The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #1
Pen Name: rubyblue9696
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella
Rating: M
Word Count: 500
Prompts: thetwilight25 dot com/round-eight/prompts
"Sweetheart! Guess who took time sending us a postcard from Nevada?"
Serious eye roll, "So that's where she is, huh?"
Bella leans over her husband's back, pressing against him and waiving the postcard in front of his face, "Well, she was there three days ago, anyway. And, my mother's afghan is still in one piece, apparently." She kisses his neck.
Closing his laptop, Edward adjusts his glasses and grabs for the postcard, reading quietly while Bella gives him kisses along his neck, humming and licking as she goes. Then his eyebrows shoot up, morphing into a scowl. "Jason? Who the fuck is Jason?"
Bella smirks, knowing exactly the reaction Edward would have to that piece of information. "Seems our daughter has met a boy on the road. He's coming to meet us." Another kiss. Edward tries to shrug her off his neck. She doesn't budge.
"Yeah, well…Lizzy better not be shacking up with this Jason boy." His hands are shaking, he's beginning to get angry.
Bella hugs him tighter, then grabs the postcard away, tossing it onto the kitchen table and moving around to straddle her husband where he sits sulking on the bench seat. She places both hands on his cheeks, and whispers sweet, "Remember when I started shacking up with you?" Intense green eyes lock on pretty brown as she scoots her hips forward and grinds against his now-rising erection.
He tries not to smile and groan. He fails miserably at both.
Soft feminine lips press, kissing slow and long to his, then she whispers again, eyes dancing, "Remember my dad giving you such a hard time…that night at dinner before we drove to Galveston for the weekend?"
"I do, but you were twenty-three…not nineteen. I still don't know why we let her-" The still-so-fucking-beautiful love of his life cuts him off quick, kissing him open-mouthed this time, hands in his hair pulling, her tongue sliding in to find his and stroke. He is helpless, his large strong hands grip her hips tight, pulling her closer. Low groan into her mouth, he slides those hands around to her ass, gripping and squeezing her fleshy curves through the terrycloth of her sweat pants, his hips shifting reflexively up into hers.
Their kiss breaks and he breathes out shaky, forehead to forehead, "You're distracting me aren't you?"
"Is it working?" She sucks on his swollen bottom lip.
"Fuck, baby," he grinds her over his hard cock. "You tell me…"
Soft moan, "Mmm, it's definitely working…"
One hand leaves her ass, finding and squeezing her full bare breast under her tank. It's practically a growl when he speaks next. "You know I'm gonna give that boy a hard time just like Charlie did to me, don't you?"
"Oh, I know. That's why I already hid your fake shotgun."
He pinches her tight nipple. She shrieks, "Edward!"
The next thing Bella knows, she's flat on her back across their clean kitchen table…and her sexy annoyed husband is being really...hard...on her.
a/n …ehem…because I need to…#2, #3, #4, #5, #7, #8, #11, #12, #14, #15, #17, #18, #19, #21, #22, #23, #24…*smiles*…
xxx jess
