The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: 13 Hunger

Main Character: Leah/Rose

Rating: M

Word Count: 495

"You need to let me go for thirty minutes."

"Nah, I'm happy keeping you here." She continues her kisses down my neck and across my collar bones.

"You haven't let me get up for over twelve hours. I need to refuel." My stomach agrees by making a loud grumble.

She pouts.

"But I don't want to let you go."

"If you don't, there won't be much left of me for you to continue loving on."

She reaches over and grabs her phone. "Delivery for Cullen. The Usual. And make it fast for an extra twenty."

"Happy? Now where were we?" She tosses the phone across the room onto the couch. Her bare breasts end up in front of my face, the dusty buds swinging a bit from the motion. She knows how much I love them, sucking, massaging, staring. She thinks she can distract me using them until the food gets here. If it were five hours earlier when I started asking for food, they would have. They did.

"Rose, I really can't do much else. How often do I have to remind you that I burn through my reserves quickly. I'm not human. I'm not vampire. I need more calories and more often than everyone around us."

"Yes, this is why I hid something under the bed. I knew I would tire you out."

"There has been food here this entire time? And you kept it from me?" I push her off of me, off the bed. She lands on all fours on the rug, her hair concealing her face from my view. I roll over and look under the bed. Jerky. Two bags. I rip the first bag open and shove the fistfull into my mouth.

A growl distracts me before I can shove the second bunch into my mouth.

I growl back, delicately grasping a single strip between my teeth.

Her piercing gaze locks onto mine. She stands, her hair covering the nipples she recently teased me with.

The intake of calories helps calm me down. I swallow.

"Leah, what the hell? If you were really that starving, you would have used your nose and noticed it had been there the entire time. Hell last time, you flipped me over, opened the drawer, pulled out the Twizzlers and kept going."

I push off the bed and stalk toward her. My arm reaches out, brushing the blond curls away from my goal. As I am about to stroke the length of her clit, her fingers wrap around my wrist.

A smile crosses her face. "This time, I want slow, loving and gentle. I want you under me."

I lean in and kiss her. Slow as requested.

Her hand releases me, gliding up my ribcage. Her thumb traces the underside of my breast.

Ding-dong

"More food for you. More kissing for me. Be right back."

She leaves, a robe being thrown over her shoulders covering the ass I love so much.

What a tease.

AN All mistakes are mine.