One Way or Another, I'm Gonna Getcha
Edward had a hard time looking at me for quite awhile after the thong incident. I swear, it is all Alice's fault.
He got his grip back- about a week ago- and decided to subject me to more Alice/wedding torture. Of course that would only happen after a good two hours in his room having a "meeting" about "things".
In other words, by the time we would be done we would both be about half-dressed.
Moving on…..
"Edward, can't I just stay here? I don't want to go plan things with Alice!" I whined, still hot and shiny with sweat from yet another lovely make out session.
I continued to button my shirt as he replied, "No, I know you were planning on letting her do all the work, but you need to have some say. Please, she's been bugging me all week."
Ah, so the ulterior motive has appeared! I looked at his usually clean floor, which was covered by shirts and other paraphernalia.
"Could I at least help you clean, just for a little?" He chuckled, "Anything to avoid the wedding." I smiled. "Yes, anything."
I started picking up laundry and books which had been thrown carelessly to the floor. Then I saw it, a little bottle turned over to I couldn't see the label.
I picked it up and turned it over. The two words on the label caused me to blush 'sensual pleasure' was written gracefully on the front.
"E-Edward…?" I squeaked pitifully, "Wha-what on earth is 'sensual pleasure'?" My voice cracked.
Edward smiled my favorite crooked smile before responding. "Why, its your wedding present or course." An evil glint came into his eyes. "Do you…. Want to try it out?" He asked, voice husky, eye brows raised.
I squealed, falling into his stone arms. My angel kissed my forehead, " I'll take that as a yes."
All I could do was smile stupidly up at him as he opened the bottle….