Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight, I own way too many coffee mugs for my own good.
Thanks to MeteorOnAMoonlessNight for being my beta, and giving me her opinion when I need it!
A/N: Well, I decided to post this early because I'm having a crappy Friday and I thought it would be a bit of a 'pick me up' to share something that I love doing. If one of you are having a bad day as well, I hope this brightens it a bit! I'll still post on Monday.
-SMT-
We had spent way more time and money in Target than I thought we would, but wasn't that how it always happened? Edward's costume was easy; it didn't really require any actual 'Halloween' supplies. He just needed a white shirt and 3 large black paper circles attached to it and he was done. Mine was just a little bit harder since it was so close to Halloween, but I was finally able to find a pair of black cat ears, a black skirt which was shorter than I wanted, but would have to do, and a black sweater. I hadn't dressed up for Halloween in years, but now I was really getting excited for it. I loved that Edward had this idea, and that it was something we could share together.
By the time we were finished at Target it was way past dinnertime and Riley was in the back of Edward's car chanting, "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!" over and over until I finally gave in, and we stopped to pick up a pizza. It was too late to go back home and cook anyway, so we headed over to Edward's.
We were just finishing up dinner when Edward turned to me, taking a deep breath before starting. "So, it's... it's late, Bella, and I was wondering if you... if you'd want to stay over? I have the spare bedroom for Riley... and I don't know it if this is too forward, but, I... I'd like to sleep with you. Sleep next to you, I mean, not—" He was turning all different shades of red; I was almost slightly concerned for his health, but I couldn't help the laugh that burst out of me.
"Edward, I think that sounds wonderful, plus I haven't slept in an actual bed in months! I have a pair of sweats in my bag for Riley in case of an accident, so he's all set pajama-wise. So yes, we'll stay with you tonight." I walked over to him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. "But, I'll need to borrow a t-shirt and some boxers from you, if you don't mind?"
He shook his head. "I'm not sure that there is anything that I would mind less than you in my clothes, Bella," he whispered against my lips.
-SMT-
It took longer than normal for Riley to fall asleep, so when I finally came out of the room, I just headed straight into Edward's.
I walked in to find Edward laying on the bed, propped up by a few pillows. I had to wonder how anyone could make a pair of green plaid pajama bottoms and a grey tank look so good. Then there was his hair; it was in every direction like he had already slept on it, and honestly, I just wanted to run my fingers through it, maybe pull on it a little.
He looked over at me. "Did he have any problems going to sleep?"
"Not really any problems, it just took him a little longer to settle, different room and all." I shrugged.
Edward nodded. "So... I put one of my t-shirts and a pair of boxers in the bathroom for you…" I could feel the tension just pouring off of him, making me curious about what was going on inside of his head right then.
"Is everything okay, Edward? You seem a little nervous," I asked.
"Yeah... I was just wanting to talk about something with you tonight…" he said, trailing off.
"Let me go get changed so I can come lay with you, and we'll talk, okay?" He was wanting to talk. I didn't think he'd ask us to spend the night if he wanted to stop seeing me...
He nodded again and I made my way into the bathroom, finding the clothes that Edward had laid out for me, and quickly changing. For a second I considered leaving my bra on, but quickly decided against it. I'd been in the damn thing all day and I had to get out of it.
I turned to leave, catching my reflection in the mirror. I stood there for a moment, looking back at myself. It wasn't long ago that when I looked in a mirror, it was like I saw someone staring back that I hardly recognized. I still didn't really know the woman who was staring back at me, but I felt like I was getting closer to her each day. I knew I still had so many mountains to climb, and valleys to walk through, but maybe, just maybe I had a fighting chance to reach my destination now.
-SMT-
I made my way over to the bed, climbing in next to him. It had been so long since I had slept in an actual bed, and even longer since I had slept in a bed with a man. Even before we had gotten divorced, during the last year of our marriage James had taken to sleeping on the couch most nights. Edward had been open earlier about wanting to sleep next to me, and such a small gesture had so much meaning to me. He wanted to be near me. He didn't find me annoying, or broken. I had some form of worth to him. Still, I couldn't help but be nervous that he was wanting to 'talk'.
I looked over at Edward to find him staring at me. "So... what's going on?" I asked him, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.
He let out a deep breath. "Okay, it's just... I know I said we'd go slow, Bella, and if that's what you still want, we will, but honestly, I feel so much for you, and for Riley. I know we haven't known each other long, but I want to spend more time with you. I want to find out all of the things you love, and everything you hate. I want to know what goes on inside of that beautiful head of yours. I want to know your greatest fears, and your biggest dreams."
I breathed a sigh of relief. I should have known not to worry. Now after a speech like that, all I want is to be near him, to feel him. I leaned my head against his chest, taking a deep breath, inhaling him. "I want that, too," I breathed out.
He wrapped his arms around me, placing a kiss on the top of my head. "I want you here, as often as possible. I know that with Riley you can't stay every night, even if you could, that might be too fast. But I'd love if we could try and have dinner together, all of us, a few nights a week and sometimes maybe you'd stay?"
I nodded against his chest. "I really like that idea. When you said, 'We'll go pick up Riley', this afternoon, It had me thinking that I wanted more with you, too. I liked feeling like an 'us'."
"I like feeling like an 'us', too," he whispered into my hair.
I smiled, placing a kiss on his chest. "What if I said I had an idea to help us learn a few more things about each other?"
"What? Did you want to play twenty questions or something?" he teased, causing me to flush.
"Uh... actually, that's exactly what I was going to suggest," I said quietly.
He chuckled, squeezing me tightly to him. "Honestly, it's a great idea, I was just picking on you, baby. Let's play. You go first."
I wiggled out of his arms, sitting up so that I could see his face while we asked each other questions. "Okay, I've got one. When was your first kiss?"
"I was 14, I was on my first date with a girl named Kate. We went to the movies to see Varsity Blues. I remember it was rated R, so my dad actually had to come in and buy the tickets for us. It was at the end of the night, and my dad made me walk her to the door, so before she went in, she pecked me on the lips really quick and ran. Okay, my turn. Same question."
"That's not fair! You need to ask a different question!" I really, really, didn't want to share my first kiss.
"Everything is fair in twenty questions. We didn't say I couldn't ask the same question." He smirked.
"Fine. I was uh... 17, and it was terrible. We had been friends for a long time, but one day he asked me out on a date. I figured it couldn't hurt, I mean, he was pretty cute." I shrugged. "So he took me to dinner, then we went bowling. At the end of the night, we were sitting in his car, and he asked if he could kiss me. So I told him yes, and it was disgusting. He slobbered on me so much I actually had to wipe my mouth off with my sleeve." I looked over at Edward, and I could see how hard he was trying not to laugh. "It's not funny! It was so gross!" I pouted.
It was at that point that Edward actually burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, Bella, but the look on your face…"
I glared at him.
"Uh... it's uh, your turn," he said, being the smart man he is and realizing he should shut it.
We went back and forth for a while and in the short time we played I've learned small things about him, like that he hated cauliflower with a passion, and that he had a collection of mugs that say '#1 Principal' from different students. I also learned one huge thing. When I asked him to tell me a secret no one knew, he admitted to me that he had been in therapy up until a few years ago because he was suffering from anxiety. He never told his parents or his sister, because he didn't want to worry them.
The fact that he had been through that, and felt he could share it with me, meant more than he would ever know. I felt even more at ease with him, knowing that since he had gone through that, he might understand me more because of it. I knew when the time came, and I felt like I was ready, he would listen and he would be able to empathize.
-SMT-
It was after midnight by the time we finally called it quits on the questions. I was not sure exactly what to do in that situation. Was he a cuddler when he slept? Or did we just roll over and go to bed? How were we going to do this? Before I could say anything, he pulled me over to him, hugging me tightly. I couldn't help but smile; I guess that answered my question. I craned my neck, offering him my lips, which he took as he kissed me deeply. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. It'd been so long since we'd had the chance to be alone.
Edward pulled back, looking at me. "God, Bella... when you make that noise…" He groaned, rolling me over and hovering above me. "I just want to bury myself inside you, and see what other noises I can pull out of you." He leaned down, placing kisses on the hollow of my throat. Apparently, a horny Edward is a dirty talking Edward.
He continued to place kisses on my throat and neck, while his hands started to make their way just under the hem of my shirt, inching it up slowly and resting on my bare stomach. I sucked in a sharp breath and he looked at me.
"What is it, Bella? We can stop," he said, even when I could clearly see the lust in his eyes, saying that he wanted to do anything but that. I knew he would never push me, though.
I shook my head. "I don't want to stop... I just, it's been a while since anyone has seen me... naked, and I'm…" I wasn't exactly sure how to explain how I felt. I wanted this. I wanted him. But there was the thought of what if he didn't like what he saw?
He leaned down, placing a kiss to my lips, whispering against them. "Will you let me see you, baby?"
I nodded my consent; I wanted to trust him with all of me, I just had to keep reminding myself that he's not James. He wanted me, as much as I wanted him.
He sat back on his heels, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the bulge tenting his pajama bottoms. They left almost nothing to the imagination. I could just about see how long and thick he was. He reached his hands to the edge of my t-shirt and slowly dragged it up and off my body, leaving me in just the boxers he loaned me.
"Oh, God, baby, you're fucking beautiful." His eyes slowly trailed up and down my body, and he leaned in, his mouth heading straight to one nipple, circling it slowly with his tongue, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. His fingers reached up to tug softly on the other. I cried out, my hands finding their place in the hair on the back of his neck, and he moaned, releasing my nipple from his mouth and trailing wet open-mouthed kisses down my chest and stomach before stopping a few inches below my belly button. I suddenly realize he was placing soft kisses to the scar there. I looked down at him, and he met my eyes with his gaze. "Like I said, fucking beautiful," he whispered against my skin.
He ran his hands slowly up and down my thighs. "Can I take these off, too?" he asked while he slipped his index fingers just under the elastic waistband. "As good as you look in my boxers..."
"Yes," I barely whispered, lifting my hips as he started to slowly slide them down and off my legs. Slowly, he ran his finger along my slit and groaned.
"I want to taste you, baby," he said softly, and there was nothing more that I wanted in that moment.
He slid to the floor, pulling me with him so that my ass was just off the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he placed my legs on either side of his shoulders. I couldn't help the loud moan that slipped out when he ran his tongue up the length of my pussy before circling my clit slowly with his tongue. I was breathless as he sucked hard on my clit, sliding two fingers deep inside my pussy, pumping them in an out in long strokes.
Looking down, seeing his head between my legs, and listening to his moans while his mouth was on me, was just enough throw me over the edge.
"Oh, God, Edward, please, please don't stop, I'm—" I moaned, clenching around his fingers as I came hard.
Slowly, he slipped his fingers from me and pressed a kiss to my mound before sitting up. I watched him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and just that was enough to make my pussy clench again. I didn't think I would ever get enough of this man.
I scooted back on the bed and he climbed in next to me, placing a kiss on my lips. I actually loved being able to taste myself on him.
I slid my fingers along the waist of his pajama bottoms. "Can I return the favor?" I asked.
"Mmm… if you really want to…" He moaned.
"Oh, I definitely want to." I smirked at him, wondering where the confident woman was coming from. I stood up, making my way around to the end of the bed, motioning for him to scoot down to the edge. Slowly I slid his pants off his hips, watching as his cock sprang free, hitting against his stomach. It was better than I could have imagined; he was definitely above average, and good lord, was he thick.
I dropped to my knees, and he hissed as I grasped him in my hand and ran my tongue along the length of his cock, before wrapping my lips around the head.
"Oh fuck, Bella," he grunted, running his fingers through my hair as I worked him with my mouth. I glanced up at him, and his eyes were trained on where he was sliding in and out of my mouth. He groaned as I took him deeper, letting him brush against the back of my throat, then pulling back almost completely to circle the head of his cock slowly, before sliding my lips back down his length.
After a few more passes, I could tell he was nearly there. I moaned around his cock, and apparently the vibrations were just enough to send him over the edge.
"Oh fuck, baby, I'm gonna—" Before I knew it, I felt him, warm and sliding down my throat.
I released him from my mouth and he pulled me up to him, planting a deep kiss on my lips. I loved the fact that he would kiss me after I just had my mouth wrapped around him.
By the time we were actually lying in bed, curled up together and ready for sleep, it was nearing 2 A.M. We'd only get around four hours of sleep, if we were lucky. But it was a price I would gladly pay for the best orgasm that I'd had in ages.