Woooo! I'm slightly still drunk after tonight's shenanigans but this was written earlier in the day, so you're all safe!


Her

There comes a moment in every girl's life where they have to make a choice between really bad decisions or regret. I've already had many of those moments. Some of those bad decisions turned out for the better. Some did not. But the regret, that feeling of failure, of what if, of could it have been great...that's worse.

So what do I do? I drop to my knees, crawl up Edward's legs, looking at him through my eyelashes, passing that tent until my face is parallel with his. That moment he realizes that we're going to get it on is priceless. His entire face lights up. His smile so wide. The green in his eyes practically glowing in the dark.

"We doing this?" he asks, his hands grabbing my hips as if afraid I'm going to pull away.

"Yeah."

"Thank fuck," is whispered against my face as he pulls me down to kiss him. There's a second where we have to maneuver around noses and teeth, and then it's all perfect.

Perfect as in his lips pressed against mine, parting just enough to slip tongues through, to feel that first tentative touch of warmth, wetness. Searching harder, pushing forward, and then I'm not sure who invades whose mouth first. And then his arms are wrapped around me, holding me close, rolling us over until I'm pressed into the dead grass and he's above me, laying his body on top of mine.

I surrender to his attack, taking him in deeper, letting him control the way my head moves, the way our tongues dance, the way our bodies thrust against each other. His lips, so soft and wet against mine, send chills down my body that not even the warmth from our heated skin can keep me safe from the cool night air.

"Fuck, baby," he whispers when he pulls away, taking in deep breaths of air as if it's his last salvation.

A lock of auburn fall across his face, hiding one of those perfect green eyes from me. I brush it back, burying my fingers in his strands, running them from the top of his head, down to the nape of his neck, pulling, tugging, needing more.

"Come here, boy," I whisper against his lips, that green color so close, staring down into my eyes. "Kiss me again."

He groans, so deep in his throat that his entire body vibrates against mine, thrusting against mine. And then he's there. All open mouth, swirling tongue, pushing, pushing, desperate kiss. And the passion pouring from him and into me, makes me wrap my legs around his waist, sliding my hands down his back, gripping his ass, wanting him closer.

I know there are people so close, just on the other side of the dead roses, peeking through the crumbling stems, but I can't help the way my breaths call to him, so loud in the night, whispering for more. His hands find the hem of shirt, sliding against my skin as his lips slide from mine to my chin and down my neck.

And when his hands cover my tits, feeling them thrust against his tender hold, he whispers against my flesh, "I'll never get enough of this."

"Me neither."

He rises to his knees, bending his body so that his kisses find their way to my tummy, licking and sucking, creating their own wake of goose bumps. "I want you so bad. I want to stay like this forever."

I chuckle at the words so ingrained into his mind. I'm not stupid. He probably doesn't even realize they're coming out, so intent on getting laid, but they are nice to hear. "Tell me more, boy."

Those lips travel higher, pushing my shirt up with them, revealing more and more flesh to the night air until the cotton is up and over my head, flung into the darkness. "You're so beautiful. So sexy. I could kiss you all night."

I chuckle and then moan when his quick fingers pull down my bra, giving way to his lips, feeling that swirling tongue over my nipple. His hands meet behind me, lifting my tits further into the air, undoing the hooks, letting the straps fall, leaving me so unprotected against those raging lips.

And even though the party is winding down and the crowds on the street have grown and I know that one glance over from one unsuspecting patron can blow our entire cover, I'm loving every moment.

Boy has got one thing right. I could kiss him forever too.