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He Said
Bella sat up, looking like she'd just been through a war.
Which, in a way, she had.
"I need a shower," she said, in a very small voice. "I smell like," she sniffed her arm, "sex and condiments."
"Sex and candy," I said, chuckling appreciatively.
She gave me a funny look and inched off the bed.
So, she didn't invite me into the shower with her. Maybe it was just as well. I got up, got dressed and made my way downstairs, looking at her things along the way. Her house smelled nice, like baking things.
I slipped out the front door and returned to my cave, already relieved to be back on home soil.
Except for the four people playing Twister in my living room.
"What the hell's this?"
"Back so soon?" Rose asked, positioning her ankle near Jasper's knee.
"Yeah man, we thought you'd be up there for another – "
"Out. Everyone. I need to clean up."
They looked at me, all weirded out.
"I was in a food fight! For the love of God, just go! Please!"
Without looking to see if they were leaving, I jogged upstairs and started the shower, shivering in relief when I hit the hot water.
The fog was clear. I'd screwed Bella right out of my system.
I was rather proud of myself; I'd stood up to the She-Witch. Had come face to face with her and survived, not even turning to stone in the process.
She Said
It wasn't too surprising to find my house empty when I came out of the bathroom.
Edward wasn't exactly a stand up guy, no pun intended.
Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I peeled the dirty, ketchupy sheets from my bed and tossed them into the washer downstairs. I got dressed, ran a brush through my hair, and marched right next door.
Edward answered the door, looking and smelling rather clean and appealing.
"Thanks for saying goodbye, jerk."
He frowned, glancing back toward my house as if we were still in it.
"You can't just come and enchant me into bed and then leave like some cheesy cowboy in the movies. Have some respect."
"Did I enchant you?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Ugh." I turned to go but he grabbed my arm.
"Come in."
"No."
He rolled his eyes and yanked me inside. "You came over here because you wanted to come in so stop playing around."
I shrugged, folding my arms and looking around. Kinda messy, but not so bad. It smelled like… vanilla and lavender? I sniffed, looking surreptitiously for the source of such ridiculousness.
"Ya like that, eh? Glade Plug-ins, girl. Keeps the cave fresh," Edward informed me, pointing as we passed the living room.
"You play Twister?"
"Nah, that was Em and Jas. And your friends."
"Oh." I tried to shake the image from my head. "So anyway – "
"You didn't even invite me into the shower," he sighed, rooting around his fridge.
"I didn't invite you into my house or into my bedroom but you had no issues there," I reminded him.
"Ah, but you did invite me into your cooch."
"You're disgusting."
"That's not what you were saying a half hour ago."
"Well, I was horny. I'm over that now."
"Really?" He opened a beer and set it in front of me. "I think we should do it again."
"I'm sure you do," I said dryly, taking a sip.
"I'm serious."
"Oh, I know you are."
We eyed one another speculatively across the counter.
"I think you're selfish and rude and immature."
"I think you're hot." He shrugged. "As well as stuck up, whiny and high maintenance."
He thought I was hot. Hm.
"Admit it. You like this," he said, pointing to himself. "I see you looking."
Now I was the one shrugging, chugging more beer before I could either say something "stuck up" or terribly honest.
Suddenly he was in front of me, standing between my legs and taking my beer away. He broke the suction I had going and beer dribbled down my chin. He leaned down and licked it off.
"Come on, Ice Princess."
"Come where?"
"Come on." He kissed me, snaking his tongue into my mouth in a way that should've earned him a slap but earned him a groan instead.
"You're a two minute man," I whispered once he'd started nibbling on my ear.
"Not usually…"
"Mhm."
"I'm serious. You felt really good…"
A wicked case of the giggles descended upon me. I couldn't stop laughing.
He backed up, shaking his head. But he was smiling a little.
"Okay, Medusa. Way to slay a man's fragile ego."
"I'm sorry," I snickered, trying to get a grip.
He pulled me off the bar stool by my belt loops and led me into the living room.
"You, me. Right here. Twister. Whoever loses has to take the other one out to dinner," he announced.
I smirked, loving that he couldn't even ask me on a date properly.
"Fine."
He went first – this was a habit, I could see –and then I went.
Soon we were tangled up, grunting and laughing and cussing. I took my move and fell onto him, flattening him in the process.
"Ha I win!" he crowed, his face red from having been upside down.
I straddled him. "Says who?"
He reached up and unbuttoned my Henley.
"No front close bra?"
"Why make it easy for you?"
"So you were expecting some action when you came over here?" he asked, grinning.
I flicked his nose.
"Oh, damn Bella."
I shifted, rolling against his erection just to watch his eyes flutter. Finally he stilled me and returned to my shirt, opening it further.
"Ah, girls. I've missed you," he said, twiddling a nipple through my bra.
I had to admit, they'd missed the bastard too.
i just...i love everybody.
