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A/N: You guys are ready for them to get a little busy, huh? LOL. Now where would the story go if that happened right off the bat? Trust me...
I wake up on the couch and feel a heavy presence on my chest. Without opening my eyes, I reach down and touch whatever it is.
It's silky and soft and I know immediately what it is. It's what I've imagined wrapped around my hand countless times as the head underneath it bobs up and down.
I open my eyes and smile down at Bella. Her eyes are closed and she's snoring slightly. Her mouth is open a little and I notice a small amount of drool on my chest.
She's still just as beautiful as ever though. I let my eyes run down her body and notice that I can see a little more skin then I had the night before. As Bella twisted and turned and made herself comfortable during the night, her shirt had risen a little. I could now see a couple of inches of pale skin between the shirt and waist band of her pants.
That little bit of skin made my mind go in to overdrive, conjuring up fantasies of how exactly Bella and I could spend our Saturday. The one that was taking up the majority of my thoughts involved very little clothing.
I'd strip both Bella and I completely naked and lead us to the bedroom. There, I would proceed to fuck her until neither one of us could walk or talk.
We'd be interrupted by a knock at the door. I'd answer it with just a sheet wrapped around my waist. It would be my landlord telling me I was evicted. Bella and I had made too much noise and my whole floor had complained. It would be so fucking awesome.
I'm jarred out of my fantasies by Bella making a slight moaning sound. It, along with my little fantasy has caused a not quite so little problem in my lap region. Bella's hand drops from my chest to right on top of my dick.
I jump slightly and in the process wake her up. She lifts the hand from my lap to rub her eyes and both me and my dick want to weep.
"Oh God, Edward. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you last night. I must have been more tired than I thought I was," she says as she stands up. She raises her hands above her head as she stretches and I am rewarded with a little more skin along her flat stomach.
"It's no problem," I tell her as I stand up beside her. I hate this awkwardness that seems to have developed since she woke up.
"So, what are your plans for the night?" she asks me. I shrug my shoulders because I'm honestly not sure exactly what I plan to do tonight. Like I said, that was usually Victoria's area of expertise.
"Well, I've got an idea. Come by and pick me up at eight o'clock. We'll do something together," she says, before grabbing her things and walking out the door of my apartment.
Why can't I help but think that Bella's idea of doing something together is completely different from mine?
