A/N: hee hee...sorry for the teensy cockblock ending in the last chapter, but I'm super hopeful this one makes up for it. Thanks to everyone who's been reading and all you fabulous peeps who've been reviewing and letting me know what you think. You all rock hardcore!
Huge thanks to the usual crew of misfits that I somehow lucked into helping me with this fic. Big smooches to Char for betaing this puppy and for putting up with my abuse of the comma. And bewbgropes for Gin & Lara for prereading this shiz. Srsly. One day I will take all your hysterical sprinkles and compile them into a word doc. It probably wouldn't make sense, but it would be hilarious. oh, and any mistakes left are purely my own!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just enjoy getting them high...
I look around Edward's room while I wait for him to come back. I pick at my nails nervously while looking over the stack of DVDs he has near his bed, doing anything to distract myself from my thoughts. It doesn't work, and so my mind reviews what I've just learned.
1. Edward wants to have sex with me.
2. Edward is not a virgin.
3. Edward may or may not love me. Maybe.
I decide to not even bother thinking about number three for the moment and focus on the first two. Of course, I immediately zone in on the fact that Edward's not a virgin. I'm not entirely surprised, so it's not like this is some huge shock, but still...I'm kind of irrationally sad about it. Then, for some reason, I think about Alice and what she shared with me when we were at the mall. She's done it before, but it's going to be something special when she finally gets to do it with Jasper...because he's special. I cling to the last thing Edward said before he ran downstairs.
But it was stupid and meaningless, and I didn't...I didn't love her or anything.
I really hope that he means it won't be stupid and meaningless with me. Which brings me to point number one - Edward Cullen wants to have sex with me. That thought alone makes me giddy and freaked the fuck out all at once. Like, I'm pretty sure I'm breaking out into hives at the thought. But still, they're sexy 'I-can't-believe-I'm-thinking-about-sex' hives. I groan, realizing I'm trying to make hives sound sexy. Clearly, I'm completely stoned right now. My attention drifts as I hear thudding footsteps bound up the stairs. A few moments later, Edward appears in the doorway, leaning against it for a second. He looks absolutely edible.
"So...lasagna should be ready in twenty minutes or so. I know it's not really dinner time yet, but I'm getting hungry," he says, patting his flat stomach.
As his hand moves back up to support him in the doorway, I notice as his shirt rides up a bit, exposing a bit of his skin. Light brown hair dusts it, and I really want to reach out and touch it. So I do. I've apparently grown a set of lady balls and I'm gonna use them to go touch my man. I get up and walk over to him, allowing my fingers to brush the exposed skin as soon as I reach it. Edward's hand closes over mine.
"Bella," he growls out, his tone almost warning.
I look up at him, batting my eyelashes.
"What?"
Somehow, Edward wraps his arm, along with mine around me and leads me to the couch. He sits us both down but never stops holding my hand.
"I think we should...you know...talk, first, before we do that."
Oh shit. Does he think I want to have sex with him? I mean, yes, of course I do, just not now. I rush to make sure that he doesn't think I'm trying to do that now, quickly, before our lasagna is ready.
"Yes, of course we should. I don't...I don't think I'm ready yet, actually," I blush. "But...does that mean we can't do...anything?"
The sudden appearance of my lady balls begins to waver, and I start to worry that maybe he doesn't want to do anything. I probably sound really stupid and have ruined everything. When I glance up, I notice that Edward's eyes look a bit darker, and he's staring at me really strangely.
It's kind of hot.
Edward's hands come down on either side of me as he leans in, nipping at my ear.
"Oh, we can definitely do something," he groans, licking the shell of my ear.
My body shudders, and I reach up to pull him closer. I end up falling backwards a bit, and Edward follows, his lips seeking mine. We kiss for a few minutes, and it's completely filled with frantic lips mashing against each other as if we're in a race but I'm not sure what the prize is. When Edward's outer leg falls over the side of the couch and his hips come in contact with mine, I think I have a better idea of what the prize is, since it's digging right into my side.
Edward's peen.
I really want to touch it this time.
While we continue to kiss, my hands move up and down his chest, sometimes drifting underneath his shirt, rubbing at the cool skin they find there. Edward does the same, but from his position, he's unable to get his hands around me on both sides because of the couch. He nods towards his bed.
"Do you maybe want to move? It might be more comfortable."
I gulp, and without even realizing it, my teeth clamp down on my lower lip, chewing on it nervously.
"Um, yes?" I say, but it comes out more like a question.
I want to go to his bed and be more comfortable, but I'm also afraid that being on the bed will lead to things happening way too quickly, and that scares me a bit. Edward sits up and pulls me with him. His hand shoots out to caress my cheek, and I can't help but lean my face into his palm. After kissing me on the forehead, Edward stands up.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, his eyes beseeching mine.
I stare at him, seeing nothing but honesty swimming around in the dark pools of emerald green staring back at me. I lick my now dry lips and nod.
"Yes."
I take his outstretched hand and stand up, following him the three short feet to his bed. He sits down first and pats the space next to him. I sit down, folding my legs up underneath me, and turn to face him slightly. Immediately, Edward's hands are in my hair, pulling me closer as his lips attack mine. He pushes himself further back on the bed, and I shift around until I'm straddling him. As our kisses grow more frantic, his hands leave my hair and fly under my shirt, caressing whatever bare skin he can find. The rough pads of his fingers brush against my ribs and tickle, making me squirm.
Thankfully, Edward moves his hands up, past my ribs and cups my boobs through the thin fabric of my cotton bra. This time I'm wearing a front clasp one, and he must feel the plastic snap in the middle, because he somehow deftly opens it up without even looking. Then, his hands are directly on my skin, pinching my nipples and rolling them between his fingers. I can't even be bothered to care about the sounds coming out of my mouth. I want to feel more of Edward, so I make him take his shirt off, lamenting the loss of his hands on my body for the brief five seconds he needs to peel off his shirt.
As soon as his arms are free, I launch myself back at him, all nervous energy suddenly gone. I'm fueled by lust and hormones right now, and my mind is allowing me this brief respite from its usual continuous monologue of self doubt and worry. I kiss Edward's lips once more before moving down to lick his scruffy jaw. It feels like sandpaper on my tongue but tastes fucking phenomenal, like smoke and earthiness and boy. I continue making my way down, kissing and nipping at his neck, stopping to suck at the throbbing pulse point right below his chin.
"Bella," Edward growls, almost in warning as his fingers dip below my waist, cupping my butt. I shift, grinding up against him, and I can feel how hard he is, and my earlier thought comes thundering back. I want to feel him. All of him. I brush my fingers through the coarse hair right above his pants and bravely sink them lower. Amidst a bunch more thick hair, I feel the smoothness of his peen, sandwiched between his body and clothes.
Before I'm able to reach down any further, Edward grips my hand, causing me to look up at him.
"Oh, you don't want me to?" I ask, suddenly ashamed.
"Of course I do," he says, a hint of panic in his voice. "But...I kind of wanted to um...touch you first. If...if that's okay."
I gulp and nod my head, having no idea what to do. Edward seems to sense my nervousness because he gently flips us around, so I'm laying beneath him. He hovers over me, bending down to whisper in my ear.
"Trust me."
My body relaxes at his words and melts even further at his tender touch. Hovering above me, Edward slithers down so he's sort of kneeling between my outstretched legs, his head right at my belly. Edward grins before lifting up my shirt and kissing my stomach as his hands move down towards my legs. His fingers start fiddling with the buttons on my pants, and I start to squirm in anticipation of what's to come. I hear the sound of my zipper being dragged down and lift up my hips slightly, allowing Edward to pull my jeans down. I'm glad that I've left my shirt on because once my pants come off and I feel the cool breeze on my bare legs, I become nervous at how exposed I am. As it is, I am eternally grateful that I remembered to shave my legs the other day.
As Edward moves his hands up my now bare legs, I glance down and want to smack my head. I realize too late that I'm wearing the lamest undies ever. They may not be as bad as my white Fruit of the Loom granny briefs, which are like the most non sexy things ever, but they're definitely no cheekies. Instead, Edward has the pleasure of seeing me in light green bikini cut undies that are covered in a vibrant daisy print. Awesome. I also notice that a few curly black hairs are sticking out the sides of them, which I can only imagine add to the allure. However, any and all thoughts over what I'm wearing disappear the moment Edward's finger strokes right between my legs, making me throb with an ache I've never felt before.
With no thought at all, I instinctively thrust my hips into his hand, needing more friction. It's only when Edward's fingers make another sweeping pass, this time a bit firmer, do I realize with great embarrassment how wet I feel down there. Edward's hand moves to my outer thigh, and I rub my legs together, hoping that feeling this wet is normal. I mean, usually I'm enjoying my special time in the shower, so who the fuck knows how wet I am with the water going. Edward doesn't seem put off at all, however, and is gently moves my legs apart. His fingers skim the edge of my undies, dipping below and through the damp curls. He doesn't take them off, though, and continues to explore beneath them with his long fingers.
He rubs the outside of my vag, spreading the wetness around, and I'm pretty sure these undies are now going to be ruined forever, but I'm also pretty sure that I don't care at all. I start to relax some more, enjoying the feel of Edward's fingers rubbing me down there. I gasp when he uncurls his fingers and thrusts one inside of me. It feels funny at first, like he's digging around in there for something and I start to get nervous about whether or not he might scratch me with his fingernail. My crazy thoughts don't last long as he adds one more finger and continues to pump them both inside of me. It feels really good and the twingles are back in full force. I'm whimpering and sighing and want to scream out loud but don't want to frighten him off, either.
When Edward's thumb presses a certain spot, I jerk up into his hand, my hips moving without my permission. Edward seems to like that, though, and while his fingers continue to work their magic, his mouth makes its way back up my stomach, pressing kisses along the way. I start to feel a hot coil of energy build up in my stomach. It's a crazy mixture of butterflies, stomach pangs and the most incredible feeling ever. Fuck! Science needs to bottle this shit and sell it for something. It's that good. Edward curls the fingers he has inside of me up, and they hit some sort of perfect spot because I completely unfold, crying out his name a few more "fucks!" for good measure.
My head flops down against his pillows, and I take a second to catch my breath. Edward removes his fingers from me and scoots up to sit next to me, but not before pressing a quick kiss right above the line of my undies near my hip bone. Gah. My undies are completely soaked now, and I might have to shove some toilet paper into them to make it somewhat bearable. Or, I might just have to take them off and go commando. I laugh at the thought, but since I'm so spent, it comes out as a sigh.
"You okay?" Edward asks, stroking the inside of my arm lightly.
"More than okay. That was...yeah. That was fucking phenomenal," I admit, throwing my hand up over my face to prevent him from seeing how flushed I am.
I peek out through my fingers to see that Edward has a cocky grin on his face. But that's not the only thing I notice. My eyes drift down his naked chest, which is covered in a slight sheen of sweat, to his pants, where is peen is struggling to break free. I reach out and stroke him through the thick material, and even through his jeans, I can feel it twitch at my touch. I need to see it.
"Can you...can you take your pants off?" I ask, the slight shakiness of my voice betraying me.
Not even a second later, Edward chucks his pants off, tossing them away, and I take the chance to look him over. He's lanky and a bit bony, to be honest, and for a second, I think he might be skinnier than me, which is sort of weird. But as I look closer, I notice that his arms and chest are actually defined with muscle, and a brown sprinkling of hair trails from his belly button right down towards his...
Oh!
I toss my hand up to my mouth to stop the eruption of giggles that's about to occur, but it's too late. I can't help it. For the first time, I notice Edward's boxers, and they're a bit absurd. They're navy blue and covered in a print of frying pans filled with eggs and bacon. Could they be anymore obvious? Like, "Hello! Huge slab of bacon and a fresh set of eggs inside!"
"Cute boxers," I say through a giggle, so Edward doesn't think I'm laughing at his body or anything. Because that would be ridiculous. There is no way in hell I would ever laugh at the beautiful boy in front of me. And with that realization, I sober up as my fingers traces the curves of the muscles in his arms. I look up and see the slight pink hue to Edward's cheeks.
"Yeah," he shrugs. "My mom gets them for me. Whatever."
"No. I like them," I remark quietly as my finger trails even lower.
I dip my finger tentatively into the elastic band of his boxers, sweeping it back and forth. Edward's grunts and groans spur me on as I settle back over him, straddling his legs. I'm not sure if I can handle him being completely naked, which is insane since he's only one pair of silly boxers away from laying in front of me in his birthday suit. But I figure the boxers provide some sort of reminder that we're not going to do that just yet. Instead of tearing his boxers off, I pull open the slot in the front and reach in. I find his hard peen immediately, and wrap my fingers around it. It feels really warm, and despite being so hard, it's actually pretty soft to the touch. Like, the skin of the peen is silky smooth. I wonder if that's because Edward uses a lot of lotion or something when he jerks off.
Thoughts of Edward jerking himself off kind of make me horny and I want to see his peen already. I pull it out through the hole in his boxers. My hand strokes up and down lazily as I stare at it. It's not as veiny as Tyler's, and then I feel bad for even thinking of another guy's peen right now. I shake my head and focus on Edward. As my hand moves up, my thumb sweeps over the head, dipping slightly into the hole at the top. Edward shudders, and I look up at him. His eyes are shut, and his fists are curled into tight balls. I hope I'm not hurting him.
"Are you okay?" I ask, worried that maybe he's not enjoying this.
"Uh huh," he grunts out and moves one of his hands over mine, so we're both holding his peen. "Can you do it harder, please?"
Harder? At least I know I'm not hurting him. I continue moving my hand up and down, this time tightening my grip and trying to squeeze and move it all at the same time. It's sort of tricky to find a movement that feels right and soon my wrist starts to hurt a bit. I swap hands, and start jerking him off with my left one, but that's not good at all, because I'm not able to maintain any pressure with my less dominant hand and still stroke him in a relatively smooth manner. I flex my right wrist a few times then swap back to that hand. Edward moans out, "Faster!" and I do my best to comply, but it's tricky since both his peen and my hand are dry, causing me to sometimes get caught up and lose momentum.
He's starting to leak out the tip, so I sweep my hand over it, gathering some up to use as lube, but it's more sticky than slick, really and not very helpful. Not wanting this to be the worst handjob in all of handjob history, I quckly spit into my palm, hoping Edward doesn't notice. His eyes are closed again, so I think it's gone unseen. I keep jerking him off with my hand while peppering his chest with kisses, since I can't quite reach his lips from my current position. He seems to like that based on the "Ugh, yes!" that comes from his mouth, so I keep doing it, fascinated by how his body is squirming and writhing beneath me. All of a sudden, Edward stills, his body tightening up before he grunts out something unintelligible. A few seconds later, his peen is pulsing in my hand, which is now covered in a stream of hot, sticky jizz.
I give him one more pump, you know, just in case there's anything left in there that needs to come out, but as it deflates in my hand, it seems that he's all done. Edward reaches around and finds a box of tissues right on his night stand and he grabs a few and hands them to me. I wipe my hand, but the tissue doesn't seem to get it off, so I quickly run to the bathroom and wash my hands, scrubbing carefully to get it all off. After washing my hands, I realize that my undies are no longer only wet but wet and cold. The feeling is not pleasant at all, but I'm not about to walk back into Edward's room not wearing them. Instead, I grab a piece of toilet paper and wipe myself, astounded by how wet I still am. I'm still kinda damp after a few good swipes, so I take another piece of toilet paper, fold it in half and stick it inside my undies. It's kinda gross, but it will have to do for now. Hopefully, Edward doesn't notice anything.
When I return, Edward's wearing a fresh pair of boxers and a lazy grin on his face. He's putting on a new t-shirt but is still sitting on his bed. He holds his hand out, and I grab it, tumbling onto the bed next to him. Within seconds, I'm laying flat on my back, with Edward hovering above me. He plants wet kisses over my entire face, speaking in between each one.
"That," kiss. "was unfuckingbelievable." kiss. "You are." kiss. "absolutely incredible." kiss.
I blush and move my head to kiss him back.
"Thanks," I mutter, sort of embarrassed.
"No," he replies with a shake of his head. "Thank you."
I giggle and push him off of me so I can snuggle into his side. We lay there for a while, each of us trying to calm ourselves down after that massive sexy time workout. I hear a faint beeping in the distance and nudge Edward to see if he hears it as well. He gets up and opens his bedroom door, and that's when the smell hits us. Something is burning. Edward grabs his pants and tosses them on quickly as he flies down the stairs. I'm behind him a moment later after putting on my own pants. I make it into the kitchen just in time to see him open the oven. Using a dishcloth, he carefully takes the pan out and places it on a hot plate.
"Oh, fuck!" Edward grumbles, peeling back the aluminum foil that's covering the pan.
Black smoke wafts up from it, stinging my eyes. He pokes at the charred mess with a spatula, grimacing.
"Yeah...we're not going to be eating this tonight," he says apologetically.
I walk up behind him and slide my hands around his waist.
"It's okay. It was uh...kind of worth it. I mean, I'm sure your mom's lasagna is tasty, but..." I trail off.
Edward snorts but agrees with me, slapping my ass on his way across the kitchen to the fridge.
"I'm sure I can find something else."
He begins rifling through the fridge but comes up empty.
"Damnit!" I hear him swear under his breath, and it's kind of cute that he's so upset over the fact that dinner is ruined. I'm pretty sure I'd take one hundred burnt lasagnas for a replay of what just happened in Edward's room.
"Ooh!" Edward exclaims excitedly, his mood suddenly shifting.
"What?"
"I just remembered...White Castle!"
I watch as the smile on his face grows impossibly bigger.
"White Castle?"
"Yeah," he nods eagerly. "The guys told me that they just opened one near here so you don't need to drive all the way to Port Angeles anymore. I could really go for a burger right about now. Plus, it's fast food, so it won't take long."
Edward seems really proud and excited that he came up with this idea, and sure, a burger sounds fine to me as well. I nod my head in agreement and follow Edward out to his car. We head out of his driveway, and he reaches over to grab my hand, holding it like it's the most natural thing in the world. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hand around mine. I must drift off a bit because the next thing I know, Edward is stopped at a light, cursing out loud.
"Shit! I swear it's around here somewhere. Aro told me that he and Marcus found it once. They took the I-90 to exit three. Or...was it thirty-three? No, that can't be right. Fuck!" Edward cries out, slamming his hand against the steering wheel.
I mean, I love a good White Castle burger as much as the next person, but it really isn't the end of the world. I place my hand on his thigh, hoping to help calm him down. It seems to work as his grip on the steering wheel loosens, and he lets up on the gas.
"There's a Wendy's two blocks that way," I point, figuring that it will be just as good.
"Fine," Edward grumbles, as he turns on his signal.
Six minutes later, we're sitting in a booth at Wendy's, about to dig in to some greasy food. The only sounds coming from us are slurps and groans of delight as our bellies fill up with greasy burgers and fries. I finish my burger quickly, not at all surprised at how hungry I am. I still have a bunch of fries left, as well as my Frosty. I pry the top off the shake as Edward watches me carefully. I take a fry, dip it into the chocolatey goodness and then pop it into my mouth, savoring it.
"What the hell was that?" Edward asks, staring at me.
"What was what?"
"You just dipped your fry in your Frosty. And then ate it," he clarifies as if I'm not here and didn't just experience it.
"Um, yeah I did. It's only the best thing ever," I tell him, much to his amusement.
"Sure it is," Edward says with a laugh, shaking his head.
"Try it," I urge, dipping another fry in the Frosty and hold it out to him.
Edward cocks an eyebrow, looking at me suspiciously.
"Do you trust me?" I ask, my words echoing his from earlier, yet without the gravity of a super sexy situation surrounding us. It's just me, Edward, some fries and a Frosty.
He gives me a smirk and a wink before opening his mouth as I place the fry in it. Edward trusts me. He chews thoughtfully before pronouncing it, "damn good."
I smile, thinking that good things will continue to come, in more ways than one, if we both keep on trusting each other.
A/N: 1st: If you have never had french fries dipped in a Frosty/milkshake, drop what you're doing and go hit that shiz NAO!
2nd: Just a reminder that the fabby fab Linzzer220 is hosting a read-a-long of The Hood on 5/10 - more info can be found here: http://theficbridge(DOT)blogspot(DOT)com (it will update some point on the 10th with the time for the read-a-long)
3rd: Instead of a Hood update, next week I'll be posting the new Stonerward outtake in the fic: The Director's Cut (It's his own unique take on chapter 7!)