The steady beat of raindrops on the roof echoed in the empty room. Alice shifted slightly on the sofa, curling her toes more tightly under her thighs. She took another sip of the coffee, savouring the sweet, bitter warmth. She turned the page, the rustle of paper the only sound besides the rain.
Through the window, water dripped from the swaying branches of the evergreens. Over the sound of the rain, she heard the faint purr of the engine as the car pulled up outside. Alice folded the corner of her page, and closed the book, laying it on the table.
The door clicked open.
"Edward?" Alice called softly.
"Hey," he called back. "How's it going?"
"I'm okay," she answered. He came around the corner into the living room, shrugging off his jacket. He brushed his wet hair back from his eyes, and smiled at her.
"What have you been doing?"
She shrugged, and smiled back. "Just reading."
He came and sat on the couch beside her, hanging his jacket over the back. "The plane leaves at seven," he said, fishing their tickets out of his breast pocket, and laying them on the table beside her novel. "we should be there by five."
She nodded. "Okay."
"You packed?" He brushed a lock of her hair back from her face, looping it behind her ear.
She looked at him, and nodded. "Yeah."
He twirled a strand of her wavy black hair between his fingers. "I like your hair like this," he murmured.
She smiled, almost shyly. "Yeah?"
He nodded, his golden eyes on his fingers as he toyed with her hair. "Yeah."
She had grown it out since Jasper left. She missed her old short, spiky hair, but the longer hair framed her face differently; her sharp cheekbones were softened, and her eyes were larger. Edward ran a hand across her cheek, and she looked up into his molten gaze.
"Are you alright?" His eyebrows were creased with worry. She knew he could hear her thoughts, but he asked anyway, a courtesy which she appreciated.
She nodded, shrugged. "I'm okay."
He drew her into a hug, her face pressed against his chest. His soft shirt smelled like rain and pine trees, and the heady odour of his skin made her flush. Having him so close made her a little edgy, a little hot. Edward... she rolled his name around on her tongue as he held her against him. For so long he'd just been a friend, almost an older brother, the only bachelor in a houseful of couples. In a way though, that was what made him so appealing now. While Emmett and Rosalie and Carlisle and Esme were sweet, and sympathetic, Edward understood being alone better than any of them.
"It's just..." she hesitated. He knew what she was going to say. She knew what she was going to say. She knew what would happen when she said it. The vision played through her head in flashes of light, every action following inexorably from the decision she had just made, almost unconsciously. She knew that as the premonition flashed through her mind, it also flashed through Edward's, as he read her thoughts. He tensed slightly, against her, as though he wasn't sure what to do.
"I don't like being alone. I miss having someone." She whispered the words against his shoulder. With anyone else, there would be more to say, more that had to be said, before her intention was obvious. Edward knew, though. Still, he hesitated, as if he wasn't sure if he wanted to respond to her desire.
She knew he would. She had seen it. And he had seen it, too. Self-fulfilling prophecy.
As she thought the last words, he chuckled slightly, reading them in her mind.
"True," he murmured. The atmosphere had changed entirely. Static electricity sparked at every point of contact between them. Alice shivered, her body already trembling in anticipation of the pleasure she could foresee. Edward's hand moved to her cheek, to her jaw, tilted her face toward him. She met his golden, smouldering gaze. Sex with Edward would be totally different from sex with Jasper. She bit her lip.
He could read what she wanted. She could see what he would do. They almost didn't actually need to fuck; every movement was an inevitable conclusion of the present and future.
Edwards cool hand slipped the sleeve of her shirt off her shoulder, his fingers lingering against her pale skin. Her lips parted, invitingly, and he moved in the last few inches to kiss her, his sweet taste filling her mouth.
His fingers shredded the fabric of her shirt, tearing it off her. She didn't feel it, too focused on their kiss, and the feeling of his tongue against hers. He tore her clothes to rags in a few short instants, seams tearing and stitches snapping as he stripped her naked underneath him. The air was cool against her small breasts.
The couch creaked ominously as he put a steadying hand against it. Her nails caressed his side as she drew him in closer, her arousal growing, her need for him slowly filling every part of her. His lips moved down her neck, nipping lightly at her skin. Pain was such an unfamiliar sensation; Jasper had never hurt her, always treated her like a china doll. The sharp sting of his bites sent shivers along her spine. She moaned softly.
His kisses moved across her collarbone, and she inhaled the scent of his bronze hair, the smell of autumn, dry leaves, and rain filling her nose. When his teeth grazed her nipple, she put her hand through the back of the couch, shattering the wooden backing, and tearing through the cushion. Absently, she winced at the damage; Esme loved this cottage.
He lifted her into his arms, easily, still sucking at her breast, his hands warm against her naked body. He laid her against the stone floor; the tiles were smooth against her skin. She pulled off his shirt, scattering buttons across the room. She kicked his pants off, catching his waistband with a toe, and tearing them away from him. She wrapped her legs around his back, drawing him against her. He was cool against her fevered skin.
Their kiss grew more insistent. He could read her thoughts; he could tell how much she wanted him. The desire that had fluttered in her chest for years every time she looked at him was surfacing with a fury. She thirsted for him, as she had never thirsted for anyone, or anything.
He wasn't responding as quickly as she wanted. He was still slightly hesitant, still not certain he should do this, still worried about her. She snarled, and bit his neck, her teeth piercing his skin. She licked his blood off her lips, and grinned at him with a feral smile, her gold eyes glittering.
"Fuck me, Edward," she breathed. She reached down and took his cock in her hands, squeezing tightly.
He hesitated, still. She groaned, exasperated, her skin tingling where it touched him. "I can't, Alice... Bella, what about Bella?"
Alice rolled her eyes. "Didn't you see?"
Edward hesitated. Maybe he hadn't caught the flash of Bella's face in Alice's vision. Alice grinned, and pulled him down to kiss him again, pressing his naked body against hers. She watched the premonition flash before her eyes again, and this time Edward realized what he was looking at. His eyes widened, and he half turned to the door. Bella's truck was loud; they could hear its approaching engine from miles away.
"Oh god," Edward breathed.
"She'll love it," Alice insisted, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him back to her lips.
"You be careful," he snarled, his voice muffled against her mouth.
Alice snickered. "Nothing's going to go wrong," she hissed.
He frowned, even as her tongue skipped along the venom coated edges of his teeth. "The future isn't fixed," he said, worriedly.
Alice drew back and stared at him. "I'll be careful, she'll be fine."
Edward nodded grudgingly, reading her sincerity in her mind. "Fine."
Alice giggled. "Come on. She's still a few minutes away, we can still have a bit of crazy vampire sex."
Edward rolled his eyes, but didn't stop her as she pulled him into her, guiding his rock-hard cock between her legs. He spread her pussy as he entered her, and began to hammer himself into her, sending cracks criss-crossing out from them across the tiles.
They breathed slowly and steadily, enjoying each other's scent. The tension in Alice's body built slowly, radiating out from the contact. Edward's eyes were locked with hers, his lips pulled back in the same feral, exuberant smile as he fucked her against the ground.
An image flashed before her eyes. Bella's flushed, shocked expression as she came into the room. Edward faltered as he saw it too, but Alice locked her ankles around his waist, grinding against him, forcing him to continue. "Come on, Edward," she moaned, "make me come before your fragile little girlfriend shows up."
He increased his pace. To Bella's eyes, he would seem a blur now, smashing against her hips, heat from the friction between their marble skin radiating out through Alice's body. She snarled with pleasure; it was one of the only ways to feel true heat other than drinking blood, and she loved it. The tension in her body built to a thundering crescendo as he slammed deeper into her, his gaze locked with hers, his teeth bared in an animal snarl.
She shrieked as she came, the peak of tension breaking in waves through her body. Her arms struck out spasmodically, splintering the stone tiles on either side. Edwards knees sank a few centimetres into the floor as her legs tightened, pulling him down, her pupils dilating, her eyes darkening.
