Random Drabbles
Goal 40 days and 40 nights personal challenge.
Taking two random things one a Wikipedia article and the other a quote from the quotations page random page. Write between 400-4000 words.
Let the fun begin
Day One article about Filip Chipchev (not sure who thanks for nothing Wikipedia!)
Quote "Never get angry. Never make a threat. Reason with people." Mario Puzo, The Godfather (seriously?)
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight
I can hear the surround sound blaring the walls are shaking and it's really difficult to concentrate. I just have to get through this one final paper and then I will be done.
Can't he understand that? Why should he? Schools never been his thing why he would decide to be with a bookworm like me has never been fully comprehensible.
Maybe if I go into his man cave and invade his space he will understand how annoying it is to want to be focused on one thing while having someone disregard that.
I am determined. I head down the hall and make a pit stop in laundry to grab my trusty jersey. I put it on and shimmy out of my panties. As I stroll down the corridor I gently fluff my hair and lick my lips. It doesn't hurt that I know this will drive him crazy with lust.
He's sitting in his favorite spot hand casually running through his hair. He is watching the screen riveted. I think it looks like a soccer game. I'm not too sure since the camera is on the crowd but it looks like people have those annoying noise blasters. Whatever they are, they're the reason I am not done with my paper.
"Baby," I whisper as seductively as I possibly can. Most likely he doesn't hear me. I lean over and slide my hands down his chest allowing my nails to drag in that special way that he likes.
His breath hitches and I know that Edward will try to fight the urge to respond. He grabs my arms and moves them off him.
He is going to try to reject me and I'm fine with that. My purpose is not to complete the seduction it's to get my point across. There's no point for anger, I don't have to threaten him. I know that only reasoning will get him to see my point. It doesn't hurt that in the process I get to have a little fun.
I go to sit in the armchair in his direct line of sight I casually drape my leg over the side and let out a tiny sigh.
"What are you doing?" He drinks in the view that is on display, I can tell how easily I now have his attention.
"Taking a moment's rest from the hell that is my final." I say casually as I slowly rotate my foot with relaxed ease.
"Who's winning?"
"Well I'm not sure, Filip Chipchev the forward seems to be making a lot of errors."
I turn my attention to the screen I now realize that this game is in a completely foreign language, stupid satellite television and Edward's ridiculous need for the complete sports package.
I turn my attention back to my boyfriend who now has his eyes completely trained on me. I feel the sudden flush that is overtaking me because of his heated gaze. I should get up and move, if I stay here like a wounded prey he will not learn the lesson I so intended.
Yet my body fails to respond.
He slowly rises from his seat, tossing the remote and begins to unbuckle his pants. Now I am squirming while he takes his step towards me.
"You know how much I love you in my shirt?" he asks as he kneels down in front of me.
"Yes" I stutter all thoughts are suddenly out the window, my only response is the way I bite my lip and look down at his growing arousal as he casually strokes my leg and reaches for the hem of my top.
"Did you know I've been waiting for you?"
"Waiting?" I look into his verdant eyes that are stoked with desire.
"I just had to have you, these last few days with you working on your finals…" I see mischief in his eyes now and that devious smirk that always leads to new naughty thoughts.
I've just realized that I have been set up. I was not the master of this scenario, he was. He played me like he always has. The rouse of the noise was just to get my attention. He has succeeded. He spreads my legs and situates himself at my entrance.
My mind wants to argue with my growing need. I can't let him win.
Is there something wrong with me having the upper hand for once? I try to close my thighs and not allow him further though my body is more than ready for him.
"So you don't like Bulgarian football matches?" I look at him coyly.
I have tried his patience enough, in one languid movement he has pushed his way inside me and slowly begins to thrust.
"Bella," he increases his rhythm, "I could give a rat's ass about that when I have you like this."
He feels so good pumping in and out of me I am lost in the sensation. He kisses me hungrily as we both reach a euphoric climax.
Panting on his shoulder I slowly come back down to earth and look up into his eyes.
"You know" I say as I smile shyly at him, "there was no need for all the theatrics Edward. You could have just come to me."
"What fun would that be? I like to get you hot and bothered it always is better than sports."