A/N Listen to the song – Citizen Cope featuring Santana "Sideways", preferably before/as you read. Love to LAH for being genuinely amazing.

Off Piste

-28-

The lights were low. I had a glass of pinot noir in my hand, the iPod playing through the sound system, and I was trying to make the most of the solitude to sway and croon in front of the fireplace crackling away in the living room. Edward was due back in the morning from doing race practice in Canada. We were heading to Europe on the World Cup circuit next week.

I had a warm, mellow buzz rolling through my body, trying to deny myself the ache that Edward's short absence had left me with. I heightened it by playing all the smoothest songs in our playlist. Santana's "Sideways" was currently on repeat. It did things to me. It reminded me of Edward, Vancouver, and our first years together.

The song started over again. I shut my eyes and swayed my hips, taking another sip of wine. I could feel the fabric of Edward's open button-down floating against the skin below my panties. It was late, too late to worry about pants anymore. I wore a little black tank under his open shirt.

You know it ain't easy

For these thoughts here to leave me

There's no words to describe it

In French or in English

I let my head fall back as I enjoyed the warmth from the fire on my body. The room felt heavy with the weight of my mood. My hips continued to move to the melody as I sang out the words that I understood completely.

'Cause diamonds they fade

And flowers they bloom

And I'm telling you

Another voice made mine stop; the words behind me were accompanied by the feeling of light fingers on my hips,

"These feelings won't go away

They've been knockin' me sideways…"

He sang softly; only very rarely was his guitar playing accompanied by his voice. I wished it was more often; his voice was silken. My heart sped up noticeably.

"They've been knockin' me out lately

Whenever you come around me

These feelings won't go away…"

He drew my back up against his body, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me close.

"Couldn't you feel my eyes on you?" he whispered against my neck.

"Too much wine," I whispered back.

"So, this is what you get up to while I'm gone." He kissed where his words met my skin.

"Mm," I moaned in agreement.

"I'd rather you did this when I was here to watch. What were you going to do with all your sexual tension when the song finished?" His words were so soft, melding into the mood.

"Save it to use on you when I saw you," I whispered.

The hand wrapped around my stomach shifted, slipping imperceptibly into my panties. He palmed me suggestively, and then slipped two fingers into my wetness. He pushed his shirt off my shoulder a little, and I dropped my head to the opposite side to give him more access for his lips. I was in love with what he was doing with his lips. A shift in his fingers tore my attention in two.

I continued to whisper along to the lyrics of the song;

"These feelings won't go away

They've been knockin' me sideways…"

The sultry guitar riffs oozed into the room around us, the warmth of the fire and Edward's touch heated my body, the wine glass in my hand all but forgotten. He took my glass then, the feeling of his fingers against mine as he took hold of it filled me with eagerness.

He put it down behind him and returned to my body, the hand in my panties changing angle, and the other moving into my tank to slip a finger over my nipple. My own hands now free, I moved them behind my back to find his pants. The buttons of his jeans popped open easily.

We swayed our hips together, the pressure of my ass grinding against the fabric of his briefs. I reached an arm up to fork my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. I ground down a little lower with my body, the movement teasing his cock as well as forcing his fingers impossibly deeper inside me.

I moved my hands to my panties, pushing them down my thighs as I swayed against him. The fingers from between my legs left a throbbing desire; the sound of him sucking them into his mouth behind me made me clench with want.

He pushed his shirt off my shoulders completely, letting it fall to the floor. He found the bottom of my tank and peeled it up my body; I raised my arms above me to allow him to slip it over. As it fell down in front of me, he ran his fingers down the length of my torso, gripping on when he reached the curve of my butt. He continued his path around my body, running a trail back up my stomach to brush lightly over my nipples. A soft moan fell from my lips.

I lowered my hands as his touch left me and turned my body to face him for the first time as he pulled his t-shirt off. I stared at his cock as he pushed his briefs down his cut leg muscles. When he stood in front of me, I found myself just gazing at his face, laden with desire that no doubt mirrored my own.

'Cause diamonds they fade

And flowers they bloom

And I'm telling you

I closed the gap between as and anchored my hands around his neck as I pulled him down to the rug beneath us. He lowered my back down to the soft fabric as I watched the fire flicker over his skin.

Lips finally met lips as he held himself above me and met the curves of my body with his own. His tongue made languid passes of mine, his teeth made little pulls against my bottom lip.

I keep thinking in a moment that

Time will take them away

I found his cock and ran it between my legs before guiding the tip inside me. He couldn't wait any longer than I could, pressing his hips into me to bury his full length within me. The relief of the sensation was immense. I'd wound myself up with longing; the unexpected fulfilment was surreal and welcomed almost desperately.

But these feelings won't go away…

His cock drove into me, each slide in was slow and purposeful, each pull out was torturous and sensual.

I watched as he watched me. I watched as his arm muscles flexed under his skin, glowing from the firelight. I watched as a little bead of sweat formed on his chest between the ripples of his pecs. I watched where we were joined when he shifted his body up a little higher, his own eyes taking in the movement of his cock in and out of my pussy.

I felt the heat from the unspoken words between us, everything we could think of being crooned into the air for us. I felt the increase in his desire from watching us, from gazing at my breasts shifting from his thrusts. I felt the clench inside me caused by his hooded eyes finding mine again. I felt the build in pressure when he returned his lips to mine.

I felt him tensing. I felt him change his angle ever so slightly. I felt his words against my lips.

"Come for me, beautiful girl."

I felt his tongue as his kisses became more forceful. I felt his hand as it lifted my butt and shifted my hips. I felt my clit as it felt him against it. I felt my entire body as it responded.

I felt the flutters. I felt the tensing. I felt the throbbing.

I felt my walls clench down on his cock as he slowed to gather in the sensation.

I felt his body arch and ripple as his cock thrust into me. I felt his moan. I felt myself clench him even further, taking everything he was giving me, and never wanting to let go.

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