The Twilight Twenty-Five
thetwilight25 dot com
Prompt: #13
Pen Name: luluvee
Pairing/Character(s): Bella, Carlisle
Rating: M
Word Count: 461
Photo prompts can be found here:
thetwilight25 dot com/round-eight/prompts
Is he gone?
I bite my lip as I read the text, tugging the hem of your sweater down my legs so that the wool is stretched over my knees. The sky-blue knit still smells like you from when you left it in my bedroom two weeks ago. Edward asked where I had gotten it from when he found it and I lied, accusing him of never wearing the clothes I pick out for him.
He bought me diamond earrings and asked for forgiveness
Yes, I text you back simply, the single word twisting the invisible knife in my gut a little more, but not enough to make me change my mind.
I'll be there in 5 mins.
Jumping off the bed, I scan the bedroom, wondering if I should put away or hide whatever remnants of Edward that are most obvious. I know that you prefer if I don't, loving that we fuck and make love amidst the props that make up the sham that is my marriage.
The only things I move are the wedding portrait from my vanity and the wedding set from my finger that are engraved Edward & Bella.
I hear the alarm beep downstairs as the front door opens and closes. I listen as you make your way through the house; with each footstep I hear my heart beats faster. When I hear you start to climb the stairs can't wait any longer and I walk to meet you at the bedroom door, wearing nothing but your sky-blue knit sweater.
The relief I feel when I see your blonde head is instantaneous and I cant help but breathe out your name. "Carlisle."
"Bella." The way you say my name makes my heart burst and ache all at once because you say it like an oath, a prayer. The way you say my name makes me feel beautiful.
I think you really do like to see me in your sweater because I can't get another word out as you lift me up and crash your lips to mine. My fingers find purchase in your blonde, blonde hair as your hands tighten around the pale skin of my thighs.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," you breathe into my skin when we pull apart, in need of air. You nip at my skin and rasp your stubble strewn cheeks against the softness of my own, no doubt leaving the evidence of stubble burn in your wake.
"Carlisle," I sigh, pushing against you and feeling just how much you want me. Your erection is trapped between us in the perfect spot and I writhe against you, chasing my pleasure. Your heavy, deep grunts spur me on and I come apart in your arms with your name on my lips once again.
