Author's Note: So I was on ADF the other day and someone made a campfire where one person would provide a prompt and you'd write a little drabble to answer it. I was inspired to participate and the results are below.
Enjoy!
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Oh yeah - Twilight is still not mine. It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer who allows us to play in her sandbox.
Prompt by Rainygirl1978: Bella never jumped. Volterra never happened. Edward finally gives in and goes back to ask Bella to take him back. He arrives in the middle of the night and goes to her room where he witnesses a *ahem* steamy dream Bella is having about him. You decide what happens next.
EPOV
As I enter the quiet street on which she lives I can already smell her scent on the early summer air. I've fought with myself all the way from Brazil back to this sleepy town where I lost and left my silent heart these eight long, agonizing months ago.
I cannot fight the draw any longer. I should have never even tried.
Her window is open and I scale the tree below it before I can talk myself out of it, my anticipation matching my dread. After I left her so callously in the fall, I can only beg her on my knees to forgive me and hope she will take me back. I say a silent prayer as I reach for the sill and swing myself into her room, landing silently on the balls of my feet...
...only to stumble back against the frame as my eyes take in the sight that greets me. Bella is writhing on the bed, the cover pushed down to her feet, one hand lodged between her open thighs. Her back is arched; she is panting as her nimble fingers rub swiftly over the swollen bud at the top of her...
...oh God, she is glistening and the scent from her folds hits me in the center of my chest. I can't breathe, I can't think, I can only watch her silently when she suddenly gasps, her whole body going rigid.
"Edward..."
The vampire takes over and rips the clothes off my body before she can blink. I am on the bed on top of her by the time she has taken a breath.
Bella's eyes fly open...
I regain my senses just before I take her virginity without her consent, freezing where I am poised at the slick flesh that her hand has only just vacated. Her eyes are wide and unblinking for a long moment while I hover above her, my erection straining towards the promised land between her legs.
"Wow," she breathes. "What a dream."
My mouth falls open as her hand, still wet from her juices, wraps around my rigid flesh and I cannot stop the growl that leaves my throat.
"Bella," I say, "Bella, it's not..."
"Shh, Edward, I know it's not real. I miss you so much. Please, make love to me in my dream. It's all I'll ever have. Please."
It's the please that kills me as the vampire cackles with glee. He's been waiting to claim his mate for more than a year now and he can hardly wait to achieve his goal.
Bella starts to move her hands, one still curled around my shaft, the other pushing her shirt up to her neck. My eyes widen as I stare in wonder at the milkiness of her breast. I can feel myself sink lower, further against her and she encourages me with her eyes and her voice.
"Please," she begs, "please, just this once, make it a good dream."
The heat of her channel engulfs the tip of me and my brain stops firing its synapses. Bella's legs wrap around me as her hands pull me closer against her. I am ice and I am fire, and with a low groan, I claim her lips at the same time I push into her and claim her body.
Careful. Slow. Softly.
She gasps into my mouth and my groan turns into a growl when the scent of fresh blood hits my nostrils. I fight the monster back, fight to stay in the moment, focus on the heat that surrounds my length. Carefully, I pull back, only to surge forward again, going a little deeper with each stroke.
A single tear runs from the corner of her right eye into her hairline, but when I lift my lips from hers, she smiles brilliantly.
"I love you, Edward."
"Bella," I stammer, "I love you. So much."
Careful. Slow. Softly.
My whole body tingles as I move in and out of her, nerve endings firing, as I burn from the inside out with the pleasure I'm experiencing for the first time in my long life. In and out as the coil in my belly tightens; in and out as Bella's low moans turn to cries of ecstasy; in and out as her back arches and exposes her long neck to my hungry eyes; in and out as the walls that surround my rigid flesh tighten and pull forth from me the very first orgasm I can remember.
I explode into a million pieces as I surge into her one last time, channeling the excess energy into my hands and ripping through her bedding and the mattress below. Spurt after spurt of venom leaves my body as she clenches around me.
Still wound tight, another coil snaps and I fall forward. Teeth slice through skin. Blood rushes over my tongue.
The vampire smiles.
Hot. Wet. Sweet. So very sweet. It's ambrosia and it's just the way I remember it. My lips suctioned to skin, I swallow.
Good. So good.
There's a buzzing noise. Getting louder. Shouting. Screaming.
"Edward, stop."
No. Mine. Mine. Mine. Fucking MINE.
Hands reach for my face, my shoulders. Stroking. Gentle. Soft.
Tears. Salty. Crying.
Bella. Bella. Bella.
Bella!
My Bella, my mate, my love.
I come to my senses, forcing myself to lick the wound closed, and jump back against the wall.
Bella. Pale. Heartbeat. Breathing. Alive.
Bella.
"I.." I have no words.
She stares at me with eyes wide open.
"This is no dream..."
I can only shake my head.
Endnote: So this will likely be a series of drabbles, bits and pieces that come to me while I write my other stories. No specific update schedule. Please do let me know if you liked it or not.
Happy New Year. :)