The Twilight Twenty-Five (this time with fewer pictures!): Three months to turn five picture and twenty word prompts into drabbles or one shots. Let's see how this goes (again), shall we?

Once again big love to my trifecta of awesome Bookjunkie1975, Coolbreeeze and Word Ninja for beta/pre-reading duties.

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight; I own very few pajamas I actually sleep in.

The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: 22 - Trap

Pen name: CrumblingFool

Pairing: Bella/Edward

Rating: T

Photos for prompts 1, 7, 13, 19, & 25 can be found here:

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She shifted onto her side, t-shirt twisting around her torso with the movement, pajama pants riding up against her calves. After a minute she flipped to her other side, wiggling when the cotton wrapped itself tighter around her body. With a sigh she rolled to her back and tried to use her toes to pull the legs of her pants down.

There was a groan next to her and then a warm hand on her stomach. "What's up, dolphin flipper?"

Bella pulled at the neck of her shirt. "Nothing. Go back to sleep."

"Change your mind about our first sleep over?" She felt his smile against her neck.

"No, I just," her hands fluttered in the air above her chest, "Iusuallysleepnaked."

Edward leaned up then, propping his head on his hand. "What was that?"

"I said, I usually don't sleep in clothes." She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her cheeks heat with embarrassment in the dark.

"Well, by all means."

She looked over to see him smiling widely now, eyebrows raised. "Oh, stop smiling. This is not me coming onto you. I can't get comfortable when I sleep in clothes. They're constricting and ride up and it just makes me feel trapped."

"Do you hear me arguing?" He leaned over, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Go ahead, get naked. I pinky promise not to have sex with you."

Rolling her eyes she batted his outstretched pinky away and turned her back to him, closing her eyes and trying to get comfortable. But all she could focus on was the feel of cotton wrapped around her, too tight and misaligned.

"You know you want to." Edward's voice sang out softly, quietly.

With one last huff of annoyance she sat up and quickly pulled her shirt off, audibly sighing when it was no longer wrapped around her skin. She pulled the comforter up under her chin before lifting her butt off the mattress to slide her pants off.

She was self-conscious of lying naked in bed next to him, despite the fact that he'd seen her in much more compromising positions. But the freedom she felt in having discarded the offending pajamas was overriding any embarrassment she may have had.

Looking over she saw Edward grinning at her.

"Oh, shut up."

He reached his hand out, pulling her into his side, thumb skimming back and forth across the fabric of her underwear. She pulled both hands in front her chest, creating a small, albeit still mostly naked barrier between them.

"My girlfriend sleeps naked. A guy can't be happy about that?"

Bella pulled her head back. "I'm sorry, your what?"

"My girlfriend," he continued to rub her hip.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Edward."

He scoffed. "You are so totally my girlfriend."

"I'm not!"

He searched her face in the dark. "Well, then what would you call it?"

"We're two consenting adults who happen to enjoy sleeping together."

"That's a little long, don't you think?"

"I don't like labels. They're claustrophobic and they only cause problems."

"Oh, my little new-age girlfriend," Edward sighed, closing his eyes.

"I'm serious. I'm not your girlfriend," she persisted.

"Uh huh."

"And me sleeping over isn't going to happen again. It's a one time thing."

"Mmhmm."

She huffed, watching the way the bit of moonlight that snuck in through the blinds caught his jaw.

*O*O*O*

"Do you want pomegranates?"

Bella looked up from her list. "Do they have just the seeds? It's such a pain to de-seed them."

He rolled his eyes. "I can de-seed a pomegranate."

She opened her mouth to argue, but then thought better of it. "Three please?"

Edward chuckled. "Now you're pushing it, woman," he called as he walked toward the fruit.

"You volunteered," she muttered, scratching out a few things on her list and pushing the cart forward slowly.

"I'm going to go get the bread." She looked back at Edward and pointed. He smiled and nodded, giving an exaggerated roll of his eyes at the large woman blocking his way.

Bella giggled and shook her head. She turned the corner, nearly colliding with a cart going the opposite way.

"Oooh! Sorry!" She looked up and smiled. "Hey!"

"Bella! Hi! How are you?" Angela pulled her cart to the side of the aisle.

"I'm good; I'm good. You? It's been forever."

"She finally moved. I mean, how hard is it to step to the side? Rude is what it is. I got five instead of three, so you'll have to actually eat some of the seeds and not just put them in your wine," Edward came around the corner, holding up the bag of pomegranates.

She smiled up at him. "Edward, this is Angela. We went to high school together," Bella gestured at her old friend. "Angela, this is my...Edward." She could practically feel him smirking next to her.

"Well, Bella's Edward, it's very nice to meet you," she smiled kindly. "I've gotta run, but Bella it was really good running into you. We should grab lunch some time."

"Good to see you, too. I'll give you a call."

She waited until Angela had turned the corner before looking at Edward.

"Oh, shut up."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocking onto the balls of his feet, grinning like a little boy. "I didn't say a thing."

"I wasn't going to say what you think I was going to say."

"Okay."

"This doesn't mean anything."

"Right."

"I'm still not your girlfriend."

"Sure."

She sighed. "I hate you a little bit right now."

"I know."

*O*O*O*

He was lying on his back, arms crossed behind his head, watching her move around the room. He made a small contented sigh when she took her glasses off and set them on the nightstand.

"What are you sighing about over there?" Bella looked over her shoulder at him, smiling.

"This is just my favorite part of the night."

"What? Why?" she laughed, slipping her pajama pants off and sliding underneath the comforter. Quickly she shed her tank top and scooted down, lying on her side to face him.

"It's Bella Gets Naked O'Clock."

She rolled her eyes. "How are you still excited by this? It's been, what? Three months?"

Edward shrugged. "I'm a guy, Bella. And you and your boobs get naked and get into my bed every night." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Ridiculous," she laughed.

She was quiet then, eyes unfocused, a small line in between her furrowed brow.

After a few minutes he rolled to face her, linking their hands. "Hey, I can practically hear the wheels spinning in there; give the hamsters a break. Stop over thinking things."

"I know." Her voice was quiet, eyes focused on their hands.

"Look, you said you don't like labels because they're claustrophobic and messy, right?"

She nodded.

"Do you feel claustrophobic sleeping here every night?"

She shook her head.

"What about when we went to my company holiday party?"

She shook her again.

"And was it complicated when we ran into your friend at the grocery store a few weeks ago? Or when you brought my sister soup because she was sick and I was stuck at work?"

Bella sighed and shook her head. "No, I guess not."

"Look, I'm not going to push you into anything you're uncomfortable with and I'm happy to just be with you. But, my feelings for you aren't complicated. And, nothing about wanting to spend time with you is claustrophobic to me. We're here already, Bella. We're in this. So, what's the problem?"

She looked up into his eyes then. "I don't know. I guess it's just- I never planned for you. It was never supposed to get this far."

"So, now that we're here what do you want to do?"

She shrugged and bit her lip. "I think. I think I want to stay. And I think I might love you."

"You think so, huh?" Edward was grinning now, eyes crinkling at the corners. He leaned forward, kissing her deeply.

"I think I might just love you too. You know what else I think?"

"What?"

"I think you need to say it. Outloud." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"You really need to hear it?" she sighed around a smile.

He nodded. "I really do."

"And you won't be happy until I say that you're my boyfriend?"

He leaned forward and kissed her again, his hand stroking down her cheek. "There it is."