I am participating in The Twilight 25, a challenge to write twenty-five one-shots &/or drabbles based on predetermined prompts within a three month period. I'm participating for fun, as well as using this as a learning experience. I would love your feedback.
Welcome to Smutville, my friends! If you can't legally enter a strip club (that's 18 where I live), then you should skip this chapter.
This was written, scrapped, and re-written. It's even better because of Kristi's handy (hahaha) beta work. Puffy hearts for Kristi! I can't wait to hear what you guys think. Whether or not I can write the smut is still unconfirmed in my brain.
The Twilight 25
Prompt: Touch
Pen name: distantxdream (LJ) 118 (FFn)
Pairing: Bella/Edward
Rating: M (like MAJOR M. NC-17 kind of M)
The living room is bathed in soft reverent moonlight. She has set up a pillow and blanket in the middle of the room. Her furniture had been moved out earlier that morning, and was on its way to their new apartment in Washington.
Their apartment.
She and Edward had been dating since their freshman year in college. It was her first day maneuvering around the campus, and she had under estimated the amount of time it would take to get to her class. She stumbled through the door fifteen minutes late, but because it was the first day, the professor was just beginning to go over his syllabus. As soon as the syllabus was placed in her hands, Bella realized she was in the wrong class. Just as she stood to leave the room, the copper haired boy across from her shot out of his chair and made his way to the door. They bumped into each other and made awkward introductions. Not wanting to walk into their classes thirty minutes late, they decided to skip them and have a cup of coffee instead. A complete lack of direction and sense of time had brought them together, but complete devotion and unwavering love had kept them together.
Upon graduation, Edward had received a job offer from a large corporation in Seattle. The decision to move together just seemed right, and so he asked her to join him. Just one week after graduating, he packed up his apartment and moved to Seattle. Bella had to stay behind and finish out the last two weeks at her current job. She had told him that three weeks wasn't that long to be apart, but she realized that she was wrong. Three weeks without Edward had been pure torture. Her body longed for his touch, and the sound of his voice sent her heart into a frantic beat. She simply missed the nearness of him. She had asked him to fly out and help her pack up, but he had training that week and wouldn't be able to make it.
Tomorrow morning she will load the rest of the boxes into her car, and make her way to him. She is surrounded by boxes, newspaper, and packing tape. The walls are bare, and she feels completely alone.
Her phone chirps next to her.
I can't stop thinking about you. I miss you so much it actually hurts.
She sighs deeply, knowing exactly how he feels.
We're almost there, baby. Just one more day.
This was the longest they had ever been apart. Cell phones and web cams were their only link. She had done things in the last three weeks that she had sworn she would never do. Her will power was no match for his husky voice and wicked words. She found her fingers drifting down her stomach; her body seeking sweet release from the unrelenting torture of his breathy temptations. It was never enough; each touch left her body aching for his. The simple memory of his words sent a wave of arousal over her body. She needs him to come and untie this knot that has formed in the pit of her stomach. Only he can make her come undone.
The quiet tweet of her phone echoes in the empty space.
Call me. I need you.
She'd never felt such desperation from a text. He didn't need to explain how he needed her; she needed him just the same. He was essential. The beat of her heart. The breath in her lungs.
She quickly dialed his number, and put the phone to her ear. The anticipation of his voice coming over the line sent a shiver down her body.
The line clicked, and her breath stuck in her chest. She had expected to hear his deep timber, but was met with shallow breathing.
"Edward?" She's not quite sure what is going on, but the sound of his breath is setting her on fire. Reminding her of all the times she has felt the passion-filled pulse of his breath against her skin.
"I'm here," he pants. And he is. He is everywhere.
"I miss you," she says simply.
"You have no idea," he whispers back. "You were in my head all day today. Hearing your voice isn't enough. I need to feel you."
His words cause her to wriggle slightly. The soft flannel fabric of his pajama pants rubs gently against her skin, as she stretches her legs out in front of her in an attempt to relieve some of the building tension between them.
"I wish you knew what the simple thought of you does to me," she breathes. His effect on her is instantaneous. She feels her nipples harden beneath the thin cotton of her shirt, the rush of pure lust between her legs, and the charge of heated desire that stings her skin.
"Tell me." She hears the faint sound of fabric shifting against bare skin, as he shifts in his bed.
"It's like I have no control over my body." Her hands have already begun to roam freely. "The pressure is so intense that I can't concentrate on anything else."
"Do you feel it now, Bella?"
"Mmmmhmmmm," is all that she can manage. Her hand has drifted down to the juncture of her thighs beginning its slow torture.
"Remember when you first moved in to that apartment?" He asks. She remembers it perfectly. He had taken her in every room, on every surface. He had promised to fuck her senseless, and in truth when they had finished she could barely remember her name.
"Yes," she hisses. She begins to imagine what he is doing. She has always enjoyed watching him touch himself; the way that he knows exactly what his body needs, and the intense concentration on his face. She imagines his hand working slowly, twisting slightly at the head, before making its way back down.
"I will do it again when you get here. My dick has been constantly hard, because my hand is nothing compared to you."
"My fingers are nothing like yours," she pouts.
"Do they feel good? Do they help, baby?" He has never come right out and asked her to touch herself, but he has subtle ways of telling her that he wants her to.
"Mmmmm," she murmurs. Her fingers have slipped into the opening on the front of his pajama pants, and are moving swiftly over her clit. Soft moans echo back and forth through the phone. They are each seeking some sort of relief from each other, but will settle for the knowledge that the need is still there; the need for more than just what hands and fingers have to offer.
"Please," he begs. She hears his motions increase in speed. The noisy strike of skin on skin as his hand moves swiftly up and down.
"Edward!" She cries, as her fingers pick up their pace. She knows him well enough to know that he is close, but he won't let go until she does. "God, I need you."
The sound that comes from him is guttural, and she can't take much more. Her legs have begun to twitch with each movement of her fingers. A thin layer of sweat covers her body, and she just needs him to say something.
"Come on, baby." He coaxes.
Her hips are bucking off of the ground, and a long low moan escapes from her lips. "Unghhhhhhhh!"
"I'm right there, baby. Right there."
There is no more talking, only the sweet sounds of breathy moans drifting over the miles between them.
The thrill of pleasure rushes through her limbs, and she is suddenly drowning in ecstasy. Frantic cries of rapture tear through the empty room.
His throaty grunts are sounding in her ear as she floats back into reality.
"Ahhhhh!" With that noise, she knows he is just as gone as she is.
She is sweaty and spent. There are very few words that her lips can actually form in this moment, but she needs to say these.
"I love you," she mutters, soft and simple.
"Me, too. More than you will ever know."
She will know, though. When his fingers finally meet her skin again, when it is his touch that takes her to the edge, and when his skin presses into hers slick with perspiration. It is in these moments that he pours love into her, filling her completely and allowing her to feel full with every bit of love he has to offer.