A/N-Here's another lil' peek into the lives of Peeperward and Stripperella. Thank you so very much to Sunshinegal3 and my pinch hitter beta, Ssarrah1. They mean the world to me!
I dedicate this chapter to MsKathy, SuperstarNanna, Sunshinegal3, and fragilelittlehuman who all kept me sane this week through some really rough stuff. I appreciate you guys so much.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's SM's or FRIENDS-inspired.
The Adventures of Peeperward and Stripperella: The One with the Sophomore Revelation
I'm trying to get from my last class in the English building across campus to the library for a last minute study session with some people from my Advanced Statistics class, but it seems that everyone and their mom is on campus right this second. I have no idea why they are all heading toward the library. I'm juggling my phone, my coffee, my cookie/lunch, my bag, and my purse. Damn it! I need to get things in order! Finals are coming up and I seem to be getting more and more harried, rather than turning over a new leaf as an organized upper-grad, as I'd hoped.
I hear my phone chirp so I try to check it without biting it on the sidewalk as I maneuver around people.
Hey babe. Heading home from BioChem. Want dinner?
God, he is so sweet. He's been trying so hard to make sure he's doing what he can to make my life easier during finals and I want to do something to thank him.
No thnx runnin late. Stdy grp til 6. Be home after. Maybe dessert? ;)
His reply is nearly instant. I miss u. And ur boobs. Its on whn u get home!
Mmmm... just what I need after hours of classes and meetings. Quality time with Edward's tongue.
Miss u 2! & ur mouth & ur fingers. I love u!
I wish I could see his face. He probably just had to take a trip to the bathroom. I'm so evil.
When will you be home next?
Whilst he is hot, the boy does not pay attention!
I said after 6. Me and ur huge cock have a date baby!
As I reach the massive wood doors of the library, my phone rings and I figure it's Edward calling to whine about his hard-on. I stumble slightly on the stairs and quickly answer my phone as I grab the rail with my other hand.
"Baby, I'm late. I promise I'll suck your cock good when I get home!"
Silence. "Hello?" I ask.
Then a I hear a stuttering deep voice, "Um, Bells."
Oh shit. "Uh. Hi Daddy!" Maybe he didn't hear me...
"I just got a weird response from you. And after what you just said when you answered the phone, I have one question. Are you living with Edward Cullen, Isabella?"
"Uh, no. No, Dad. We are not living together." I am living next to him. There's a difference.
"You are still living in a dorm room. With a girl roommate. And no where near Edward. Correct?"
"Uhh... dad, I'm late. Can I talk to you about this later?"
"No, we need to speak about this now, Isabella. I am spending thousands on you staying in a dorm, protected, away from boys, and safe with security and everything, but you just said "home" and some other disgusting things I didn't need to hear about from my child. I want to know what the hell is going on!"
Oh, he's pissed. What the hell do I do? I planned on explaining to him all the stuff in person when I went home, not over the phone after just letting him in on my sexual history.
"Dad. I'm sorry. Some things have changed and I know I haven't been up front about it. I really have to go. I will explain everything as soon as I can, okay? I promise you, dad."
"Isabella!" He's never been a yell-er and this is not good.
"Dad! I'm nearly 20 years old. I am a grown up and I can make decisions on my own. I know you don't like what you heard. I'm not happy I said it toyou! But, there's nothing I can do about that right now. I'm late for a meeting with my study group, and I need this session so I can keep my 4.0 and keep my scholarships and get more. I love you and I'm sorry, but I have to go. I will call you tonight."
I quickly hang up before he has a chance to reply and I sit down on the step for a moment.
Pulling my phone up again I text Edward, checking twice to make sure I'm sending it to Edward.
Prepare for crying. My dad just found out about my living situation.
His reply is quick. I love you, baby. We'll figure it all out.
I get myself up and drag my sorry ass into the meeting. Studying proves difficult thinking about what I said to my dad, what I texted my dad, and how I ran out of my dorm and haven't been back in nearly two months. I didn't tell my dad because I knew he'd spent that money on my living costs but I just didn't want to live with Nella any longer. I couldn't live with her after she tried to climb in bed with me in the middle of the night.
I didn't think he'd really care about my living with Alice. I knew though that he would not care for me living yards from Edward and Emmett's or the fact that Alice is staying with Jasper at his apartment near his school nearly every night. Since Alice's absence, Edward is sleeping at what we are considering to be "our" place. Rose stays with Emmett whenever she isn't in LA or NY and it just works out for all of us.
Of course it's a lot easier in my head. When I think about explaining to my father, the growly man with a license to kill, that Edward and me, his one and only daughter, have been playing house for the last two months and that his money went down the drain... yeah, not looking forward to that.
Telling him in person was important to me. Telling him in a sext or in a vulgar comment over the phone? Not so much. No.
After about an hour of trying to study, with no such luck, I excuse myself to walk back to the condo. When I arrive my mouth waters at the smell of garlic and spices. He got Mama Louisa's for me. My favorite.
When I head toward the kitchen, I see Edward sitting at the table with his laptop working and he looks up when I set my keys on the breakfast nook. He doesn't have many finals this semester, mostly exam papers to write. Lucky bastard.
"Hi, my baby," he greets me with a small smile.
"Hiiiiiiii," I draw out very sullenly.
"You okay?" He asks as he gets up and heads toward me with a little pout on his face. It kind of makes me smile, but not quite.
"I don't know yet. I told him I'd call him tonight, but I'm afraid to." He leans forward and kisses me softly as he wraps his arms around my waist. I like that I kind of fit into the nook, my head resting just under his chin. "He's gonna be mad."
"He's allowed to be mad, Bells. You didn't tell him the truth. But he loves you and you're a good kid, Miss 4.0 Honors Scholar. I'm sure he'll be pissed for a while but he will get over it." He kisses my forehead and smiles at me. I try to muster a smile, but I'm sure it's not a good one. I hate lying to my dad, but I also don't want him to be mad and yell at me. He just got his daughter back and I wanted things to be better for us.
"Let me heat you up some food; go sit down." I nod and make my way to the table, sitting next to where Edward's stuff is set up. He's working on his Bio Chem paper and it looks like Latin to me. When discussing the theory of biochemical engineering, I kind of glaze over after discussing scientist-made urea. Yeah… no thanks. I'll leave the study of pee to my sweet boy with the big brain.
He serves me a plate of Mama's Special, home-made pasta and marinara with no peppers, just like I order when we go down to the tiny mom-and-pop Italian place about two blocks from our building. He's of course got his chicken fettuccine. We are nothing if not predictable in food.
I start inhaling mine and after several bites I look up to see him staring at me. Of course, I'm now self-conscious and start wiping my mouth but he keeps staring with a little grin playing at his pretty, pink, full lips.
"What?" I ask after at least a good minute.
"Nothing."
"That's not a "nothing" stare, Edward." I gesture with my fork. "Do I have food on my face? I know I'm inhaling it but I'm starving. I've had a cookie and coffee today." He gives me the "angry about eating" face he loves to give me then smiles.
I continue on piling food into my face because my stomach is still growling. He takes another bite, then swallows and says, "I like looking at you." Oh, good lord.
"Can you not stare while I'm eating? Can you wait 'til I'm doing something sexy?" I smile and then stick my tongue out at him.
"Don't stick it out unless you're prepared to use it." His tone is serious but the look on his face is more naughty.
"Oh, you have no idea what I'm prepared to do, just not right now." I smile again and point to my phone. "There's a phone call to be made."
"Just call and get it over with, then we can enjoy our dinner... and dessert!" He says with a wink and a seductive voice. I can't help but giggle. That's my lil' nympho. Deflowered and he's all about the lovin'.
I take several more bites then set my fork down and make to call my dad. I pull up his number, but chicken out and set the cell down again.
"I don't wanna." Pouting's sexy, right?
"Babe! Put on your big girl panties and suck it up!" He's quoting Rose. I give him a dirty look but he keeps on, "Plus, I'm sure he'll be more mad at me than you. Come on." I continue to give him my mean look and he reaches over to pat my hand. "I'm not trying to be a jerk. You've gotta get it over with or you'll just stress out, and you have finals to worry about." He squeezes my hand and then brings it to his mouth to kiss softly. "Do it."
"That's what she said." He drops his head to the table with an audible thunk.
"What? It's never NOT funny!" I grab my phone and hit send before I puss out again.
One ring. That's all it took.
"Isabella Marie Swan." Whole name... never good.
I try to say something but my voice abandons me. Looking to Edward he smiles again and kisses my palm. I suck in a breath and just try, "Hi."
"Start talking."
"My roommate became a bit of a stalker. She wouldn't leave me alone and with two months left, the dean of housing wouldn't approve a transfer; there was no where to put me. They tried roommate counseling with the RA and she was still acting all kinds of freaky, so Alice allowed me to move in with her, okay?"
"No, Bella. Not okay. You are living exactly where I didn't want you living. And apparently you are not living alone or as alone as I want you after what I heard from you. Not your best moment, daughter of mine. You're shacking up with that... that... boy after I told you how I felt." I can see him pacing the house and waving his arms around. I feel like an ass. "And you knew that I'd be pissed so you kept me in the dark. How long were you planning on screwing around with your education and playing house with that little hornball? No, don't answer that; I don't care and I don't want to know because it's not happening any longer."
I try to interrupt, to defend myself and Edward, but he's not having it.
"No, no longer, Isabella. You're coming home. I mean it. You can finish your finals at a hotel. I'll find one near campus and you can stay there. I'll come up and stay with you. Then I'll bring you home and you'll stay here and go to community college in Port Angeles."
"What?" I scream into the phone, not believing what I'm hearing. Edward tries to calm me but I'm beyond that. My father would rather spend more money or take me out of a great university than think about me screwing Edward.
"You heard me, Isabella. I'm calling the station and letting them know I'll be gone for a bit. I'm driving up there and you and I will go stay somewhere else. And I'm calling Carlisle and chewing his ass, too. He knew about this, didn't he?"
"No. Dad, you cannot drive here now. And no, Carlisle and Esme don't know I live here... with Alice," I say quickly at the end. I look at Edward and he's holding out his hand.
Covering the speaker I mouth, "What?" and he says loud enough for my dad to hear, "Let me talk to him."
"Yes, Isabella, let me talk to him. I'd love to tell that little prick what I think of him." At the sound of my dad's poisonous voice I stand up. Like hell I'll let them speak to each other now.
"No. No, you won't. And you will not drive up here now, dad. I have finals. I can't deal with this crazy right now. I understand you aren't happy and you have every right to be mad that I deceived you, but that's no reason to try to screw with my education. If you come here, I won't answer the door so you might as well just stay put. I'll be home soon for summer break, if you want me home at all. I'll come and stay with you and we can discuss this as adults."
"Isabella, this is not up for discussion."
"No, you are right. It isn't. This conversation is over. I am staying here and finishing my finals. When I come home, we'll discuss it further. Until then, I love you very much and I am so sorry I hurt you."
"Bells." Oh, he's killing me.
"I'm sorry, dad. I really am. I love you. See you soon." I hang up before he can yell or anything else.
I lay my head down on the table and just stare at the dark, blurry wood.
Edward is still for a while. Silence surrounds us and I just stare at the table hoping by some miracle the space-time continuum will suck me back to right to the time before I sent that text message.
"So that went well." My head pops up and Edward is staring at me with his head cocked to the side kind of like a cute puppy. A cute puppy I kind of want to kick at this moment. His dad isn't ready to tear down the highway with lights and sirens in hopes of regaining his daughter's virtue.
I go back to my pasta. Food is good. Food is tasty and quiet and doesn't yell and doesn't care who I screw. I like food.
While Edward tucks back into his own dinner, his hand brushes up and down my leg slowly. The feeling is soothing and soon I'm not eating as fast and I realize my muscles aren't all tangled and taut. I like this effect he has on me. He's like the human form of Xanax. His hand brushes higher on my leg each time until soon he's brushing near the apex, his long fingers brushing along my inner thigh to the seam of my jeans. He is also my human form of Viagra.
Soon I cannot concentrate on being sad or mad, or hungry for that matter. I just want his fingers to keep pressing and sliding just as they are doing right now. On a more forceful swipe across my inseam, I moan without realizing and Edward's head pops up from his food. Now I have his attention. I raise an eyebrow at him in challenge. What's more important... where your left fingers are on me or where your right ones are on your fork... which will you choose?
Suddenly he's standing, grabbing both our plates and setting them on the breakfast bar and then turns and sets his laptop on the chair he was sitting in. Thinking that we'll be taking this to the bedroom, I stand and turn but my body is stopped from two large arms wrapping around my waist from behind.
"Where do you think you're going?" He whispers darkly into my ear, sending little sparks all along my spine.
"Bedroom?"
"Nah, who needs a bed?" Consider me intrigued. I turn my head to look at him and the wicked smile playing at his lips causes some serious flooding.
With one hand gripping my waist tight to his side, he uses his other to send his books and stuff flying off of my little IKEA table. Before I know it, I'm plopped on top, legs on either side of him.
Lucky enough, my pelvis is now delightfully lined up with his. How lucky, indeed.
Edward quickly rids himself of his t-shirt and I follow suit. Putting his palm against my breastbone, he pushes me so I'm now laying across the table with him between my legs. I stare up at the ceiling as I hear his belt buckle hit the tile floor then he grips my ankles and drags my ass to the end of the table. Those sounds mixed with my audible panting breaths do nothing to calm me and everything to make my situation more dire. He undoes my shorts and drags them off of my legs. My calves now on top of each of his shoulders, raising my head, the look on his face is pure dominance. Nice.
I push myself up on my elbows to enjoy the view as he slides himself inside as far as he can go. Perfection.
Groaning as loudly as my pressed lungs will allow, my body is so full with him. He's leaning over me, his chest against my thighs, pushing me open further. He's over me, around me, inside me. He's everywhere. Everything.
With his eyes fixed to mine, he pulls his length out of me in an achingly slow drag.
"Fuck me." I moan, not even caring that I sound like a two-bit whore. His body stiffens as I feel just the tip inside me. I'm trying so hard to keep my eyes open. I want to see him and feel him take me, but as he pistons his hips into mine, my eyes roll back in complete overwhelming pleasure. He begins a punishing pace with his hips, slamming into me hard and fast.
"Damn right." His voice is strained and hitched, his breathing hard with his shifting body.
This is not sweet and soft like our normal "feel better" romps. Usually, if one of us has a bad day, we're sweet and tender, reminding the other of who we are and what we have. Our touches are soft and his every caress filled with sweetness. He always makes me feel like the entire universe revolves around me.
While I still feel his complete and utter devotion tonight... I also feel a happy throb of pain mixed with pleasure at the hammering right where I want it. A teasing feeling heating me from deep inside confirming that he's in control. That he will always be there, always put me first. And, fuck, does it feel good.
My Peeper is a bit of a jackrabbit.
With every thrust, I climb higher and soon I'm whining and groveling for my release. He assuring me with every mumbled "fuck" and "so good" that he's as close as me to the peak.
"God, so good, so fucking good!" I praise as his cock hits me in just the right spot sending shocks all through out my body. A final "FUCK!" and I'm cumming hard, white flashes in front of my eyes.
After just a few more thrusts Edward joins me, his body falling limp against my legs, pinning my thighs against my chest.
"I can't breath," I whisper-yell, trying my damnedest not to pass out, but also not wanting to actually move. He leans over to the side, placing his arm against the table allowing my legs to drop. Tingling pains pulse across my thighs and calves. Trying to sit up, I get no where until I ask Edward to assist.
"I can't feel my legs," he moans as he helps me sit up on the table and then pulls up a chair. I plop onto his lap and rest my forehead against his. Edward leans his chin up and pushes his lips softly against mine, almost chastely.
"I love you, Edward."
"I love you more."
After a few minutes to catch our breaths we both pull our clothes back on. I'm so glad we did this because not a moment later, Emmett comes busting in asking about how to get steak sauce out of silk. I shake my head and put my hands up, basically giving the big baby over to his brother. He should seriously know better than to try to eat anything while wearing something Rose bought him.
As I walk into the bathroom I hear Emmett ask Edward, "Why'd you move the table against the wall? It looks weird and now you don't have room for everyone."
His reply has me swooning. "Maybe we don't need room for everyone. Maybe we just need room for us."
E/N- D'awww!
Personal opinion… movin' a table across a room via sex- best way to move furniture EVAR! ;) What do you think?
Poor Charlie. His baby girl is a naughty lil' minx.
Quick nerd note- If you've never read up on biochemical engineering, check it out. Not only can they make pee, but now they're making new body parts and stuff. Very cool nerdiness.
Up next, Junior year… and shit gets real y'all! Reviews will get a sneaky peek!
