Author's Notes: Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in...well, forever. I am not going to completely abandon this story. If for nothing else, I'd like to see where it goes for myself. Please review…I'd love to know what you think of the story so far.

Warning: Fluffy Lemony Goodness

Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is the delightful creation of the literary goddess Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended, I just like to borrow Edward from time to time.

Stranger Than FanFiction

Chapter 4: A Descent Proposal

by

J. Cullen

I was full. Edward had made sure of that. After I ate the best dinner I'd ever had, he took me upstairs and gave me a bath. It felt as if I were being worshipped. Edward took his time and washed every nook and cranny. I could feel how much he cared in each touch. He was so tender. Oddly enough, it made me more aware of his strength. He paused in his labor, realizing where my mind had gone and I reassured him with a smile as I looked down at him. He was washing my feet. A line Alice said in the movie came to mind.

"It's ok Edward, you won't hurt me." I teased.

We giggled and he finished bathing me. When he was done, he procured a big fluffy white towel from the linen closet and dried me thoroughly.

It took some convincing, but with reluctance Edward allowed me to dress myself. I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a set of taupe silk boyshorts and a matching lace top.

"That will only get you into trouble again." He warned playfully.

His voice was suddenly only mere breaths from my ear. A cool hand created a blazing path up my left thigh. I swatted at it, careful not to hurt...myself, and gave him a mockery of a scolding.

"Bad vampire."

"Yes. Yes, I am." He stated rather emphatically.

"As much as I'd like to get into more trouble Mr. Cullen, I have work tomorrow."

I spun around and made my way to the bed. He beat me there and spread his length causally and comfortably on the side opposite mine as if he'd been there for hours. As if it had always been his place.

"Mr. Cullen? Are we so formal now?" Edward jokingly inquired while raising a brow.

He teased me with his eyes while surveying my body from head to toe as I sauntered over to my side of the bed.

"Call in." He more than suggested as he leaned toward me slightly.

"I can't. Huge project. And besides, it wouldn't be the wisest choice given my key position as Art Director."

"Ah work, I must say I don't miss it a bit."

"You don't work?"

"No, not at all." He grinned.

"Well, how do people think you make a living?"

"They think I live off my Parents' fortune...which, isn't entirely false."

"Oh, so you play the spoiled rich kid."

"Not exactly...though, I am used to getting what I want..."

As the words left Edward's lips, he made his way over to the edge of the bed on all fours in front of me. His face was a heartbeat away from mine. Our noses slightly touching.

"Edward..." It came out as a hoarse whisper.

"Yes..." He mouthed slowly while lazily focusing on my lips.

His breath, cool and sweet like rich butter toffee or some other confection that I would have died to taste on his lips in that moment, invaded my nostrils and made me feel too light for my feet. My lips parted and my tongue started to plan an escape in search of Edward's mouth. I relished in the temptation longer than I should have, then achingly came to my senses.

"No fair." I declared taking a step back.

"And why would I ever want to be that?" He quipped.

Edward took a deep unneeded breath and settled back into his spot.

"Besides, if I didn't enjoy the game, I'd put an end to it."

He had been unnecessarily fluffing his...my...the pillow behind his head, but after finishing that last statement, he crossed his arms and went still eying me with a cocky assuring look that added an absolute certainty to his words. I promise, at that moment, I clearly heard my heart skip a beat. I swallowed hard.

"And how would you do that?" I asked nervously.

Edward unfolded his arms and placed a hand on the bed as he leaned toward me again.

"I'd slowly torture you until you'd finally give in."

As he uttered the last syllable, my body betrayed me and I felt a tiny bit of warm slick moisture ooze through my lower lips. I was fighting a losing battle, though why I was fighting in the first place had escaped me. Right. Work. Stupid job. Stupid career. Stupid deadlines. Stupid responsibility.

Suddenly, I felt cool hands on my thighs coupled with a devilishly delectable whisper in my ear. Edward had moved faster than a breeze. He stood behind me. Firm and inciting and in full command of all of my senses.

"Jackpot." He cockily declared.

"What are you talking about?" I asked dazedly.

"Don't pretend that didn't happen. That scent is more potent than blood to me." He cooed.

His hands roamed up my thighs and over my abdomen. My head fell back.

"Edward, you just got me all cleaned up...", I could feel the heat rushing to my face.

"I'm sure we have enough water to clean you up again." He joked.

"I have work tomorrow...," I half wined, half pleaded. Neither tone was effective enough to be convincing.

"Yes, you've said that. The quicker we get started..."

He nuzzled my neck and shoulder. Kiss. Kiss.

"...the quicker you can get some sleep."

Kiss. Kiss.

"We both know that's a lie." I quipped.

He toyed with my fingers. "Yes, even human speed is too fast for me when it comes to that."

I inhaled sharply at the comment while Edward's lips smiled against the back of my neck turning the tiny hairs that dwelled there into erect toy soldiers as I felt his arousal press against my bum.

"I could take you. Right here. Right now. In this bed...," He coyly threatened.

The resistance was futile and I knew it. Still, we'd just finished and I had a huge project to present. If I failed to show up on my game, I'd be dead.

"Then die a happy woman." He teased.

"I can't die...I need my job."

"Then at the very least, let me show you how to live..."

"Please...I beg of you...have mercy sir."

"My lady, I must say, this diction becomes you."

My life now closely resembled a romance novel and I was the star. Unfortunately, however, my boss could care less about my picturesque love life. His only concern was that I make our "big-wig" clients happy enough to exhaust their advertising budget with our firm. Hearing a sigh, I paused in my thoughts. Edward was still torturing me with tiny kisses as he spoke.

"Madame, I have a proposal."

"Yes?" My tone was full of eagerness and need.

His breathy chuckle sent quaking chills down my spine and I nearly lost my footing. His body molded to mine and I relaxed into him, listening intently to his proposal.

"I will allow you to focus on your work for the duration of the week. But, every moment that passes after five o'clock p.m. Friday, you will belong to me and I will not release you until Sunday at midnight. "

Edward turned me around to face him.

"Do we have terms?" He asked while piercing my soul with a heated gaze.

"Yes, we have terms."

"Good. Now, to bed with you my little vixen." He ordered with a smack on my silk clad bottom.

We climbed into bed and I curled into him forcing myself to rest. Before long, I was deep in sleep.

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!...SMACK!"

After assaulting the alarm clock, I cautiously opened one eye. Then, I rolled over and pulled the covers above my head.

"Coffee...must have coffee."

I sat up and realized that I was alone in bed. Edward was gone. Again.

"Oh we'll."

I made my way into the kitchen and proceeded to put on a pot of coffee. As I turned to reach for my favorite mug, I discovered a note on the counter:

"My Lady,

Don't forget our arrangement. I will allow you to focus on work for the duration of the week. After that, you are mine.

Yours Truly,

Edward"

Shivers of delight ran up my spine. I couldn't wait to get this week over with. I couldn't imagine what kind of debauchery Edward would cook up. I got excited just thinking about it.

But, that would have to wait...for now, off to work.