The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 10.Fabricate

Main Character: Bella/Edward
Rating: M
Word Count: 489

Beta: Perry Maxwell

"I've been thinking," he says between kisses, "that maybe we should. If you want."

"Of course I want," I say, kissing the column of his neck and pressing my hips forward.

He lets out a groan and pulls me closer. I've never straddled him before tonight; he sure seems to love it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Edward, I'm sure."

"Because I," he grips my hips and holds me still, grimacing, "I've never done this before."

I let out a giggle. "Come on. I want to. You don't have to play games with me and fake your virginal status to make yourself adorable. You're already adorable. You're hot, actually." I wrench his hair at the base of his neck and pull him closer, devouring his lips.

As I pull back, he follows my lips like he's lost. He settles his head back on the headboard with a thunk and a sigh. "I didn't fabricate anything. I want this. With you, Bella. I want this."

In shock, I nibble on my fingernail. "You're not kidding. You want me . . . to take your virginity."

He sits up beneath me making me squirm and looks directly into my eyes. "Yes."

I run my hands across his shoulders and down his arms, pretending to think about it.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yes," I say, "What are we waiting for? Where're your condoms?"

"See, that, I don't actually have."

I hit him with a pillow. "Are you kidding me?"

"Uh huh," he says, eyes full of mirth. "Wallet. In my jeans."

I shake my head and kiss him soundly. "You'll be so sorry you tricked me." Instead of getting off his lap I lean over to find his discarded jeans and wallet, all the while wiggling around on top of him.

"I have a feeling," he says, once I've straightened up and have the condom in hand, "that I'm not going to be sorry at all."

"You won't," I say, smiling. "I'm pretty good at this."

"Good. At least one of us will be."

"Hey," I place a hand on his chest, "you're good at everything. I'm sure this'll be no different. And if you suck at it, at least I know you know how to use your mouth."

His eyes narrow briefly before he flips us. I squeal as he presses me into the bed. He runs a hand up my arm and gently pulls the condom from my fingers before setting it on the side table.

"We need that," I say, irritation flaring. Let's get on with this.

"Not yet. I need to remind you how good I am at other things before I disappoint you and suck at sex."

"You can't possibly suck at . . ." He shimmies down my body, kissing and nipping as he goes. The word sex doesn't leave my mouth. It doesn't need to, as another, more appropriate word for the situation, leaves my lips.

Author's Note: This is my Ode to Outlander. Don't see the connection? Virginal boy, experienced girl. That's about it. But! The day I wrote this, I was tweeting about it and scouring the internet for Outlander related stuffs (as you do), and Diana Gabaldon herself responded to me. And the tweet wasn't even sent to her. I pretty much had a heart attack and died. But it was such a fun day!