Doing a dance because this is my third oneshot and that just makes me so happy! Plus, it's my third oneshot and is prompt 3. Such fun.

Bella embraces her inner kink in this one like I embrace Cherolyn and Lisa for sharing their thoughts with me on all of these pieces.

The Twilight Twenty-Five
thetwilight25 dot com
Prompt: 03 – Good things come to those who wait.
Pen Name: IcelandGirl812
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella
Rating: M-ish

03.

9:53am

"So soft. Silky. But hard, too."

"Bella."

"Smooth under my fingers and so luscious feeling..."

He pushes my hand away. "Stop, Bella."

I reach back toward him. "What? Why?"

"Because." His voice lowers, gets harsher, rougher, more intense. I swallow and lick my lips. "Because you're turning me on and anyone could walk in here right now, okay?"

I roll my eyes. "Worry-wart. Everyone already knows about us, anyway."

"Yeah, because you," he swats my hand away again, "sent love letters from your company email. You know they check that stuff."

"I don't see why you're still hung up over that. They were bound to find out eventually."

"You sent them to fabric, Bella."

"Yes, but," I hold up a finger and point it at him, "fabric you were wearing."

"It doesn't matter. Everyone still thinks you're kinky and that I'm crazy for being with you."

I lean toward him, resting my hand back on the inviting material of his pants and slowly kissing his neck. "Because you are."

He groans softly, his hand covering mine on his leg.

"You had to know what would happen when you wore one of my favorites..." I bite his ear gently.

"Bella... not here."

"The meeting doesn't start for another five minutes, Edward."

He angles his head back, looks me right in the eyes. "Five minutes is not enough."

|T|2|5|

12:07pm

Our lunch break is half an hour long; I think that's long enough, really.

Edward disagrees.

He pins my hands on either side of my head, the wall cold and his palms warm. It's to keep me from grabbing at him, groping.

Persuading.

"Later," he whispers against my skin.

I squirm, try to pull him closer. "I don't want to wait."

"That's what'll make it so good."

He kisses my neck again, mouth open, the scruff on his jaw and chin tickling me.

We're in the seventh floor stairwell, hidden in the blind spot of the security camera. But there's always the possibility of being caught. Maybe that's why I like it so much.

Edward slips one of his legs between mine, the fabric of his pants sliding deliciously against my thigh, against all the skin left bare by my skirt. Making me crazier, making me want him even more.

And he knows it.

He grasps one of my hands in his, guides it to his side. Where I grip the soft, pure seduction of his shirt in my hand and do my best to stifle a moan.

I could never have found a man more perfect for me than Edward. A man as obsessed with impeccable, excellent fabrics as I'm turned on by them. And as accepting of my particular quirks as I am of his.

It's just a shame that he's not into having sex at work.

|T|2|5|

3:29pm

"Edward, I brought you the..."

The words die in my throat as I enter Edward's office and see him bent over beside his trashcan. He's rooting through it for something, it would seem, but all I see is him.

Correction, his ass.

His perfect, squeezable ass with the fabric of his dress pants pulled delectably tight over it.

My mouth goes dry, my eyes get heavy, and my desire flares even more.

He looks over his shoulder at me, gaze roaming up and down my body for a few heated moments, and smirks. "Bella?"

I don't know what he's doing, but it makes no difference. I know he didn't do it on purpose, that he didn't know I was coming in here just now and orchestrated this. All that really matters is that I'm not naked and he's not in me.

Fuck.

I groan. "Why do you have clear windows in your office?"

He stands up and I groan again. In disappointment. "A better question would be: why don't I have blinds in my office?"

"God, yes."

His hands slip into his pockets, and he smiles this time. Genuine and affectionate. We share a moment, staring at each other and not moving. I'm reminded that this is more than physical, that my attraction to him stems beyond that.

Words aren't said, but his eyes are intense and something warm takes up residence in my body, something different than the warmth of desire.

"Did you have something for me, Bella?" His words break the quiet moment between us, and though they are marginally innocent, his tone is completely indecent.

I shiver and swallow, body tingling as I hold up the sheaf of papers I brought him. He gestures to his desk, and I purposely brush against him as I set the papers there. His sharp inhale makes me smile, my fingers skimming across his wrist as I walk away.

We lock eyes again over my shoulder, and there's a promise in the air between us.

I can't wait until five o'clock.

|T|2|5|

5:11pm

Edward's driving me home—like I'd be willing to accept anything else—and I'm having a hard time keeping my hands to myself.

"Bella, I can't concentrate."

I rub my hand across his thigh, slow and light, biting my lip.

"I can see that you care."

"Your concentration isn't really my problem, Edward."

"It is if we die in a car crash." He glances over at me, eyebrows up.

Sighing, I retract my hand and mutter, "Party pooper."

He hums, arm reaching toward me, fingers settling on the back of my neck and massaging gently. I lean into his hand and sigh again, this time contentedly.

"Magic fingers," I murmur, eyes closed.

"Give me about twenty minutes and you'll be repeating that."

|T|2|5|

5:42pm

"No, leave it."

"Bel—"

I grab his hands to stop him from undressing, simultaneously silencing him with a kiss.

He wore one of my favorites, and has teased me all day with that. It's only fair, now that we're at my place and in my bed, that he give me what I want, what I've wanted all day.

What his teasing has had me dreaming about all day.

"Off," I mumble around our kisses.

Because he knows, he reaches between us and undoes the zipper of my skirt, shoves it down my legs. I shuffle and squirm to help him until it's off and he pushes it away.

Free now, I arch and wrap my legs around him, my skin completely bare against the clothes he's still wearing, silky fabric against my softness. I moan into his mouth at the feeling, at getting what I want.

Finally.