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Prompt 38: Panic (not at the disco)

At some point in our dry hu– … make out session, reality decided to intrude.

Namely in the form of a loud, annoying buzz from the phone in my hip pocket.

"Phone."

"What?" I said against my love's lips, scowling as she began to pull away.

"Your phone's ringing," Isabella whispered as she raked her fingernails down my stomach. The sensation, a tickle more than anything else, sent a shiver down my spine and made my eyes roll back. Without thinking – not that I'd been doing much of that anyway – I framed her warm, beautiful face between my palms and leaned down to reclaim her lips, mumbling a hasty, "Don't care."

And for a little while, I truly didn't.

And neither did she for that matter, as evidenced by more of the hot luxury of her mouth eagerly moving against mine and more of the mind-numbing bliss of her fingertips exploring the bare planes of my chest and abdomen beneath my shirt and … wherever else she pleased, my normally-meddling, antiquated conscience be damned.

As an aside, that part – my allowance of her free exploration, that is – was a fairly easy rationalization. I was hers after all – forever – so it wasn't like this was some meaningless interlude based on mere physical attraction. At least not for me.

Too, I argued, all of her physical functions were fine – more than fine – and considering my preternatural sight and hearing, not to mention our current proximity, I knew that without any question or doubt. No, there were definitely no head injuries to compromise her decision-making abilities, and despite my earlier worries about shock, my Isabella certainly seemed coherent enough to make her own choices… Especially when she looked up at me with those disturbingly clear brown eyes of hers and then surprised me by leaning up to suck on my Adam's apple, which in turn, for a brief second, made me certifiably insane.

Every muscle in my body locked down, quivering, as wave after wave of tickling hot pleasure rolled through my limbs and forced my grip on her hips to tighten. I made some kind of whining-grunting-purring sound, something not remotely human, but she just smiled against my throat before sucking on me again, telling me that this woman knew exactly what she was doing to me. And moreover that she liked it.

I didn't understand her strange shift in behavior. Really, not at all. But damned if I had it in me to stop her. Hence, somewhere in between the wet heat of my love's mouth and the divine friction of… other things south of my waistline, I decided all over again to just enjoy myself and give in to my (perhaps) ungentlemanly behavior. Plus, let's be honest here, God only knew if I'd ever have this chance again… so yes, fine, color me very uninterested in hampering my mate's rightful perusal of my person and my subsequent delight in it.

In fact, it was about time for me to begin my perusal of her person.

Of course, maybe a minute later, right about the time I dragged my lips down her throat, sucking, tasting, and teasing her for once, and slid my hands beneath the hem of her shirt, easing my way up the soft, feverishly hot skin of her stomach, my pocket buzzed again.

"Damn it," I muttered, reluctantly rolling to my side so that I could fish the stupid thing out of my pocket. As I tapped the screen to life, Isabella's palm flattened against my chest before dropping down to my belt, as her mouth simultaneously assaulted my neck again. Her hips rocked against my lower half and something very ungentlemanly threatened to spill out.

I almost threw the godforsaken phone.

Somehow, and don't ask me how, I managed to only crack the case when my fist involuntarily closed around it.

But then, when I glanced down, my sister's name scrolled across the screen.

My spine turned ramrod straight and I answered… immediately. "What is it, Alice?"

Alice's voice was low, but the urgency behind it was unmistakable. "She's coming."

And like that, as if doused with a bucket of ice water, every bit of the warmth and bliss of the last few minutes vanished, replaced by an instant sense of black dread that seemed to somehow transmit directly through me to my Isabella. Her dark eyes lifted to meet mine, wide with worry, and her lips, wet and swollen, the same ones that had just been latched onto my throat, mouthed a silent, "What is it?"

Gritting my teeth, I shook my head.

I didn't have to ask Alice who she meant by that she. Before I could think to slow myself to a more human speed, I sprung off the rock and began pacing the ground in front of it, shooting back and forth faster than Isabella could hope to follow. "When?"

Alice made a loud, panicked noise that made my insides curl. "I don't know! It's all blurry and it keeps blacking out on me! I can't see!"

I stopped. "What are you talking about?" Needing some kind of outlet, my fingers buried themselves into the edge of a car-sized granite boulder next to the rock Isabella still sat on, crumbling it into pale gray dust that fell to the ground like rain. "You mean like she's not decided?"

"No, not like that. It's just… fuzzy."

My eyes shot back to Isabella, who was now up and sitting, her arms wrapped around her knees, the inside of her cheek sucked in between her teeth. I swallowed and tore a chunk of the rock away. "You mean like Isabella is… fuzzy?"

"Yes, exactly like her," Alice replied. In the background, I could hear Jasper barking orders to Emmett and the rest of the family. "I can't see exactly where or when… just that it's somewhere close to us and soon." She paused. "And there are others with her, Edward. Just like Peter said. Newborns. There are dozens of them and they're all coming this way!"

Some kind of strange blend of fury and terror turned the venom in my veins to ice, freezing me in place, eyes locked on my fragile human mate. "Victoria really is coming for her, isn't she?" I asked, barely above a whisper.

Alice didn't answer.

"Fuck." This time when my fist contacted the boulder, it split down the center with a loud crack of thunder that echoed through the clearing. The two halves, still upright, teetered and shuddered for a split second before collapsing to the ground.

"We'll be there…" Almost as if in slow motion, I took a deep breath, tasting the sudden spike of familiar adrenaline that now tainted the air, and looked down at my watch. "Soon."

The phone was back in my pocket a sixteenth of a second later, and before my love could blink, she was again in my arms, held as tightly and closely as I dared. She panted out a single surprised breath against the base of my throat.

And then we were flying, racing through the very forest from which we'd just come.

"Edward?" Isabella asked, her heart pounding like a frantic kettledrum, leaching from her chest into mine. Each strike rattled my bones, and waves of that furious terror pulsed in time, pushing me faster and faster. "What's going–"

"She's not touching you. Ever." I growled as I launched us through the air and over a shallow creek. "I swear it."

PROMPT #39?

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