A/N: I hope you all had a safe and fun 4th of July. Here's chapter 3.
Thanks to Kim Ginsberg for editing ;)
And just in case; No copyright infringement intended. Characters owned by S Meyers!
Chapter 3
He walks into her bedroom to see her laying on the bed naked. A cascade of pillows behind her. Long mahogany tresses fanning out, giving her an angelic look. Her chest heaving, nipples puckered and a beautiful blush flowing down to her navel.
He takes a step toward her. Hand on his burgeoning erection. Rubbing up and down to give himself some relief. She spreads her creamy thighs further apart the closer he gets. Her sex is bare and smooth, swollen and wet. Just aching for him to touch, lick, nip and suck. Waiting for him to reach her, she slips her hand down her chest, pinching her nipples hard. She moans at the contact. Needing more, her hand slips through her folds to her clit. Rubbing slow circles with her finger, she writhes under his stare...
I'm pulled out of my writing by the knock at the door. Confusion sets in because it's
7 o'clock on a Friday night. Alice isn't coming over til tomorrow morning, along with her brother and boyfriend. I'm not expecting anyone else.
Getting up from my bed, throwing a robe over my scantily clad body, I rush to the door at the persistent knocking. Looking through the peephole, auburn hair accosts my vision. Edward is at my door. Holy shit! Edward is at my door and I'm in a tight tank top and boy shorts. Well...at least I remembered the robe.
Flinging the door open, Edward looks up. His hand stops mid swipe through his hair. He's dressed in a grey v-neck pullover, white t-shirt underneath, and dark grey slacks. His shoes are a shiny black and once again I'm checking him out. I really need to get a hold of myself. Looking back up at him, I see him looking intently at my robe . Following his gaze, I look down to see that I forgot to tie the damn thing before opening the door. Blushing like crazy, I quickly tie it. Clearing my throat to get Edwards attention. I smile a little, hoping it looks inviting.
"What are you doing here?" I question.
"Well...I...umm...yeah," he stutters out, making me giggle at his awkwardness.
He smiles ruefully at me. Clearing his throat to try again. "I brought you dinner. I didn't know if writers take breaks to eat. Especially the romance kind." Cheeky fucker just winks at me as the blush spreads like wildfire through me. Of course my stomach decides to rumble at that moment. He chuckles. "I'll take that as a no, you don't eat while writing."
Flipping him off, I head to the kitchen. He laughs and follows me after closing the door.
Opening the fridge, I ask him if he wants anything. He asks for a Coke, reaching in to get it, I don't realize my robe has lifted to expose more of my thighs, until I hear his groan. Quickly standing up, I adjust the robe and place his soda in front of him on the counter. Avoiding eye contact and just generally looking at him; I grab plates, silverware, napkins and my water bottle. Walking over to the table I see Chinese take out boxes. I hope he ordered some orange chicken.
Edward comes over to take a seat, but before he does, he starts opening the containers.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything." His voice sounds weird but before I can ask him if he's ok, he continues talking. "There's sweet fire chicken, orange chicken, broccoli beef, beijing beef, fried rice, chow mein, veggie spring rolls and cream cheese rangoons." I look at him like he's nuts.
"There's no way we can even make a dent in all this food!" I exclaim, and then I feel guilty because he did something extremely nice for someone he doesn't know. "Thank you for thinking of me though." I smile bashfully at him.
When he takes his seat, he pushes up the sleeves to his pull over, and thats when I see them. Tattoos. Sexy goddamn tattoos. How did I not see them when he was over earlier this week?
"Can I see?" I blurt out.
Edward looks over at me confused. I point to his arms and the little bit of ink showing. He thinks it over and I can see the war of emotions playing across his face. I decide to let him off the hook, but before I can, he stands and takes off his shirt.
Holy mother of God. The tight white t-shirt he's wearing is doing nothing to cover up the magnificent body underneath it. Muscles. That's all I see. Muscles. Not overly huge, but he definitely works out. Looking down a little I can see a 6 pack. Ugh...that's so sexy.
Shaking my head a little to clear my thoughts, I look up and gasp. His eyes are half lidded as he watches me. Feeling brave, I get up from my seat and go to him. I lift the sleeve on his right arm and laugh a little. He has Tim Burton's characters: Beetlejuice, Edward Scissorhands, Jack and Sally, the Headless Horseman, Victor and Emily from Corpse Bride and the Chesire Cat on it. They're so detailed and colorful I can't help but trace them. Starting from his shoulder which is Scissorhands, to Jack and Sally. I linger there thinking about the love between those two. Hoping I find one just like it one day. Then move onto Beetlejuice.
"What are you thinking?" He whispers hoarsely.
I sigh, "These are beautiful. The detail is amazing," I tell him sincerely. Continuing my tracing of Victor and Emily, I voice my thoughts out loud. "I want a love like Jack and Sally's. Someone that will consume me, and me them." I blush not meaning to tell him all that.
Getting the attention off of what I just admitted, I ask, "Why did you get these?" I continue tracing the Headless Horseman, and end with the cat that covers a little above and below his elbow.
"They're great movies, and my personal favorites," he smiles.
Giggling at the happy look on his face, I walk over to his left side. Lifting the sleeve again, I get a glimpse of an hourglass with a roman numeral clock , when all of a sudden his hand comes over mine, lowering the shirt.
I startle, confused as to why he would do that, but looking up at his face it's no longer happy, in its place is a dark, almost angry expression. Backing up a little bit, I wait for him to explain, but all he says quietly is, "please don't ask, I don't like to talk about it. "
Nodding, I walk back over to my chair and start to eat.
After eating in silence for a couple minutes, he sighs. "I'll explain it one day, just please give me time." A small smile on his face and a hopeful look in his eyes. There's no way I can deny him that.
"No problem, take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere, plus your sister will be here tomorrow. It's a little too late for that." I wink and revel in his laughter. Happy that I could put that serene look back on his face.
Later that night as I'm laying in bed. I think back over the day. Edward is definitely a mystery, and maybe...just maybe, it'll be worth it to figure him out.
Oh...and I want to thank everyone that has commented on my story, I love reading all of them. Thanks again for reading and loving/liking this! You are much appreciated.
Amanda
