I own nothing except a vivid imagination; Stephenie Meyer owns everything including beloved Edward.
Setting: Jessica Stanley's bedroom, after a date with Edward
Our gazes were locked as we entered my bedroom. I could barely believe my own ears when he didn't reject me like he had so many times before. We wrapped our arms around one another and started kissing. Edward removed his lips from mine and I could practically feel the void until he began to plant feathery kisses on my neck. I tangled my fingers in his copper-colored hair and moaned; as Edward had traveled under my shirt, we began to pick up the pace.
Edward's mouth left my neck to once again meet my mouth. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and I thought he might devour me as his hands roughly (yet somehow artfully) played with my breasts. I couldn't stop myself from moaning and whimpering as we fell back onto my bed. Edward continued to ravage my mouth and started to grind against me. Oh. My. God, I thought. This is beyond perfect. If heaven doesn't have Edward Cullen, then I don't see what would make it so great. Which brought to mind a heavenly warehouse of Edward clones and I didn't know if I wanted to giggle at or revel in the mental image.
Reminding myself that I had the REAL Edward right here in my arms and focused again just in time to see his smirk, which seemed oddly-timed with my thoughts. He did that a lot at school: I would be thinking about something and he would make a seemingly-random facial expression that matched what his reaction would probably be if I told him my thoughts. I brushed it off though, figuring he was just smirking because he knew how good he was doing and that he couldn't possibly know about my thoughts. Telepathy only exists in fantasy books and movies, no one can really do that.
I gasp as he begins take off my shirt and then his own--
KNOCK, KNOCK
What the hell?! I shoot out of my bed, awoken from my amazing dream by a knock on my window; my hopes that somehow my dreams are coming true are dashed by Mike's grinning face. Oh, well—time to leave dream-land and face reality.