Penname: Rochelle Allison
Derivative Fiction

Rating/Warning(s): M (this entry earns its rating)

Notes: continues the characters and scenario established by "Oceanic"

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Prompts:Blizzard

Alice and I were lying in my bed on Saturday afternoon, talking, when Edward showed up with two Dairy Queen Blizzards in hand. One of them was chocolate chip cookie dough, the one thing he knew I absolutely could not resist; I'd loved those things since we were kids.

He gave me my sweet treat and then leaned against the wall, staring at me over the top of his cup.

Alice smirked at me, straightening her shirt as she stood up. One of the things we'd been talking about was me and Edward and the ongoing evolution of our friendship…relationship…whatever it was at this point. She thought it made sense, that it was a natural progression, similar to how Rose was crushing on Emmett and she was jonesing for Jasper. These boys had been a part of our lives for as long as we could remember.

She zipped up her hoodie and leaned over me, kissing my cheek.

"Bye, Bella. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Ha," I snickered. "What does that leave?"

"Funny," she said, reaching up to ruffle Edward's hair on her way out. "See you guys. You coming out later?"

I glanced at Edward, wondering what he had in mind for the night.

Well, that wasn't completely true; I knew what he had in mind, what he wanted to do. What we wanted to do. It was kind of funny actually, the way he and I constantly referenced it, sometimes dancing around the subject, sometimes coming right out and saying it.

After a decade and a half of being just friends, Edward and I were going to sleep together.

"What're you looking at?" I asked, my tongue already going numb from the ice cream.

He didn't answer, opting to join me in bed.

We ate quietly for awhile, licking and slurping and sighing. I finished first, setting the empty cup on my nightstand.

"Who was your first?" he asked, out of nowhere.

I folded my legs Indian style. "Peter."

"Peter?"

I nodded.

"Wait, camp counselor Peter? Peter Greene?!" he choked.

Suppressing a grin, I nodded again.

Edward shuddered. "That's disturbing."

"Oh, whatever," I laughed. "Who was your first?"

"Tanya Denali."

"Tanya?" I gasped incredulously. "Garrett's girlfriend?"

Garrett was Edward's older brother. He'd been a senior when we were freshman, which meant that his hot tamale of a girlfriend, Tanya of the strawberry blonde locks and mile-long legs, had been at least four years older than Edward when she'd deflowered him.

Edward finished his Blizzard, and set it on the floor, smiling smugly. "We did it like, five times."

"I don't believe you!" I cried. "Did your brother ever find out??

He cocked his head, giving me a look. "Are you kidding me? He'd have killed me for sure. Anyway, that was back in the day. It's not like it matters now."

"Whatever you say," I chuckled, shaking my head. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"Bella. You had sex with our camp counselor. He could have been arrested, dude."

"He was eighteen, I was sixteen. Not that much of a difference," I retorted, sliding off the bed. I crossed over to my closet to get a sweater. Now that I'd downed that Blizzard, I was chilled to the bone. Things like that were better consumed in the summertime, not the biting chill of autumn.

I heard my bed creak as Edward got up, too. "Sixteen? So… that was the summer before last?"

"Mhm," I said absently, pulling a thick pair of socks on. Edward didn't say anything after that so I looked up at him curiously. He seemed… out of sorts. He looked back at me eventually, clasping his hands behind his head as he stood over me.

"Did you hook up with him this summer, too?" he asked casually.

Blushing, I nodded.

"Weird," he said softly.

"Not really. I mean, you've been around the block more than a few times," I shrugged, keeping my tone light. Never once had Edward's past conquests – or actual girlfriends – bothered me, and I wasn't going to start tripping now.

"I think you think I've been with more girls than I have," he said, shaking his head. "Anyway, you ready?"

"Yep."

My heart skipped a beat.

He waited while I grabbed my bag and I followed him out, down the hall and the stairs. I ducked my head into the living room, where my parents were watching TV.

"Going out?" Mom asked.

"Yeah," I kissed her and then my father briefly on their cheeks, hoping my face didn't look as red as it felt.

"Drive safe, Edward," my father mumbled, not taking his eyes off the screen. To them, this was like any other night, me going out with any one of my friends. And in a way, it was.

Sort of.

Why was I so nervous?

"No problem. See ya Charlie, Renee," Edward said, already headed toward the front door.

In the car, I was hyper aware of Edward's proximity, imagining I could feel the heat from his arm as it lay next to mine on the console between us. He stretched his fingers, linking them through mine. My stomach quivered.

It didn't take long for us to get to the Cullen's. Edward grinned as we walked through his front door, slipping his arm around my shoulder.

My heart started beating faster and faster and by the time we were upstairs it was racing. Edward shut the door, locking it, and kicked off his shoes.

Being with him this way had been on my mind all week, ever since we'd gotten drunk in my room and I'd let him touch me. I was excited, because my feelings for him were growing, undeniably, but I was super nervous, too. Peter-the-camp-counselor was the only guy I'd ever slept with, and I'd only done it three or four times.

"You look like you're going to the electric chair," Edward teased, tugging me by the belt loops.

"I'm fine," I said, letting him pull me over to that damned waterbed. We tumbled gracelessly on to it.

He ran his hand just under my shirt, over my belly button. "We don't have to…"

"I want to," I said quietly.

He kissed me slowly, touching his lips to mine before pushing them apart. Exploring my mouth with his tongue, he shifted so that he was on top of me, warm and perfect between my thighs.

I slipped my fingers through his hair, loving how soft it was against my hands.

"I'm taking your sweater off," he said, pulling us both into a sitting position so he could do just that. My shirt came off too, leaving me in my bra and jeans. He paused, looking at my chest, kissing it before moving to unbutton my jeans.

I watched as he took off his clothes, too, and then climbed back on top of me.

"Bella," he whispered, his eyes soft as he bit his lip. "You're really, really pretty."

"I'm already sleeping with you, you don't have to talk me into bed," I joked, shivering. I wrapped my arms around him to warm up.

"It's weird, seeing you like this," he gazed at me as he stroked his thumb down my cheek. "You're sort of perfect…"

I quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Mhm," he kissed me again, on my mouth and then my neck, sucking and licking until I was writhing beneath him. He slipped his fingers into me, making me moan, my coherence draining like an exhaled breath.

"You're so wet," he groaned, pulling his hand out. He rolled us onto our sides to unclasp my bra and then took it off, his eyes immediately going for my breasts. "Wow."

"Stop it," I giggled, his compliments making me all gooey inside. "You're silly."

"No I'm not," he laughed, scooting down and sucking a nipple into his mouth.

"Oh," I breathed, my body stiffening in pleasure. "That's…"

"Mhm," he agreed, pulling his mouth away. I took my underwear off and he flung them across the room.

"You better find those for me later," I warned. I wasn't as self conscious as I thought I'd be. Edward jumped off the bed to yank his boxers off and grab something – I guessed a condom – from his desk.

I watched him put it on, and then he got back onto his bed, which of course, rocked with his weight. I'd almost forgotten this was a waterbed…

"You said you wanted things to be normal between us," he breathed, positioning himself. "This is normal, Bella."

"I know," I said, closing my eyes. He pushed his way inside me, and he felt so good I gasped, my eyes popping open again and meeting his.

We didn't talk anymore. He moved slowly at first, getting used to the feeling and letting me get used to it, too. It had never been this way with Peter, never felt quite this good, this deep, this arousing.

Nothing fancy, nothing different. Just he and I, moving together and breathing together, quietly surprised at this level of connection. I could see it on his face; I'd never seen him so serious, so focused… on me.

Gentle waves rolled through the bed, soothing and sort of sexy; I felt like I was floating… except for the epicenter of pleasure between my legs.

Edward leaned back, wrapping my leg around his body.

"I want you to come," he said, his eyes dark.