A/N: My second lemon, my first Twilight fic, and my 50th fic over all. And today I was told to someone I remind them of a vampire. Go figure.
Sexy Edward Contest:
Damn My Vampire Husband
Lariren-Shadow
Rocker tee and jeans
Character type: I think IC
Story type: Vampire
POV: Bella's
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
Damn my stupid vampire husband.
I usually had impeccable control, even for being a vampire for only seven years. Usually I had no problem with sitting through a school day next to him. I didn't have problems.
Today, however, I couldn't. All I could think about was how sexy said husband looked in his damn tight black rocker tee and amazing jeans. They hugged every inch, every muscle, reducing me to a quivering mess of desire, trying very hard not to jump his bones. And Jasper's snickering when I passed him in the hall didn't help either.
So now, in history, the last period of the day, I'm jittering and shifting more than I ever did when I was human.
"Miss Brandon do you need to go to the restroom?" Mr. Streetner asks me, noticing my movement. He has the TV, we are watching a movie. That's only going to make this worst.
"Yes, please" I jump up, maybe a little too fast. I can vaguely remember what it was like watching the movie in biology with Edward those years ago, and I'm not sure what will happen now. Really, the first movie of the year should not be on the day that I'm having trouble not throwing him down and ripping his clothes off.
Edward looks at me funny while I get my pass and leave. How long does a human take to go to the bathroom? How long do I have? I can't remember how long it took me. Damn it I can't really remember anything clearly right now, I was lucky to have answered to my fake name.
Ten minutes, I imagine, is the maximum time I have. Damn it. Walk slowly to the bathroom, maybe the air will help.
Five minutes till I have to be back.
Nope, not helping.
Back to my own personal hell, sitting in the dark with the man I should by all rights be able to jump whenever I want to, but can't because we're in high school. Again. I'm never letting Nessie talk me into anything again. Who am I kidding, she will next week.
Two minutes to go before I have to be back. Breathe…not helping at all.
The room is dark when I silently enter and bring my pass back up front. I can already feel the slight current pulsing through the room. Can anyone else? That would be awkward. 'Sorry, what you're feeling is my and Edward's attraction for each other, hope its not too much of a problem'. I can see that he notices too. Good. Maybe he can suffer as much as me.
My desk is next to his and as I sit it takes all my control not to vault the desk and be in his arms. I can see his fists clench, all his muscles clench. Those gorgeous muscles, his chest tense, all mine…STOP THAT. No more thinking! Focus on the movie.
Damn Sister Wendy and her "bwests". Stupid Renaissance. Stupid high school. Stupid Nessie wanting to go. Stupid Edward telling me before we signed up that no, we were not allowed to have sex in the broom closet. If we were allowed there would be no problem right now. I could rip off his shirt and run my hands all over…
Nine more minutes to go. Not to hard. The lights flash on and the tension lessens, but it doesn't go away.
The bell finally rings and I have to remind myself to slow down. Must appear human.
"Is something wrong Bella?" He asks me. Yes of course there is something wrong. We've been here all day and I've retained nothing of what was said because I've been running fantasies of what I would do to you in my head. Why can't you just-
Oh right, I can let up my shield. I wonder how fast the Volvo can go?
"Nothings wrong. I just…want to show you something when we get to the car." A sly smile crosses my lips. I can feel it. I honestly hope that, if the car isn't fast enough, that it can take vampire sex.
Nessie and Alice are waiting for us in front of the school. Alice smiles at me and I know that its going to be me and Edward in the car, she's seen it. YES!
"We're going to go with Emmett in the Jeep today. Have fun you two," Alice winks at us. Nessie just stares between the three of us, then realization crosses her face.
"Ew, you're still my parents." She mutters turning to walk to the Jeep. Edward laughs a little at the comment.
"What?"
"She was thinking about inviting Jake over to 'help her with her car.'" That damned crocked smile on his face. I just want to kiss it off of him. No public displays of affection, damn Edward's rules.
"Didn't Rosalie just tune it?"
"Yes, but Nessie was just looking for an excuse. She was hoping to maybe get sometime alone with him," my eyes go wide. "No, nothing like that. Not yet." We walk slowly, agonizingly slowly, to the car.
"What did you want to show me?" He asks once we are safely in the car. I force my shield down and recap every single one of my fantasies. Us in the gym showers, us on the lab table in chemistry, us in the bathroom. Desire flares to life in his eyes, I can see it. And before I can even register the movement, we are speeding down the road.
"Wow this car can go this fast?" I ask, not that I mind, it's actually the perfect speed now.
"Only when it needs to be. Its not nearly fast enough now." His jaw tightens; I can see he's willing the car to go faster. God, I love him so much.
It takes about two minutes to get from the high school to our new house. And two seconds for us to jump out of the car and crash into each other.
I jump and my legs lock around him, needing to feel closer still. Our lips meet and everything else fades into the background. All there is in the world is Edward and my lips crushed together, his tongue invading my mouth, battling mine.
I break the kiss. "Bedroom," I gasp. I know if we destroy anything in the house Esme will have a fit. She already had to yell at Emmett and Rosalie.
In less than a second we're upstairs in our room, behind a closed door. I'm not sure how we got up here, but that doesn't matter now. All that matters is that I can do what I've wanted to all day.
His shirt is in pieces on the floor and I slam back into him, my hands rubbing his chest on their own accord. He grows, a low reverberating one that shakes to me to my toes. He manages to gain the upper hand and my shirt is gone somewhere and we fall to the floor.
"You need to share your fantasies more often." He rumbles into my breast before he starts to tease my nipple with his tongue. All I can do is moan softly in response.
His tongue does wonders, but I need more. He needs more. I can feel his erection boring into me, craving me. I gather my strength and roll over so I'm on top of him. His expression is amused. I kiss the smile right off his face, my hands grabbing the front of his jeans and tearing them off of him. He manages to stay more in control that I thought and my jeans come off in tack. I can't say the same for my underwear; those are just little scraps of fabric next to his shirt now. His hands begin to roam more, feeling more, tracing agonizingly amazing circles wherever they go.
I'm barely aware that Edward has dominance again before he enters me. Every fiber of my being focuses on our joining. He begins to move and I lose everything but us. We fit together like we always have, two halves to a whole. My heart swells with the feeling of how right this is.
I move to meet his thrusts; all the while we are still locked in a kiss, our groans vibrating between our lips.
Faster, I think, knowing my shield is down and will be for a while. He picks up his pace, more urgent. Mine, I think, all mine. I can never get over that fact. He speeds up even more; too fast for us keep kissing.
"Mine, my wife," he breathes into my ear right before ecstasy hits. The feeling of utter completion, utter pleasure, rushes through me and I know its enough. For now.
We lie there, still connected, recovering for a few minutes. I can see the smug look in his eyes, the one that knows he's brought me to heaven and back.
"You should really share your fantasies more often." He remarks.
"Oh, I should? So you can suffer with me?" I smile up at him.
"No, I was more thinking along the lines of bending my rules.'
"Really?"
"We never said the gym supply closet was off limits." And his crocked smile is back.