This is my eleventh story. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Why the heck would Stephanie Meyer write a foreplay scene in a cafeteria? Anyways, they are her characters, I just had some fun with them.
I got several people saying that, in "Lions Park," they should have done it some where outside, like on the tables. My response – I didn't want the thousands of dollars spent on all the lovely furniture, or the hundreds spent to just rent the park to go to waste. Hope this one makes up for it. Muhahaha! Some hinting on my next story ("The Canceled Fishing Trip").
"Edward, can we stop by school? I forgot my notebook in my locker."
We were driving down the road toward his house where, according to Charlie, I would be spending the day with Alice. Seconds later, we were parked in the school lot.
"I'll wait for you here."
"Okay. Be right back," I said and got out. My locker wasn't too far, but it was out of view of the car.
On my way back, notebook in hand, I noticed the car was empty. Looking around I found my surroundings to be void of any activity. The thought of James coming back from his fiery demise registered briefly but was quickly deemed silly and unrealistic. (A/N I hope you got the joke there. "silly and unrealistic"… Let's be a tiny bit realistic, okay? Sorry, I know it's cruel to think that way.)
"Edward?" I whispered. Minutes later there was still no response and I decided to look around campus for him. The first place I decided to look was the cafeteria. It was a wide, open space that showed other areas of the school through the many hallways leading away from it. It was also nearby the parking lot but out of view, the perfect place for a silly vampire to be hiding.
As I turned the corner to face the eating area, I saw Edward lying on top of a table peacefully. He could've been dead if I didn't know any better. (A/N Haha! Get it? Dead… Joke number 2.)
For a while I was in a trance, staring at the beautiful figure in front of me. Black shirt and blue jeans showing off his muscular body but fitting him comfortably. His hair, a mess and hanging around his ears and eyes, framing his face perfectly. The thin clouds parted occasionally and briefly, allowing rays of sunlight to dance of his skin. The beautiful sparkle that occurred dazzled me even further. What seemed like hours into my silent viewing, a smile crept onto Edward's face, refocusing my attention to his perfect lips.
I could've sworn I only blinked once, but as soon as full awareness hit, I realized I was being thrown backward by a cold, hard, black figure. The understanding it was Edward clicked a moment later and I relaxed into his firm hold. A light bounce and a roll ended the flight.
A tearing sound followed by a sharp, but quick pain in my shoulders ultimately ended in the feeling of cool air and cold hands running across my body. The difference in temperature was startling but soothing, and I moaned at the sweet contact. (A/N The difference in temperature between the air and hands vs. the warm shirt.)
The reaction was clearly appreciated for the loving, gentle hands found their way lower, rubbing at my heated wet core. I hadn't even noticed my jeans had been pulled off. His body had covered mine the minute my shirt was torn off. This new realization caused me to blush fiercely.
A furious, yet gentle rubbing ensued around my sensitive bundle. Two other fingers gently massaged at the innermost parts of my body. I was on fire and the coolness of his body did nothing to help the overwhelming heat of desire. The need caused another groan to escape my lips and the motions grew faster and frantic while still being careful and gentle. I barely registered the other hand massaging my breast or the rough fabric of my shirt and jeans rubbing against my sides. My hands were tangled in his hair, bringing him closer, but even that was beyond my conscious control
I arched my back and pushed my body into his hand, dying for more friction as the fire grew. He never slowed, thankfully, but did not increase his pace in fear of hurting me. I mentally hit myself for being so fragile, and tried my best to keep from lashing out in need.
My release rose to the surface and finally exploded, a whimpering sound coming with it. The pleasure was overwhelming and every new wave caused my body to shudder. It was like floating in the grandest of heavens right next to the most beautiful of the gods. Unfortunately, I did not have the strength to move and make the experience even better. I had completely drowned in the bliss.
"Bella, Bella! Hurry, get dressed," an angelic whisper came through my wrapping of peaceful rest. "Here, take my shirt."
As I grew more aware of my surroundings, I realized several things all at once. Edward's chest was bare, my shirt was in shreds, he was frantic to get me dressed, I was at the back end of the cafeteria, and my notebook was lazily tossed off to the side. Sensing his distress, I did my best to dress, fumbling a tiny bit with my jeans.
"Come on, let's go," he said while picking up my notebook and taking my arm.
"Edward, what's wrong?" I asked. As we turned the corner to face the parking lot, I realized what had him excited.
"Hey Bella!" (A/N Hinting here for my next story. It's obvious.)
I blushed, realizing our previous activities and just how silly Edward and I must look.
"Hello, Angela," Edward called back, cool and composed. I could only smile.
A/N Okay, this was a short story overall, but I hope it's better than the last one. I wrote it while I went out to breakfast, so it isn't exactly what I had planned originally, but it's close. Nothing major was changed.