Mafia Princess

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Early Wednesday morning, we were sitting in the first class lounge, waiting for our flight to Rome. Bella was nervous since she hated flying. I was nervous since Jane, Alec and Marco hadn't been caught yet. Charlie said that he was going to hold off until Bella was gone to search for them, full-throttle. Charlie's eyes darkened and turned to steel. He was going to orchestrate a hit.

Don't ask, Edward. The less you know the better.

Shortly before eight, we boarded the flight and got settled into the seats. Bella gripped my hand tightly as she glared out the window. "Little One, ease up. I'd like to keep my hand for later," I teased.

"I just hate flying. Normally, I'd drug myself into a stupor but I couldn't find my anti-anxiety meds this morning. So, I'm freaking out. A lot," she grumbled.

"Bella, flying is a hell of a lot safer than driving," I said, kissing her knuckles.

"Will you distract me during takeoff and landing?" she wheedled, putting her head on my shoulder.

"What did you have in mind, Bella?" I asked as I slid my arm around her tiny body.

"Kissing me," she giggled. "I'd say other things, since I am wearing a skirt, but I can be loud."

I blushed, looking down at her. She waggled her fingers, giving me a devious look. I licked my lips and brushed my mouth against hers. "Bella, I have every intention of doing that but not in a plane filled with passengers."

"Doing what?" she asked breathily.

"Touching you. Feeling you. Caressing you," I growled, nibbling on her ear. I swiped my tongue along her neck. "Tasting you. Loving you." She whimpered, melting against my body. "Fucking you."

"Now, please," she begged. "And you say you're inexperienced."

"I only speak from the heart or in the last statement, from the cock," I chuckled. I ran my hand through my hair and looked at her. "Bella, I want to do everything right by you. I know that I'm not the most experienced lover but I'm willing to learn."

"Edward, from what you've demonstrated, you have the makings of becoming the best lover I'd ever had," she said, twining her fingers with mine. "You're sweet, attentive, caring, with a touch of bad ass that makes me want to whip off your clothes with my teeth. I want to lick each and every one of your tattoos."

"That's weird, Bella," I laughed. "Why?"

"Because, they're you," she said. The plane started moving back and Bella let out a little yelp. "Oh, fuck!" I wrapped my arms around her. She sighed, snuggling against me. We stayed that way until the flight was cleared for takeoff. She turned to me, grabbing my head and kissing me forcefully.

She did want distracting.

I slid my tongue inside of her needy mouth as I moved my lips with hers. Her fingers tangled in my hair and I felt the plane begin its trek along the runway towards takeoff. I nipped her lips before trailing my own along her jaw. I knew we were being completely inappropriate, but fuck it. I loved kissing my girl; to feel her soft, supple lips against mine. We continued making out until the captain said we were at the cruising altitude.

"Angelo?" Bella murmured, running her fingertips along my palm. I looked up from my book. "Can we talk?"

"Sure, Little One. You're not breaking up with me, are you?" I quipped. "It would be kind of awkward..."

"No! God no! I like you way too much to break up with you," she said, kissing my palm. "I kind of wanted to talk about what we started talking about earlier."

"Making love?" I asked.

"Yeah. And also, the rooming situation, too," she grumbled.

"Let's start with the rooming situation. Obviously, that's upsetting you," I said, taking her hands in mine.

"My dad would prefer that we keep separate rooms. He let it slide the past couple of days since I've been having nightmares, but I can tell that he's about ready to have an aneurysm or something," Bella griped. "I reminded him about his transgressions but he's still adamant about us keeping separate rooms."

"When will your dad join us?" I asked.

"About a week and a half," she replied. "I'll get ten days to sleep with you without my dad giving me shit."

"Bella, I don't want to disrespect him. He's been good to me, in his own way," I said. "When he comes, I'll move into my own space."

"Well, be prepared to have a five-foot-two shadow sneaking into your bed, Masen," she giggled, kissing my neck. "Now, the other thing...you and me, making love..."

A/N: I'm leaving it there. Don't hate me. I have some pictures of the villa on the Amalfi Coast on my blog. Link for that is on my profile. Also, find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter: tufano79. Finally, I've got their outfits for traveling on my Polyvore: Tufano79, Mafia Princess Outfits.

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