No time today, I really wanted this to be better. But that's what WitFit is all about, right? Writing everyday to get your wit—fit. Like I said in Ch1, I want this to be the same characters/storyline, but there's no way this can be in order. So I'd say this takes place a couple of months after Ch1.


Penname: Kassiah
Original or Derivative (fanfiction): DERIVATIVE
Rating: M
Genre: AH - Family/Romance
Warning(s)/Note(s): Still unedited. Really.
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Word Prompt: Hunger


The small sliver of skin that was exposed when she leaned up on her tiptoes to grab a plate was driving me wild. She obviously knew the effect she was having on me. Otherwise, why would she be taking so long? Why wouldn't she just let me get the dishes down for her?

Oh, that's right. Because she was trying to drive me fucking insane.

I wanted her. And she knew it.

Bella wanted to eat in tonight instead of going out. I was slightly disappointed since both of the kids weren't going to be with us, affording us the rare opportunity to go to a nice place. Alone.

As she returned to stirring the sauce, she asked me to grab the salad she'd already made from the fridge. I allowed the cold air from the refrigerator to calm me down slightly as I thought back to how our change in plans had occurred.

Flowers in hand and ready to take her out and show her off, I arrived about fifteen minutes earlier than she expected me, but she didn't seem to mind. She showed me that by grabbing me by the lapels of my jacket and pushing me back into the door the moment she shut it behind me. Her lips and teeth and mouth were hot and everywhere.

Fuck.

I wanted her.

Running her tongue along the shell of my ear and gently nipping at my lobe before pushing my jacket down my arms, she leaned further into me, grinding and right there and whispering, "Are you hungry, Edward?"

Biting back a growl, I grabbed her hips, my hands slipping under the thin material of her top and lightly rubbing her soft skin. She gasped as I pulled her almost roughly toward me, showing her just how hungry I was.

I wanted her.

Bella pushed on my shoulders and stepped back, pulling me toward the kitchen by my tie, slowing down every few steps to kiss my lips or my neck or my earlobe. "I thought we'd stay in tonight, Edward," she murmured, her voice coy and her eyes alight with something. She smelled amazing and looked even better. I loved when she was so carefree and playful like this.

"Bella," I groaned, "don't you want to go out? It'll be our first night alone in almost a month. I made reservations, baby."

She stopped and looked me straight in the eye. "I know it's our first night alone in awhile. That's why we're staying in," she looked at me significantly before telling me about making dinner.

Yesssss.

Jesusfuck.

I wanted her.

Food could wait.

The clanking of the silverware on the island brought me out of my musings. Thirty minutes had passed since I walked in Bella's house. Thirty minutes of making out like teenagers sporadically while she finished cooking our meal. Every time I grabbed for her or started kissing the smooth skin on the column of her neck or tried to touch her in any way, really, she just smacked my hand away and admonished me, "Aren't you hungry, Edward?"

Yeah. I was hungry. And it wasn't for chicken alfredo.

I wanted her.

And I wasn't waiting any longer.

Stalking over to her, I ran my finger along the skin that was continuously exposed before flattening my palm and running my hand up her shirt. The moan that echoed through the room when I passed my thumb over her quickly-hardening nipple incited something primal in me.

Suddenly, I was ravenous.

I wanted her.

Pulling her body tightly against mine and ghosting my lips down her neck and across her shoulder, I reached over to the turn the burners of the stove off. She started to protest before I trailed one of my hands across her flat stomach and slipped my fingers into the waistband of her pants. Bella hummed and started moving her ass against my cock. She let out a gasp as I turned her around and picked her up, prompting her to wrap her legs around my waist.

Holding onto her, I started walking, my mouth never leaving her skin as she continued to move up and down, seeking friction. When Bella realized that I was headed for the stairs, she pulled back, her gaze intense.

"Edward, what are you—"

Continuing my path to the stairs, I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. "Baby," I uttered against her lips, resting my forehead against hers for a moment to catch a much needed breath and shrugging my shoulders, "I'm hungry."