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Prompt: Technology

"I'm pretty sure I can make it down a flight of stairs," I laughed as Edward held his arms out to me and my dad rolled his eyes.

"They have yet to invent technology to assist the incurably clumsy and I don't want those stitches to tear, or have to set a broken leg after you tumble down the stairs," he quipped, causing Charlie to snicker behind him.

I rolled my eyes but soon found myself being lifted over his shoulder. "Hey!" I exclaimed, "Put me down!" Charlie's snicker turned into a guffaw.

"I will," Edward said as he floated smoothly down the stairs. "As soon as it's safe."

Charlie followed us down, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile until I pointed at him sternly. Then he would fake a frown, only to have his mouth start twitching again. "I suppose you think this is hilarious," I asked him grumpily.

"Well, I must say, Bella, that only you could tear a four-inch gash in your leg with a nail that was only sticking out a few millimeters." I growled at him but he just waved it off. "Can't say I'm going to complain about him taking care of you, and you really should see your face."

We must have reached the couch because Edward dropped me quickly, catching me with one hand behind my back so that he could gently place me on the cushions. I glared at him, but he only laughed. "You look like a kitten who thinks she's a tiger," he teased, lightly touching my nose.

Charlie chuckled through his groan as he sat down on his recliner. "I'd be careful, Edward, that kitten still has teeth and claws."

"True," he agreed placing his hand on my cheek, stroking it slightly with his thumb, "but she's also soft and warm."

"Yes, well," Charlie said with an uncomfortable cough, "um, how did you get into surgery?"

With a wink at me Edward turned to talk to my father. "Carlisle was already working as a surgeon, and being quite successful. I was at Dartmouth in my junior year when he asked me to join him, wanting to either set up a practice or join one in a nice small town that would be safe for our family." He shifted next to me, giving me a smile.

As they continued talking Edward began to absentmindedly trace patterns on my good leg with his fingers. At least I thought they were absentminded until I looked up once during the conversation to see him looking down, fire in his eyes. That's when I noticed that his fingers were following the lines of my panties, just not rising high enough for Charlie to notice.

My breathing was picking up with his slow seduction. At one point I tried to grab his hand, a move he covered by lifting it to his lips and placing a kiss on my knuckles. He then returned our hands to the couch so his fingers could restart their hidden torture. It wasn't long before Charlie was asking if I was hurting, and trying to cover it up by breathing deeply. "Perhaps you should take something and go up to bed?" he asked, giving me the escape I needed.

"All right," I said, trying to pull myself up only to wobble on my bad leg. It really hurt when I pulled it a certain way, and my gasp of pain didn't go unnoticed by either man.

"Um, maybe you could carry her back up?" my dad asked. Edward readily agreed and picked me up as if I weighed nothing and headed for the stairs.

"Do you need help changing again?" he asked quietly, his fingers once again trailing fire on my leg, but this time it was the bad one and he was being careful to avoid my injury.

"Does changing imply other clothes coming back on?" I asked, my stomach fluttering over what his reply might be.

He chuckled darkly as he placed me on the bed. "I'll be back in a few minutes, after I wish your father a goodnight." And then he was gone. Seconds later I heard my father's gruff voice telling him goodnight and thanking him for taking care of me. I couldn't help but wonder what my dad would think if he knew what Edward's intentions really were.

Knowing I didn't have much time I reached back and unhooked my bra, pulling the straps down through the sleeves before yanking it out from under my t-shirt. I didn't trust myself to be fast enough to actually remove the shirt and get it back on before he was back through my window. "I always wondered how girls do that," I heard behind me. Thankfully I was already on the bed, so when I turned too quickly it only resulted in me falling onto my elbows.

"Don't startle me like that!" I hissed, stopping myself from throwing my bra at him just in time.

He crossed over to the bed, sitting down on the opposite side. My heart began hammering wildly as he reached for me and plucked me up as if I were nothing but a small doll. Settling me into his lap his hands splayed over my back where my bra had been, gently moving up and down as he pressed me forward into his chest. "I like you without a bra," he whispered into my ear, his lips ghosting over the skin there.

As his hands slid down again, so did his lips, barely making contact with my skin. I was forced to bend over backwards to allow him access. When they reached the top of my t-shirt one hand left my back, sliding around my side and up my stomach until his fingers reached the v in the neck. "I assume you have another t-shirt?" he asked, grinning crookedly.

"Mmhmm," I answered, panting heavily at the feeling of his palm between my breasts. Then I heard a ripping sound as his fingers shredded the fabric of my shirt as easily as he had that of my jeans.

Gently he pushed one torn piece aside, baring my breast. "Mine," he whispered, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the nipple. I gasped at the feeling of his cold lips on my sensitive skin. His lips left that breast as he nosed the other piece of material aside, trailing their way to my other nipple. "Mine," he repeated as he placed another gentle kiss there.

By now my breathing was reaching a level close to hyperventilation. It seemed I would allow him anything. No matter what he asked, my car, my life, my body, I offered it up to him willingly.

Soon my head was resting on the bed, my legs still across his lap as he trailed his lips down my stomach to the edge of my sweats. "Mine," he said a third time as he pushed down on the waistband, pushing my panties lower as well. But then he froze.

In an instant he was lifting me off the bed, pulling the shreds of my t-shirt from my body and crossing to my closet and pulling out the t-shirt I normally slept in and throwing it to me. "Your father," was all he said as he vaulted out of my window.

I scrambled to pull the tattered shirt on, looking around for the one he had ripped and not seeing it as Charlie knocked on the door. "You okay in there?" he asked.

"Yes," I called back, struggling with my shirt, my voice sounding as breathless as I felt.

"You sure?" he called. "You sound kind of winded."

"I'm fine, just struggling with my shirt."

"All right, night Bells," he said, walking to his room.

"Night dad," I called back, finally managing to get my shirt down. "Night Edward," I said softly.

"Not yet," came ghosting in my window.

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