A/N Loves to HollettLA. There's lots of loves all up in here today :) x
Off Piste
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Edward told me he loved me for the first time at the best moment I could think of. It was everyday and normal, and that was when it meant the most.
I had brought him to my Colorado house for the first time; he was going to meet my dad that night, over dinner with Jasper and Alice. I was shuffling around the kitchen making scrambled eggs for breakfast, wearing nothing but one of Edward's ski t-shirts. Adele was on the stereo, I was singing along totally lost in my own little world, happy as Larry. As I stood and finished off the eggs in the pan, soft warm hands appeared on my hips, and a delicate breath tickled at my neck. He didn't hesitate in speaking.
"I've been watching you for the last five minutes from the doorway, and I need to tell you that I love you."
"Okay," I said, like it was something that needed acceptance.
The eggs were ignored as I turned around, and he picked me up by my naked ass and plonked me on the bench. We'd already christened my bench over dinner the other night; looked like it was getting a second round. He was pulling his shirt over my head and mauling my lips, neck and chest.
"Edward, wait! I need to tell you something before I have your cock in me…"
His head lifted from where his mouth had been concentrating on my nipples. Those green eyes… Sweet-mother-of-Adonis-in-heaven, I prayed silently.
"…I fucking love you, too. Like, I really fucking love you."
"Baby…" he moaned, sounding supremely satisfied.
That was it for the declarations for now. He freed himself from his black briefs and showed me just how much he loved me, with his tongue loving my lips, and his cock loving my very responsive pussy.
I didn't want him to think I just said it because he had. Truth was that I had been thinking about it for a while now. Thinking and knowing. I knew when he looked at me like his day was going to be perfect just because he had woken up next to me. I knew when he'd pass me in the room, cup my cheek and kiss my forehead. I knew when we ended up laughing after one of us had been grumpy or bitching about something trivial. But I think it was the way we'd started our relationship that had the lingering effect of me wanting him to say it first. I knew it was stupid. The man had spoiled me and loved me like crazy without saying it for months now. I don't know why either of us had been biting our tongues from the urge to say the words.
I wouldn't bite my tongue any longer. It was fucking bursting from me; he had to know every day from now on.
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