The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 5
Pen name: Dandiegoose
Pairing/Character: Bella and Edward
Rating: M
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Today was the day that I was going to finally get my ass up and clean out my attic.
Anything that was in boxes in my father's house, I put in the attic of my new home. That was six months ago.
There were things there that I had been avoiding simply out of laziness. Some part of me knew that it was more than that.
That part of me knew that it had to do with the box of Edward's things that I had put up there. I didn't want to find that box again.
I was glad that I still had it, but that didn't mean that I actually wanted to see it.
Edward and I met in high school. We didn't get along at all for the first few months. Then one night at a party that all ended.
We got drunk and we got naked. It was the best sex I had ever had at that point in my life. That wasn't saying much considering that before him I had been with one guy all of two times.
After that night, it was all different. We were inseparable. If I wasn't with him, I was texting him or talking to him on the phone.
I fell hard and I fell quick. I didn't even hesitate when he asked me to move in with him after graduation. We'd only been together since just before Christmas, but it didn't matter. I knew that we were meant to be together.
I could still remember the way he tasted. The way he sounded when he was making me scream his name. The way his face would look during an orgasm.
I remember that his cock was eight inches long and so thick that my hand didn't even close around it. It curved slightly upwards. I hadn't been with a man since that had such a perfect cock. I don't think it was possible.
But it was more than just sex. He made me laugh like I never had before. We never ran out of things to talk about. It seemed that we were always chattering endlessly about something or other.
He didn't care that I wore chucks with every outfit, including my dress clothes. He loved that my hair wasn't ever perfect and that I rarely brushed it.
I loved that he could never button his shirts correctly and that he never tied his shoe laces. It never bothered me that he didn't cut his hair until his mother would come and drag him to the barber or that he took baths instead of showers because he was just too damn lazy to stand.
Then, as suddenly as we were together, we weren't anymore.
After living together for six months, he said that he had to leave. That he couldn't stay in Forks anymore. That he couldn't stay with me anymore.
I was catatonic for three months. I didn't do anything. I quit my job and moved back in with my father.
After three months, the letters started coming. I got one every two weeks for six months.
He told me about what he was doing. About how he was in Europe. I didn't even know that he had wanted to go to Europe.
He told me about all the friends that he had made. He told me how he wished that I could see Big Ben with him and how he would have loved to have kissed me under the Eiffel Tower and how he would have fucked me into oblivion in Rome.
We never called it 'make love.' He said that although he loved me with everything he had in him, making love sounded like we were old.
I hated him for these letters. I didn't understand how he could have just left me and then tell me all of the things that he wanted with me.
The last letter only said "I'm sorry I couldn't be who you needed me to be."
It's been two years since he left and just over a year since I got the last letter.
I had been with a few different men trying to forget him. But they weren't him and my while my body enjoyed what was going on, my head didn't.
After the third guy, I quit trying.
That's when I figured that if I wanted to get over him, I needed to get out of Forks and start my life over.
I secured a job at a bank in Seattle. After a few months there, I was promoted and decided to buy a house.
My small apartment reminded me too much of the one that Edward and I shared.
I got a dog. Not just any dog, a pug. Edward hated pugs. I thought that they were the cutest dogs to ever exist. I knew that I only did it because he would have never wanted him.
I named him Gryffin. I can't really tell you why I did. His little bat ears just reminded me of a griffin.
I needed to stop thinking about him. It only made me depressed when I did.
I hopped out of bed, threw on some crappy clothes and let Gryffin out into the backyard. He would be happy there while I was in the attic.
The first fucking box that I opened was the box I was hoping to avoid. Why on Earth hadn't I thought to label this box?
Being the masochist that I was, I started going through it.
The letters were on top, tied together with a ribbon that I had worn in my hair the night we started dating.
I didn't read them. I knew too well what they said.
Under the letters was a pile of pictures of us.
There were the generic ones of us taken together at family events. We looked so young and happy. His arm was always around my shoulders and mine around his waist.
I had forgotten how tall he was. I barely made it up to his armpit.
The other pictures were not so innocent. These were the ones from when we set the camera to take pictures every 15 seconds while we fucked.
There were pictures of him stripping me, of me giving him a blow job, of him teasing me with the head of his cock and of his perfect body rippling as he pounded into me.
Just looking at the pictures reminded me, again, of what I didn't have.
Then, I heard my phone ringing. I had forgotten it downstairs. I ran as quickly as I could without falling.
I got to the phone just as it clicked over to voice-mail.
It was Alice. She was his sister. The only Cullen that I'd kept in contact with, but only because she wouldn't let me cut her out.
Normally, she worked on Saturday mornings. It was strange that she was calling me before 2.
Just as I went to call her back, there was a knock at my door.
Figuring it was her, I just opened the door and walked into the kitchen to make us something to eat.
"Did you get the day off? Normally, I don't hear from you until the afternoon on Saturdays." I said with my back still turned.
"Bella," a voice that I would know anywhere said behind me. It was still velvety, but rougher now.
I dropped the plate that I was holding. It shattered into a thousand pieces.
I couldn't turn towards him. My body was completely frozen.
This is why Alice had called. She was wanting to warn me that he was looking for me.
"What are you doing here? How did you know where to find me?"
I could feel him behind me. I almost cried when his hands touched my shoulders.
"Bella, turn around. Please."
I did as he asked, but I couldn't look into his face. I couldn't force myself to look up.
"Bella, look at me, please." His voice was pleading.
I shook my head and stared at his chest. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt.
I could make out a tattoo that covered his entire chest. His pierced nipples, that he had done a week before he left, made strange shapes with his shirt on his body.
He looked more defined then he had before he left.
His ratty button-fly jeans looked like the ones he was wearing when he left. I was actually happy to see that his Docs' weren't tied. It made him that much more real.
He put his fingers under my chin and lifted my chin to so I could look him in the face.
His face was thinner, but it made him that much more beautiful.
His eyes, once a bright emerald green, were dulled. His nose wasn't straight anymore, like it had been broken and not set.
"Bella, I'm sorry."
"You didn't answer my questions," I whispered.
"I'm here because I feel like I could be someone that you deserve now. I found you because I went to your father's house. I thought he was going to shoot me in the face. He even held me against the front door with his gun held to my throat. After he threatened me with castration, a bullet in the head, and the scattering of my limbs over his property if I hurt you again, he told me where to find you."
"You can't just walk back into my life. It's been two years. I haven't even heard from you in a year."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left the way I did."
"You shouldn't have left at all. What did you think was going to happen when you got here? That I was going to jump into your arms and forgive you immediately? If that's what you think, you've got another thing com..."
All of a sudden he was kissing me. I couldn't force myself to not kiss him back. It just felt so right to have his lips pressed against mine. I almost went crazy when I felt his tongue probing my lips for entrance into my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me up into his arms. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist.
It was always much more comfortable to kiss him like this, with him being so tall.
His body pressed me up against the wall by the fridge. I could feel his hands on my ass.
"Bedroom is down the hall and to the right," I breathed out.
He started kissing a trail down my neck as he walked to where I directed him.
He tossed me into the middle of the bed once we got inside the bedroom. As he crawled up the bed, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it behind him.
I could see the tattoo on his chest much more clearly now. It was a swan, a beautiful swan. I knew without a doubt that it was put there for me.
He leaned over me and started kissing me harder than he was in the kitchen. When I pulled away for air, he pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. After unfastening my bra, it swiftly joined my shirt.
He palmed my breasts. I moaned at the sensation. I had missed his hands on my body.
He came face to face with my breast and licked my nipple while pinching the other one between his fingers. I tugged on his hair. It was as long as it was when he left. I was happy that had stayed the same.
He switched sides after about a minute.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I reached down and started unbuttoning his jeans. I pushed them along with his underwear down with my feet as he toed off his shoes. Knowing him, he probably was keeping his socks on.
Once he was naked, his hands slid down my ribs to the elastic band of my shorts. He ripped them down my legs.
He started rubbing me through my underwear. I groaned and pushed my head back into the pillows and lifted my hips in a gesture that meant I wanted him to remove my underwear.
He complied with my request then quickly pushed my legs apart and stuck his face between them.
"God, Bella," he groaned, "I've missed your taste every day that I was gone."
I didn't want him to talk. I just wanted him to make me forget that he was ever gone, so I pushed his head down.
Picking up on my hint, his tongue began probing my clit.
I had forgotten how good this was with him. With the other men that I had been with, I hated it. With him, I felt like I was floating.
Almost as soon as he started, I felt the tingling in my stomach that I hadn't felt with anyone else.
Two of his fingers entered me while his tongue made shapes on my clit.
I came hard, loudly, and calling out his name.
"Baby, I've been dying to hear that for two years. I've missed you so much. Do you want me to use a condom?"
We'd only used condoms before we'd lived together, but I didn't know who he'd been with while he was gone.
"There's one in the bedside table drawer."
He looked at me in shock.
I grabbed his face, pulling him in for a rough kiss. I nipped at his lips before saying, "I haven't seen you for two years. Did you expect me to sit and pine away for you while you were doing who know what?"
I was goading him and he knew it.
"If you wanted it rough, all you had to do was ask. There was no need to rub it in my face that you've fucked other men."
He reached over to the drawer and pulled out a condom. He ripped the package open and quickly put it on.
As he settled himself between my legs, he pulled me in for a rough kiss.
He slid inside me hard and slightly rough. Before he moved anymore he looked me in the eye. "Would you want to hear of the other women that I used to try to get you out of my head?"
He pulled out slowly and pushed back in hard and fast.
I couldn't help the moan that came out of my mouth.
"Answer me!" He demanded with another hard pump of his hips.
I smirked up at him, "Only if you want to hear that I fucked other guys to try and forget about you."
He started slowly pumping in and out of me. While it may have been slow, it was very forceful.
He grabbed my hands and held them over my head as he began moving faster and harder. This is what I was hoping for. Angry sex with Edward had always been my favorite. I had been known to piss him off during sex many times.
"You know, Baby, I love you with everything that I am. I never stopped. This pussy is mine. Only I get to fuck it." He said as he brought a hand down and began to rub my clit.
"This ass is mine. No one else is allowed to touch it." He said as he pulled out and flipped me over so that my ass was in the air.
He slammed back into me and smacked me on the ass. I was getting louder and louder by the minute.
"These amazing tits," he said palming my breast, "they're mine, too. No other man will ever know your body the way I do."
I came hard as he finished his tirade. His movement became erratic and I knew what was coming and stopped him so that I could be under him again.
After situating my legs on his shoulders, he picked up right where he left off.
I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair and left my hand on his cheek. He leaned up to me and gave me a kiss that told me I was his and that he was back.
A few stokes later and his face got tight as he came.
He pulled out of me, pulled off the condom and tied it off before sitting it on the ground beside the bed.
He climbed back on top of me and rested his head on my chest.
"We can try this again. This sex is a one-time thing until you can prove that you are worth my time."
He opened his mouth to speak, but I put my hand over it.
"Let me finish. I never stopped loving you either, but you broke me. I just started getting my life back together. If you want this to work, you're going to have to woo me."
"Woo you? What are you 90?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Sorry. I fully intend to do everything that I can to make you see that I'm never leaving again."
"Good. Now get off me!"
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