Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): T, Loudward
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Prompt: Witch
Dialogue Flex: "Boil, boil, toil and trouble…" she cackled

It's not far from Tacoma to Seattle, but Edward was right, I was tired. Apparently tired enough to fall asleep in the hour it took to drive that distance. I vaguely remember being lifted from the car, snuggling my head into the crook of Edward's shoulder as he carried me to the elevator and into his apartment, shushing me when I tried to wake as he picked me up and again as he laid me on a bed.

When I finally became conscious I was confused. The bed was huge and the room was completely unfamiliar, but Edward's soft snoring could be heard nearby. Following the source of the sound I could make out his form, lying on his side, facing away from me. Just on the other side of him was a clock indicating it was almost three-thirty in the morning. I had slept away the entire evening, apparently in Edward's bed. I honestly felt immensely better, but was unfortunately now quite wide awake.

Carefully I rolled off the bed, trying to not have it move, squeak, or rustle in any way. Unfortunately I misjudged where the edge of the bed was in the darkness. It seemed to take forever to get there, only to suddenly appear out of nowhere, causing me to land with a thud on the floor.

"Bella?" Edward whispered groggily, his arm flying out to pat the bed where I had been.

"Right here," I whispered back, hoping it would suffice. It didn't.

"Where?" he said, rolling over, causing the sheet to pull away from his obviously naked torso. I sincerely hoped he had pajama pants or something on lower down. I was sure if I kept telling myself that it would be true eventually.

"On the floor," I whispered back. The pain of hitting the floor wasn't great, but I could tell it was going to leave a bruise on my hip where I landed. My hand was rubbing the spot when Edward's face appeared over the edge of the bed.

"Please don't do that, it's too tempting," he laughed quietly as he reached for my hand. "What, exactly are you doing on the floor?"

"I woke up," I told him through my yawn, "and you were still asleep, and so I thought I would go to my own place and work on my presentation."

"Bella, it's the middle of the night. What on earth could interest you at this time?" He lay down on the edge of the bed, his head on the pillow I had been sleeping on. I watched as his eyes drifted closed, his hand pulling mine closer and tucking it in under his chin, humming in contentment.

"Witches." His eyes popped open, confusion causing him to scrunch up his face. "You asked what could interest me at this time of night, and I woke up and thought about Shakespeare's witches, and your mom has a few paintings in the collection, and I don't know if I want to focus on Henry Fuseli or Alexandre-Marie Colin.

"Bella, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about," he whispered, closing his eyes again.

At that moment a very tired Alice strolled into the room, yawning and stretching. "The wayward sisters, or weird sisters, depending on which folio you read. You know, 'Boil, boil, toil and trouble…'" she cackled. "Morning Bella."

I watched as she went around to the foot of the bed and face-planted next to her brother. "Why are you in here?" he asked a little annoyed.

"You two were making whispering noises. Just doing my job as cha-cha-chaperone." She said the last with a huge yawn as she crawled further up the bed, finally settling in the middle. "Why is Bella on the floor?"

"I think she fell out of bed," he said as he rolled onto his back, pulling me along so that I was now hanging off the side. "Now she's talking about going over to her place and playing with witches."

"Why is everyone making so much noise?" Jasper complained, following his wife into the room and walking around the bed so he could collapse on the other side of her, sandwiching her between him and her brother.

"Because Bella wants to look at witches," Alice explained. I had thought I was fully awake before, but not things were just getting weird.

"I just want to go home," I told them, trying to pull my hand away from under Edward's chin where he held it captive. It only moved a few inches before he tugged on it firmly, pulling me off the floor and into his side.

"Nope, not going home." His arm came around my waist, situating me until he was spooning me, only his arm keeping me from falling off the bed a second time now that there were four people on it.

"Hey!" I heard Emmett yell from the other room, followed by his heavy footsteps and a 'come on Rose', before he appeared in the bedroom as well, dragging a very annoyed looking Rosalie behind him. "You all said we weren't allowed to sleep in here with Edward and Bella! How come you changed your mind and didn't come to get us? Scoot over Jazz."

That was the limit the bed could hold, because even a king-sized bed is only so big and Emmett is huge. Jazz scooted in, knocking into Alice, who bumped Edward, startling him so that he let go of me. Once again I found myself falling from the bed, only this time there was more movement behind Edward, pushing him out of the bed, causing him to fall on top of me.

"Oof!" I huffed, all the air leaving my lungs when his body landed on top of mine. I could hear Emmett and Jasper arguing over who was taking up more room over Edward mumbling his apologies for landing on me.

It was difficult to breathe for a second, but when he finally rolled off I realized I really didn't want him to. "Maybe I should take you home?" he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I just nodded, not wanting to alert the others as to what I was doing for fear they would follow me. "Crawl behind me, they're too busy arguing to notice, but they'll see if we stand up." I nodded again and set out after him, having a wonderful view of his backside, since I had to follow him closely in order to see him in the dim light.

Once we got around the corner and into the hall he stopped, but they light was so low here I did bump into his behind, letting out another 'oof.'

"We can walk from here," he explained, still whispering as he rose, pulling me along with him. "We still have to be quiet so they don't know we've left."

"All right," I replied with a yawn, no longer wanting to look at paintings, only the inside of my eyelids as my body slept in my own bed. He led me to the front room where the lights of the city cast a brighter glow through the sheer curtains, and pointed out my purse and shoes. I just picked both up and headed for the door, surprised when he followed me through it. "Where are you going?"

"With you, you don't honestly expect me to sleep in my bed with four other people, do you?" I watched as he took my purse from me and unzipped the side pocket where my key hook was, pulling the keys out and unhooking them.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, grabbing for my purse.

"It's not like I haven't seen where you keep your keys. I'm not going into the rest of it," he hissed back, handing me my now keyless purse and crossing the hall to unlock my door.

"Why didn't you do that last night? It would have spared me the Keystone Bed Cops of your siblings and their spouses." Pushing past him I went into my apartment, dropping my purse on the table and the shoes wherever they happened to land as I headed for my bedroom. The sound of my keys hitting the table was followed by the closing of the door. Finally I was alone.

Wrong again.

I had started to strip as soon as I hit my bedroom, but his warm chuckled froze me mid-undress. "I didn't think we were to that point in our relationship, but I'm game."

"OUT!" I yelled, and was fully prepared to yell some more but he tackled me onto the bed, his hand over my mouth.

"Quiet!" he hissed, "or they'll all be over here next." Sticking out my tongue I licked his hand.

"Eww, gross," he whined while wiping his hand on the pillow next to my head. "Unless of course you want to lick inside my mouth, that would be perfectly fine." He lowered his head with a smile, but I pushed him back, my hands on his chest. His well-toned, perfectly-sculpted, gorgeous, and did I mention naked? chest. I really needed to get more sleep, my resistance is failing. "Resistance is futile." His comment made me realize I had actually said that outloud.

"Edward," I said, ready to throw up a white flag of truce. There was no surrender yet, I promised myself, just a truce to get some sleep.

"Hmm?" His lips moved even closer to mine before veering off so he could trail them just over the skin of my jaw and down to my ear. This time the weight of his torso on mine just felt nice, although I did notice he was keeping his hips off of me. About that surrender thing…

"You can stay, but you have to stop that or I won't be able to sleep."

"Can I sleep with you?" he asked, his lips now pressing into the side of my mouth, teasing me.

"Only if it involves snoring."

"I'm a better lover than that," he said laughing, his chest vibrating against my own.

"Edward." I was exasperated, and very, very tired all of a sudden.

"Fine, fine." He rolled off of me and got to his feet. "I'm just going to go lock out the marauding horde. I'll be right back."

I rolled onto my side and felt my eyelids drooping. There was something strangely comforting about knowing he was here with me. Just as my eyes closed again I felt the mattress move. This time, instead of remaining on the opposite side of the bed he came over and wrapped an arm around my waist. "Goodnight, Bella," he said, his lips touching my hair. I wasn't sure if I answered him or not.

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