A/N: Edward will start being more prominent from here on out! Thanks to those that are sticking around!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Lesson #13: Second impressions can do wonders.
"You're right, you have gained a significant amount of weight," Edward said as he pressed his fingers to my stomach, "But, uh, don't worry. You still look fine."
I recognized that tone.
"You're lying," I crowed, "You think I look fat, don't you?"
"Wait –what? No," Edward said, clearly flustered, "That's not what I meant at all. You look fine; more than fine! I mean, honestly, you're possibly the sexiest woman I've ever met. Wait, I didn't mean to say that … out loud at least –what I meant was-,"
Note: Let it be known that Edward did continue rambling like an idiot to correct himself for approximately the next five minutes; however, my mind chose to tune out everything after he said 'the sexiest woman I've ever met.' Because really. Who would listen after that?
"Oh, Edward," I threw my arms around him, not even waiting for him to finish speaking. "You know just what to say."
"Truthfully, Bella," he stuttered, "I have no idea what I just said."
"That's okay," I murmured, "You called me sexy. That's all that counts."
"Okay good," he sighed, "Because I'm pretty sure I also said you scare the fuck out of me."
I let out a hearty laugh as I looked up at him.
Big mistake.
Now, I could blame my actions on the pregnancy hormones, but I pretty sure I would have attacked Edward regardless. All I could say was that the moment I looked up into his large pools of green, I could help but suction my lips to his. Thankfully, he responded almost as enthusiastically as I did, and his hands quickly slipped down to my ample backside.
The extra weight had definitely traveled there too.
I, not so gently, pushed him atop the toilet and straddled his waist, throwing my entire being into the kiss. He ripped his shirt off in record timing, and I slid my body against his repeatedly. Just the warm rub of our skin was enough to have my body humming. We continued for a few moments before his hands traveled to my chest, and dipped beneath my bra. Being topless had its advantages.
In the back of my mind I registered that this was Edward, the man who had sat on my face, wounded my shin, and insulted my cooking all within the course of one day. And yet, as he worked his lips down my chest, that awkward, bumbling man was nowhere to be found. I was several different levels of turned on in that moment.
Soon enough I was being led to his room, and laid across his comforter. I wanted him so badly that I was easier to spread than melted butter on toast. That (although Edward will probably tell you that it was his sexual prowess) and I was extremely horny from the hormones.
It was then that I ended up sleeping with the fourth man in that house.
Note: Sometimes it just takes a well-placed compliment, and an admittance of sheer terror to gain someone's acceptance…and to get into someone's pants.
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~CH