What 2 chapters again? I know, I wasn't expecting it either. Also again, I didn't want to delay posting, so mistakes are mine.
As with the previous one, I had so much help with this chapter from the amazing trio of Kikikinz, Theotherbella, and Bookoisseur.
Time to release the beast...
Chapter 9, Staying
BPOV
Edward asked me over for dinner at his place that weekend. He was adorable about it too. He kept running his hand through his hair. He had to psych himself up with a few deep breaths. When he asked me, I could barely make out the words they came out so quickly. He asked what he "could serve me." A flash of something naughty flickered through my head, but instead I said pizza. Of course he responded that he hadn't had pizza in ages - poor, poor man.
I was excited. He had never seen me in anything other than jeans with tears in my eyes. I wanted to look pretty for him, and I knew just what I wanted to wear, too. Every girl has that one outfit that makes them feel sexy, and gorgeous, and awesome. Mine was a navy blue dress and my maroon cowboy boots. The dress rested a few inches above my knees, had a typical southwestern design on it, and was completely sheer, but had a matching slip. There was elastic at the neckline and a tie in the middle. I guess you were supposed to wear the thing pulled down over your shoulders, but I hated it like that, I just popped back up whenever you moved your arms. I liked it falling off one shoulder, it made me feel very Flashdance. Because it was shapeless, I always wore it with a big leather belt my mother bought for me years ago. I hadn't worn it since I moved to New York.
Edward insisted on sending the car for me. I told him he was spoiling me, and he simply said "good." Before the driver arrived, I scrunched my hair with some goop to encourage the curl and put on a full face of makeup - mascara, eyeliner, the whole thing. I thought I looked pretty damn good, and while I wasn't expecting anything to happen in the bedroom, I wouldn't say no to some heavy making out.
At six, the driver rang my bell, and I made my way down to the town car. A half hour later I was in the elevator making my way up to the penthouse. Before I rang the bell, I whipped out my compact to check myself. Confident in how I looked, I rang the bell. A few seconds later, he opened the door and once that split second initial shock passed, I took a good look. He was wearing a white button down shirt, un-tucked, sleeves rolled up, and pair of old faded jeans. But he wasn't wearing socks or shoes, and his hair was gelled, and his eyes were actually sparkling. He looked... sexy. I should have been surprised, but I was. I was also getting a little warm and flustered.
EPOV
When I opened the door she took my fucking breath away. Her hair was down with loose curls, her chocolate brown eyes were bright, her lips glossy, her cheeks pink. She was wearing this short dress that was falling off one shoulder. I could see her knees, and some of her leg, and those fucking cowboy boots? Shit - she looked really, really fucking sexy. I only hoped I could pay attention to her all night without excusing myself to rub one out.
She walked in and kissed me on the cheek. I had to find out what the fuck that perfume or cream was she used because I wanted bottles of it. The doorman had delivered the pizzas ten minutes before she arrived. I wasn't sure what kind she wanted, so I wound up ordering three and hoping for the best. Lydia had set up a table outside. I told her it would get chilly, but she had me follow her to the patio. I didn't know that I had tall standing outdoor heaters... Alice. Bless her.
We ate our pizza outside, by the light of the New York skyline. Turns out that, unlike ice cream, she wasn't picky about her pizza and had some of every pie I ordered. It was amazing. We just talked. I couldn't get enough. She told me about high school and college. She told me about her parents' divorce and Sue. She didn't mention her real mother much though, so I left that alone.
I told her about pre-med, but not what school or what made me stop; I thought she could figure that out for herself. I told her about always being something of a wiz kid with money, stocks, and playing the market. I told her about managing my family's finances and that I was in charge of the donations we made - including some scholarship funds. I even told her that I didn't really speak with my family much - she let that alone, thankfully.
Once dinner was over and ice cream was had, we went back inside. Sitting on the couch, a brandy for her, scotch for me, we sat close and talked about more about her, the business, the first time she met Alice, and her and Rosalie's friendship. I had my arms around her shoulders, she was tucked into my body, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the fuck she was doing there with me.
She was beautiful! Stunning and sexy! What the hell could she possibly want with me? I was ugly, broken, angry, a fucking asshole. Sure all she had seen was my good side, because she brought that out in me, but that wasn't who I was. I was Edward Masen, a cold hearted, nasty son of a bitch who paid women to fuck him while he wore leather and masks. I was a selfish dick who cut off everyone. What could this amazing woman want with me?
I went through so many angles in my head. It was a joke, a cruel April fools charade. Alice put her up to it. Maybe she was really some spy come to see what happened to the famed Edward Cullen. Maybe, maybe, maybe. I was getting myself more and more worked up but she didn't seem to notice, she just kept talking.
When she mentioned that even with the combined forced that was herself, Alice, and Rosalie, they didn't have enough start up money to get their business going... I snapped! That was it wasn't it? She wanted my fucking money to start her stupid fucking business. Of course, Alice who was a conniving little sneaky bitch, put her up to it. Alice knew I would brush her off, but Bella? How could I say no to Bella?
I pulled my arm away from her, stood up, threw my drink against the wall and told her to shut up. I turned back to face and she looked terrified.
"Where did she find you huh?"
"W... what are you talking about?" she asked all fucking timid and shit.
"You know Alice has done some sneaky shit but this tops it all!"
She stood up.
"Edward. Stop this. Just what do you think is going on here?"
"I'm thinking that Alice put you up to being nice to me so that I would fund your stupid little company."
"You unbelievable bastard. How dare you speak to me or about Alice that way."
"This act is great. It really is - keep it up sweetheart."
"Fuck you Edward."
"Fuck me? Was that part of the plan too?"
She looked at me appalled. Stricken really. She was playing her part so damn well.
"JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"NO! You don't mean that!" she yelled holding her ground.
"Don't make me remove you myself!" I growled baring my teeth like some lunatic.
She searched my eyes, and her face fell. She didn't seem angry or fearful. She seemed sad.
"I'll just grab my things and show myself to the door," she said as she began to walk away from me.
"GOOD!" I roared because I'm a fucking petulant ass and needed the final word.
She stopped though and turned around. I was panting in anger, letting all of my self-hate wash over me. But when she began speaking, without malice, without anything other than utter honesty and disappointment in her voice, I was shattered. She was supposed to yell back, to rage. She didn't.
"You know, Alice told me she worked for a monster. A man who made her life complicated. A man that was so difficult, she needed outlets and friends just to make it through the weeks and months without going insane. I didn't know she was talking about you at the time, "she paused, and I was... really fucking confused. "She might see you as a rat bastard, but I see you for what you really are..."
Whatever she was going to say, it wasn't going to be good.
"...pathetic."
And it stung like salt on a wound. I hung my head because she was so right.
"You once asked me not to pity you, but I do. And it has nothing to do with those stupid fucking scars either. "
That hurt more than any fire could. I hated pity, I despised it. But she didn't even pity me for my ruined skin. She pitied me because of what I had become. I looked at my hands - one perfect, one foul. I desperately needed a drink suddenly - I turned my back to her to get one.
"Don't you dare turn your back on me!" She seethed with a quiet intensity.
I froze. Her voice was terrifying.
"I'm here," she said more calmly, "in your apartment," she was composing herself, " willing to try to be a part of your life," she sounded like Bella again, "but you just can't get past it can you? I'm not here to stare at your deformities like you were some kind of freak. And I'm certainly not here because I'm some kind of whore who wants a fucking sugar daddy you revolting piece of shit."
She didn't yell. How could she not be yelling at me? She just sounded sad, like I had broken her heart or something. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I was revolting. Had I really called her a whore? Shit she didn't deserve that - even if she was playing me.
"I'm here because..."
What? Why was she here, I needed to hear it! I turned around.
"I'm here because I don't feel like I'm alone when you hold me," she admitted.
Christ, I'm an asshole.
"I see the scars, I do. And I'm not stupid or delusional enough to pretend that there will be a day when I won't see them. But you're more then those scars, Edward. You stalked me because you thought I was beautiful - because for some reason you can't explain, you wanted to help me, to take away my pain. Well from the second I saw your eyes that night, they've haunted me. I think about you all the time. I can't help it anymore! I want to know everything. I want to know where the scars came from, I want to know why you've locked out your family, I want to know why you don't have friends, I want to know your favorite book."
Why did I deserve any of this? Why was she still there? I had yelled and threatened her, called her a whore - but she was still there. Then it dawned on me: she actually liked me, maybe even cared for me. That's why she was there, because by some stroke of incredible luck, she actually fucking liked me. She was rambling out of control, letting everything pour out, and I fucking loved every second of it.
"I want to know your favorite singer, color, how you spent your 16th birthday. What your first car was, who you lost your virginity to, your fist kiss, I want to know what you sound like when you sleep. I want to see your face when you come."
She stopped and gasped at her own words. Then she turned bright red and covered her face with her hands. What in my miserable excuse of a life had I done to deserve this woman? I walked across the room until I was inches from her. I wrapped my hands around her wrists and urged her to uncover her face. We were face-to-face, my hands still hold onto her wrists, our arms dangling between us.
What could I say to make her understand? I didn't deserve her. She was too good for me. She needed to turn around and not waste any more time trying to make me a decent human being.
"Bella, I'm not good."
"Oh for Christ sake," a frustrated sigh escaped her lips, "you're not good at what?" She didn't understand, yet.
"I'm not good inside."
She scrutinized my face, crinkling her eyes as if she were seeing me for the first time or something. It made me incredibly anxious. I wanted to bolt, to lock myself in my office.
"Can I be honest with you?"
I let out a morbid chuckle filled with all the irony I could muster.
"Don't stop now," I said sarcastically.
"I don't think you have any idea who you are inside anymore."
"Bullshit, I'm a monster," I said automatically like some drone.
She ignored my words.
"You've locked yourself out of your own life - literally. And I get it, because I can't presume to even imagine what you've been through. But please... please don't lock me out too. I think..."
Then she just stopped talking. I thought maybe she was collecting her thoughts, but the silence stretched out too long for my comfort.
"Don't stop. You think..." I urged.
She looked me in the eyes and said with complete sincerity: "I think we need each other, Edward."
I was floored.
"You need me?"
"And you need me," not a question.
"But-"
"-Enough! Enough, Edward. Just stop thinking, please"
I didn't know what to say or do, so I stood there like marble unable to move.
"Edward?"
"Yes?" I asked, concerned.
"Now would be a really good time to apologize to me."
"FUCK!" I yelled, "I'm such an ass."
"Sometimes."
"I'm sorry. Sorry isn't enough is it? What can I do to explain myself? I was so out of line. The worst part it is, I didn't mean any of it - not one word Bella, I swear."
"Then why even say it?"
"I'm in disbelief that you're willing to give me a chance. I don't get it and I know I don't deserve it. I keep trying to find an angle that explains you being in my life. But I can't. You're sexy, and beautiful, and talented, and so full of life, and I'm-"
"-If you say you're a monster one more time, I'm leaving."
"Fine. I'm broken and angry, and I haven't been a real part of the human race for a long time. The whole accusing you of being after my money was maybe one of the lowest moments in my life. I've even forgotten my manners completely; my mother would kill me for that alone. I haven't done a single thing right with you yet. This isn't how it's supposed to be Bella. I should be sending you flowers and shit."
"Says who?"
"I dunno, Hallmark?"
"Seriously, Edward? Let's just agree to keep doing things our way ok? I don't need flowers, I sure as shit don't care what Hallmark says, and as for manners? Watch your damn temper, never accuse me of anything before talking to me first, and as long as you don't start slurping your food and eating with your hands, I'll help you remember the rest."
She wasn't real, she couldn't be.
"First lesson: after apologizing to a lady, you kiss her."
Yes ma'am.
I closed the inches between us, not letting go of her wrists, bent my head over, closed my eyes, and kissed her. All I could think was: you're an undeserving bastard. That was followed by: is she pressing herself against me? I could feel her twist her wrists out of my hands. She slowly wrapped her arms around my waist but not before flattening her hands against my body and dragging them toward my back.
I couldn't help but moan into her mouth as I felt her purposely press her tits into me. Her hands started making their way down to my hips where my jeans were resting. She dragged my shirt up and looped her thumbs into my belt loops. I wanted to pull away, to stop things before they went too far, but I couldn't. She passed her tongue over my teeth, and I felt myself getting hard.
She pulled her lips from mine and unhooked her thumbs from my jeans. She took my hand and started walking.
"Where are we going?"
"Bedroom."
I started to panic.
"Bella, isn't this kind of fast?" Shit, I was 13 again.
"Doing things our way, remember?"
Jesus snap out of it. Bella, who has seen you almost naked before by the way, wants you in a bed. Go with it you idiot.
When we reached my room, she closed the door. There was really no need, but I didn't say anything. Who was I kidding? I could barely breathe let alone speak. She sat on the edge of the bed and started pulling off her boots. All I could do was stare. I found myself wondering what color nail polish she would have on her toes. When both shoes were off, she pulled off her socks. No polish - just bare. I chastised myself. I had become so used to women with "perfect" tans and "perfect" manicures.
She undid her belt and let it fall to the floor. Her dress loosened around her body and she began pulling her arm through the sleeve. She tugged on her other sleeve, getting her arm through and her dress fell from her body, the fabric just pooling at her feet. She was in nothing but a navy slip.
She was reaching for the bottom of her slip when my feet finally started moving.
"Can I?" I asked.
She just smiled and nodded. I bent over, grabbed the hem and slowly lifted. She put her arms over her head and when the fabric passed her hands, I let it drop to the floor with the rest of her clothes. I had to take a minute before I could step back to look at her. I already knew she was beautiful - but something told me that actually seeing her before me in nothing but her underwear was going to affect me deeply.
When I did step back I saw miles of perfect, smooth, pale skin. She was wearing a simple pair of navy cotton panties and a matching bra. Suddenly navy was my new favorite color. She reached behind her back, and un-hooked her bra. My hand found its way to my chest where my heart was threatening to break through my ribs. When her breasts were exposed me, I was struck by exactly how stunning she was.
Heavy and full, her breasts hung on her body like deliciously ripe fruits. Pert, dark pink nipples pebbled before my eyes. Her chest gave way to her waist before her righteous hips completed the classic figure before me. There were no defined abs, plastic bits, or hard surfaces on Bella. There was flesh and curves, and soft edges. I desperately wanted to touch her.
She stood there before me, probably waiting for me to do something, but all I could do was look at her. I would have shuddered under the scrutiny, but she let me look and take her in. When I finally found the nerve to move toward her, she stood her ground, watching me, a small smile on her face. All I could think was how brave she was. Nudity had become something terrifying for me.
I didn't know what to do with myself when I was close to her again. She was there and mine for the taking - she was offering herself to me. I was honored, but I was scared. I hadn't touched a naked woman with my bare hands or licked or tasted a woman for years. I'd dreamt of tracing a woman's shape with my fingers, making her tremble with my kisses, and now that the opportunity was there, I was frozen solid.
She took my hand and rested it on her hip. The heel of my hand touching her stomach, my fingers felt the promise that was her soft, round ass. She stood on her toes to reach my mouth and kissed me. Was it possible to faint from a kiss?
"Just breathe, Edward."
She must have known how overwhelmed I was. Just knowing that she was aware of what she was doing to me made me thankful. I didn't need to pretend I was cool or collected and I dropped to me knees in relief. I pulled her body to me, my head rested perfectly just under her breasts, my ear pressed against her stomach. I let my hands rest just above the swell of her ass. I could feel her breathing, her stomach pressing into my face with every inhalation.
My heart began to beat normally, and I let my pinkies dip beneath the elastic of her panties. I heard a small whimper, and her hands found their way to the back of my head. Emboldened, I moved my digits, one by one beneath the soft cotton. It was her breath that began to quicken then. When I could cup her cheeks in my hands, feeling the soft fullness there, I let out a guttural moan. It was then that I knew I needed to see all of her. I pulled my head back and pushed my hands further down, taking her panties with me. Inch by luscious inch her sex was exposed to me.
A trimmed, perfectly groomed triangle of soft, brown curls filled my eyes. I couldn't help myself, and my lips met the soft flesh just above her pubic hair. She whimpered my name. I thought I would come from the sound alone. I couldn't be inside her, not yet. I wouldn't last - there would be no way. It would take time before I knew I could love her body right. In the meantime however, I had every intention of getting to know her sounds, her spots, and her taste.
I may not have wooed her properly, met her properly, or even treated her properly, but I would be sexing her properly as of right then. As I stood, I picked her up into my arms. She was surprised at first then smiled broadly. I walked to the side of the bed, laid her down carefully and took in the sight of a naked Bella Swan on my duvet cover. The white would no longer do I realized - I made a mental note to have Alice buy navy blue sheets and covers as soon as humanly possible.
When I crawled onto the bed next to her still fully clothed, she opened her mouth to say something, but I stopped her with a kiss.
"I haven't done a damn thing right yet, just let me do this for you? Please? "
She put a hand on my cheek and nodded. I held her hand and kissed the palm before lavishing kisses down to her elbow, further to her cheek, and kissing the tender skin where here neck and shoulder met. She giggled. She was ticklish - I'd store that tidbit away for another time. I moved to her ear and nibbled on her earlobe before taking it into my mouth and sucking it gently.
She sighed contentedly.
Since they were so close, I stole a kiss from her lips before moving down her neck, toward her chest. I took a quick glance at her tits, so round and heavy, before I licked her left nipple. She whimpered. I needed to hear her whimper again. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked gently, at first. I was awarded with soft little mmms. When I rolled her nipple between my teeth, she sucked in a shuddering breath.
My hand found her other breasts and began massaging and squeezing. I felt her roll her hips beside me.
"Do you like this?" I wanted to know everything about her body.
"Yessss..." she answered, hissing.
"Bella, I need you to know that it's been a long time since..."
"Since?" she asked.
"Since I've touched a women, or licked, or sucked." I mean that honestly, as an admission, but she moaned at my words.
"I desperately need you to touch me Edward. If you don't, I will."
"Show me how you like to be touched, please."
She brought her knees up, setting her feet on the bed. Her hand traveled down her body and her legs closed around it.
"No, no beautiful," I said, gently pulling at her knee, "I want to see everything, keep your legs open for me."
She spread her legs and I shifted down the bed, getting a better look. She dipped her pointer finger inside, twirled it around a bit. When she pulled it out I could see it glistening. Shit, she was wet already. She found her clit and began rubbing it gently with her wet finger. I was getting so fucking hard. A naked Bella was touching herself for me, how couldn't I? I was telling the truth when I said I wanted everything to be about her - I had to try to ignore it.
When I looked back at her face, she was staring at me.
"What?" I asked. "What are you looking at?"
"Watching you study me turns me on."
Damn. Ignoring was going to get, ahem, harder.
"Keep watching, beautiful, and don't stop touching yourself."
I crawled to the space between her knees and spread her legs as far as she would allow. When I finally saw her glistening, dark pink walls, I almost came. I'd be jerking off to the sight for years to come. Slowly, I let my pointer and middle finger slip between her folds.
"So fucking smooth. Shit and so damn warm."
"Ungh... don't stop talking."
"You're so beautiful Bella, writhing naked for me."
I let my finger curl and flex inside her heat.
"I can't wait to see you come."
"Shiiiiiit."
"I want to lick you. Would you let me do that later?"
"YES!" she screamed.
Her free hand rested on her breast. She began pinching and pulling at her nipple.
"Oh god Bella, you don't know how incredible you look like this."
"Tell me..." she pleaded.
"All I see is creamy white flesh, hot pink folds, and your incredible tits. Keep touching yourself, beautiful. God I want to see you come."
"Just ask me, Edward," she said, before she sucked in her bottom lip.
"Would you come for me, beautiful? I want to see you coming on my fingers."
She sped up her ministrations, as did I. She started bucking and twisting her hips. When I felt her legs begin to shake I knew she was close. Before I knew it, her walls constricted around my fingers and her legs closed in on me. She let out a quiet but strangled cry, and I felt warmth ooze between my fingers. Her head pressed back into the pillow, and she pushed her tits into the air. From her shuddering erratic breathes, to her open, gasping mouth, she was so fucking gorgeous.
A moment later, she dropped her hands, lowered her head and chest, and I pulled my fingers out. She was flushed and still breathing heavily, but the most extraordinary smile crept into her lips.
"Thank you," she said.
"No way, thank you."
"Would you mind if I took a shower?"
A sudden flash of her in my shower, dripping wet from every surface, popped into my head.
"Yes," I said pushing the image out of my head for the time being, "but I'm not done with you."
"Huh?" she asked.
I didn't answer; instead I pushed her legs apart once again. Her eyes went wide.
"Edward, really you don't ha..."
But before she could finish, my face was buried between her thighs, and my tongue had licked at her slit. The smell of her heady arousal drove me nuts. It was a thick earthy odor that made me want more. I spread her lips apart and licked at her already swollen clit. She cried out.
"Too much!" She gasped.
"Not for me," I mumbled into her body.
I let the flat of my tongue lap against her nerves, more gently that time. She whimpered, and her hands went to my hair. That must have been a good thing, she had done that before. I licked at her slowly, reverently, happily. Every moan, every whimper, every fucking wiggle and twist and arching of her back made me feel like a million bucks. The way her curls tickled my face, the way her creamy fucking thighs brushed against the sides of face, the way she whispered my name... it was fucking heaven.
I knew she was close when I felt her legs start to tremble again. Her fingers dug into my scalp. I had forgotten what a turn on that was and moaned into her body at the feeling. She cried out.
"Again, please again!"
Something else I had forgotten... humming. I wrapped my lips around her clit and hummed over and over again. I could hear her gasping breaths and wanton noises, and they went straight to my dick. My poor fucking cock was pressed so hard into my jeans I thought it might bruise. I remembered what made her come the last time though.
"Come for me, beautiful...please."
And she did. I moved my tongue to her entrance and lapped at her slit while she came. I didn't give a fuck what she tasted like - she just tasted like Bella. I did give a fuck that I had made her come... twice. If my aching dick hadn't hurt as much as it did pressed up against my zipper, I would have said I was on top of the world. But I was in sweet fucking agony.
After a few random convulsions, she calmed down and found her breath.
"I bet I look like a mess huh?"
"Fishing for compliments?"
"No. I've been writhing on this bed for the past... who knows how long. My hair must look like a rats nest."
"I didn't notice. You just look beautiful to me."
"Damn you're good."
I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.
"You can take a shower if you want now. Use whatever you want."
"Thanks. Don't go anywhere!"
"I'll be right here when you get out, promise."
She sat up and went to the bathroom. As soon as I heard the water running, I ran to the guest bathroom down the hall. I unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down quickly. It hurt like a fucking bitch, but once my erection was free, I made it all better. I thought of Bella moaning, whimpering, arching her back. I thought of that first sight of her wet, pink folds. I pumped my dick in my hands over and over. I handled my self roughly needing the release but also wanting to get back to Bella.
"Come for me, beautiful," I repeated to myself.
I could feel the ghost of her legs shaking around me. I could feel the warmth on my fingers. I could hear her gasping. I pumped my hand against my length furiously. I doubled over in sweet delicious pain when I finally came in hot, hard spurts. I was dizzy and had to grab onto the sink or fall on my ass. When the world stopped spinning, and my dick was satiated, I knew nothing would ever be the same.
I washed my hands, wiped my dick clean, pulled up my pants and ran back to the bedroom. Barely a minute later, she walked out, hair wrapped up in a towel, another wrapped around her body. She looked devilishly good. Just one little tug of the towel and...
"Have anything I can wear?"
Was someone talking?
"Hello!" she laughed, "Earth to Edward!"
"Hi."
"Hi," she laughed. "Snap out of it, lover boy. Have something I can wear?"
"Wear?"
"On my body, an article of clothing?"
"Oh!"
I jumped up and went to my closet and grabbed the first shirt my hand touched and handed it to her. She winked and went back to the bathroom. I stood there like a dog waiting for her. When she stepped out, she was wearing one of my monogrammed striped dress shirts that I never wore but Alice insisted on buying. I was giving that woman a raise. Creamy thighs, damp hair, exposed sternum, and my initials right over her heart. Just when I thought I couldn't possibly want her more.
"Coming to bed, Edward?" she asked she pulled the duvet off and crawled in.
"You're staying?"
"Yes."
"Wow."
She laughed whole-heartedly. Every time she moved, the shirt would shift and I would catch a glimpse of some part of her. Flash of hip, thigh, curls... When she was finished, she pulled the cover away from my side of the bed and patted the mattress. I knew she had seen me almost naked before, but I just wasn't ready to undress in front of her. I slept in the nude usually, but I wasn't ready for that with her either. I grabbed a pair of boxers from my drawer and slipped into the bathroom.
I had to psych myself up before I walked out there in nothing but boxers. She's seen your body before. For some reason she likes you. For some reason she let you touch and lick her. She wasn't going to recoil and scream.
I walked out looking much calmer than I felt and didn't really relax until I was under the covers. She scooted over, rested her still damp hair on my shoulder and curled into my normal side. She fit beside me so perfectly. She felt so good. It was all so right.
"So, are you a remote hog?" she asked.
"I don't really know actually, let's find out."
It turned out I wasn't. I was so in awe of the fact that she was there, curled into me, staying, sleeping with me, that I didn't care what we watched. When she fell asleep, half way through some biography about the British royal family, I took the remote from her, turned off the TV, and wrapped my arm around my beauty before blissfully, falling asleep.
A/N
I released the beast! In more ways than one, *wink wink*.
Man, I really, really want to know what you guys thought about this. Please don't keep me in suspense!