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Prompt: false
A/N:Trying to catch up.
After that initial exploration, Edward and I were inseparable. We were hungry for each other all the time but we were still so new to the whole experience that we couldn't bring ourselves to actually talk about it. We just ended up making out until we were quietly and fervently partaking in our pleasure again and again in as many ways as we could manage without ever uttering a word. He would guide my hands and I would wordlessly signal when he did something that made me come alive.
We didn't use words, but we eventually got to the point where we used sound, and then small words like yes and uh-huh and mm-hmm became discernible. More was a favorite, and please entered the picture when Edward felt confident and delayed my gratification.
As we progressed in our familiarity with each other, Edward began coming over when Charlie was gone and my bed became my favorite place for more reasons than simply being the most comforting nest in my house. In my room I got bolder, and one day Edward pulled me on top of him and held my hands away from my chest so he could look at my body. At first I was self-conscious while he pushed up into me, but then something changed and twisted inside of me, and as my desire and arousal took over, I felt Edward's excitement grow as I playacted a vamp.
His eyes widened as I cupped my own breasts and honestly, I had to try not to laugh at first because it felt so false and strange. When I saw the fascination he displayed, I relaxed into the rhythm and we both surrendered to the smoldering sexuality we were gradually growing into.
We lay quietly afterward, Edward twirling my hair and I snuggled against his arm. We held hands and were quiet until I risked it all and said, "I love you, ya know."
"I love you too Bells," he answered simply, and then we fell asleep until my alarm went off at curfew. He slowly dressed and then sat back down on my bed, stroking his fingers softly over my cheek.
"Good night sweet girl," he whispered.
"Good night." I closed my eyes as he left the room and when I heard the click of my door closing, I smiled to myself.