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storyline - "Race". This is the last stop for this Edward and Bella, the last chapter of their story.

prompt - slide

It became normal, having Edward at my side, but never boring.

We went to games and parties together, even the Winter Formal. That was my first big dance and my mother got so emotional. I told her to save the tears for prom.

Dinner at my house, dinner at his house. Study dates that were 5% studies and 96% making out. "But that doesn't add up", you say.

Exactly.

Long car rides, sometimes for dates and sometimes just to find new secluded spots to fool around. He didn't really like pot but when I got curious to try it he scored a bag (from Jasper, ironically) and we spent the day in this meadow he'd found, smoking and rolling around and acting silly.

(And then going to Burger King afterwards because I'd die if I couldn't have a chocolate shake and a kid's meal with the chicken fries.)

I loved being with him. The only thing better than being liked by someone that beautiful is being loved by someone that beautiful. And getting to know them, and seeing that who they are beneath the dreamy face and the cocky swagger is just as incredible.

Maybe even sexier on the inside than on the outside. I don't even know how that's possible, but it's true.

But let's be real. He was so very easy to look at – practically edible.

Easy to think about and fantasize endlessly over.

For months he'd been readying me, doing things to my body that made me lose my mind. How could I be so satisfied and also so unsatisfied at the same time? He wasn't much better off.

Not that he didn't get off.

He taught me how. With my hands and with my mouth.

I never thought I'd say this but… I actually liked going down on him. I still couldn't bring myself to swallow it, though.

But anyway, I loved him. And I was finally ready to just give it up.

His birthday was the second of January.

We were still on winter break.

He'd had a party the night before, nothing too crazy. Just a bunch of kids from school – and Woods; Alice and Jasper were serious now and so his friends came as part of the package. I'd stayed with Alice long after everyone else had left, finally falling asleep in bed with her.

We slept in crazy late and finally woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. In the kitchen, Esme had laid out breakfast, complete with coffee and hot chocolate and whipped cream – I could see where Alice got her sweet tooth. Even Carlisle was around, having decided to go in to the hospital late so he could indulge in Edward's birthday breakfast with the rest of us.

Edward.

I sighed inwardly, watching him thumb syrup off of his upper lip. Everything seemed so sensual suddenly; I imagined myself licking that syrup off.

It had been on my mind all week. I knew just what I wanted to give him for his birthday.

Me.

I lay flat on my bed, naked and shivery despite the down comforter on top of us.

Edward emerged from underneath and kissed me, my taste still on his perfect, flushed lips.

He'd made me feel so good and I was as wet as I was ever going to be. I fluttered and throbbed inside, my body still coming down from the wicked good orgasm Edward had just given me.

I pulled him up more so that our bodies were lined up and then grabbed his dick in my hand. His eyes widened for a second and then relaxed into slits, the same look he always got when we fooled around this heavily.

I started guiding him into me.

"What're you doing?" he murmured, smiling against my mouth.

"Happy birthday," I murmured back, closing my eyes as our tongues touched and slipped around together.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I let go of his dick and held him instead, tilting my hips up and pushing so that I felt his tip slide in.

"You sure?" he whispered.

"Yes."

"Finally," he sighed, and worked his way in.

So, it took a little while. It hurt, like, a lot. But he went slow and touched me at the same time and once I felt like I was going to come again but I didn't and then he did and wow, Edward was so beautiful when he came.

His voice, moaning quietly, was beautiful.

It was a relief when he pulled out, because I felt really sore, but also really close to him. He rolled on to his side and pulled me close, holding my face as we kissed for a long time. I couldn't believe we'd finally done it.

"Do you want to take a shower?" he asked, kissing me all over my face. "What time will they be back?"

My parents had taken a road trip to relatives in Yakima, allowing me to "stay with Alice" because I'd convinced them it wasn't fair to make me miss my boyfriend's birthday.

I thought my heart would burst with happiness. "Not until tomorrow."

"Good," he said, easing off the bed and helping me to my feet. He wrapped a quilt from my bed around me and we went to the bathroom. "We have plenty of time to practice then."

He gave me a mischievous smile, making me feel giddy and full of anticipation.

The shower filled my tiny bathroom with steam right away and we both climbed in to the tub, greedy for the hot water.

"I remember the first time I saw you, by the lake," I said, washing my hair while he soaped up. "I thought you were gorgeous."

"I thought you were gorgeous too," he smirked. "Especially when I saw your nipples through your bikini."

"Ugh!" I punched him in the arm.

"Ah, come on. You know you love me," he laughed.

"I do actually," I said.

"Good." His eyes sparkled. He shook his wet hair from his face. "The feeling's mutual."