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storyline - "Slippery"

prompt - pickle


Since the Fresh Food Co was residence dining, we opted instead for the Granby Street Café. It overlooked the Charles River and while being a little crowded at this time of day, had plenty of space for us.

"Gonna eat that?" Edward asked, eyeing my pickle.

"Yep." I swatted his hand away. "I always save my pickle for last."

"I love pickles."

"Me too."

We smiled goofily at each other. Even with a glob of mayo on his chin, Edward was too cute for words. I scoffed inwardly at myself. I really had it bad.

"What?"

I looked up, realizing my sighing had been out loud.

"Just… realizing that I like you way too much."

His face melted into the sweetest smile. "Good."

"Not good," I groaned, eating a salt n' vinegar chip. "You're too far away."

He shook his head. "Doesn't matter. We'll figure it out. We have next year. One of us can transfer."

I looked at him like he'd lost his marbles. "Um, it's not that simple Edward."

"Sure it is. People do exactly what they want to do."

For some reason, the simplicity of his words struck me. I mean, he was right. In the end, if it was something that we really wanted and that we were serious about, then yes. One of us could transfer. But who? I didn't want to feel like I was following some guy around – even if that guy was Edward – and I didn't want him to ever feel held back because of me. He had a career, no matter what happened with his academics.

"Do you think you'll continue to snowboard? Like, professionally?"

He nodded, swallowing his food. "Mos def. Thing is, I could get injured and if I do I'm screwed. So… I do need a backup plan. I don't really want to think about it, but I have to."

"Makes sense." I took another bite of my sandwich, savoring the flavors. It was really, really good. I always forgot how tasty deli sandwiches could be until I had them. "What do you think you'll study?"

He shrugged. "I like math… it comes easily to me. Maybe something in engineering. I really don't know at this point. This is my mess-up year, you know?" He grinned, polishing off his chips at lightning speed. "Next year I have to start getting serious about my major."

"I know how that goes," I said.

We finished our late lunch and chatted a little while longer about school and classes.

"Now you can see my room," he said, winking as he grabbed my backpack again.

"Are you sure I wasn't interrupting you?" I asked. "What would you usually be doing right now?"

"I had two morning classes and that's it."

I narrowed my eyes. "Are you sure?"

"There's a study group I go to sometimes on Fridays but it's out of the question. Only thing I'm studying right now is you."

That made me smile, I couldn't even help it. "Well then, lead the way."

Edward lived in what he referred to as "the brownstones". They were located on South Campus; he shared the two bedroom apartment with three other guys, only one of whom was home.

"Wanna get a hotel?" Edward whispered as he locked us into his room.

"We can't always be doing that," I giggled, shoving him playfully. "I'm not made of money and neither are you…"

"So what?" He nudged me over to his bed and toppled on to it with me, tangling our arms and legs. "It's worth it. And besides, Donnie snores."

I made a face.

"That's what I thought," he chuckled. "We can get a cheap motel… or maybe I'll just see if Donnie can stay at his girl's place. She's got her own bedroom in the towers."

"Oh. Well that works."

"If they're speaking. They're always fighting."

"We'll figure it out," I said, grabbing him by his t-shirt and pulling him close.

Finally. I could have him, taste him, and kiss him for real instead of thinking about it in my memories.

Or in the shower.

"Do you think about me in the shower?" I asked, nibbling his earlobe.

He squirmed, rolling on top of me. "Yep. Why, you think of me in the shower?"

I know I was red, even though I was the one who'd brought it up.

"Haha!" He tickled me savagely, rolling so that I was seated on top of him. "You so think of me when you're in the shower."

I grinned down at him, neither admitting nor denying.

He pushed his hips, groaning. "Oh man, that's kinda hot though. You…soapy… touching – "

"Okay!" I cried, leaning down to quiet him with kisses. "Yes. I do. And sometimes, if I'm alone, I think about you in bed too."

He snaked his hand up my shirt, rubbing my back. "Wanna do it?"

"When's… Donnie getting back?"

He shrugged, his eyes bright. "I don't know. Let's be quick."

"I'm all gross from the train," I complained.

"Come on…" He set me on the bed and pulled his pants to his knees, then started unbuttoning my jeans.

I very nearly argued with him, not wanting to be the star of a typical scenario where we got walked in on by his roommates, but lust won out. I helped him get my pants off, then my underwear.

He rolled a condom on and lay back, bringing me with him.

"Ow, hold on," I said, stopping the runaway train that was our coupling. "You gotta…you know. Get me ready."

"Ooh, sorry," he said, wincing. He pulled me down and kissed me, touching me down below while he did. After a minute I pushed his hand away and straddled him, sliding easily on.

I held myself up on his chest and moved slowly, closing my eyes and losing myself to the feeling of him inside me. We stayed that way for a long while, reintroducing our bodies to one another, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. He reached up and started touching me while I rode him.

I gasped, trying not to actually groan. Last thing we needed was the roommate who actually was home, getting a free show.

And then, I came and he came and we shuddered to a stop.

"Hope you're not too tired," he panted as I eased off, feeling sort of silly in a shirt and socks and nothing else. "Cuz we're doing it again later."