AN: Thanks to Washingtonian for giving me the inspiration for this chapter that I needed. Thanks to dirtypillowtalk for beta'ing this
The Morning After.
"Bella," Edward murmured softly in my ear. I groaned in annoyance and rolled over, snuggling further under the sheets.
"Baby girl, it's time to get up," he pressed, tugging the sheets down.
I let out a pitiful whine. "Don't wanna."
He sighed loudly, pulling the sheets completely off, and pulled me toward his chest. I buried my head in his chest, tucking myself against him. "Bella, if we want to get home before midnight, we need to get up."
I huffed, slowly forcing my eyelids open. The term 'home' was a bit of a stretch in my opinion. Homes were meant to be inviting and happy, friendly neighbors ready to greet you to say how much they missed you. That was so not going to happen. I'd be lucky to be received with a smile let alone a few words. It turns out that fucking your ex-guardian isn't really okay by society's standards. Shocking, I know.
I stretched, wincing at how sore I felt. After coming back to the hotel after our little escapade in the club bathroom, I had been too hyped up to even contemplate sleeping so I had set about making up for my little freak out.
We had spent the night-and the better part of the early morning-having sex. Sometimes it would be slow; sometimes it would be fast and hard, but fuck if my muscles weren't sore.
I was also exhausted and with the memories of last night running through my head, just a little bit horny.
I pulled my head from his neck and tugged on his hair, making him dip his head down. I sleepily pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly before pushing him to lie on his back. I straddled his body, my kisses getting hungrier as I woke, and threaded my fingers through his hair.
"Fuck!" he hissed as I bit down on his lower lip, his hands squeezing and fondling my ass.
"Again, baby?" he asked almost incredulously as my hands trailed down his chest to his cock, stroking him until he hardened. "You're going to make my cock chaff if you're not careful," he grumbled halfheartedly as I reached down to palm his balls.
I didn't know what it was about last night, but ever since our bathroom escapade I had been feeling insatiable. Maybe it was the fact that seeing Edward so unhinged and wild had snapped something inside me, bringing out my vixen. I honestly didn't know for sure why I was acting this way, but fuck I wanted him.
I positioned myself over him, knowing that I was already wet, and slowly sunk down on him. "Ugh, Edward," I moaned loudly, my eyelids fluttering shut as he filled me to the hilt. My walls spasmed around him, the sore muscles clutching at him like a life line.
My hands slid back up his chest, my nails scraping against his nipples on the way using his shoulders as leverage.
"You feel so good, baby," Edward grunted as I started moving over him, rocking on his cock while he thrust up into me. His hands latched onto my breasts, his thumbs sliding over my nipples as I threw my head back in pleasure.
I squealed in surprise as he rolled us over, making me lie underneath him as he pressed his hips flush to mine, our pelvises slapping together with each thrust. He pulled my hands over my head, holding me down as his lips caressed mine, his tongue invading my mouth.
"What...are you...doing...to me?" he whispered in between thrusts once he had pulled his mouth away from mine. I had half a mind to ask him the same question because before last night there had not been this overpowering sense of insatiability that begged me to have inside me as much as possible.
I may have been eighteen, but this need for him was draining, and my poor body wanted a rest which I would not allow it to have.
His hands moved down my arms, over my shoulders, and down my sides before moving underneath me. He cupped my ass, pulling my body further into his as my legs wrapped tightly around his slim hips.
"You want this...don't you?" he groaned out, changing the angle of his hips to hit deeper inside of me. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, throwing my head back on the pillows as my chest heaved.
"Yes," I mewled, loving the feel of every line of his body flexing and moving against mine. My feet dug into his ass as I tried to bring him as close as humanly possible. My hair clung to my flushed skin, and sweat formed a thin layer of perspiration on my body.
My hands scraped down his back as my hips bucked up to meet every thrust that he gave me. Pleasure flowed through me, burning my skin and coiling in my stomach.
I could hear his harsh breaths in my ear and feel his hair tickling the side of my head, each grunt he emitted sending me closer to the edge. I drew his lips back to mine, wanting to feel the softness of them molding against my own lips.
No more words were shared between us as we let our bodies do the talking. We were sharing, giving, repenting with our bodies, saying what we cannot with our months, soothing any insecurities lying beneath the surface.
Our tongues tangled together, twisting and swirling around each other, unrelentingly.
My breath stuttered as my thighs quivered, and I tightened them around his hips, knowing that I was close. I knew that he could feel my walls trembling around him, and I mewled in pleasure as his hand dipped down between us and rubbed circles into my clit.
"Cum for me, baby girl. Let me feel you," he murmured softly, resting his forehead against mine. His gaze was intense as it stared directly into my eyes, and I fought hard to keep my own eyes open as they fluttered. The pleasure was mounting higher and higher until my body seized up, my pussy clamped down hard around him, grasping his cock tightly in its grip as if it never waned to let go.
He groaned loudly, his hands curling into fists, clutching the sheets on either side of me as he strained for control. I shattered around him, breathing out his name in a mantra, and it didn't take long for him to follow.
We lay in an exhausted heap once we had come down from our respective orgasms, him still on top of him. I refused to let him move an inch since he was still hard inside me. I almost whimpered when he softened, slipping out of my body, before rolling off me and onto his back with a groan.
"I need a shower," he mumbled, raking a hand through his hair. I just hummed in response, too buzzed to really care. I watched as he stumbled to his feet, arching his back as he stretched, before padding toward the bathroom.
He paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder at me. "Wanna join?" he asked, one eyebrow raised in invitation.
I shook my head and yawned, pulling the sheets up to cover my body. "We both know that we won't simply shower, and I'm too tired and sore for another round."
He looked like he almost wanted to pout, but he just nodded and disappeared through the door.
I slumped back against the bed, wondering if I could get away with taking a quick nap while he showered since it would take a good ten minutes.
Sadly, my hopes were shredded when my phone went off, and I scrambled out of bed, searching through our hazardously discarded clothes from the night before until I found my phone.
Seeing that it was Alice calling, I shuffled back into bed, wrapping myself tightly in the sheets before taking a long, calming breath.
"Hey, Alice, what's up?" I queried, hoping that she was in a good mood this morning. Call me selfish, but with my level of self-inflicted sleep deprivation I would probably snap.
I held back a groan as I was answered with a sniffle. "Have you and Edward left yet?" she asked quietly, avoiding my question. I rubbed a hand over my face to try and wake myself up a little more before I pulled my hair out of my face and tucked some stray strands behind my ears.
"Umm, no, not yet. Why?"
She let out a long breath.
"Me and Jazz fought...again, and I-I can't do it anymore. I can't be with him when he refuses to see any sort of logic. He's convinced that we can make it work while he's still my teacher. He's so fucking stubborn, and it was a mistake to sleep with him in the first place. I don't want my child growing up without a father, but until Jasper can get his head out of his ass, and actually start acting like a grown up, I feel like I don't have any other choice."
I listened to her rant on, my head pounding slightly, uhmming and ahhing in the right places while she got it all off her chest.
"Alice," I said, finally interrupting her spiel about how irresponsible Jasper was. "Can you focus for minute on this question? Why do you want to know if Edward and I have left yet?"
She sighed. "I need to hitch a ride. I promise I'll be good, and we can listen to Edward's emo music, but I can't stand another moment with him." She practically growled out the last word.
"Alice," I said, trying to keep the whine out of my voice, but failing somewhat. It wasn't that I didn't want her to tag along, it was just wherever Alice was; drama seemed to follow.
"Please, Bella. You don't have to take me all the way. I just need to get to Seattle. I can't stay in Forks any longer, and I talked to my dad, and he wants me to come live with him. I'll finish high school online, and then who knows what I'll do, but I need a clean break from all this drama surrounding my life."
Now I felt like a shitty friend. Here she was, going through a crisis, and I was whining about her drama.
"Okay," I finally murmured. "I doubt Edward will be happy about it, but I'll tell him to suck it up. You're my best friend, Alice, and no matter what I should be there for you."
"Thank you, Bella. You don't know how much this means to me."
My eyes darted up as the bathroom door opened and Edward walked out, a towel slung low around his hips.
"I have to go shower, Alice. We'll be down by the car in an hour tops, okay?"
"Yes, I've nearly finished packing anyway."
"Okay, see you then. Bye."
I barely waited long enough for her to say goodbye before disconnecting the call, wanting to wash the grime from our activities off my skin.
"Alice is joining us on the ride back," I informed Edward over my shoulder as I walked into the bathroom, heading straight for the shower.
Edward groaned. "Does she have to?" he whined as I switched the shower on, letting the hot water crash down against my skin.
"Yes. Now, stop being a baby and get dressed. I told her we'd be down in an hour tops," I said decisively.
"Fine," he grumbled," but if she tries to play some bubble gum girly pop music, I'll throw her out the car myself."
"Okay, old man, no need to get out your walking stick," I teased him.
"You're still not funny," he called from the bedroom as I rubbed shampoo into my hair and laughed.
"Oh, but I am, my beautiful boyfriend," I responded.
He walked back into the bathroom wearing only his boxers, and yanked open the door of the shower. He tugged me to him and pressed his mouth to mine in a long, passionate kiss.
"You should be glad I love you because you are mildly irritating," he murmured.
"You love me for it," I replied, smiling widely at him.
"I love you," he corrected, and I shrugged.
"If you can't love me for the bad parts, you sure as fuck can't love me for the good," I told him, pushing back out of the shower before we got carried away, and closing the shower door.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said from the other side of the door.
AN: Kind of fluffy, but that's what I wanted. Sorry for it being so short, but I'm going through a case of writer's block on this story. I'm not sure when I'll update again, but hopefully it'll be soon. I'll be posting a drabble fic up soon so watch out for that. Review!