand piano. Carlisle stepped forward to greet me, extending his hand for me to shake—and there it was again, that spark of electricity…and more. Shocked, I instinctively looked to Edward and caught him raising an eyebrow at Carlisle. Something passed between them, and Edward's face flashed a look of anger, before turning back to my blushing and slightly guilty one.
Confused, I was distracted by Esme welcoming me in the same manner. As our hands met, the electricity sparked again. Esme couldn't help a slight exclamation as I once more looked to Edward, whose face showed that he was as confused as I was.
It was then that I noticed Emmett and Rosalie had appeared from behind Edward. Rosalie looked to be hanging back sulkily, holding Emmett's hand, whilst he was straining in our direction. He was about to come and say hello, when Alice came bounding down the stairs. She stopped in front of me and pushed something into my hand, saying "slip this in your pocket for later. We're going to be great friends," she announced and jumped me, hugging me tightly and kissing my cheek. Wow, I was not expecting that!—and neither was she!
Alice was sitting on the floor with her mouth agape, staring at me in shock. In a split second Edward had stepped in front of me, and Jasper was kneeling by Alice asking her if she was okay. I peered around Edward as Jasper raised his eyes in confusion, when his gaze settled on us, he rolled his eyes before giving Edward a dirty-looking smirk.
Shit, he knows.
Jasper stood up with Alice in his arms. "Nice to meet you, Bella," he said, and disappeared up the stairs.
Emmett's laughter was rumbling like thunder, and even Rosalie was smirking. Carlisle and Esme were looking a little embarrassed.
"Aw, can I have a go?" Emmett crossed the room and stood in front of us with his arms wide open. "Hi, Bella."
Edward remained static, defensive and ready to pounce.
"It's okay, Edward," I said, as I pressed on his side to get him to move. He slowly complied and Emmett grabbed me in a big bear hug.
"Jeez, Emmett…need…breathe," I panted breathlessly.
Emmett's hold relaxed as he held me at arm's length disappointment written all over his face. I could almost see the cogs of his brain churning. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he pulled me closer to plant his lips on my cheek.
"Oh! Wow, Bella!" Oh no, Emmett. Not you, too! I am going to be spending half my life in the bathroom. "That's so neat!" he bellowed.
"Bella and I are going for a walk," Edward proclaimed, and almost yanked my arm off as he dragged me outside.
Carlisle's POV
As I shook hands with Bella, I felt a small electric shock. Edward read my surprise and raised an eyebrow in query. I recalled a similar incident at the hospital which had appeared to make him angry; at the time, I had chalked it up to static electricity.
I was even more surprised when Esme felt it, too.
But the biggest shock was Alice. I don't know what had possessed her to be so forward, but she obviously hadn't foreseen the result. It wasn't often that Alice was surprised, and it took a lot of self control not to laugh at the look on her face.
I was almost glad when Edward forced Bella outside, as her obvious arousal was a little embarrassing.
Jasper's POV
I could hardly believe my eyes as Alice jumped away from Bella so fast that she landed on her backside. As I sped to her aide I was hit by a wave of lust—where the hell had that come from? I spied Bella tucked behind Edward, and guessing the source, I rolled my eyes at them.
That was when I caught the smell of Bella's arousal, and I smirked at Edward in appreciation. Try keeping her under control, I thought for his benefit. A deep blush spread across Bella's face as I made my excuses and carried Alice upstairs—no point in wasting a good emotion.
Emmett's POV
Wow! What a shocker!
Edward's POV
My surprise that Carlisle felt a spark as he touched Bella's hand soon turned to anger, as I saw that it was not the first time. I had thought that was just me. I was considering whether Bella might have feelings for Carlisle, when I was thrown back into confusion as Esme elicited the same reaction, compounded by Alice's stunt.
All this was forgotten, as Jasper rushed to Alice, and I had to shield Bella in case Jasper forgot himself. I was monitoring Jasper's thoughts for any threat, when he sensed a rush of lust and concluded that it came from Bella and me. Well, it hadn't been me and I didn't think that it was Bella, until I became aware of her arousal both through Jasper's thoughts and my own senses. Ugh, I did not need to "hear" his intentions as he whisked Alice upstairs.
I had been vaguely aware of Emmett's enjoyment of events, but hadn't considered that he could be stupid enough to try and copy them, or I would never have moved out of the way. Yes, Emmett felt a jolt from Bella too, and as interesting as Carlisle found that, he and Esme were becoming embarrassed by Bella's obvious arousal. It was time to get her out of there!
Bella's POV
As I stumbled outside, I let myself lean against Edward, slightly exhausted after all the tension. For a while, he put his arm around my hip and held me close as we walked down to the river. When we reached the riverbank. Edward stopped and then turned to face me. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he said it would be a good idea to keep a little distance for a while, if I thought I could walk along the bank without tripping. Edward shoved his hands into his pockets. As we strolled, I soon fell into the familiarity that was being with Edward. Although we kept a space between us, I was always aware of him, as though I was permanently plugged into him but the electricity was not always switched on.
I pondered the morning's events, extremely grateful that Edward could not read my thoughts. How could I possibly explain what had happened when I didn't understand it myself? I felt the habitual heat in my cheeks as I recalled that Jasper had picked up on my emotional response. A nasty misgiving niggled in the back of my mind; I suspected that Carlisle had some idea of the effect they had had on me. I was familiar with the electricity and sensations that I had come to associate with my attraction to Edward, but why would it happen with his Dad? I mean there was no denying that Carlisle and Emmett were pretty hot, but then why would I be affected by Esme and Alice?
Oh, yes—Alice. What had she meant about us being such good friends? What kind of friends? She couldn't be turned on by my reactions—could she? I remembered the small packet in my pocket and pulled it out to take a better look, it was a plastic bag. What was that for? Now I was worried what Alice might have seen.
"Okay, we're far