Unrequited
He traced his finger over her exposed hip, finding bone beneath skin with only the slightest pressure. Following the delicate curve, his fingertips traveled up alongside her flat belly. He felt her shiver beneath his light touch, and he grinned. He flattened his hand over her ribcage, amazed that something so important could fit beneath such a delicate frame. Suddenly overcome with the thought of someone breaking her, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her.
"Snap out of it, Edward," the girl snarled, pushing him off of her. "I hate it when you look at me like that."
Edward blinked. Bella's gaze was annoyed. He shook his head and tossed himself to her left, settling against the pillows. "You weren't complaining a few minutes ago," he reminded her.
"Yeah, because you weren't looking at me like I was some one-eyed puppy who needed a home. You were actually doing something." She got up from the bed and began her search for the clothing she'd been only too eager to shed an hour before.
Edward sighed and threw his arm over his eyes. "Something spectacular, you mean."
He heard her chuckle and a rustle of cotton. She'd probably be dressed by now. That girl could win medals for competitive dressing. Underwear, bra, shirt, jeans, socks, shoes in fifteen seconds flat.
"Spectacular is your word, babe," she threw back.
Edward sat up to look at her. She was fluffing her hair in the mirror over his dresser. He saw the reflection of her impish grin and couldn't resist one of his own. "What's your word?"
She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling as if in thought. Tapping her lips, she swayed herself toward him. Even fully clothed, she was sex itself, and Edward felt his cock jump under the comforter.
She crawled on top of him and dropped a lazy kiss on his collarbone. "My word would be..." she paused to suck at the place just below his jaw. Edward gave in and growled his pleasure. Bella bent closer to whisper into his ear. "Adequate." With that, she slithered off of him. Edward noted that she made extra sure to grind herself into his cock as she went.
He propped himself up on his elbow and watched her finish primping with a frown. "You wound me, Bella," his tone was light, but his words were serious.
If Bella caught the nuance, she didn't show any sign. Rather, she flipped her hair and grasped the handle of the bedroom door, turning to meet his gaze once more before flouncing off to wherever she felt like. "Don't worry about it, Edward. I always come back, so you must be doing something right." She smirked at him and pushed through the door.
Edward fell back against the mattress and tried to will away his erection. Even Bella's ice cold refusal had done little to ease it, so he removed himself to the shower. Just once he'd like to have her stay awhile instead of hurrying away to something more urgent. Sometimes he feared she was going off to meet someone more urgent. That thought did wonders in diminishing his lust, and he tried not to dwell on the unwelcome mental images as he watched soapy water swirl down the drain. Bella had been hard to catch in the first place, and sometimes Edward wondered how he was ever going to be able to keep her.