This is a smutty one-shot. It hit me when I was stuck in traffic. Never written anything like this before so sorry if it sucks. Funny thing that happened today that I had to share with Twilight fans. One of my seventh grade students told me she wrote a haiku for Edward in English class. Middle Schoolers are hilarious. I do not own Twilight.
EPOV
It was a warm night in Forks and amazingly it wasn't raining. The open window let in a playful breeze that stirred the gauzy curtain at the window. I watched as Bella slept in my cold arms, the two of us laying side by side. She cheeks were flushed as though she had just finished running. I couldn't understand why she seemed to be hot considering that the room was not overly warm and sleeping with me was like cuddling an ice cube.
Still confused, I was trying to figure out how to cool her when it happened. She moaned my name. Not a moan of pain or fear, but of desire. Suddenly it struck me, I smelled not only the strawberry scent of her hair, but also a more primal scent. My angel was turned on. Her hand was hovering over her breast and I could see the outline her nipples clearly through her thin tank top. A wicked smile crossed my face as I thought of what I wanted to do to those taunt peaks. She moaned out my name again, this time with more fervor. I blew gently into her ear and a delicious shiver ran down her body. Her hand started to ghost down her body toward her core. She rested it atop her mound and it was my turn to moan. Her hips began to buck a bit into her hand. Without even consciously thinking it, I placed my hand over hers gently and pressed down. A guttural groan was her answer to that action.
My hips involuntarily began to gently grind against the side of her thigh. The heat coming off her body was exquisite. "Oh Bella", I gasped into her ear.
"Edward, please", was her sleepy reply.
"Bella baby, does that feel good? Because it feels amazing to me. You're so warm and I just want to slide into you so bad. Touch yourself harder baby, make yourself feel good." I started whispering in Bella's ear things I would never knowingly say to her. I wasn't sure where the words were coming from, but Bella's body was seeming to react to them. Her fingers were rubbing harder against her still cloth covered core. I wanted so badly to see her fingers make contact with her flesh. I knew that I should not be doing this, but one hundred years of sexual frustration was starting to wear at my morals. Gently I hooked my fingers into the waist band of her shorts and panties and pulled down slowly. Her hand broke contact for just a minute and then honed back in on its destination. Her moans increased with the new pressure. Thank goodness that Charlie was away investigating or else he would definitely want to know what was going on in his virginal daughter's room.
I noticed that her cries started to gain a new insistence and I realized that she was getting closer to her release. I worshiped her neck in a way I would normally not allowed myself, but I wanted to help my angel reach her heights. A few moments later, she came. Her beautiful body arched off the bed as her head flew back in ecstasy. How I wished I had been the one to bring that pleasure to her body. My length was still pressed against her and throbbed painfully, but I was glad that my little vixen had had her release.
Amazingly, she was still asleep. She settled down with a contented, sleepy murmur and snuggled into my side. I gently fixed her shorts and did my best to distract my body from the memories of this night.
In the morning, Bella woke up refreshed and smiling. "What has you so happy this morning?", I asked with a smile.
"Oh nothing. I just had a really good dream that's all," she replied. I chuckled as she got ready for school.