Disclaimer: (I keep forgetting these! Gonna end up in trouble one of these days. ) I don't own Twilight, Edward, Bella, or the brick wall.
PTB SmutU Assignment: Prelude to a kiss. We were to write a kiss in 500 words – the beginning, middle and end of the kiss. Now, in the course of the lesson, Plummy said the 500 words was more of an "at least" deal and we could write more. This was a really great lesson, with lotsa prompts and insights in how to make a complete image/concept for the writer to work with. Thoroughly enjoyed it...so much so, I ended up writing a whole scene that sorta took over from the assignment and morphed into a scene that will eventually be in FotW. I felt like it didn't really fit the assignment any longer.
Below is a kiss for the homework, though reading it over again now, I think I missed including the end. But I am soooo behind (as usual!) with the assignments and FotW, that I just have to move on. Posting this as Part 1 and then the scene I ended up writing based on Plummy's lesson as Part 2 simply because I want to share it and how much I appreciated the lesson and where it took me in my writing. So, thank you very much, Plummy, for a great lesson!
"Admit it, you had a good time."
Bella's lips tilted a little at the corner, but she didn't look up. I felt like she hid from me, shielding her thoughts, her secrets, even as she hid behind the gorgeous fall of her hair.
"It's true."
Her answer gave me a rush. I was used to girls and their teasing ways. Saying one thing, meaning something else. They'd do or say whatever they thought would get attention. Sometimes it worked. Most of the time it just amused or exasperated me.
But I was slowly learning Bella Swan and while she didn't often reveal what she was actually thinking, I sensed she wasn't being mysterious for my sake. I propped my hand high on the brick wall behind her. We'd stopped at the entrance to her dorm and I knew better than to expect an invitation up. But my position brought me into closer proximity to her, something she couldn't avoid without being obvious about it. A hazy glow of twilight shrouded the campus, the hour still early enough for plenty of people to be passing by.
"You're a tough sell." I tipped her face up by curling my finger beneath her chin and searched her expression. Twin blazes of pink highlighted her cheeks. I remembered the first time I'd ever really noticed her, a week ago in study group. Remembered thinking her plain. I smoothed the back of my fingers over the bright color high on her cheeks. She blinked her pretty eyes up at me, waiting, curious. It was the curiosity that always seemed to glow in her eyes that entranced me. The moment dragged out, but he was in no way ready to relinquish her company.
"I'm going to kiss you, Bella."
My fingers turned against the smooth skin of her face. I felt as well as heard her little hitched breath. She still held her battered messenger bag, her fingers clenched around the strap in a death grip. But I'd learned her well enough to know that if she didn't want my kiss, she would have whirled around and fled into the safety of her dorm. But she stood before me still. Her dark eyes sucking me in. Her little pink tongue flicked out and over her lower lip and, fuck, I suddenly struggled to inhale a deep breath.
She must have sensed the shift in my demeanor. Her eyes fixed on mine and I read the intelligence, the challenge, as clearly as if she'd spoken. She tilted her head to the side, nuzzling her cheek against my hand. Her whisper skated over my skin like a silken invitation. "I think I'll kiss you back."
Keeping my hand braced high on the immovable brick, the contact somehow necessary to keep me grounded, I cupped her cheek, my thumb beneath her chin, tilting her expressive face up to my lips.
I pressed a soft, closed-mouth kiss to one corner of her lips, then dragged my nose along her cheek until my breath fanned the little wisps of hair around her ear. "Oh, you'll kiss me back, Bella."
She shifted, a little buckle forward and I wondered if her knees had given out. Before the cocky thought fully formed, she'd fisted her hands in my shirt at my sides and tugged me closer even as she took a single step back into the brick side of the building. "Make it worth my while, player."
I grinned, loving the challenge in her words, the teasing. Heart pounding, my hand snaked into the hair at the back of her head and I held her where I wanted her. My eyes searched her face again, seeing only interest, desire and that seductive curiosity shining up at me. She smiled then, flattening her hands on me, sliding them around to my back.
"Not going to be a problem, Derby Girl." I'd never wanted to kiss a woman more in my life. For half a beat, it occurred to me that I really didn't have as much experience with kissing as she might expect. In the past, kisses had been like tolls. Something paid to be allowed further access, quickly dispensed with before moving on to the good stuff. Tonight, standing against Bella...I wanted to my mouth on hers, I wanted to inhale her every breath, taste her every thought. I wanted to kiss the hell out of her, until I was her every thought.
My mouth descended and she moved onto her tiptoes to meet me halfway. My lips parted automatically, better to take more of her in. I sucked in her upper lip, inhaling her little moan of surprise as my due. She tasted of chocolate and milky-sweet coffee and I delved deeper into her mouth, determined to lap up every bit of the flavor. Angling my head to better cover her lips, I explored and teased and enticed. My cock, always on edge in Bella's presence, punched against my jeans and I knew she could feel it. I wanted her to feel it, know that I wanted to fuck her even as I kissed her.
But not tonight. Not right now.
Right now, I wanted nothing more than for this kiss to last forever.
Tomorrow, I would freak the shit out about how much I wanted this kiss. About how it was the most intense, arousing kiss I'd ever had.
But tonight I tightened my fist in her hair, conscious of her contouring her slim shape against me. Of her hands pressing hard into my back, holding me close. As if I wanted to escape this kiss? No fucking way.
Our lips parted for an instant and I sucked in a breath. Her hair smelled so fucking good. My lips coasted over her cheeks, up to her temple and I inhaled deeply. She smelled fresh, sweet, lush. I didn't recognize the scent, but knew I'd know it from now on as hers, only hers.
Her lips moved against the edge of my jaw, soft little kisses that beckoned my lips back to hers. Hovering just over hers, I spoke, my lips brushing hers with my words. "I'm gonna need more of these, now."
She pressed forward this time, initiating the kiss. She flicked her tongue against my lower lip before sliding against my own, hot, wet, slick. I think I growled. I know I hauled her up, my thigh moving between hers, her breasts deliciously crushed into my chest.
"Fuck's sake, take it up stairs."
The harsh, laughing words doused me in ice water. I'd forgotten where we were, that it wasn't even dark, that we could be seen by everyone entering and leaving her dorm. I'd never cared before, and didn't really care about an audience now. But the simple fact that kissing Bella had blanked everything else out – that scared the shit out of me.