If heaven's grief brings hell's rain
Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
Oh, I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way
Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
Edward had never imagined that he would need to stay in a crappy motel room, ten minutes from his home, alone, no less. What was he thinking? He didn't even know if she was still in New York. Hell, he didn't even know if she had gone to New York in the first place. That was her plan, but, as Edward knew painfully well, plans didn't always work out how you hoped they would.
He'd spent the whole day, mooching off of the free Wi-Fi in Starbucks, trying to find a flight to the Big Apple. When he learned that the next available flight was in three days, he groaned. He didn't want to be stuck in Seattle; he wanted to go find her. He needed her.
When he arrived back at his motel room, filled with shitty fast food and loneliness, he was surprised to find that he was not alone. There was a woman there, her long mahogany hair swaying as she muttered adamantly to herself. Her hands fumbled with a key, a take-out bag balanced on one arm.
After jiggling the key in the lock one more time, she gave up, resigned to sleeping outside for the night. Edward chose the moment to speak up, and explain to the woman how this was in fact his room.
"Um, excuse me, I think you have the wrong room."
Bella stilled for a moment, wondering briefly if the drowsiness was making her hallucinate. After all, the voice of the man behind her was soft, velvety, musical. It was everything she remembered his voice to be. She'd replayed the things he'd said to her, beautiful things, declarations of love, but never once had she gotten this close to the perfection of the sound.
She turned slowly, unsure of the vision she'd be met with. It was as if time had stopped, for the both of them. Green met brown. Crisp emeralds met sweet chocolate. It was a dream, Bella decided. She was so drowsy she didn't even remember falling asleep. Still, even her dreams were not as realistic as this. His hair was just as messy, if not more so. His eyes held a passion in them that she had not seen for a long time. He looked just as he did five years ago, sitting in the sunlight with her as she broke his heart.
Edward was the first to move. That beautiful face could only belong to one person, and he would fall over dead before he let her slip through his fingers again. One arm wrapped around her slender waist, the other, losing itself in her hair. God, he'd missed this. She froze at first, her mind drawing a blank. When at last she thawed, her lips were on his. In an instant, she had thrown caution to the wind. She didn't care about tomorrow, only this moment, right here, right now.
Edward responded in kind, his tongue, forming a delicate dance with hers. Somehow, while they were so lost in each other, he managed to slip his key from his pocket, and the two of them fell into his room. When at last they realized their need for air, their mouths parted, eyes drinking in each and every sweaty detail of the other.
"What are you doing here?" Edward asked, his voice low and sultry.
Bella's fingers traced the lines of his face absently, snagging on the pain she found there. "I'm an idiot," She muttered to herself, unaware that Edward had heard her.
"We were both being stupid," Edward amended.
"I left you!" she exploded angrily, not sure why he was calling himself stupid.
"I didn't follow you," He responded, trailing his knuckles down her soft cheek.
"So what now?" She asked wearily.
"I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth if you'll let me."
It was then, that Bella realized something that she hadn't even dared to hope since she began her escapade across the country. Could it at all be possible, she knew for a fact that it was not plausible, that he felt the same way she did? His soft eyes and heated kiss affirmed it, and for the first time in five years, she decided to entertain the notion that she had not ruined her life the summer after senior year.
"You still love me!" Bella exclaimed gleefully.
"I still love you."
"But," Bella started, and Edward's heart jumped into his throat. "Can you forgive me?"
Instead of answering right away, Edward's lips skimmed down her neck, to kiss at the base of her throat. "I could see the pain in your eyes that day," he breathed against her, trying in vain to commit her scent, the soft feel of her skin, to memory. "You didn't want to go. You were unhappy here. You were right," He paused to taste her neck, his tongue darting out tentatively. "It was your only chance. Working at that crummy diner wasn't going to get you anywhere."
"I don't understand you sometimes," she muttered, her fingers tugging on his hair.
"You can't just stop loving someone," he whispered against her skin. "It doesn't work that way."
As he pulled her shirt over her head, Bella knew that he was right; she would never be able to love another.
That was her last coherent thought of the night.
Edward's long fingers, the fingers of a pianist, Bella remembered, traced the edges of her bra wantonly. When he looked up to her with the question in his eyes, she nodded, and suddenly, the offending undergarment was lost in their passion. Edward gently palmed her breast, pulling at her steadily hardening nipples. His hot mouth began at her collar bone, and trailed down, over the soft mound, to take her nipple into his mouth.
When she moaned, he moved to the other one, beginning the process again.
Her hands finally woke up, moving to trace along the sinewy muscles of his back. Without a second thought, she moved him away from her, just long enough to remove his tee shirt. When his lips were on her again, her hands were tracing the muscles of his chest and abs; she marveled at his hard muscles, and the way they felt pressing down onto her.
His kisses grew fierce and frantic as his hand trailed down her abdomen, leaving a blazing trail of desire in his wake. When her pants were gone, his fingers slid over her dampened underwear. She was in heaven; she could die right now and be happy with it. Well, maybe not right now. Perhaps in a couple of hours.
He moaned into her neck as his hand moved back and forth, up and down, massaging her core through the thin fabric of her panties. "So wet for me," he moaned, moving the cotton to the side. He started by simply rubbing the sensitive nub above her opening, until she began to writhe beneath him. Before she had a chance to catch her bearings, the onslaught of sensations continued with the introduction of his index finger and her core.
He slid it in and out slowly, sensually, at first, before picking up speed. When a moderate pace had been set, he added another finger, and then another, until she was full with him. Within moments, she was back to that writhing puddle of goo that she had been previously. She could feel her orgasm begin to wash over her.
"Stop," she commanded suddenly, and he froze, wondering if he had hurt her, or if, God forbid, she was regretting this. Only, when he looked to her face, he could see that her eyes were burning with want for him. "I want, no, no I need you to be inside of me now," she whimpered. "It's been too long."
Her shaking hands made quick work of the button on his jeans. After only a moment, she held his throbbing member in her hand. It was a wonder he didn't lose his shit right then and there. Her tiny fingers slid up and down him, eliciting a very unmanly sound from his lips.
"Bella!" he groaned, unable to take this taunting anymore. Her hand fell away from him, only to be replaced by her warm center. They hadn't been joined like this since high school, and she craved the feelings it brought about inside of her.
He pushed inside of her forcefully, but she didn't seem to mind. Again, they started slowly, gently. It was a world away from how he used to spend his nights with Tanya. Most nights, they didn't do anything, and, when they did, Tanya insisted it be rough and hard. She liked it that way.
Bella surprised him, lifting up to meet is thrust, setting a much faster pace. When his fingers found her clit again, she was having trouble controlling herself. Moments later, she moaned and fell over the edge of her high, pulling him with her.
They lay there together, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Eventually, their breathing slowed, and Edward pulled her close to him. They fell asleep that way, a naked puddle of passion and love.
A/N- And there you have it, my first official lemon. Tell me what you think. I'm sorry this chapter was a little late, but I hope my little smut- fest made up for it.
-S.