Word Prompt: Thread

Waking up the next morning was difficult, but only because I was so comfortable in Edward's arms that I didn't want to move. It wasn't the first time we had slept together in the same bed, but it was the first time that we woke up in the same position we had fallen asleep in. My head rested on his chest with my arms curdled up under me, while his arms wrapped protectively around me. I refused to open my eyes for even a second because I didn't want the bubble surrounding us to burst and the reality of it being Monday to truly set in. However, my back and side had other plans as I moved to stretch away the aches from being on my side all night long. Even my ankle throbbed a little, but I wasn't sure if that was because of our sleeping position or how active I had been the day before.

When I did finally open my eyes I realized Edward was still in a deep sleep as I managed to extract myself from his side without waking him up. I scooted over to the edge of the bed before raising my arms above my head to loosen up my back before I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I glanced at the clock and was surprised that it was only six in the morning, since I typically slept much later on Monday's.

I didn't spend a long in the bathroom before walking out and debating on what I should do next. I could get back in bed and try to fall back asleep, but I was a pretty awake so I didn't think that would work. Or, I could go see what Edward had bought for breakfast and make it, but that involved standing on my ankle which hurt. I could also turn on the TV, but that didn't sound appealing either. As I continued my debate, I decided that I needed to find some sort of pants to wear so I quietly opened the top drawer Edward had pulled the shirt I was wearing out of to see what else he had. Of course, I should have figured that it would be organized neatly, but I pulled a pair of sleep pants out and worked to put them on.

When I spied the sheets Edward had left in a pile in the corner I decided I should wash them before doing anything else. If I started them now, I could probably get them dried before we had to leave. I hadn't noticed any hydrogen peroxide in the bathroom so I hopped the laundry room would be stocked with some sort of stain remover; otherwise I wasn't sure they'd even be salvageable. Last night had been a new experience on a few different fronts. First, we had sex and it was amazing. Absolutely, positively amazing and I actually felt it which was astonishing to me. But, I also bled everywhere. When I was going through puberty my mom had given me a book about how my body was changing and what to expect, and it actually talked about bleeding during sex. It had mentioned that you could bleed after you had lost your virginity, but since I never bled again I never thought much about it. I internally pushed the thoughts away and wrote it off as size plus time, but I wondered if it freaked Edward out. He didn't act like he did, but he also hadn't said much before he went to sleep, but before I got too deep in thought and if I had any hope of getting the sheets cleaned, I needed to find the laundry room.

I opened four doors total before I actually found the washer and dryer. I wasn't sure I'd ever get used to how big Edward's condo was, but I was happy to see a big bottle of Tide on the shelf even if there was nothing to treat the stain with. As I walked out and closed the laundry room door after starting the washer, I realized that I had only killed about ten minutes and now needed to actually figure out something to do until Edward woke up.

Since I had forgone my crutches on my way to the laundry room, I decided to go grab them before heading into the kitchen to see what he had bought the night before. If it was something like doughnuts or cereal I would have been happy, but when I saw orange juice, butter, coffee, creamer, bread, cheese, bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns I realized Edward had bigger plans for breakfast than I had expected.

Fumbling around the kitchen to find everything I needed to cook was an experience and cost me about twenty minutes in and of itself. Judging from the brand new look most of the appliances, dishes, and pans had, I was guessing Esme shopped and most were just taken out of the boxes before being stored, never actually being used first.

I set the coffee maker up before turning towards the food I had pulled out from the refrigerator. While it took me a few minutes to find a casserole dish, I decided on a breakfast casserole since I could easily assemble it, pop it in the oven, and get off my feet. My ankle was starting to hurt a bit and I knew I'd have to take a pain killer at some point, though I would avoid it for as long as possible. I was starting to think it was more to do with the cast than my actual ankle and I was counting down the hours until my appointment in two days when they'd be cutting it off. Part of me was worried that the scar would be hideous, and I had to laugh at being excited about a walking boot, but I was so over the cast, the shower bag, the crutches…etc.

The accident had changed quite a few things in my life and while the dust had settled, I was ready to be able to walk normally again. Of course, I was thankful that my injuries weren't any worse, but with homecoming and Edward's semi-formal coming up, I knew, even in a walking boot, I wasn't going to feel normal. But, there was next year and I continually reminded myself of that. At least my parents had accepted the news of me pledging a little easier and when I look back at my time in the hospital, I saw how quickly and how easily it brought me and Edward together, and I wasn't going to begrudge that. Part of me felt like I wanted to speed up the next few years to just get past school, but the other part of me was really excited to experience it all with him by my side.

I was so deep in thought that the buzzer going off actually startled me, but I put the magazine I had been looking at back down on the coffee table and got up from the couch.

It wasn't until I was setting the casserole down on the stovetop that I felt two hands rest of my hip. As I pulled the oven mitts from my hands and placed them on the counter, I rested my back against Edward's chest.

"Morning," he whispered into my neck.

"Good morning," I replied happily as I glanced at the clock. It was only seven fifteen which gave us plenty of time to eat and get back to campus. I also needed to check on the washer, but instead I just leaned into Edward as he moved his hands from my hips to my stomach to half hug me. "Are you hungry?"

Edward hummed a yes before peppering my neck with small kisses. "I could get very used to this," Edward told me, but I wasn't quite sure what he meant. Waking up with me in his house? Me making him breakfast in the morning? A little of both?

I turned my body with his arms to face him with a smirk. "You could, huh?" I teased.

"Yes, I could," he replied with a serious tone, but the glint in his eye gave way to his true feelings. Of course, him hardening was also hard to miss as I pushed myself closer to him before raising myself up on my good leg so that I could peck his lips. "Do not taunt me, Bella," he warned in a low, breathless voice, "I think I've proven that resistant is futile when it comes to you."

"Then why bother resisting?" I asked innocently with a shrug.

When Edward's lips came crashing into mine I knew breakfast was long forgotten and I was only momentarily happy that I had made something we could reheat, before Edward lifted me up and carried me back to bed.

There was nothing slow or sweet about what transpired after we had hit the bed, but I didn't care. Seeing Edward turn into a caveman was actually a pretty big turn on and I definitely reaped the benefits, and once it was all over I was happy to glance down and not see any traces of blood. Of course, that made me groan because I remembered I still had sheets to dry, but I was too tired to move out of Edward's arms in that moment.

"Now, that I could get used to every morning," I joked as my breathing finally calmed down.

"That good, huh?" he returned with a cocky tone. When I slapped his chest playfully and scowled up at him the cocky smile on his face cracked into a laugh. "Sorry, I couldn't even keep a straight face."

"I could tell," I supplied before moving my head back to his chest and sighing. "But, yes, you really are that good though."

This time, Edward actually barked out a laugh before telling me he loved me.

We did eventually eat the food I made, and I did change over the laundry much to Edward's dismay.

"I can do it, Bella," Edward tried to explain, but I shook my head no.

"I'm already walking over there, it's fine," I told him and headed down the hall. I was surprised to see the sheets had come completely clean before I tossed them into the dryer and turned it on. When I turned around and saw Edward leaning against the doorframe I actually jumped with a squeak.

"Are you okay?" he asked out of concern as his hands shot out to steady me.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied as my heart pounded. "I hadn't heard you follow me."

"Okay," his voice trailed on as we exited the laundry room. "What's the big deal anyway?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to make sure they wouldn't be stained," I brushed off like it was nothing. I glanced over at Edward to see a look of realization flash over his face, but I knew I needed to keep a straight face if I had even a thread of hope to ignore the potentially awkward talk we could be stepping right into.

"I wasn't really worried about that," he told me, I think in an effort to downplay my comment.

"I know,' I said as I took a seat on the couch and put my leg up on the chaise, "But I was."

"It's just a set of sheets," he replied as he took the seat next to me. I didn't say anything else about it, but Edward just looked over at me. "Did you want to talk about that?"

I shrugged my shoulders and avoided looking at him. Did I want to talk about last night? Not really, but I had a feeling he did.

"It just caught me off guard," I explained. "Then I saw the sheets this morning and figured you'd want them clean. No big deal."

"Okay," he accepted while he wrapped his arms around me. "I don't want to leave."

"Neither do I," I agreed with a sigh. "We have to though."

"I know," he replied. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Dinner with Alice," I answered and I could feel him nod his head. "You?"

"I have a meeting with the officers and I need to catch up on a paper I put off this weekend."

"Well, I have a pledge event tomorrow night, so I'll see you Wednesday?" I asked, at the bare minimum we would have a class together.

"We can do lunch, but we have a pledge thing that night and it is going to run late," he answered as I looked up and pouted. "Now you see why I don't want to leave."

"At least this weekend we start homecoming events and we'll see each other for a lot of that," I reminded him as he nodded.

"Yeah, and then the hotel Friday night," he added. "And, the next weekend in Forks with your folks."

"Do you have everything with the hotel reserved and all of that done?" I asked. I knew Edward had a lot on his plate and was going to offer to set it up if he hadn't.

"Yes, it's all taken care of," he replied and I nodded.

"I would offer to pay for half of it if I didn't think you'd be offended," I joked, though I was really serious.

"And that is why I love you, you're smart," he goaded. "And, I would be offended."

"That's why I didn't ask." I sighed as I leaned into his chest staring as the clock ticked on.

"We should get back," Edward announced a minute later.

"I know," I replied and ten minutes later we were back in his car.